more fucking and more training

Joanna writhed, her arse filled, eyes rolling up slightly as she pressed her face into the soft rug, her tongue hung out as she was fucked so hard. She doubted she’d be able to walk after the Slaver had finished with her.

Finally, with a laugh he came inside her, filling her ass with seed like he had her sex. Joanna collapsed onto the soaked rug, moaning slightly as she looked up at him, her endurance spent. The Slaver laughed and lifted Joanna up by her hair. It hurt, but it seemed right somehow. Joanna moaned “you’re pretty tight soldier girl, but you need training so you can stay awake longer”

Joanna looked at him and groaned, mouth hanging open. The Slaver laughed and pulled her mouth around to his dick “lick me clean” he commanded. Joanna obeyed, then fell back onto the mat as she finished, looking up at him exhausted, her makeup smudged and her dress torn in several places.

Robotic tentacles reached from the wall and pulled both Joanna and the rug into it, replacing it with a fresh one, this a tiger skin. She was lifted up and back into the complex of tunnels through the ship, still wearing the tattered bridal gown and with seed dripping out of both holes. Their first stop was in front of a mirror, Joanna looked at herself and giggled, thinking this was how a **** ought to look.

She was lifted up into a large warehouse, where dozens of other women, some of who she recognised as fellow angels hung also. Corporal De Groot, her chest now unbelievable huge and milky hung next to her, other squad members revealed on either side.

Every girl had a strange mask over her face, like a virtual reality headset. Joanna saw one lowering towards her as she was bought into the rack, a pair of paddles and a dildo moving up towards her lower parts, the dress retracting to allow them access.

The mask pulled over Joanna’s face and a voice spoke in her ear. “Good morning. Welcome to phase two of your training. Here you will learn to be a good slavegirl”

Joanna found she couldn’t wait.