Weeks later

You wake up in your cell like every other day. You are in the same outfit as before. Straitjacketed and biting on a dildo gag.

If it was up to you you would be already out. But you are kept in your bondage all day, and each time you are let out of the cell there is strict supervision. It is difficult for you to accept it. But what the woman says is likely to be true: you are going to be a **** until you draw your last breath.

You wait for an hour, then the woman walks in.

"Good morning, worm," she says.

"Good morning, Mistress," you mutter in your gag.

You get breakfast through a bowl. In the meantime the bucket that contains what came out of you is switched to another one by a guard.

The trainer opens your mouth with her hands and spits in it a couple times. You have to say thank you each time. After that she gets you up rom the ground, and you are escorted to today's training session.

Today you receive sexual training. You spend most of the day locked by straps on a bench, fucked by your trainer and various members of the crew.

By the evening you are escorted back. Your trainer fucks you in the ass with her strapon one more time. In the aftermath you receive dinner from a bowl, and the bucket that contains what came out of you is switched to another one by a guard.

"Good night, worm," your trainer says.

"Good night, Mistress," you mutter in your gag as she leaves.