Her chest went cold and then hot as she thought of what she would have to do.
She waited, still, as he slipped his finger between her folds and very slowly touched her clit with the pad of a finger. He didn’t stroke her, but the pressure of his skin alone was enough to make her legs tremble and her abdomen roll tightly. She wasso close.
She restrained herself, her need almost suffocating her.
The commander’s hand withdrew, and the ache, unsatisfied, returned with the force of being slammed against a wall.
“That was the right answer,” he told her. “Stand up.”
Shaking, her pussy throbbing, Lana pushed herself from the table, and rose to standing, though her legs were weak and clumsy and her knees shook together. The wetness from her pussy had snaked down her thighs to meet stickily at her knees. Low in her abdomen, her body screamed for release.
She felt the commander’s hands move, as if synchronized, with the invisible force of the wrist restraints, pulling her wrists together. They then bent her arm at the elbow and locked into place behind her, just above her tailbone and only a flutter away from her aching bottom. With futility, and without realizing what she was doing, she stretched her fingers to see if they could reach her wet slit, and maybe, once she was alone...
She realized what she was doing and pulled her fingers back to make fists. But she could tell from the puff of air that the commander released from his mouth, as he pulled her back against his body, that he had seen her indiscretion. He said nothing, only let the heat of his breath travel delectably over her neck. “Your punishment is not over, Atrix 12,” he pronounced, and the vibration of his voice against her skin made her body flare up again with hope, and then crash with disappointment. “You will remain in your quarters and obey your orders, to prove that your submission is real. I do not need to tell you that if you are disobedient, your discipline will be far more difficult to endure than what has happened here.”
A tremor passed through her body, and Lana let her breath escape in desperation.
The commander guided her back to her room, pushing her gently along the corridor to her quarters, and then into her room. “Lie down on your bed,” the commander said softly. “Down, on your knees, with your ass in the air.”
A wave of humiliation rushed over her as she took up the position he wanted. Her bare bottom, and all of the telltale sticky juices, was in the air, her cheek pressed to the bed and her hands locked behind her, at her lower back. She was exposed, completely, the truth of her body’s needs dripping down her legs, her ass gaping and pulsing closed.
She felt the cool tip of a plug against her sensitive, swollen rim. When he pushed it inside of her, her body convulsed with a delightful pulse, and the desire to satiate her cravings became so intense that she was sure she saw stars. She mewled and wiggled involuntarily, the heavy plug rubbing just enough inside of her to make her pussy throb in expectation.
But she closed her eyes, and turned her face to the bed to bite on the fabric covering it. She knew what the remainder of her punishment would be, even before the commander explained it to her. She would be left like this until he returned for her, and there would be no relief for her.
And if she wanted to make the commander believe that she had submitted, then she would have to endure this cruel torture as long as he wanted her to.
She felt the ankle restraints grown heavy, locked by their peculiar mechanism to the bed, slightly spread, her pussy juices trickling down her thighs.
“I expect that you will be much more cooperative when your training begins again tomorrow.”
His hand rested on her sore bottom, and the heat of it ignited her sore skin. “You have no choice, Lana, but to accept your destiny. Remember that bad girls receive discipline...” his hand traveled to her slit, and briefly brushed over her clit, “but good girls receive rewards. You must give yourself over to punishment, and recognize that you are born to be submissive, and obey. When you give yourself completely over to your role as a submissive, you will feel the relief that you crave.”
His hand was gone, and Lana shuddered and mewled, but did not fight against her punishment. She would have to endure it.
As he had explained, she had no choice. No choice now but to obey.
