The Training of Harmony Rose, Day Four

The blonde is still a mess. Curses like a sailor. Stays out past curfew. Skips homework. Gets herself off whenever the urge hits. Gratitude comes slow, and selfishness runs deep. She wants the fear of the cattle prod beaten out of her and still refuses to keep her head straight under pressure. Today we go over the homework again: "the importance of detail." Her comfort means nothing next to her submission. We press the prod against bare skin again and again until her hands stop shaking and her voice stays level. When she finally gets permission, her orgasms stay locked down until she earns the release. Tomorrow Princess Donna comes in to run the final test. We bind the trainee in a low squat on wet pavement, knees spread, hands laced behind her head. A hard cock slams into her open mouth while Donna grinds a wet cunt across her tongue. The girl holds position: cunt presented, mouth ready, eyes forward. One slip and the prod kisses her ass again. We whip her thighs, clamp her nipples, force her into deeper arches. Every time the prod crackles she swallows the scream and keeps her holes displayed. When she earns her place on her back we pound her cunt while Donna rides her face. Her throat gets filled, her face glazed, and she swallows every drop without being told twice. Afterwards we quiz her. She answers each question on her knees, voice steady. If she keeps this composure she might just scrape by.