Behavioural conditioning – Day 2.

Uklag enters the torture chamber. Today he has given the task of preparing the soldiers to Alratha and Zal. The odd duo turns at his entrance and bows. The twins following him in his steps Uklag sits down and looks at the scene in front of him. As per his instructions the woman today, another brunette with short hair, isn’t bound to any object. All they have done to her is bind her arms together behind her back and putting two collars around the captives neck – one with a yellow point the other a blue one.

“Hello there.” Uklag says with a bright smile. “Hello.” The soldier says, much like her comrades she has reclaimed some of her former resistance, but part of her had already broken in making his work from here on out much easier. “That reminds me, did any of them did ask you to be fucked Zal?” Uklag asks the bald man. “No.” the simple answer is neutral but Uklag thinks he heard a bit of disappointment there. He turns back to his captive.

“Here are the rules of today: The holdings around your arms will increase your sensitivity over time when you don’t make a decison. The new collar you are wearing will provide you with pleasure every time you follow orders of anyone wearing my emblem.”

That was effectively everyone in the room. Alratha had her uniform on, mask and weapons dangling from her belt, Uklag and his twin wives had their rings and Zal had recently been given his new uniform – an expensive looking black suit with white leather gloves, his emblem a burning red on the First-Servant’s back.

“That is everything?” The soldier asks. “Of course that is not everything. Alratha, Zal would you stand to each side of the prisoner please? Make sure to have a few metre’s distance.” They obey his commands, from Uklags position Alratha stands to his far right and Zal to his far left.

“Now I will present you with situations and my servants here will present you with a solution each. Once you decide for one of them, that one of my servants will have the right to give you one command. Understand?” “Yes.” The soldier answer with a wary tone.

“Great. Imagine if you will that you are sent to take out a target for a few days by whatever needs necessary, how do you do it? Alratha?” The assassin thinks for a few seconds then she starts snickering. “Just kill her – Will take out the target forever.” “Zal?” The servant bows and says: “Infiltrate her staff and poison the food.” “Lastly, my dear wives?” The twins are taken back for a second, they hadn’t expected to be part of this.

“”Seduce the target and keep it busy for these days.”” They finally say in unison. “Now choose.” The soldier stands still but eventually walks over to Alratha. “Oh? So you go with murder. Very well Alratha give her a command.”

The assassin thinks about it for a moment, “Let’s start with something easy. Kiss me.” The soldier follows her command, her skin flushing when she does so. Her legs quiver while her lips part and tongue dance around each other in more and more heated movements. Uklag stops the show with a quick hit on the ground with his staff.

“Get back into the middle.” The servant obeys and is rewarded by another rush of pleasure, a trickle of wetness showing between her legs. “You have killed your target and flee successfully, your master is happy of the results, albeit not by your methods, how do you appease him?”

“Allow myself to be a slave of his every whim.” Alratha says, “Lay down your life and beg for forgiveness.” Zal follows, “”Suck his cock until he forgets.”” The twins finish the list.

The soldier walks over to Zal. “Zal, give the order.” “Suck my cock.” The First-Servant doesn’t even think about it as he whips out his dick. The soldier doesn’t follow the order at first but a quick look at Uklag’s disapproving face and she remembers what happened yesterday. ‘Also the rush is so…nice compared to the violent pleasure of yesterday.’ The soldier thinks and starts to suck the dick presented to her.

The pleasure she receives from following the command is invigorating the soldier and soon Zal comes down the captive’s throat. “Very good, get back into the middle.” Uklag says. Quickly the soldier rushes back to her position to taste the pleasure again. She breathes heavily now and is looking at Uklag in anticipation.

“So your Master has found it in his heart to forgive you – But now you are supposed to go through training, what kind of training do you choose?”

“Combat.” Alratha starts again, “Household.” Zal follows it up, “”Sexual.”” The twins finish. To no one’s surprise the soldier chooses Combat. “Stand still for one minute.” Alratha gives her command and quickly goes to work, her fingers teasing the captive’s breasts while also attacking her wet crotch. She does her best not to move and prolong the pleasure she gets from obeying that way. Then the soldier caves in under the assault and orgasms.

But she doesn’t take a single step in the process. “Very good.” Uklag says. “Free her of the bindings and give her a black collar instead.” Zal and Alratha follow his will, the soldier doesn’t resist in the slightest.

“This black collar is the sign of a trainee, once you are worthy you are handed either a red or a white one. How did you like the pleasure you felt when you obeyed one of the orders?” The soldier struggles with an answer but eventually she admits, “Very much.” To her surprise a black line appears on her wrist afterwards.

“And this is your first point.” Uklag congratulates, “Every time you answer one of my question truthfully or follow the command of someone with my emblem you get a point. Utter the phrase, ‘I thank my Master Uklag for his graciousness.’ ro redeem them. You don’t have to mean it.”

She does and soon her whole body is rushed with pleasure again. The line on her wrist has disappeared. “Each point makes that experience twice as good, you can redeem them whenever you want. There is also another way to get points, would you like to hear it?” “Yes.” The former soldier says eagerly. “Every time you make your fellow cell mate orgasm you get one point, if you make one of the emblem-wearers orgasm you get two. If you beg someone to have sex with you, you lose a point – nobody likes pushy slaves.”

Uklag gives a signal to Alratha and Zal, the former soldier is brought back into her cell, another is pushed into the torture chamber in her place and the play begins again.

“The end result is 3 for combat 2 for household and one for sexual.” Uklag muses when the last captive is sent back to her cell with her new collar. “Are they already fucking over there?” He asks Zal when he gets back, “Like rabbits, Master Uklag.” He says and hands him a glass of water. Uklag takes a huge gulp, his throat has gotten dry from all that talking.

“Very nice, how about Tienal?” He asks, Zal looks unhappy, “Masturbating but not asking for anything, Master Uklag.” Uklag isn’t bothered in the slightest, in fact he even smiles a little bit, “So far all is according to plan. Alratha you will take a bath with me and my wives, I will give you the reward I promised – Zal grab Celine and prepare our next meal. Prepare some for Catherine and Droy as well, they should come back shortly.”