Trained | 18+

Chapter Eight 🌶️

Clara meets me at my door early Monday morning, it's time for week two training to start.
"Are you nervous?" She asks as we begin towards the classroom. I shake my head.

"I've done a little bit of bondage before. I feel safe with Evan as my trainer," a lump forms in my throat. Clara pats my shoulder sympathetically.

"Don't worry Delia, he's recovering. He'll be there for you on Tuesday." I nod even though I don't believe her. I saw how bruised he was, how broken. I don't know if he'll recover well. But I'm not about to sit in my room sulking risking him being punished more. I just need to get my training over with and then I can spend the rest of the week by his side.

"I've never done anything like this before, it just isn't like me. Is this how you're supposed to have sex? With all these ropes and rules?" I giggle a little, she's so precious.

"No Clara, it's okay to be nervous. Most people don't find enjoyment in tying up and hurting their partners. I'm sorry you're in this situation."
She cocks her head to side watching me.

"Why are you apologising, you're not the one that kidnapped me." I shrug, I can't help but feel guilty by association. Tanner was my partner, my lover. Yet here he was kidnapping these poor girls and forcing them into god knows what for however long he was lying to me.

"Training performances were so scary yesterday, being in front of all those people -  I can't stand it. The thought of having to please all those men at the end of the program makes me want to vomit. God I don't know how people do it." She scrunches her face up clearly disgusted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Do what?"

"Have sex with men. I'm a lesbian, I've never even given a blow job. I wouldn't even know where to start. I don't want to learn." I can see her getting more anxious, I pull her hand into mine squeezing it gently. Maybe I could convince Tanner to let Clara skip training with the other executives. It doesn't seem fair for her to have to go through that if she isn't even attracted to men. I guess nothing is fair here though.

"Don't worry we'll work out a plan so you don't have to," I give her hand one final squeeze as we reach the training room. Angel is waiting at the door for us to enter.

"You're late Delia, you know they don't tolerate tardiness here." They gently help me take off my robe and hang it in the coat rack.

"Tanner really does know what colours suit you, you look gorgeous," the green lingerie clings to my curves in all the right places.

"Thank you, I won't be late again sorry." Angel smiles ushering us in.

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Yesterday's training was anything but enlightening. Boring slideshows and yapping about how bondage will teach us patience and obedience. I couldn't stop imagining running the rope across Nick and James' necks. Pulling it tight and watching their faces turn pale as they beg me to stop. I've never been sadistic but they deserve to suffer. Angel refused to let me see Evan last night.

"You need to be rested for tomorrow. They need to see you're trying to learn, trying to please them. Imagine what would happen to Evan if you continued being disobedient," they were right. Clara said he would be here to train me but I haven't seen him this morning. I've been waiting in the training room for at least thirty minutes now. I didn't see Clara leave her room this morning, I was hoping to meet her trainer. I want to get to know her better, she seems trustworthy. It would be nice to have a least one friend in here. I don't think Tanner counts although sometimes his familiarity is nice.

"Your boyfriend not recovered yet?" A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of the door locking behind me. James enters the room with a smug look on his face.