"Found her!" General Kessel said as he pulled the handle and slid the Princess''s glass tube out into the bright light to inspect her.

The young girl looked out through the glass, right into his face, when he leaned in and leered at her closely. She blinked, dazed by the bright light, her cheeks pink with arousal, but apparently not in the middle of a release. Maybe he''d interrupted her sleep cycle, he thought, which appealed to him.

He looked through the glass at the helpless girl, smiling. He could see the sudden hope of rescue lighting up in her eyes, and he chuckled. "There you are," he said. "I couldn''t believe it when I got the word last week! But here you are! Our beautiful little Princess battery! And I see you''re the sort of girl that prefers innocent white!" he added, looking at the white lace thong braided into her hair. "You look adorable! Podded life suits you!"

The young Princess made a confused sound inside the pod, illegible through the demanding ball gag. Starting to grasp the implications of what he was saying, she squirmed and struggled in the tight rope she was bound in, making upset noises. Then her eyes suddenly widened, and she let out a long moan and slowly settled down, her face going redder and redder as she whimpered. The magic must have detected her mood and taken action, using its control of her sex drive to bring her back to the docile state podded cunts were supposed to simmer in.

"There, there," Kessel said mock-caringly. "We''ll soon let you get back to your naughty fun. We''re just going to take some high-resolution scans for the public marketing material! The candid ones taken by the press during your transport went viral and are already quite common as posters in boys'' rooms and pinups in locker rooms all over the Empire! Unsurprisingly, you''re more popular naked than you ever were in even your most dazzling gowns," he said with a chuckle. "So we need better scans!"

The girl whimpered as she looked up at him, her face so pink she couldn''t blush any stronger. Then she wailed and closed her eyes, as the magic chose this time to start pushing her towards another orgasm.

"It surprised me you''d actually agreed to it when I got the confirmation," he said, putting a hand on the glass of her pod, leaning in closer to the now severely preoccupied Princess. "And your father was so let down by your choice! Still is! You''re such a disappointment to him!" he admonished. "He realized that a podded Princess was useless for marrying off, even if someone could figure out a way to get you out of there!—and indeed, the several powerful families that had negotiated for your untouched Royal womb withdrew from the trade as soon as they could! No one with influence was interested in you as a bride anymore, once the press published the story that you were currently in a battery pod, stretched out over big plugs of occult steel!"

He paused. "Your father completely wrote you off, said ''If that stupid slut actually agreed to it, she can stay in there!'' He was so angry!"

Kessel leaned in to speak softer, keeping the words private so the holo-crew waiting at a respectful distance couldn''t hear over the noisy moans filling the room. Very few people had known about the conspiracy and how it had been accomplished—most of them podded now. "I can''t believe you fell for it," he said, just loud enough for the girl to hear in the pod. "The faked attack... You accepted it without question! It''s as if you wanted this and was just looking for an excuse!"

"The real reason to get you and all of your friends to pod yourself was, of course, propaganda. The youngest Princess volunteering for the war effort, and her young friends and court solidarily joining her! A campaign designed to get us as many females to pod as we want—healthy, fresh young girls. Naive female fans following the beautiful Royal Princess''s example, wanting to be just like you. And it seems to be working! You''ve gotten so many girls podded! If your young fans keep volunteering like this, we''ll be able to power as many ships as we can build!"

He wasn''t exaggerating. The recruitment campaign had worked better than even their most positive projections.

"Princesses, and females in general, are a weak resource, only valuable for trade to make alliances," he leaned in and whispered in mock-confidence to her. "Married off, or leveraged in other ways. It''s sometimes hard to find a use for you. But I''m glad I organized the opportunity for you to do this! If this goes as planned, your podding might very well be the most pivotal placement of a female there''s ever been! And I came up with it!" he said, looking down at her. "I''m so pleased! This turned out so well!"

The Princess''s wet eyes were unable to meet his, another climax clearly approaching. Her eyes started rolling up in her head, and she scrunched her face, mewling around the ballgag in harrowing protest.

"Now, now, no taking it back now," he said with a teasing chuckle. "You had your chance to get an affluent, well-respected husband that would have been happy to always keep you swollen with child, but you made your choice."

Truly, the slut could have convinced her father she was meant to carry Kessel''s babies, as he''d recommended her to, but, well, here she was.

Kessel had been close to persuading the Emperor to let him take the blossoming Princess as his young wife as a reward for his long service, but after he''d let it slip to the traitorous slut at one time, the negotiations had suddenly stalled. When her father had started negotiating with other families for her hand, Kessel had decided he wanted to throw a wrench in the Emperor''s plans. And the destiny Kessel had secretly managed to arrange for the Emperor''s youngest daughter had really upset the monarch. Well, her father could have given the tramp to him for a fair price, but now instead, he''d gotten nothing for her while giving Kessel something he needed—more ships. Kessel chuckled. This thing was out of his system now. He could move on and serve the Emperor without a grudge, not having to see his trophy on someone else''s arm. He was loyal to the Empire. That''s why he should have his own, deferential young Princess to warm his bed! Well, it still wasn''t completely ruled out. Maybe the Emperor would breed a less stubborn daughter eventually.

Suddenly the moans of all the podded females in the hall increased in volume, and he looked up from his ruminations, his eyes running over the endless rows of cylinders. "Oh, the warp transfer is about to happen. Time for you to get to work," he said, looking down at the Princess again.

The cunt was clearly unable to pay attention to what he was saying anymore. She just mewled and breathed hard through her flared nostrils, struggling in her ropes. Just as designed, the magic had worked her up and was now edging her perfectly—holding her frustrated and primed to climax at a moment''s notice when the ship needed her for the oncoming warp. She moaned out, her back arching, and she tried to hump the air in her tight rope-bondage, bending to shift the dildo inside her to get over the edge. No such luck. Her body belonged to the ship. She wouldn''t come before the magic wanted her to. Kessel enjoyed seeing the spoiled Princess being denied.

Knowing that he''d lost her attention, General Kessel stood back up, waved to the holo techs that had stayed back to give him a private conversation with the Princess in the crystal battery. "Men," he called, "she''s about to have one. Turn on the equipment and get her from all angles. Make sure you get her face and eyes. That wild, needy look will sell this thing. We want everyone to see how much she wants this. Remember, we need to show that she enjoys what the magic is doing to her! Just like all podded sluts!"

The bottled Princess whimpered, her big eyes wide, looking right into the recording camera lens, her body shuddering with her need. Then, suddenly, the magic finally let the begging bondage slut have it. Overwhelmed by her enchanted climax, the Princess could not hide her bliss from the cameras that filmed her and 3D-scanned her. She was documented from all angles, naked and writhing in rhapsody inside the glass cylinder.

They got all of her, not letting her keep anything to herself.

The magic still hadn''t allowed the climaxing Princess to come down from it when the crew was done, and Kessel pushed her tube back into the steel cylinder while the Princess was in the middle of yet another quake. He locked the cylinder down.

"That bimbo was truly made for being a power-plant," one of the hologram techs murmured to the coworker closest to him as the group had finished packing up. "Did you see it? She couldn''t even stop herself while we were recording her. Such an exhibitionistic whore! We can work with these scans. She''ll be the most high-class interactive holo-pornstar there ever was!"

The Princess probably couldn''t make out the tech''s belittling remarks inside the dark pod, but they could all still hear her moan.

The general smiled as he and the holo crew left the slut to it, heading for the exit.

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"I''m sure it''s here somewhere," Kessel mumbled as he pulled out yet another pod to look inside. "It''s been decades, but if my old memory serves me—ah, here she is!" he said, pulling at the leash of the blushing, handcuffed teen with him to get her face close to the other girl''s inside the glass pod.

"The young Princess that started it all, so many years ago!" The retired general looked down at the young woman in the pod as the leashed girl did the same. The Princess hadn''t aged a day! Here he was, the gray having claimed his now thin hair and still thick beard, and the Princess was still in mint condition, as youthful and doll-like as ever with her long blonde hair and blushing skin as fresh and smooth as a baby''s. Incredible!

His eyes shifted to the leashed starlet that was looking curiously through the glass at the bottled Princess. She was even more innocent-looking than the girl in the pod, her large, wide-set eyes making him think of a newborn gazelle. She looked young enough to be one of his sons'' daughters. Or, well, to be honest, one of his own.

Kessel''s countless wives and concubines had carried many daughters, but mostly he arranged marriages for the girls instead of going the easy way of podding. The Emperor''s granddaughters, recently dropped by the twin Royal Princesses the Emperor had finally gifted him at the celebration of his retirement, would most likely also avoid that fate when they were put on the market in a decade or so. Too many lucrative bids on the Royal lambs. Still, there were a few minor daughters that he''d sent the battery route, the girls'' patriotic contribution making their mothers so proud. He''d love to feel pride in them too, but he''d been the one that arranged for the propaganda, so of course, he didn''t really buy into it. There was nothing special about a girl that got podded.

Just like boys were expected to consider enlisting for service, the pressure on girls coming of age was intense these days to enlist as power-plants. The glitzy ads and commercials painted it as a covetous future that was much in fashion—just look at this well-bred Princess and these other podded high-borns and celebrities!—but offered only to the most beautiful and fit young girls with the highest grades. Mothers and fathers should be applauded that they''d brought up healthy, intelligent daughters who were so patriotic that they gave themselves to supply power to their expanding nation. The substantial monetary rewards the parents got from the Empire certainly helped to get parents to maneuver their daughters into it too. A girl getting podded was quite a boon to the family, much more than most lower-class arranged marriages, so the pressure was on.

Kessel''s sons were fully indoctrinated in the Empire''s policies about every family having a duty to produce daughters for podding, so there were lots and lots of granddaughters. Truly seeing the youth of the precious actress with him now, and knowing the child-like beauty was slated for podding later tonight, Kessel knew it was just a matter of time before he''d have granddaughters by the dozens in the battery bowels of these ships too, joining the multiple daughters that were already there. He shrugged. With the conspiracy so many years ago, it had been inevitable. Some decisions are truly final. And sluts will be sluts, family or not. If his sons wanted to feed their daughters to the Empire''s war machine for some easy money and respect, he wouldn''t stop them.

The actress on his leash was more beautiful than any of his granddaughters, that was for sure. He was still struggling to remember her name, even though he''d seen her tantalizing coltish figure featured in several recent holo-dramas. Known for her ingenue beauty, she had volunteered for podding earlier than most celebrities—today was the day she came of age. Her agent might have worried she''d lose her guileless look growing older. If she wanted a starship named after her, she should do it as soon as possible. And if she got a ship named after herself, her current movies would sell so much better, making a particular agent significantly richer. Though obviously, that had nothing to do with her agent''s recommendation to her parents—he was unquestionably just thinking of the girl''s best interests.

All pretty girls dreamed of getting a starship named after them, after all. When Elinor had been podded, they''d renamed her ship The Dutiful Princess, in honor of the young woman that served so selflessly deep within its bowels. They''d put a regal picture of her face on the bow, just below the name, so everyone could see the radiant beauty of the Royal Princess that was giving it up for the Empire. Simultaneously, pictures and volumetric scans of her naked and bound body inside the glass cylinder had been widely distributed and were available for anyone that wanted them. A looped animation of the aroused and naked squirming Princess slowly spinning in her pod had been one of the most popular screen-locked-and-idle wallpapers on young men''s devices for years. The unobtainable Princess was the ideal young female for these impressionable young men, and their preferences affected the girls around them.

The Empire had used the ship as a morale booster and a show ship in the recruitment efforts. Sometimes during tours of the battery hall, the guide pointed the cylinder out and let everyone lean in and listen to the Royal Princess''s moans inside as she obediently performed her function. Many a recruit fantasized about her blushing face and her slender and lusty high-born body in their bunks at night, knowing she was podded on a ship just like the one they were serving on.

And the PR worked. The Princess''s sacrifice started a trend. Other ships were eventually named in similar ways, after movie starlets, singers, artists, for the most well-known podded girl inside them. Young celebrities started ending their careers early to become battery cores, hoping to become immortalized by getting a starship named after them.

A notable female getting podded was an event, even more so than a celebrity wedding. The girl sometimes gave a final performance on a stage on the assigned ship for the crew and press during the big going-away party, before letting herself be led off to be podded. The guests cheered and applauded as the indestructible glass cylinder was then later rolled out—with her floating bound, wide-eyed and helpless inside—and paraded past them towards the engine room. Her first orgasm after being plugged solicited even stronger cheering. She was left with the glass cylinder uncovered for the after-party, having to get used to her new function in front of a big audience of VIPs, crew, and press, the festive evening ending with her pod being slid home and mostly hidden inside the black box—the girl now just another isolated little power generator, cut off from the world so it couldn''t distract her from her important task.

Flush in new batteries, the Empire had leveraged its immense industrial capacity and built hundreds of the new warships every year, each ship filling its engine room with thousands of young, volunteered females. It had shifted the power balance absolutely. The Empire had conquered star system after neighboring star system. No one had been able to stop the big ships, and these days, humanity was finally united under one administration. Kessel had happily retired after the last enemy system had been conquered, finally adding not just one, but two Royal Princesses to his seraglio. He''d achieved everything he''d set out to do. There was nothing more to prove. These days he could indulge himself. Thinking about that, Kessel looked at the stunning actress in front of him and her leash that he held in his hand, then grinned.

Some girls naturally got cold feet after signing themself away, so when it wasn''t appropriate to stun and pod the girl immediately—like for a celebrity that needed PR arrangements that took time, or a going away party with guests and press attending—then the girl was instead put in a classical warp Mage harem collar, kept leashed and handcuffed. Kessel had been told the chokers'' obedience magic used older versions of spells that had later been improved and reused in the pods, but he didn''t actually care about the details. The end result was that it gave anyone holding the leash control of the woman''s arousal—if needed, he could make this little starlet so horny she couldn''t function. The powerful magic easily kept the female docile and swimming in submissive lust. The handcuffs were just to keep the girl''s hands off herself.

Kessel preferred to keep his borrowed toys set very high. He thought it was a fitting taste for the girl of how the rest of her existence would be, her sexual flames stoked by a spell that left her with no control.

With her helpless to resist her leash, someone of course had to be assigned to attend to the vulnerable girl until she was podded. For a soldier, being appointed as a personal attendant to hold the leash of one of these beauties until she was podded was a very sought after position. To be given the responsibility of leading around a young woman they''d only seen in fashion spreads and on the holo-screen before, making sure she safely gets to where she''s supposed to be—it was a reward for the most loyal young recruits.

Kessel had thanked the attendant that had brought over this particular morsel to his table and had then led the leashed starlet away from her own going-away party—the young thing''s last social gathering before the ship''s crew came to fetch her for the podding. These functions were meant as a final opportunity for the girls to walk the red carpet and for the gossip press to ask inane questions to the naive celebrities one last time before they were gagged forever.

It was also a perfect occasion for the invited VIPs to sample the young women before they irrevocably became unavailable. Kessel may be mostly retired now, but he still had pull, and he always enjoyed going to these events. There was something delightfully miserable about a female that was about to be podded. As if she saw no reason to struggle for propriety anymore. Why not let men do whatever they wanted to her? There was no tomorrow—nothing she did mattered. Turn up the magic in the obedience collar, and the broken girls became living sex dolls. Their lack of intrinsic motivation made them unable to hold anything back when he used them. He could do whatever he wanted.

This doll had probably figured out by now that she wouldn''t get a ship named after herself, since she''d be podded on the one honoring the Princess. He wondered if that, at least on some level, made her regret her decision to submit. What neither of the girls knew was that The Dutiful Princess would be decommissioned soon, with all the podded girls on it spread to the wind and sent to various other ships—even the Princess. The Empire didn''t track the girls in the pods—a battery core was just a battery core after all—and the Royal slut would be lost in the system, forever just one anonymous podded cunt among millions of others. Not someone anyone would ever pay attention to. Once she was put in her new slot, she would probably not see the light again, at least not until it was time to move her to a new ship in a few more decades. No one would remember her by then. The Empire didn''t need her anymore, and it was time for her to be forgotten. This little impromptu inspection was Kessel''s way of celebrating this—just a few weeks from now, the spoiled little Princess that could have gotten to carry his babies if she''d only been as respectful as her younger twin sisters, would get to experience true, anonymous battery life. Finally.

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