Lara Swift is Colonized Ch. 04

The entire time, Miss Galkowska fussed over Lara's body absentmindedly, running a hand along her smooth calves, or tracing her fingers across her collar. She would occasionally stroke one of Lara's tattoos, and it always seemed to shut down the girl's thinking no matter how much she tried to maintain her indignation. The patches on top of Lara's tattoos felt a little itchy. She strongly believed they were leeching some kind of chemical into her body - although she had never smoked cigarettes, Lara had reason to believe these were nicotine patches. Something about their interaction with her tattoos seemed to get her very high - a pleasant buzz that she liked more than she cared to admit.

Lara didn't bother objecting to the woman's hands running all over her body, even though she despised such casual objectification. Miss Galkowska didn't ask Lara to make her own introduction, but instead jumped right into that day's 'lesson plan.'

"My pet will write a sentence on the chalkboard, and we will do our grammar exercises!"

The Polish woman leaned too close to Lara's ear and whispered something that didn't bear repeating - it made the girl blush to even hear it one-on-one! Nor did the harridan allow any argument, instead handing Lara a thick white stylus made out to look like a short piece of chalk. As much as Lara wanted to resist this mortifying command, she felt the sting in her backside and knew the woman could do much worse. So she got to her feet and walked over to the high-tech screen that dominated the wall behind Miss Galkowska's desk.

The screen was made to look like a green chalkboard, but was actually a high-tech touch screen in a re-imagining of a bygone era. With a sigh, Lara began writing:

"She sucked his turgid cock until it spurt all over her aristocratic face."

"Now then, who is the subject of this sentence?" Miss Galkowska asked, as though it were a completely normal thing.

All of the hands went up. The teacher called on a mocha-skinned beauty, the only black girl in the group. When acknowledged, she stood to the side of her desk, curtseyed, and spoke:

"The woman, Miss Galkowska."

"Correct. Now let's try one harder. Pet, come here."

The writing on the screen vanished as Lara returned to her hated instructor, bending low so the woman could whisper something else into her ear. This one was much longer, but that wasn't the only reason Lara's mind revolted at the thought of writing it.

Miss Galkowska said something to the effect of, "I, Lara Rabynya, hereby relinquish my title as the Lady of Abington now and forevermore. I present it, with compliments, to Mrs. Karen Liao, and accept her gracious offer of employment-"

Lara pulled away, and glared at the horrid woman. Miss Galkowska met her gaze quite easily, and gave her a calculated look in return as though to say, "well, what's keeping you?" The room was uncomfortably quiet.

"Pet, I wasn't finished giving you the sentence," the Polish woman said in a menacing tone. "If you don't get back down here right now, I will have you do it in line-writing a hundred times on the board. And if you make one small mistake, you will start again from the very first. After a vicious spanking, of course. Well, what will it be?"

It was an impossible decision. Lara couldn't bear the thought of it; this was crossing the line and the teacher knew it.

It was a moment of clarity for the Tomb Liberator. All of a sudden, she took a step back and saw how precarious and desperate her situation was. Here she was, trapped deep inside of a fiendish prison with no hope of escape. She was dressed like a fetishist's wildest imagination of an errant schoolgirl, and about to write about surrendering her entire life to a sadistic bitch who would punish her at the drop of a hat! This was it. She had to resist, even if just to prove to herself that she still could.

Lara neatly put the chalk onto the teacher's desk. She held her head high, and spoke loudly so that the entire class could hear.

"I refuse."

"You will wish you hadn't," Miss Galkowska said. Then she turned towards the students.

"Class, please stand in line to go to the washroom. And Lara, please follow me to detention."

Even through her weakened vision, Lara could see the students recoil at the word 'detention.' It undercut her confidence significantly. She darted her eyes across the desk for anything she could use to get the collar from her neck, but found nothing. With all the pride she could muster, Lara tottered after the teacher in her platform heels, hoping to at least show some dignity for the benefit of her classmates. They didn't appreciate her efforts; and the looks on their faces made Lara wonder if she would ever see them again!

Nurse Cerys was waiting for her out in the hallway, clearly feeling bad for the girl as they marched in silence to a room towards nearer to the doctor's office.

There was a table inside, covered in restraint gear.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The hard way involves your shock collar," Miss Galkowska said.

"Step out of your heels please, and set your eyeglasses on the table."

Lara did as she was told, but she found the gear quite intimidating. Nurse Cerys removed all of Lara's clothing, and began dressing her in very stringent bondage equipment. The first piece was an ornate armbinder that drew her shoulder blades painfully close to one another as her elbows came close to touching. Next were sleek latex cuffs that went around her ankles, with D rings installed in the fronts and backs. Then, the nurse put a gag around the lower half of Lara's face. It had a hard tube-like protrusion that went behind the Tomb Liberator's teeth, custom fit in such a way that it prevented her from biting down on her tongue or spitting the thing out.

She felt incredibly vulnerable stripped in the nude in front of these women, wearing such heavy restraints that she couldn't dream of fighting back. Pinpricks of fear darted up and down her spine as the nurse approached the wall and made a panel slide back, revealing a very small chamber whose inside was coated in a slippery pink material.

"You will need to climb in here now," Nurse Cerys said.

Lara was in disbelief. The space was so tiny that she would have to contort herself into a ball to fit! She had no room to argue here, though, and felt a little zap in her collar that indicated that if she didn't obey, they would just stun her and force her in there. Lara awkwardly approached the space, attempting to fold her long legs in such a way to get her body inside that tiny cell.

It was a tight squeeze, to say the least. The pink material was slippery and soft like some kind of water bed, and had the feel of slick alien flesh rubbing against her own. Nurse Cerys connected Lara's restraints to two small slots in the wall: one behind her head, and another near her feet via two lengths of cables. She was truly trapped now, and as she looked into the larger room she felt a sort of claustrophobia come on. Nurse Cerys hooked an undeniably phallic tube up to Lara's gag that came down from somewhere in the ceiling - she was unable to spit it out.

Miss Galkowska approached with a syringe filled with a neon green material, and Lara shook her head to plead with the woman.

"Hold still, pet. If you fidget and make me miss, it will be worse for you, better for me."

This chilled Lara's bones as the woman spread apart her virgin lips, prodding her a little too much in an apparent search to locate her clit! It took another firm warning to get Lara to hold still as the woman deftly jabbed the needle into her most sensitive spot, unloading its entire contents into Lara.

Lara cried out in pain, biting against the hard rubber that was invading her mouth. She wrenched her shoulders in their sockets, but her arms remained securely pinioned behind her back. The agony was mind blowing - it felt like a wasp had stung her right on her clitoris!

"Mmmmph!!"

Miss Galkowska watched with rapt attention as the girl struggled against her bonds. She was enjoying this, clearly.

"It's a modified form of vespid venom," Miss Galkowska explained, "VERY long-lasting. The pain should wear off for the most part, but then it gives way to a horrendous itching sensation. The itching sensation does not lessen over time, but gets worse unless you scratch yourself. If you behave yourself, we will give you something to scratch it on."

Lara barely heard the woman's snarky comments. She was practically going mad from the frustrated desire to rub her poor clit, to soothe the maddening pain that was the limit of her world right now. She rubbed her knees together and bucked her hips, but it barely did anything to help. Then they shut the door, and Lara was in pitch black with her clit stinging so bad it made her stomach churn.

"Mmmmph! Hlp! Ill wr'te 't!" she cried out, but it was too late.

Was it Lara's imagination, or was her entire cell going down like she was in some kind of elevator? What could be worse?! Now even if she miraculously managed to free herself and somehow found a way to open the door, what would she find? Grinding gears, maybe? Or a stone wall?

Her cell seemed to reach its lowest level, but then began moving on a horizontal axis, as though she were traveling down an assembly line. She stopped somewhere beneath that terrible asylum, but all she could do was scoot her toned butt back and forth across the slick floor, trying in vain to relieve the pain in her love button.

A screen in the wall jumped to life, bathing Lara's nude body in a hot pink light. It was Miss Galkowska on the other side.

"You are in detention because you were a bad girl, Lara. It's fine to have a little spirit - you can give me a mean look here and there - but you need to obey me. Now, when you get out of here, I'm going to make you write those lines a hundred times anyway. Not only that, but I'm going to have you proofread and sign a mock legal agreement authorizing the transfer of your title to Mrs. Liao. And, to curb your needless pride, you will need to act out begging Mrs. Liao to take you on as her lowliest servant. Nothing will be beneath you, Lara - you will use your arrogant tongue to get her off if her husband doesn't do the job, which he never does."

"He never wears a condom, either."

Lara shook her head.

There were vents that Lara hadn't noticed until this moment and they began blowing hot air into her little cell. Hot, humid air: the place became like a steam chamber rather suddenly and rivulets of sweat ran down her teenage body, adding to her torment. Her mind was in total disarray: pain swirled with the mental image of herself as a sex slave for this terrible woman.

"I will give you one gift, on the understanding that you will study your lines while you're in here."

An object appeared on the screen - it looked like a floppy, knobbly dildo that was limp and folded over itself.

"This will appear in the floor of your cell. You can use it to itch yourself down there."

As absurd and offensive as the idea of humping a limp dildo was, Lara was in truly dire straits right now. It looked like it would do the job nicely. Already the pain was subsiding and an itch was building between her legs.

"Now, get to work!"

A sex toy emerged from a slot in the floor , and Lara practically dove onto the rubber phallus. As soon as her clit touched it, she was moaning in delight as she could finally scratch the worst itching sensation she had felt in her life.

Words flashed up on the screen:

"I, Lara Rabynya, hereby relinquish my title as the Lady of Abington now and forevermore. I present it, with compliments, to Mrs. Karen Liao, and beg Her Ladyship to take me on as her lowliest servant. I am not worthy of this honor. To make up for my crime against Mrs. Liao, I will devote myself to her comfort and pleasure."

Lara fervently humped the dildo as best she could in spite of all her ridiculous restraints, reading and committing to memory the most demeaning thing she had ever seen in her life.

"Mrphgh!" Lara cried out as the dildo snaked back down the little slot it came from, hiding away from her needful body.

The itching started up again, even worse now for being half-satisfied. The screen flashed a striking reddish-pink color, like a sunset over a forest fire that Lara would learn to associate with frustration, failure, and fear of defeat.

"Oh, that's the other thing," Miss Galkowska said.

"We have cameras in there that can read your micro-expressions. Right now you are showing contempt and disgust. But if you want to keep your little toy, I need to see sadness, fear and acceptance."

Lara shut her eyes, as the totality of her predicament sunk in. Even here, they used the carrot and stick to get her to comply with their awful wishes. She knew she would do anything to scratch herself again, even if it meant tolerating this abuse. The itching was too terrible to withstand.

"The body can't fake micro-expressions. The only way to get your toy back is if you truly believe the words on the screen. I suggest you visualize yourself as her servant: massaging her aching feet, or licking her flower. The smartscreen should have prepared your imagination for this - just think of everything you've seen so far, and we will try again."

There wasn't a 'micro-expression' of disgust on Lara's face, but a full-on petulant glare. Her teacher's cruelty was unfathomable. She was turning Lara against herself, and it was working. Already, the weaker part of Lara's mind was offering up excuses for going along with this - and the itching only seemed to get worse the longer she put off her surrender.

She kept her resolution for an admirable amount of time, but it didn't accomplish much and it seemed to sap her willpower all the while. When she finally allowed herself to imagine living as a meek servant girl, the mental images flooded through her mind so quickly she couldn't tell one from another. Lara was scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees, or passing trays at the sorts of dinner parties she used to be invited to as an honored guest.

The more detailed her visions became, and the more often she pictured each scenario, the less disgusting they seemed to her. Except for when she imagined touching Mrs. Liao's feet, or going down on her. No matter how many times she imagined doing these things, they filled her with revulsion.

The dildo appeared again, and Lara groaned in relief as she dove onto it, her entire body singing with joy. Then the text appeared on the screen again, and Lara read it, praying that she wouldn't betray herself by showing how offensive it was to her. What a relief it was, when her sex toy stayed there!

"Well, you are not one hundred percent there, but you have made a lot of progress," came Miss Galkowska's voice, "so I will let you keep it for now."

The screen switched over to a shot of the asylum again.

This must have been the washroom. Lara's classmates had all paired up, and were apparently doing some kind of foot grooming. One girl was seated on a hard plastic chair, while her partner cut her nails, filed them to a pretty shape, then used a pumice paddle to exfoliate the skin on her soles. Corrine was conspicuously absent; she must have been the one filming this.

The camera paid special attention to the basins of water at each girl's feet, which were made of clear plastic so that Lara could see the exfoliated skin, nail cuttings, and cuticle trimmings that the technicians had removed from each girls' feet. She felt a fresh wave of revulsion as she saw these things - her innate dislike of feet making itself known. When one girl finished her duties, she took the plastic basin over to a sink and presented it to the camera for a closer inspection.

"Now, there is a serious risk of dehydration while you stay in that chamber, and we hate to waste things in this facility. So, to kill two birds with one stone, you will drink the foot bath water from each of your classmates! This one is from Lexi."

Lara screamed into her gag; there was nothing more vile than this. She had seen nails floating in that brackish water - along with worse things. She tensed and flexed each muscle in her body, trying to escape what came next. It was pointless. Soon, the water came down the tube, which Lara blocked with her tongue at the last moment. She could taste its salty sweet flavor, and it nearly made her wretch.

"Lara, you should know by now that if you don't drink that, you will be in for worse things."

She knew the woman wasn't bluffing, but she couldn't bring herself to unstop the gag. Even though she could feel nail cuttings rest against her tongue, and she was starting to get thirsty, she just couldn't do it.

Miss Galkowska sighed, and Lara's electric collar sprang to life, zapping the poor girl. Her tongue recoiled backwards, allowing the an entire mouthful of water into her swelling cheeks. It was devastating to her ego - every part of her mind recoiled from the foot gunk that was filling her mouth. She thought of how far she had fallen - once eating healthy organic fare, but now eating gruel and drinking water from womens' pedicure basins mixed with the gunk scraped from their bare feet.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she began the odious task of swallowing all the water, feeling nail cuttings tickle her throat as they went down. One got caught on her tooth, and she had to loosen it with her tongue. She grimaced as she felt its hard, sharp texture against her cheek. There was no time to rest; then next girl dumped her foot basin in, and Lara didn't even try to resist anymore. Instead, she gulped it all down as quickly as possible.

She felt broken, pushed past all her limits. The institution had made her do something she would never have done for any reason before. She was made to confront her phobia in such a way that its power over her increased a million-fold and she gained practically nothing for it. There was still much to swallow, and she felt bloated by the time the last girl had dumped her basin down the drain that led to her mouth. Lara felt like she was in some awful womb, and being fed only the things that would devastate her spirit and debase her ego. But it wasn't over.

Miss Galkowska appeared with a bedpan filled with urine. She perched it on the edge of the sink, and motioned for the camera to give Lara a clear view of its contents.

"Listen, pet," the woman began.

"As your punishment for not drinking the foot bath sooner, you must drink some of my urine. I have mixed some of your own in there, too, so it's fair. I want you to drink this right away, without a moment's hesitation. If you don't... well, you will be draining each of these girls' bedpans for the next month."

The woman poured the hot, steaming liquid down the tube that ended in Lara's aristocratic mouth. She didn't have time to think - as much as she wanted to comply, her body overrode her rational mind and she reflexively stuck her tongue to block the pipe. It was only for a moment.

She immediately withdrew her tongue and felt her entire mouth fill with the hot, salty, bitter fluid. There was quite a lot of it, to Lara's dismay, but she swallowed it all in spite of how full she felt and how disgusting this was. She was worried she would throw up, but kept a hold of herself and soon the stuff was mostly gone. Except for a tiny rivulet that seemed to drop into her mouth for a while after the main body of fluid was drained away. It must have been trickling down the pipe more slowly.

Lara was panicked - would Miss Galkowska even notice that she had hesitated, just for a moment? They had sensors that could pick up her tiniest expressions - they must have noticed. She couldn't do this again - she just couldn't!

"Mm, well, you did an acceptable job. I won't make you drink from your classmates' urine pans," Miss Galkowska said.