Spacegirl and the Submission Collar Part I
The young Asian woman sat stiffly in her chair, her hands folded primly on her lap, her knees together and her back perfectly straight. She was every inch the proper young lady, the product of stern discipline and rigid self-control. She was listening intently to the slightly older woman who spoke with her back turned, looking out a large picture window that overlooked the campus, where young students rushed to and fro, their girlish enthusiasm at odds with their mature physiques, just bursting into womanhood. The older woman spoke:
"Here at Madame Gamahuche's School for Willful Young Ladies, we pride ourselves on the . . .enthusiasm we bring to our work . Many a young girl has come through our doors a willful, disobedient brat, only to leave a pleasant, pliant well-behaved lady. The name Gamahuche is known throughout the galaxy; It is MY name and I am very proud of it. If you are to join our select and capable staff, you must share these incontrovertible values: Discipline, Obedience, Decorum."
The Asian woman sat even more stiffly, trying to look as if discipline were her only joy in life. Madame Gamahuche continued:
"I have reviewed your application, and I must say I'm impressed." She turned to face the young woman, then slowly began to walk around the well-appointed office. "Your references are superb, and your qualifications are impeccable." Here she was behind the applicant, who did not so much as blink. "You would seem to be the perfect candidate." Swiftly and silently, Madame Gamahuche pulled a needle from her hair and stabbed the young woman in the upper arm. "Perhaps a little TOO perfect. Do not try to struggle, the drug is very fast acting and quite effective. You will be immobile for the next few hours. Meanwhile we can talk."
The young Asian woman's eyes widened in terror; she could not move, her rigidity not due to her training ,but to the drug that permeated her every muscle.
"Does the ADD think I'm stupid? I've been doing this for a long time. I did not become the wealthiest white-slaver in the known galaxy by trusting people. I was on to you the moment you arrived. Now let's see what sort of talent the ADD is hiring these days."
She grabbed the lapels of the young woman's starched white blouse and tore it open, revealing an ample and well-formed pair of breasts.
"Very nice! I see their standards are as rigorous as mine! Let's see the rest."
The young woman was robbed of her shoes next, and an eager pair of hands slowly ran up and down her nyloned legs. Impertinent fingers hooked themselves over her panties and ripped them from her trembling body. A few minutes of ripping and tearing rendered the poor woman completely nude.
"Now, you've been quite naughty; luckily I have the remedy for that." She pulled the woman out of the chair, sat down, and arranged her victim face down across her lap, exposing a firm round bottom, and a well known tattoo. Madame Gamahuche caught her breath at the sight of it. "Spacegirl! I'm flattered that the ADD thinks so highly of my little operation that they would send the famous Spacegirl, scourge of the underworld, to shut me down. I've been absolutely dying to meet you."
She laughed cruelly, and then let loose with a flurry of slaps the soon had Spacegirl's perfect ass burning bright red with pain. She kept it up for twenty minutes, pausing only to rest her hand and enjoying the grunts of pain from the helpless Spacegirl. Finally she finished up with one final blow, and then stood up, dumping her captive into a heap on the floor.
"My assistants will come to look after you. I have business to attend to, but I will see you later. I think you will find your stay at Madame Gamahuche's School for Willful Young Ladies very. . . educational. She turned and left the office, leaving Spacegirl naked and helpless, quaking with fear.
Madame Gamahuche had changed into an outfit that displayed the unique sense of 'decorum' she tries to instill in her students: it consisted of a brief leather thong, hip boots with impossibly high heels and a wicked grin. Her hair hung loose and flowing , her face was elaborately made -up, and her bare nipples had been brightly rouged. She was no longer the very proper headmistress that parents throughout the galaxy entrusted with their precious daughters. She was Madame Gamahuche, the notorious trafficker in female flesh. She stretched her athletic body, enjoying her near nudity, so much better than the puritanical disguise she was forced to wear. In the next few hours her enjoyment would only increase; she had big plans for her captive, the famous Spacegirl.
Hitomi had watched helplessly as she was collared and carried into a large ovular room and strapped tightly to a chair in the center. The room was some sort of auditorium; she was surrounded by chairs. Obviously she was to be the star of whatever show was planned. Given that the only other item in the room was a pillar with manacles fastened to the top, she had little trouble guessing what that show might be. How wrong she was. The faculty of the school filed in and took their seats. Madame Gamahuche entered and spoke:
"The immobilizing drug will soon wear off, but we will not need these restraints." She untied Spacegirl. Hitomi slowly rose, shaking of the effects of the drug. She rushed towards Gamahuche, hoping to stun her, perhaps take her hostage. She was stopped by a sharp command: "Sit!" She hesitated and then collapsed screaming in pain. Gamahuche addressed the crowd:
"You will notice the collar around her neck. This is no ordinary restraint, but a diabolical device of my own design. I call it the Submission Collar, and many a free spirit has been broken by it. It has a dual effect: it rewards obedience with orgasmic pleasure, while it punishes defiance with wrenching pain. She will learn to obey; they all do." Through the waves of pain, Hitomi heard this, and struggled back to the chair and sat. Instantly, the pain was replaced by the most delicious sensations; her nipples became immediately hard, her pussy wet. She tried to stand, and the pain was back. As long as she sat, she was okay, better than okay. Disobedience meant pain. Gamahuche continued:
"While it would be no doubt entertaining to use and abuse our young guest, to let our twisted imaginations to run wild across her body, I have an even better idea. Many have tried to break her. I will CORRUPT her." She clapped her hands, and a young girl was led into the room. She was dressed in the standard Gamahuche uniform, a single piece of cloth worn like a poncho and tied at the waist. She was barefoot, and her eyes were wide with terror. She was led over to the pillar and her hands tied above her head. Gamahuche continued:
"Miss Shylar has repeatedly defied me. She is in desperate need of correction and who better to administer the punishment then our new guest. Spacegirl, take this knife and approach the girl!" Spacegirl tried to resist, but the pain was too much. She took the offered blade and stood before the unfortunate student. This close she could see how beautiful she was. She was tall and thin, with the athletic build of a gymnast. She had perfectly formed breasts, not too large, and strong legs. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a pony tail, revealing her exotic features: high cheek bones and almond shaped eyes, which were welling up with tears. Hitomi tried to smile reassuringly, but it didn't seem to work.
"Miss Shylar refused to strip for me. Spacegirl will now correct this. Space girl! cut her clothes off." The room was filled with ripping sounds as Hitomi obeyed. In seconds the girl was naked, sobbing gently to herself. "Kiss her nipples!" Hitomi hesitated, unwilling to commit this violation, but the pain left her no choice. As she gently kissed the pink buds, the pleasure that was her reward washed over her. Without meaning to, she lingered a little too eagerly at her task. "Explore her with your hands!" There was less hesitation this time, and then Hitomi was all over the hapless maiden, touching, pinching, caressing. This went on for several minutes. "Stop!" Immediately she stopped, and was wracked with guilt as her eyes met the poor girl's. What had she done? What had she enjoyed? She had no time to dwell on this; Gamahuche was holding out a whip. "Take this!" Hitomi did, and gasped with pleasure. "Now, chastise this wicked girl!" Hitomi tried to resist. She would NOT do this. But again the, the unbearable pain. She struck, lightly; her gasp of pleasure mixed with her victim's gasp of pain. She struck again, harder, and was rewarded with more pleasure. More blows, and more shrieks of pleasure, more cries of pain. But these were soon drowned out by the applause of the crowd, as they enjoyed the obscene spectacle before them. The mighty Spacegirl was now nothing but the lackey of a slaver. What would she be forced to do next?