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I thought I should be getting used to it: the shame and the blush and the tingle down there, and the distressing knowledge that the governor had just moderated my arousal and my pleasure. Even at that point, only a few minutes into my new life with the horrible Prosperian instrument of oppression installed between my thighs, I thought I should have started at least to find the capacity to push away the helpless feelings their brutal words raised in my body.
But, right then, I actually began to worry that I wouldneverget used to it. Indeed, when I felt the tingle and watched the silver card in Major Harrow’s hand flash red and green, the colors visible in the illumination they cast on his thumb, I had the sinking feeling that this second thought had far more likelihood of being true. In fact, rather than becoming accustomed to the lewd need my guardian clearly knew how to rouse in me, it seemed to have grown more intense. The little jerks of my hips and the clenches of my shaved pussy sent more intense shockwaves that lasted longer—in spite of the moderation of the governor.
Or maybe because of it?
My eyes went wide. Had I misunderstood something essential about the nature of the tiny device?
“Well, I’m finished,” Doctor Greenway said, removing the horrible speculum from my bottom at last and sending yet another wave of heat to my cheeks at the sensation of my anus finally closing—and yet feeling subtly and mortifyingly different than I had felt there a few moments earlier. “She’s all yours, Major. I’ll file my final report with Federation HQ as soon as I get back to my office.”
Major Harrow nodded. My eyes went from his face to the doctor’s, one part of me drinking in the shame of having my sexual fate discussed by these two men as if I didn’t lie naked, spread, and restrained a meter away, and the other part raging at my apparent inability to defy them in any meaningful way.
“When that’s done,” the major said, “we’ll be clear to start the filming.”
The doctor smiled and nodded back to my guardian. Then he spared me a glance, but not in any way a compassionate one: Doctor Greenway looked at me as something between an interesting specimen and a potentially pleasurable sex toy—one his eyes seemed to say he felt a little reluctance to give up into the care of another man.
He looked back at the major, leaving me to chew hard on the inside of my cheek as the battle inside my mind and my body renewed itself, and my pussy made the controller in my guardian’s hand flash red once again. The little bit of leeway he had given my clit sent a mortifying spasm through my shaved privates, making my still-sore, paddled bottom squirm—but not a strong enough one to give me any real pleasure, but rather only what felt like pleasure’s foretaste, or pleasure’s ghost.
“You’ll have her masturbation filmed, then?”
I couldn’t endure the sight of their faces, or of the flashing lights reflected so subtly from the controller onto Major Harrow’s strong hand, anymore: I closed my eyes and shook my head at their words and the humiliating feelings they caused. It made the conflict inside my head worse, because my thoughts and emotions seemed like the sole reality there in the darkness behind my lids. At least it stopped my apparently unquenchable, uncontrollable need for the sight ofhim.
The man in charge of me. Guardian. Sir.
Master.
“I’m going to let the director tell me how we should set it up, but in these cases they always say the more good footage the better, it seems like.”
Footage.Like from the life I had before this horrifically ambiguous nightmare. Public relations secretaries had to think about getting good footage, about keeping the good footage they had in the can current—renewing it by getting the pool media to take more of it, whenever Viola took a walk with an adviser in the Harmony Garden or played with her dog on the North Lawn.
Public relations secretaries had to consider such things, and that category had…
I felt my breathing quicken. I felt the tingle, and I couldn’t believe that my treasonousmind—not my body so much at all, although to my dismay I could feel my pussy getting involved—had found a way back to the shameful fate Viola had meted out to me.
The categorypublic relations secretarieshad included me, once upon a time. But Sara Granzofar no longer held that post, did she? The Magisterians had come, and they had turned Sara Granzofar into a concubine. A sexual servant in training, being readied for service as the fuck toy of some unknown Magisterian who would buy her for his use.
“Sara,” the doctor’s voice said from what seemed a very long way away, “I know from experience that you’ll learn to enjoy a great deal of your training—and even of your term of service. I’m sure that seems impossible right now, but it may help a little to remember that Magisterian science and medicine is the most advanced in the galaxy, and I wouldn’t approve you for concubinage if you didn’t fit the profile of a girl who will benefit from sexual training and indenture with a dominant master.”
CHAPTER16
Philip
I walked the doctor to the door of the state bedroom. My good friend Lieutenant George Saint-John, the director of the reality series that would present Sara’s story to the citizens of Artemisia, stood right outside in the living room of the apartment, waiting to speak with me.
“We’re set?” George asked the doctor.
“Miss Granzofar is an excellent candidate for the reparations program,” Doctor Greenway responded. “I’m looking forward myself to watching Major Harrow here train her—and more important, I can’t see any reason why the demonstration of her submission won’t provide precisely the symbolic spectacle Prince Hendren and the Federation Council have planned. I’m not a psychologist or a sociologist, of course, but from a medical perspective you couldn’t have chosen a better candidate.”
“Perfect. Thanks, Doctor.” George looked at me. “We’re all set from the technical side as well, Major. His Royal Highness is wondering if he could come see the girl now, as we’re getting ready for first episode—and bring the former president, as well.”
I shook Doctor Greenway’s hand to bid him farewell as I answered the director.
“Of course, George. I’d be grateful to discuss Sara with His Royal Highness, and I like the idea of having Viola there—for both their sakes.”
“In the meantime, any final requests from our side? Implements, et cetera? You should have everything you need in the bedroom or here in the living room.” He gestured to the discipline bench that stood behind him, waiting for Sara, and the chest that stood against the wall nearby, of a standard Magisterian make.
Fashioned of old, ornately carved oak, I felt sure it did indeed contain nearly everything I would require to train the girl, in the way at least of material tools. The firm hand and the dominant skill to wield those implements would have to come from within me. I certainly had the necessary experience, as well as the innate inclination toward mastering women who needed it the way Sara Granzofar did. More, the unrelenting stiffness of my cock against my thigh at the thought of possessing the girl as she so clearly deserved assured me I could abundantly demonstrate my talents as a trainer of submissives.
On the other hand, Sara’s beauty and her reaction to my baring her cunny of its golden curls had given me an idea that the tools of dominance in the chest wouldn’t assist with.
