Training Beretta James Day 2 Processing the Pain to Become a True S&M Slave

Aiden runs her eyes over 004 like she's property on the block. The girl stands five-five, thirty-two twenty-four thirty-four, a hundred and five pounds of black hair and pale skin, trainee number four. Her name gets tossed aside the moment Aiden steps close. The blonde clips her wrist cuffs high to the post, forces her to balance on toes, and tells her that pretty won't matter once the cane starts landing. 004 answers quiet and shaky when asked what she's afraid of. Aiden slaps her for mumbling, then asks again. Electricity. Name-calling. Failure. She admits each one like she's spitting nails. Aiden smiles, then gets to work. A slim metal rod trails down her spine first, the low current enough to make every muscle twitch. 004 jerks, breath short, hips twisting to escape the buzz. Aiden pins her in place and turns the dial. Each click makes the shock deeper until 004 is trembling so hard the cuffs rattle. She tries to stay silent; she fails. Words are pulled out of her, begged out, screamed out. She is called every filthy name Aiden can invent, and she hates how her body reacts to them. Pain endurance is tested next. The cane cuts across her ass in even strokes. Each stripe burns, then blooms. Aiden makes her count. She loses the count. She tries to rise on command and the next stroke lands harder for the hesitation. Sweat runs into her eyes; she fights to keep them open. Still the rod finds its way to her nipples, her inner thighs, the undersides of her breasts, jolting her upright every time she sags. Aiden studies the flush on her skin and the wet sheen between her legs. Anal is next. A greased plug is forced past the tight ring without preamble. The blonde works it in slow, then fast, making her accept the stretch while the current dances across her clit. 004 shakes, drools, comes without permission. Aiden leaves the plug seated and tightens the ropes around her elbows. She tells her what comes next. More electricity. More cane. More breaking. The day is only beginning.