Page 59 of Punished and Trained
Prince Hendren’s grip tightened in my hair as he began to move, claiming my throat with the same force he used to claim every other part of me. I relaxed my muscles, accepting his invasion as best I could.
Around us, the crowd watched in fascination as a former president was reduced to nothing more than a set of holes for her master’s pleasure. But I no longer felt the shame that such degradation should have brought. Instead, I felt a strange kind of power—the power of a woman who had learned to make even her own submission into a choice.
When Prince Hendren finally withdrew from my mouth, his breathing heavy with approaching climax, he moved behind me once more. I felt the head of his cock pressing against the swollen entrance to my vagina, slick with the arousal the governor had finally allowed me to feel.
He thrust into me with one smooth stroke, filling my passage completely as I cried out with desperate gratitude. The sensation of being claimed so thoroughly, so publicly, sent waves of shameful pleasure through my bound form.
“For those watching throughout the Federation,” Prince Hendren said, his voice steady despite the exertion of claiming me, “it’s important to understand the technology that has made this transformation possible.” His hips moved with measured precision, each thrust deliberate and controlled. “My concubine is fitted with what we call a governor—a Prosperian innovation that allows complete control over feminine arousal.”
I moaned helplessly as he continued his steady rhythm, my body responding with embarrassing enthusiasm to his possession. The reporter’s voice provided breathless commentary to accompany my degradation.
“His Royal Highness is explaining the remarkable device that has helped shape Viola’s submission,” she narrated, her excitement palpable. “As we can see, she’s responding with obvious pleasure to her master’s use of her body.”
“During her correction,” Prince Hendren continued, his breathing growing heavier as he claimed me, “the governor was set to complete suppression—the same setting used for Prosperian wives receiving marital discipline. She felt nothing but pure agony, no treacherous arousal to confuse punishment with reward.”
I pictured his words sending a bolt of mortifying understanding through the watching crowd. They now knew exactly how thoroughly my body had been controlled, how even my most intimate responses belonged entirely to my master.
“But now,” he said, his thrusts becoming more forceful, “I’ve removed that suppression entirely. She feels every sensation with perfect clarity—the fullness inside her cunt, the friction of my possession, the desperate need that proper submission can awaken in a woman’s body.”
“Incredible technology,” the reporter breathed. “Complete control over the female sexual response. And judging by Viola’s reactions, the effect is quite dramatic when the suppression is lifted.”
I could only whimper and moan as Prince Hendren used my body, my hips pushing back against him as much as the restraints allowed. The sudden freedom to feel pleasure after the cold numbness of suppression made every sensation overwhelming.
“One wonders,” the reporter continued with obvious fascination, “whether His Royal Highness will demonstrate his complete ownership by claiming Viola’s anus as well, while we watch. The restraints certainly position her for such comprehensive use.”
As if responding to her speculation, Prince Hendren withdrew from my vagina, leaving me empty and aching. I felt him position himself at the tight ring of my bottom, his cock slick with my own arousal.
“The final demonstration of complete submission,” he announced to the crowd, his voice thick with authority and lust. “And to ensure my concubine experiences the full intensity of her surrender, I’m now activating the governor’s stimulation function.”
The device between my legs surged to life with overwhelming intensity, sending waves of forced pleasure crashing through my nervous system. I screamed with the sudden overload of sensation, my body convulsing against the restraints as artificial stimulation combined with the devastating stretch of his invasion. The dual assault on my senses was beyond anything I had ever experienced, pleasure and possession merging into something that transcended both.
“Oh God, oh Master, yes!” I sobbed, my voice breaking as he claimed my most intimate passage with merciless precision. The governor’s relentless stimulation made every nerve ending sing with desperate need while his thick length stretched me impossibly wide.
“Look at her complete surrender,” the reporter gasped, her professional composure cracking with excitement. “Extraordinary! Viola is climaxing repeatedly as her master claims her final passage. This is submission in its purest form.”
Prince Hendren’s grip on my hips tightened as he established his rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last. “Tell them, Viola,” he commanded, his voice strained with effort. “Tell the galaxy what you’ve become.”
“I’m nothing!” I screamed, the words torn from my throat by waves of overwhelming sensation. “I’m just holes for my master’s pleasure! A fuck toy for him to use however he desires!”
The crude confession echoed through the courtyard as another devastating climax crashed through me. My body shook with the force of it, every muscle clenching around his invading length as the governor drove me to heights of sensation I hadn’t known were possible.
“And you’re grateful for it,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more savage as his own climax approached.
“Yes! So grateful!” I wept, meaning it completely in that moment of total surrender. “Thank you for showing me what I really am! Thank you for making me yours!”
With a final, brutal thrust, Prince Hendren claimed his release deep in my bowels, his seed marking me as his property before the watching galaxy. I felt him pulse inside me as my own body convulsed with one last, shattering climax that left me hanging limp in my restraints.
The courtyard fell silent except for our ragged breathing and the soft whir of cameras capturing every intimate detail of my complete degradation. I had been transformed from president to concubine, from leader to property, and I had done it willingly before billions of witnesses.
As Prince Hendren slowly withdrew from my body, leaving me empty and aching, I realized with startling clarity that thismoment would define the rest of my existence. I would forever be the woman who chose submission over freedom, who found purpose in surrender rather than power.
And somehow, impossibly, that knowledge filled me with something that felt remarkably like joy.
EPILOGUE
Viola
Three months later, I found myself kneeling beside a fellow alumna of Euporian Women’s Academy, far away from the alma mater we both had such very mixed feelings about. I was on Kamnos, watching my master negotiate with officials from what had once been the Vionian tri-system territory. This once fertile, now war-torn world had been Reb’s home before she’d found her way to the Academy. Now her master Dr. Henrik Thorne had joined Prince Hendren’s diplomatic mission to Kamnos, and Reb and I had of course accompanied the men who owned us, as visual symbols of their prestige and the Federation’s dominance.
