Slaves of Elysium

by W. S. Antony

  Finally they were all perfectly clean and dry and hanging loosely in the restraints. Jeni felt excited and yet also relaxed, despite her uncertainty about what was yet to come. Could one shower, however vigorous and intimate, do that?

  Takydis addressed them earnestly. ‘Shortly you will be assessed by Remnos Kara in person. Think yourselves lucky you are in the hands of such a skilled trainer. When a slave from the House of Remnos is sent to the auction, all know they are buying quality. You will be on your best behaviour, because you don’t want to disappoint her...’ he gave a little smile that was devoid of any humour, ‘...or me. Don’t speak until you are spoken to, and address her at all times as Mistress Kara. While you are in the care of the House of Remnos, she is your absolute master, remember that.’

  He took down a long chain and passed it through their collar rings, becoming fussy and slightly bumbling, as though anxious to win their understanding.

  ‘There, don’t you look pretty in chains? Traditional restraints are still popular, you know. You’ll find we use them a lot in House of Remnos. And so many other little devices. You’ll see, you’ll see. Now, this way.’

  Takydis freed them from the force restraints, secured their hands behind their backs, and picked up the end of the long chain. Mellowed and still slightly disorientated after their showers, they followed along obediently after him.

  He led them back up the stairs, past the courtyard door and on up to the top floor. Here he paused before a door of black ebony.

  ‘Mistress Kara’s receiving room,’ he announced, in almost reverential tones. ‘Heads up, now. Stand proudly.’ He knocked gently, and then led the girls inside.

  The room was spacious, with plain white walls lit by balcony windows that looked out over the courtyard. The only furnishings were a large ebony desk with a pair of matching high-backed chairs before it. The centre of the room was open and dominated by a large, round black carpet. As they were led across it Jeni felt her bare feet sink into its thick pile. A few carefully framed pictures hung discreetly on the walls, featuring slender bodies artfully bound by ropes and chains, all drawn in delicate lines and softly wash-tinted. But Jeni had little time to take in any further details as they were lined up before mistress Kara herself.

  She was seated behind the desk, reading from a computer pad, and she almost merged in with the polished ebony desktop and heavy matching study chair. Her sleeveless dress was black, as was her hair, combed back severely from her face and then coiled and pinned high on her head. Her skin was paler than the Elysian norm, but she had the same long straight nose, strong jaw line and high cheekbones. Around her slim neck was a silver filigree choker band, set with a single emerald-green stone.

  ‘The five new girls from the Erekthion, Remnos Kara,’ Takydis announced.

  Mistress Kara looked up at them. Her eyes were deep green, matching the stone in her choker. Her lips were wide, perfectly shaped and very red; the strongest and brightest colour in the room, Jeni realised. Possibly that was intentional. It accentuated her already striking presence and suggested cool beauty, yet also hinted at a passionate and sensuous nature kept under strict control.

  ‘Ah, yes, the council contract. I’ve just been reading their files.’

  She rose from her chair and came out from behind the desk. Her dress, Jeni now saw, was ankle length, her toes peeping out of black sandals beneath it. As she passed the light from the balcony Jeni noticed the material was in fact very fine, with no suggestion of any undergarments.

  Mistress Kara walked around them as they stood in a trembling line in the middle of the carpet, subjecting them to close scrutiny. Jeni felt herself blushing under her penetrating gaze, and her nipples began to lift in excitement at the fact that it should fall on her. Desperately she concentrated on what else she could tell about this intimidating woman.

  She was tall, with a neat waist, curved hips and a high bust-line. ‘Statuesque’ came to Jeni’s mind. She moved gracefully and surely, without any wasted gestures.

  Kara stopped before Reena and consulted her pad. ‘I see from your records that you refused the good marriage your parents had arranged and tried to run away with a common artisan. For that you were disowned. And as your paramour then also abandoned you, the state took you in charge. Having no other useful skills or talents it was decided you might make a passable pleasure slave.’ Mistress Kara smiled slightly. ‘We shall see.’

  She moved on to Zarri, reading her file. ‘Not content with a perfectly adequate standard of living for one of your class, and unable to better yourself in any honest way, you took to petty thieving. When finally arrested and without any close family to make restitution on your behalf, you have been sentenced to slavery until your debts are paid.’ Kara looked the girl sternly in the eye. ‘Needless to say, any attempt to return to your old ways whilst in my care will be severely punished.’

  Zarri shivered, biting her lip.

  Kara stopped in front of Cynim.

  ‘A captive from the Kladrian raid, I see. A free woman in your own country, your family was unable for some reason to pay the usual ransom, so there was only one thing to do with you.’ Cynim looked close to tears and Kara patted her arm consolingly. ‘Don’t worry, my dear. You may return to them one day, and you will have acquired a useful skill in the process. A former pleasure slave will never be short of company.’

  Finally Kara came to Jeni and Rebecca.

  ‘And of course, our lost barbarians from a faraway land. Yes, you might have potential, though I understand you are not used to our ways. Were you free women in your own land?’

  ‘Yes, Mistress Kara,’ they said together. She reached out and cupped one of their breasts in each hand, fondling and squeezing the warm globes of flesh while watching their eyes intently. ‘And now you must learn the art of slavery. Do you think you will make good slaves?’

  ‘Yes, Mistress Kara,’ they both said again.

  But she noted Rebecca’s slight hesitation even as her body stiffened, while Jeni’s voice lowered and her shoulders dropped slightly.

  ‘One yielding, one hard,’ Kara declared. ‘A rebel and a submissive together. Yet despite such different natures you both scored highly on your stimulation index tests.’ She looked at Takydis. ‘Such a valuable opportunity is too good to miss. We will train them as a pair. And see to their hair, of course.’

  Takydis gave a small bow. ‘As you wish, Remnos Kara.’

  The powerful woman stepped back and addressed all five of them. ‘What you were no longer matters. Here you are all equal, to be punished or rewarded according to the aptitude you show in learning your new craft. Yes, being a pleasure slave is a craft with its own skills and secrets. Some may excel in it by chance of nature, others by application. But by whatever means, you will become proficient in its ways. It will not be easy and you will experience both pain and pleasure, though you may find the two hard to distinguish as time goes by. I warn you; prison discipline is mild compared to what you will undergo in my house.’

  The five girls trembled and swayed at the dark menace behind her words.

  ‘And your first lesson will be total surrender, both of body and mind. Abandon any notions of self-worth or any desire for freedom you may still harbour until I say otherwise. If you ever wish them restored and to return to society you must first know utter helplessness and degradation. You will be taken beyond shame, broken, stripped of all inhibitions, reduced to blank clay ready to be moulded into useful obedient slaves, fit to serve any master or mistress in any way without hesitation.’ She nodded to Takydis. ‘Take them away.’

  They were marched back down the stairs, past the chamber with the automated shower and into the basements. Beyond a studded wooden door was a room in which a dozen small cages were set out in a ring. Each cage was formed of an open lattice of copper bars, resting on its own raised plinth. Behind the cages the walls were hung with silver met
al straps, rings and other devices.

  Two men were waiting in the room for them. They were both large and powerfully built, and wore only sandals and a loincloth confined by a broad black belt, from which hung a controller, a cane, a lash, and what looked like a short truncheon.

  ‘Sak and Darro will see to you now,’ Takydis told them, handing over their lead chain to one of the men. He gave the pair no instructions, as though they knew exactly what to do.

  Sak and Darro loosed Zarri from the chain first, manipulating her small body with the ease and sureness born out of long practice handling female flesh.

  First they clamped a hood-like frame of metal straps over Zarri’s head; heavier, tighter and more confining than the bridles had been, leaving only small triangles of flesh or hair showing. Her eyes were covered by round, soft rubber flaps, which could be folded over or back as desired.

  Thicker rubber pads covered her ears. A hard rubber ball-gag was pushed between her lips, forcing her mouth open in a fixed ‘O’, which was then hooked to the frame enclosing her head, thereby stifling her groans and whimpers.

  Fingerless rubber mittens were then drawn over her hands so she could not touch any part of her or even flex her fingers.

  Her arms were pulled behind her and her forearms locked together so that they lay side by side across her back. She was bent over and her legs parted so an anal plug could be pushed up her rear. The outer lips of her tight quim were spread and a rubber-jawed clamp like a large, curving bulldog clip was closed over her inner flesh petals, sealing off the last of her intimate orifices. Then they coiled extra metal straps around her body, locking them about her upper arms, her chest tight under her breasts, her waist, thighs, and just below her knees.

  With Zarri swathed in rubber and metal, Sak and Darro opened up one of the small cages and slid her inside. One of them pointed his belt controller. The fields flowing through the cage frame took hold of the metal bands enclosing Zarri’s body and lifted and twisted her about until she was posed to their liking. She appeared to be kneeling in mid-air, with her masked face pressed against the front of the cage, her knees widespread and pulled forward, and her taut buttocks with the ring handle of the rubber plug rising between them pushed against the cage rear.

  Jeni saw the girl’s muscles tensing as she struggled against her invisible bonds. She could push her legs a little way outwards and arch her back slightly, but the fields restored her to her original position as soon as she ceased to strain. Zarri was in a state close to absolute helplessness, and Jeni gazed at her with fearful fascination.

  Next the two slave masters took hold of Rebecca, who resisted briefly and feebly, then seemed to go limp as the strength left her. In a couple of minutes she also hung within a cage, bent over, muted, immobile, her outthrust bottom vulnerable and inviting. Reena accepted her bonds with a show of dignified resignation, while Cynim was too numb with despair to struggle, and was handled like a rag doll.

  When her turn came, Jeni did not resist. She felt this was her ultimate test. If, in the face of Mistress Kara’s dark warning, she could accept whatever this extreme bondage presaged, then she could face anything thereafter, and by doing so perhaps also prove her destiny.

  So she surrendered herself into Sak and Darro’s capable hands and allowed her senses full reign. As she was masked and plugged and bound, she savoured every touch of flesh and rubber and metal. As a pliant, trembling bundle she was carried to her cage. The fields took hold of the bands that confined her and bent her into the pose her masters desired. It was a humiliating posture, but a proud one for a slave girl she realised. It showed her off to advantage, revealing her imprisoned features, her swaying breasts and open crotch.

  Jeni thrilled at her confinement and the growing warmth in her groin that could not, and indeed need not, be hidden any longer. They wanted pleasure slaves who would accept punishment as their lot and respond with passion, didn’t they? This room, this cage would help forge her into one. As wetness seeped around her pinched sex lips she knew it was already working its purpose.

  Joyfully she strained against her bonds, feeling the give in the confining fields that strictly limited her movements – enough to stretch, but no further. What more did she need? Her arms were clamped behind her back, her hands enclosed in thick gloves so they could touch nothing, not even herself. Another simple function denied her. No doubt there was a reason that would become clear in time. Meanwhile she would not let it trouble her. It was not her place to question, only to accept what had been done and wait for what was to come.

  With the support of the metal bands and the lattice mask about her head the posture was not too uncomfortable. How long would she and the others be held down here like this?

  As long as necessary, of course.

  Sak and Darro went round the ring of cages pulling down the rubber blinkers. Jeni had a last glimpse of Rebecca’s pale face and fearful eyes, and then the scene was blotted out.

  The pads over her ears muted other sounds. She could believe she was floating alone in infinite darkness; a vessel of flesh, a girl-ship, adrift in the night, awaiting her captain’s next command.

  And it came!

  Kara’s voice sounded in her ears through tiny speakers in the ear-pads, sounding gentle but masterful.

  ‘Listen to me. You are a slave. Your will is nothing. You exist only to serve others. Your proper place is on your knees, your purpose to obey. You are a slave.’

  Chapter 10

  Blinkered as she was, Jeni soon lost track of time while suspended in her cage. This disorientation was part of the training process, of course, along with the recording of mistress Kara’s voice in her ears reinforcing her message of submission and servitude. Gradually the rest of the world melted away, leaving only her cage, the bonds that held her and the touch of her jailers.

  Over the timeless interval that followed, Sak and Darro became everything to her, though she knew nothing about them except their names. They fed and watered her, used her body for their pleasure and administered punishment when they chose. They were her keepers, her masters, her teachers.

  It began a few hours, as far as she could judge, after she had been caged; her wandering thoughts interrupted by her mouth plug being removed. As she tried to pass her tongue round her dry stretched lips, something else was pushed into her mouth. For a moment she thought it was an erect penis and almost choked. But as she cautiously explored it with her tongue she found it was in fact a soft rubber tube with the head realistically moulded to resemble the male organ. And the tip was wet with water. She sucked as well as her stiff mouth allowed and a little more water trickled down her throat. Evidently she was meant to work to get a drink.

  When the drinking tube was removed another fake phallus was pushed into her mouth. Sucking on this delivered small dollops of liquidised food, tasting similar to that she had in prison. It was harder work, but she managed to suck out and swallow a reasonable amount.

  A little later the feeding tube was removed, her mouth was washed out with a spray of chemical-tasting water, and her original ball-gag was replaced. At no time had she been given a chance to even try to speak to her jailers. What passed through her mouth was strictly controlled, and clearly words were not permitted. But then, what would she have said anyway?

  Jeni began to feel the urgent need to pee, but how could she with her labia clamped? Where would it go if it could not pass out of her cleanly? Perhaps they intended for her to mess herself.

  The pressure inside her built, becoming an exquisite torment as her swelling bladder pressed against her clitoris, itself trapped within her sealed flesh lips. She might come before she peed herself. Jeni began wiggling her bottom as far as she could, in a desperate attempt to attract her jailers’ attention. Was there anybody there? She and the other girls could be quite alone for all she knew. How utterly helpless she was. Please, somebody do something!

 
Then fingers were spreading her vagina wide. The clamp was removed and the mouth of a curved funnel was pressed into her. Jeni whimpered in thanks, then in pain as blood coursed back into her numbed inner labia. Her clitoris seemed to swell as water hissed from her in a fierce stream. She bit on her gag and squirmed desperately, nearly coming with relief. Such a simple act had never felt so good.

  She was wiped dry and the clamp replaced. Then her anal plug was pulled out and a softer, thicker rod pushed into her. She jerked in panic. Was it a cock? Were they going to sodomise her? No, it was another of the fake phalluses. But what was it doing?

  She felt the head of the device open inside her, stretching her rear passage alarmingly. A jet of water squirted into her, even as the thing began to buzz and suck at her insides. Her rectum was being emptied of solid waste, like in the shower, but deeper and more forcefully.

  Jeni’s mind spun. She had been reduced to a living tube, allowed neither to feed nor relieve herself. Water and food entered at one end and wastes were removed at the other when others chose. Was that all they would do to her?

  Jeni was moving, though not of her own volition. At first she thought it was a dream, then she realised the cage was exercising her. She was rolled onto her back, her legs straightened, and she began walking in mid-air. Her head and neck were turned from side to side, torso twisted, bent back and then forwards. She groaned as her muscles were made to stretch and contract and stiffened joints forced to bend.

  After perhaps five minutes it was over. The cage returned her to her original posture and she was a motionless trainee pleasure slave once again.

  Time began to blur. Had she been there a couple of days, or weeks or months? There was just feeding, draining, exercise and in between the darkness, sleep and her mistress’ voice. In fact, some of the time she was no longer sure if she was asleep or awake. It was the voice that reassured her that in either case it was right for her to be as she was. How comforting that was to know. And her bonds proved how much her mistress cared about her. Who else would take such trouble to make her a perfect slave?