Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Training Regime Continues:
I would spend the next three months in more intensive physical and mental training. I was also allowed more time in tactical observing on going operations, especially at the Warp Dogs Club. The Directorate was collating information on possible blackmail and bribery prospects.
I thought a few additional 769 models might have sped up that operation no end. It was obvious that the resources didn't exist though. I just hadn't seen it before but corruption ran deep in the Republic. It was something that was hard to ignore when it is in your face daily. I kept that observation to myself as in trust no one with what I thought.
In addition in those months I had to screw my way through 11 other Borg in that time. That was compulsory and there were no out clauses. Each one had a different social - sexual programme. It was no use though, I missed my Master. It did not help that each of those Borg had smaller dicks. I wondered if that was deliberate. I knew they liked to play with our heads at the directorate. They were experts at messing with heads.
As for the females that I had to play along with, well that was even more of a torment as I wanted my Masters cock. At the very last week of those three months I rebelled when I was presented with a female dominatrix model. It produced a violent and very rebellious reaction from me.
When I stole a weapon from the armoury and threatened to vaporize the Borg model the security apparatus went off. I found out I was being played with. The Major informed me that it was a psyche analysis test. My psyche tests had revealed a strong revulsion to female dominatrix types. The analysis indicated that I might react the way I did. They were messing with my head and I had walked into the trap.
I was then informed that my loss of discipline was something that needed to be punished. Breaking into the armoury and stealing a deadly weapon could not be tolerated. I was to report to educator Keth for immediate punishment.
I could not hide my delight and I ran almost the whole way to his quarters. I was like a lovesick teenage girl and I was in heat. If I had known that my indiscipline would produce such a reward I would have done it sooner. I could not hide my impatience at his door.
I entered when the door finally opened I spoke rapidly my heart thumping in my chest "Master I have been a very bad slut. I have been instructed to report for punishment."
Keth interrogated me as to what I had done and then he growled "Then for such behaviour we must punish you even more severely than in the past."
I was led into a room as he attached a lead to my collar, a room that I had never been allowed to enter before. My heart beat even faster when I saw that it was a dungeon. My excitement grew. My pussy was dripping wet, so wet that my juices were soaking through my fatigues.
Keth had my hands cuffed and chained and my arms were raised above my head from chains suspended from the ceiling. I was much stretched as my toes barely touched the floor. He then parted my legs and my ankles were manacled to the floor. I was now suspended from the chains. My legs and feet unable to take any of my weight.
He tore and ripped my fatigues from top. Then he tore and ripped the fatigues from lower half. God I loved his strength and his power and the menace he displayed in shredding my fatigues.
He growled "Oh dear this is very bad. A dripping wet pussy. Can't you control yourself slut?"
He walked behind me and growled in my ear "It seems I will have to teach you the meaning of self discipline and my past experience suggests that you my errant pet only learn after the application of pain!"
He stepped back but I could not see what he was doing. I heard it though as the first crack of a whip reverberated in the dungeon and then the lash connecting and the pain searing through my body as it bit into my back. Fuck it hurt. Keth never held back or perhaps he was so controlled. I do not know.
After 5 lashes on my back each stroke more painful than the last I was begging for mercy and for his forgiveness.
He snarled "It is not your place to decide the amount of punishment or the degree of it slut."
He had me simpering apologies. I was also sobbing uncontrollably. In part from the pain and in part from my own happiness. I was with my Master and I didn't care.
The lash of the whip then bit into my ass. Five times, the lash caressing my anal crack more than once and my pussy more than once. I thought I was going to faint and I had to grit my teeth. My head sagged and I could not hold myself together.
He put a bit gag in my mouth and growled "Bite down on that. We are only just beginning slut."
I don't know what he did but he applied some sort of salve to me and then the pain subsided and pleasure took over. I knew it would be short lived though. I gave him a worried look.
He injected me with something, an obvious drug. I don't know what. I felt my pussy dripping and my whole body tingling. Then he applied the lash on my tits. I lost focus as my sight blurred with the tears. The pain was excruciating. I lost control of my bladder and I pissed all over the dungeon floor.
He snarled "Tut! Tut slut! That will never do. You are not a little girl anymore; you are a grown woman and an Agent of the Republic. You really must learn better self control than that. Master will have to teach you."
Several more pain searing cracks of the whip followed. I was sure I lost consciousness and had to be brought round.
He snarled at me again "We can't have you falling asleep when we are trying to teach you something now! Can we?"
He injected me with something else unknown to me and he laughed "Just a little something to keep you awake for what is coming my pretty."
When he applied clamps to my nipple rings and my clitoral ring and then attached the clamps to electrical wiring, I grew scared as if I wasn't frightened enough already.
He laughed "Do you trust your Master my pet?"
Remembering my father's words I shook my head and sobbed a mumble through the gag "I don't trust anybody."
He laughed "Oh then your Master will have to teach you the meaning of trust as well."
He stepped back from me and grinned and I could swear that I heard the mocking laughter in my head again. Keth hit a switch and searing pain swept through me from the electric shocks. I lost any and all control of my body. The torture followed by the pleasure of whatever else he was doing to me was too much. I lost count of the number of times I came.
When he finally disconnected me from the clamps. Relief swept through me. Relief that I was alive for more than once I felt that I would die there chained. My body ached all over.
It was also a relief to be eventually free of the bit gag and as he removed it he spoke almost gently to me "I think you are just beginning to understand the need for self discipline my pet. You are indeed a remarkable find. Not many would have withstood what the Master needed to do.
I hope that you will not force Master to this again or worse my pet. Master wishes only to give you pleasure."
With that he removed his clothes and still chained suspended from the ceiling he fucked me first in the ass and then my pussy. He didn't hold anything back on me either. I knew what his staying power was like. When he finally let me down and though I was exhausted I had to service my Master with my mouth and my throat.
Afterwards he applied to my skin so very gently the salves and the curatives it was almost a different Master. My skin was marked with the welts left by the whip and whatever else he had used to punish me. For the first time he washed me in his shower. That was almost as painful as the punishment he had used against me when the water washed over the welts.
For the first time also I was allowed to stay with him in his bed for something other than sex. I think that was the happiest I had ever been in my life.
I snuggled up to my strong Master and sighed deeply "Master!"
He asked "What is it my pet?"
I was incredibly content and I sighed deeply again "Master I! I love you with all my heart!"
He kissed me deeply "Master loves you with all of his. So very few have what it takes to be a whore of the 51st Krieg Division. You are one of a very select club. Master is very happy to have found you."
For the first time in months I did not weep myself to sleep.
In the morning I returned to my duties and every night the last week I had Master to serve. His lovemaking was almost gentle. The last night before my next leave was due I tested the waters to see how long his cock would stay hard and how many times I could make him cum.
My mouth, throat, ass and pussy were raw the next morning. After 10 hours of solid fucking and ten loads of cum in various holes. He was still hard.
He laughed "That was a truly remarkable displaying of your sexual stamina my pet. But you must earn to know your limits.
The Krieg 51st will not forgive easily if you fuck yourself to death. But Master has a little reward for you before you go on leave."
He led me to his dungeon where he tied me down ass up on a restraining bench and had me wear a bite gag. That morning he branded me twice. After the pain that I had previously experienced this was nothing though I noticed the smell of my flesh burning under the heat of the brands. The pain which seared through me was short lived as the wave of pleasure that cascaded through me in the wake of the branding was almost orgasmic.
The deep brands would be real to any eyes that saw them. The first brand burned on my shoulder a"K51S". The second brand was burned on my right buttock a "KM" circled by 4 stars. I wonder what the second one meant but the fact that my Master had branded me made me deliriously happy.
I threw my arms around him and sobbed "Oh Master I love you."
