Focus, Grace, I chastise myself.Focus on getting the eff out of here.
But how do I get out of here?
Just as I start to calm down, a loud beep stabs through my headphones. “Five minutes are over. Please pay attention.” I whimper, swearing to myself that if the voice starts repeating to pay attention again, I’ll murder it, but something much worse happens. Pain shoots through me; sharp and pinching, like needles under my skin. A raw cry tears from my dry throat again and again as the pain strikes at regular intervals. It feels like—
The pain keeps breaking my thoughts apart, but I force them back together. The feeling is familiar, reminding me of the time I touched the electrified fence around a horse pasture. Is that what it is? Are they sending electroshocks into my private parts? What kind of sick people are they?
The ones who kidnap girls to turn them into sex slaves. Calm down, Grace. Breathe through the pain.
I’m no stranger to pain, though aside from touching that fence, I’ve never felt anything like this. However, I’m able to rein it in, to stay focused on survival. On escape.
“Please pay attention.”
Damn, I’d smash this stupid computer to bits if I could.
The pain feels endless, though it’s probably only minutes. Not that a few minutes of pain is good, but I can take it.
“The following information is important. Please pay attention.”
I barely suppress the urge to scream. I am paying attention!
“You have been specifically chosen to become a Doll of the highest tier based on our client’s specifications.”
What? Someone wanted a short, scrawny girl with no curves to speak of? I barely even have any breasts, not even talking about my nonexistent ass. I’ve been mistaken for a boy more times than I can count. That someone would specifically want a sex slave looking like me is even stranger than the kidnapping. Or maybe I’m just in shock and focusing on unimportant matters.
“For the next five to eight days, you will undergo training to ensure your skills and behavior meet our standards and your Master’s expectations. While you might think about feigning compliance in hopes of escape, we advise you to abandon such thoughts immediately. The sooner you come to accept your new life, the better for you. Escape is impossible. Attempts will be harshly punished. Failure to follow the rules or obey the trainer will also result in punishment.”
Escape isnotimpossible. It can’t be. If they expect me to give up, they’re in for a surprise. I’ve spent most of my life being punished. If my parents couldn’t break me, neither will these people. I’ll need to be smart about my resistance, though. Learn the rules and follow them to the letter. No mouthing off, no fighting back. Until I know where I am and how to get out, I willbe the most obedient Doll ever. Fear crawls up my spine, but I force it down. There’s a time for fear, but that’s not now.
“During your training, compliance will be rewarded. Rewards may vary.”
My breath catches as the objects inside my pussy and ass start vibrating. There’s nothing erotic about this, yet the vibrations make my inner walls tighten around the toy. My body tenses, the intrusion growing harder to ignore. It feels good. I hate it, but the pressure, the fullness, the strange newness of it all still sparks a heat I can’t stop.
“Your trainer may decide to reward you with extra rest, easier training, or controlled pleasure. In rare cases, you may even be allowed to orgasm. However…”
Just as I wonder if the two vibrators will be enough to make me come, they stop, leaving me panting and unfulfilled. A whine escapes before I can stop it.
Get a grip, Grace.
Right. Regaining control is hard, but I try. I’m not about to beg these people for an orgasm. What’s wrong with me? Why did I even get aroused?
“Orgasm must be earned through exceptional obedience and service,” the computer continues. “It is a privilege, not a right. As a Doll, you have no rights. You are no longer a person. You are a toy, an instrument meant solely for fulfilling your Master’s desires. If their desire is to hear you scream, they are entitled to make you scream in any way they see fit. If their desire is to terminate you, they have the authority to do so.”
Panic surges up, tightening my chest until I can barely breathe. Terminate me.Terminateme? Does someone buy sex slaves just to kill them? Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.
That won’t happen. I’ll be gone before anyone touches me. The computer said I had how long, five to eight days of training? I’m too terrified to think about what such training might entail but itsounds like something they need to untie me for. Once I’m free, I’ll… I don’t know what I will do yet, but I will do something. I’ll do anything to get out of here.
It feels like a giant hand is squeezing my chest until breathing feels impossible. Each breath is a struggle, but I fight through the dizziness. I can’t afford to pass out now. I need to hear the rest of this orientation.
“Your duty is to serve to the best of your ability. Failure to comply with the rules or Master’s orders will result in punishment.”
Even expecting it doesn’t help. The shocks feel stronger now, stabbing through me like needles. The effect is even worse on my throbbing pussy, still stimulated from the vibrations, which was probably their goal. What a bunch of sick psychos.
“Punishments will vary in form and intensity,” the computer continues, ignoring my agonized whimpers, “but for your own good, they will always be severe.”
What the hell? For my own good?!
“Consider each punishment as an opportunity, an impulse to change your behavior. A necessary step to becoming a better Doll. The better Doll you are, the longer lifespan you will have once you’re transferred to your Master.”
