You wake up

The next day you wake up for the feeling of your cock pressing against your cockcage, causing you a lot of pain in the process.

“Mmm!” you grunt, and you try your best against your bonds. But you are unable to do a thing.

Sometime later the door opens, and your blindfold is removed. To your surprise, you see Mission’s beautiful face instead of Bastila’s. She removes your ballgag, and opens your mouth. Only to spit in it afterwards.

For a moment, you don’t know what to do. That indecision is enough for her to slap you, and painfully grab your jaw.

“What do we say, pet?” she asks.

“Tsank tsu, Mistsess,” you say, your speech slurred due to her hold.

“Good,” she says. She lets go of your mouth, and spits in it again.

“Thank you, Mistress!” you say.

“Excellent,” she nods. She leans down, and raises a bowl with rice and chopped meat in front of you. She starts feeding you like a pet, and you say thank you every time a piece of food is inserted in your mouth.

“Come on pet,” she says once you finish, and promptly unlocks your cage's door.

She leads you to the Ebon Hawk’s common area - or more like drags you, as you hastily stumble onward. In there, you can see a new table and a set of chairs, and also some breakfast and coffee prepared for the occasion. Mission sits down comfortably in front of Bastila, then she instructs you to kneel down next of her.

“So you believe in this three months thing?” Mission asks sipping some coffee.

“The research seems to back it up,” Bastila nods. “If the male is denied of ejaculation for three consecutive months, its will is shattered, and all it can do is to mindlessly serve.”

“And they do this in every planet with male slavery?” Missions frowns.

“Yepp,” she nods. “Top it up with some pain endurance lessons, and our hold will be unbreakable.”

In the meantime, all you do is to stare at them with eyes wide open, your thoughts running through your head like monorails. What they mean by three months? And by completely shattering the male’s will??? This is the first time it occurs to you, perhaps you are going to be kept as a **** for a longer interval. Even for good.

“What of you, darling?” Bastila turns to you. “Are you excited for our little experiment?”