by W. S. Antony
At some point her ball-gag was removed, hands grasped the frame that imprisoned her head and a real hard cock was pushed into her mouth.
Jeni did not realise for several seconds, conditioned to suck on anything of a similar shape for her food and drink, but when it dawned on her it was a rod of living flesh filling her mouth, instead of disgust a thrill of pleasure ran though her as she thought how wonderful living flesh felt and tasted. Her handlers had touched her so briefly that this was an orgy of sensual input. Sak, Darro, or somebody else, it did not matter! It was not her place to question what was put in her mouth. Water, food, sperm, it was all the same. How simple life was when you accepted that.
She worked her tongue around the contours of the cock-head, feeling the foreskin rolling back to expose the silky-soft plum beneath – another new sensation.
Her pleasure was mounting. Her cunt was dripping round the clamp that closed it. Fire grew in her belly. The shaft began to plunge deeper, sliding to the back of her mouth and into her throat. Jeni had to match her breathing with the thrusts, even as she gloried in this new penetration of her person. She had little experience of oral sex and hoped she was doing it right, because she did not want it to end.
Hot sperm spurted into her mouth and down her throat and she gobbled and slurped with pathetic fervour. She was so near to coming, so near.
The cock slowly softened in her mouth and then withdrew, despite her desperate sucking to lick it totally clean. The mouthwash tube was pushed into her and the wonderful otherness of the taste of sperm was flushed away. Then her gag was replaced.
Jeni raged impotently in her bonds, suddenly aware of the need for sex that had been kindled within her. She wanted so much more but apparently that was all she was permitted. Her frustration would only grow worse. She had last orgasmed on the guard’s hand in prison. How long ago? Now she had been brought to the edge of release but denied. Was that intentional? Next time she must be ready to come more quickly. Next time. How long would that be?
Sleeping, feeding, draining, exercises, blackness – a pleasureless eternity.
Smack!
Jeni shrieked behind her gag. A cane had come out of the darkness in which she lived and slashed across her backside. Another blow landed, biting her flesh. Her body lit up from within.
She had never known the incredible colours of pain. Suspended and sense-starved, even pain was wonderful and exciting. How alive it made her feel! And it proved she was not alone, that somebody was watching over her, caring for her. She was wanted, she was important.
Jeni savoured every blow to the last, bucking and squirming joyously in her restraints as the shockwaves shivered through her. Then she cherished the afterglow of her tenderised flesh until the burning faded from her bottom, leaving only the bittersweet memory.
Sleep, feeding, excreting.
The waste tube was pushed up her rear and she opened herself to it. Thrust, pull, thrust, pull. There were two hands gripping her hips. Why wasn’t she being flushed out properly?
It was a cock! She was being buggered!
Her anus tightened about the rod of flesh as its veined length slid into her, feeling her senses that had been on a hair-trigger set her juices flowing. This time she would not let it go until she came. A hand smacked her bottom, but still she clung on, feeling it pull half out of her, held back by the sucking need of her rear passage to be properly plugged. Another smack, but that only excited her further. She must not let it go. At last she was being used properly, as a slave was meant to be used.
He fucked her with increasing force until she was gasping with each thrust that stretched her rectum. As the head of his cock slid into her it ground against the narrow wall of flesh that separated it from the base of her hardened and imprisoned clitoris. She would do it... she would come!
The man spasmed and spurted his seed into her bowels, his last thrust enough to tip Jeni over the edge. With a gag-muffled shriek she came, shuddering and writhing within the restraining fields of the cage, letting all her need flow in a gut-wrenching burst of pleasure.
Long after the dripping cock had been withdrawn from her rear and the rubber plug replaced, Jeni was still shivering and twitching with aftershocks of joy. So sensitised had she become that she felt a single trickle of sperm oozing past her anal plug and slowly running down the inside of her thigh. Blindly she followed its progress until it dried and she fell into an exhausted sleep.
Jeni had now reached the stage when she responded to any touch with the anticipation that it might mean sex or punishment, or both.
Her pendant breasts, naked and ignored for so long, were unexpectedly cupped and fondled, setting her pulse racing, and when her nipples were cruelly pinched and twisted she spiralled into near ecstasy.
Pleasure through pain, pain in pleasure. Which came first? It no longer mattered. Everything had become a more intense, sensuous experience: eating, fucking, spanking, excreting. Who might be watching her complete surrender to all consuming passion? She felt a shiver of perverse delight at the idea that her every action was being observed. Perhaps Mistress Kara was looking down at her right now, checking to see how she was progressing. She wanted to tell her that she had no inhibitions left, and that she was ready to begin her real training. But of course she could say nothing. The only sign she could give was by her complete submission to whatever would be done to her next. It was not easy, but then it was not supposed to be.
But if the waiting was unbearable, the reward would be immense.
Jeni’s blinkers were pulled back, making her eyes water as she squinted in the light. Gradually she focused on what was before her. Colours seemed brighter, shapes more substantial. Even the perception of seeing had been enhanced by her deprivation.
Rebecca’s cage had been moved to the centre of the ring. The other girls were facing it, their blinkers like Jeni’s folded back.
Jeni stared at her former employer intently, wondering how she had managed her period of depravation and stimulation, assuming Rebecca had been subjected to the same regime as she had. The anal plug and vaginal clamp had been removed from her groin, as had her ball-gag. She appeared unharmed and perfectly relaxed, suspended in her bonds with her blinkers open, looking about her with almost unnatural calm. Her gaze passed over Jeni and she actually seemed to smile at her.
As Jeni watched, Sak and Darro took up positions in front and behind Rebecca, and then unhurriedly they unhooked the lashes from their belts and began flaying her pale body through the wide-spaced bars of her cage. She jerked and twisted in her bonds and yelps and gasps escaped her lips. But not a word of protest at the rosy glow spreading over her back and buttocks and swaying breasts.
And when she hung limp and trembling, damp eyelids fluttering, the men put down their lashes and opened their loincloths. Rigid erections sprang out in salute to the pretty piece of girl flesh they had been abusing. One man took hold of her head, the other her hips. Rebecca opened her mouth and pushed her buttocks back a little further, simultaneously the shafts of flesh drove into her, and Rebecca sucked the cock filling her mouth and ground her hips onto the one buried in her vulva.
She was enjoying herself!
Jeni felt a pang of jealousy, watching in fascination as Rebecca was so thoroughly used, feeling her own desire growing. The plunging cock at her rear was parting the soft folds of her cleft. How good that must feel! Jeni had not been fucked in the vagina in all this time, and ached with renewed need. Why had they not taken her first?
The men pulled their glistening members out of Rebecca, leaving her looking momentarily lost and confused. But the delay was short-lived. The two changed positions and the penis that had been in her mouth penetrated her anus, making her lust-glazed eyes widen and forcing a yelp of surprise from her as it drove home. Meanwhile the penis that had been in her vagina was bobbing before her lips, heavy with unspent lust. Rebecca opened her mouth and un
hesitatingly took it down her throat.
Jeni blinked in amazement. The old Rebecca would never have done anything like that, yet she was sure it was not an act. How she must have been changed by her time in the cages.
And when the men finally finished with her, releasing their seed deep inside their helpless captive, Rebecca shuddered with every sign of her own intensely passionate orgasm. As the softening cocks were pulled from her, Jeni saw her tongue flick out to lick up a stray dribble of sperm that had escaped her lips.
The men washed out Rebecca’s mouth and replaced her gag and the plug in her sperm-rimmed anus, together with the labial clamp on her swollen vagina. Then they pushed her cage back to its place in the ring.
Me next, me next! Jeni thought desperately. But the men went round closing their blinkers down, and Jeni was shut away with her frustration once again.
Over the next hours or days, each of the girls was used in the same way before the others, each of them, even the formerly fearful Cynim, responding eagerly to the pain and the pleasure, drinking in the stimulation after their long deprivation.
When her turn finally came, Jeni basked in the sting of the lashes and the filling of her every orifice with hard, demanding shafts of flesh. For the first time she tasted her own vaginal juices and delighted in her depravity. When they were done and before they gagged her once again, she mumbled the first words she had spoken in an age.
‘Thank you...’
Blackness, feeding, excreting...
Jeni was tipped onto the floor beside the other girls. She lay with them in a confused, groaning heap of flesh for some minutes, before realising she could see and hear. Her hands were free, even if temporarily lying limp and useless by her sides. She was unrestrained except for her collar and cuffs.
It was over. She had passed her test.
Numbed, stiff, hardly able to move, the five girls lay there, slowly flexing muscles they had almost forgotten how to use. They were as free as slaves ever could be, but their minds were still in the thrall of the cages and they did not know what to do with their relative liberty. Could they stand up, assuming they were still capable of supporting themselves unaided? Was it allowed? They were lost and confused. They needed direction.
Jeni realised Takydis Lev was standing over them, smiling in satisfaction.
‘Good. You have all done very well. Now Mistress Kara wants to see you. Form a line on your hands and knees behind Rebecca. Quickly now!’
Jeni felt a wave of unspoken relief pass though the group. A simple command they could obey without any uncertainty. They were back in their proper place once more.
As fast as they were able they struggled onto their hands and knees and formed a line. Jeni found herself behind Zarri, looking at the cleft of the small girl’s tightly rounded buttocks and the crinkled bronze eye of her anus. As they started forward the pursed lips of Zarri’s pubes played peek-a-boo from between her shuffling thighs. Despite her time amongst naked women Jeni had never looked at one like this before. Suddenly she understood the intimate beauty of the female form, with all its hidden secrets. That was why people wanted to own them as slaves.
Mistress Kara walked round them, as they knelt in a line on her carpet that highlighted their naked flesh with its darkness.
‘You have passed the first stage of your training. Have you learnt its lesson?’
They nodded dumbly.
‘What are you?’
‘Your slaves, Mistress Kara,’ they chorused weakly, their jaws still stiff. Who could deny the owner of the voice that had been their only companion in the darkness?
Kara’s eyes focused on Rebecca, and Jeni recalled the hesitation she had display at their first meeting with the woman, but she showed no sign of resistance now. Her posture was as humble as the rest of them, but had Kara sensed something she could not?
‘Rebecca, kiss my feet,’ she snapped, and Rebecca instantly shuffled forward and dutifully kissed the toes peeping daintily from the sandal that Kara extended from under her dress, but Kara still looked thoughtful. She took a black cane that had been lying almost invisible on her ebony desk, and tossed it across the room.
‘Fetch!’ she commanded.
Rebecca scampered after the cane on all fours, picked it up with her teeth, and brought it back to kneel at Kara’s feet once more, holding the cane like a dog that had just retrieved a stick for its mistress. Kara patted Rebecca’s head and held out her hand, and Rebecca carefully dropped the cane onto the open palm.
‘Good girl,’ Kara said. ‘Now present your bottom.’
Rebecca turned and pressed her face into the thick pile of the carpet, lifting her smoothly rounded buttocks into the air; offering them up to whatever might come. Kara swung the cane and laid a sharp cut across both cheeks. Rebecca gave a muffled yelp, but held her position. A bright red stripe bridged the two hemispheres. Kara delivered a second blow from a lower angle, so that it cut into the heavier flesh on the under-curve of Rebecca’s buttocks. This brought forth another yelp, but still Rebecca did not move from her position of humiliating submission. The last blow was the hardest of all. Jeni saw Rebecca’s hips lift with the impact, which sent a shiver through her flesh and left a searing scarlet line behind. Rebecca’s face screwed up as she bore it. Her breathing was ragged, as though fighting back sobs, but she remained in the pose she had been ordered to assume.
Kara took hold of Rebecca’s hair and pulled her head up, so she could look deep into her wide, tearful eyes. After a long moment Kara nodded slowly.
‘That will be adequate,’ she said. ‘Back in line.’
Favouring her stinging bottom, Rebecca resumed her place. Jeni’s heart thudded, wondering who would be next, but Kara did not seem to feel the need to test the rest of them. Perhaps she could tell they were broken in.
‘You will be taken to your slave coops,’ she told them. ‘There you may rest for the remainder of the day. Training proper will start tomorrow. Your first nokt in the House of Remnos has gone well. See to it the rest of your time here is equally productive.’
Jeni felt numb with surprise as they were led out.
Elysians had made their own compromise between the changing phases of the moon and the year, and had divided it into thirteen twenty-eight day ‘months’, each of four nokts, plus one or two special days set aside from the normal calendar. A nokt was therefore the equivalent of a local week, and like its counterpart in Jeni’s world, seven days long.
The age she thought she’d spent in the cages had in fact only been seven days.
The slave coops were a double wall of low cells stacked three deep along the two long sides of a high-ceilinged room. The upper levels were reached by narrow transparent plastic catwalks, or rather cat-crawls, Jeni thought, as they were expected to stay on their hands and knees whilst using them. Each cell was completely fronted by more of the clear plastic panels, with rows of small holes cut in them, presumably for ventilation. A small sliding door allowed access. The lower cells were slightly wider than the others and evidently intended for double occupancy. It was into one of these that Jeni and Rebecca were put, while Reena, Zarri and Cynim were placed in singles on the level above.
Jeni found their cell had about the same floor area as a double bed, and was even surfaced with some sort of deep foam rubber. However, it was not high enough to stand upright. There were two scalloped recesses let into the solid back wall of the cell. One held a basin with accessories similar to the one they had used in prison, the other a toilet bowl.
A couple of the cells opposite were already occupied, and the girls in them watched as the five newcomers were brought in, once again their eyes lingering on Jeni and Rebecca’s hair. Jeni looked back at them through the perforated plastic. It made her feel like a hamster in a plastic cage, and provided about the same degree of privacy. Still, she had better get used to it. She would probably never know anythi
ng else.
She turned to Rebecca, who had run some water in the basin and was splashing it onto the stripes Kara’s cane had sliced across her backside. ‘Are you all right?’ she asked, finding it required concentration to shape the words correctly, but then, she had hardly spoken in a week.
‘They’re not too bad, but I might have to sleep facedown tonight,’ Rebecca answered ruefully.
‘I mean, about the time in the cages. What you went through. What we all went through. How it... changed you.’
Rebecca turned to look at her thoughtfully. She seemed more composed than Jeni had expected. ‘It gave me time to think,’ she said.
‘About what?’
‘This place, the way things are done here, who has the power. That sort of thing.’
‘Oh, I see.’
Rebecca finished cooling her hot flesh and lay down on her front, subjecting Jeni to a faintly pitying smile. ‘You thought I’d been broken, didn’t you?’
‘I thought you seemed, well, different. The way you reacted when Sak and Darro used you. You would never have behaved like that before.’
‘No, I wouldn’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m a natural slave like you. Kara’s got her doubts, that’s probably why the bitch tested me like that, but men are easier to fool.’
‘But when they did it, you looked like you were enjoying it. And I was sure you really came.’
Rebecca grinned. ‘I did. Those two know how to handle a woman, so why shouldn’t I come? It was fantastic, rough, filthy sex, and I let myself enjoy it. But it doesn’t mean I’m any different in here...’ she tapped the side of her head. ‘It didn’t turn me into a meek little submissive like you. That was what I had to work out for myself. I admit I panicked a bit when we first got here. I wasn’t thinking straight. But while I was trussed up like a turkey in that cage I faced up to things as they are. It was a good time for thinking and I really got myself together. They wanted to break me, to make me accept being a slave. How could I keep them happy and still be me? I knew I couldn’t simply pretend, they’d soon see through me. So I thought of imagining there was a switch in my mind. When it’s on I’m me, when it’s off I’m a slave. Obey without question, love your masters and enjoy everything they do to you. If I let myself believe that when it matters, people will think I’m genuine.’ She looked quizzically at Jeni. ‘What? You don’t think I’m smart enough to work that sort of thing out for myself?’