Page 45 of Punished and Trained
Viola
The lights of a transport approached, their glare filtering in flashes through the Cultural Center’s windows and drawing our attention from the aftermath of the evening’s revelations. Through the tall windows, I could see the familiar Academy vehicle pulling into the circular drive, its sleek form the sign that our night of public display was coming to an end.
“Time to return to your studies, ladies,” First Minister Havelorn announced, his voice carrying across the hall as the other masters began bringing their newly claimed concubines to the exit. “The Academy transport has arrived.”
I felt Prince Hendren’s hand settle possessively on my lower back as he guided me toward the doors, his seed still drying on my skin beneath the hastily rearranged cloak. Around us, my former classmates moved alongside me, their own masters’ hands claiming ownership through casual touches and murmured commands.
“Remember to whom you belong, from tonight,” Master Nerbusson told Trellama as he handed her over to the Academy escort. “Be an obedient little fuck toy for your instructors. Your real training is just beginning.”
The crude words sent a familiar heat through my core, and I could see similar responses in my classmates’ faces as their own masters offered similar encouragement. Palla’s cheeks flushed crimson as Master Vance cupped her bottom possessively before releasing her to the transport.
“Learn to use that clever mouth well,” he murmured against her ear, loud enough for us all to hear. “Take what your Guardian taught you about pleasing a man properly and prepare yourself to give me my money’s worth.”
Prince Hendren’s fingers traced the edge of my collar as we reached the transport, his touch sending shivers through my sensitized skin. “You were magnificent tonight, Viola,” he said softly, his voice carrying both pride and unmistakable arousal. “Exposing Solamo’s deception and showing your submission—I couldn’t have asked for a better performance.”
I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze, seeing something new there—not just possession, but a genuine, if unbalanced partnership. “Thank you, Sire. I… I’m glad I could serve you well.”
“More than well,” he replied, his thumb brushing across my lower lip with intimate familiarity. “But tonight’s events have created both danger and opportunity that we must discuss. Solamo’s attempt to use you as a symbol may have failed, but his backers will certainly try different approaches.”
The transport door hissed open, revealing the plush interior where Academy staff waited to escort us back to our dormitory.I could see Mistress Orela’s assistant making notes on her handheld, no doubt recording our masters’ final instructions for tonight’s debrief.
“Your Royal Highness.” Colonel Quinst approached with military precision, Betty at his side. “We’ve prepared a full report on Viola’s responses during her initial training period. The Academy will obviously build on what we’ve established, but we’re certain you’ll have specifications of your own. I’ll send the report later tonight.”
“Excellent,” Prince Hendren replied, though his attention remained focused on me. “Viola, listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you. Tonight’s exposure of Solamo was only the beginning. I’m afraid the Vionian remnant will view his failure as merely a setback rather than a defeat.”
His gaze held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “They’ll escalate their efforts to use you as a symbol of resistance against Federation authority. Which means we’ll need to demonstrate your submission in an even more public, more severe manner to put their propaganda to rest permanently.”
The words sent a bolt of terror and shameful anticipation straight through my core. My body trembled as I processed what he was suggesting, the memory of tonight’s public display still vivid in my mind. “More public?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “What… what do you mean, Your Royal Highness?”
“Severe discipline,” he said quietly, his thumb still tracing my lip with possessive gentleness. “A demonstration, broadcast throughout the Federation, that will leave no doubt about your complete surrender to my authority. Something that will make tonight’s presentation look modest by comparison.”
I felt my knees threaten to buckle as heat flooded through me despite my fear. The idea of being subjected to punishment before an even larger audience, of having my submission displayed in ways that would eclipse tonight’s degradation, should have horrified me completely. Instead, I found myself growing wet between my thighs, my body responding with the same shameful eagerness that had consumed me throughout my training.
“When?” I gasped, hating how breathless I sounded. “How will?—”
“You must not know the details,” Prince Hendren interrupted firmly. “The effectiveness will depend partly on your genuine responses, not rehearsed performance. We’ll wait for a natural occasion to present itself, and when it does, you’ll trust me to guide you through whatever is required.”
His hand moved to cup my chin, forcing me to maintain eye contact as he delivered his final instruction. “In the meantime, you’ll return to the Academy for the final phase of your training. You and your classmates will learn to satisfy your individual masters’ specific requirements. Based on Colonel Quinst’s report, I’ll provide Mistress Orela with detailed instructions about what I expect from your body.”
The transport’s gentle chime indicated that boarding was complete, and I could see my fellow students already settled into their seats, their faces flushed with the same mixture of exhaustion and arousal that I felt coursing through my own system.
“Go,” Prince Hendren commanded softly, his lips brushing against my ear in a farewell that sent shivers down my spine.“Learn well, my beautiful concubine. When next we meet, I’ll expect you to demonstrate every skill they teach you.”
I climbed into the transport on unsteady legs, settling into the plush seat beside Palla, who reached for my hand with trembling fingers. Around us, the other students sat in contemplative silence, each lost in thoughts of what their masters had revealed about their futures.
As the transport pulled away from the Cultural Center, I caught a final glimpse of my master, standing watching our departure. His face, which had once seemed so cruel and unreadable to me, now struck me as full of concern, cares that didn’t lessen his authority—especially over me—but changed its impact greatly. I swallowed hard. He had made it much too clear: he would have to discipline me with great severity, and I would have to show that I accepted the punishment as deserved and right. Why did my pussy clench so hard at the thought that I worried Palla would notice me squirming in my seat?
Even more irrationally—why did my heart glow?
Back in our dorm room that night the familiar blue nightgowns felt almost comforting after the evening’s exposure, though the virtue-keepers binding our wrists to our collars served as constant reminders of our status. I lay between Palla and Morandra in the dormitory’s dim light, all three of us staring at the ceiling as we processed what had happened at the Cultural Center.
“Viola,” Palla whispered finally, her voice barely audible in the darkness. “What Solamo said tonight… about you being a symbol. Do you think others will try the same thing?”
I turned my head slightly, seeing the worry etched across her features. “Prince Hendren seems to think so. He said the Vionian remnant won’t give up easily.”
Morandra shifted restlessly, her academic mind clearly working through the implications. “They’ll keep trying to use you as a martyr figure, won’t they? A former president reduced to… to what we’ve become. It’s powerful propaganda.”
“But that’s just it,” Palla said urgently, propping herself up as much as the restraints allowed. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want that, Viola? Don’t want to be rescued from all this? Because if part of you does…”
