Part 16: Fisk's Training Methods

After her meal, the Turnk gave Jane the opportunity to drink by crudely shoving her face first into the water trough. This had the side effect of washing off most of the nutrient slop that had been mashed into her face by the slaver's brutal fucking and buggery. However, some of the orange cum that had been the foul sauce for her breakfast clung especially rigorously to her chin and corners of her mouth.

Dehumanizing breakfast concluded, the crawling **** was once again yanked down the hall. With her sexual desire temporarily satisfied, the bound woman became thoroughly aware of just how uncomfortable her elbows and knees were getting. Jane did her best to focus on her clit ring which, prodded on by her thighs, jiggled and swayed teasingly with each stride forward.

Fortunately, she didn't have to scurry beside the Turnk for very long. He stopped in front of one of the many closed blast doors that lined the ship's walls. Just as this door split horizontally and started to disappear into the floor and ceiling, the blindfold emerged from Jane's collar, stopping her from getting a meaningful glimpse inside. In fact, Jane didn't realize the door was fully open until her barbarian escort crudely hooked a finger into her exposed asshole and painfully tossed the startled **** into the room.

With a loud squeak of tape on plastic, Jane landed hard on a training mat. It was the kind that was just thick enough to prevent injury but still let the tumble-ee feel the full **** of the impact. A sizable amount of air was knocked out of the thrown ****; in spite of this and her hampering bondage and blindfold, Jane's training took over, making her instinctively try to adopt a combat stance. She spread her legs wide and leaned forward like a sprinter on the starting line, only to fall face first into the firm padding and awkwardly realize she needed the use of her arms to pull that move off.

The laughter of a delighted bully bellowed behind her. She quickly recognized it as the cruel chuckling of Ex-Commander Monger. While Jane untangled herself from the heap she landed in, Fisk spoke. "Well I'll be, are ya still pretending to be a soldier?"

Jane's face twitched as she tried to look at the attacker through the blackness of her blindfold.

"You do realize you're trussed up like an Oo'lick harlot, wetter than a naked Rey-La, and you got penis gravy dripping from every hole." The slavery kingpin chortled. "You can thank Lily for that last one; reminded me how much I like cum around the fuck orifice by giving herself a creampie with the mouthful I gave her this morning."

The bound and blinded **** attempted to keep facing Fisk while he circled her like a hungry beast. It was embarrassingly difficult; with the tape restricting her, the captive officer had to flounder and twist before she was able to reorient herself on the smooth surface.

"Don't hurt yourself, darling." Fisk chuckled. He pinched her chin between his forefinger and thumb. "I'm pretty good at reading my opponents, and we both know how much you get off on being bossed around."

Jane's skin prickled; she pulled her jaw free of his grasp and turned her head away. It wasn't like that. She just felt a sense of duty to the federation, and, and would follow its ideals into hell if necessary.

Fisk's rough fingers rubbed something tingly onto her soft nipples while he continued to speak. "I'll check in as often as I can, but can't guarantee much one on one time. Even though the only slaves that really require my attention are pretty much you and that sexy, pain-wet councilor, there's still lots of managing that needs doing."

The metal gag in Jane's mouth creaked slightly as her jaw tightened. How dare he talk about Councilwoman Amare like that. This traitorous pig was supposed to be protecting her, but was instead enjoying her body in any number of vile ways. The submissive woman swallowed hard against her collar, realizing she too had felt arousal upon seeing the beautiful councilwoman naked and... debased. No, that was different; Jane would do whatever it took to free the woman she admired so much; whereas, this scumbag would gladly sell her to The Sirus Syndicate and stick around to watch the public humiliation.

The honorless prick was playing with her nipples, rubbing and pinching them. Her breath quickened with lust before she could stamp it down. Churning with shame, Jane tried to shrink away, demanding her body not get aroused by the likes of him.

"Stop squirming," growled the treacherous officer as he shoved Jane onto her back before planting his knee between her breasts. "My aim needs to be perfect for this bit."

The helpless submissive turned her head away. She could feel her erect nipples straining upwards, reaching for his touch. It was clear she was aroused despite--or rather because of--being at the mercy of such a vile human. Jane's whimper turned into a whine as a sharp sting burrowed into her left nipple.

"Truth be told, I planned on doing this yesterday as a reward, completing the set and whatnot. I had a whole fireside atmosphere setup with canned smoke and everything, figured it'd be a decent reminder of how sensual a submissive life can be." he explained as another lance of pain jabbed into her right nipple, "but you needed a proper punishment, and it's rather unadvisable to clamp a recently pierced nipple even with our advanced med-tech ointments."

Jane continued to mewl in discomfort and disappointment with her own arousal as a familiar balm was applied to her smarting nipples. A few moments later, the large hoops that now pierced her nipples were left to rest against her rising and falling breasts. The **** shivered at the touch of cold metal.

"You look like a proper slut now." The foul tormentor stood up to examine his work. "Eager, helpless, and with lots to grab on t'," Fisk added before tugging playfully on one hoop.

Jane squirmed; she could smell her own arousal.

There was a metallic click of a leash locking into her collar, followed by a sharp tug that encouraged her to stand. "You may get to live out your dream of being a submissive sex pot," commented Fisk, "but I'm still going to make you do your regular exercises."

Stumbling forward to keep up with the leash, Jane found herself stepping off of the mat and onto the rubberized floor. Fortunately, her blindfold began retracting before Jane could trip over anything. A compact but well stocked gymnasium was revealed before her.

"Aside from the obvious benefits," spoke the ex-commander with the warm guidance that had made him respectable in the past. "This exercise has two more upsides. First it will get you more accustomed to moving in shoes more appropriate for a submissive cocksleave like yourself." He tossed a pair of high heels onto the floor; they looked like any other 6 or 7 inch heel except for a chrome shackle of the same design as her collar around each ankle, and a hobble chain between them. "Put them on."

With a decent amount of fumbling Jane was able to slide her feet into the shoes. Not used to them and without the aid of her arms, she wobbled uncomfortably atop the stiletto stilts, but the bound woman managed to stay upright and looked at her captor waiting for the next order.

A jolt of electricity burst from the collar around Jane's neck, making her face twitch. "I told you to put them on," stated Fisk. "Tighten the cuffs."

Jane quizzically looked at her tape bound arms and received a much longer shock that didn't relent until a weak whimper escaped her gagged mouth.

"Use your tongue, slut. I've seen your bio-scans; you should be just flexible enough."