Training Chalondra Novel – My fists clenched, and between my legs, my muscles had clenched hard, trying to keep the rest of the pee inside my bladder. “Hurry up, chick, otherwise-” I watched the horrible man put his finger to the punish button again, his eyes not moving from my face. “No!” I screamed. “N-” “Too late!” The pain erupted in my body again, and I felt my bladder muscles let go. The warm wetness gushed into my already soaking panties and down the insides of my thighs. The sobs kept wringing themselves from my chest as the shame continued and grew with every passing second of the tinkling, splattering sound of my pee on the metal floor of my cage.
“See?” He said. “You clearly need to be broken, girl.” ———————— Chalondra I could do nothing but stare, wide-eyed, my lips parted as if I intended to make some excuse, as the company agent descended the stairs. He had his attention on something in his hand, as if he were reading it. It took me a moment in my panic to realize it must be a “handheld”-a communicator, a computer, and if our schoolbooks told us true, a device for doing practically anything. As if to confirm just how much a handheld could do, the agent tapped the thing and the lights on the columns nearest to my cage suddenly lit up much more brightly, so that I had to raise my hand to shade my eyes. I saw the agent look up from the device, and though with the new brightness I couldn’t really make out his expression, the way he crossed his arms made me close my lips and start to chew the inside of my cheek. “Chalondra,” he said, beginning to pace slowly towards me. “I’m disappointed.” He had unfolded his arms.
As he advanced, he rubbed the knuckles of his right hand with the fingers of his left, a subtle movement that nevertheless sent a thrill of fear through my upper body with its suggestion of masculinity and aggression. Almost unconsciously, I tried to push myself further back into the cage. My back came up against the metal bars, and I let out a little cry of alarm, thinking that they might give me the same kind of excruciating warning the lock had delivered. Nothing happened, but although for a few moments I had forgotten all about my bladder, at the entrance of the agent, I suddenly felt the pressure down there again. My soft cry became a whimper of humiliation as I felt another few drops of wetness emerge into my already damp underwear. He had reached the chair. He put his hands on its back and stood looking at me, assessing and evaluating me even more closely than he had done outside.
“My name is Senior Agent Delvik,” he said, with a smile that seemed to me even more frightening than a frown would have. “You will address me as sir, or Senior Agent. Do you understand, girl?” My lips opened and closed. I clenched my fists with the effort to hold in my pee. I felt my face crumple into a mask of woe. I hoped the man might take it as penitence for my failure to obey him, because I felt desperate to find some way to get from him the boon I so desperately needed. “Sir…” I started, hearing the strain in my voice. “Sir… I need…” His smile changed to a frown of apparent confusion.
Feeling my cheeks burn, unable to name my mortifying request, I turned to look at the horrible bucket. It was blue; almost the same shade as my skin. It looked clean, but to my dismay I could detect a whiff of odor now that gave away its purpose. “Ah,” said Agent Delvik. “Well, girl, you may go ahead, if you answer me, and obey the instruction I gave you before the elders brought you down here.” I swallowed hard, my brow creasing almost painfully. The tears of shame and terror came back into my eyes.
Agent Delvik looked back at me steadily. His little smile had returned as he contemplated my ordeal. “Otherwise,” he continued, “it seems as if you’re going to have some difficulty-though, really, of course, your new life as a concubine will bring you nothing but difficulty if you persist in your disobedience.” My mouth opened, and I breat