Mind Guest (Diana Santee Book 1)

by Sharon Green

  The key word again. I heard the other girls choke as heat flashed through me, and knew their punishment had just been added to. The fact that I was punished right along with them made absolutely no difference to light-shirt, of course; I was nothing but a slave under his training, and the little bit of extra would surely do me good.

  "We will also see how truly obedient your slave is," light-shirt went on to my golden-shirt. "Unbind the chain between her wrists, and we will give her the position she must maintain till the time of her reward."

  I gave them the look of frightened anticipation they expected, and my golden-shirt chuckled as he reached down to my waist. I had to lie on my side until the chain was unwound, and then light-shirt rose and gestured me to my feet.

  "You will observe your sisters' punishment from here," he said, leading me over to the male slave, who was still in a state of intense excitement. I followed with the small, mincing steps forced on me by the ankle chain, and couldn't help whimpering from Bellna's worry over what was going to happen. "Go to your hands and knees beside this slave, and then I will direct you further."

  I got down to my hands and knees as quickly as possible, afraid to ask myself what that chief sadist was up to, and then didn't have to ask. He walked behind me, put an arm around my waist, then lifted me up and put me face down on the male slave's legs. I gasped and grabbed those legs to keep from failing off, but light-shirt wasn't finished with placing me.

  I was tugged backward by the ankles until my arms were just about around the slave's knees, my own knees were spread by the simple expedient of pushing my ankles closer to me, and then I felt the touch of something being put just inside the furnace that had once been a part of my body. Reason began leaving me when I realized it was the male slave who had been started into me just when I needed him so badly, but a heavy hand kept me from inching backward until I had all of him.

  "You may not allow him more deeply within you," light-shirt ordered as I whimpered again and squirmed hard enough to drive myself even crazier. "Nor may you release him from where he was placed. Also are you forbidden to touch yourself in any manner, for that is a doing reserved to your master alone. You will do no more than watch your sisters' punishment, and then you will perhaps be given your reward."

  Perhaps. The bastard laughed softly as I began to cry, even more when I cut off the crying fast in response to being touched in warning. No more crying without permission, especially no crying which would distract me from the way I felt - and the way the male slave felt. His leg muscles strained under my arms as he gruntingly tried to drive himself into me, over and over again, as though he really had a chance of accomplishing it. I wanted him inside me, just as desperately as he wanted it, but I'd been ordered not to let it happen.

  Bellna screamed inside my head and tried to take over, but my mind was so full of hatred that she couldn't do it. A golden haze formed in front of my eyes, making me look longingly at the swords the armed men wore, but I knew I had no chance of taking them. Another time, something inside me seemed to say. Soon another opportunity will present itself and then the sword will be yours. I settled down behind the golden haze, burning all over, and just waited.

  The other two girls were punished again with arousal without relief, but one at a time. The golden haze intensified when I realized they were dragging it out to make it worse for me, but by the time it was all done the haze was gone, Bellna was practically comatose, and I was trying not to move even to breathe. The male slave beneath me was making noises that said he would kill everyone with his bare hands if he ever got loose; I empathized more than he would ever know.

  At long last I was allowed to crawl away from the slave to my golden-shirt, was ordered to beg to be touched, and then was taken into my golden-shirt's lap for my reward. He bent me backward over one knee before throwing the tiny skirt out of his way, buried his fist in my hair with a really painful grip, then finally got down to giving me relief.

  As hot as I was it didn't take long, and as soon as I had what I'd been promised I was dumped back on the floor mat to recover. I lay unmoving with my eyes closed, hearing the muffled sobs of the two punished girls, feeling as though I'd been working out a sentence at hard labor. My body was exhausted but my mind slowly grew clear, and then some interesting questions occurred to me.

  I'd been too busy to notice it earlier, but I had finally gotten around to wondering what light-shirt and the three golden-shirts were made of. Nothing that had been done to us, neither pleasure nor pain, had aroused them in the slightest. They had enjoyed the times they were putting us through hell, but they hadn't enjoyed it to the point of arousal.

  The two armed men, I had half-noticed, had been replaced three times since the first pair had brought the male slave, and even so the latest ones had been shifting from foot to foot, growing hot despite being on duty. The other four men had been here right from the start, were intimately involved, and - nothing. What made them so different?

  And what was the main object of the way we were being treated? The golden-shirts and light-shirt called me and the others slave and referred to themselves as masters, but neither I nor the other girls had been ordered to call them master. All three of us had spoken without specific permission, but we hadn't been punished for it and our questions had been answered promptly and seriously. Slaves weren't usually given that much freedom, and the reason for it became a gnawing, twisting worry.

  I was given a generous five minutes to recover, and then all three of us were ordered to our feet. My two fellow victims were so badly in need they could barely walk, but that's what we were all made to do. My wrists were left with the relative freedom of having their chain undone, but I was reminded by light-shirt that I was forbidden to touch myself. All seven of us, we three girls, the three golden-shirts, and light-shirt then left the room, light-shirt leading; I was first with the other girls in their line positions, a golden-shirt behind each of us.

  Outside the room was a tent corridor with other tent rooms leading off it, and all of those rooms were open. Most of the rooms were empty, but a few of them had occupants, mostly doing things I didn't understand. One naked young girl in slave chains lay alone in a room on a large fur piece, her eyes closed, her body twisting and squirming on the fur, a low, constant moan coming from her throat.

  As I stared at her it suddenly came to me that her body was covered with faint welts, as though she'd been beaten a little before being put in there, but she didn't seem to be in pain from that. Her squirming said she was badly in need and quickly growing hotter, and the last glimpse I had of her showed the thin leather strip tied around her waist and one of the thin strips tied to it leading up between her legs. Her wrists had been as free as the wrist chain let them be, but despite her being alone, her hands had been nowhere near her body. I didn't know if she was being punished or trained, and if trained, to what purpose?

  Another room had two girls in white slave ponchos being rewarded the way I had been rewarded, and their sobs of pleasure and relief seemed to take no notice of the way they were being hurt at the same time. One of them was bent forward by the arm-lock her golden-shirt held her in while he gave her secondary relief, and the other was bent backward by a tight fistful of hair in the same way I'd been held.

  The two girls behind me whimpered at the sight, but the next room held a sight that made them whimper even more. A pretty girl in slave green was being used by a dark-gold-shirted guard who had dropped his pants for the occasion, and her moan-filled writhings were so intense that they reached out to me as well. It would have been a lot worse, though, if the sight hadn't brought up a very disturbing question: we three and the two girls being rewarded were given hand relief and nothing more; we were even being trained to beg to be touched rather than used. It was possible that they wanted the other two to remain virgins, but Bellna wasn't a virgin. The girls in green were used normally even though it was still rape; what the hell did they have in mind for us?

  I could have sp
ent a lot of time prodding at the questions I had, but the walk didn't take long enough. The second room down from the guard and his slave was our destination, and we were led into it. The front of it was nothing more than a narrow corridor formed by heavy hide partitions making up separate, small rooms, and three older women stepped out of three of those rooms. All three of the women were beautiful, all three of them wore slave chains and green cloth ponchos, and all three of them immediately knelt to light-shirt.

  "Slaves, there are new slaves here for you to assist," light-shirt told them, giving them the same sort of pleased inspection he seemed to give all slave females. "Have them seen to by our return."

  "Yes, master," the three women murmured together, then rose gracefully to smile at us newcomers. The one on the right came over to me, touched my face gently with a long-fingered hand, then put her arm around my shoulders and led me to the right, toward the small room she'd come out of. She lifted the leather flap, urged me in first, followed and dropped the flap, then put her arms around me and hugged me.

  "Dear sister, I am so pleased for you," she said in a low, throaty voice, patting my back. "You have already learned to give pleasure to our masters, I see, and have clearly been given pleasure in turn. How I wish I had been so quick to learn! The ecstasy I was unable to receive, merely because of my own slowness! Ah, me. I joy that you need not wait as long as I."

  She patted my shoulder again and let me go, then smiled at the confusion she could see on my face. I was still pretending to feel what the Bellna presence really was feeling, and my confusion amused her.

  "I am able to know of your success through two things," she said, patting my cheek again. "Although you are clearly in discomfort from the device you wear, you are scarcely in such discomfort as the others, showing that you have been eased. Also have you been allowed the full grace and attractiveness of your chains, a further reward for one who has earned approval. You are now able to move and gesture as a woman, rather than be restrained as a child."

  "I am now - womanly?" I asked, looking down at the chains and then back to my new friend as though I really believed her. "I am no longer to be burdened with the look of a mere girl?"

  "No, you are no longer a mere girl," she laughed in good-natured amusement, looking me over with a lighthearted indulgence I was sure she didn't really feel. "It is for that reason that you must pretend to childlike qualities, so that you may give further pleasure to our masters - and thereby reach your ultimate reward the sooner."

  "I cannot understand what you speak of," I protested in Bellna-innocence, but I was very much afraid that I did understand. "For what reason must I pretend to childishness, and what ultimate reward do you speak of?"

  "Perhaps it would be best if I were to explain all things to you," she mused, one slim finger tapping her lips as she considered the idea. "Yes, I shall give you what explanations you require, yet must I minister to you the while. Should the necessary be left undone when the masters return, we will both be punished. Come here."

  She gestured me over to the back of the tiny room, where buckets of water, piles of soft cloths, jars and bottles and all sorts of paraphernalia stood. When we got there she stopped and reached out to the poncho I wore, beginning to tug it off me.

  "I must see to the freshening of your body," she explained, having more trouble undressing me than light-shirt had had with the blonde slave. She would have had an easier time of it if she'd been bigger, but she was the biggest of the three who had been waiting for us and she still didn't make my height. My golden-shirt had called me "little slave" and other ickiness of the same sort, all despite the fact that the names didn't fit. I might not have had his shoulder width, but he didn't have more than a couple of inches on me.

  "You must be clean and sweet-smelling, else our masters will not be pleased," she said, taking the worn, sweat-stained poncho away. She stopped to look closely at my now bare body, then smiled a sweet smile of remembrance. "How well I recall my own time of beginning," she sighed, glorying in the memory. "My body was as young and innocent as yours, and when I was given reward by our masters, I imagined the pleasure to be the most a woman was capable of experiencing. How foolishly, happily wrong I was! Are you unbroached?"

  "No," I answered, already blushing as I was expected to do. "My - engagement was formally announced and consummated."

  "Swiftly and with singular lack of skill." She nodded, clearly dismissing the point. "Your first experience would be even greater if you had not been opened, yet will you nevertheless find it unforgettable. Kneel down and I will remove the device from you, and then you may relieve yourself."

  Bellna was awed by the beautiful older woman and would have obeyed without question, so I had no choice but to do the same. Once I was on my knees she unknotted the leather both front and back, drew out the device more slowly than I liked, then directed me to the more distant bucket that was half full of water. I let Bellna's distress keep the blush on my skin, but I didn't her repugnance keep me from using that bucket every way I could. The woman bustled around in a graceful way until I'd finished, and then she directed me to the other bucket.

  "I will speak as I bathe you, and you have naught to do save listen," she said, gesturing that I was to kneel again. She knelt too, right near me, and I decided it was time for a legitimate question.

  "For what reason am I not to freshen my own body?" I asked, watching as she took a soft, clean cloth from the pile and dipped it in a bucket of clean water.

  "In future you will be required to do so," she answered, paying attention to squeezing out the cloth. "For this one time I am commanded to bathe you, and we may not question the will of masters. Lean a bit more toward me."

  I leaned toward her and had my face, neck and ears washed; with that done she wet the cloth again and smiled her lovely smile.

  "You are among those who are incredibly fortunate, sister and child of chain," she murmured, moving the cloth over me. "Not many are chosen for our lot, for we are those who are allowed the blessings of ecstasy. Merely by obeying without question and thinking of no other thing than giving pleasure, we are given ecstasy beyond the knowledge of any other woman. Our masters will punish failure, yet even with punishment do they bring us to our ultimate goal. You must strive ever harder to be perfect in your obedience, for in such a way will reward be constantly yours. And when you are at last allowed the ultimate ecstasy, you will know that you must continue striving so that it will be yours forever.

  "Earlier we spoke of pretending to childishness, and you were unable to understand the need for this. The answer lies in pleasing our masters, of course, for this is the sole road to our ultimate goal. Our masters are pleased to be given service by the very young and innocent, therefore do we perform the acts which please them. When you are permitted to beg for a thing, do so as though you were a small girl asking a thing of her father. You are even permitted to pout and wheedle to some extent. Do so, and your rewards will be richer beyond even your own expectations, and will quickly lead to your ultimate reward.

  "The ultimate reward! Ah, how I wish you might truly know of it before it is given you! Although you have experienced the presence of a man within you, the ultimate reward is so far beyond that small, abortive experience that there is no comparison. You will be used as a slave, will know yourself a slave, and will know that no free woman will experience the ecstasy that you do. You must be fully a slave before this is given you, therefore must you strive with all your might to achieve perfect obedience and the giving of pleasure. I am filled with great joy that you have already come so far along the road, and will surely advance even more rapidly now. Lie on your belly now so that I may wash the back of you."

  I flattened out face down as she asked, glad that I had absolute control over my expression. The propaganda she'd fed me made me want to look around for a shovel or hip boots, but the part about pretending to be a child made me want to throw up. Those sadists calling themselves masters liked the idea of messing around
with little girls, but they also wanted women's bodies.

  Catch a girl young enough, train her to continue acting like a child, and when her body matures make sure that her mind doesn't. Perpetual little girls to tickle the perverted pleasure of so-called men, helped along in their training by female slaves ordered to act the part of mother figures. That was what that bathing routine was all about, a young girl being told the facts of life by a helpful, sympathetic, approving mother who has already gone through the same herself and wants nothing less for her beloved daughter.

  More conditioning of a particularly vicious sort, the sort that took advantage of peoples' basic natures. I despised those slavers for what they were doing, but all they would see was that I was going along with it. Maybe, if I got very lucky, one or more of them would try to get in my way when I was ready to leave this place.

  The propaganda lecture went on as long as the washing did, and all of me was washed except my hair. My scalp was rubbed with a cloth and then allowed to dry, and while it was doing so some of those bottles and jars were used. The bottles held unscented body lotions, unscented so that the odors of desire coming from me would be clear to "our" masters and add to their pleasure.

  I was nothing if not ardently eager to get on with pleasing everyone in sight, but the contents of one of the jars put a strain on the authenticity of my eagerness. I was told it was a salve designed to ease the irritation in my private parts caused by the device and all the handling I'd had, and that part of it wasn't a lie. The salve did ease me, but a little gentle rubbing by the woman after it was put on me showed that the salve was also a sensitizer designed to make my flesh even more sensitive to caresses than it had been.