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by Frost Queen Tomiko [MF] (epub)

  "Are you going to greet your lord?" he asked.

  Chiyo moaned. What else could he expect from her?

  She felt him tugging on the rope holding her hands to the top of the cage. When they came loose she immediately slumped down. It hurt, of course. Everything hurt, and it was only after an initial bloom of pain from stiff joints finally being moved that a tiny bit of relief settled in.

  Chiyo knew it would last long. The cage door swung open. She hoped he would drag her out, because moving on her own might not even be possible.

  "Come out," he said. His tone was no less harsh and pitiless, despite the difference she felt in his mood.

  Chiyo tried her best. She squirmed until she was on her side, then pushed with her feet against the back of the cage. Her legs were weak, and she still had to work her torso across the floor to get out. The stone underneath her was hard and cold, but it was still an improvement over the table or the cage.

  Akio lost his patience and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her to her knees. She tried to support her own weight, but as soon as he let her go she collapsed. Chiyo didn't want to displease him any more- he'd made his point about his ability to punish her for it very clearly- but she was at her physical limit, no matter how much she feared him.

  Chiyo whined into her gag, hoping she sounded submissive.

  "If you're so weak you shouldn't have offered resistance earlier," he said, sounding annoyed at her.

  He dug his fingers around her rope harness and dragged her, sliding her body along the floor into the next room. The one where her and her friends had been stripped and beaten. He pulled her over to a mat that was against one wall and dropped her onto it. She fell onto her back, and was able to look up at him as he descended, straddling her thighs and putting his hands on her sides.

  It was going to happen now. He was here to rape her. He slid his hands along her skin until he reached her breasts and squeezed them. She groaned, squirming in discomfort at his touch but too weak to offer any real resistance. He squeezed harder in response, and she could feel his hard cock under his robe. His grip was like iron, and her breasts were all the more sensitive for the whipping they'd taken earlier. When he'd had his fill he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them out while he did.

  Chiyo cried out, her poor voice echoing through the otherwise quiet rooms. This was hardly the most painful thing she'd had done to her tonight, but it hurt all the same. Akio didn't mind. He kept playing with her breasts, and soon it was his teeth that he was using to clamp down on her teat. She had her eyes shut now, not wanting to see the crude joy in his face while he pleased himself at her expense.

  Other parts of her body were subjected to his groping as well. He squeezed her ass with both hands while kissing her neck and stroked her legs when he moved his lips down to her stomach. Chiyo grimaced at the wetness he was leaving behind, and felt sick when he slurped at her belly button.

  She had a brief chance to rest while he untied her feet, but before she could even start to stretch them he was licking her leg, and he slowly worked his way all the way up to her inner thigh, then her belly again, then her chest, and finally to her lips. The cloth between them still offered her some protection, but almost as soon as he reached it he started to untie it.

  Chiyo was finally able to spit Yumi's underwear out of her mouth. She didn't even have the chance to savor it before Akio was upon her. She shut her lips, but he quickly slapped her breast to remind her to behave. Chiyo yelped, and tasted his mouth full on hers for having left herself open. He was grinding his cock against her now, his body pressed tightly against hers. He opened his robe so that she could feel the unwelcome touch of his bare skin against hers.

  Akio taught her to kiss him, punishing her with a sharp hand against her hide when she was too reluctant and caressing her greedily when she pleased him. Either was just as repellent to her, but she knew now how easily he could sentence her to an entire night of torture.

  Without warning Akio flipped her over, holding her back to his chest with his arm across her throat. He reached down with his other hand and ran his fingers across her pussy.

  "You learn faster than your friend," he said.

  Chiyo's heart sank. He was talking about Miyoshi.

  "I'll bet I can make you cum with your first fucking."

  His fingers penetrated her, touching parts of her that she didn't know could be touched. She wailed and struggled, no more able to remain still than if she was being burned by fire. Akio grunted in approval and tightened his grip.

  She wished he would hurry and get it over with, but he took his time, rubbing her and sending surges of intense physical sensation through her body. She tried to keep control of herself, but she was no match for him, and little but little he forced her toward sexual arousal. Her pussy soaked his fingers, letting him work them smoothly against her nerves, amplifying her reaction.

  "Please, stop!" she cried between her moaning, writhing in his iron grasp.

  "Learn to enjoy it," he said. "There will be few pleasures available to you as a slave, save for the satisfaction of serving your master. This will be the one pure pleasure that you can hope for, and you will have it in abundance if you accept it."

  He kept her on edge for far too long, easing her back if she went too far but never letting her rest. By the time he pushed her back her pussy was dripping with fluid and screaming with every touch. She was exhausted, now in a completely new way, but her body begged to be finished off.

  There were still a hundred things Chiyo didn't understand, but she knew one thing very well- that it wasn't supposed to happen this way. She remembered seeing Haru dance on the stage. That's how it should feel. He should have been the one to teach her how it felt to be touched this way. She wouldn't have minded it then, even if he tied her up first.

  Akio put his hands on her hips and brought her ass into the air. Chiyo braced herself. The tip of his penis probed at her opening before forcing its way inside. Chiyo bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood. It hurt having his entire length shoved into her virgin pussy, but the shudder it sent through her when it slid against her lips was far worse.

  Once he started pumping into her there was nothing she could do. Her body betrayed her, flooding her with sensations that she couldn't handle. She was on the verge of exploding, but even in that she was at Akio's mercy, unable to force it to happen so she could release herself from the tension. Akio fucked her firmly and steadily, but not hard enough to push her the rest of the way.

  Chiyo could barely spare the breath to scream, but she did it anyway. Akio kept his hands locked around her hips while he drove relentlessly into her, making sure that she felt every thrust and keeping her from any hope of slipping away. He went on forever, and the entire time she had to sit on the cusp as something tried to burst inside of her, knowing that if he pushed just a little harder it would happen.

  "Is this good for you?" he said, "Is your cunt full enough?"

  "Yes," she said, knowing what the truth would earn her. "It feels very- ugh!"

  She couldn't even finish the sentence. She needed relief, but there was no sign of it in sight.

  Akio grunted with every thrust now, his pace starting to creep up. Chiyo felt herself slip over the edge, screaming and thrashing about as her pussy gushed. The intensity slowly grew, and Chiyo knew that it was unstoppable now. It rose to an unbearable peak as his cock pounded away at her, and when her release finally came her body poured every last bit of its remaining energy into it. Every single one of her muscles tensed as she desperately willed it to stop, but it was intent on running its course.

  Akio wasn't finished, and even when she did start to subside he still held her captive, fucking her and keeping her from coming down completely. She couldn't even scream now. Her body was limp, jiggling every time his hips slammed into hers. His grunting gave her hope that it would end soon, but it could never be soon enough.

  Chiyo couldn't believe his stamina. She
was starting to heat back up again, and she feared that she would go through that horrible thing all over again if he didn't stop. She didn't know how she would be able to do it- she was spent to her very core. His cock was coming harder and harder, faster and faster now. Chiyo held on, and finally her prayers were answered when she felt his cum emptying inside of her. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but after a few hard pushes to make his point, he finally slowed down, stopped, and let her rest.

  "You sounded very happy back there. Are you looking forward to the next dick that fills your hole?"

  "Yes," she said, her voice weak. "I hope you fuck me again soon."

  He couldn't possibly believe her, but he was satisfied none the less. Soon she was locked in her cage again, but at least this time she was free from her gag and wasn't tied to the top bars. Her pussy was sore; Akio had been nothing like gentle with her. Her arms hurt even more than before, having a fresh round of torture to force her to struggle against her implacable bondage.

  Chiyo didn't fall asleep. She passed out, exhaustion simply overwhelming her and dragging her into unconsciousness.

  Chapter 4

  The Battle of Hope and Fate

  Yumi bit down hard on her gag. There were dozens of men in the hall, most of them soldiers. All of them were looking at her as she was marched passed them. They weren't the first men to see her naked and bound with rope, but the way she was being casually shown to all of them was a fresh kind of insult.

  Miyoshi wasn't far behind her. After Akio had finished raping her they'd both been brought to another room to spend the night. They'd been hogtied on the floor with wooden stocks locked around their necks, left to spend a sleepless night next to each other while aching joints gnawed at them. A new gag had been put in her mouth- a wooden bar that sat between her teeth and kept her from closing her lips fully around it. After a night spent drooling uncontrollably her mouth felt like sandpaper.

  He'd also left the mark on the back of her neck. It stayed for hours, driving her mad, until her sweat finally soaked it enough to free her. She shuddered to think what he could do with the brush if he used something more permanent than honey.

  Two soldiers had come to collect them not long after the sun rose, and now they were on their way to face Lord Akio again. The man beside her kept his hand locked around her arm. It wasn't the only place he'd put it. The bastard had taken his opportunity when she was first let out of the stock to grope her thoroughly, even poking his finger around in her pussy. It was one thing to be Akio's slave, but for it to be open season for every man in the castle to humiliate her like that- Yumi knew that as soon as she got the opportunity she was going to hurt someone. Badly.

  Akio was waiting on a large balcony, framed by two gargoyles that sat perched on the corners. He was standing strait and motionless as he looked out over the fortress grounds. Chiyo was also there. She looked just as tired and beaten as Yumi felt with her head bowed and her face red with shame. Yumi dropped to her knees next to her, and Miyoshi followed, lining them up just as they'd been before being stripped and tortured the night before. Akio let them wait, gazing out over the yard.

  "Your oath," he finally said. "I'll have it now."

  He turned around and took a few steps to stand in front of Chiyo.

  She was trembling now, but she opened her mouth and spoke, her meek voice uttering words that tore at Yumi's heart.

  "I swear to obey and serve you, my lord and master, without question or hesitation. I kneel to you as your property, to be done with as ever you please, for as long as I live. May your will be my only thought, and your satisfaction my only desire."

  They were the same words the soldiers repeated to Yumi and Miyoshi while they were still in their stocks. They were the same words she would be expected to say as soon as Chiyo was done.

  "Good. Since I've already had my taste of you, I will reward my master slave handler- you met him last night, the one wearing the mask- by offering you to him tonight. He had some generous words to say this morning about how well you performed on the rack, and he's looking forward to having your cunt."

  Yumi kept silent with her head bowed, just as Chiyo's was, while absolute rage flowed through her veins. He'd raped Chiyo too, from the sound of it, and now he was going to let the man who'd tortured her all night enjoy himself with her.

  "I expect he'll let his assistants have you as well, once he's done. Serve all of them well. My slaves are the slaves of anyone I grant them to, and they will have my full permission to punish you should you forget the oath you've just sworn."

  Akio crossed in front of Yumi, stopping before Miyoshi. Yumi saw the soldier removing her gag out of the corner of her eye.

  "Quickly," said Akio. "I have business to attend to."

  "I swear to serve and obey you, my master, without question or hesitating. I kneel to you as your property; do with me whatever you please, as long as I live. Your will will be my only thought, and your satisfaction my only desire."

  "That was... close. You will have to learn to pay better attention from on now. Orders are to be carried out with precision. Our commands are now the most important things in the world for you. Remember them accordingly."

  "Now," continued Lord Akio, "Captain Teruo has distinguished himself recently. You'll be serving him tonight. He won't mind if you're dry when he goes in, but I suggest making an effort regardless. You'll be serving many other men soon, and you'll need the practice."

  Yumi still had the image in her head from last night, where Akio had forced himself onto Miyoshi. It had been a brutal, pitiless assault. How was she supposed to 'practice' that? Yumi had waited for Akio to take her as well, but he never did. She would have taken Miyoshi's place in an instant, if she has the choice, but instead she had to watch the whole thing while hanging helplessly from her arms.

  Akio's boot appeared on the spot of floor Yumi was staring at, and her gag was loosened and pulled from her mouth. It was her turn. She wanted more than ever to tell him how much she hated him, and how she would rather kill herself than fuck him, but she knew that if she did Chiyo and Miyoshi would share her punishment. Yumi didn't know if she could stand any more herself. She still hadn't been fed or given water, and she'd been tied up some way or another since the fight yesterday.

  "I swear to obey and serve you," she said, acidly. "My lord and master. Without question or hesitation. I kneel as your property, to be done with as ever you like, for as long as I live. May your will be my only thought... and your satisfaction my only desire."

  Yumi felt like her ropes were squeezing her body even tighter as she spoke. She couldn't believe how humiliating it was to surrender to him. She didn't just say the words, she felt them, deeply. Akio loomed over her like a giant, and as much as she despised him something about being forced to submit at his feet made him seem like a greater man than any other she could think of. She wished that her friends were gone, and that it was only a battle between her and Akio. It would be easier that way, even if she lost.

  "I am... not convinced," he said. "I suppose I can call it progress, but your tone speaks more clearly than you words."

  "Gag them again," he ordered. "Crucify the other two, and leave them there until their cunts are needed. Tie this one to a post and make her watch them suffer."

  Yumi snapped her head up, trying to tell him to stop, but the wooden bar was already at her lips, hands occupying her face to shove it in and interrupting her words. Her friends all tried to speak to, pleading for mercy, but none of them had time before they were only able to whine pitifully, the gags making their words incoherent.

  "Quiet!" said Akio, silencing their whining. "You two have just given an oath to serve me however I desire. Right now, what I desire is for you to languish in misery in order to improve your friend's attitude. You will provide this for me, just as you will provide your bodies to my men later tonight."

  "You," he said, pulling Yumi's head back, "Will come to my bed tonight. You will offer your flesh to me, and you wil
l show me in no uncertain terms that you have accepted your place as a slave."

  "Take them."

  Akio walked away, disappearing behind them while the soldiers pulled them to their feet. Yumi was sick to her stomach. For the second time she'd sentenced Chiyo and Miyoshi to be punished for her defiance. On top of everything, he had to make sure that she felt guilty for the horrible things he was doing to her.

  Before she walked into the open yard Yumi had no idea how easy she'd had it with on the men in the hall looking at her. When the sun of the morning sky fell onto her naked skin it was for hundreds to see. Even worse, everyone from Umai was there, locked in cages along the fortress wall. All of them could see her, the person they looked up to when they needed help, helpless to even refuse to grovel at Akio's feet. She put her head down, unable to look back at them, terrified of what she'd see in their eyes.

  The ground underneath her bare feet was already hot, and it burned as she walked over it. When she was dropped to her knees- always on her knees- her shins took their turn to soak up the heat. While she waited the soldiers relayed Akio's orders to a group of men, who wasted no time carrying them out. The ground had deep, wide holes in it that let the men drop wooden posts into them. Yumi's back was pressed against one of them, and rope was passed between her arms and her torso, looped around back, and pulled tight. It didn't take much to fix her solidly to the thick column of wood, and it was far too heavy for her to lift by herself.

  Next it was Miyoshi's turn. A wooden cross was lying on the ground, with the top supported by a block so that rope could be looped around the arms. Miyoshi was untied and her body laid atop it. Her elbows were hooked over the arms, held there by the soldiers while they were tied to the wood. Her legs were bent and her feet tied to the post where they wouldn't be able to support her.