"Drink."
The Asset does not want to obey. But the Asset has no choice. It must obey its Commander's orders.
This is the 10th bottle of water the Commander has ordered it to drink. It has been approximately 1 hour since the first. The Asset's belly feels full and bloated with the excessive amounts of fluid. Not to mention its bladder.
Its bladder is unbearably full at this point. The Asset feels as if it might burst. It has been keeping its legs tightly crossed and the hand not holding the water bottle is gripping its crotch hard. It has not been given permission to void, so it cannot. It is very hard not to, though.
It finishes the water.
"Good boy." Says the Commander. "Do you need to piss?"
The Asset nods.
"Not yet. I have other plans first. You can go when I say. Come here."
Standing up nearly causes the Asset to lose control. A small leak escapes but it is thankfully able to cut it off. It has orders.
"I'm gonna pull your pants down. You need to move your hands."
The Asset almost says no. It stops itself. This would be very bad behavior. It cannot disobey. It slowly eases up its grip and when it feels confident that it will not leak, it removes its hands from its crotch.
The Commander pulls down the Asset's pants and underwear and orders it to step out of them. The Commander pulls an item from his pocket. A very small metal rod with a ball on the end.
When the Commander grabs the Asset's dick, a small leak jets out before it can stop it. It dribbles on the Commander's hand. The Asset's heart nearly stops.
The Commander smacks the Asset in the face, hard.
"What the fuck did I just say? You can't go yet! I was gonna be gentle, but you don't deserve it now!"
The Commander shoves the metal rod roughly into the Asset's urethra. The Asset has to bite back a yelp at the harsh sting.
"On your hands and knees, soldier."
The Asset gingerly lowers itself to the floor. Its bladder cramps at the new position and it feels like it will piss but nothing comes out past the metal rod.
The Commander kneels behind it and it can feel his fingers pressing at its asshole. It whimpers as the fingers slip inside.
"You're lucky I'm giving you any prep, you certainly don't deserve it. Say thank you." Says the Commander.
"Thank you, sir."
"Good boy. You ready for a third finger?"
The Asset doesn't have a chance to answer before the finger enters anyway. It can feel the Commander spreading the fingers inside it, stretching its hole open.
"Now, I'm gonna be nice and use lube, but that's more for me than for you. Nobody wants to fuck a dry hole."
The Commander removes his fingers and when they press back in moments later, they are slick and cold. He spreads the fingers again inside the Asset's hole before pumping them in and out, and finally removing them for good.
