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by Mind Guest

  be touched by that sharpened edge would grow and grow-until the first,

  light stroke came to approximate penetration. Abandoned frenzy would

  grow as the pain grew and then, at the height of agony, release would

  finally come. It could he done, I knew it could he done, and as I

  stared at Clero's happily smiling face I shook with the revulsion I felt. I didn't know how many little girls he'd laughingly cut to pieces

  while they begged for more, and I didn't care. I just knew I wouldn't

  let him make me one of them.

  "Now that we have seen her, you may begin with her," Clero said to the

  guard holding my arm, the warmth of his expression and tone suitable

  for offering cookies and milk. "Take her to the holding room beside the

  punishment cells, remove those chains and replace them with the usual

  coarse-fiber rope, and then use her. See that at least another ten of

  my tower guard also use her, but take care that no permanent injury is

  given her. Do not allow her to become aroused, and do not allow her to

  feel pleasure. Others will make her feel those things."

  Clero's pleasant chuckle turned his guests pale and made a couple of

  them swallow hard, but all the guard did was nod wordlessly and begin

  to hustle me out of the room. Bellna was crouched in a far corner of my

  mind, pulsing out whimpering terror, and more than one tendril of that

  terror was beginning to wrap itself around me. Clero had told the guard

  to take the chains I wore and replace them with rope, which would make

  the lock pick I had hidden absolutely worthless. The number of dates he

  had lined up for me would also go a far piece toward ruining the day,

  and I could feel desperation tightening the muscles of my body.

  Whatever I did in the way of escaping would have to be done before the

  line started to form; after the kind of rape Clero had prescribed for

  me, I'd be in no condition to do anything but lie there and moan.

  The guard dragged me out of the great presence and through the doors,

  and then we went back the way we had come. We continued on past the

  spot I had started from, went through four or five more rooms, then

  came to a bare-stoned stair area, beyond which was a door. Another

  guard lounged against a wall in the stair area, but the guard holding

  my arm did no more than nod to him before opening the door, shoving me

  through, then tossing it behind us. I'd been too preoccupied to notice

  it sooner, but my guard was angry; when the door was closed behind us,

  I found out why.

  "Princess," he muttered under his breath, shoving me again toward a low

  wooden table which was, along with a matching bench, the only furniture

  in the bare stone room. There was also a pile of rope in one corner,

  but rope didn't usually count as furnishings. "They waste what other

  men would kill to possess. A slave such as this one to be put beyond

  the reach of men!"

  The idea made him furious, and he pushed me so hard that I stumbled two

  steps and landed belly-down on the low table, the wrist chain digging

  into my body again and the ring knocking the wind out of me. I lay

  there with my teeth clenched, sucking air back into my lungs, suddenly

  as furious as the righteously indignant guard. He wasn't bothered

  because of what would be done to me he was bothered by the fact that I

  would no longer be available for him to do what be wanted to do to me.

  He was a junior grade sadist too limited to make the big time, and the

  lack grated. I started to push myself off the wooden table, nearly

  trembling with a rage that waited for nothing more than the chains to

  be unlocked, but a big hand in the middle of my back pushed me flat

  again.

  "A slave does not stir from where she is placed," I was informed by a

  cold voice, the hand holding me down to the table. "You will be

  informed when you have my permission to move about else you will find

  what punishment you did earlier. Do you wish to be punished?"

  "No, master," I forced myself to say in a meek whisper. Just unlock

  those chains, master, and then we'll talk about movement and

  punishment. "A pity," he commented, bringing a key to my left wrist cuff and

  opening it. "A body such as yours is made for no other thing than

  punishment. I may perhaps fetch a whip before I am done with you.

  And I may perhaps shove that whip clear up to your putrid heart, I

  growled to myself, then gasped as my left arm was twisted hard behind

  my back. A second later a rope was being tied around my wrist, and I

  found out what Clero had meant by coars-fibered; the damned thing felt

  like barbed wire digging into my skin.' I gasped again and jumped

  involuntarily, but all that got me was a knee in the back and an amused

  chuckle.

  "After my first use of you, I shall use a length or two of this rope as

  a seat upon which you may be ridden," the bastard said, reaching over

  my right shoulder to unlock the right wrist cuff. "When the ride is

  done, you will find arousal and pleasure completely beyond you just as

  the Prince wishes. For your first use, however, you will respond as I

  wish. Another moment and we may have a closer look at you."

  The extra moment was used up tying my right wrist to my left, an action

  I found as painful as you would expect with rope like that. It hurt

  even though I didn't struggle at all, and then I was turned roughly on

  my back.

  "That slave rag will hamper my enjoyment of you," the man remarked,

  bringing his key to the chain around my waist and unlocking it, then

  pulling it free of my body and throwing it aside. "You will have little

  further need of it, thereforea133"

  The sound his hands made ripping the slave shift open ended his

  sentence, and then he tossed the torn pieces of cloth to either side of

  me, the look in his eyes heating up as he took me in. The small table

  was so low and narrow that he was able to straddle me across my thighs

  and still stay on his feet, and as I looked up at him he reached down

  and stroked his fingers across my stomach.

  "I am familiar with the slave market you come from,"

  He said, grinning faintly as he watched' my face. "At one time I was

  employed there, before I accepted employment with the Prince. You had

  best be prepared to serve me."

  His grin stretched as he watched me choke, the strength of the heat

  flashing through me widening my eyes in disbelief. My body was writhing

  uncontrollably on the narrow table, suddenly in the grip of a horrible,

  crippling need. He'd keyed me with the conditioning word "serve," but

  worse than that he'd keyed Bellna. It was mostly her lack of control

  that was doing me in, but there was no way for me to stop it. I moaned

  and struggled to reach the burning that was destroying me, and to my

  horror the pain I felt in my wrists from pulling at the rope actively

  increased my need. I was responding all at once to every bit of

  conditioning I'd been subjected to, and the guard laughed as he put his

  hand between my thighs.

  "I do believe you are already prepared," he said, enjoying the way I

  gurgled and bumped at the toying motion of
his fingers. I needed him in

  me so badly I thought I would die, but he was in no hurry. "It pleases

  me to see you so eager to serve, slave," he added with another laugh.

  I screamed. Total insanity took me so completely that I remember

  nothing of what happened immediately after the scream, not until the

  swirling golden mists faded to the point where I could fight my way out

  of them. The guard was deep inside me, jolting me into the table with

  the force of pure abandonment, his swordbelt and sword gone, the ankle

  chain gone from my ankles. I became aware of the Bellna presence in my

  head, mindless with released need and simply floating, drinking in the

  sensations being forced on my body. She was actually enjoying being raped, but it was still my body and I still didn't. My arms, wrists and

  hands hurt, and so did my hack, but none of that mattered. What did

  matter was that the guard was jolting me harder and harder, nearing

  release, and that meant it would soon be over. Right after that, if I

  could still move, it would be my turn.

  The guard held back longer than I thought he could, but every man has

  his limit. He held tight to my thighs when he reached his, enjoying it

  to the end, and then he reached over to squeeze one of my breasts.

  "Should the Prince wish to see a child put upon you, it may already be

  done," he panted with a chuckle. "Once, a number of us were set the

  task of filling the belly of a pain slave. She screamed and fought each

  time one of us entered her, unable to feel pleasure in the absence of a

  knife edge. We plumbed her well, we did, pleasuring ourselves in the

  tightness of her even as we were forced to look away from the scars

  which covered her. It was her time when she was given to us, therefore

  did she soon begin to swell, and yet the effort was all for naught. The

  brat she dropped was male, therefore was its throat quickly cut. Had it

  been a girl child, the Prince would have had it raised in his own way."

  He laughed as he withdrew from me, but I couldn't help shuddering.

  Clero had surrounded himself with men as twisted as he was, and just

  being there made me sick to my stomach. There was no doubt that I had

  to get out of there, and no room for doubt in my mind that I would. I

  forced myself to sitting on the narrow table, ignoring all pain and

  weariness, and turned my head to see the guard crouched near a wall,

  measuring out two more lengths of the rope already on my wrists. My

  insides tightened at the sight, and I backed up away from the table to

  the far wall.

  "Do you seek to escape, slave?" the man asked, a chuckle accompanying

  his glance as his hands kept working. "There will be no escape for you,

  and now there must he additional punishment as well. First you will

  ride the rope, and then you will wear it as I drive you about the room.

  Afterward, you will no longer consider moving about without

  permission."

  The idea gave him such a kick that his chuckle grew a laugh, and I just

  couldn't stand any more. If I didn't get out of there right then, the

  game would he permanently over for me. The stone floor didn't look very

  appealing, but there was no choice at all. I ran two quick. steps

  forward, ducked my head as I dived for the stones, flipped over

  smoothly despite what my body felt like, and came up out of the roll

  with my bound arms in front of me rather than behind. It had taken me a

  long time to perfect that maneuver, and I'd bothered with it only

  because of the shock value it produced. My shoulders blazed with pain

  as I came erect in front of the gawking guard, but pain didn't matter

  next to the grim pleasure I felt. I took one more step forward and

  kicked the crouching guard right in the face, hearing his nose and some

  of his teeth break as he shot back against the wall. He hit with a

  heavy thwak and slid down to lie motionless on his side, but right then

  that wasn't good enough for me. I moved over to him, pulled him flat by

  one arm, gauged distances quickly, then axe-kicked him right in the

  throat. The downward arc of the kick caught him in the windpipe, and

  that was the end of fun-and-games time for him for keeps.

  I stepped back from the body and found that I was trembling, but more

  with enjoyment than from reaction. The thought of enjoying that sort of

  killing shocked me, and I turned fast to find the sword the guard had

  taken off. That world was beginning to get to me, and the best thing I

  could do was get off it as soon as possible.

  It took me a few minutes to set up the guard's sword in a position where I could use its edge, and another few minutes to saw through the

  ropes on my wrists. With the rope gone I could move my arms more

  freely, but my wrists felt as though they'd been dragged through miles

  of wire studs. The skin was rubbed raw in spots and a few of those

  spots had bled, but the wrists them-selves should still be strong

  enough to do what had to be done. Hell, they would be strong enough; I

  was in no mood for throwing in the towel.

  I'd been considering my plan of action while I was working on the

  ropes, and it had become clear that I couldn't just walk out of that

  place. I needed clothes and something to eat, and then I could be on my

  way. A small window high up in one of the walls showed that it was

  getting dark outside, so the delay of hunting up clothes and food would

  work out rather well. It was easier losing pursuit in the dark, and

  there would probably be pursuit to lose. Clero's guard setup would have

  very few holes, even from the inside out.

  With my arms free and working again, I took the dead guard's sword and

  simply walked out of the room. The stairs guard wasn't so startled that

  he didn't draw his own weapon when he saw me, but it didn't do him much

  good. I held the sword sheath in my left hand, and used it as a

  combination shield and main gauche; three passes and the stairs guard

  was done, crumpling to the floor with blood running out of him in a

  steady stream. I wiped off the worst of the mess on my blade onto his

  shoulder, then moved more cautiously as I reentered the first of the

  lower rooms. There hadn't been many people around the last time I'd

  been through them, but there was no sense in taking any unnecessary

  chances.

  The first room was nothing but a sitting room with padded benches, and

  the second was almost the same but with floor cushions as well. The

  third had everything I was looking for, which was a damned good thing;

  the deeper I went into that tower the more trapped I felt, and I

  wouldn't have been able to go on very far. A table against the side

  wall held half-a-dozen dishes of food, and a prettily carved panel slid

  aside to show a wide selection of women's clothing. I had an idea that

  Clero and his closest cronies made a habit of sitting in the

  comfortable chairs in that room and nibbling at the food while they

  played dress-up with their living toys. I could only guess at how

  stimulating it was for those men, to have what looked to be high-born

  women in front of them and be able to do anything they pleased with

  them. To or
der them to strip naked, and then watch as they put on what

  they were told to put on. Or have one put on nothing at all while the

  others dressed to the teeth. I shook my head as I helped myself to a

  side of cold roast fowl, then carried the food to the closet. I usually

  try not to make value judgments on what other people consider fun, but

  the men of that planet were just too much.

  It didn't take long to make my choice among the clothing, and it was

  perfect for my needs. The thing looked like a regular dress but it was

  a riding dress, the two legs of the pants-equivalent flowing together

  to disguise its nature. It would give me as much moving room as I

  needed without being obvious about it, and there was even a cape and a

  pair of boots that fit reasonably well. I pulled out the items I

  needed, took another bite of the roast whatever, then began getting

  dressed.

  By the time the dress and boots were on and closed, there wasn't much

  left of the roast. I chewed the last of the meat off the bones, tossed

  away the half skeleton and wiped my hands on a delicately embroidered

  cloth, then wasted another couple of seconds looking for some-thing to

  drink. There was nothing on the table but a thick, heavy wine, and I wanted nothing to do with it. Water would have been perfect, but water

  was much too common for the people who used that room. I made a small

  sound of disgust, turned away from the table then stood very still.

  "I do hope you are not thinking of leaving us, my dear," Prince Clero

  said smoothly, that beautiful smile aimed directly at me as he looked

  me over. "You would surely wound my self-conception as a host-in

  addition to disappointing my other guests."

  "Allow me to suggest that you entertain your other guests personally,"

  I said, cursing the fact that he'd felt the urge to take a walk, but

  relieved to see that he was alone. If he'd had a bunch of guards with

  him, it might have gotten sticky. "They would surely enjoy the

  opportunity of doing to you what you so often do to others."

  "I do not allow impertinence to my slaves!" he snapped, taking one

  angry step toward me. "Nor do I allow certain of them clothing! You may

  now remove those things and put yourself at my feet for the beating you

  have earned! You have my word that you will be well punished before you

  are again allowed to serve!"