The Isle of Torment

by Andrew Hunter

  “No,” Anavaiel panted, “don’t stop now.”

  Tanys grinned up her, enjoying the pleading look in the princess’s eyes. Then she lowered her mouth to the girl’s glistening mound and taught her a new pleasure.

  Tanys fell upon her like a hungry beast, fucking the girl with her tongue, all but devouring her, and the princess surrendered unconditionally to her new master.

  Anavaiel lifted her hips, giving herself to Tanys to use as she pleased, and Tanys took her. The princess cried out as she approached climax, her legs shaking as Tanys held her fast, probing ever deeper with her tongue, tasting the sweet nectar of her virgin lust.

  Then Anavaiel screamed as her knees clamped together across Tanys’s shoulders, and her young body spasmed as she came.

  Tanys withdrew her tongue with a flick and pinned Anavaiel’s clit between her teeth as she rode out the orgasm. Every time the princess gasped for a breath, Tanys had only to flick the trapped pink bud with the tip of her tongue, and the princess would shudder again in desperate climax.

  At last, Tanys released the girl’s tender flesh, apologizing for the brutal treatment with a soft kiss. Anavaiel’s hips slumped as the strength went out of her legs, and they splayed apart on either side of Tanys’s body.

  Tanys looked with pride at the sodden mess she had made of Anavaiel’s bed sheets and the trembling mound of the girl’s sex atop them. She lowered her face again and began to lick the girl clean. Anavaiel shook with every touch of Tanys’s tongue and moaned softly. She wasn’t finished yet.

  Anavaiel’s hips lifted again, weakly offering herself once more. Tanys slipped her hands beneath the girl’s buttocks lifting her sex for inspection. Tanys’s tongue drifted lower still, tasting the heavy musk that lingered where the dead ghast’s cock had probed against Anavaiel’s ass. She licked it clean. As her tongue pressed against the delicate puckered orifice, Anavaiel came again, and once more as Tanys pushed ever so slightly inside. She held her tongue there as the tight flesh softened more with every shuddering orgasm.

  “Oh, yesss!” Anavaiel hissed as the hard tip of Tanys’s tongue slipped deeper inside. She gasped as a new climax pushed her beyond the ability to speak. Then she slumped in utter release as Tanys withdrew.

  Anavaiel looked up at Tanys with weary adoration as the raven-haired woman dragged herself up to lay a kiss upon her lips. The princess sucked at Tanys’s lips between gasping breaths, savoring her own taste for the first time.

  “That is what it should feel like, Ana,” Tanys sighed.

  “Thank you!” Anavaiel gasped. “Thank you!”

  Tanys smiled, brushing back the princess’s golden hair and basking in the lingering glow of the girl’s passion.

  Anavaiel’s eyes lowered to the swell of Tanys’s breasts, and then she looked up with a hesitant expression on her face. “May I… may I try?” she asked.

  Tanys lowered herself to the bed as Anavaiel moved aside to let her lay in her place. Tanys lifted her arms above her head and spread her legs slightly as she settled in. She gave Anavaiel an encouraging smile. “Go ahead,” she said.

  Anavaiel hesitated, unsure of where to begin, and then she reached out to stroked Tanys’s right nipple with her fingertips.

  “Don’t be shy,” Tanys said, “You won’t hurt me.”

  Anavaiel leaned down, softly kissing the underside of Tanys’s breast, her hand resting gently upon Tanys’s stomach. Then she parted her lips and took Tanys’s nipple into her mouth. Tanys sighed at the feathery touch of Anavaiel’s tongue and then bit her lip as the princess pushed down, moaning against a mouthful of Tanys’s flesh.

  Anavaiel pulled back, drawing Tanys’s breast up with her as she sucked at it. Then Tanys flinched as the girl’s teeth pressed into her delicate flesh.

  “I’m sorry,” Anavaiel gasped, releasing Tanys’s breast.

  “It’s all right,” Tanys laughed, “I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

  “Did I hurt you?” Anavaiel asked, blushing with shame.

  “No!” Tanys said, “You didn’t hurt me.”

  “I did,” Anavaiel said, her eyes downcast, “I’m so sorry.”

  “No,” Tanys insisted, “It’s all right… really.” She lifted herself on her left elbow and reached out with her right hand to pull Anavaiel close again. She lowered the girl’s face to her right breast and offered her dark nipple to her again. “Try again,” she said.

  Anavaiel overcame her fear and embarrassment, taking the sensitive organ into her mouth once more. Tanys smiled, pulling Anavaiel down with her as she lay back upon the bed again.

  Anavaiel licked and kissed Tanys’s nipple, almost apologetically.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Tanys said, “Bite me.”

  “What?” Anavaiel murmured, her eyes lifting from Tanys’s breast.

  “Not hard,” Tanys chuckled, “just gently, as though you were trying to hold a grape between your teeth without breaking its skin.”

  “I…” Anavaiel said, hesitating again.

  “Bite me,” Tanys laughed, “I promise it won’t hurt.”

  Anavaiel sighed and then took Tanys’s nipple once again between her teeth. Tanys braced herself, feeling a little flutter of fear at giving her body as a learning tool to such a novice.

  Anavaiel gave Tanys a questioning look as she pressed her teeth into the delicate tip of her nipple.

  “Harder,” Tanys said, then she bit her lip as the girl’s teeth sank in a little further.

  “’ike ‘hat?” Anavaiel mouthed, her eyes full of girlish enthusiasm.

  “Yeah,” Tanys said, forcing a smile. Her hips squirmed as little tingles of pain radiated from her bitten nipple.

  Anavaiel seemed to lose her inhibitions then. Tanys tried to hide her sigh of relief as the girl released her bite, but she yelped a moment later when Anavaiel took the whole nipple into her mouth and dragged it roughly between her teeth as she withdrew. She plucked at the stinging tip with her teeth as the delicate bud snapped back into place, and then she looked up at Tanys again to see how she had done.

  “Very good,” Tanys sighed, fighting the urge to cover her breast with her hand. She laced her fingers together behind her head and resolved to offer her body in sacrifice to the virgin princess’s education.

  Reassured, Anavaiel fell eagerly upon Tanys’s left breast, kneading it between her hands as she suckled and nipped. Tanys tried at least to be grateful that her bruised right nipple was now recovering safely, thanks to the distraction provided by its ravaged sister.

  Tanys whimpered as the princess performed her now signature move of the biting nipple stretch before releasing the tender nipple to quiver atop its creamy mound.

  “This is fun!” Anavaiel laughed.

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Tanys sighed, “but in the future, you might not want to…”

  “I’m going to do between your legs next!” Anavaiel said with a frightening eagerness in her eyes.

  “No biting there!” Tanys hissed.

  Anavaiel looked stricken. “But… you bit me there.”

  “I know what I’m doing!” Tanys said.

  The girl’s eyes fell. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I’ve never really done anything like this before… I was just excited.”

  Tanys sighed and spread her legs wide. “All right,” she said, “Just a little biting though… and not hard!”

  Anavaiel’s grin returned as she shimmied down the bed toward Tanys’s crotch. She looked like a starving mouse about to feast upon a ripe peach.

  Tanys groaned softly as she offered her fruit to the hungry little mouse.

  ****

  Brynn was leaning against the wall, waiting, when Tanys got back to her room.

  “What happened?” the beastmaster asked, a trace of fear in his eyes.

  Tanys simply grabbed him by the collar and dragged him inside when Naietta opened the door for her.

  “What happened?” Brynn demanded angrily.

  Tan
ys pulled him over beside the bed and tossed the bundle clothes containing her knives onto the bed. She released her hold on Brynn and braced her hands against the footboard as she presented her rump to him. “Shut up and fuck me,” she moaned.

  Brynn sighed and pulled his cock from his pants. She only had a few moments to wait before he was hard enough to slip inside her.

  The bedframe creaked as he pounded into her, rough and angry. Brynn’s fingers dug into her hips as he clutched her tight. He took a long time to come. Perhaps he was still feeling the discomfort of his injured balls, or perhaps his mind was too full of worries. Tanys didn’t care.

  Tanys groaned loudly as they came together, all of her pent up sexual tension exploding into a single, savage orgasm. Brynn hissed out a string of curses as he came, filling her with his hot seed.

  At last, he pulled out and staggered away, wiping his brow from the exertion.

  “What was that about?” he asked, tucking his dripping member back into his pants.

  Tanys threw herself across the bed, fingering herself into a final shivery climax as she looked up at him with a sex-drunk grin. “I’ve just spent the last hour and a half being petted to death by a Zhadeen princess,” she said, “I needed someone to finish the job.”

  “You’re welcome,” he grumbled, “now what the fuck happened with Vriene?”

  “He was just playing with his toys,” Tanys said, “He doesn’t suspect anything… as a matter of fact…” Tanys pulled the bloody bundle of clothes from beneath her hip and unwrapped her daggers.

  “Where did you get those?” Brynn gasped.

  “They’re mine,” Tanys sighed, gazing lovingly at her twin blades, “I took them back from the ghast prick that was trying to rape Anavaiel.”

  “The Zhadeen girl?” Brynn asked, taking an unconscious step backward at the sight of the blades.

  “Yeah,” Tanys said, polishing a smudge of blood from the black steel with her thumb.

  “So Vriene had you do the princess instead?” Brynn scoffed.

  “No,” Tanys said, “That was after… she was… grateful.”

  Brynn chuckled and shook his head.

  “Did you get any other weapons?” Tanys asked.

  “Enough that we can all die fighting,” Brynn said, averting his eyes with a worried look on his face.

  “Good,” Tanys said, “Get some sleep tonight. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

  “If we’re lucky,” Brynn sighed.

  “Are you sure your balls are still attached?” Tanys said.

  “Fuck you,” Brynn said.

  Tanys stretched out languidly on her bed, her hands behind her head with her daggers lying across her belly. “Do you have a plan for getting us off the island?” she asked.

  “That’s easy enough,” Brynn said, turning to go. He paused at the door and looked back. “Just remember,” he said, “I can control the sea beast. You’re not that strong yet, so don’t get any ideas about leaving me behind.”

  “Don’t worry,” Tanys laughed, “You may be an asshole, but I’ve grown rather fond of what you keep in your pants… As long as you stay attached to that, you’re coming with me.”

  Brynn shook his head and keyed the door open before stepping out into the hall.

  Chapter 12

  Tanys woke instantly from a deep sleep, her hands on her daggers, as the door to her room opened.

  Vael, the faceless boy stood in the doorway, a bundle of cloth under one arm and a steaming bucket in his other hand.

  “What is it?” Tanys demanded, “How long have I been asleep?”

  “I don’t know, my lady,” Vael said, his voice wavering with fear.

  “What is it?” Tanys asked, on her feet with her blades in hand.

  “I… I am to bathe and dress you,” Vael said, “The Master requires your presence.”

  A thrill of fear went through Tanys’s body. “Where’s Naietta?” she asked.

  “She was summoned by the Master as well,” Vael said, looking down.

  A sick twisting feeling churned within her, but Tanys pushed her fears aside.

  “Take me there at once,” she said.

  “I must bathe you first,” Vael said, “and he wants you to wear… this.”

  Tanys’s eyes fell to the bundle of white silk in the boy’s outstretched hand. “What’s happening, Vael?” she asked.

  “He said…” Vael whispered hoarsely, “He said to tell you that it was time to fulfill your oath.”

  “My oath?” Tanys murmured.

  Vael set aside the bundle of silk and stooped to pull a wet rag from the bucket he had laid on the floor at his feet. “Please, my lady,” Vael said, “I must obey his command… and so must you… please.”

  Tanys stood, lost in her thoughts, as the faceless boy washed the traces of blood and sex from her naked body.

  ****

  The doors to Vriene’s theater opened before Tanys as she stood, wrapped head to toe in the white silk bodysuit the demoniac had given her. It clung to her skin as tightly as the black silk of the spidersilk clothing that she had worn as Lord Carathan’s Blood Guard, but she doubted it would posses any of the protective properties of her original silk armor. She had no doubts about the quality of the twin black blades that she held in her hands at her sides.

  Her heart sank when she saw the tables surrounding the pit filled with feasting ghasts and Naietta standing, clothed in her white linen dress, and glassy-eyed in the center of the floor.

  “Ah, Tanys!” Vriene called out, his voice full of mirth as he raised his wine cup in greeting, “I see you brought your knives! Good… you will need them.”

  Tanys’s jaw twitched with suppressed rage as she stared back at him.

  “Come in,” Vriene said, “all of your friends are here… at least all of them that have a chance to live another night.”

  Tanys took a step cautiously into the room, sighting Princess Anavaiel at Vriene’s right hand. The girl looked sick with fear, but not so sick as did the pallid beastmaster Brynn who sat in the chair nearest the door. Brynn looked as though he might vomit as he struggled not to make eye contact with Tanys. Had he sold her out?

  Then Tanys saw the hateful grin on Vecca’s face as she sat, hunched in a chair not far from Vriene’s left hand. Tanys met her gaze with undisguised loathing.

  “Don’t lurk in the doorway!” Vriene laughed, “You’re letting the chill in!”

  Tanys hesitated, thinking of making a run for it, to try to reach Berra and Tyll and Ghodn, but she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Naietta to Vriene’s sick mercies.

  As if sensing her thoughts, Vriene rose to his feet and lifted the ruby head of his cane to his lips. When he spoke again, his voice thrummed with magic power. “Come in!” he commanded.

  Tanys felt her body lurch into action, unbidden by her will. Her eyes went wide with fear to find herself powerless to resist the demoniac’s command.

  Vriene laughed merrily at the look on her face. “Oh, don’t you remember when you said that you would do whatever I required of you?” he said, “You shouldn’t make promises you don’t intend to keep… especially not to me.”

  Tanys fought to control her fear, even if she could no longer control her limbs. She had to stall for time to think.

  “Forgive me… Master,” Tanys said, lowering her eyes, “I meant no disrespect.”

  Vriene observed her in silence for a long moment, a cruel smile on his thin lips. “Of course not,” he said at last, sitting down again, “I trust I will not need to repeat my instructions again.”

  “No, Master,” Tanys said.

  “Good,” Vriene said, and, with a wave of his hand, Tanys regained control of her body.

  Tanys sighed, shivering at the sense of violation she had felt under his control.

  “I take it you recognize the serving girl here,” Vriene said, gesturing toward Naietta with his wine cup.

  “She was on my ship when you captured it,” Tanys said, hop
ing to distance herself from Naietta for the girl’s protection.

  “A dear friend of yours, I believe,” Vriene said.

  “An… acquaintance,” Tanys said, “nothing more.”

  “Well then, perhaps this will be an easier choice for you than I had thought,” Vriene mused.

  “What choice?” Tanys demanded, almost choking on the words.

  “Bring me her face,” Vriene said, matter-of-factly.

  “Or what?” Tanys sobbed.

  “Or I command you to do it… and you will anyway, no matter how hard you try to resist,” Vriene chuckled, “and then I'll have you peel the faces from my traitorous beastmaster…and the little princess too.”

  Anavaiel gasped in horror.

  “You see, I could command you to do all these horrible things, and you would, no matter how much you fought me,” Vriene said, “but it wouldn’t really be you doing it… not much fun in that, really. I’d much prefer you did my bidding willingly, burying your guilt by choosing the lesser evil, but knowing forever after that you did it willingly. The pleasure of that pain is far more delicious than any I would derive by watching you flay your lovers at my compulsion.”

  Laughter erupted from the assembled throngs of ghasts.

  “Fuck you, Vriene,” Tanys hissed, “You’re going to kill us all anyway.”

  Vriene laughed loudly. “Oh, Tanys,” he sighed, “I’m not going to kill you. The truth is, I’ve already forgiven you for trying to run away… I would have expected nothing less of you. I just wanted to see how far you’d get before I grew bored with watching you play out this little fantasy of escape. I’ve suspected Brynn would turn on me for some time now… little surprise there. I’m not even going to kill him for trying… punish, yes, quite severely, but not kill… I’m not the killing sort, Tanys.”

  “I am!” Tanys spat, yanking her arm back with the intent of hurling one of her daggers through his black heart.

  Vriene jabbed his ruby cane toward her, and Tanys’s body froze, locked in a paralyzing seizure that drove her to her knees.