Trouble's
Tales
Daydreams
by Kittiara
Stardate 2397.30
It had been a long day at the Academy. Trouble's "class" was still in the basic, or beginner curriculum, and today's exercise had been a portion of the basic intercourse course, the segment on how to handle all sorts of "problems". The lesson had been The Lover Who Wouldn't Wait,or how to slow down someone too impatient. "After all," the instructor had said, "If they're in too big a hurry, how can you possibly give them all the pleasure they're due?" Trouble had been "jumped" by six overeager, obviously sex-starved males, and the instructor had watched closely as she'd done her best to "handle" them, no pun intended. To her, the class was "how to turn rape into making love," and that about summed it up ...
As she settled into the tub of steaming hot water, she shook her head. Whispering to one of the other slaves, Kayla the otter, Trouble hissed, "Where do they find these guys?" Marla, the she-wolf, giggled in return, drawing a harsh look from one of the guards. They weren't supposed to talk;, after all, they could be punished if caught, but you really had to be blatant to draw a punishment for that. Finally, when the guard had moved on, Marla whispered, "I hear they recruit them from long term space exploration missions. By the time they get back, everyone is so sick of each other, that no one's touched anyone for months, and they're all so randy they're perfect for these classes!" Kayla sighed and shook her head; whispering, she said, "I hear they're inmates from some all-male prison; as part of their punishment, they're prevented from having even, ah, male companionship. They're so starved for company, and of course for sex, they just can't contain themselves." Trouble grinned, thinking how the lepine had shot his load after about three strokes of her paw and nodded, rubbing absently at the spot on her stomach where his cum had dried; "Yeah, they can't contain themselves all right."
Kayla watched a roving guard go past and then settled down further into the hot water. "Is it just me, or are any of you getting tired of this, day after day after day? I mean, I know they've done some massive conditioning, but still, well, I just don't seem to delight in this as some do ... " Marla chuckled and shook her head; "A year ago I couldn't imagine me doing this, but now, well, the conditioning must have taken, and taken well, as I have to admit I love it. For me I just can't get enough!" Trouble eeped quietly and rose an inch from the water as Marla's paw emphasized her point with an intimate caress. Sapphire, the kitty, grinned and shrugged; "some things I like better'n others ... " Kayla just shook her head, and looked at Trouble, one eyebrow cocked as if soliciting her opinion.
Trouble shrugged, the motion making the water swirl. "I guess I'm somewhere in-between. Yes, I'd never have envisioned myself doing this before I was sold here. But now, well, it's not exactly distasteful. In fact its kinda fun, some of it ... well, most of it. There are parts I do not like, and I certainly don't like the punishments, but mostly, well, it's kinda become just another job ... "
Kayla nodded, her nose almost the only thing above the surface of the water. "When I was... well, back before I wound up here, I worked in an office. Daily 9 to 5, typical office grind. I used to play a game with myself; I'd ask myself 'what would I like to do today?' If I could do anything in the world, free to choose, what would I like to do. Sometimes when I ask myself that here, I answer 'I'd give almost anything to be back in that dull, boring, safe job ... So tell me, my lovely little sex-slaves-to-be, if you had your choice, what would you like to do today? What would be your perfect day?"
As the mists from the hot waters swirled, as the tensions and the stains of the day slowly leached from their bodies, the three settled back in the water to quietly daydream of where they'd much rather be, of a perfect world ...
Kayla's daydream
Kayla smiled to
herself as she outlined the perfect day.
It was a romanticized version of reality, at best, but still, if you're going
to dream .... She could just imagine the alarm going off, the sky still dark
outside her apartment. Slipping from between the covers, she'd padd nude into
the bathroom to start the shower. In her fantasy, she was just starting to shampoo
her hair when the strong paws of her lover would wrap around her, pulling her
back against his muscular body. She'd mmmmmm as his paws would start
working up and down her frame, soaping her, washing her, even as she concentrated
on her hair. Of course such actions would have the inevitable result on him,
and before long his hard cock would be prominent between her thighs. As she
dipped her head under the running water, she'd let one paw stroke downwards,
to tease his cockhead. As the soap would rinse from her hair, she'd lean forward,
bracing herself against the shower wall, while he took her from behind, a short,
sharp, powerful fuck, his hips driving hard against her, making her pant, and
moan. She could just feel the power of her climax ...
Kayla blinked, eyes opening wide, to stare around the baths. Her friends were lost in their own thoughts, and didn't see her shake her head, or mumble. Must be the conditioning ...
Settling back into the hot water, Kayla resumed her fantasy. She envisioned drying off (with strong masculine paws to help ... ) and then doing her hair and getting dressed. Breakfast would be light, a quick bite before dashing out the door to catch the train into the city. Giggling to herself, in her fantasy her boyfriend would tidy up the apartment before leaving ... She smiled to herself, remembering the crowded commutes she used to hate; somehow now they didn't seem so bad. As she pictured herself in the crowded railroad car, she caught herself looking at the males appraisingly, her fantasy filling the car with muscular studs in tailored business suits and power ties ...
The fantasy continued, as the train arrived at the station, and she exited, amid the throngs, to walk the short distance to her office building. Of course there'd be an elevator waiting for her, and it'd stop at her floor first. Sitting down at her desk, she'd turn on her computer to start the day. Of course her work would be demanding; it always had been, but on occasion it was important stuff, tasks that she knew she could do, where she knew just what to do. And this day she'd have something critical to be working on, something only she would have the talents to execute correctly. And everyone would know that too ... She smiled as she envisioned her boss giving her a thankful smile as she turned over some important file, the contracts perfectly executed, delivered just in the nick of time ... Ah, but instead of her grumpy old boss, for whom nothing was ever good enough, let's turn the contracts over to that handsome junior partner ... perhaps he'd be so pleased he'd include her in the continuation of the project, requesting her to make a presentation to the board, and to the customers that afternoon. Of course she'd be ready to make such a presentation ... but first, lunch.
Kayla smiled as she thought about gathering her best friends at work and going off to lunch, to some new restaurant, just opened, a few blocks away. The waiter would be attentive, always there when needed, and the food, the food would be wonderful (not like the drek that was shoveled at them here!). The conversation would be brilliant, and her friends warm and caring, and of course someone else would insist on picking up the check. Then it would be back to the office. The presentation would go splendidly, and the handsome junior partner would insist she join him and the customers for dinner ... Ah, but that would require a new dress ...
After the presentation, Kayla would dump whatever work remained to be done on the desk of that old fart that was constantly annoying her, and waltz off to go shopping at some of the more elegant downtown shops. And those vicious office gossips would have only good things to say about her, as she left early. She'd go to the shops she'd window-shopped at, but never had the money to even dream of entering ... Ah, but this time she'd enter the most prestigious shop, the salesgirl would be attentive, and she'd find just the most perfect dress. Daring, but not too risqué; something that showed off her figure to perfection ... maybe something low-cut ... and a choker of pearls to set it off. And of course matching earrings.
She'd meet the junior partner somewhere, perhaps a trendy coffee shop (she wouldn't want him to see her dismal little hole-in-the-wall apartment), to be whisked to a fancy restaurant in a limousine. At the restaurant, she'd flirt shamelessly with the customers, making brilliant conversation, and dazzling them with her charm. There would be hints of some big deal in the offing, something they wanted her to be part of ... Afterwards, after polite good-byes, the Junior partner would insist on taking her dancing, not yet willing to relinquish her company. They'd go to the trendiest clubs to be seen. Finally, they'd wind up at his penthouse apartment, where she'd let him seduce her, the new dress dropped carelessly on the floor. She'd show him all the tricks she'd learned, how a gentle touch here, or a caress there can incite lust. She'd tease him horribly, holding him off as long as possible, until he forced her back on the bed, to cover her body with his ... they'd make love all night long, sometimes fast and furious, sometimes slow and languorous. And they'd fall asleep in each other's arms, smiles on their faces. Yes, that would be the perfect day ...
Marla's Daydream
Marla purrrred and settled back into the water, dreaming of the perfect day ... no, more than that, the perfect life. She'd be someone powerful, someone who could always get what they wanted ... and modern society just didn't allow that. Some ancient tribe, some barbarian culture ... yes, and a place where magic worked as well. She'd be a Sorceress Queen, holding her subjects in sway with her magic and her wisdom and her beauty ... She'd be awakened in a sumptuous bed by servants bringing breakfast. Handmaidens, or personal slaves, two of them would feed her breakfast, while a third would crouch between her widespread thighs, licking at her, slowly bringing her pleasure as she broke her fast.
Marla softly touched herself under the water as she dreamed of a phantom lover licking her, licking her as long as she wanted to be licked .... that would be very pleasant, but eventually she'd have to rise, to attend to the day's business. She'd start the day with a council of the tribal chiefs, to find out what was going on in her little empire. Obviously she'd have to have a throne somewhere, preferably outside in a shaded glen, someplace where the breezes were always cool. Even so, she'd make sure to have two slaves, one to either side of her, fanning her gently. Perhaps as she received the reports of the chiefs, one of them would talk of skirmishes with a neighboring empire. Maybe he'd even have tribute, or slaves to present. She smiled to herself as she imagined some burly chief presenting her with a captured warrior, some heavily muscled stud for her to use as a sex toy. She smiled and imagined herself rising from her throne, freezing the prisoner in place with a gesture, to stride down to him, to look him over in detail. She could just imagine the look of shock and helplessness in his eyes as he found he couldn't move, as she ran her paws over the bulge beneath his loincloth. After some teasing, she'd probably pull the loincloth free, for all to see how well endowed he was. And he would be, too; in her fantasy, he'd be hung like a stallion. She'd grin and stroke him until he was hard, embarrassment shining in his eyes for him to be so used in front of the entire court. She'd stroke and tease him, finally kneeling before him to add her tongue to his "tortures", until he finally came, spurting out his white cum. She'd let it fall to the floor, glob after glob, and then she'd turn to the crowd make some quip about what a fine sex toy he'd make. Then she'd thank the chief that had presented him with a kiss. Sending the stud away to be "made ready for her" she'd finish her business with the court and then adjourn to something a little more relaxing.
Marla shifted a little in the water, the ripples fanning out and then rebounding from the far walls, and from the tub's other occupants. Her paw was still moving softly between her thighs as she daydreamed. Returning to her dreams, she thought perhaps she'd take a hunting party into the woods, to stop at a stream-fed mountain pool for a swim. She could just imagine the party, perhaps two or three young bucks to escort her. She'd have a bow, and a quiver of arrows, and in the fashion of barbarians, be wearing but a loincloth. The forest would be cool, and dark, and their hunt fruitless by the time they found the rocky mountain pool, nestled between steep slopes. She'd drop her loincloth and the bow and quiver, and find a suitable rock, to dive into the cool dark waters, the admiring eyes of her companions following her graceful dive. The others would follow her into the water, and after some swimming, they'd find a rock in the middle of the pool, in dappled sunlight, to stretch out and rest. Excited by the, um, yes, three; three males laying near her, she'd cast a spell, and slowly, one by one, they'd be drawn to her, to nuzzle her, to lick and caress ... she'd roll one over on his back, sitting astride him, teasing him with her sex until he was rock hard, and then she'd impale herself on his cock. One of the others would come up behind her, to lift her tail, to slowly work his cock into her ass; she always loved that, the combined sensations making her feel sooo full, every little motion magnified. The third would look hurt and left out, until she motioned him over, to take his cock in her mouth. She'd let them make love to her, and love them back in return until she'd had a half dozen climaxes, and then she'd break the spell ... and allow them to cum. After resting they'd continue the hunt, and of course, her magic would bring them a splendid buck, which she'd kill.
That night they'd have a feast. There would be dancers and entertainment, and she'd sit at the head of the table, and eat what she'd killed, and all the dishes that had been prepared, acting like, being treated like the royalty she was ... And that night she'd have the newly captured slave brought to her bedchamber, to be tied spread-eagled to her bed, and there he'd learn what it meant to be a slave to Queen Marla ...
Marla sighed and stroked herself under the water, dreaming of all the things she'd do to the poor captive; how she'd drain him of every drop of jism in his poor body, and how he'd writhe in ecstasy under her ministrations, and her magic. As she daydreamed, she moaned, and then gasped, the results of her strokings plain to all who cared to look. And at this unfortunate instance, one of the guards was indeed looking. Striding over, he grabbed Marla by the hair to pull her from the tub. He looked at her in amazement for a second, Marla actually blushing and averting her eyes at his scrutiny. Lifting his head he called, "Hey Eddie! Phil! Got one over here that hasn't had enough yet today ... and with that, poor Marla was dragged off to "entertain" the guards ...
Trouble chuckled as she watched Marla dragged off, wondering if she was going to her punishment, or to her reward? And I thought the conditioning had been effective on ME ...Trouble chuckled to herself.
Sapphire watched as everyone settled back into the water, after the guards had made off with Marla. She smiled to herself as she watched the ass of the dripping she-wolf sway, as the guards dragged her off. With a sigh she turned her attentions inward once again, back to her own daydream. Sapphire's hobby, before she had so rudely been incarcerated in the Academy, had been writing, and she missed not being able to jot down the stories, the plot lines and neat ideas that she'd had. Her fondest wish was to merely have the time, the opportunity, to put down on paper some of the wonderful stories that were burning through her mind ... She'd seen so many arousing things here (as well as so many terrifying things) that she felt sure she could win a prize for her fiction. With a smile, she remembered that first day in the Introduction to Lesbian Sex class. She'd been amused by the play of emotions on the faces of the new slaves, so many of them not yet having learned how to hide their reactions. Some had been revolted, some timid and shy, some passive and withdrawn, and some, like her, excited. Such powerful emotions! And the horror of the Introduction to Bondage class; of being hogtied tightly, gagged, and just left to suffer. She hated being tied, immobile, and felt that she could relate the horror of the situation brilliantly. Oh, and the first time she'd tasted the crop! Such torment! The words cried out to be written. She wished for nothing more than a quiet day, a cozy room, a pot of tea, and the opportunity to write her heart out. Later, perhaps that evening, she would dress, and go out to her favorite club, to get a bite to eat, something to drink, and possibly some companionship. Smiling to herself, she pictured the range of partners she might select from. There had been that lady bear a few weeks ago, powerful and demanding, and yet so gentle at the same time. There'd been the otteress, so brave and daring, willing to try anything, and so full of the joy of life ... Ah, but then there'd been the tigress.
Sapphire had first seen her standing at the bar, the black halter dress accentuating her form, its back plunging daringly to a sharp vee, ending just below her tail. Their eyes had met, and she'd smiled at Sapphire, and at that moment the kitty had known she'd been selected as the tigress' prey for the evening. The stalking was subtle, a few words of introduction, the search for a secluded table, a few friendly drinks as they talked about art, and weather, and the possibility of mutual acquaintances and friends. She'd been from out of town, passing through on business, and Sapphire knew that it would probably be this night only, but still ... They'd gone back to her place, kissing hungrily almost as soon as the door had slammed closed. A trail of discarded clothes was left behind as they moved to the bedroom, where rough feline tongues were applied to sensitive places. They'd made love a half dozen times through the night, in the bed, in the living room, in the shower ..... and finally the cab had arrived to take her away ... Yes, Sapphire thought to herself with a smile, I'd choose an evening with that one, as the ending to my perfect day... I wonder where she is now?
Trouble was having difficulty. She understood Kayla's challenge all too well, having many times in her stay thus far at the Academy wished to be elsewhere. Anywhere else. It seemed she had a penchant for either misunderstanding instructions, or somehow not complying fully with them, to the annoyance of her instructors. They felt that she was living up to her nickname fully, and while she didn't exactly lead the "student body" in disciplines or punishments received, well, she was on the short list. It was just that every concept she considered came up lacking somehow ...
The first thing she thought of was to go shopping, with an unlimited budget ... Some fantastical shopping mall, with every kind of store. As she cruised the mall in her mind, she found herself stopping into this clothier, or that lingerie shop, looking over the dresses and silky underthings, and even when she tried something on in her mind, they were never quite to her satisfaction. The electronics boutique also held many wonders, things in the past that she would have loved to have had ... but somehow reality kept creeping in, telling her that she would never be able to keep something like that, now, or in whatever life the future held for her. Finally she resigned herself to the fact that a slave, especially a sex slave, just didn't need clothes, and somehow, with that in the back of her mind, the joy had gone out of it.
Next she considered a lazy day at the beach. While she'd grown up in space, there had been the rare "vacation" to some resort, and beaches somehow had always figured prominently ... She smiled to herself and envisioned herself, nude on a beach blanket, laying there in the warm sun, the sound of the sea in the background, idly watching the furrs stroll along the shore. She smiled and imagined three boys coming along the shore towards her, one of them glancing over at her, to catch her eye. He'd smile, perhaps give a small wave. In her mind's eye, he'd be tall, and well muscled, and of course well hung ... and at that point she shook her head. The conditioning again ... The debate raged within herself for a few moments.
OF COURSE you'd check him out; you always did!
Yeah, but not with a hunger like that!
Oh, come off it, you always had a healthy appetite! You were completely normal in that regard!
Hunger? More like I'm starving these days! Six "lovers" today, if you can call it that, and I'm STILL thinking about sex? That's NOT a "healthy appetite!"
It is if your life depends on it! No one here knows, or will say what happens to "students" that fail their finals! Besides, you can't fight the conditioning! All the instructors say so. Can't be erased, can't be ignored, can't be turned off, girl; you might as well just lay back and enjoy it, 'cause this is it for the rest of your life!
NO WAY! Gotta be a way out, a way around it. There's got to be a way to escape ....
Trouble sighed and tried a different approach. The food at the Academy was generally considered to be healthy, but unpalatable. It'd keep your coat shiny, give you all the vitamins needed, but was tailored to each furr, to make sure they didn't gain weight. Those that didn't want to eat were force fed, and that was not pretty to watch. Trouble found that she never quite got enough to eat, that she was always still hungry. I guess someone somewhere thinks cheetahs are supposed to be lean, she grumbled to herself. Sighing, she thought about food. A buffet of all her favorite things, and no restrictions on how much she could eat. She was just sitting down to a plate heaped full, when she realized her mouth was watering in reality. With a sigh she dismissed that dream too. No point in teasing yourself ...
Trouble's mind danced over her memories of college for a few moments, examining them, and then rejecting them. Times there just had not been good enough to form the basis for a good daydream...
Perhaps a night on the town, she thought to herself. Going dancing with friends. Some posh nightclub. Trouble sighed and in her life had only been in such places a time or two, but thought maybe that's what she needed; something comparatively exotic. She grinned and imagined the harsh lighting, the loud noises, and the writhing bodies. Hmmmmmm, yes, writhing bodies... That dude looks good ... Oh, and that one, the black panther, look at how he seems to flicker in and out of existence with the flash of the strobes ... He looks delicious ... Again Trouble smiled to herself and shook her head. There goes the conditioning again ...
As she settled back into the water, Trouble sighed. Tired, she thought to herself. Never enough sleep here. And sleeping on straw! Urrrrrrrrr. She smiled and thought of a big soft bed, of sleeping late, of not having to get up for anything. Hmmmmmmmmmm yessss. And someone to cuddle with. Her father had always told her that a person needed three things to be happy. "Something to do, someone to love, and something to dream about." Yes, she thought to herself, That's my daydream. A warm bed, with someone to love. Things to do, but not right now. Things to dream about as we cuddle. The sex can wait, and when it comes, it will be true lovemaking, not just fucking, but right now, just a loving cuddle. Someone to love, someone who loves me....
Trouble had almost
fallen asleep, in that gray area where it's difficult to distinguish dreams
from reality ... Warm and safe in the arms of her lover. And then the guards
started shouting for them to get up, get out of the baths, and move to the drying
grids. With a sigh, Trouble lifted herself from the water, to move to one of
the wooden gratings in the floor. After a moment, a small hurricane of hot air
emerged from the floor, blowing over her and the other girls. Trouble rubbed
at herself, working the moisture from her fur, and then bent over to dangle
her hair in the stream of hot air. When she was reasonably dry, she stepped
off, to stand patiently in the indicated coffle, waiting for the guards to chain
her to the girl in front, and behind. As they marched of towards the kennels,
Trouble did her best to hold to her daydream, to remember ... And she vowed
to herself, someday she'd make it come true.
She'd have something to do, something to dream about .... and someone to love.
End of Chapter 7