Punishment

A feeling of dread fills your stomach as your captors lead you back to the training area. The two women drag you through the doors of the training area and throw your body to the ground. Directly in front of you stands a pair of tall black leather boots flecked with red and blue blood. Slowly, reluctantly, your eyes trace up the knee-high boots to reveal a pair of well-toned and sweaty azure thighs, a stained and tattered red uniform skirt and gold sash, a well-toned blue torso with a slashed red uniform top hanging half-open, fully exposing one sea-blue breast with an ice-tipped nipple, and finally the seething and scowling face of Lieutenant zh'Thracia. Her tousled white hair is matted against her cheeks, one of which is slashed and oozing blue blood, and her antennae arch toward you accusingly. You've seen Tracie mad, furious even, but you've never seen such intense hatred and smoldering rage as you see now in the eyes of this twisted through-the-looking-glass version of the Tracie that you know.

"Strip him!" she commands.

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," the two other women say obediently in unison. In the next instant, they have sliced away every shred of clothing from your body with their daggers. You want to resist, but the feeling of their sharp blades grazing across your skin keeps you still.

"Bind his wrists and suspend them!" she commands.

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," the women respond again. Quickly, they retrieve some rope from the equipment locker and bind your wrists. You try to pull away, but the instant you do...

Pow!

Your head snaps back from the **** of zh'Thracia's boot connecting with your jaw. Tears well up in your eyes and blood trickles from the corner of your mouth. The two other women drag you to the center of the room where a pulley system is hanging from the ceiling. They attach your ropes to the pulleys and haul your naked body up by your arms until your toes barely touch the floor. You're feeling very exposed hanging by your wrists in the middle of the room wearing only a cock cage and unable to protect or cover yourself.

zh'Thracia signals to the other two women to give her some space. They obediently back away and rest on their knees, watching their Mistress silently while zh'Thracia walks around you and out of your field of vision.

"Has everyone gone fucking crazy?!" you yell out in exasperation.

Crack!

The tip of a whip snaps across your back, tearing your skin and stinging your flesh.

"Ahhh!! Fucking hell, Tracie!" you cry out in pain.

Crack!

"You will address me..."

Crack!

"...As..."

Crack!

"...Mistress..."

Crack!

"...zh'Thracia!"

Your back feels like it's on fire. Every crack of her whip tears across your flesh leaving you raw and in intense pain. With pleading eyes, you look to the two kneeling women who are your audience, but they simply watch in stone silence. Behind you, you hear zh'Thracia moving again. The clacking sound of her boots on the deck grows softer as she walks away, stops for a minute, and then grows louder as she walks back toward you all outside your field of vision. Her footsteps stop again. Silence fills your ears. What is she doing? Anticipation builds up inside of you. You feel like you might scream. Then, without warning...

Whack!

"Yeeeaaaooowww!"

A hard thin rod smacks across your bare ass hard enough to leave a welt. Tears fill your eyes again and your bottom lip starts to quiver. You're not sure how much more of this you can take.

"Okay! Okay! I'll call you anything you want! Just stop hitting me!" You plead.

Whack!

"I will stop after you've been properly punished for your cowardice. Is that understood?" she says sternly.

"Ow! Okay! Whatever! Yes!"

Whack!

"Yes, what?" she asks.

"Yes, m-m-Mistress zh'Thracia," you manage to say. A strange feeling comes over you as the words leave your lips, surrendering yourself to her dominance. She continues to beat you, but rather than fight against the pain you begin to embrace it. Even as your body writhes and your voice cries out, your mind feels far gone. The pain overloads your senses, and time loses all meaning.

After what feels like an eternity of punishment, she finally stops. Your body hangs limp and useless. She walks around in front of you for the first time since the beating began. Her body is glistening from exertion. She steps closer, stopping only inches away. You can smell the exotic tang of her sweat. Her hand reaches up and grabs your throat. Your eyes roll back involuntarily as she once again asserts her dominance.

"Have you learned your lesson?" she asks.

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia." The words come automatically if a bit slurred.

A satisfied grin spreads across her face. "Good."

Her face leans in to yours as her fingers grasp around your throat and pulls you towards her. Suddenly, her lips are pressing against yours in a passionate, almost feral kiss. A flood of conflicting emotions wash over you; fear, joy, desire, surrender. Her teeth graze against your bottom lip, biting it lightly as she ends the kiss and releases her grip on your throat.

"Clean him up and take him to my quarters," she calls over her shoulder before turning her attention back to you, eyeing you like a succulent piece of meat. "You'll be in service to me tonight."

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," the two women respond obediently.

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," you respond too.