Penality training

Emily was changing her clothes, the training sessions in her new armour were fun but still she was punished and now the punishment was due and that didn't require the armor.. It was so embarrassing just to think of it. Well, sure she sometimes fantasized about that, curiosity wasn’t alien to her over all… But this! Emily threw her hands up as she saw the outfit her two Korean coaches prepared for her.

Were the brown shorts even the right size!? She held them in her hands before her face and decided to try them on and find out. She pulled her regular trousers off and replaced her bottoms with dark blue bikini bottoms that were also provided. Emily was amazed how such a small piece of cloth could hold so many pockets, it dawned on her when the tight shorts wrapped around her rear and settled as she looked at herself in the mirror with how much of her legs are exposed she then noticed that they parodied some archeologist clothes from a century or two ago.

Next, Emily took out the bikini top that, as expected, narched the bottom’s colours. She noticed that the training with the new armour made her a bit more fit than even archeological field work used to, the realisation made Emily smirk briefly until she moved to the next piece of her wardrobe being another part of her parodied archeological getup - a way too tight and too thin tank top. Emily gently pulled it over her head, realizing it must be high quality fabric to not tear just at the smallest strain. Regardless, the beige cloth hugged her and didn’t even manage to cover more than some cleavage and ended just above her belly button. At least her boots were normal, just a pair of black sneakers, heels of course but it could be worse. Emily finished dressing herself up and looked over her image in the mirror and moved on to meet her Korean trainers.

Emily entered the training room and froze as she saw Yuna and Hana gave her cold looks of disdain, the type of looks one would associate with bitchy high school girls. It was such a great contrast to the nice and cool demeanor the two military celebrities were known for.

“You are late.” Hana Song stated dryly while not getting her eyes off Emily. D.Va was well aware why and what Emily was sent to her for punishment training regimen and that didn’t help Emily’s case. With Hana’s new set of priorities and her old army training insubordination was… unacceptable to say the least.

“S-sorry” Emily meekly apologised and was led towards her new stretching and warmup regimen before training popper without much to say. Both women guided Emily through her warmup, showing her the moves and positions for most optimal warm up possible. It would be almost nice if they wouldn’t push and pull on Emily to stretch her body further randomly, causing her to yelp at the unpleasant feelings.

The stretching was quickly done and Emily was instructed to practice her pole dancing skills. The training proper wasn’t any better. Emily's instructors were merciless. Hana would slap Emily’s ass really hard if her back was out of position, Yuna would grope and pinch her chest if in case it was positioned wrong or moved wrong. The rigorous training continued to the point of tears for Emily but she was **** to continue with the punishment.

“Hey, Yuna, that stupid bitch is enjoying all this!” Emily was pushed out of the exhausted haze of her training as in the middle of her two minutes break by D.Va addressing D,Mon, who then in turn approached Emily from behind and pushed her from her sitting position flat onto her stomach. Emily yelped fingers poking her crotch through the shorts, making her realise how wet she was down there as the two layers of drenched fabric pressed against her body more.

“You are right! She is getting off to it. What a depraved slut!” Yuna laughed in return.

“She did it to her ex and now she is getting turned on by similar treatment, huh maybe some dumbass was looking for something by doing that?” Hana pondered out loud, making Emily panic, slightly less than she expected too but still she started to frantically shake her head in disagreement before she was stopped by Hana grabbing her face squeezing her cheeks in her palm and locking their eyes and giving Emily a domineering stare down.

After a moment of that D.Va turned around grabbed something from a table and tossed it to Yuna, who caught the little gizmo mid air and then yanked Emily’s soaked bottom’s down, causing Emily to whine in protest but before she could move away, Yuna Wrapped an arm around her and took the gizmo that soon turned to be some high tech clamp and pinned it to Emily’s clit.

“This little neural blocker will stop you from going over the edge unless we allow you to, and we will only let you cum if you take your punishment like a good girl, understood?” D.Va asked and before Emily could muster a response, D.Va pulled her head forcing a nod from Emily.

“Now…” Yuna Grinned and Hana nodded at her partner in crime and they just tore off the outfit off of Emily’s body and Yuna turned around to get a strap on onto herself and then **** Emily’s legs apart and already pushed the synthetic dong into Emily’s cunt. Causing Emily to scream in ecstasy and frustration. Her already super sensitive cunt got pushed to the brink of an orgasm with a single thrust considering how worked up it was but then… it didn’t push it over, the stupid device worked and Emily instinctively shook her hips against the strap on, desperately hoping to get off.

Emily panted and shook her body, waving it up and down from the floor, her tongue popping out of her mouth, she breathed heavily but then her gasps turned into muffled mumbling as D.Va sat down bare assed on Emily’s face.”Now, get your tongue to work on my ass if you want to breathe!” D.Va threatened while smiling at Youna who was pounding emily. D.Va also swayed her ass more into position on Emily’s face, blocking both her mouth and nose.

Emily tried to desperately grab Hana’s hips to get her off but her arms were quickly slapped off. “No complaining, you know how to get out of this situation.”

It was hard to breathe and D.Va’s rear would suffocate Emily eventually, she whimpered pathetically but gave in and extended her tongue and seeked D.va’s asshole and regrettably got to work. Emily was quick to notice that it had a reverse effect from what she expected, the humiliating action made her even more aroused and even more constantly on edge. Before she knew it, Emily was hard at work on D.Va’s rear and writhing under two Koreans.

Emily’s nostrils were soon assaulted by the moist scent of D.Va’s arousal, causing her to double her efforts. Soon both of her trainers were panting and moaning, nearing their own climaxes.

Soon after D.Va was first to fall off Emily’s face onto the ground, dazed with her climax briefly watching D.mon enjoy the strap on work and the results of it too.

“Guess you deserve it, consider your punishment complete…” Hana chuckled and pressed the button, unlocking the neural device and releasing the built up arousal for Emily. That in turn caused the redhead to convulse on the floor for a brief moment screaming out with pleasure and then nearly pass out.

Few minutes later D.Va stretched her arms and helped the two other women to get up, and they all started cleaning up the mess they made.