Slaves of Elysium

by W. S. Antony

  ‘You all did very well today,’ she told them, as they knelt before her. ‘You behaved properly in public, knowing your place yet unconscious of your bonds. In turn, people also knew and accepted you for what you were; slaves. Tomorrow you will be tested for the last time. If you pass you will go to this month’s auction.’

  Chapter 12

  Jeni thought she had never been so nervous in her life. It felt like all the school examinations she had ever sat rolled into one. For it was a sort of exam, and to pass it meant they had graduated from the House of Remnos as slaves fit to be sold on the open market.

  A few months ago that idea would have seemed outrageous. Now it had become the most important thing in her life – to be a worthy slave. Rebecca, for all her assumption of self-confidence, shared her anxiety, and they spent a restless night together.

  After breakfast they were taken before Takydis, who explained the rules of the test.

  ‘You will each face the same challenges, all of which your training should enable you to accomplish, but you will do so individually. The order you go in is not significant. You will be observed at all times, whether you are aware of it or not. It is not a race, but you will be expected to complete your allotted tasks without wasting unnecessary time. You will be separated now, and not be allowed together again until you have all taken the test.’

  Sak and Darro took them down to a corridor of tiny isolation cells adjoining the deprivation cage room, and put each of them in a separate compartment.

  Jeni spent the time pacing up and down nervously, unable to rest. The heavy door shut out all sounds from the rest of the House. How long before her turn came? Who had gone already? What if she failed and Rebecca passed?

  When she had almost convinced herself she had been forgotten, the door opened. ‘Let’s have you, girl,’ Darro said.

  Jeni looked down at the people passing in the street below her. Her mouth was dry, yet she had to speak. It was her first test. She cleared her throat.

  ‘Citizens...’ she called out, and a few faces looked up at her curiously. She had to do this! ‘Citizens of Ceroth. May I present myself to you? I am a sample of the quality merchandise the House of Remnos has to offer. Just for today, to prove my worthiness to serve, I can be tried freely by three fortunate citizens. Who shall it be?’

  Jeni felt a dizzy elation infuse her. She was inviting total strangers to have sex with her! She saw one man, wearing the tunic colours of the artisan class, looking up at her with more than passing interest and focused on him.

  ‘You, master, can you not spare a little time to try me? The gate below is as open as my legs. Just walk up to sample the hospitality of the finest slave house in Ceroth. I’m so helpless in these chains. I can’t touch myself and I’m feeling so empty, I really need a man inside me.’

  With a nod and a grin, the man stepped through the gate below Jeni.

  Immediately the outer shutters closed across the window and the circular frame that supported the grille hinged inwards, taking her with it. By the time the man had been led through the courtyard by a house slave and shown into the little room behind the display window, Jeni was facing into the room and the grille had tilted back at forty-five degrees.

  The man’s face lit up as he saw Jeni enticingly spread-eagled. She lifted her hips to show her readiness, feeling her sex opening with blatant need. The house slave hardly had time to leave the room before the man was pulling off his tunic and lunging onto Jeni.

  After a few seconds’ frantic fumbling his stiffening cock found her cunt and he crammed himself into her. Jeni grunted as her buttocks were squeezed against the unyielding bars of the grille, but the discomfort only heightened her arousal. Her internal muscles closed on the pistoning shaft, trying to draw pleasure from its sweet friction. The man came too quickly for Jeni to reach a climax, but she rode his shudders as he ejaculated and accepted the blossom of his sperm inside her with moans and sighs of her own, and broken words of gratitude.

  ‘Oh, thank you, master. That was so wonderful. You have ploughed my furrow well and planted your seed deep,’ she said, using a traditional Elysian phrase she had learned. ‘Now there are drinks in another room. Please leave me. I must stay here and recover from such lusty use.’

  As soon as the man had gathered his clothes and been escorted out, the house slave flushed Jeni clean, wiped her down with a damp cloth, gave a her a quick kiss of encouragement, and then pressed a button on the wall. The outer shutters opened and the grille swung Jeni back into the window frame where the passing populace could look up at her chained and naked body once again.

  ‘Citizens of Ceroth,’ she called down to them, ‘may I offer myself to you?’

  The next man she enticed up pinched her hot red nipples as he fucked her and she came wildly even before he had finished. The last of her three was a woman wearing the gown of an independent lady.

  The woman did not rush to couple with Jeni but examined and stroked her body first, then kissed her deeply with arrogant assurance, which neither of the men had done. Only then did she slip off her gown and lie between Jeni’s legs. Jeni thought she might ask for the frame to be tilted back so they could couple orally, but the woman rubbed her hips into Jeni’s groin so that their pubic hair whispered together. With a start Jeni felt a clitoris almost the size of her little finger standing erect from the folds of the woman’s cleft. The pleasure organ slid through Jeni’s furrow and teased her own excited clitoris. Their slippery clefts kissed and sucked as the woman steadily rode Jeni to her second orgasm of the day, and even though Jeni begrudged the time it took, she would not have missed the experience for anything.

  After the woman left Takydis appeared and ordered Jeni released from the grille. ‘You will have a few minutes to recover before the next part of your test,’ he told her.

  Jeni stood erect in the courtyard holding a tray of china beakers on her head. A short chain, allowing her only enough movement to grasp the sides of the tray if she held her arms high, linked her wrists. Her ankles were similarly hobbled. Her task was simple enough: to walk at a steady pace from one end of the courtyard to the other and place the tray on a small table without dropping anything.

  Sak and Darro stood on either side of the path she would have to walk, each holding a leather tasselled switch and a light cane. Takydis stood to one side, presiding over the test.

  ‘Commence,’ he said.

  As Jeni stepped forward the men moved with her, swinging their sticks. Jeni winced and bit her lip as the lengths of cane and leather curled about her defenceless body, but she looked neither right nor left, focusing only on the table that was her goal, moving with the tiny shuffling steps that were all her chains permitted.

  The weapons did not have enough weight behind them to physically upset her, but they were capable of delivering stinging blows that might make her flinch disastrously. It was that pain she had to fight. Or perhaps accept.

  Thin red lines were glowing into life on the soft skin of her buttocks and belly and front of her thighs. Her raised arms exposed her breasts to strikes from above, ahead and underneath, and they bounced and jiggled with each thin smack of cane on flesh, her nipples perversely erect as usual as their supporting globes turned crimson. Though she knew the marks would fade in a few hours it felt like they were on fire, and a whimper escaped her lips.

  The beakers of the tray wobbled and she paused to steady herself, despite the fact that this gave her tormentors an easier target and prolonged her agony. Then she set off again for the table that seemed to lie in another country.

  Why should she put up with this? The heretic thought flitted through her mind. Why should she accept such cruelty? Because she was a slave at heart, came the swift response. It was her place to suffer; it was her joy to suffer. Pain was also a pleasure, and if she truly learned to love it she could survive anything.

  Then she was stooping gracefull
y and laying the tray on the table, the beakers still upright. The lashing stopped, leaving her flayed skin burning and tingling and a thrill of satisfaction in her heart. She had reached that far country.

  The house slave was bent over a low crossbar in the training room. Jeni had seen her about, but did not know her name. Her pretty bare bottom was presented to Jeni, her legs and arms chained wide to the base of the bar. Resting on the small of the girl’s back was a plug-in dildo, ready oiled and glistening.

  ‘Bring her to an orgasm,’ Takydis said. It seemed simple enough.

  Jeni picked up the dildo and slipped the plug ends into herself; the larger rubber dowel going into her vagina and the stubbier cone into her rear, her anal ring sliding over the cone to close about its narrow neck and hold the device in place. The phallus jutted lustily up from her loins.

  She positioned herself between the girl’s legs, guided the tip of the dildo into her pouting cleft and up into her front passage. Leaning over the girl’s naked back, Jeni cupped and squeezed the girl’s heavy breasts in encouragement, and began to shaft her.

  In a minute she knew something was wrong. The girl was hardly responding at all to the plunging dildo. No trained slave girl could be so unresponsive. What was she doing wrong?

  Jeni glanced anxiously round at Takydis, who was silently observing her efforts. His impassive face gave her no clue. Had the others taking their test today already used the girl? Perhaps she was exhausted. But that would not be fair on the girls who went later.

  Jeni withdrew the dildo and bent down and peered at the girl’s slippery cleft. It was plump and pink, with no sign of reddening from heavy use. She sniffed, but could smell no hint of sperm, but equally no sign of arousal. But there was an odd scent she could not make out emanating from that dark, tight passage. Jeni inserted a curious finger and brought it out filmed with the girl’s secretions. As she sniffed once again she felt the tip of her finger begin to go numb. Hastily she wiped it off on her thigh.

  Some sort of ointment had been applied to the girl’s vagina that numbed her nerve ends. No wonder she had not responded properly to the dildo. The exterior of her clitoris was probably also numbed. But she still had to make her climax. How?

  Quickly Jeni moved round to the girl’s head and wiped the shaft of the dildo clean on her hair, then positioned herself behind her once again. This time she forced the head of the dildo into the tighter orifice of the girl’s anus. As the shaft slid all the way in Jeni heard a muffled groan of pleasure from behind the girl’s gag, and knew she had made the right choice.

  In a few minutes the girl was wriggling happily, her backside twisting about the shaft Jeni was thrusting deep inside her, and the muffled cry she gave when she came made Jeni choke in relief.

  A love tree had been set up in the deprivation cage room.

  This was no bare shaft, but two metres of sinuous curves and extrusions resembling the naked trunk of some small, slender tree. It was designed for teasing displays, an object to couple with whilst showing off a girl’s inventiveness. They had all been taught to use its possibilities to the full.

  Takydis nodded. Music came from some unseen speaker – a pulsating, sensuous rhythm. Jeni began to circle the tree, swaying with the music while running her hands over its forked and flowing curves and rich grain. Whether it was real wood or not, the tree had long since been polished smooth and dark by the bodies of countless girls before her.

  Jeni embraced it, squatting with her knees wide, letting the knobbed post slide through her groin, rippling her labia and leaving behind a glistening track of excitement. Gazing seductively at Takydis from the corner of her eye she bent down, flicking out her tongue, and licked the spot she had made wet, tasting her own lubrication. She rubbed her breasts into the upper branches, sliding them into the forks so that they were bunched up and pinched tautly together before being released. Still moving in time to the music, she turned her back to the tree and bent over, bottom up and palms to the floor, and rubbed her rear against the knobbly trunk like an animal leaving a scent mark.

  Turning about again she pulled herself up by the highest branches, wrapping her legs about the spindly trunk and slowly lowering herself onto a bulbous curving stump of a branch. The tempo of the music quickened. Her cunt lips parted about the rounded knob as it slid up into her. Suddenly her feet kicked in mid-air clear of the floor, as though she had just realised she was impaled, spiked, hooked like a fish.

  Then came the surrender to the inevitable. Slowly she embraced the tree with her legs again as the body of a lover, arching and bowing her back as she thrust and squirmed on the peg of wood. Was she screwing the tree, or it her?

  As the music reached its climax Jeni let herself go wild, riding the branch avidly, heedless of the discomfort to her tender insides. She went into spasm, shrieking with the last drumbeats, then sagged limply amid the stiff branches of her wooden lover.

  Jeni stood before the door of Kara’s private bedchamber.

  ‘This is your last test,’ Takydis told her. ‘Remnos Kara will personally judge you this time.’ Then he turned and walked away.

  Nervously, Jeni opened the door and stepped inside.

  Translucent pink curtains were drawn across the window, muting the sunlight and suffusing the room with a soft, ruddy radiance. A large iron-framed bed dominated the chamber, and reclining at ease upon it was Kara, completely naked.

  Jeni dropped to her knees respectfully, even as she gazed in wonder at her mistress. She was magnificent, sculpted from voluptuous curves without any excess fat or trace of sagging. The taut roundness of her breasts jutted from her chest, tapering to thickly erect, crimson nipples, while below the soft curve of her stomach a thick tangle of dark curls fanned out from between her thighs. She was a woman in her prime, yet filled with the raw vigour of youth. Once again Jeni wondered how old she was.

  ‘Get on the foot of the bed,’ Kara commanded, and Jeni quickly obeyed. As she did so she saw that a short metal tube mounted on a swivel bearing was fastened to the iron frame, pointing up the bed. A length of cord ran out of a slot running down the side of the tube, and was tied about the middle of a short wooden rod so as to form a simple double handle.

  Kara smiled at Jeni. ‘Your final test is to pleasure me. I want to feel how well you have learned to use your tongue. But while you do so I want you to have a rod up your backside. It’s inside that sheath. You will hold it in place with the handle. You can let go at any time you wish without fear of punishment, but if you do so before I am satisfied, you will have failed the test. Do you understand?’

  ‘Yes, mistress Kara,’ Jeni said.

  It seemed very simple. She was sure she could please Kara, and having a dildo in her rear would only add to her pleasure. She could imagine she was being sodomised while licking Kara out.

  Her mistress lay back on her pillows, bent her knees and parted her legs. Jeni licked her lips at the lushness of her pubic delta, and the plump pink lips framed within it. She smelt a waft of musky intimate scent, and knew Kara was already aroused. This was going to be a real pleasure.

  Jeni positioned herself on her knees between Kara’s legs and reached back to grasp the handle. She had to pull against the resistance of a spring within the tube, but slowly the oiled head of the dildo emerged.

  It was a monster, and Jeni gulped at the thought of it inside her rear. But she could not fail now. Keeping a grip on the handle she squatted down, pushing her bottom towards the phallic rod.

  She could not make it reach!

  As she moved backwards so did the dildo, and she could not draw her hands up her back far enough to pull it into her. There was too much cord. Could she keep a grip on it lower down?

  She began turning the handle, winding the cord around it and virtually winching the dildo into her. The bulbous head nudged her anus and began to push inside, but then kept slipping away. It was so hard to keep
lined up without proper resistance to work against. Jeni began sobbing with the effort of skewering herself and horrified of failing in front of Kara. She gave a desperate jerk with her arms and suddenly the head of the dildo popped through her anal ring, and the shaft slowly followed. Her breath came in shuddering gasps as the monstrous thing filled her bowels, forcing her rectal passage to conform to its presence. It was painful, but horribly exciting at the same time.

  Holding the handle tightly to keep the dildo in place, Jeni bent forward towards her mistress’ waiting sex, its lips pouting and hungry for her tongue...

  ‘Ahhh!’ Jeni yelped, as a jolt of pain stabbed through her insides, making her rectum contract so sharply it almost expelled the thick rod plugging it. The dildo was electrified!

  ‘You can let go of the handle any time you wish,’ Kara reminded her.

  So this was the real test. For once she had the choice to accept the pain or to walk away from it. But that meant failing the test... and denying her own nature. Pain, sweet pain; the badge of her submission! She would be her own tormentor if necessary. She would suffer to give pleasure. Suffering was pleasure.

  Gripping the handle even tighter, she pressed her face into Kara’s quim, and her yelps as the dildo shocked her again and again did not stop her busy tongue from doing its duty.

  The huge dildo had withdrawn into its tube once more, and Jeni lay limp between Kara’s thighs, feeling strangely drawn and empty, her face bedewed with orgasmic discharge.

  Gently her mistress stroked Jeni’s hair and said, ‘Well done. I’m proud of you.’

  And Jeni’s heart sang with joy and pride.

  It was only at the end of the day when they were returned to their cells that Jeni discovered they had all passed the tests. Now they were fit to be sold.

  Chapter 13