Trained

Trained: First Lessons

When Lauren woke up, she found herself tied to a chair, thick rope digging into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged as well, though her eyes remained unobstructed.

She looked around, finding herself in a room with hot-pink walls and a dark, finished hardwood floor. A white rug lay in the center of the room, fluffy. A bed with a similarly hot-pink comforter was set up on the right, with a dresser at the end. There were two doors, both painted white. One was to Lauren's left; the other was on the near wall, which Lauren was facing, knees almost touching.

"There you are. I was wondering when you were going to wake up, Lori." Lauren jumped. The voice was coming from behind her. Turning her head around as far as it would go, she could see the source.

No way. No freaking way. Oh, God...

Sitting in a chair near the far wall of the room was none other than Xander Caulfield.

Most people on campus knew Xander as the star quarterback on the football team. While many girls seemed to be interested in him, he wasn't Lauren's type in the slightest. Not that there was anything wrong with him, of course...at least, she hadn't thought so. He was shirtless, revealing a ripped physique, and his dark hair was impeccably messy. His eyes, blue, exuded gentleness that Lauren suspected was an act.

"Mmmph. Mmmmph!" Lauren tried to speak, gag muffling her words.

"Sssssh. I'm sure you have questions, and I'll give you the answers your pretty little head can understand, got it?

Lauren quieted, terrified.

"Good. You're here because you've been a very bad girl, Lori. I hope you understand that. Playing at being something you're not. Innocent. Smart. Sweet."

Lauren made a questioning noise.

"Oh, you've been pretending so well, you might even believe it yourself! But really...really, you're just a filthy little slut, Lori. Desperate for a man to bend you over and ram you 'till you come, over and over again. Desperate to suck cock until you're swallowing cum, for as many men as want you. No limits. No shame. That's what you are."

Lauren blinked, horror spreading over her face. A little cry escaped her throat. Was he going to...?

"Oh? No, Lori, I'm not going to take you now. You still think you don't want it, and we need to fix that first. Along with some...other things." Xander got up from the chair, taking out what appeared to be a metal choker. Lauren squealed and jerked her head away, but when Xander came close enough, he proved himself to be far stronger. He held Lauren's head still with one hand, and with the other, he clicked the collar into place. Lauren cried out in defeat.

"Ssssssssssh." Xander patted Lauren's head. Lauren quieted. "Now, I'm going to take your gag off. If you say something I don't like, I have a button I can push that'll make you hurt. A lot. Like a bitch." A snort. He untied the gag. Lauren gasped.

"How...how could you?" Lauren stammered, hysterical. "You...people will look for me!"

"Oh, no, Lori, they—"

"That's not my—"

Xander reached into the left front pocket of his jeans. A strong jolt of electricity coursed from the collar out into Lauren's flesh, searing her nerves. She screamed and stared, wounded.