Collar Girls - Erotic Capture Ch. 02.1

Collar Girls - Erotic Capture

Part 2 - Chapter 1

"Captain Pyke seemed nice," Liam said.

In his peripheral vision, he could see Sofia frantically trying to wave him off from behind Sandra's back. Apparently, he wasn't saying the right thing. He ignored her. It wasn't like he could say anything that would make Sandra's mood get worse.

"Yes, he is nice," Sandra replied in a clipped voice, "He's always nice. Especially, when General Slater can't bother to be a father to his oldest daughter. He sends Pyke because he knows I like him. I won't hurt Pyke for telling me bad news. You know, things like the fact my father isn't showing up to my graduation ceremony!"

She was pissed off. It was obvious in how she was speaking, her clenched fists, and the way she was stroking the plasma pistol strapped to her thigh. She was dressed in her customary short shorts and halter top, showing plenty of naked thigh and a bare abdomen, but the pistol was new. She was wearing two large pouches on her belt, one for her collar pets and capture devices, the other for her tablet. Her lavender hair was up in a high ponytail, drawing the eye to its unusual color. Even her makeup looked angry. She wore the thick black lines around her eyes to hide the beautiful contrast of her green eyes with her lavender hair. The makeup was slanted a little more than usual today, an artificial scowl to reinforce her foul mood.

"Just don't do anything stupid, okay?" Sofia pleaded.

Sofia was wearing a long aqua dress, cut high up her thigh, with ruffles and pleats. It was attached to a toga style top of the same color that hung off one shoulder and showed a little bit of cleavage. She was wearing her pouches on her hips, similar to Sandra, but color coordinated with her outfit. Her long blonde hair hung down, over the opposite shoulder from the toga top. It was a surprisingly modest look for Sofia, but then again, this was an important day for her.

"Too late" Sandra replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sofia asked.

"You'll see. You'll probably even approve. Don't worry, it isn't bad," Sandra said with an evil grin. Despite the reassurances, Sofia looked worried.

"He brought you a nice gift," Liam said, referring to Captain Pyke. Sandra stroked the butt of the plasma pistol in response.

"That's still freaking you out, isn't it?" she asked with a smirk.

"Well, yeah!" he replied.

"It's no different than the shock wand you're carrying."

Liam looked down at the shock wand on his hip. It was a two-centimeter-wide rod, sixty centimeters long, about twice the length of his forearm. It looked like a simple cudgel, but the battery in the handle was capable of delivering a calibrated shock. He could set the charge high enough to stun a charging rhinoceros, or small enough that it wouldn't even stop a chicken. If the dial was set too high for the target, then it could be lethal, but that wasn't the intent.

"It kind of is different," Liam said, contradicting her.

"As trainers we live dangerous lives," Sandra said, "We need to be able to protect ourselves and those around us from wild animals and rogue collar pets."

"Sure, but isn't a plasma pistol a little bit of overkill? I mean, a shock wand is good for capturing animals. There isn't going to be much left to capture if you shoot it with that thing."

"Oh, hey, aren't these flowers beautiful?" Sofia said, stepping between them and gesturing to a flower bed.

She was trying to play the peacemaker, to keep them from arguing. She didn't understand that Sandra needed an outlet for her anger. Swallowing it wasn't healthy. Bickering with Liam was better than stewing on what her father did, and Liam was willing to be her outlet.

Sofia was right about one thing though. The flowers were beautiful. They lined the path leading up the hill. Carefully laid flower beds with the smaller flowers near the edges and large flowering bushes in the middle. The interlocking brick path weaved its way up the hill, never going in a straight line. At the top of the hill there was a pair of buildings, one larger than the other, both made of white marble. The larger of the two buildings was their destination, the goddess's temple.

Sofia grabbed Sandra's hand and dragged her to the edge of the path. They were facing a stand of apple trees, with the blossoms falling towards them in a light breeze. The tension in Sandra's stance seemed to melt and she leaned on her friend.

"Isn't it the wrong season for apple blossoms?" Sandra asked, some of the anger leaving her voice.

"The temple cheats," Sofia explained, "These are special trees that don't produce fruit. They just produce blossoms from spring through fall.

The two women leaned on each other, watching as the tiny pink petals fluttered through the air. It was like a gentle rain of soft color, moving with the breeze. The sight seemed to be calming Sandra. Maybe Sofia was right, girls handled anger differently.

There was a contrast between them that Liam couldn't help noticing. Sofia's clothing, makeup, and hair were all carefully chosen and applied. She was beautiful, but there was an artificial quality to her beauty. It was the beauty of a painting or artwork, very similar to the beauty of the carefully laid out grounds around them. Sandra, on the other hand, had a wild beauty to her. Her hair, makeup, and clothing weren't perfectly arrayed. There were flaws to her appearance, and the pistol on her hip added a hint of danger. Sandra's beauty had an untamed quality to it that contrasted with Sofia and the temple grounds.

The breeze died down and they went back to walking up the path. As they drew closer, there was a clear difference between the two buildings. The first was low and squat, with no windows. It was located near the edge of the hill where it gave way to cliffs leading to the seashore below. The other building was taller, with different wings and multiple floors. It had windows and statues, as well as a small courtyard surrounded by ornate fencing.

"You're going to be living here now," Sandra said to Sofia, "Are you ready for this?"

"Of course, I've been looking forward to this for years," Sofia replied enthusiastically, "The temple is a wonderful place. I'll learn so much about the Goddess. This is the start of my path towards becoming a priestess."

As if on cue, two women walked out of the squat building. They turned onto a path, heading towards a side entrance to the larger structure. The woman in the lead was wearing white robes, but the second woman was naked, all except for a black metal collar around her neck.

The skin of the woman wearing the collar glistened in the sunlight. She was walking carefully, taking care with her bare feet on the interlocking bricks. Her head was bowed submissively, a smile of contentment on her face. A leash made of red light led from her collar to the wrist of the woman in robes. It was a collar girl and her master. Both women had wet hair and looked like they recently bathed. There was a blush of arousal high on the cheeks of the collar girl. She was sexually aroused. The two women made their way into the larger building.

Sofia took the lead, apparently eager to get inside the building herself. They followed her, walking together to the front entrance. Standing above the doorway was a statue depicting the Goddess. Her form was female, but indistinct. She was standing on a seashell with a depiction of four pillars behind her.

There was no security or barriers at the entrance, so Sofia just walked inside. The entrance led to a main hallway, with multiple smaller halls branching off it. A number of women were moving around in the building, going about various tasks. It wasn't crowded, but it was active. Most of the women were wearing white robes, but a few were in street clothes. A smaller number of women were wearing collars and nothing else. Each of the collar girls had a master looking after them.

The corridors matched the outside of the building, white marble with high ceilings and decorative columns. An effort had been made to add architectural beauty to the building, but to keep it functional at the same time. There were alcoves containing cut flowers, paintings, and statuettes. Commercial grade carpeting lined the floors.

Sofia led the way deeper into the building. She was consulting her tablet while checking the room numbers that were above the doorways. She took them down a side passage, making a few turns before stopping in front of a pair of double doors, one of which was propped open. Inside the room, a couple of dozen women were sitting in a large classroom style space.

"This is it," she said, appearing to be both nervous and happy at the same time.

"I think this is as far as we go," Sandra said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small jewelry box, "Before we say goodbye, we'd like to give you a gift to remember us by."

Sofia's eyes lit up as she took the jewelry box. She glanced over at Liam and he smiled at her, feeling a weird pit in his stomach. Sofia opened the box, revealing a pair of white stud earrings. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times as she peered at them in confusion.

"Ummm, okay," she said.

"They're collar girl friendly earrings," Sandra explained, "It's jewelry that collar girls can wear. The collar considers them to be part of your body. They'll go with you into storage, just like your hair or fingernails."

Sofia's face transformed during the explanation. It was good to see her happy with the gift, but the pit in Liam's stomach didn't go away. Sofia started removing the gold hoop earrings that were in her ears, while Sandra pulled one of the white studs out of the box.

"The backings lock when you put them on," Sandra continued, "You can't take them off without tools. They're designed that way to defeat the urge you'll have to strip completely naked as a collar girl."

"That's perfect," Sofia said, reaching for the earring that Sandra was holding. Sandra didn't let her take it.

"They're the closest thing I could find to permanent jewelry. Can I lock the backing on?" Sandra asked. Sofia's eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled eagerly.

"I love that," she replied, "You put one on, and then Liam does the other one."

"Exactly," Sandra said.

She stepped up with the earring and started working on Sofia's ear. Moments later, the two girls were hugging, followed by a chaste kiss on the mouth. Sandra turned to Liam and handed him the remaining earring.

It was Liam's turn. He could feel the odd ache around his eyes as he tried his best not to cry. Sofia brushed her hair out of the way, presenting him with her ear. He fumbled a bit, unaccustomed to putting a woman's earring in her ear, but he got it in without hurting her. As the backing went on, he felt a crushing sensation under his fingertip. The backing was locked permanently in place.

"Remember," Sofia said, "This isn't goodbye forever. We're just taking a break."

"I know," he whispered, not trusting his voice.

They kissed. It wasn't a chaste kiss like the one with Sandra. Sofia's mouth opened and their tongues danced together. She hugged him as they kissed, her soft body pressing against his. He could feel the wet path of a tear as it escaped his eye during the kiss.

Eventually, he released her, even though he didn't want to. She wiped her finger under his eye, capturing the tear. There was a sad smile on her face.

"Miss Papadopoulou, there you are," a voice called out from down the hall, "Or should I say initiate Sofia."

The voice was accompanied by a gentle breeze wafting flower scented summer air down the hallway. Liam turned to see priestess Josephine walking towards them. She was a tall woman, with carefully styled makeup, and long dirty-blonde hair that she wore hanging over one shoulder. She was dressed in a thin white robe, overtop of some sort of skintight body suit. At second glance, Liam realized that Sofia was wearing her hair in the exact same style as the priestess.

"Priestess!" Sofia exclaimed, wiping her own face and dropping into a curtsy, "I'm glad to see you. I hope you are doing well today."

"I am," priestess Josephine replied, "But you should go inside before you're late. Remember that I'm sponsoring you. Your performance is a reflection on me."

"Of course, priestess," Sofia said, dropping another curtsy before scampering through the door. As she left, she waved goodbye to the two of them. Liam replied by blowing her a kiss, which she pretended to catch. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sandra scowling at the priestess. Then again, with her makeup, she seemed to be scowling at everything.

"I'm sure she will represent you well," Liam said to the priestess, after Sofia was out of sight.

"Perhaps, but to be honest, she's a bit inexperienced. I normally don't sponsor initiates like her," Priestess Josephine replied.

"Why sponsor her then?" Sandra demanded in an aggressive tone.

"I think what Sandra means," Liam cut in quickly, "Is that we are incredibly grateful to you. It's ..."

"Oh, come on," Sandra interrupted, "Isn't it obvious? She's sponsoring Sofia so that she has leverage over me. She wants to get her claws into my father."

"Not quite," priestess Josephine replied with a smile, "I'll admit that my reason for sponsoring her isn't entirely altruistic, but until very recently, I had no interest in you miss Slater. I offered to sponsor miss Papadopoulou in order to help me forge a connection with Liam here."

"What? Why?" Liam asked, confused at what she was saying.

"I told you before. I consider you to be blessed by the Goddess," Priestess Josephine replied.

It was a reminder that he was different. He was a member of the one percent of men who could be captured in a collar without any medical preparations. He was just as vulnerable to a capture device as a woman. It was information he only learned recently, and he was still trying to wrap his brain around it. Priestess Josephine believed that it was a blessing from the Goddess, and thus it made him special in her eyes.

"So, what does that mean?" Liam asked.

"It means she'll stop sponsoring Sofia if you don't do what she says," Sandra growled.

"No, I'm not quite that manipulative," Priestess Josephine corrected, "I made the offer of guiding you in your life path. Come to see me for an hour, once per week. Think of me as a guidance councillor. We can talk about whatever you want. There are no obligations for you to do anything else."

"That seems reasonable," Liam replied carefully, turning to look at Sandra. Sandra scowled, but she nodded. An errant breeze made the hairs of her ponytail float upwards, exaggerating the head movement.

"I would like to extend that offer to you as well miss Slater," priestess Josephine said.

"See," Sandra said, "I told you! She's just interested in my father, or whatever it is he's up to this month."

"I am a woman of faith. I have zero interest in politics or in your father," Josephine replied.

"Then why would you be interested in me?" Sandra asked. She stepped towards the taller woman and looked into her eyes, blinking up at her. As soon as he saw her blinking, Liam knew it was a trap. Sandra wanted priestess Josephine to compliment her on the beauty of her eyes.

"Tell me miss Slater, what do you experience when you are put into storage?" Josephine asked.

"Ummm, what?" Sandra replied, stepping back and blinking again, this time in confusion.

"I was having a conversation with your friend miss Papadopoulou. She was quite annoyed about the contrast of what the two of you perceived when you were put in storage," Josephine explained, "You see, a good forty percent of collar girls report a flash of light and then they are in a different place with no memory of being in storage, much like what your friend experienced. The other sixty percent report a patch of blackness separating two flashes of light. It's scientifically impossible, of course. There is no ability to form memories while in storage, yet there are so many women who claim to remember the darkness that their experience can't be dismissed out of hand. Some even believe that the darkness is scientific proof of the existence of the human soul."

"I experienced the darkness," Liam commented, "It's like it has thickness to it. I could tell how long I was in storage."

"Oh hun," priestess Josephine said, stepping over to him and gently touching his cheek, "You've already got me on the hook. You don't need to keep chumming the waters."

"Ummm, what?" Liam asked, stepping back. Josephine giggled and then turned towards Sandra.

"There are a tiny percentage of women who don't suffer the divine sensor bar. A blessed few who can remember what happens to their soul while they are in storage. Do you know what we call them?"

"I don't remember what happens when I'm in storage," Sandra replied, "It's like a dream, and I can't remember the dream."

"Then you are unique. Do you think that makes you more or less interesting to me?" Priestess Josephine asked.

"We should go," Sandra said to Liam.

Her voice betrayed her uncertainty. She seemed shaken. He could sympathise. It wasn't too long ago that priestess Josephine told him he was blessed by the Goddess. It was unsettling to learn that you were special in the eyes of the divine. They turned to walk away.

"I'll walk you out," priestess Josephine said.

An awkward silence descended as they walked together towards the exit. Liam could tell that Sandra wanted to talk, but she didn't say anything in front of the priestess. It felt weird, as if they were being escorted through the building. A gentle breeze filtered down the hallway, causing Sandra's hair to dance.

"An interesting file crossed my desk today," priestess Josephine said into the silence as they walked, "An inexperienced trainer has applied to have her census status changed to part-time collar girl."

It seemed like an innocuous statement to Liam, but Sandra's head snapped over to look at the priestess. She was suddenly focused on what the taller woman was saying. The breeze made her ponytail fan through the air like a purple wave as she turned her head.

"The application will be denied, of course. She doesn't have a priestess guiding her life path, and there's no collar girl contract on file protecting her."

Sandra's face hardened and she clenched her jaw at the words. Liam was starting to suspect that the trainer in question was Sandra. In a heroic act of self preservation, he kept his mouth firmly shut.

"Why did this application cross your desk?" Sandra asked in a clipped voice.

"Oh, that's simple really. The young woman just happened to list a man I'm guiding on his life path as her master," Josephine replied.

"Ummm, what?" Liam asked.

"The rejection is completely out of my hands, you understand. There are too many red flags," Josephine said, ignoring him.

"Really?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, yes," Josephine replied, "Some would dismiss the application as petty revenge on a father for missing her graduation. If it was co-signed by a priestess who was guiding her on her life journey however, and it was accompanied by a collar girl contract, then it would be taken much more seriously."

Sandra stopped walking, turning to face the priestess. The expression on her face was not pleasant. Josephine stopped as well, returning the glare with an innocent smile.

"An hour a week? That's it?" Sandra asked, sounding dubious.

"Absolutely! We can start today. In fact, we can do both of you at the same time. Safety in numbers, as they say," Josephine said, "There is a room available down the hall. When we're done, I can prepare that contract."

Josephine gestured towards a hallway that branched off to the side. It was leading deeper into the temple, away from the exit. She was leaving it as Sandra's choice. She could walk away or go deeper into the temple of the Goddess.

"You can do that?" Liam asked, "Write a contract?"

"Of course," Priestess Josephine replied, "As your friend miss Papadopoulou is going to learn, there is more to being a priestess than just looking pretty."

Sandra visibly made her choice and started in the direction priestess Josephine was gesturing. They ended up walking side by side with Liam trailing behind them. Sandra's lavender hair danced in a random breeze that followed them down the corridor.

Josephine stopped at an unremarkable door and opened it, stepping inside. It appeared to be a small dance studio. There was no furniture. The floor was split evenly down the middle, with half of it being hardwood, and the other half covered by thin padded matts. A mirror along one wall stretched from floor to ceiling. A wooden bar was installed in the mirrored wall so that it hung at waist level along the entire length of the wall. At first glance, it was there to help dancers with their stretches.

Josephine led the way inside, dropping a shallow bow towards the center of the empty room as she entered. Liam followed behind her, choosing to copy the bow despite not knowing why they were doing it. Sandra strolled in without bowing. Priestess Josephine kicked off her shoes, leaving herself barefoot. She pushed her footwear up against the wall, near the doorway. Seeing this, Liam knelt down to start taking off his hiking boots. Sandra stayed standing. She had a stubborn expression on her face.

"It's up to you," priestess Josephine said, "But I like to stretch while I'm talking."

She walked over to the matted area and knelt on the floor facing the mirror. With a click, and a ratcheting sound, she took off her belt and the attached pouches, placing them next to her. Liam followed her. She gestured for him to kneel behind her and off to the side.

"From there," she explained, "You can see how I'm stretching from behind, and use the mirror to see me from the front."

Sandra bent down and started to take off her boots, putting them next to Liam's. She had a scowl on her face, but she walked over to join them. Priestess Josephine motioned for her to kneel behind her and off to the opposite of Liam. This left the three of them in a triangular formation facing the mirror. Liam and Sandra both took off their pouches and weapons, putting them in little piles on the floor.

"Do you know the standard presentation routine?" priestess Josephine asked.

"Yeah, I use it for stretching most nights before bed," Sandra replied in an off-hand manner. Josephine's face lit up with a delighted smile.

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you two are talking about," Liam replied.

"That's fine," Josephine reassured him, "You can follow along with us."

Staying in a kneeling position, priestess Josephine bowed down so that her arms were stretched out, touching the floor in front of her. She lifted her head, looking at them in the mirror from her supplicating position. Liam leaned forward, to copy her, but a sensitive part of his anatomy was getting squished in the process. He ended up needing to open his legs in order to bow down properly. In the mirror he watched as Sandra grudgingly joined them in the stretch.

"As I said, we can talk about whatever you want," Josephine said. Sandra stayed quiet, her eye makeup helped to make her appear angry and sullen.

Priestess Josephine shifted her body in a fluid movement. She bent backwards, forming an arch. With her hands she grabbed her heels. Her knees and elbows were on the ground while she faced upwards. Sandra followed along, managing to copy the position, her bare abdomen and pierced navel pointing at the ceiling. Liam tried to stretch the same way, but he couldn't bend backwards far enough to touch his elbows to the floor while kneeling.

"This doesn't work if we don't talk," priestess Josephine said, "Why don't you tell me about the trainer adventure you are planning?"

"You've been talking to Sofia," Sandra replied, her voice was tight, showing the strain of holding the stretch.

"Well, yes, how else would I know that you dream while in storage? That annoys her by the way. She's jealous of you."

"She's going to be jealous of my foot up her ass if she keeps spreading rumours about me," Sandra replied.

Josephine laughed with delight at Sandra's response. She led them into a new stretching position, this one putting her butt in the air and her face down on the matting. Liam waited to see Sandra assume the position, enjoying the sight of her shapely ass in the air. He would have preferred seeing her do the position naked, but her tight shorts kept little to the imagination.

"Do you know what you are planning to do for your first trip out as fully qualified trainers?" Josephine asked, her voice slightly muffled from being face down.

"No," Liam replied.

"Yes," Sandra said simultaneously.

"Ummm, what?" Liam asked.

"Sorry," Sandra replied, "I was going to talk to you first. We haven't decided on anything yet."

"Splendid, why don't you present your plan to the both of us," Josephine suggested.

"Well, okay," Sandra started, "There was a trainer named Brandon Zimmerman. He went missing. During a search, his body was found up on the north face. The people who found him were attacked by hatchet-beaks and they ended up leaving him there. The town sent some armed drones out to reduce the population of hazardous wildlife, but they didn't kill all of them because of conservation regulations. The body is still up there. A reward is being offered for anyone who retrieves him. It's a perfect opportunity. We can get a reward, and you'll have an opportunity to capture a hatchet-beak as a collar pet. It'll be two days out and two days back, less than a week. You said you wanted to capture collar pets, and I just want to get out into the wilderness. I was thinking it would be a good little adventure. What do you think?"

"It beats my complete lack of a plan," Liam replied, "Lets talk about it."

Josephine was quiet, listening as they talked through Sandra's idea. She led them through the stretching routine while they spoke. Occasionally, she made corrections to how they positioned themselves, but otherwise she stayed out of the conversation. They discussed the details of the trip. It was logistics, things like when they would be leaving and what kind of gear they would need. They spoke while stretching, following the priestess's lead. Liam was finding the experience pleasant. It was the least intrusive counseling session he'd ever attended.

"Can I make a recommendation?" priestess Josephine asked during a pause in their discussion.

"What?" Sandra asked with a scowl of suspicion.

"If you refer to your task as bringing a fellow trainer home on their final journey, then it sounds better, and it would have the support of the church," Josephine replied in a pleasant voice. Liam glanced at Sandra through the mirror. She lifted her eyebrows in an unspoken question. He shrugged back, trying to indicate that it didn't bother him.

"Okay, sure," Sandra replied for both of them.

"Wonderful!" Priestess Josephine exclaimed.

In a fluid movement, she started to stand up. Liam tried to follow her form, thinking this was part of the stretching routine, but her body language changed. She reached down and collected her trainer pouches. She was acting as if they were finished. With a start, he realized they'd been stretching for close to an hour. He climbed slowly to his feet.

"I believe I promised you a contract," Josephine said to Sandra.

"Yes, you did," she replied, bouncing to her feet.

"I would note that part-time collar girls have masters. The paperwork you filed indicated that Liam Smyth was your master. I need to hear him agree to that arrangement," Josephine said.

"Do you have any objections?" Sandra asked, turning to look at him with a smile.

"What would this entail?" Liam asked.

"Well now, that would depend on the contract wouldn't it," Josephine replied. Both of them turned to look at Sandra. She had the grace to blush.

"I've ummm, never done this before. I'm open to suggestions," she replied after a moment.

"Wait," Liam said, "Before we start negotiating a contract, I need to know something. I get that you're trying to get revenge on your father, but why me? Why not Sofia?"

"Well, that's easy," Sandra replied, "Do you remember what you did? The first thing you did when you took me out of storage?"

"You mean with you and Sofia?" Liam asked, feeling his cheeks get warm. He didn't exactly want to talk about their sexual exploits in front of priestess Josephine.

"No," Sandra replied, "The first thing you did you silly boy. You had me naked and horny, property in a collar. Sofia captured me as part of that stupid bet. The terms of the wager were that I would be your collar girl. Any other guy would have been falling all over themselves to stick their dick inside me, but not you. The first thing you did was to offer me my freedom. You asked my permission."

"Well yeah, but..." Liam started.

"And then the second thing you did," Sandra interrupted, "Was to give me an orgasm. You wanted to use me for your pleasure, and you did, but you made sure that I was enjoying the experience before you went any further."

"I..." Liam tried again.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. I keep thinking about it. So yeah, if I'm going to be a collar girl, I want you as my master," Sandra finished. Liam didn't know what to say.

"I'll write the contract so that he only owns you when you are in the collar. He will have no power over you when you aren't captured," Josephine said, "He will be required to release you on your request, and the fail-safe will be intact. He will not be allowed to put you in storage for more than twenty-four hours. He won't be able to transfer you to anyone else's ownership, including the church. No evolutions, no major physical changes, and no off-world travel."

"I've heard that a contract can be set up so that the woman cannot be legally captured by anyone else," Sandra said.

Liam was having a hard time following the discussion. He wasn't sure if he understood every aspect of the contract they were talking about.

"I can add a clause for that. Are you worried about kidnapping?" Josephine asked.

"There have been threats," Sandra answered.

"Okay, I'll write it into the contract that you are stolen property if you are in anyone else's possession," Josephine replied.

"That includes the church," Sandra said.

"Agreed," Josephine replied, "I'll support this application, but I need to see him capture you at least once before I sign off on your status change."

She reached into her pouch and pulled out a capture device. It was obvious at first glance that it wasn't a standard model. The collar portion was made from an iridescent purple metal, and it was set with small emeralds. Etchings around the emeralds made them look like they were eyes. The color of the metal matched Sandra's hair and the emeralds were remarkably similar to her eyes. Even the wristband was unusual. It was the same purple metal as the collar, but the buttons were in an odd configuration. It took him a moment, but Liam realized that the 'attack' button was missing. This was a capture device designed specifically for a collar girl, and it looked incredibly expensive.

"It's exquisite!" Sandra exclaimed.

"I can't have a girl that I'm guiding through her life path wear a generic collar," Josephine said.

"It looks like it was custom made for Sandra," Liam observed.

"It does, doesn't it. We found it a few days ago, gathering dust in the temple's vault. Apparently, it was designed over twenty years ago by an absolute artist of an engineer. It was used once to test it, and then it was put away with no instructions as to who or what it was for. I have the high priestess's permission to use it however I choose. I thought of you as soon as I saw it," Josephine explained.

She passed the capture device over to Liam. In his hands, he could tell it was no ordinary device. It was lighter than what he was used to, but then again, it lacked the resizing mechanisms that would allow it to be used on a variety of animals. The collar portion was contoured to match a woman's neck and the etchings around the emeralds were intricately done. It was probably the most expensive thing he'd ever held. It was a piece of art. He looked up to see Sandra smirking at him. She lifted her chin, extending her neck, and brushed her fingers down her throat. She was waiting for him to capture her.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"See, this is why I chose you. Any other trainer wouldn't hesitate. I want this. Just capture me to show priestess Josephine, and then you can release me," Sandra replied.

"Actually, it will take me a little while to prepare the contract. You can have the room to yourselves during that time," Josephine commented.

"Yeah, maybe we can keep ourselves busy," Sandra said, licking her lips and smiling a promising smile.

Liam twisted the handle on the capture device, extending the rod connecting the two sections. It was locked at half the normal length. That would put him within striking distance if the target of the device was hostile, but this wasn't a collar for catching animals. It was designed to capture a woman. He stepped within arm's reach of Sandra and she squared her shoulders, settling into a comfortable stance with her chin lifted and her arms at her sides.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Deep breath," he said.

He reached towards her, touching the device gently to her neck as she finished taking a breath. It took a moment for the sensors to register, and then the capture device snaped shut. She twitched in discomfort as it squeezed her neck. Capture wasn't gentle, nor should it be. Her freedom was being taken away. Simultaneous with the collar closing, the wristband clamped Liam's arm. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was tight enough that he couldn't slip it off his arm. He was responsible for the woman in the collar. They were connected now.

Sandra winced in pain as the microdrills cut into the back of her skull, then her eyes went out of focus. It was the nanofibers deploying into her brain. As the collar connected into her mind, Liam noticed an odd detail about the device around her neck. There was a gemstone embedded in the collar beneath where the rod extended to his wristband. It was partially hidden and didn't match the design of the rest of the collar. The gemstone was gray, like a storm cloud, with silver crystal veins running through it that looked like lightning bolts. It was a weird detail of the design, but it seemed otherwise harmless.

Sandra suddenly sneezed and her eyes snapped into focus. The collar was finished its work. It was connected to her brain.

"Bless you," Priestess Josephine said.

"Thank you. I sneeze every time I'm captured," Sandra replied. She was speaking normally. The collar wasn't cutting off her breathing anymore. It looked natural on her, matching her hair and her eyes.

"That's nothing to worry about," Priestess Josephine replied, "It's the nanofibers in the collar sending an errant signal as they connect to your brain. I once knew an initiate who lost control of her bowels every time she was captured."

"That's awful!"

"It just meant that she had to be captured while sitting on a toilet," Josephine said with a shrug, "There's one last step I need to witness and then I will approve your application and prepare the contract."

"She wants me to say something," Sandra said to Liam.

"I want you to say it too," he replied, stepping into her space and tracing his fingers across the line of her jaw. She smiled at the skin contact. She didn't step away.

"I acknowledge you as my master," she said, looking him in the eyes as she said the words.

He watched as her eyes went out of focus and the collar started making changes inside her mind. With her words, she was accepting him as her master and stating that the capture was consensual. As a result, the collar was making her believe that she belonged to him. It was making her his property, his collar girl to command.

Her eyes came back into focus and then her pupils dilated. She took a shaky breath, leaning into his hand where it was still touching the side of her jaw.

"I'll take my leave now," priestess Josephine said, "I'll knock before I come back into the room. You two have fun. By the way, you're overdressed Lilac Princess."

Lilac princess was Sandra's collar girl name. She didn't like the name, but Sofia gave it to her, and there was nothing she could do to change it. The collar was in her mind, making her believe it was her real name. Sandra looked down at herself with panic in her eyes. Priestess Josephine left the room with a smirk on her face, closing the door behind her. Sandra scrambled to take off her clothing. Liam stepped back, out of the way. It was the natural state of a collar girl to be naked. It made them uncomfortable to wear clothing. With the way priestess Josephine phrased her words, she was suggesting that Sandra was doing something wrong, that she was being a bad collar girl by wearing her clothes.

Her top and bra came off first, revealing small but perky breasts. She had a slim build, with some definition to her abbs. Her shorts came off next revealing a shapely ass. She had the musculature of a runner, but with the hips to make it look good. Her skin was smooth, with a hint of tan lines where parts of her never saw the sun. A patch of purple hair, matching the hair on her head, showed above her bald labia.

Liam stepped in as she removed her socks. He reached out with his hand and cradled the side of her face. She shuddered in pleasure, the collar releasing reward hormones in response to the touch of her master. With his other hand he cupped her breast, feeling her full nipple swell with arousal under his fingers.

"You are a good collar girl. The perfect collar girl. I'm lucky to be your master," he said, praising her.

Sandra's eyes lost focus as the collar released more hormones, a reward for the praise from her master. He was probably overdoing it a bit. He wanted her to enjoy being his collar girl, but he didn't want her drunk with pleasure, at least not yet. Sandra made it clear what she liked about him as her master. He wanted to keep her happy.

"Do you want me to let you go? Priestess Josephine is satisfied. We don't have to do anything," he said, taking his hands away and stepping back. She laughed and followed him. Taking his hand in hers, she brought it back up to her breast, pressing her soft and pliant skin into his hand.

"I want to be your collar girl. I am your property. Use me," she said.

Well, he knew what she wanted next. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her over to the mirror. He wasn't hurting her, but he was being forceful, making his desire clear through his actions. She responded submissively, allowing herself to be dragged across the room by the neck. With his other hand, he hooked his fingers behind her knee and lifted, leaving her balancing on one leg.

"You made a mistake," he said.

"Oh no! I'm sorry!" she replied, seemingly panicked at his apparent rebuke.

"No, it wasn't that kind of mistake. You made the mistake of showing me how flexible you are," he said.

Lifting her leg, he put her heel on the bar that was running the length of the room. This left her legs at a ninety-degree angle. She was spread wide open. Her womanhood completely exposed and available. Keeping one hand on her collar he reached down and cupped her pubic mound.

"Keep your arms behind your back," he ordered. She responded immediately, linking her hands behind her.

His fingers were becoming moist from the contact with her genitals. That was the work of the collar. Collar girls were always wet and ready for sex, and she was no exception. She didn't need any foreplay to get the natural lubrication flowing, she was ready to go. His index finger found her opening and slid inside. She instinctively tried to pull away from the intruder, but she couldn't. Between his hand on her throat, and her legs spread by the bar, she had nowhere to go.

With his finger, he felt around inside of her, questing for the spot. His finger brushed against a change of texture, a small area where the smooth skin was slightly spongy and ridged. Sandra made a sound of pleasure as his finger brushed the spongy skin. That was what he was searching for. He looked her in the eye and started making a come-hither motion with his finger, stroking her g-spot.

"You are a beautiful collar girl and you're doing a great job," he said, praising her as he stroked her.

She squirmed around, gasping for air, but she couldn't escape. He continued to praise her as he stroked her sensitive skin. Her breathing became frantic and her eyes rolled up. It didn't take long. She spasmed and her legs gave out as she had an orgasm. He lowered her to the floor carefully, leaving her kneeling in front of him.

Liam looked down at the beautiful woman kneeling at his feet. Her purple hair was slightly disheveled, but it contrasted perfectly with her green eyes. The angry lines of her makeup were betrayed by the wide and inviting smile on her face. The blush high on her cheeks, as well as her hard and perky nipples, showed her arousal. His pants were starting to feel too tight as he gazed down at her.

With one hand he gently cupped her cheek. She leaned into the touch with a purr of pleasure. For all appearances, she was eager and willing to do whatever he wanted. It was his job as her master to be assertive, to give clear commands so that she didn't need to guess at his desires. He gave her a chance to escape and then he made sure she enjoyed herself. Now, it was time for him to have his fun.

"Open my pants," he said, phrasing the words as an order.

Her eyes widened in delight, and she leaned forward on her knees, eager to follow his instructions. As she worked on the buckle, he pulled his shirt off over his head, leaving himself naked from the waist up.

With his belt unbuckled and his fly open, his pants slid down to his knees. A few simple orders later and she was pulling off his underwear, leaving him standing naked in front of her. She was still on her knees, her makeup glaring at him angrily.

"What's next master," she asked, licking her lips. He was starting to enjoy the contrast between her makeup and her eager compliance.

"Hold still," he said, taking a step forward.

She didn't move as he took his hardening manhood and placed it on her face. He positioned himself along the bridge of her nose, so that the head of his penis was directly between her eyes. She inhaled in pleasure at the physical contact with her master, gazing cross-eyed at his penis on her face. Her makeup made it look like she was angry, but he could feel a wet brushing sensation as she licked tentatively at his balls.

"Put your hands on my thighs," he ordered, "And open your mouth."

She reached out with her hands and caressed his thighs. She was breathing deeply from the combined rewards delivered by her collar for obeying orders and for skin contact with her master. He leaned back, slowly sliding his penis down her nose until it made contact with her open lips. It left a thin trail of moisture behind on her face. With one hand he reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of lavender hair. Her eyes looked angry, but her mouth was eager and compliant. She licked at the head of his penis with her tongue until he thrust himself forward, entering her mouth.

"Suck!" he ordered.

Her cheeks dimpled inward and she started sucking on the head of his penis. The sensation made him want to thrust into her mouth. He didn't fight the urge. Her full lips were velvety smooth as they brushed back and forth across the head of his penis. With his hand in her hair he controlled the pace, taking his pleasure from her mouth.

Her eyes glared at him in anger, an illusion of defiance that wasn't shared by the eager sucking from her mouth. She began to make a high-pitched mewling sound of pleasure. The reward hormones that the collar was pumping into her mind were causing her physical pleasure from giving him a submissive blowjob.

Liam still had his hand tangled in Sandra's hair, setting the pace. She began pulling at his hand with her head, trying to force him deeper into her mouth. The head of his penis was completely inside her, leaving his shaft extending from her mouth as she pistoned back and forth on it. He could feel the back of her throat as she tried to take him deeper with every thrust. Her nostrils flared. She was breathing through her nose since her mouth was completely full. A tension was forming in his pelvis. He was enjoying the blowjob, but he wanted to finish in a different position.

Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her mouth off his penis. As he popped out of her full lips, she was left gasping. Her mouth was still open as she pulled against him, trying to get her lips back on his dick. Her eye makeup made it look like she was angry that he wasn't letting her continue sucking him off. She was his property, willing and happy to be used for his pleasure.

"Get on your hands and knees, facing the mirror," he ordered. He didn't need to raise his voice or tell her more than once. She obeyed instinctively and without question, dropping down on her hands and turning her body to face the mirror.

Liam still had her hair in his hand. He used it to pull her head back so that she was looking at him in the mirror. He positioned himself behind her, dropping down onto his own knees so that her shapely ass was lined up with his dick. With one touch he knew she was wet and ready for him. She seemed to be glaring at him angrily in the mirror while he positioned himself behind her. He lined the head of his penis up with her opening and she shifted her hips to accept him.

His first thrust was slow, enjoying the feeling of stretching her open, and the way her vaginal muscles twitched at the penetration. She was tight, but well lubricated. She moaned as he entered her, dropping her head and shaking in pleasure. He wanted to look her in the eye as they had sex, so he pulled on her hair, forcing her head back. That's when he had an idea.

"Lilac Princess, stop!" he commanded, pressing the appropriate button on his wristband.

The leash connecting his wristband to her neck appeared, and a mote of light raced along it towards her throat. A moment before it made contact, he pulled a little bit harder on her hair, pulling her head back and lifting her hands off the floor. Her eyes widened in surprise as the command struck her collar, freezing her neck in place.

She was suspended, on her knees with her upper body bent over, but lifted up so that her fingers couldn't quite reach the floor. Her breasts hung forward and her full nipples were swollen with arousal. He slid back and thrust again, making eye contact with her in the mirror. She couldn't look away. The collar was holding her neck painlessly in place. She couldn't move. It wasn't strangling her, she could breathe normally, but it forced her to be a passive recipient of his manhood.

Liam let go of her hair and started stroking inside of her, enjoying the twitching of her vaginal muscles as he stretched them to their limit. Sandra seemed to be glaring at him angrily in the mirror as he fucked her, but it was only an illusion. She grabbed his hands with hers and pulled them up to her breasts, squeezing his hands and encouraging him to knead the soft flesh. She moaned in pleasure, her eyes half lidded in their artificial scowl.

It didn't take long for the familiar pressure to return to his pelvis. He was going to cum. Sandra's muscles clenched on him as he thrust, her moans rising to a crescendo. He couldn't hold it any longer as he thrust one last time, burying himself in her womanhood. Her body clenched down on his. He made eye contact with her in the mirror, and she couldn't look away as the sensations of orgasm transformed her face. He ejaculated inside of her, buried as deep as he could go. From the look in her eyes, it was a simultaneous orgasm.

With a press of the button on his wristband, Liam released the 'stop' command. He caught her as she slumped, preventing her from falling on her face. He lowered her down on the padded floor, curling in behind her as she turned on her side. She was practically purring with pleasure. She pulled his hand up to her face and began sucking gently on his finger.

A soft knocking sound from the doorway made Liam look up. Priestess Josephine was standing inside the door, knocking her knuckles on the door frame. Despite her promise, she was already in the room, with the door closed behind her. He didn't hear her enter.

"Well, I'm going to call that a successful first counselling session," priestess Josephine said with a grin, "You'll need to release her from the collar so that she can review the contract."

(Author's note: Liam and Sandra are back. Part 2 will be their first adventure together. I plan on releasing one chapter per week for 5 weeks. This is the 11th story set in the Collar Girls world. If you are confused about how anything works then please feel free to read some of the previous stories. Let me know what you think. All comments are welcome. Do you think Liam and Sandra should trust priestess Josephine?)