As promised, here is the first chapter to a smutty multi-chapter Slerra fic. This is just one of many possible ways that Slade may have first seduced Terra, and I intend to explore as many as I can with other fics that will take different routes.
Terra didn't really understand Slade's "inspections", but she figured he knew best. After all, the older man was her instructor, her trusted advisor.
Still, it kept getting stranger and more bizarre as time went on. These rituals had began as mere checks of appearance and hygiene with a combination of questions and physical examination. Had she remembered to brush her teeth, did she wash her hair thoroughly, was she biting her nails, had she eaten enough, had her muscle mass increased, had she gained weight, how were her reflexes, etc; these were all parts of it. Everything was all about her well-being in the beginning, but it progressed into something more as time went on.
The first time she had inspection, Slade simply went through a list of questions regarding her health and her habits. Terra nervously answered as best as she could, and Slade relayed everything that she needed to correct. After gently running his hand through her blonde hair, Slade sent her off, and Terra hoped she could remember everything.
Terra started her training the day following that. It was difficult, it was even more strenuous than the frequent running she had done ever since she had left her home, but she was willing to work hard. She would do anything to gain control over her powers.
The next inspection occurred a few days later without warning, after a long training session. Terra had planned to nap until dinner, but knew that was out of the question when Slade had Wintergreen send her to the parlor.
Slade began asking her similar questions as before, making sure she was following the health rules he had set for her. Admittedly, she had forgotten a few things (for example, biting nails she just did so automatically!), but Slade did not scold her as expected. Instead, he just told her to be more conscious of his expectations next time.
This time Slade did not dismiss her after the questions. He had her bring a short stool to sit on in front of his chair. He looked her over, peering down at her with his one eye. It was amazing how intimidating that single eye was; Terra felt so small when he stared directly at her like that.
"Dear child, in order to progress any further in your training as I have planned, I need to see where you are presently. I will then decide if you are ready to proceed," he explained. "I am confident that we will be able to, but I need to be certain."
"This will require an inspection, a physical exam, Terra," he added abruptly, before leaning forward and reaching for her. Not knowing what he had meant, Terra flinched and recoiled instinctively at the contact.
"Hey!" she exclaimed accusingly. She really hadn't expected him to touch her.
"Relax," he soothingly assured his apprentice, as he moved his hand to smooth her hair. "I need to see if your body has the proper physical build and reflexes. I will now begin."
He began to lightly drag his gloved hand up & down her back, slowly and sensually over the cloth of her shirt. Terra shivered from the sensation.
"Good," he purred. "Excellent reflexes, but you're still lacking the healthy level of fat that teenagers your age require," the man noted as he stopped to gently pinch a fleshy spot."We need to get some meat on your body," he told her before continuing the previous movement of his hand.
Terra didn't really like being treated as an object. It was especially unnerving not knowing the expression Slade was making behind his mask. Yet, she didn't say anything, even though this odd critique of her body brought back images of the array of tests and observations the scientists at home had done. She shoved those unpleasant memories to the back of her mind.
She reminded herself that it was up to Slade to decide how to train her, he was the teacher. After all, everything else she had tried in the past had failed. He was her last hope, she couldn't blow her one chance to finally control her deadly powers.
Slade stopped, then began lazily repeating the same motion on her front side, starting from her neck and ending just below her navel. Terra tensed each time his large hand brushed over her chest for just a few moments. Even with a sports bra and shirt over her small breasts, she was sensitive to his touch and painfully aware of it.
"Slade… Is this- is this really something you need to do?" she asked him nervously.
"Of course," he insisted. "We will be done shortly, Terra," he promised as he suddenly slid his hand down her body to her thigh. When she instinctively jerked, he murmured something about her reflexes again. He then caressed the front of her leg briefly before suddenly pushing her legs apart.
Terra's eyes widened as his hand dipped to the inside of her thigh and began rubbing the area through her thin shorts. He was drifting closer and closer to her "special spot", as Terra had heard it called once.
"Slade-" she started, clearly uncomfortable.
She hardly ever touched her own body like this, never mind having a strange man do it. Just what kind of inspection was this supposed to be?
"Silence," he interrupted firmly, still rhythmically petting the girl. "Your inspection is reaching its completion now," he informed her.
After a few more caresses, Slade abruptly swept his hand across her pubic area and then pulled away. Was that on purpose?
"Good girl," he told her with a quick pat of the head. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the confused girl before him.
"I will evaluate the results and report back to you tomorrow afternoon."
She had passed that inspection and continued on her training. The next inspection occurred a few weeks later, but like the first one did not require any touching. The 3 following inspections also mirrored this format and took place every other week.
Terra's next physical inspection was about three months into her training. This exam was an unexpected (and unpleasant surprise). This time the inspection was to be performed in a smaller room and Terra was instructed to sit upon a table not unlike the kind you see in a doctor's office.
"You may keep your shirt on, but this exam requires that you remove your bra," Slade told her in the same tone he often used during her training sessions. This tone meant that there were no "ifs, ands, or buts" in the situation.
Terra hesitated briefly before gingerly unhooking her bra and placing it behind her on the table. She looked at her teacher questionably.
"If you are eating properly, your breasts will have grown. I need to confirm that this is the case, Terra."
Did that mean he was going to touch her? Terra's eyes widened as he cupped her small breasts over her shirt and squeezed them gently a few times. Then all of a sudden it was like he was massaging her torso, softly at first then his fingers were suddenly roughly pressing into her.
"Ah yes, you are developing perfectly, Terra," Slade praised her in a satisfied voice.
Was this supposed to feel good? Terra didn't think it was intended for her to enjoy this, so she strained to stay still and quiet. It was hard because she was so sensitive, but nothing escaped her mouth but heavy breathing. She just hoped that Slade didn't notice how her nipples had hardened in arousal.
Slade did, however, notice. He knew that she putty in his hands, and he loved it. Yet, nothing revealed his lust for the young girl except what was hidden under his armor- a satisfied smirk beneath his mask and a rather large erection in his pants. He couldn't let her know just yet.
He could easily take her now, but reminded himself that he needed to do this slowly if all was to go according to plan.
"Child, what is this..." he said as he abruptly brought his gloved thumb and pointer finger to one of her erect nipples. "This is a deduction from your score," Slade noted, gently rolling the covered flesh between his fingers. He abruptly pinched down and Terra let out a squeak of pain. "Another deduction."
"You are dismissed," he said simply. Dazed, Terra stumbled to her room, clearly worried and uncertain. Good. Let her go off confused and unsatisfied. It was too soon to directly encourage her, she needed to be slowly edged, until she couldn't stand it any longer and begged for him. And besides, she needed to be taught that her pleasure was irrelevant and that his was all that mattered.