Work on physical strength and stamina.

Raven’s physique is extremely lean and frail. A lifetime of reliance on magic will do that. But for my purposes, I needed to round out her abilities a bit. So the first order of business would be to get her some much needed exercise.

I spent about two hours forcing her to do the usual training. Running, weight lifting, a punching bag, squats, pushups, some light sparring, et cetera. I had a whip with me, but she really needed surprisingly little encouragement to keep at it. All in all it was fairly boring save for the fact that she was naked. If you ever have the opportunity to watch a pretty girl do naked squats, do it. Still, the session wouldn’t have been complete without something a little more interesting.

I brought her back to the “wet room” and hooked her collar to the wall, leaving her to rest for a few minutes while I set things up. I brought the winch hook down from the ceiling and added set of gymnastic rings, separated almost two feet by a trapeze bar. Nearby, I set up a six foot vertical Plexiglas cylinder on wheels, and added maybe a foot of water.

I led her over to the trapeze and had her lie down. Then, I brought it all the way down to the ground and put her legs through the rings, then bent them back, and frog tied her with a generous portion of silk rope. This gave me a good way to suspend her upside down by the knees, a position she could hold more or less indefinitely. I rotated her collar so the leash came off the back and tied it to the bar. There was no real tension but it would keep her from curling into the fetal position.

Now for the fun part. The winch lifted her to a comfortable level and I applied a generous helping of lubricant in and around her ass. Remembering the lesson from this morning, she did not clench or resist as I pushed the gleaming brass plug in. The plug was connected by wire first to a little box suspended further up the chain, and then to a pair of gold contacts, which I clipped to the chain roughly an inch from her knees. I then allowed the winch to wind her high up into the air and wheeled the cylinder under her.

I spoke as the chain lowered her down into the tube. “Each of my training sessions will conclude with a game. The point of this game is simple. When you push up on the bottom of the tank, your knees will touch the electrodes, delivering a steadily more painful electric shock. If the shock becomes to much, relax your arms and the contact will be broken. That will, of course, put your face under the water.” Around this time her head reached the water. She held herself out of the water fairly easily by her arms, since the electrodes had not yet been activated.

“The game will last until black out from pain or asphyxiation and I have to haul you out of the tank. A decent time is five minutes. Naturally, if you last longer you’ll be rewarded, and if you do poorly you’ll be punished. When you can make it an entire hour, you’ll earn a part of your uniform.” I pause a moment for this to sink in. This will be an incredibly grueling demand on her arms. She stares at me, concentrating on her arms, steeling herself for the pain ahead. Without warning, I hit the button and activate the electrodes. She yelps and plummets into the water with a splash.

I sit down, watching her with rapt attention. She’s trying to withstand the electricity as long as she can, thrashing around desperately trying to steady herself against the slippery tank floor. The machine is set so the voltage increases the longer she maintains contact. It’ll take practice before she can manage a good time. As it is, she keeps screaming when the voltage gets to be too much, which means her lungs are empty when she goes into the water. Still, she’s shaking and sweating most pleasingly, so I’m satisfied with the experiment. This too will be added to my video archive for later.

Finally the failsafe hauls her out of the water, looking very much like a drowned rat. She’s ****, but breathing. I glance down at the stopwatch. 00:06:14.217. A lackluster time, but decent for a first attempt. At least she managed the easy goal I set for her. Naturally, I’ll increase the requirement tomorrow. For now, I let her down, easing the ropes off and allowing the circulation to return to normal. She coughs a little and rubs her head, trying to clear the oxygen deprivation’s haze, “H-how was that?” she asks meekly.

I smirk a little. Rather than resenting the ordeal she’s already fishing for my approval. So I’ll grant it… sparingly, “Acceptable. It seems you have more grit than I first assumed. I’ll reward you later, for now, take a few more minutes to rest before we move on to the next portion of your training.”