Ayesha sighed, taking a moment to turn her head and look around her at her city, taking in the sight of everything that she was fighting to protect, even at this very moment. Alex didn't disturb her, letting her work at her own pace as she finally knelt in the center of the platform.
[How did I teach you?]
Wordlessly, she took off her heels, neatly placing them beside her before sitting on the floor with her feet flat against the floor, her toes pointing outward and placed her palms on her thighs. She kept her back straight and looked straight ahead at the sky, only to stiffen the moment she noticed a flying vehicle reaching as high up as her position, and couldn't calm down until it disappeared from her vision.
[It's invisible from the outside, you know that, right?]
"I do, Master," she nodded. "But my body reacts that way instinctively. For one to see their leader in such a state…"
[Man, if I were into hardcore exhibitionism, I would have ruined you… Hands behind your back.]
Ayesha didn't know what he meant by exhibitionism, but the amused tone told her that he had no plans to partake in that activity, allowing her to put it in the back of her mind as she obeyed his order and put her hands behind her back, holding them together. She felt leather belts extend out of the back of her collar as they wrapped around her arms, forcing a faint groan out of her mouth. The belts tightly restrained her arms together behind her back, forcing her elbows and wrists to stick together and making her push her chest out to accommodate the position.
At the same time, she felt the short dress she wore morph into a black harness that worked to further accentuate her chest, with a strap going between her legs.
'At least my vagina is covered with this harness, unlike that damn dress…' An ironic thought appeared in her mind, invoking a helplessly confused feeling within her.
[Tell me, do you feel more emotional recently?]
"I do, Master," she nodded. "Every passing day, these are the things I do that make me more conscious of how my subjects would perceive me."
[That's good. Try to go against your instinct to suppress your emotions, okay? Express yourself freely when it's just us. Even if you one day decide to curse me out, the punishment will come with a reward. After all, I want you to be more emotional.]
"We are generically engineered to keep our emotions in control, Master," Ayesha said. "I don't think I will ever be able to do that."
[I know. That's why I'm also slowly modifying your body on a biological level.]
Ayesha's eyes widened at his words, but just as she opened her mouth to respond, she let out a weak squeal and shook, leaning forward a little. Looking down, she saw that two strings had emerged from her collar and were wrapped around her nipples, squeezing the dark gold nubs on her chest.
[How else am I supposed to develop your erogenous zones without biological modification? I don't know what kind of moron that High Evolutionary is to have considered your race complete after actively suppressing not only your emotions, but also your ability to feel pleasure. It's no wonder you don't bother with the natural birthing process.]
Alex left the part about that being the reason he abandoned them to himself. There was no reason to pointlessly hurt Ayesha's feelings.
"Our creator built the Sovereign to serve him. Unstable emotional outbursts like the ones Adam used to have weren't the best for servants. As for pleasure… with a superior alternative to procreation, there was no need to create any incentives to help promote reproduction. To him, these things were redundant inefficiencies."
[I know, you've told me this before. It's why he's a fucking moron. What's the point of life with suppressed emotions? Anyway, start sucking. Make sure to use your tongue. I will gauge your performance.]
Ayesha noticed a string emerging from her collar and extending into a thin pole that planted itself on the floor just between her legs. It rose up to her face and formed a phallus on the top that was pointing at her face. Barely five inches in length, it was still a monumental size for Ayesha, who had such a bad gag reflex that she couldn't even swallow anything without thoroughly chewing it—since their sustenance consisted of monthly nutrient infusions, the Sovereign had no concept of eating food. Such nuances, when it came to robots, were something Alex would consider to be positive, but for actual life, it was downright inefficient and induced stagnation.
That didn't mean he didn't understand the High Evolutionary's perspective. All he needed was for a race of interstellar creatures to serve him and his means. He didn't need them progressing. If anything, he had made sure that they would never grow beyond his control, always relying on him and his technology.
The string on her collar connecting to the pole in front of her shortened, forcing Ayesha to lean forward and take the tip of the phallus into her mouth. The string stopped shortening, but Ayesha continued moving forward, taking the whole thing into her mouth such that her nose touched a flat plate on the top of the pole. However, within a second, she coughed and jerked her head back, only to get caught by the string, unable to completely free her lips from the phallus.
[Easy, no need to go too fast. Let's first get back to your record of five seconds. By the end of today's session, I want you to be able to hold it for ten seconds. Then we will increase the size by another inch.]
Unable to release the phallus from her mouth, she groaned in response while recovering. A few seconds later, she tried again and pushed herself forward, taking the whole thing in again, but slowly. This time, she lasted a lot longer, a whole three seconds before being forced to retreat in a cough as the string connecting her collar and the pole was pulled taut. She closed her eyes and tried again, failing just after three seconds.
[Keep your eyes open, Queenie. If I didn't want you to enjoy the view in front of you while training, I would have simply blindfolded you.]
"Uu…" she expressed her resistance with a groan while keeping her lips wrapped around the tip of the cock as she recovered.
[The point of this exercise is to humiliate you as well as train your throat. The intense emotions that are triggered when you imagine your subjects looking at their queen being trained to be the perfect whore are what I want to see in you.]
His mere words made her tremble as she groaned at him again. A deep flush of shame covered her face as she trembled.
[There it is. You're wet, did you know that? I told you, if I were a hardcore exhibitionist, I could completely break you.]
Not wanting to confirm her master's words, she whimpered with embarrassment and moved forward once again, making sure to keep her eyes open. This time, whether because of the embarrassment or something else, she was able to keep the phallus down for a while, five seconds before the gag reflex kicked in, forcing her to recoil.
[Good work, Queenie. Let's take it a step further now.]
Ayesha felt a prominent tug on her collar and lowered her eyes, only to see the string that had connected her collar to the pole having transformed into a spring that was pulled taut, putting pressure on her to pull her head forward.
[Every time you retreat is going to be a chore from now on. I want to see you keep this inside your throat without the slightest hindrance by the end of the week. At that point, I will replace your usual sleep gag with this one.]
"Uu~" Even if she was aware of the slow progression of her training, the knowledge that she would have to sleep with this gag inside her mouth instead of the current two-inch one made her tremble.
Apex didn't respond to her as she once again took the phallus into her mouth. Her progress seemed to regress as she pulled back after only four seconds, but that was expected. Having a limit didn't mean that she would always be able to push herself to it. This time, though, due to the spring, she didn't pull all the way back to the tip of the phallus and only pulled back halfway, keeping the rest of it in. The spring was doing its job perfectly, making it significantly difficult for her to completely recoil after gagging.
Minutes passed as she continued training, constantly pushing her limits further as the spring made it much more difficult for her to feel any semblance of control over her situation. She was completely and utterly helpless in front of her master's implements and could only let go of any desire for control over her own body, submitting to him.
As Ayesha's training continued on the top spire of the palace, her personal quarters found a guest arriving in them. Apex—or specifically, Gwen.
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