Part 2: Training Begins

Dr. Ocelot produced a collar of similar design to Jane's cuffs. While wrapping it around her captive's neck, she reminded Jane "From this moment on you're no longer the feared Commander Pegasus, just poor Mercy Dale, civilian and soon to be ****."

At least until this thing is over with, and I can get back to my duties, Jane thought, but tensed as she felt the collar snap shut. With her legs spread so wide and Dr Ocelot's heels so tall, Jane was several inches shorter than her captor; She looked up at the doctor and saw her face twist into a disdainful scowl.

"What is your name?"

"Mercy D--" A painful slap across the face cut Jane off. Normally she would respond to such an **** with her own flurry of blows, or at least drop into a combat stance, but all the experienced soldier could do was strain at her chains.

"Your name is, whipping bitch, twat licker, or whatever object I feel like using you for at the time. Now," she continued, grabbing a dagger-like pair of scissors, "it's time you were dressed like a ****." The Asian dominatrix started at the dress's neckline, cutting down in a smooth motion until it no longer covered Jane's front. Then she stepped behind and similarly opened the back of her dress before finally snipping off the shoulders and letting the two halves fall.

Despite her best efforts, Jane shivered slightly each time the cold, metal scissors touched her bare skin. When the beautiful Asian had left her in only her sports bra and boyshorts, the bound woman felt an undeniable chill that made her want to wrap her arms around herself. As it was she couldn't, her slender athletic limbs were pulled wide, exposed to the gentle caress of cycling atmo. Even her flat tummy looked extra taut as thrill and anxiety caused an acceleration in her breathing.

But before Jane could dwell, there was a swishing sound and something hard smacked her thinly covered behind. Jane had to grit her teeth to avoid making a surprise squeak. The Asian dominatrix stepped seductively into her view sporting a long riding crop in one hand. "What's this?" she inquired, using the crop to tap Jane's mons pubis through her underwear. "And this?" She swung her tool up to glide it over Jane's bra, stimulating her nipple, until it pressed hard against the fabric. "Did I tell you to wear a dress AND this ugly underwear?"

Jane had already subconsciously leaned back as far as her bonds let her. She silently shook her head.

"Such a dumb cunt," sighed Dr. Ocelot, "can you even follow simple instructions? I hope your holes are at least tight." She scowled while bending the crop in her hands.

Jane swallowed hard. "I thought--AHHHHHHH FUCK!"

Dr. Ocelot had released her bent crop and it sailed through the air to deliver a powerful strike directly on Jane's nipple. "Thinking!? What's next? Are you going to have an opinion on where I jam my dildos!?" Jane opened her mouth to speak, but Dr. Ocelot's hand clamped down on her jaw. "No, from now on you only speak when I specifically tell you, and say exactly what I allow. Clear?" Her hand was a vice, forcing the former captain to nod in agreement.

Over the next ten minutes, Dr. Ocelot agonizingly slowly cut away at Jane's offending garments. Haphazardly slicing off tiny swatches of fabric with each snip, the cruel doctor worked until scraps of cloth across the floor was all that remained of Jane's clothing. The soon to be naked woman could do nothing but breathe ragged gasps as she watched her smooth skin become exposed little by little.

When the buxom doctor's work was done, she cupped Jane's right breast and rolled her thumb over the soft flesh. "Mmmmhhh," she sighed, "these tit's aren't half bad. Not as big as I prefer them, but round and firm." Her fingers dug deep into Jane's tender breast and painfully shook it. "Your legs are your best feature though." The tip of the crop slid over the back of Jane's calf. "They're why I suggested you for this mission, not your intelligence or any skill you possess." Her free hand stroked Jane's thigh. "I figured a whore with legs like yours would probably get me a few extra pounds of Quinton. Those gams will be gorgeous when you swing them around on a stage, or squat to straddle a cock." Dr. Ocelot's fingers trailed close to but stopped just short of Jane's neatly trimmed vagina. "How does it feel to know you exercised every morning of your life just to be a piece of eye candy and bugger-meat for some criminals?"

Jane opened her mouth to speak, but fearing another strike, closed it again.

"Good ****; you're learning. Say 'I'm proud to be a pleasing slut'"

The shackled **** repeated the answer, but her voice cracked while she said "slut" because it caused a twinge in her loins. A sadistic grin and surgical stare made Jane feel like the doctor saw her vaginal tingle.

"We need to get rid of that filthy bush though. Hold still."

Despite her predicament, Jane felt somewhat pampered. The gentle lathering, careful shaving, and delicate lotion application were oddly relaxing, maybe even erotic.

There was little rest for the wicked however. After Dr. Ocelot had finished inspecting and caressing Jane's recently shaved crotch, she began pulling strange tools from her footlocker. While working she idly monologued. "With such sexy legs, I thought long and hard about putting you in some 6 inch 'fuck-me' heels, but I think this is better." She attached a foot-long, motorized C-clamp to the chain holding Jane's arms up. "Open up," ordered the devious doctor as she pointed a dildo at Jane's lips.

Her mouth opened. Jane didn't have much experience with dildos, but the surface of this felt weird on her lips. It had squishable recesses evenly spaced across its surface.

"It senses changes in pressure," explained Dr. Ocelot while her **** held the dildo. "I doubt you've given many blowjobs; this will improve your endurance. Whenever you stop sucking with appropriate enthusiasm, it sends a signal to... Nevermind, I'll let you figure it out for yourself. Now suck hard, prick sleeve."

Jane wrapped her lips tight around the phallus and felt its sensors tremor as she pulled air into her lungs.

Dr. Ocelot flipped a switch on the dildo before saying "take some time for self discovery and feel free to bob your head. I'll be doing some work for the next half hour."

Half hour? Jane relaxed her mouth and settled in for the long haul, only to hear an electric whine above her head. Before she could react, the suck **** felt her arms being pulled up slightly; her eyes darted up in surprise. The C-clamp was tightening and slowly pulling the spreader bar up. Jane began sucking vigorously, but by the time she had satisfied the shaft in her mouth, the clamp had already pulled up enough that the soles of her feet barely touched the ground.

The sadistic Dr. Ocelot seemed to care very little for her toy's panic. She nonchalantly set a digital timer for half an hour and placed it on her small desk. Then she settled into her seat, propping her stiletto boots up and crossing her stocking clad legs before getting to work.

On the other hand, Jane's suffering was increasing with each second. Though Jane was toned from an uncompromising regime of physical training, her muscles ached. Her long legs strained to support her in such an awkward position, Fatigue was already settling in, and minor mistakes were slowly but steadily making her bondage stricter. Ten minutes in and her heels were several inches off the ground. Her face and lungs ached from sucking near constantly. Each slip or instant of relaxation was proving to cost her dearly; even breathing weakened the gentle pull she was trying to maintain on her dildo. The battle-hardened woman steeled herself, taking careful yet uneven breaths through her nose. These minimal sips of air left a burning ache in her lungs but appeased the dildo. Unfortunately, this new resolve only slowed the upward crawl of her wrists; her body still wavered occasionally under the strict commands.

She desperately watched the clock, willing each second to go faster. With 8 minutes and 53 seconds left, a minuscule tremble meant she had to strain for just the balls of her feet to touch the floor. Jane began to worry that soon she would be pulled off the floor. At 7:38 however, when her wavering muscles couldn't quite satisfy the blowjob trainer's demands and it tugged her wrists up another 8th of an inch, a metal clink signaled something worse was about to happen; the bar clasping onto her ankles wasn't going up any farther. She breathed out a wisp of stale air at 6:49, and her fears were confirmed; her arms were tugged up, but the cold steel around her ankles refused to let her legs rise anymore. Pain nibbled threateningly in her joints.

The last minute was the worst. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, making every second slow to an eternity. As she stood on tiptoe with her limbs stretched to the limit by solid steel shackles, she watched the numbers tick down. 35, 34, keep sucking, 33, 32, breathe through your nose, 31, 30, don't lose focus, 29 ...

The clamp tightened again. Jane winced at the unceasing agony in her hips and shoulders, but she knew she could manage. There were only 10 seconds left; she just had to keep working the dildo. 6, suck hard, 5, suck hard, 4, you can do this, 3, keep sucking, 2, just a little longer, 1, keep sucking, 0.

Beep, beep, beep.

And nothing happened. The alarm shut itself off without Dr. Ocelot taking her eyes off the screen.

Air squeaked past the cock between Jane's lips, and she felt her body stretch to its very limit. Trying to lift the spreader bar, she pushed her toes against the floor; standing en pointe would be better than this, but the steel cuffs remained unrelenting, only pressing cruelly against her skin. A pathetic whimper escaped her lips as she clung to the dildo for dear life. The last vestiges of hope for even a brief respite from the suffering wracking through her entire body were quickly fading. Looking up at her hands pulled high above her head, the **** woman wondered if that safeword thing was the only way out.

Finally, Dr. Ocelot stood but spent an eternity walking towards her victim. "Do you want that cock out of your mouth?" Jane shook her head vehemently clinging to the thing saving her from the clamp. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself; tomorrow we'll get you in this position for an hour or two."

Jane's eyes widened with dread. What do you mean tomorrow?

"For being such an eager whore, you deserve a reward. Swirl your tongue over the tip; it will also release the clamp."