Faith frantically scrambled down the air duct. The fact that her naked body was wet made this task considerably easier. She suspected that Mark was the one who had engineered her escape. She wondered what this guy was trying to do. She heard some more screeching, and saw one of the air duct doors opening. She quickly pushed her feet over the edge and dropped down onto the floor. Just ahead of her, and elevator opened. She darted inside and noticed that the top floor had already been selected for her. As the elevator began to rise, Faith's hand drifted down to her pussy. She was nervous, and this happened to be a nervous habit. She wasn't really trying to masturbate. She was just fingering her pussy to have something to do with her hands. The elevator door opened, and Mark was standing there watching Faith rub her clitoris with her index finger.
"Making yourself happy, Faith?"
Faith quickly moved her finger out of her pussy. She tried to cover herself as best as she could.
"Uncover yourself immediately, Faith. You won't get your modesty back for a long time. You have some training to complete first."
"What the hell are you talking about? Why did you arrest me, and then help me escape?"
"The answer to your second question is threefold. First, I had to get you into the upper floor of this building without anyone else knowing about it. Having you escape from custody was the only way to do that. Nobody else in this building knows where you are. I froze the security cameras just long enough for you to make it up here. Second, I wanted to watch how you handled this situation. Third, I wanted to completely humiliate you and leave you hopeless so that I can improve you. Now, as to your first question, I am going to train you to be a better runner."
"But you're with the government!" Faith interrupted.
"Officially I am, but I am also working against this very same government. I am not associated with you runners, but I am associated with people who have interests similar to those of you runners. I am a mole within the secret police, but you runners also have a mole. I don't know who it is, but this is the reason why you saw your observation post empty. They were compromised, and my coworkers dealt with them. I want you to work for me now. I need better intel to conduct my operations, and you would be a valuable asset in obtaining needed intel. I have studied this Project Icarus that has been used to kill off many of your fellow runners. I know where you are weak, and I will work to correct those deficiencies so that you can overcome the challenges posed by this new threat. Some of your weaknesses are related to your technique and physical ability, but many of them are related to your psychological attributes. I am going to train your body and your mind. Having your intimate parts searched by a stranger, and being made to remain here naked is just one of many tools I am using to train you."
"Like I am really going to believe that, you pervert. Go ahead and enjoy the view."
Faith lifted her breasts with her hands and squeezed them seductively while maintaining a look of annoyance on her face.
"I certainly do enjoy the view, but that's not why I am having you do this. I want you to be able to move beyond your inhibiting sense of self-consciousness and focus on your surroundings, but at the same time, I want you to be able to do the exact opposite when necessary too. In fact, you are going to learn to do that right now. You are going to do what you were doing in the elevator. Block everything out and masturbate yourself to orgasm with me watching you. There is a couch over there that you can use."
As Faith stepped towards the couch, Mark slapped her butt. Faith stopped and started to turn.
"Do you object to me slapping your butt, Faith?"
"Well... I suppose it's not really a problem since it doesn't hurt that much. I guess it's just the kind of thing that you get off on. It's just sort of surprising that's all. You can do it again if you want before I go masturbate for you."
Faith bent her knees and stuck out her butt a little. Mark planted an even firmer smack on her butt.
"I'm glad to hear it, Faith. This is something else that I am going to use, both as a tool to train you, and as something that is fun for me. I don't expect it to be particularly painful to you, since you have probably fallen on your butt many times in your job as a runner, but I do expect this to be humiliating for you. Every time you walk past me, you can expect me to slap your butt. I might not even slap it. I might just rub it. Regardless of what I choose to do, I expect you to not react at all. I don't want to see even the slightest flinch from you. I want you to just keep walking as if nothing happened. In fact, I am going to test you right now. I am going to give you an extending spanking with my hand, and we are going to have a conversation while I am spanking you. I expect you to carry on a conversation with me, and you are to act as if you are completely oblivious to the fact that you are naked and that I am spanking you."
Mark sat down on a chair in the office and pulled Faith by the wrist over his lap. He immediately began to spank her. The slaps came at a consistent pace. They weren't extremely hard, but they were firm. Mark asked Faith to describe a typical day on the job for her. The spanking soon started to be quite painful, and it was reflected in Faith's voice. As she began to describe to Mark how she calculates angles to kick off walls, she found herself able to focus solely on what she was saying, and not on the spanking. Soon, she was able to talk in a clear voice that betrayed no sign that anything was wrong. After about 5 minutes of continuous spanking, Mark was satisfied with Faith's performance and let her up.
"Good job, Faith. Now get on that couch and start masturbating."
