Chapter 11: Training

Nico tells Drax to leave, much to my disappointment. An order Drax surprisingly obeys at once. Then Nico tells me to fetch a bucket of water and clean myself up. There’s no blood, but my buttocks sting from the three parallel welts. It’s the blow between my legs which is the most in need of soothing. Unfortunately it’s the wound that neither of us can reach at all. I splash some cooling water onto the slit in my chastity belt, but it has minimal effect on my throbbing vagina.

“You did well,” praises Nico. “The swaying has worked. Noemi will be pleased with your progress. We might both be rewarded for today’s results if you can maintain this behaviour.”

I don’t follow what Nico means by swaying. I’ve been abused, degraded, and humiliated. My hated enemy has seen me debase myself before his lash. What’s worse, I want a repeat of the experience. I’m helpless and at Alejo’s mercy. I’m losing my resolve to resist.

Food and water arrive a short while later. Nico allows me to rest and use the toilet. More physical exercises conclude the day’s training. I don’t even think of resisting when Nico demands that I kneel and bow before him, and give him a blow-job. He’s not in a rush to come, and I get the chance to use a few of the tricks I learned from my time in Quenier. Before long, and without realising it, he has basically handed control of his cock to me. I carefully keep him on edge, stopping my actions when I think he might come. Even when he grabs the back of my head and tries to pump his cock into ejaculating in my mouth, my skills deny him the pleasure. Finally I take pity on him and bring him to an orgasm that explodes in my mouth.

I’m not returned to my cage. Instead I’m rewarded by being given a thin mattress to sleep on, although I’m warned that the privilege may be removed tomorrow if I backslide in my training. My ankle shackles are fastened to a ring in the floor, so my new freedom is very limited. I lie down on the mattress and count my few blessings. I’m free of the cage. Noemi and Nico seem pleased with my progress. And thanks to Drax’s whip I’ve experienced the most sensational orgasm I could imagine. I fall into a contented sleep.

It’s still dark when I wake. Something is wrong. My earlier contentment is replaced with a feeling of disgust. I realise that none of my feelings when I went to sleep were really mine. No, that’s not quite right. The thoughts and beliefs are mine, but from my time in a Quenier brothel. Nico and Drax have simply found a way to draw them out from whatever archive they inhabit in my mind.

What other memories from Quenier can be used against me? I’ve no idea how Nico has done it, but through his treatment of me, he has succeeded in drawing out a few of my suppressed memories. Only a few for the moment, but as each day passes, he’ll overlay more submissive thoughts into my mind until I concede total surrender to Alejo’s demands. I must find a way to prevent it. But how? I never detected Nico’s violation of my mind until now. He only needs to use the same process tomorrow and I’ll be equally helpless.

I evaluate my mental state. I’m concerned that I am progressively surrendering to Alejo’s scheme. I don’t want to submit to his control, but I’m worried that there is a hidden part of me that secretly desires just that. It’s a weakness I noticed while I was enslaved in Quenier. Despite the brutal regime imposed in Quenier, my enslavement and surrender to the whims of cruel overlords somehow seemed natural to me. It’s a perverse sensation that I can’t entirely blame on my time in Quenier. My parents were equally controlling when I was in my teens. They allowed me no freedom of choice under the guise of protecting me. Isn’t that exactly what Alejo is demanding of me now?

I lie on the mattress, unable to go back to sleep. I must find a way to resist. I mustn’t let Alejo defeat me. Once I’m in his thrall, then Cambris is as good as his. I try to push away all thoughts of submission, even suppressing memories of my parents, and my life as a child. But memories of my total submission when I was enslaved in Quenier are very hard to dismiss. I finally fall into an exhausted sleep.