Janet and Oriana's fate

Janet stood alone on the landing platform. The smell of smoke, burning oil, and other things that she’d rather not think about hung in the air. The landing craft that was making its way down from the massive Janet stood alone on the landing platform. The smell of smoke, burning oil, and other things that she’d rather not think about hung in the air. The landing craft that was making its way down from the massive dreadnought seemed to be moving in slow motion. Silent tears slowly streamed down her face as her thoughts turned first to her beautiful daughter, Oriana, who was the spitting image of herself in her younger days, although Janet knew she was still quite beautiful. She hoped that her daughter was indeed safe, as she was being held prisoner on the dreadnought, she would soon be taken too. She took a long look at the still-burning vehicles and buildings below her. “This is it,” she thought as her shoulders slumped in defeat.”I’m the president that presided over the end of life on Earth as we know or rather knew it.”

There was a rush of hot air as the landing craft eased to a standing hover just in front of her, barely even an inch from the surface of the landing pad. Then a loud metallic thunk and the hissing of air as the side panel lifted away and then slid to the back of the vehicle. Inside was an entire team of tall aliens with grey, bumpy skin. Two of them quickly got off the landing craft, grabbed Janet firmly, yet gently by the arms, and led her onto the craft. She held thoughts of pulling away, of fighting, of screaming, but as much as it made her stomach churn, not too, she didn’t. She knew it would be hopeless; she was outnumbered, they were trained soldiers, she had already given the surrender order, and most importantly, she knew if she fought back, it would be Oriana who paid the price. She was so lost in her depressive thoughts that she barely noticed when one of the soldiers pressed a gas mask to her face, or the faint prick of a needle in her arm as she lost consciousness from whatever it was that she had inhaled.

“Mom! Mom! Mom, wake up!” She could faintly hear Oriana’s voice calling to her, but it sounded so far away. Slowly, she became aware of something hard and bitter tasting filling her mouth, then she suddenly lifted her head and sucked in a breath sharply through her nose, and her head shot up. Her neck was slightly stiff from her head hanging down while she was ****, and it took several seconds for her eyes to adjust to the bright, stinging lights in the room. When they did, and she became fully aware of her situation, she realized she had woken up into a nightmare. She was placed spread-eagled in a large circular metal frame. Her arms and legs were held in place by heavy metal casings that appeared to be attached to the frame that encased her hands, wrists, feet, and ankles completely. Not only that, she was completely naked with a smooth, cold metal bar rising from the frame between her legs pressing on her exposed pussy. The sound of Oriana calling to her again broke her from her terrified thoughts, and her eyes went to her daughter.

Oriana stood, also completely naked, halfway across the large room. The alien she now knew to be Emperor Telandros Kuhn stood behind her, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. His black armor was gone and replaced by a regal-looking dark blue suit with golden trimming that gave him a very regal appearance. Next to him stood Kat, her elegant gown replaced by a tight-fitting red leather top, trimmed in black that pushed up her breasts, a matching pair of booty shorts, and knee-high leather boots with a square heel.

“RRRAAAAHH!” She let out a terrified scream into her gag as she glanced around the room, seeing several items that resembled **** devices. The walls seemed to be adorned with several restraints as well as whips, paddles, and canes of every conceivable sort. It was then that a wave of intense arousal, the kind she hadn’t felt in years, hit her. Even the cool are in the room felt like thousands of lightning bolts teasing her naked flesh. Suddenly, the smooth rod between her legs began to vibrate, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Within seconds, her hips were moving over the smooth rod seeking more and more stimulation, her body seemed to be on autopilot as it chased an intense orgasm. “Wha-what the hell?!” she wondered as her body seemed to hang right on the edge of release for several seconds, her entire body wound like a coil and ready to snap. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the vibrations between her legs stopped, but her arousal remained.

“I know from personal experience just how… unpleasant those nanites the Amazons use can be,” Kat said, causing Janet to look at her with a look of pure hatred. “That’s what you breathed in, along with a dose of knockout gas.”

“Don’t forget the injection, my dear,” Telandros said, his voice silky smooth. Janet’s eyes moved to him, now terrified of what had been injected into her. “Oh, no worries, Ex-President Calihan, it is the same kind of injection I have given to my beautiful wife here when she was in stasis on her way to Blackspire. The same injection I had given to her friends and your daughter. You see, you humans are not as long-lived as I. We Thraxians live for thousands of your years, so the injections simply ensure that your lives and your beauty remain as long as mine will,” he explained with a smile she wasn't quite sure if it was the smile, or the unending arousal she felt, that sent a wave of shivers up and down her spine. “You see, I knew I wanted my lovely wife here, whether as my bride or as my ****, and not for a short time. Thankfully for me, she proved quite intelligent and became your new Empress.”

“I-I-I can’t believe this,” Janet thought as her mind reeled from what she was hearing. She let out a groan, and her entire body went red with shame as she suddenly realized she was still slowly moving her hips over the metal rod.

“Oh, you won’t be cumming until we decide to let you, which won’t be anytime soon,” Kat said with a cold smile. “You see, only well-behaved slaves get to cum. We’ve decided to keep you as a trophy, so to speak. You know something to display and show off during parties, feasts, or when visiting subordinates from around the Empire visit.” Kat reached over and began to fondle one of Oriana’s breasts. When she tried to pull away, Telandros easily held her in place. “Your lovely daughter, on the other hand, well, she will look just lovely with a **** collar around her neck, don’t you think?”

“Ruh-uh! Ruh-uh!” Janet screamed into her gag as she fought against the casings keeping her in place as she tried desperately to reach Oriana, to save her from her fate.

“Oh, you don’t think so?” Kat asked in a mocking tone. “Well, we’ll just have to find out, of course, we could just give her a collar if she likes; however, I bet she’ll need convincing.”

“Let’s ask her, my dear,” Telandros said, his eerie yellow eyes twinkling with delight. “Oriana, would you like to wear a **** collar and intimately serve your new Emperor and Empress, or do you need to be convinced?”

“Fuck you both, you sick fucks! Let us go!” Oriana yelled, the latter part of her response coming out as a shriek.

“Convincing it is,” Kat said with an amused smile.

“You know, my dear, I believe it is for the best when we have to convince a beautiful woman to submit and serve us,” Telandros said as he looked at Kat. “A preview of the kind of treatment she can expect if and when she is disobedient proves to be a powerful motivator when she finally accepts her place and begs to wear a collar. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I do,” Kat said as she grabbed Oriana’s chin and **** her to turn her head to look at her. “The first question is, how stubborn and resistant she’ll be.”

“And the second question?” Telaandros asked with a knowing smile.

“How will she suffer?” Kat replied. “We have so many options,” she added as she motioned with her free hand around the dungeon.

“Yes, we have so many tools to inflict pleasure and pain on our sex slaves,” Telandros laughed. “You pick, my dear, I rather like how your mind works.”

Kat let go of Oriana’s chin and looked directly at Janet. “I hope you enjoy your in-flight entertainment, Janet.”

Janet’s heart raced, her eyes darting around the dungeon, seeking an escape even as her body hung on the edge of orgasmic relief, but there was none, no escape, and no relief. “Done in by treason,” Janet thought as she bit down on her gag as every muscle in her body stiffened and twisted all at once. "If they did this to her, I almost can’t blame her for joining that monster.”

“My dear, have you any ideas on how we might convince this lovely creature she is better off serving her betters wearing a **** collar?”

“I believe I do,” Kat said as she flipped her long brown hair dramatically and sauntered over to a chair with a built-in posture collar at the bottom of the adjustable head rest, a metal cuff at either side of the seat, which instead of being cushioned, was made of dulled rubber points designed to uncomfortably dig into the occupant’s flesh without cussing any real harm. From the front of the set, two narrow platforms extended out, each with another cuff near the far end, ensuring the occupant’s feet would be held out in front of them. “Guards bring Oriana to her seat.”

“Right away, Empress,” one of the grey-skinned aliens said as he and another guard approached their Emperor, as he still held Oriana by the shoulders.

“With your permission, of course, Emperor Telandros,” the other guard said as they bowed respectfully to him.

“Of course, gentlemen,: Telandros replied with a predatory smile as she gently shoved Oriana into the waiting hands of the guards.

“No! No! Please! You-you’re from Earth! You’re a woman! Please don’t do this!” Oriana screamed, looking at Kat. As they neared the chair, she tried to kick one guard, then the other, but this only played into their hands; however, as each of the guards caught the foot she had kicked at them with and made it all the easier to get her onto the chair. Almost as soon as she felt the dulled rubber points dig into her ass, Oriana felt the cuffs at the sides of the seat close around her wrists, then her ankles were locked in. Finally, one of the guards helped her head back as the other adjusted the eight of the head resist, closed the posture collar around her neck, and locked it in place.

Without a word, Kat walked over to a row of hooks on one of the dungeon walls. Each of these hooks held a cane. She took several minutes to make a selection. She knew that all of Oriana’s weight was concentrated on her ass thanks to how she was bound, making every second she spent in the chair highly uncomfortable. “Here we are,” she said as she selected one of the canes. The body of the cane was black, and the handle was wrapped in supple red leather. It was also short, measuring just ten inches from the top of the handle to the tip. Both Oriana and Janet watched in mixed confusion and fear as Kat made her way back to the younger of the pair. “Oriana, when you are ready to accept your collar, I want you to say, 'I submit, Mistress, please collar me,’” Kat said as she rubbed the cane against the arch of Oriana’s right foot. “Do you think you can do that?” She didn’t wait for a reply. She drew the cane back, and with a flicked of her wrists sent the cane crashing into the sole of Oriana’s right foot, meeting the sensitive flesh with a quiet but still audible pop, just a split second before Oriana screamed in pain and her body shifted in the chair causing a second wave of pain to pass through her body.

“You bitch!” the beautiful nineteen-year-old screamed when she finally willed herself to stop moving, adding to her torment. “You’ll pay for that! You’ll pay!”

“Temper, temper, Oriana,” said teasingly as she moved the cane to the arch of her left foot. Oriana began to flex her foot, desperately trying to free it from the cuff that held it firmly in place. “You know what to do to make it stop,” Kat said as she slowly pulled the cane back and flicked her wrist forward again.

“OWWWWW!!!!” Oriana howled as she tried desperately not to move in response to the thin line of fiery pain in her foot. Despite her efforts, her body shook, causing the dull rubber spikes to dig into her flesh. Her breathing became rapid, and salty tears began to flow down her cheeks.

Kat continued to apply the can to the soles of Oriana’s feet, now not waiting to watch her respond, but keeping the strokes at a steady pace, keeping the captive blonde in absolute agony. “She’s a stubborn one,” Telandros said to Janet as if in casual conversation, as the two watched Kat continue to **** Oriana. “You must be proud.”

Finally, after she had lost count of how many strokes she had taken, Oriana’s pride gave way. “I submit, Mistress! Please collar me!” she screamed as the latest stroke of the cane landed on the bottom of her right foot.

Kat smiled almost warmly at the sobbing Oriana and placed the cane back in its place before opening a long, shallow drawer of an ornate cabinet. Inside the drawer, sitting on soft velvet lining, was a selection of collars. She chose one made of a narrow strip of soft, supple pink leather, returned to Oriana, and placed the collar around the younger woman’s neck.

“You’re training will begin when we return to Blackspire,” she said as she **** Oriana to look at her. “Guards, please take this **** to the **** quarters, properly dress her, and put her in a cell. She is not to be touched unnecessarily.”

“Yes, Empress,” the two guards said together.

“When you’re finished with our new ****, please take our new trophy to the mess hall and place her near the Empress and I’s table. Our soldiers deserve to see the fruits of their efforts.”

“As you command, My Emperor,” the two guards said before they turned to Janet and smiled at her, making her skin crawl.

What "training" will Oriana receive first? Answer in comments.

A) Deepthroat training from Telandros

B) Pussy eating training from Kat

C) Orgasm control from both her master and mistress

D) Training in giving and receiving pleasure from her master and mistress

E) Something else, what?