The door to her cell was still open. Gabriel stepped aside when he reached it and turned to Krissy.
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered. Krissy obeyed and stayed in place until he gave her a rough nudge with his foot.
“Get in there, bitch,” he growled. Krissy wanted desperately to get up and run, but where could she possibly run to? She’d seen security cameras in all the strategic locations, even in the baths, and knew that any move she made would be seen. She could run, but it wouldn’t do any good. They would only catch her again, and then what? She crawled into her cell. Gabriel followed, shutting the solid outer door behind him.
“Get on the pad.” He pointed to the mat Krissy had noted earlier. Once again, she obeyed. Gabriel walked slowly around her. She didn’t dare to look up at him.
“You’re a bit old for this,” he commented as he kept circling her. “I like them to be eighteen or nineteen, young and fresh and inexperienced. They’re a lot more pliable then. Some of them even become quite anxious to please. It’s very sweet to have a pretty young girl beg to be allowed to serve.”
Krissy kept her head down. She didn’t know where he was going with this, and she didn’t really care. Whatever he intended to do to her, she wished he would just do it and get it over with.
“But someone expressed an interest in you, you little blonde bitch,” Gabriel went on. “You’ve got those big, natural tits and that pretty, round ass, and you’re a natural blonde as well. I warned him that you were spoiled goods, and a lesbian to boot, but that only made him the more intent on possessing you. So now it is my job to train you and prepare you for your life as a slave. I don’t like it, but I will do it. Either you will learn to obey, or you will be discarded. Do you understand me, bitch?”
“Yes, Master,” Krissy’s voice quavered. She didn’t like the sound of that word ‘discarded’ at all.
“Good. Now, get down on your elbows and spread your legs wide.”
Krissy obeyed, feeling shamed and hopeless. Her tormentor continued walking around her.
“This is the pose you will assume any time a man enters your cell,” he said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You will remain in that position until the man mounts you or orders you to assume some other position. Do you understand that, bitch?”
“Yes, Master.” Inwardly, Krissy felt a smoldering anger. She didn’t dare to show it, though.
“Good. You look very appealing that way. Completely exposed and properly submissive. Now, get up on your knees and put your hands behind you.”
“Yes, Master.” Krissy did as she was told. Gabriel stopped and stood in front of her, his feet apart and his hands on his hips. She kept her eyes fixed on his shoes.
“Spread your knees apart,” he ordered. “No, further.”
Krissy felt her face burning with shame as she complied. She knew exactly what this pose would be for, and the thought turned her stomach.
“Good,” Gabriel said. There was an annoying smugness in his voice, as if he was very pleased with himself.
“This is the pose you will assume any time that you are told to kneel. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Krissy wished that this could all be over soon. Five minutes ago would have been good.
“Right now you are fit only to be taken from behind, like a bitch in heat, or to use your mouth to give men pleasure,” Gabriel said. “I am sure that you understand that.”
Krissy wasn’t sure if that called for an answer or not. She decided to play it safe. “Yes, Master,” she said, her head bowed.
“Now get on your back and put your hands over your head.”
Now she wanted to balk and tell him where he could go. She couldn’t quite bring herself to do it, but it was enough to make her hesitate just a little too long. She never saw the slap coming. The impact of it snapped her head around. She fell over onto her side, bringing up her hands to ward off another blow. It didn’t come.
“When you are told to do something, bitch, you will do it! Immediately!” Gabriel roared. Half-stunned and completely scared, Krissy put herself on her back and raised her hands over her head.
“Part your knees and raise them!” Gabriel roared again. Whimpering, Krissy obeyed. She kept her eyes closed, wondering if he was going to slap her again, or kick her, or something. She was certainly positioned for sex now.
“Better,” Gabriel said, sounding calm again. “You may be trainable after all. Now, back into the first position, quickly!” Krissy scrambled back onto her knees and elbows, knees spread.
“Good. Stay like that until I tell you to move again.”
She heard him walk away and out of her cell. She waited for some time before she dared to look. She was positioned with her pussy pointing straight at the still-open doorway so that anyone could look in and see her, but there was no one there. Was this some kind of test? She suspected that it was, and the recent memory of that slap was enough to keep her still.