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Time meant nothing for Stella, or now as she was known, #3571. The darkness kept her wondering where she was, and the muffled sounds of similarly kept individuals could be heard in the distance.

For some time, she couldn’t help but think that she’d made a mistake. What kind of weird place was this, why was she being kept like this. Suddenly her naive yet horny mindset was getting her into quite the predicament.

She’d expected to be in a classroom, or with an instructor watching videos, or maybe seeing demonstrations. Not being stripped down and bound in a cage.

After what felt like eternity, she finally heard footsteps and grew with excitement. To her dismay however, she could immediately tell another cage door had been opened, and she would just continue to wait in storage like nothing more than an object.

Finally, a couple hours later, the footsteps returned and her door opened. She was sore from the uncomfortable position but tried her best to appear as enticing as possible to whoever was now seeing her completely exposed.

Her hands were unclipped from the top and she was slowly led out of the cage, arms still bound and knees sore on the cold concrete floor. She was pulled to her feet and led down a hall still blinded by the hood until finally, she heard a door close behind her.

“#3571,” an unfamiliar male voice spoke up, “you’ve been approved for immediate training and scheduled delivery. The details are not of your concern, but you will cooperate fully.”

Stella was confused at all the different terms and orders, but clearly didn’t have many alternative options in the presence of this stranger. Even if she wanted to leave, her arms were bound, she was blindfolded, and almost every door in the building seemed to be locked.

The man reached down and undid the zip tie around her arms. Slowly leading her into a new predicament. She was placed on all fours onto a table and each limb was secured, leaving her exposed and restrained yet again.

Suddenly, she heard the door open and another pair of footsteps entered.

“What do we have here?” a female voice chimed in.

“This is #3571, never been penetrated, only clitoral stimulation.” The man described her sexual history in one short sentence, like it was nothing.

“Well I certainly saw the file,” the woman responded, “but I didn’t believe it until now. Go ahead and remove the hood, I’d like to see what I’m working with here.”

The man slowly untied and removed the hood over Stella’s head. She quickly blinked trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden change in light after being hooded for the last 2-3 hours.

She could see the two figures standing there taking her in. The man was probably about 6 feet tall and well built, in his 30’s with a tattoo sleeve and smooth tan skin. The woman was probably in her mid 40’s and quite fit, with heels and quite a nice figure. Both were wearing leather gear which appeared quite sexual and kinky, despite nothing being too exposed.

“Welcome #3571 to Conditioning A,” the woman spoke up, “I’m Miss Caroline and this is Sir Jackson. You will address us with respect, is that understood?”

“Yes Miss Caroline,” Stella replied, feeling silly but finally that she might be getting somewhere.

“Good,” Caroline replied in satisfaction. “I’m here to begin your conditioning. Since you’ve already been pre-assigned a destination, we’ll be deviating from our normal training. Some items will be left out, and some will be increased. You will cooperate fully, understood?”

“Yes Miss Caroline,” Stella replied again in confusion. Surely they could see the precum building on her pussy lips as they walked around her looking closely.

“Sir Jackson,” Caroline called out, “you may begin.”

Without hesitation, Jackson grabbed something from a drawer and walked over to Stella. She couldn’t move or see what was coming from behind. He pulled her hair back and began sliding a strap around her head, positioning a ring gag into her mouth.

Stella waited there, bound in place, with her jaw stretched wide open, wondering what was about to happen, when Jackson finally clued her in.

“#3571, your first stage of conditioning will be oral. If you pass each level, you will advance, if you fail, you will be punished.”

Before Stella could even try to respond, Jackson presented a dildo in front of her eyes and Stella began to tense up in fear. She’d never seen one before, so even though it probably was fairly average, it seemed huge to her.

Stella braced herself as Jackson placed the tip of the dildo into her mouth and slowly began sliding it around. Stella felt humiliated and horny all at once. She couldn’t tell if she wanted more or wanted out.

Jackson began pumping the dildo deeper and deeper until Stella let out a gag.

“Whack!” A paddle came down on Stella’s ass from Miss Caroline, who she’d completely forgotten about.

Jackson pulled out the dildo, letting Stella catch her breath from both the gagging and now the pain on her ass.

“Do you understand now #3571?” Jackson spoke softly into her face.

Stella nodded as her eyes watered and she realized this activity was likely far from over.

The actions continued as Jackson would work the dildo into her throat and Caroline would hit her ass every time she gagged or resisted. It was a vicious cycle, but Stella was slowly learning.

After what must have been an hour, finally Stella was taking the dildo for minutes on end without gagging and somehow felt like she was ready for more, despite the pain at both ends.

Jackson withdrew the dildo and smiled as strings of thick saliva ran down Stella’s chin. He wiped the wet dildo over her back, shocking her from the wet feeling and somehow degrading her even more using her like a rag.

She could hear the two messing around in drawers behind her, but wasn’t sure what was happening next. Hopefully, she’d passed the first level, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for the second one.

Miss Caroline appeared in front of her, holding a slightly large dildo this time. She looked down at Stella and smiled as Jackson prepared for paddle duty this time.

“Good job #3571, I have no doubt you’ll be progressing through this training quickly. Now, for level 2.”

Miss Caroline reached down and secured the larger dildo to her waistband and Stella realized what was happening, it was a strap on dildo and she was about to taste it.

Somehow this felt even more degrading to her. She’d never even imagined a woman in a sexual way, it was against everything she was brought up believing and yet here she was about to have a woman use her mouth with a strap on.

Miss Caroline slowly inserted it and began stretching out Stella’s throat with the new dildo. Just like before, every gag, cough, or resistance was met with a firm and abrupt hit to her ass. She’d never been so sore down there and couldn’t even imagine what it must look like.

Stella pushed through the tears and Miss Caroline roughly worked the dildo in and out of her throat for some time.

Finally, it slowed to a stop in what seemed like a positive way, and Miss Caroline withdrew the dildo so Stella could breathe.

“Sir Jackson,” she said, “I believe you’re good to proceed here.”

Stella was blinking and trying to regain her vision from her watery eyes when she saw him appear in front of her. She waited patiently as they switched places, wondering what was next.

Without pause, Sir Jackson began unbuttoning a flap on his pants and pulled it down, exposing his cock.

Stella couldn’t believe it, the first cock she’d ever seen in person. It was magnificent. The large member was quickly growing to its full 7 inches and had a small kept fuzz of hair at the base.

She was so distracted trying to take in the visual of it all, she failed to realize what was about to happen. Before she could even think, Sir Jackson plunged his rock hard cock down her throat and began working it in and out.

Stella was gasping for air and desperately trying to choke it down. Every time she gagged, Miss Caroline would swat her ass again, which somehow made Sir Jackson even harder.

The two continued this way for what felt like forever, Stella had no clue what to expect but it certainly wasn’t this. She was in so much pain but at the same time wished someone would rub her pussy for her.

Finally after quite some time, Sir Jackson withdrew from her throat and let Stella gasp for air and catch her breath. He grabbed a cup to the side and ejaculated into it, filling the cup quite a bit before placing it back down on the shelf.

“#3571 has provided satisfactory performance today,” Miss Caroline spoke up, “She’ll be transferred to Cell #7 for the night.”

The gag was slowly removed and Stella was unhooked from the table, climbing off and trying to slowly massage feeling back into her limbs.

The hood was placed back over her head and she was lead down a hall and into Cell #7. Her cell was not glamorous by any means. It was concrete on all four sides and barely measured 5x5x5. The cell left insufficient room to stand, stretch, or do much at all.

As her hood was removed, Stella looked around quickly trying to understand her surroundings. In the corner was a metal bucket and next to it a small metal dog bowl. Along the concrete walls were several hooks, clearly designed for a more uncomfortable sleeping position if needed.

The door slowly closed behind her as she turned to see Sir Jackson standing above her. “Welcome to your cell #3571. This is your new home unless assigned otherwise, you will eat, sleep, and relieve yourself here. The bucket is your toilet, and breakfast will be served in the morning.”

Stella was confused as she heard these words. This wasn’t the stay she pictured based on everything she’d imagined, but she clearly had no choice but to make due.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he chimed back in, “don’t ever think about touching yourself, that is strictly forbidden.” With that, Sir Jackson winked at Stella and walked off into the darkness.

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TO BE CONTINUED...