Mistress Scarlet grinned as the door to the training room opened and one of the facility’s guards entered. He wasn’t alone. In one, large hand, the man held a short leash. The other end was attached to a collar that was locked around the neck of a young woman.
Padded cuffs were locked around the young woman’s feet. She had just enough chain to take short, halting steps as she was dragged through the door. The captive girl’s arms were secured behind her back with leather straps. More leather straps circled her chest, trapping the girl’s arms securely against her otherwise naked body. Her lightly tanned skin was coated with perspiration.
Scarlet couldn’t tell anything more about the girl; a hood was pulled over the girl’s head. From the muffled grunts that escaped the hood as she struggled, hopelessly, against the leash, she was gagged beneath it.
Behind her came another guard. He walked over to Scarlet. “Here’s the file.” He handed her a folder. Scarlet took it and opened it up. Idly, she flipped through the files. The usual things were in there, results of her physical examination, reports from the kidnap team that “recruited” her, as well as reports from the scouting teams that had found her and recommended her for recruitment and planned her abduction.
Scarlet shut the file, tucking it under one arm. When she had time, she’d read through it carefully. Every case was different, and the key to this one might be found in the scout reports. A close friend of family member she could threaten, a secret kink, a favorite food or activity that could be used as a bribe…
“Standard obedience training?” She asked.
The man nodded. “Plus anything else you can manage. You’ve got three weeks to play with her, then she goes to the auction block. One more thing, report from the kidnap team says she’s a fighter. Quite the stubborn streak.” He grinned. “Nothing I’m sure you can’t handle.”
Scarlet smiled. “Well, that’s why they pay me.”
While Scarlett had been talking with the guard, his partner had dragged the captive girl to the center of the training room. Several hooks hung from pulleys attached to the ceiling. He attached one of these to the straps circling the younger girl’s chest. The guard walked over to the controls and winched up the hook, until the helpless prisoner was left on the tips of her toes, all but dangling from the chain.
“Well, we’ll leave you to it.” The guard said. Nodding to his partner, the two men left the training room, shutting the door behind them. Scarlet hummed quietly to herself. She walked past the chained up girl, without a word or touch. Let the girl sweat a bit, wonder what will happen to her. Scarlet grinned. Pain was always sweeter when it’s first been marinaded with a little fear…
Lining one wall were a number of shelves and racks, one which were the tools of Scarlet’s trade: shackles, gags, hoods, and all sorts of lovely devices for causing pain and pleasure. Setting the file on a shelf for later, Scarlet selected a leather riding crop. Swishing it through the air to test the suppleness, Scarlet returned to her struggling captive.
“Well, we might as well get started. I only have you for a little while, so we’d best make the most of it.” Scarlet teased, walking behind the girl. The hood turned, a soft whimper escaping it as the girl struggled to follow Scarlet’s movements, despite being blinded and partly deafened by it. The chain holding her in place rattled as she tried to turn to face scarlet.
Playfully, Scarlet rapped the crop lightly against the girl’s naked backside. She gave a grunt, but did not cry out. Scarlet grinned. “You just sit tight for the moment.” She stuck the crop under her arm, while she reached forward and untied the laces holding the hood taut over the younger girl’s face. After a moment, she’d loosened it enough to slide the leather bag off of her captive’s head.
Curly brown hair spilled out, falling gently around the naked woman’s shoulders, framing a round, lightly freckled face drenched with sweat. A rubber ballgag was lodged between the girl’s teeth, garbling her frightened words.
“My, you’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” Scarlet said, smiling, as she stepped around. She placed a hand underneath the younger girl’s chin and lifted her head up to examine the prisoner. The girl glared defiantly up at Scarlet. According to the file, she was just a few weeks shy of her nineteenth birthday.
“Alright slave, let’s start with the basics first. I am Mistress Scarlet. You will always refer to me as Mistress Scarlet, or Mistress. When you are allowed to speak, that is. You, of course, are just slave. You will refer to yourself as ‘this slave.’” She reached forward and slid the wet rubber ball out of the girl’s mouth. “Let’s see if you understood that. What is you name, slave?”
“My name is Isabelle, and I’m not a slave!” The girl said, defiantly. Scarlet could see the fear in her eyes, but it was matched by an equal amount of stubbornness. The older woman grinned. This would be fun…
She sighed, shrugging. “Since this is your first time, I’ll give you another chance to do the smart thing. What is your name?”
“Isabelle!” The younger girl said, stubbornly. “My name is Isabell-mmmppphhh!!!” Her words were cut off as Scarlet stuffed the gag back in her mouth.
“As you wish.” Scarlet said, grabbing her crop again. The slave trainer smiled with anticipation. She’d loved this part, breaking in a defiant captive, and Isabelle promised to be a very good plaything… She brought the crop down on the helpless girl’s backside, harder now. This time, Isabelle cried out with pain. “You’ll soon learn the penalty for such stubbornness. Your training begins now…”