As I was marched back to my captivity, my mind was focused on Chris. I had always felt very protective of her. In one sense, it was humiliating that I had been put in the position of having to take away her virginity. On one level, I tried to rationalize what I had done by convincing myself that it was what she had wanted. And if I had refused, she would have been raped by someone who did not care for her as I did.
But I also discovered something else was happening. I was developing genuine feelings for her. I began to see her not as just a colleague or as a younger associate that I was mentoring. I began to have feelings for her as a woman. I have heard that sex can change the nature of a relationship. This was living proof that that was true. I knew those feelings were inappropriate. I was twenty years older, for God's sake. Our missionary organization strongly frowned on any kind of sexual relationship between associates. And since she was new here, I was supposed to be mentoring her But I could not help how I felt.
As I was ushered into my former room, I saw Natasha had changed outfits. Now she was dressed as a nurse. Her breasts appeared to be ready to break out of the low-cut, tight-fitting white top. Her white miniskirt barely covered her thighs. The guards marched me to the back of the room, which contained a sort of medical area. Roughly, they pushed me down onto the examining table. One guard held me down.
Natasha announced, "Since you have spent time with that slut, we are going to need to clean out your system." The other guard wheeled over a device that had a large bag of liquid attached to a pole with a hook. From the bag extended a long hose with a narrow nozzle on the end. I knew what was going to happen and just tried to prepare myself. I groaned as Natasha pushed her finger into my anal opening Then, I felt her insert the nozzle. I gasped as I felt the sensation of the liquid flowing into me. When I had taken the entire bag, the guards pulled me up and led me over to a toilet where they roughly pushed me down onto the seat Natasha and the guards then stood over me, watching and making small talk as my system was cleaned.
My humiliation was just beginning. Natasha ordered me to get on the floor on my hands and knees. As I did so, she attached a collar around my neck which had a leash attached to it. She made a point of bending down and showing me an anal plug that had a tail flapping from the end. She calmly walked around behind me and, while the guards held me in place, roughly screwed the plug into me.
Coming back around to face me, she picked up the leash. "You are now my pet," she announced. "And I am going to teach you some tricks." Picking up a large dildo, she showed it to me. Then, tossing it across the room, she commanded, "Fetch--on your hands and knees." I dutifully lumbered over and retrieved the item. Taking it in my mouth, I carried it back and dropped it at her feet." Picking it up, she pushed it into my mouth and commanded, "Suck it." My spirit now broken, I did as I was told.
