Training

Joanna glared at the slaver as he walked down the rows of girls; the collar was doing something to her that prevented her from speaking. Instead she looked at her capture in silent fury as he stepped up in front of her and smiled down.

Suddenly, Joanna felt something touch between her legs. She couldn’t see what it was, but it was vibrating and pushing straight against her clit. Joanna gasped, unaccustomed pleasure sweeping through her.

Joanna was only a virgin as far as men went, she’d been with several women, but she was still pretty inexperienced when it came to sex, and the object pushing into her sex seemed designed to drive her crazy. She could feel it pull back now and a brush started up, silken bristles running across her clit.

The young troopers eyes opened wide, the rest of the angels were suffering similar molestations. Joanna blushed; despite everything it almost felt nice… at first. Then she realised it was bringing her to the brink of coming, but not letting her go over the edge.

For twenty agonising minutes Joanna was kept like that, watching as the Slaver and the two captured agents enjoyed themselves in front of them. Joanna groaned slightly, both girls came just from sucking dick. Half an hour ago she might have called that slutty, now she wished desperately she was that slutty.

Joanna tried to resist, distracting herself, but it was so difficult. There was a funny smell in the air, maybe some kind of pheromone that constantly reminded Joanna of sex. The sergeant moaned in her throat, then blinked as robotic arms rose around her, each one tipped with a hypospray. Two curled round and pushed up against Joanna’s breasts, two against her ass, two against her waist and one between her legs.

There were seven hisses as the hyposprays injected, joined by dozens of others from around the room as the rest of the angels got the same treatment. Joanna’s eyes widened as she saw her breasts begin to grow, her ass felt hot too, she imagined it was doing the same thing. At the same time, her waist shrunk slightly, then the warmth spread across her, removing any flaws in her beauty that remained.

Joanna had always looked good; most women did these days, and the athletic lithe angels more than most. Now though she looked like a supermodel. The injection between her legs locked in the feeling in her sex, from now on she’d be **** constantly.

The slaver walked up and smiled at her. “Feeling less defiant? Good girl. But your trainings not done…” he ran a hand across her hair, letting it down “you’ve learned how pleasure can be painful, now it’s time to learn how pain can be pleasure” the floor on which Joanna knelt began to lower into the floor, taking Joanna down into darkness.