Page 14 of Punished and Trained
“Ah,” he said. “Viola’s cunny just clenched. Such a little whore. I’ve set her governor not to impede her pleasure, but you may wish to turn it down.”
I bit my lip, but a tiny whimper escaped my throat.
Mistress Orela had her own handheld in her hand now. “We will teach her at least a modicum of self-control, certainly,” she said. “Perhaps the governor will help with that.” She studied the screen of her device. “Ah, yes.” She tapped. “Thank you, I believe I now have control of the governor.”
She put her finger to the screen again, and moved it downward. I couldn’t keep from another humiliating little whimper as I felt the sensation in my pussy dampen.
“There we go,” she said. “We’ll leave you there at three for a while. You should be able to concentrate better, Viola.” She turned to Prince Hendren. “She was enjoyable for you last night, I gather? She took you well in her anus?”
“Oh, powers,” I whispered, as my face became scalding hot and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.
My master replied as if I weren’t there.
“Very well,” he said with a smile. “I’m sizable, and it was uncomfortable for her, of course, but the cane did the trick in securing me my rights. Her bottom is heavenly on the cock.”
I had no idea how much more I could take of their degrading conversation before I simply died of shame, but at last Prince Hendren turned to face me, his eyes boring into mine. “Two weeks,” he said simply. “When I return, I expect to find a very different woman.”
He leaned down to kiss my forehead, a gesture that might have seemed tender if not for the circumstances. Then he was gone, striding back toward the waiting transport, leaving me alone with Mistress Orela.
“Follow me,” she commanded, her voice crisp and authoritative.
I trailed behind her through corridors lined with portraits of stern-looking men and demurely posed women. The Academy’s interior matched its exterior—everything clean, ordered, and precisely maintained. We passed several closed doors from behind which I could hear the murmur of voices, though I couldn’t make out words.
“You’ll be joining five other students,” Mistress Orela explained as we walked. “All women who require… adjustment to theirnatural roles. Some are volunteers from progressive worlds who found equality unsatisfying. Others, like yourself, are reformation cases.”
We stopped before a door marked ‘Preparation Room.’ Mistress Orela opened it, revealing a space that looked part classroom, part medical facility. Several wardrobes lined one wall, while examination tables and mirrors occupied the center.
“Strip,” she ordered abruptly.
The command hit me like a physical blow. I had expected this moment, but the casual efficiency of it still caught me off guard. My hands trembled as I reached for the clasps of my purple shift dress, the magnetic fasteners coming apart with soft clicks.
“Quickly now,” Mistress Orela said, consulting a tablet she had produced from her pocket. “We have a schedule to maintain.”
The dress pooled around my feet, leaving me naked except for my collar and sandals. The cool air of the preparation room raised goosebumps across my skin, my newly bare sex feeling especially exposed. I fought the urge to cover myself, remembering Prince Hendren’s training.
“Sandals as well,” Mistress Orela instructed without looking up from her tablet. “Students at the Academy wear proper footwear. It reinforces your vulnerability and ensures you move with proper feminine grace.”
I stepped out of the sandals, the marble floor cold against my soles. Mistress Orela finally looked up, her clinical gaze cataloguing my naked form with the same detached interest she had shown at the reception.
“Adequate physical condition,” she murmured, making notes on her tablet. “The Magisterian methods have produced acceptable preliminary results.” She gestured toward one of the examination tables. “Up on the table, on your back. Legs in the stirrups.”
My stomach clenched, but I forced myself to comply. The metal stirrups were cold against my calves as Mistress Orela adjusted them, spreading my legs wide and tilting my pelvis upward. The position left me completely revealed, my smooth sex on mortifyingly full display.
“The Academy requires a complete physical assessment of each new student,” she explained, pulling on examination gloves. “We must understand exactly what we’re working with.”
Without further warning, the fingers of her right hand began to probe between my legs. I thanked the powers, as humiliating as it was, for my governor, as I felt it regulating my helpless arousal at the woman’s ministrations.
“Hmm,” Mistress Orela said, withdrawing her hand and taking her handheld from a pocket in her dress. “I think we’ll turn your governor up, Viola, so as to get an idea of your natural responses.”
I almost protested—almost asked for the horrid thing to be turned down all the way. I managed to keep it in, though. I even managed to keep from crying out as Mistress Orela turned the governor up, and the unwelcome arousal came flooding back into my system.
Sensation flooded through me instantly, and despite my desperate attempts to control my reaction, I felt my body respond with terrible eagerness. My nipples hardened, mybreathing quickened, and I knew with mortifying certainty that I had just become wet.
“Fascinating,” Mistress Orela murmured, her eyes fixed on the screen of her handheld device. “The biometric readings are remarkably precise. I can see your heart rate increasing, blood flow to your genital region expanding…” She looked up at me with clinical interest. “The governor provides real-time monitoring of your arousal state. Every flutter of excitement, every surge of need—it’s all perfectly tracked.”
My face burned with humiliation as she continued her examination, her gloved fingers probing and testing while she watched the readouts on her screen like a scientist studying a specimen.
“Excellent responsiveness,” she noted, making entries on her tablet with her free hand. “I imagine that Prince Hendren’s Magisterian reconditioning has enhanced your natural sensitivity considerably, even in so short a time. Surely you weren’t so needy as president of a planet.”
