Training (2)

“Do you know anything about the s*x slaves of Seyeon?”

I swallowed hard as Cane stared at me, waiting for my response. Reluctantly, I nodded. Every citizen of the empire knew about Seyon’s s*x slaves. Slavery still existed in Seyon, and the s*x slaves were the most famous among them.

They were renowned for their exceptional looks and obedience. However, little was publicly known about how the Kingdom of Seyon managed and produced its s*x slave market.

I had never visited Seyon either. The citizens of Arkel subtly scorned and looked down on Seyon as barbarians, making the kingdom even more isolated from other nations.

I had never held any particular grudge against Seyon, but that might change after today.

“Most slaves are either orphans or women who want to make a lot of money. Once they’re assigned to a broker, the pimps train them for a long time. There’s nothing special about it. The women who get a master are trained to wet themselves the moment their master’s hand touches them, while those without a master are turned into bodies that are constantly in heat, aroused 24/7.”

I wanted to cover my ears. Even though it wasn’t cold, my body kept shaking. It felt like I had a fever.

“Now here’s a question! How do you think a slave can wet herself just by touching her master?”

Cane asked in a seemingly cheerful voice. I didn’t look in his direction. Instead, I stared up at the ceiling, shaking with fear. My eyes were glued to the plain grey wall as if it were my lifeline, unable to look away.

“You’re not having fun, are you? Shall I skip the explanation and get straight to the real thing?”

I jumped at his subtle threat and shook my head quickly. Forcing myself to turn towards Cane, my eyes met his dark gaze. Tears welled up, threatening to overflow.

Theo’s chiseled face was the same as always, but the change in his demeanor made him seem like a completely different person.

“I’m curious, Cane. Please, explain to me.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

My voice trembled. I had already lost my composure.

“When I’m nice enough to explain things and you start ignoring me, it hurts my feelings.” Cane said with a wide grin.

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking of an answer.” I replied, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Really? Then why don’t you tell me your answer, Doctor? What did you come up with?”

I was nervous. What was the question again? Trying to keep my expression neutral, I remembered.

How were Seyon’s s*x slaves trained to ‘wet themselves’ at the mere touch of their master?

I knew the answer. The reason Seyon’s s*x slaves were so infamous was that they were brainwashed to respond only to their master’s touch. Magic was also involved.

Medical students found magic fascinating, and I was no exception. Magic wasn’t great. It didn’t produce dramatic effects, but it acted as a form of energy to increase efficiency in certain tasks. There were many supernatural phenomena in the world that science couldn’t explain, and magic, with its well-established academic framework, was one of the most solidly understood supernatural forces.

In Arkel, magic was rejected. Centuries ago, during the witch hunts, many skilled practitioners were burned at the stake, simply because they were thought to bring bad luck. The unknown and the unseen always seemed to cause fear and anxiety.

“Magic… I heard they train them with magic,” I answered.

“See? You are a doctor.”

Cane clapped his hands, clearly enjoying himself.

“But how do they use magic for training? It’s just energy that increases efficiency, right?”

“Exactly. It just speeds up the addiction process during repetitive training. It also helps brainwash them, making them more sensitive to their master’s scent. But even small amounts of help, when used consistently, can create a huge synergy.”

“I see. How did you come to know all this? Were you originally from Seyon?”

I tried to steer the conversation in another direction.

“I’m from Arkel, but I’ve moved from place to place.”

“It was the war, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“There were three Imperial Wars in all. Which one did you fight in?”

Cane looked at me with an unreadable expression.

“You really have a knack for changing the subject.”

“I’m not trying to change the subject. I really want to know more about you, Cane.”

Kane waved dismissively, as if he’d had enough, and lifted the wires connected to the device.

“The main unit runs on magic. While it’s electrically charged, over 90% of its power comes from magic. As energy flows through the wires, the patch targets latent erogenous zones in the body, increasing and developing sensitivity there. It’s simple: once applied, the area becomes more sensitive”.

That was the last thing I wanted to hear, and I certainly didn’t want that bizarre patch anywhere near my body.

“Cane, please… let’s stop this.”

I began to plead with him again.

“Magic devices are incredibly expensive. I don’t know if you know that. This device is something that only three of the largest slave markets in Seyon have. It wasn’t easy to get.”

He ignored my plea without a second thought.

“Once the master’s fingerprint is registered in the main device, the body will only respond to the master’s touch.”

“Is that what you want?”

“It’s what Theo wants.”

He replied with a mischievous grin, clearly intending to torment me – and it worked. The realization that Theo had tacitly agreed to this filled me with a crushing sense of despair.

“I will hate you and resent you. I will never forgive this… this twisted, immoral—!”

“Shh, shh. Enough with the chatter now.”

Cane murmured, pressing his large hand over my mouth. His hand was so big, it covered my entire face, and it felt cold against my skin.

“Now you see, this isn’t torture, right? You must understand it’s something that has to be done.”

I shook my head violently, trying to shake off his hand, but all that did was make him grip tighter.

“Honestly, I’ve never been this gentle before.” he mused, tilting his head in an almost curious manner.

A shiver ran down my spine and tears began to flow uncontrollably. Every part of my body screamed to kick him out, to fight, but I was frozen, unable to move. Fear paralyzed me.

“Make a choice. If you comply with the training quietly, I won’t tie your legs. I don’t want to suppress you.” Cane said with a sickening calm.

Suppressing me? He was already doing that in every possible way. Who else was forcing me into silence, blocking my every movement? I could feel the tears streaming down the side of my face as I clenched my eyes shut tightly.

“Then I’ll take that as silent agreement,” he added.

Cane’s hand finally lifted from my mouth and I gasped for air, my lips trembling. He walked over to the strange black device and flicked a silver switch to turn it on. His movements were quick and familiar as if he had done this countless times before. He entered his fingerprint into the system and manipulated the dimly lit screen with practiced ease.

“Cane, you said you were only hired by Theo. You hate him, so why do you obediently follow his orders? That’s not what you want. You want to defeat him, right? I’m the key to defeating Theo. Talk to me now. Let’s discuss this.”

Recalling how sensitive Cane was about Theo’s existence, I made one final desperate attempt. It seemed to have some effect as Cane’s brow furrowed slightly, but that was all.

Having completed the on-screen adjustments, Cane pressed the glowing Enter button at the bottom. As soon as he did, the patch lit up with a flickering blue light. It was a terrifying sight.

Without hesitation, Cane quickly pulled up my t-shirt, exposing my pale skin to the air. My br*ast, which no one but Theo had ever seen, was suddenly exposed.

“Evil!!”

I instinctively kicked out, thrashing wildly. But Cane quickly grabbed my ankles. Despite my best efforts, my legs were easily caught in his grip. He didn’t stop there. He forced my legs down onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

“Let me go!!”

“Be quiet, I don’t want to hurt you,”

Cane growled through clenched teeth, his voice low and chilling.

His weight pressed down on my legs, pinning them in place, and every part of my body that came into contact with his solid body ached. The places where he had grabbed my ankles throbbed as if I had been struck with a hard object, even though I had only been held for a brief moment.

The pain made me wince, but I froze, realizing that struggling would only make me hurt.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t move.”

Cane grumbled irritably as he hovered over me, his body hovering with a terrifying weight. I gasped for breath under the overwhelming pressure and fear.

“Stop, please… Theo, please…”

I whimpered, crying out for Theo in desperation.

“Theo, again.”

Cane let out an amused chuckle and lifted my shirt to my neck, exposing my bare br*ast. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the weight of his gaze on my body. Goosebumps crawled up my skin.

“Your br*ast… it’s beautiful.” 

Cane’s words pierced the air like a cruel taunt. I summoned all my strength and tried to escape his grip, but every attempt only brought more pain. The metal cuffs rattled against the bed frame with each struggle, and a sharp sting shot through my left wrist where the metal had dug into my skin.

Unable to face the reality of the situation, I closed my eyes tightly and held my breath as if that would make it all go away. How could I fight this? I knew from the start that this was a battle I had no chance of winning.