Her calves groaned as she rose to her tiptoes again, and the weight in her bottom shifted, and the sphere rolled over something inside of her that made her legs shake in agonizing pleasure. She stood on her toes, recovering from the sensation, panting and sweating with the effort. Her legs began to scream at her, and her feet started to cramp.
She moaned as she lowered her weight to the floor, and squirmed as the anal hook slid down her spine, and the sphere pulled her open and settled heavily inside of her. She looked up at her wrists, and tried to be still, but the sensation was too much. She squirmed, and the ball shifted again.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, and even she was uncertain if she was crying out in pleasure or agony.
Her eyes watered. She was getting wet again, and the rush of humiliation she was almost becoming accustomed to flooded over her. Her body desperately wanted to feel the sphere tucked deep inside of her again, but her legs were quivering already, and she was sweating with the strain of the endurance it required to stay either down or up.
How long would the commander leave her here like this?
She rose to her toes, and gave a yell as she was subjected to the excruciating pleasure of the hook again. She could move like this forever, and she would never feel any relief; not of the pain in her legs, the delectable fire building inside of her, or from the alternating torture of the hook itself.
She could be here for hours.
Days, even. Who knew how twisted this commander was?
She cried out again and lowered herself to the floor.
* * *
She would never knowhow long she was there, or that the commander was watching her from the adjoining room, secretly pleased with her resilience. He had been given many slaves to train, and even an Atrix, but none had been quite as stubborn and strong-willed as this one.
It was a pleasure to train such a spirited girl; ordinarily, he would have taken his time and savored the job a little more. He would not have jumped immediately to the anal hook, but instead he would have let her learn, from her constant rule-breaking and subsequent discipline, that her body craved discipline. He would have been well-rewarded for turning over an utterly submissive Atrix to the Phalgrons. But he was limited by time, and so this one had to be dealt with harshly, and perhaps incompletely. He was not hopeful that she would be utterly trained, and aware of her own submissive tendencies, in time for her transfer.
But he would get her as close as he could.
He watched her as she panted and strained to rise and then lower herself slowly onto the floor. Hours had gone by, and she was exhausted, juices of excitement rolling down her thighs, hair clinging to her skin, which shone with a sheen of sweat. Each time she lowered herself to the floor she slipped a little more, losing to fatigue the control that allowed her to avoid the most punishing of the effects of the anal hook.
Any moment now, he thought.
But she lasted for almost another hour, until at last, lifting her head and looking at the ceiling, she began her supplication.
“Please,” she moaned. “I can’t anymore. Please, please. Please let me down.”
The commander smiled and returned to the room.
* * *
His fingers felt coolagainst her skin as he swiped her hair from her face and tilted her chin up to him. She was hanging by her wrists, her knees so wobbly that she had to work to stand upright, and not slip to hanging, which caused the hook to strain against her sore bottom. It was not that she was in pain, though her calves were hot and tired from their efforts; it was that she simply could no longer bear the stimulation. Now that she was tired and worn out, she shifted position frequently, unable to hold herself up for long and unable to bear the stimulation of sagging. The process had driven her wild.
She didn’t want to, but she began to beg for help.
And the commander had come.
“Lana,” he intoned, using her given name and sending a swirl of strange emotions through her chest.
She looked at him. She was panting lightly. “Please,” she whispered. “I can’t take any more. Please, let me down.”
He brushed his fingers over her lips, and then trailed them down her body.
“Do you know why I am training you?” he asked her, and she started to moan as she shifted her body again. She was exasperated; she needed relief, and he was clearly not going to give it to her.
“I am training you to be submissive, and to be a good Atrix.” He drew his finger closer to her pussy, and Lana shivered, her body crying out for him to touch her there, just one slight touch would be all she needed to go over the edge. She had never felt a need so intense in her life. It drowned out any pain, any tiredness. She could only think of his finger, nearing her clit, so close that if she just moved a little...
She edged closer to him, trying to move her body against his hand.
But the commander was far too quick.
“Please,” Lana moaned. She could hear her own voice, the pleading in it, and thought about how it should have brought with it a wave of humiliation, but did not. She didn’t care what he wanted, if only he would stop this torture, either by relieving her with his touch, or letting her down.
