Good girl. Good human. Misralla praised Ishtar, using two things. The first was her voice, cooing the praise and with all trace of the anger and cold harshness gone to be replaced with a tone that more suggested a lover's words. The second was when both her hands started quickly worked across Ishtar's body, finding the pleasure centers and stimulating them one by one as those skilled fingers slid across soft skin, tracing lines of nerves as they did so.

Girran decresed the size of his projection to something that slid far easier into Ishtar, now it was the same size as when Misralla had been using the 'dildo' to fuck Ishtar. The movements continued, both the Midrozi driving Ishtar towards an orgasm as a reward for being good.

Ishtar heard the praise from Misralla. More importantly she felt ever pleasure center in her body went off at once during Misralla’s tour of the blue haired body. As Girran reduced the size of his projection, Ishtar found her body going over the edge into ecstasy. AHHHHHHH! Ishtar's head point skyward again as she let out a loud moan that filled the forest.

As the moan drained away Ishtar’s head fell as she struggled to keep catch her breath. She wondered what other tests they had in store fore her…

Girran did not slow down his projection just because Ishtar was orgasming. In fact he simply ignored that fact and continued at exactly the same pace with exactly the same movements, ensureing that no matter how Ishtar moved the sensations his projectino gave would remain stable. This was a test of endurance primarily, after all a alien would be more likely to pay a lot more if they had a toy that could last as long as they could fuck. A large number of aliens could fuck for a lot longer than humans could, and as such the Midrozi paid attention to a girls stamina and how long she could go before collapsing into uncounciousness.

Of course just because it was an endurance test it didn't mean they couldn't run other tests at the same time. Misrall stepped back the moment Ishtar orgasmed, and Girran projected two 'hands' that, after Ishtar had recovered from the orgasm and a few seconds had passed for Mirria to get a good reading on her visor, those new projections started squeezing Ishtar's breasts. Girran moved the hands in a ver precise way, their size relative to Ishtar's breasts so that they could grasp the soft orbs completly. A standardised test to see just how sensitive Ishtar's breasts were.

As Ishtar dealt with the last throes of her orgasm she could still feel the Girran still thrusting into her. She suddenly felt a pair of hands reach out from behind her and grab her orbs. The hands were the perfect size to completely grab Ishtar's soft orbs. Ishtar let out a moan as she realized that she was just at the beginning of her tests. She was here for the long term and she would have to do what they said if she was going to get of this with as little pain as possible.

Girran looked on impassively as Ishtar moaned in response to his newest 'projection'. He glanced at Misralla for confirmation that he should move on to the next phase of testing Ishtar's sensitivity to various stimuli. However at the tiny shake of Misralla's head he simply continued to pump the projection into Ishtar and knead her breasts in the exact same pattern. No matter how much Ishtar squirmed or moved the projections would maintain the exact same relative movements. She could not escape the sensations, but neither could she enhance it.

Misralla spoke a few seconds after Girran's glance, her voice curious. How sensitive are your breasts human? If Ishtar hesitates in answering, or tries to lie, Misralla would punish her again. She wants to make sure that, for the duration of the test at least, Ishtar follows any and all instructions given instantly and without thinking.

Ishtar gasped as felt her breasts be kneaded, it felt good as she felt the other projection continue to pump in and out of her flower. However after a moment she began to realize that the projections were not doing anything to increase her pleasure. It was as if it was just meant to keep Ishtar stimulated. It was then that Misralla asked a question.

[color=LightSkyBlue]Ahhh....I-I'm not sure. I am ve....Oh...very sensitive.[color] She moaned again as she thought about of how far these tests would go.

Misralla silently turned to Mirria, and at the hunter's nod turned back to Ishtar, a smile on her face. She reached out, and reaching through the projected 'hands' she started gently stimulating the blue haired student's nipples. Girran of course simply continued the exact same movements from his projections. Misralla was a Spire Lord, a leader of the Elite Trainer Caste. She was quite capable of mimicking a single movement, or pattern of movements, no matter how many times she did it. Girran had that ability when he was using his projections, but small muscle spasms would prevent him from gaining it with his body. It was simply an ability that was seen as unnecessary, at least to the warriors. For a trainer there were so many possible uses for such an ability, such as now.

The pair of Midrozi continued to stimulate Ishtar's helpless body, one with his mind and the other with her fingers. Girran's projections were simply designed to keep Ishtar stimulated, and very slowly build up pleasure. Misralla's fingers however were not being slow. They were meant to cause wave after wave of pleasure to flow into Ishtar's body. And just when the student was about to orgasm Misralla withdrew with a giggle, and Girran slowed his projections movements down so that the orgasm would, ever so slowly, start to fade away.

The helpless Ishtar could feel Misralla's hands begin to play with her nipples. Ishtar felt waves of pleasure begin to fill her body as the trainer's expert hands moved so rapidly. Every tug, every tickle, every brush against her orbs, brought the blue haired student closer and closer to climax as she could feel herself coming closer to the edge. However as soon as she found on the edge, Ishtar heard a giggle and the hands quite moving about her chest. Even the trusts into her flower slowed down. Ishtar opened her eyes as she moved back from edge as the pleasure faded. What kind of erotic torture was she in now?

We are just doing another test, toy. That isn't a problem is it? Misralla's words were spoken with mock concern, far to obvious to be real. It wouldn't be hard to determine the threat behind the second part of her statement, and the first part finally revealed just what Misralla thought of Ishtar. To the Midrozi she was nothing more than a toy, something they could play with, use, and simply discard when it bored them. And the moment Ishtar deviated from that behaviour, the moment she tried to fight back against them treating her like that, Misralla would make her suffer horrible agony.

While she had been talking Misralla had been monitoring how close Ishtar was to orgasm. The signs were not obvious, but once you knew what to look for they were easy to spot. Misralla knew exactly what to look for, and after a few more seconds waiting she resumed pleasuring Ishtar's body at her old rate, and Girran copied her with his projection. Now it was time to test just how long they could keep her on the edge of orgasm before her mind completly broke down and she begged for it.

I am a toy? Before it blue haired student could say anything, Misralla once again resumed her work on Ishtar's breasts. Meanwhile Girran began to thrusting into Ishtar's flowers at a faster rate. The blue haired student began to moan and twitch as she felt the pleasure begin to rise inside of her. As she gasped again she could only deal with her own pleasure as she was continued to be eroticly tortured.

Of course you are human. What else would you be? You havn't proved yourself something worth enough for us to consider you a pet. Misralla's words are harsh, although she doesn't change her movements at all. Her hands continue to work at the student's breasts and nipples, skilled fingers bringing Ishtar back towards her orgasm. You agree with that assessment don't you human? Misralla's question is underlined by a silent threat. She expects Ishtar to state that she agrees with Misralla, and if Ishtar doesn't then Misralla would have to take steps to ensure she did.

Ishtar was about to say something, but she knew that path was a trap. She didn't want to admit she was a toy, and she knew to not say it would cause great pain. So the blue hair student tried a different tact. [color=]Ah....What do I....Oh.....do I need to do become a pet....Uhhh....[/color] She could feel herself on the edge of her orgasm, soon she thought she would be driven over the edge.

Misralla glanced at Girran, cold amusement in her eyes. Suddenly the projection that had been fucking Ishtar faded away and Misralla's hands drew back. Do you want to know the first step to me considering you a pet and not a toy, Ishtar? Misralla waited for an answer and when Ishtar confirmed that she did want to know that cruel amused look returned. The first step is answering any question they are asked toy! The words are snapped out, the anger clear in Misralla's voice as her fingers dig in, sending fresh waves of agony through Ishtar's body.

After a few seconds of Ishtar screaming in pain Misralla's fingers withdraw and she snaps, her voice still enraged by Ishtar's attempt to distract her. Did you really think I would be so stupid as to forget you refused to answer a question human? If you insult me like that again I will make you beg for the chance to spend the rest of your life in the harshest punishment the basement can provide ... and you will think it a paradise. Now answer the question!

Ishtar screamed as she felt waves of agony flow through her body. The pain was even more intense that she had felt before. Her head jerked this way and that way was she did everything she could to adjust to the pain. But Misralla's fingers were too strong and the pain was too intense as she Ishtar's screams sound like they could fill the forest.

Then Misralla's fingers released Ishtar's tender skin. The blue haired girl gasped as her head fell forward, she slowly tried to catch her breath as Misralla gave her a brief respite. Ahhhh....That was my mistake, I won't let it happen again. Ishtar could feel the pain slowly fade into numbness and she was struggled to remember the original question that led her down this path of pain. I----I am a toy...just a toy. It hurt mentally to say that, but not as much as it would have physically had she not say it....

When the blue haired student apologised for not answering the question Misralla continued to scowl at Ishtar, making sure the blue haired student could see just how angry her ignoring Misralla's question had made Misralla. Consider yourself lucky that I am in a good mood today. Misralla's voice was still lined with anger, although Girran did smile at that statement. Considering just how insulted Misralla was when a toy or pet ignored her questions he had to agree that she did seem to be fairly restrained. No slipping inside Ishtar's head and using her own memories and thoughts to torment her, no drugs, and pulling back after a few seconds.

However the moment Ishtar admitted she was a toy all the anger in Misralla seemed to fade away, and her hands started rubbing the area they had recently been digging into. The numbness faded after a few seconds of her fingers skilfully caressing the soft skin and any lingering traces of pain were very quickly replaced by gentle pleasure. Misralla knew just how to break any being in, give them pain whenever they demonstrated unwanted behaviour, and pleasure whenever they did something good. Make both sensations extreme enough and they very quickly started becoming desperate to keep being good.

Good girl. Misralla praised Ishtar as her hands slowly worked across the student's body.