Chapter 2: Leia’s Training

Pleasure and Punishment

Leia’s world spun as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Every thrust of the guards’ cocks stoked the flames within her, drawing out moan after moan from her parched lips. She lost track of time and space, existing only for the bliss that coursed through her veins. Dimly, she was aware of each guard being replaced by another, but it did not matter; all that mattered was the exquisite release that continually threatened to consume her.

Nabi watched Leia with a sickeningly satisfied smirk. The once-proud princess was now reduced to a quivering mass of need, no better than an animal in heat. Her body was limp, and she hung from the cross, covered in a sheen of perspiration and evidence of her shame. This is what happened to those who defied them.

Without warning, Nabi’s cold fingers found their way to Leia’s breast, rolling the sensitive nipple between her long nails. “Good,” she purred into Leia’s ear, “Now that you understand your place here, we can continue.”

Leia whimpered softly in response, too overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations to form coherent words.

“When I let you down from this cross,” Nabi continued, running a finger down Leia’s flushed cheek, “you will most likely collapse onto the floor. That’s fine.” She smirked cruelly. “But when you do, I want you to stay there and get up on all fours until I tell you otherwise.”

Humiliation surged through Leia at the thought of being reduced to an animal, but she knew better than to defy them now.

“Just to be clear,” Nabi added with a sneer, “it won’t be anytime soon. Untrained fucktoys like yourself must earn the privilege of walking again.” With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she motioned for one of the guards to release Leia from the cross.

As expected, Leia collapsed onto the floor as soon as her restraints were undone, her body heavy with exhaust

Nabi observed Leia’s labored crawl, her skin glistening with the drugged oil. The electrified crop hung ready in Nabi’s grip, a silent threat.

The corridor buzzed with hushed whispers as crew members peered from doorways and windows, their gazes fixed on the spectacle before them. For many, this was their first glimpse of a human, let alone one in such a compromising position.

Leia’s cheeks burned as she felt the weight of their stares. A confusing mix of shame and arousal churned within her, each sensation amplifying the other.

The mess hall fell silent as Nabi and Leia entered. Nabi positioned Leia at the front, facing away from the gathered crew.

“Behold,” Nabi announced, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “A human plaything for your amusement.”

Lewd comments and whistles filled the air, further stoking Leia’s humiliation.

“Her compliance has earned her a reward,” Nabi continued, singling out a crew member. “You - apply her next dose of Alphlolusian Cream.”

The alien’s eyes gleamed as he accepted the potion, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

Leia’s heart was pounding as Nabi instructed her to let the alien, who had introduced himself as Goro, touch her. She couldn’t believe what she was being asked to do, but she knew that she had no choice in the matter.

Leia trembled as Goro approached, his fingers tracing her curves. She shuddered, conflicted by fear and an unwelcome warmth spreading through her body. Nabi loomed behind, crop poised as a silent threat.

Closing her eyes, Leia focused on the sensations, trying to block out her shame. Goro’s hands grew bolder, cupping and caressing. A moan escaped her lips as he teased her sensitive areas, her body betraying her.

Nabi observed with satisfaction, whispering praise in Leia’s ear. Despite her self-loathing, Leia’s arousal grew with each touch. When Goro finally stepped away, she crumpled to the ground, overwhelmed.

“Guards, come,” Nabi called. “I have a reward from Korbba.”

The guards approached eagerly. A pink-skinned alien with writhing tentacles eyed Leia hungrily.

“Ivask,” Nabi instructed, “I want you all to use her, but remember - this is training, not mere amusement.”

Leia’s stomach churned as she grasped the full implications of Nabi’s words.

“We’ll be thorough,” Ivask promised. “Shall we take her to our quarters?”

“Perhaps another time, this one is still haughty, I want her to have an audience this time, so do it here. Also, she is not allowed to stand, without permission. She is definitely not allowed to stand if you are not fucking her. Here is her leash.” Nabi said as if giving someone instructions of what to do with their pet.

The man grabbed it. Nabi looked down and walked off without saying a word leaving Leia with six guards of the mess hall. The other crewmembers who were eating eagerly awaiting the show that was about to ensue.

“Open that sassy mouth slut. I need to put it to work” Ivask cried out. A guard behind her smacked her ass hard and repeated the order, “Open up slut, I will have to get my welding iron out” He threatened. Leia gasped at the threat which was more than enough time for Ivask to slide his cock into her mouth.

Leia choked as Ivask’s alien appendage invaded her mouth, its briny taste assaulting her senses. She struggled for air as he thrust deeper, tears welling in her eyes.

Rough hands gripped her hips from behind. Without warning, another guard penetrated her, eliciting a stifled cry. The aliens used her in unison as the crew jeered.

Leia’s mind spun, torn between resistance and the treacherous cravings induced by drugs and conditioning. Her body responded unbidden, hips rocking to meet each thrust.

“The slut’s loving it!” someone shouted.

Ivask yanked her hair, forcing himself further down her throat. “Take it all,” he snarled.

Gagging, Leia tried desperately to please him, to be Nabi’s perfect toy. The guard behind her ravaged her mercilessly, his alien anatomy stretching her impossibly.

Unwanted pleasure surged through her as they used her relentlessly. Her muffled moans only fueled their frenzy.

“Switch!” Ivask barked. In a disorienting blur, Leia found herself repositioned, a new alien in her mouth as Ivask took her from behind.

The crowd swelled, drawn by the depraved display. Leia burned with humiliation at their cruel taunts, even as pressure built within her core.

“The slut’s close,” a guard sneered, noting her quivering thighs.

“Make her beg,” another laughed.

The alien withdrew from her mouth. “Please...” Leia whimpered, self-loathing coursing through her. “Let me cum.”

“Louder!” Ivask demanded, striking her backside.

“Please let me cum!” Leia wailed. “I need it!”

“Better,” Ivask growled, pounding her mercilessly.

Leia’s release crashed over her, her body convulsing as pleasure overwhelmed her. She cried out, her voice echoing as the aliens continued using her trembling form.

“That’s it, finish for us,” Ivask growled, maintaining his pace.

The guards took turns silencing Leia’s cries of ecstasy. She was lost in a haze of shame and arousal as her climax lingered, each thrust prolonging the sensations.

As she came down, Leia felt drained. But the aliens weren’t done. They repositioned her on all fours.

“Time for the main event,” a guard announced. “Let’s see what she can take.”

Leia’s eyes widened as two thick members pressed against her. With a brutal thrust, both forced their way in, stretching her impossibly.

She screamed in a mix of agony and bliss as they moved in tandem, filling her completely. Tears fell, but her hips pushed back to meet their thrusts.

When she was brought back, she was overwhelmingly happy to be free from the Ivansk and the guards that she crawled to Nabi, tending with a long slow lick and suckle of submission. Nabi raised it for better access. Nabi’s grin could not have been wider.

“Good. Now your true training begins. We’ll teach you to dance and entice our guests. You’ll move sensuously, driving Korbba’s guests wild with desire.

“For every correction I make, you service a Gamorrean. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. We’ll start with your walk and progress from there.”

Leia shakily rose to her feet, her legs trembling from exhaustion and the aftermath of her intense experiences. She took a tentative step forward, trying to move in a way that would please Nabi.

“No, no, no,” Nabi scolded. “Your hips should sway more. You’re not some common whore, you’re a prized pleasure slave. Every movement should ooze sensuality.”

Leia bit her lip and tried again, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked across the room.

“Better,” Nabi nodded. “But your posture is all wrong. Chest out, shoulders back. You’re on display, act like it.”

Leia adjusted her stance, arching her back slightly to push out her breasts. She continued her sultry walk, feeling more confident with each step.

“Now for your dance moves,” Nabi instructed. “I want to see fluid, graceful motions. Imagine you’re trying to seduce everyone in the room with just your body.”

Leia began to move, swaying her hips and running her hands along her curves. She twirled slowly, trying to make each movement as alluring as possible.

“Decent start,” Nabi commented. “But you’re still too stiff. Relax into it more. Let the music flow through you.”

As Leia continued to practice her dancing, Nabi made numerous corrections - everything from her facial expressions to her not seductively rubbing her legs when she sat down.

Some time Later...

“That was 49 mistakes, we still have hours to go but I am ending it here or your punishment total will never be achieved. I suggest you start with this wing and go from there, I will assign this probe to follow you and film your encounters with the guards so we can properly view your progression and technique, you will not be allowed to return until your quota is met. With that infraction total it is more than a days work unless you want to get creative.” Nabi ordered before turning to the droid probe and saying, “HR-234 follow her and monitor her vitals” Nabi then turned to Leia, “You will stop when HR-234 tells you it is allowed not a moment sooner.”

Leia emerged from Nabi’s chambers, her body aching. The droid probe followed silently as she approached the guards’ wing, her leash dragging. Rounding a corner, she collided with a Gamorrean’s massive form.

“What’s this?” he grunted, tusks glinting.

“I’m here for you, sir,” Leia whispered.

The guard yanked her close. “Get to it, slave.”

Leia nuzzled his groin, freeing his member. Footsteps approached as she began.

“Boys, look what we have here,” another guard called.

Three more Gamorreans joined, eyeing Leia hungrily. As she took the first, she braced herself for the long night ahead.

The guards used her roughly, switching positions at will. Leia’s world narrowed to primal sensations as they passed her between them. The droid recorded silently.

When the first group finished, leaving Leia gasping, more guards arrived. Word had spread quickly.

“Please,” Leia whimpered as new hands grabbed her. “I need a moment...”

The droid beeped a negative. Resigned, Leia surrendered to the next group, determined to work off her debt no matter the cost.

Three days later, Leia dragged herself into Nabi’s training room, every muscle screaming. She pressed her lips to Nabi’s feet paying her thankful homage before collapsing. “Mistress,” she rasped.

Nabi’s eyes gleamed. “Stand, slave. You’ve served well.”

Leia rose, wincing. Guards scrubbed away days of filth as attendants adorned her in a revealing gold bikini, expertly applying makeup and intricate braids.

Leashed back to Nabi’s room, Leia felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, now reduced to a prized commodity.

Nabi scrutinized Leia, adorned with jewelry, her movements fluid. Weeks of relentless training had honed every step, every sway.

Yet Nabi craved more. “Again,” she snapped. “More sensuality.”

Leia nodded, resolve hardening. Survival demanded obedience. Despite her loathing, a part of her relished the power in her dance.