#finn oc

Finn steps quietly into the little white room, watching its occupant with a smile. 436643. His acquisition. Finally. She's in a straitjacket and tight black shorts, and a leather blindfold. If his instructions have been followed correctly that should be a pecker gag in her mouth.

After seven years, he finally has the opportunity to train her.

After he's looked his fill, he crosses the room with measured footsteps, watching in satisfaction as his trainee stiffens. He can almost hear her heart rate rise and crouches down, pulling the blindfold away.

Oh, her eyes. So dark brown, so full of fear. He's getting hard already.

"Hello, 436643. I'm your new handler. I'll make you more comfortable." He pulls out the gag none-too-gently, and his trainee works her jaw a little.

"Thank- thank you, sir."

"So you have some manners. That's good. From your behaviour earlier I was beginning to think you didn't. Do you know why you and I are here?"

643 looks at her feet. "You're- you're going to train me to-to be a Romantic, sir."

"Very good. You've been very badly behaved up until now, but I'm going to turn you into the best slut here. Stop you from being so worthless that you're discarded at every turn. If you do well, maybe we can even find you an owner, which is what you want, isn't it 643?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I'll start today by teaching you your positions. If you do well, I'll fuck you later. If you make a mistake you'll be punished. Trust me, 643, you'll prefer the sex."

"Yes-yes, sir."

Finn smiles. Break her first, then mould and shape her until she's begging for sex. Make it her greatest reward and then she'll crave it. This is why his trainees are always the best. You have to punish them hard enough that even if they're unwilling, sex is still better. And then you can work on the specifics. Reward sex has to be comfortable, too, it can't be more painful than the punishments (at least, not at first. You have to build up to that, because a prospective might want it). Not everyone gets that.

And if all else fails, there's always the drugs.

She whines slightly as he removes the straitjacket (revealing a tight, fitted t-shirt) and he slaps her cheek. "Quiet. Nobody wants a pet who complains." 643 bows her head. Finn fiddles with the remote in his hand, bringing a concealed projector down from the ceiling and turning it on to display an image of a pet in a perfect position one. "Head up and look at the screen." She obeys. "This is position one. I want you to copy this pet, and get into each of the positions they display quickly and accurately. Prove to me you're worth another owner eventually."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. And we'll begin. Position one."

His trainee (his trainee, god, he finally gets her, he can't believe his luck) scrambles to her feet, standing straight, hands by her side and feet shoulder-width apart. She's not as fluid as he'd like, but this'll do for now. He presses a button.

"Position two. Try to be more fluid in your transition this time."

He can see an attempt at it, but not enough. She kneels down, placing her bum on her ankles. She's pretty much sitting on them.

He sighs and presses his baton to the side of her bottom, then turns it on. She jumps and yelps.

"Silence. I'll not ask again. Place your bum there, don't sit." She obeys with a flicker of a scared glance at him. "Better."

And they continue. For position 21 he folds the metal bed down from the wall, and the whole way through he's making a note of what he needs to help her learn her positions.

"How is your muscle memory so bad?" he asks, slamming the electrified cane down on her shoulders for the fifth time in this position. The cane works better than the baton for this. "No wonder you were discarded. Shoulders lower, back straight, head right down."

She doesn't make a sound this time. She can't.

By the end she's black and blue and red, and Finn sighs heavily.

"You need a lot of work. We'll do some intensive focus for the rest of today's sessions. You didn't do well enough for a reward, but you need a demonstration, and I need to test you. Remember, this would be far better if you were a better trainee." He unbuttons his trousers. "Position 22."

643 kneels, sets her bum on her ankles (without sitting this time, finally, clearly the large welts are doing the trick), and opens her mouth.

Finn smiles. The urge to ignore her position training and just have proper sex is strong, but it'll be more satisfying in the end if she's trained properly first, he knows.

"You remembered. Good girl."

He slides his cock into her mouth and she takes it. No teeth, thankfully, and although she's not really very good at it he still cums, causing her to choke and splutter.

"I'll teach you. You'll still be the best slut here by the time I'm finished. Now, stay in this position, and I'll be back shortly."

He strolls out the door, leaving her still spluttering, and heads for the nearest supply closet. He pulls out what he needs.

"Hi Finn."

He holds back a sigh. It's not that he doesn't like his colleagues, it's just that... well, yes, it's that. But the better relationships he appears to have the more leeway there is and the more off-the-record perks he's likely to get, so he turns and pastes on a smile.

"Hi Kevin. How's it going?"

"Oh, good, good. Just putting the finishing touches on my latest trainee. He ships tomorrow. Going to work some fancy cruise ship." Ah yes, that's right. He's a Combination of Romantic and something-or-other (Finn wasn't really listening). Finn didn't partake (he doesn't go for men) but he knows Kevin's been teaching his trainee to entertain multiple people at a time. "What about 643?"

"We're doing intensive position training at the moment. She really needs to learn how to swallow."

Kevin smirks. "Have fun."

"Oh I will, believe me." She's going to be under his care for months, and he'll be watching every step of the way. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get this–"he holds up his tools–"to my trainee."

Kevin nods and walks away. Finn strides towards 643's room, smile turning genuine. His trainee is still in the same position when he enters, eyes watering, looking rather desperate now.

"Good girl."

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"Good girl."

643 shivers. Her mouth aches from being open so long, and her chin is sticky, but the praise feels so good. She watches her handler, hoping for release even though she shouldn't.

"Back to neutral. Take your clothes off, this isn't a position your owner will have you dressed for. And have a drink of water."

643 works her jaw. She doesn't think she's ever had her mouth open for so long in a day before. Or maybe it's been more than a day now. She doesn't know in here.

It doesn't matter. She's a good pet, she'll always obey and it doesn't matter when or for how long. She's good.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He nods and is quiet for a couple of minutes, watching her drink.

"We'll start with position 34. Get into it."

643 lies on her back gingerly and takes one ankle in each hand, as lightly as possible to avoid pressing too much on the injuries. She bends her legs in half and spreads them as much as she can.

It's not far. She's never been good. Her handler sighs.

"As I thought. You need help. Let me make this easier for you." He holds some rope up and ties it around her wrists, tying them to her ankles tightly and then that combination to her thighs. It's silky rope but it presses and rubs on her welts and bruises, and she bites her lip so she doesn't cry out. That would be a bad thing to do, and she's good.

She's trying so hard to be good.

Then he brings over a metal bar with cuffs at both ends and snaps them around her legs, just above her knees. He twists the bar and pulls it, and her legs spread apart to as far as is just about comfortable, and then further. So far she thinks they'll break.

"That's better. And one last thing, because there's no point you being able to hold this position if no-one can use you in it." He takes up... something, her eyes are watering from the strain already, and she cries out as he inserts it into her vagina, pushing it up. It's an intrusion and she doesn't like it, it feels wrong, the shape's horrible, it needs to come out.

No. No it doesn't. Her handler's in charge, and that's that. It's fine. She shouldn't be thinking like this, it's bad.

"Quiet. You were measured, it fits, stop making a fuss."

643 just bites back a whimper.

"Now, you're going to stay like that. Don't move, don't make a sound, for as long as I say. We're going to do this until you're used to the position. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," whispers 643, everything too much to speak any louder. And then there's even more when the thing inside her starts vibrating.

She doesn't know much, after that. She doesn't realise how much noise she's making. She doesn't notice it when her handler gags her. And she doesn't even realise when he eventually gives up, turns off and removes the vibrator, too far gone in her own head to notice anything.

She certainly notices the beatings though, hours later. When her handler has removed the restraints but she can't move because she's been in the same position for hours. They hit her chest this time, mostly, and her legs, hard enough to cause welts and bruises.

She's a bad pet, she knows she is. However much she tries she's bad and she won't find another owner to give her a chance at this rate, and then what will happen to her?