No Escape. ( closed)

[cgraven]

He'd taken her virginity and never even told her his name, the thought made her angry and her eyes narrowed just slightly.

Ja Dur could almost read her mind as those firry golden eyes flicked with green watched him every nerve in her stunning body taunt, ready to spring if given the opportunity. Again the image of the wild, deadly and graceful Bois Cat came to his mind as he watched her cunning eyes. This little beauty was no stranger to fighting everything about her stance the way she moved told him so. Jenna had not played the fool, had not lounged at him in wild uncontrolled passion for revenge, but waited watched and looked for her opportunity, an opening where she could use her speed and agility against his more powerful build and longer reach.

Ja Dur doubted if Jenna O'Reily had ever seen rapture from Na Dac Tar before. Slowly almost cumbersomely he slowly began to circle her, he made slow almost awkward sweeps at her with the blade of his knife, testing her speed and reflexes. Several times he appeared to just slip away staggering back from Jenna’s attack as she darted like lighting in under his reach and then back out again in a seemingly fluid motion, to await her next chance to strike. The deadly dance continued and he never for a moment under estimated her, but slowly, steadily Ja Dur wore the young humane female down. Once the tip of her knife drew blood on his outer thigh, and hissed threateningly his tongue flickering madly in the air.

When Ja Dur struck it was with the speed of lightening, penning his lighter opponent to the ground, the wrist that held her knife firmly in his grasp as he cruel twisted from Jenna’s hand to clatter to the floor. He was behind her and his clawed fingers where entangled in her firry red hair he snapped her neck back the point of his blade as her long slender throat.

“I am Ja Dur Apre your Lord & Master Jenna O'Reily, and you are my pleasure slave.”

Hi tongue flicked at her earlobe, and danced across the silken skin of her neck.

“If you ever try and harm me I will punish you till you wish you where dead.”

He paused as his tongue licked at her cheek.

“And if you should succeed then you will become the prison whore and ther are 10000 inmates and guards that would be more than happy to sample your charms Jenna.”

Ja Dur then twisted her face to him as he brutally kissed her his tongue raping her mouth.

“Do you understand Slut?”

 

[caela]

He was behind her and his clawed fingers where entangled in her firry red hair he snapped her neck back the point of his blade as her long slender throat. “I am Ja Dur Apre your Lord & Master Jenna O'Reily, and you are my pleasure slave.”

Jenna hissed softly but she didn't move with his knife at her throat. She'd known the cumbersome movements were a ruse but she'd had no way to gauge his actual speed until it was too late. If he'd asked she'd have had to admit a grudging respect for how well his ruse had worked to best her.

Ja Dur then twisted her face to him as he brutally kissed her his tongue raping her mouth. “Do you understand Slut?”

She groaned softly having no choice but to yeild to the savagry of his kiss. When at last he withdrew from her mouth she nodded her head and much as she could with his grip still tangled in her hair. "Yes my Lord I understand." Her voice was breathless from her exertions and her golden eyes held his. For the first time there was no trace of fear in those amber depths, not because she didn't still fear him but because too much had happened in too short a time.

Her fear had become so visceral, so all encompassing since she'd picked that Military guy's pocket that it no longer had the ability to control her anymore. It had simply become as much a part of her as her strange eye color.

Deciding to try and get the morning onto a better track she drew a deep breath before murmuring, "I apologize for attacking you my Lord, I was caught in a nightmare and you startled me, my initial reactions were instinct not rational."

 

[cgraven]

"Yes my Lord I understand. I apologize for attacking you my Lord, I was caught in a nightmare and you startled me, my initial reactions were instinct not rational."

Ja Dur was pleased that no fear showed in the cool amber depth of the girl’s eyes. He had no wish to break that spirit he had seen as they fought. Rather he looked forward to bending it and shaping it to his desires. Cowed she would be just a pleasant little toy, but with her spirit intact, her struggles as he trained her pushing her limits ever further would be exciting, to see the depths of the pleasure her body could give him, and her tolerance for pain was enticing. Form what her filed had revealed, and her total lack of sexual experience, Ja Dur was quite sure that the firry little redhead, Jenna O'Reily, would have come to the erroneous conclusion that a pleasure salve only gave her body to be used for his pleasure in the sexual act. She would soon enough find out differently.

“Very well slut!”

He relaxed his grip on her hair only slightly and his tongue lewdly flickered of her face to work slowly down to her breasts, he teased the alluring young beauty’s dark dusky rose areola around nipples.

“Jenna I think we should find you some thing to wear.”

Ja Dur released his grip on her hair and the stood to again tower over Jenna as she, half laid on the metal decking. He sauntered over to the crate that had arrived on her prison shuttle. He knife still lay within three feet of her hand if she chose wisdom then he would be gentle with her today if not she would suffer.

JA drew out a pair of high thigh black leather boots with six inch spike heels, a black leather corset that would leave the girl’s nipples bare, and a pair of golden clamps attached by a golden chain. When he saw a look of confusion in her amber eyes he simply said.

“These attach to your nipples.”

Then he sat on the bed waiting for his little slave to dress.

 

[caela]

“Jenna I think we should find you some thing to wear.”

His words drew her back from the haze that had started to fod her brain once more while his tongue had been teasing the areola around her nipples. Drawing a raggid breath she simply nodded her agreement of his words. Clothing would be welcome.

She watched him move to the crates and glanced at the knife so close to her but she didn't reach for it. She'd seen how quick and cunning he was already this morning and there was no doubt in her mind that he deliberatly left the knife there as some sort of test.

She took the boots as he handed them to her and eyed them skeptically. She was used to shoes that offered comfort and ease of movement and had never worn heels in her life, and certainly nothing like these six inch spikes. The rest of what he handed her was no better and she suddenly began to think that being naked was preferable to his idea of clothing. Eyeing the clamps she was skeptical about how they were to go on her nipples, they'd wait though.

She felt his eyes on her and knew she wasn't going to be able to avoid dressing so she drew a deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed to pull the boots on. Smoothing the leather up her thighs she tried to stand and promptly fell right back onto the bed. She couldn't help but laugh at herself and shrug slightly at the startled look on Ja Dur's face. That's what he got for trying to make a girl who never wore heels wear six inch ones on her first time out.

Pushing up again she teetered a bit but didn't fall flat on her ass this time and so she took a couple tentative steps. She tossed a look at Ja Dur that asked if he really expected her to wear these torture devices and could see that he did. Fighting the urge to grumble to took a few more steps to find her balance before stepping away from the bed. It took a couple laps around the bedroom but at last she had her balance and knew she wouldn't make too much of a fool of herself so long as she watched where she stepped.

Moving back to the bed she fumbled a bit with the corset but finally figured out the best way toreach to lace it up properly. She couldn't help but blush as it pushed her breasts up and together putting them on display while revealing nipples that had tightened despite her humiliation in the outfit.

At last it was time for the clamps and she looked from them to her nipple. She wasn't entirely certain how they worked. The teeth looked wicked and she knew they'd bite deep into her flesh. The idea was fairly basic but there were details she wasn't sure of...how much flesh went into them, should they actually be placed on her nipples or just below? Finally at a loss she offered the clamps to Ja Dur and asked softly, "I understand the concept my Lord but am unsure how exactly to place them, would you show me?"

 

[cgraven]

Ja Dur could not help but admirer the Military Governor that had not only condemned Jenna O'Reily to Quel Espoir Sans prison colony, but had sentenced her to be a pleasure slave to an alien race, had chosen her attire with her humiliation and torment in mind. This was the attire for a fifth level or higher Pain Slut and a clear indication in what direction her training was to take. The man obviously wanted the firry little redhead broken into a life, that once she entered it, she could never escape it. All this for a minor offence, for picking a pocket, which should have gotten the young virgin no more than six months in a minimal security prison on her own home world. Whoever she had offended was powerful, an individual that should not be crossed, and Ja Dur Apre was wise enough to recognize this fact.

She felt his eyes on her and knew she wasn't going to be able to avoid dressing so she drew a deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed to pull the boots on. Smoothing the leather up her thighs she tried to stand and promptly fell right back onto the bed. She couldn't help but laugh at herself and shrug slightly at the startled look on Ja Dur's face.

Jena was truly innocent he concluded as she sat ther laughing at her own awkwardness in the high heels, the little embarrassed blush that kissed her cheeks, and the little girl shrug as if to say what did you expect.. Yet as she stood tittering taking her first faltering steps he could not help but admired the way the black leather boots clung like a second skin to her long sculptured legs, and accentuating the turn of her calves. The way the black leather was in stark contrast to her soft warm golden skin as she walked naked with the exception of them and he could feel his own passions rising again.

Their was something highly erotic the way Jenna dressed herself, and the way her delicate hands smoothed the leather over the soft sensual curves of her body. The way she fumbled a bit with the corset, and the blush she couldn't help, as it pushed her breasts up and together putting them on display, while still revealing her nipples ,which had tightened despite her humiliation at having to wear such an outfit. Finally all that remained where the nipple clams and their delicate golden chain.

"I understand the concept my Lord but am unsure how exactly to place them, would you show me?"

Ja Dur merely held out his hand for Jenna to drop the clamps into. Her nipples where already twin hard points capping her dusky rose areolas, his tongue flicked across the tip of her right nipple for the sheer pleasure of its taste. Then the clamp bit into Jenna’s tender nipple at its base, just above the areola. The young girl threw back her head whimpering in pain, her breathing rapid and ragged. Once her breathing became a steady panting, Jenna's pain easing, the other clamp bite into her left nipple. Ja Dur wiped the tear that trickled down her cheek away with his thumb. The golden chain that connected the clamps swung seductively with each tortured breath.

“Bind your hair into a tight single braid. It is not fitting for you to wear your hair down except in privacy with your master Jenna.”

When she had finished he smiled in appreciation of the sultry, sensual picture she presented, her ample charms displayed so to entice the viewer to lust for her. The outfit left her nipples and firry downy fleeced pussy exposed to all the world. Ja Dur took the last remaining article from the crate, and buckled the black, studded collar over Jenna O'Reily’s training collar.

Taking the lead he led her like a pet, from his private chamber on his morning rounds of the prison, instructing her to kneel at his feet, eyes lowered demurely, every time he stopped to talk to the guards. At noon Jenna was led into a conference room that was stark and utilitarian, His senior staff setting around the table.

 

[caela]

“Bind your hair into a tight single braid. It is not fitting for you to wear your hair down except in privacy with your master Jenna.”

Drawing a deep breath Jenna nodded her head and tried to push away the pain that sung through her breasts. She was hyperaware of her nipples with the clamps biting into her flesh and the gentle sway of the chain between them. Reaching up she deftly twisted her hair into a french braid that fell to the center of her back in a fiery rope.

"Do you mind my asking why it's not fitting for me to leave my hair down my Lord?" she asked as he buckled the studded collar over her training collar. She wrinkled her nose slightly as it forced her to keep her head up higher than she would have otherwise.

***

The day was one of slow tortures for Jenna. She would have sworn that her skin was permanently stained red from both anger and humiliation. She follow Ja Dur through the prison on his rounds and while the gaurds were circumspect enough not to say anything about or to her the prisoners weren't and catcalls, whistles, and lewd comments followed her down the halls. She could feel rgae and tension building in her and if Ja Dur hadn't had ahold of the lead attached to her collar more than one prisoner would probably have been sent to the infirmary that day.

The staff meeting was the worst though. None of the men said anything to her while she knelt at Ja Dur's side but she could feel their eyes roaming over her and while the prisoners were quickly left behind the staff wasn't. It seemed to last for hours until she was sure she would scream and her body was tight with tension at his side.

 

[cgraven]

Jenna had colored crimson with each cat call from the prisoners. He could feel the neural transmitters sing with the firry redhead’s anger and humiliation, yet when his guard ogled her she was more docile in her response. A response that Ja Dur noted if ever he had to discipline her. Her follow inmates might prove to provide and interesting method of doing so. He had prolonged the staff meeting longer than necessary, and his senior officers where getting bored, yet Jenna remained kneeling with her eyes demurely lowered as she had been ordered.

“Gentlemen I thank you for your patience.”


Turning to his little sex slave he smiled.

“Slut stand, crawl up on the table.”

The officers began to gather their com pads and where preparing to depart as Jenna crawled on to the table.

“Gentlemen what’s your hurry I wish you to introduce you to prisoner 16-270-71396HF, Jenna O'Reily human female from Earth, Pleasure slave.”


At Ja Dur’s mention of Pleasure Slave the officers settled down to take a closer look at the young human female.

“Slut turn in a circle so my officers can have a better look at you.”

Again the neural transmitters of Jenna’s training collar sung as Ja Dur watched for any signs of résistance.

“Now drop to your hands and knees so they may get a better view.”

Again he paused waiting to see what Jenna would o.

 

[caela]

“Slut stand, crawl up on the table.”

Jenna barely resisted the urge to growl and did as she was ordered but her entire body screamed it's defiance in the tight way she moved. Her skin was blushing furiously in intense humiliation and anger as Ja Dur spoke to his staff about her. How she wished she could slip a dagger into the bastard's heart!

Her body nearly shook with the anger that filled her an yet she obeyed his commands, turning so that the Senior staff could look over her fully. She'd never felt so much frustrated anger pooling inside of her chest before, it made it hard to breathe and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes that she refused to shed. If she could manage it she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

“Now drop to your hands and knees so they may get a better view.”

His voice cut through the angry haze filling her mind and only made it worse. A red fog seemed to slip down over her vision and she paused in her turning, her fingers curling into fists. Just how much humiliation did he think she could stand before she snapped?! Wanting to do nothing more than scream or break something - preferably humanoid flesh of some sort - she still managed to draw a breath and sink to her hands and knees. Her body she held stiff and tight as if every cell of her being had simply locked itself into a rigid stance.

 

[cgraven]

Every fiber of Jenna’s being screamed with he desire to rebel, to strike out to cause pain to anything anyone she could get her hands on a Ja Dur knew it, He did not need the feed back from her training collar to tell him so, he actions, her stance when they had fought that morning had told him so. She was proud, a capable street fighter, he knew that much, for she had been a virgin upon her arrival at Quel Espoir Sans. Yet her wisdom prevailed over her fierce spirit as she did as ordered.

Jenna nearly broke, her fist knotted in tight balls at her sides, her knuckles white. When Ja Dur ordered Jenna to her hands and knees. The neural sensors showed him the proud redhead was tittering on the brink of violently rebelling. Her breasts rose as she took a steadying breath, every muscle of her young body tensed, as Jenna compiled.

Ja Dur bounded to the table behind Jenna in a single bound, as he dropped to his knees behind her forcing Jenna’s knees apart, and one hand grabbing the long firry rope of her French braid that hung down to the middle of her back. Ja Dur snapped her head back so she would be forced to look into the eyes of the officer directly in front of her. His other hand loosened the fly of his trousers, and in one swift thrust Jenna was impale by him right to the hilt. The aphrodisiac gel that coated his cock, taking effect almost immediately. He began to work in and out of the hapless young woman gauging her response her anger and hatred boiling within her only worked to make Ja Dur’s gel more effective. Each powerful thrust pushed Jenna’s forward on to her hands and arms. Her breast trying to spring from the tight confines of her black leather corset. Ja Dur could feel the hot, moist flow of her slowly building arousal, coat him.

 

[caela]

Jenna couldn't help the low growl that filled her throat when he bounded up behind her and snapped her head back by her braid. He couldn't seriously mean to take her before all these men! His grip was too tight for her to struggle and her eyes were so savage and filled with fury that the man before her looked away and pushed his chair back despite the fact that she couldn't move.

She felt Ja Dur plunge into her and cried out sharply, the sound one of pain, anger, frustration and the desire that the gel coating his cock sparked inside of her. She didn't want to respond to him, she wanted to fight, to throw him off and claw at his eyes! That wasn't an option though and she knew it. As he continued to drive into her body the aphrodisiac gel slid along her inner walls demanding her body respond and pleasure began to hum through her blood.

She didn't know how long it was but finally her anger leaked from her and she gave herself up to the pleasure coursing through her blood. She nearly forgot the other men in the room as she began to writhe under Ja Dur, her body meeting his thrusts and clenching around his cock as she began to tremble in the first throes of release.

 

[cgraven]

That growl of pure furry like a cornered jungle cat ripped through the conference room from Jenna, giving the only voice she could to the indignity of being taken in front of a room of strangers as if se was a common whore brought here for their amusement. Though impaled as she was and controlled by her own firry braid there was little Jenna could to resist. Slowly but steadily her ferial growled turned to whimpering anguish, then a harsh gasp, of humiliation as she desperately fought her rising passions, till finally she sighed with pleasure, and then screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her.

Ja Dur was the master of his own body and unlike human males he could cum when he desired or withhold his climax till it pleased him. Gauging Jenna’s passion he quickly wrung another violent orgasm from her young inexperienced body, before the wave of the first had subsided. The Raptures clawed hands slide to the girl’s trim waist and he leaned back drawing her with him until his body was arched back and Jenna was astride his thighs and legs her body conforming to his position. Jenna was upright now riding the waves of her passion, her supple young body clad in tight leather; her nipples taunt diamond hard peaks. Her golden inner thighs shimmering with her own sweet nectar, Jenna was lewdly displayed for their pleasure, and was totally exposed to the gathered officers’ view, as they watched Ja Dur’s cock working in and out of her.

Again and again Ja Dur wrung dark forbidden pleasure from his pleasure slave as she preformed for the first time in public. Until her scalding pleasure and Ja Dur was all that mattered. Her only release would come once her master climaxed within her. Until then Jenna would have to perform for the assembled officers. Ja Dur idly wondered when Jenna would realize this and then in earnest try to please him rather than just embrace her own pleasure.

 

[caela]

Ja Dur idly wondered when Jenna would realize this and then in earnest try to please him rather than just embrace her own pleasure.

It took awhile. Jenna was lost in the pleasure of her body and had stopped counting the orgasms he wrung from her before she realized he's yet to cum and began to wonder why. It finally dawned on her that he was using her to put on a show for his officers, changing her position to show off the little pet he'd aquired and she growled softly even while her inner walls clamped down tighter around him.

She was growing tired by the time she realized it and she let her head fall back to his shoulder while her hips rolled on his lap. Unable to reach him with her fingers she tipped her head and pressed small kisses against his neck and shoulder and she tightened her inner walls around him once more. The rhythem of her hips rolling against him slowed slightly, deliberatly drawing out the friction of her cunt around his cock while her breathing came in soft heaving gasps against his neck.

 

[cgraven]

She tipped her head and pressed small kisses against his neck and shoulder and she tightened her inner walls around him once more. The rhythm of her hips rolling against him slowed slightly, deliberately drawing out the friction of her cunt around his cock while her breathing came in soft heaving gasps against his neck.

Ja Dur was many things, but a fool was not one of them. He knew how Jenna O'Reily temper had flared at the humiliation of having to display herself to his staff officers, to drop to her hands and keens so they could better view her. Of being taken so publicly when less tan 24 hours a go she was a virgin, this being only the second time she had sex. How to have to deliberately use her body to please her cruel master instead of just surrendering to the pleasure he brought her. The warden knew even as she kissed him and used her body to seduce him to climax that from this moment on she could not go back, could not rationalize away what she had done.

When Ja Dur did at last climaxed he waited till Jenna once more was engulfed with the ecstasy of her own orgasm. His fingers catching at the chain of her nipple clams to quickly release them as his seed washed over her cervix filling her womb. He held her quivering body back against his chest, enfolded her in his arms, and his hands cupping her breasts shielding them from the leering eyes of his officers, granting her at least this one bit of modesty.

“Gentlemen you are dismissed..”

Jenna could see the lust in their eyes as they filed out, knowing each would pay a year’s pay to have her for and hour. He let her rest there till her ragged breathing calmed. Then slipping from her he held out his hands to her to help her off the table.

‘You did well Slut, I am pleased with you.”

Taking her lead he started to lead Jenna out and she stumbled to her knees do to her spiked heeled boots. He helped her to her to her feet the first bit of kindest that she had received since her arrival. The without a word, he led her to his privet chambers.

“You asked earlier why it's not fitting for you to leave your hair down?". The reason it is only for your masters pleasure Jenna and no others it is a symbol that if he grants permission you are free for that moment. If a pleasure slave ever appeared in public with her hair down then ever male that saw her could use her as he saw fit. Jenna.”

As Ja Dur stepped closer to remove her collar and lead he braced himself for her furry.

 

[caela]

He held her quivering body back against his chest, enfolded her in his arms, and his hands cupping her breasts shielding them from the leering eyes of his officers, granting her at least this one bit of modesty.

Part of her was grateful to him for covering her at least this much but most of Jenna was consumed in the pleasure and pain that filled her body. When it was over she slumped back against him until he withdrew from her and held his hands out to her. Slipping from the table she fell from her instability in the heels she wore as well as the weakness in her legs and smiled just a little when he helped her back to her feet.

She was silent as she followed him back to his chamber. “You asked earlier why it's not fitting for you to leave your hair down?". The reason it is only for your masters pleasure Jenna and no others it is a symbol that if he grants permission you are free for that moment. If a pleasure slave ever appeared in public with her hair down then ever male that saw her could use her as he saw fit. Jenna.”

His words startled her and her head snapped up to look him in the eyes to see if he was serious. It appeared he was and while she knew she should be angry she simply didn't have the energy for a good fit of temper just then. She tipped her head back slightly so he could remove the collar and lead and stretched her neck gently once it was off.

Turning her back on Ja Dur she simply walked across the room to lean against one of the walls and let the tears that had threatened her earlier slide silently down her cheek. Her life had been irrevocably changed all for picking the wrong damned pocket. And she was just starting to realize how much. Her head tipped against the wall as if seeking support from it.

 

[cgraven]

Sorrow , remorse, and love, these soft warm human emotions where alien to the Raptures, they where emotions of warm blooded creatures their subtitles inconsiderable to him. Anger, passion, and lust these emotions Ja Dur knew well their firry nature essential to the cold blooded species like his own. Yet still humans and Raptures shared one thing in common they where sensuous being capable of rational thought and the ability to learn by observation.

“Why do you cry Jenna, I sense no anger or hostility in you..”


Is serpentine tongue scenting the air to confirm what the neural transmitters of her scarlet training collar told him, he stood there his head cocked to one side trying to understand these strange neural feeds he was receive from his young Pleasure Slave.

“In the conference room I felt your anger , could taste your passion , and your body’s lust. So why do you cry? Your performance was magnificent and it pleased me.”


The silence that greeted Ja Dur only made him press her closer for an answer.

“All who saw you marveled at your abilities to please your master and would gladly have paid all they have for you to pleasure them as well.”

The soft hissing of his speech indicating he truly did not understand her reaction to what had just occurred to her. Ja Dur then changed the nature of his questions.”

“Would you like something to eat, some refreshments or a bath perhaps Jenna.”

Ja Dur knew for a Pleasure Slave to maintain top proficiency they must be tended to and kept fit and healthy, particularly when they where young and just starting their training. An overly cruel master could waist a valuable piece of property otherwise, and Jena O'Reily was indeed a very valuable and desirable property.

He took her by the shoulders and leaned her back against him then her led her to the bath. Ja Dur bath was not the slandered ion shower, but a large pool with hot steaming waters. It was one of the few pleasures he allowed himself, form his natural taxied, Spartan existence.

 

[caela]

Jenna heard him questioning her she simply didn't know how to answer. Would a Rapture understand how the death of all her youthful hopes and dreams tore at her hear? Could he comprehend the full realization of what it meant for her to go from being a free theif living her life her way, free to come and go as she pleased and as the days take allowed to being not just a prisoner but a slave on the harshest prison planet in the galaxy and have her every movement ruled at someone else's whim?

She could barely comprehend it so how could he possibly understand it.

She allowed him to lead her to the bath and stripped from what little clothing she wore. Sliding into the water her body was listless and still as she tried to come to grips with what had truly happened to her life. She just couldn't find the energy to work up a good temper and instead she just let her tears continue to roll down her cheeks. She didn't know if a Rapture could care enough to worry but still she murmured, "I'll be fine after a nights sleep."

 

[cgraven]

Her tears continue to roll down her cheeks.

"I'll be fine after a nights sleep."

Ja Dur just looked at Jenna as she slid listlessly into the warm water. Then he felt an emotion that he could relate to anguish and in an instant he knew what must cause it.

“Jenna” He softly hissed.

“For someone so young and with such a fierce fighting spirit this can not be the life that you envisioned. I do not know who your spirit and pride offended, but to be sent to Quel Espoir Sans for such a minor offence as your record indicates instead of six months in a minimal security prison on your home world……………”

Ja Dur paused as he studied the firry redhead so docile now.

“………………………… and sentenced to a virgin to be a pleasure slave. Who did you offend and why would he send you specifically to be assigned here under such a sentence.”

Ja Dur watched Jenna’s head snap up as she realized that it was not the warden standing in front of her that had condemned her to a life as a pleasure slave but the man who had here sentenced her did.

“I will let you bathe in peace now.”

Ja Dur turned to go leaving Jenna to ponder what he had told her.

“If you choose to tell me I shall be in my quarters I am quite sure you do not want my company to disturbed your bath.”

 

[caela]

“If you choose to tell me I shall be in my quarters I am quite sure you do not want my company to disturbed your bath.”

"No!" without thinking she turned in the bath and reached out to grip his hand. "Please, I don't want to be alone. It's just all too much to take in at once."

Her eyes looked up to him pleading with him to stay. As much as she wanted to detest him the simple fact was she didn't. It wasn't his fault she was here and she supposed he had been as kind as either of their positions - and species - allowed for. And she simply didn't want to be alone.

She waited until Ja Dur turned back to her before she released his hand and started speaking again. "He was a General of some sort I think. I wasn't exactly stopping to pass the time of day. The take was clean and I would have gotten away with it if a friend hadn't hollered for me just then. The General offered to not turn me in at all, but the price was higher than I was willing to pay. I still had my girlish notions of love and sex that day."

The last sentence was spoken quietly but was broken and her voice jaded and suddenly older carrying the sadness that her sudden loss of innocence filled her with.

 

[cgraven]

"No!" without thinking she turned in the bath and reached out to grip his hand. "Please, I don't want to be alone. It's just all too much to take in at once."

for the first tome since Jenna arrived she had dropped her guard and reached out to another living being, and in that unguarded moment she looked as young and vulnerable as she really was. Her eyes pleaded with him to stay, their amber depths shimmering with her tears. Thought Ja Dur did not understand tears he did understand the anguish that caused them. Slowly he turned and came to Jenna, her hand sliding from his as he did so.

Slowly he disrobed and slipped into the warm water beside her Jenna’s eyes had a far away look as if she where trying to see again the events of the day that had first set he food on the path that led her to Quel Espoir Sans. Her soft warm voice was barely a whisper as she recounted the story.

…………………………………….. General offered to not turn me in at all, but the price was higher than I was willing to pay. I still had my girlish notions of love and sex that day."

Her voice trailed off in a ragged whisper.

“General Mattock.”

The name of the officer that had signed the order to assign Jenna O’Reily as a pleasure slave to the warden of Quel Espoir Sans. There was nothing Ja Dur could ay to ease Jenna’s anguish he simply cupped her face and gently drew him to rest on his chest. All he could do is give her company so she would not have to be alone.

Ja was not sure how long he stayed there with his slave resting on his chest, but finally he drew her from the bathed and toweled her dry. He could not change her sentence, and he was quite sure that General Mattock would have let it be known that there now was a pleasure slave on Quel Espoir Sans and that the Federated Mining and Correctional Consortium would also be expecting a handsome profit from her presence there. All he could do was train Jenna to the best of his abilities and maintain his right to keep her as his personal concubine. Yet none of this would save her from her fate.

Jar Dur made sure that Jenna ate. He watched as she picked at her food and when at last she finished her meal, the first since she arrived he turned to her.

“Jenna ………………”

He told her what she had to know and then waited for her reaction.

 

[caela]

Jenna was grateful for Ja Dur's staying with her and when he slipped into the tub with her and just let her rest against him she began to relax. Everything was so confusing to her right now and his presence was some small comfort. She was lost in her own thoughts when he drew her from the tub and toweled her dry.

Settling back into his chambers she picked at her food without really seeing it though some of it did make it down her throat under his watchful eyes. It tasted like sawdust in her mouth and she didn't eat much. Most of the food was still on the plate when she finally pushed it away.

“Jenna ………………”

She listened as he explained to her about General Mattock and the fact that he'd sentenced her to be a Pleasure Slave here and that he likely expected the company to profit from it. She still didn't entirely know what this all meant and finally she screwed up the courage to ask, "Ja Dur...what exactly is a Pleasure Slave because I get the feeling from the way you speak that there is more to it than calling you my Lord and sex?"

 

[cgraven]

"Ja Dur...what exactly is a Pleasure Slave because I get the feeling from the way you speak that there is more to it than calling you my Lord and sex?"

Ja Dur Apre had known the Jenna O’Reily was a babe in the woods when it came to sexual matters. Oh she was far from naïve, for by her own admissions, the firry redhead had grown up as a petty thief on the depressed backwards world of earth, the only inhabited planet of a minor solar system with just one star as its sun. She was the first warm blood that he had ever really been around for any period of time. The young woman was passionate, filled with emotions that he could not understand or fathom, which seemed to boil to the surface quickly and consume her entirely with there intensity. Yet it was obvious that she had an inquisitive mind as well, and thirst to understand. Jenna had despite her volatile emotions had shown a certain wisdom by accepting her fate so far, yet being on public display had seem to make her passionate anger flare. His face had a quizzical look as he pondered her question could she really not know what was expected of her as a Pleasure Slave.?

“ Jenna other than the simple act of coupling to mate you really do not know what a pleasure slave is?”

The question was rhetorical in nature a means for the rapture to formulate his answer to her question more fully. He also realized the young human beauty had little or no experience with creatures other than her own species. That ignorance made her truly innocent.

“Jenna on the simplest level a Pleasure Slave is to serve her Lord and Master sexually with her entire body.”

He could not help but smile as her warm amber eyes looked at him in disbelief as if to say, I already have. He continued in the blunt straight forward manner of his species.

“ Beside the simple act of mating which you are already familiar with she is expected to use her mouth and her ass and taking him into her body fully
to please her master sexually. Being a warm blood, humans females are the most highly prized pleasure slaves.”

Ja Dur voice was a soft sensually seductive hiss that seemed to caresses her supple young body physically, to wrap around her mind and will like soft tendrils of mist mesmerizing her as well.

“Not all species achieve sexual excitement by the mere sexual acts Jenna.”

Ja Dur saw the A true look of shock shown in her eyes at that statement, as if she could not comprehend what he had just said, so he continued.

“ Some species require tormenting a pleasure slave’s body, mind, or both till her pain turns to dark passion before he achieves sexual fulfillment and it is your obligation to pleasure him. I am to rain you to do just that Jenna and not only that but to also charge for your services so the Federated Mining and Correctional Consortium can turn a profit from you incarceration.”

Ja Dur saw the horror and disbelief in Jenna as he spoke.

“I can train you to do just that Jenna, and teach you how to embrace those dark pleasures, or simply break you so that you learn to serve and get noting from the acts committed on you for the pleasure of your clients. The choice is yours Jenna.”

He paused to let the trapped little beauty consider what he had told her.

“The training collar you wear as you know can cause you pain, but it can also keep you from doing physical harm to your self, and it will stimulate your need to take nourishment.”

To punctuate what he had just said Ja Dur sent the simple thought that she was ravenous and desired to eat in the most sensual manner and to feed her master from her finger tips.

 

[caela]

Jenna sat in stunned silence listening to Ja Dur speak. He couldn't be serious! He expected to train her to accept and even find pleasure in pain? Her brows knit together over her eyes as she tried to puzzle this all out. It seemed her life had changed even more than she thought.

It was his voice that once more drew her back to the present...“The training collar you wear as you know can cause you pain, but it can also keep you from doing physical harm to your self, and it will stimulate your need to take nourishment.”

She gasped as a wave of intense hunger filled her and she felt hte sudden urge to feed Ja Dur. Her eyes snapped up to his and her fingers instead of reaching for the plates of food reached up to finger the collar around her throat. The impulses it was sending to her were strong but Jenna was an intensly curious person and her curiosity overroad the collars impulses.

"If you can use it to control me so completly what is the point in training me? It would seen you can use this thing to make me feel whatever you want me to." Her words took on a slightly bitter edge that while not exactly angry was akin to it and she knew if she dwelled on the fact too long she would go into a full blown fit of temper.

She didn't like the thought that she could be made to feel hunger or the impulse to feed him from outside of herself. Such things should come from her own body and her own desire to serve or be pleasing...or simple obediance to an order given. It made her angry that such impulses or desires could simply be planted into her but it did seem that she could circumvent them for she had yet to give into the hunger growling in her stomach or the urge to feed Ja Dur from her fingertips.

 

[cgraven]

"If you can use it to control me so completely what is the point in training me? It would seen you can use this thing to make me feel whatever you want me to."[\i].

Again that flare of Jenna’s firry spirit he saw it in her eyes as she gently fingered her training collar. Her will was indeed strong and that will and firry spirit would bring exceeding pleasure to those spices that loved to inflict pain. Though Jenna could not conceive that pain could turn to pleasure Ja Dur knew it could as both where intense feelings that would bring every never of her luscious little warm body alive in way this young innocent could not possibly imagine.

“Jenna what you say is quite true. I could use the collar to brake you, force you to perform now matter how your mind rebelled. Pull strings and make you dance like a puppet.”

Ja Dur’s voice was serious, his eyes dark smoldering gold as he spoke.

“Oh I would get pleasure from you, your clients would become those that achieve pleasure only from your suffering. Jenna you would mindlessly submit, broken in mind and body, hollow empty, not even to end your own life. You could also submit solely to command, for you had no other choice and continually live in endless anguish. In either case General Mattock’s revenge for you spurning his offer would be complete.”

There as an undeniable truth to his words.

“Or I can train you to embrace those dark pleasure to gain pleasure from them willingly. No matter what your choice Jenna your fate has already been sealed. You are a Pleasure Slave, nothing will change that what I offer is at least partially a way for you to thwart General Mattock’s revenge, to let him see rather than condemning you to endless anguish he has granted you a lifetime of endless pleasure.”

Ja Dur had bluntly laid out Jenna’s options it was for her to chose now which path she would choose.

“ Jenna O’Reily I will not lie to you I owe you that much there will be those clients that will only cause you pain and suffering for that is how they gain pleasure. I will be here as your Lord and Master to comfort you and sooth you and meet your unfulfilled needs at those times. This is all that I can offer you…………………Shall I train tou?”

 

[caela]

Jenna sighed softly and her eyes turned distant as she turned inward listening to the still quiet voice that whispers in all human minds but that few pay heed to. She knew Ja Dur spoke the truth to her and had done so bluntly and in no uncertain terms. She'd gladly strangle the three Fates if she could for putting this twist in her path but there was little that could be done for it now.

She could only see the two choices that Ja dur offered her....become a broken shell of a thing, or let him train her and retain some of who she was. Being a Pleasure Slave was not the choice she would have made for her life, but that choice was no longer hers and had already been made. If she ever wanted the hope of gaining any sort of revenge on General Mattock it wouldn't be by being stubborn and stupid and becoming a hollow shell of a being.

“ Jenna O’Reily I will not lie to you I owe you that much there will be those clients that will only cause you pain and suffering for that is how they gain pleasure. I will be here as your Lord and Master to comfort you and sooth you and meet your unfulfilled needs at those times. This is all that I can offer you…………………Shall I train you?”

Slowly she nodded her head and drew one of the plates of food closer to her. He was too far to reach easily and she drew her chair closer until her knee touched his and offered him a morsel of food from her fingertips. "Train me my Lord."

 

[cgraven]

"Train me my Lord."

Jenna moved closer to him as she picked up a morsel of food and held it out to him on her finger tips. The impulse that Ja Dur had sent her via her training collar had long since faded, and with this simple gesture Jenna had made her choice. Ja Dur was pleased for with her spirit in take she would be the most valuable of Pleasure Slaves. Smiling to himself he was amazed at how these warm blooded creatures seemed to long for some form of personal contact, and how truly easily they where led on paths that otherwise that would have normally fought tooth and nail to from taking. There was no doubt in Ja Dur mind that he would have broken her if she had chosen differently and would have derived great pleasure in doing so. Yet the decision that she had made pleased him infinitely more for now she came willingly give him the opportunity to mold her as he desired. The naïve little beauty had played right into his and General Mattock’s hands, just as the General had foreseen.

Nothing in Ja Dur Apre manner or expression gave away his thoughts as his sinuous reptilian tongue sensually plucked the morsel of food from Jenna’s finger tips before seductively drawing them into his mouth to suckle the savory juices from hr delicate fingers.

Jenna your choice is a wise one and pleases me exceedingly.”

Again there was sincerity and truth in the words he spoke. He had never given Jenna any reason to believe that her training collar could do anything other than discipline her or cause her to bend to his desires nor would he. Yet as she feed him he constantly monitored her responses insuring that her own passions grew slowly.

“Then I shall train you my naughty Little Slut.”

He teased her his yellow golden eyes smiling into her firry amber eyes, for he knew that is what she wanted to hear.


“And in what area does my little Slut want to start?”

Ja Dur would make Jenna chose her on next step on her long road to willing submission.