by Mind Guest
of the room to lie down near, but our guinea pig was left where he'd
been chained. I lay on my side beside the wall I'd been given, my eyes
closed, but there was nothing I could even try to do about how hot I
was. My golden-shirt was very thorough when it came to women's bodies,
and he'd been trying to see how eager he could make me and how long he
could keep me that way. I'd stayed in character and had begged him to
decide to touch me, but that hadn't been part of the training program,
- so he hadn't. We were up to having to earn our caresses of release,
but as clumsy and inexperienced as we were that was just about
impossible. I'd cried the way the other girls had, and had gotten
patted on the bottom as punishment like them, and then I'd gone back to
practicing as they had done. The only thing I hadn't done was show how
practiced I already was at those lessons, and even as strung out as I
felt, the omission wasn't hard. I don't believe in cooperating with the
enemy unless forced to it, and I'd taken a lot worse in my time.
I was left alone for about twenty minutes, long enough for the sweat to
dry and some measure of strength to return, but not long enough to be
over squirming uncomfortably where I lay. The worst thing about those
devices that had been put in us seemed to be the way they continued
arousal and made it worse, an on-going feedback from one set of
sensations to the next. The absolute worst was when they were patted or
deliberately moved around, and the sadistic sons had done a lot of that
during the hours just past. Bellna was beaten down and miserable in her hidden corner, well into the need for tears, so I had taken my cue and
let the tears roll silently down my cheeks to keep me in character. I
didn't know what was on the schedule to be done to us next, but when
footsteps came up to me and stopped, I knew it was about to happen.
"Do you weep, little slave?" came the voice of my golden-shirt,
sounding smugly superior. "Are you harmed in some way?"
"I am not harmed," I sniffled in answer, opening my eyes to look up at
him. He stood above me holding a wooden bowl, and looked as distantly
amused as he sounded.
"For what reason, then, do you weep, little slave?" he asked, folding
down to sit cross-legged at my side.
"I am-in great discomfort," I got out, coloring with embarrassment as I
said it. "Never have I been given such discomfort before, and I dislike
it a great deal."
"Your discomfort comes from the fact that you have not been pleasing,"
he told me pointedly, with an air of mentioning something I knew as
well as he, but just wouldn't yet admit. "Slaves who are displeasing
are often left in discomfort for days, despite the fact that they
dislike the state. Would it not be better to serve properly?"
I gasped at the twinge and rush of heat I felt at the use of the key
word and immediately closed my eyes again, pretending to feel more of
the reaction than I really did. The conditioning had gotten a weak hold
on me after all - since I was human, it would have been surprising if
it hadn't - but I was still well in control when wanted to be. Right
then I couldn't afford to be in control at all, and the tears welled up
in my eyes even more.
"I have not refused to do as I was told," I sniffed, just short of
sobbing. "I have tried and tried, and still am I left in terrible
discomfort. I have not refused!"
"You have not been permitted to refuse," he answered, still in that
same tone. "Nor shall you be permitted to refuse. It is true you have
attempted to obey, yet you have not succeeded. Rewards are given for
obedience alone, the mere attempt being insufficient. When you have
succeeded in being truly pleasing and obedient, the reward will be
yours. For failure you may expect no more than punishment."
I opened my eyes fast to look at him through a film of tears, seeing
what I hoped I wouldn't see. He was trying to look solemn and stern out
of necessity, but his eyes said he was about to have some fun.
"No," I begged, shaking my head against the rough floor mat. "Do not
punish me, I beg of you!"
"Punishment is the manner in which young slaves are taught," he chided,
sticking to his decision. "The sooner you are able to be totally
pleasing, the sooner will true ecstasy be yours. Were I to withhold
punishment from you, so would I be withholding your ecstasy. Do you
wish to reach perfection?" I had no choice but to nod miserably as I
cried, but all he acknowledged seeing was the nod. "Very well, then.
Ask that I punish you."
"I-ask that you punish me," I sobbed, silently damning him for his
sadism. He smiled in full approval, put down the bowl he was holding,
then moved me to my back. It didn't take long before I was kicking and
screaming from his ministrations, but I was just led up to the
threshold, not allowed to cross. He seemed to know exactly when to stop
what he was doing, when to keep it going, and when to increase the
rhythm. Every once in a while he moved his hand beneath me to play with
the device, - and that made it all terribly worse. My whole body
screamed with need, but all I was given was punishment.
When he finally took his hands away, I lay crying for some time before I was able to control it and then I was given some help. I was told to
calm myself, and when I couldn't I was touched again, lightly, enough
to know that the longer I kept it up, the more I would be touched. Out
of desperation I swallowed down the sobs and half-screams, dimly
realizing that I wouldn't be allowed to cry at all pretty soon. They
would tighten the chains slowly, slowly, until nothing was left but
those actions demanded of a slave.
The bowl he had brought over was filled with pieces of soup-soaked dark
bread, and I was forced to my belly and made to eat what he put in my
mouth: The mess was unbelievably tasteless, but I needed the moisture
content desperately. As far as hunger went I didn't have much of an
appetite, but Bellna was starving so I had to be the same. I had to
lick his fingers clean when I'd had all he wanted to give me, and that
really put my self-control to the test. If I'd had any fast way out of
there, he would have had one or two fingers less.
As soon as my meal was done, I was put back to practicing on the male
slave. He hadn't been given anything but a couple of swallows of water,
and despite the savagely determined look in his eyes, he was really
suffering. Once the other two girls had been punished and fed the way I
had been, they were sent to join me in working on the slave while our
golden-shirts and light-shirt had a meal served them. The meal was an
elaborate multi-course thing served by slave females in faded green,
and it wasn't long before it became clear that that meal would be used
as another training device. The slaves in green were treated as so much
furniture, but we three in white were under constant observation. They
waited until we'd begun casting covert glances at the food and were
nearly drooling, and then we were offered bits of it as
a reward for
setting the male slave to moaning. The offer seemed to be totally on
the up-and-square and completely logical in a slave-training sense, but
something bothered me about it right from the beginning. Our training
had been different from the slave-training procedures usually used by
slavers, but I couldn't see where the kicker could be. The dark-haired
girl was the first to earn her reward, and although she was required to
crawl on her belly to her golden-shirt, she got it without more than a
little "good-natured" teasing. The small, auburn-haired girl was next,
and she, too, got a mouthful of juicy, nicely roasted fowl. I was the
only one who hadn't been rewarded, and I couldn't afford not to earn
what the others did, so I cheated a little and got my squirming howl
out of the male slave, then turned anxious eyes on my golden-shirt. He
smiled in approval and gestured me to him, and once I had wiggled and
crawled my way over, he held out a good, dripping chunk of roast.
"Complete obedience is rewarded," he said, almost word for word what
had been said to the other tw9 girls. "As you have been obedient, you
may now claim your reward."
It seemed as though I was expected to take the food, but the nagging
doubt I'd had earlier hadn't left me. I hesitated as I looked up at
him, trying to ignore how unbelievable the device in me had made the
crawl, and suddenly, just that easily, everything fell into place.
"I was-was told that my dis-discomfort would be seen to if I were
obedient," I stumbled, humiliated, embarrassed - but desperate. "Must I
have the food instead?"
"Did I not tell you she would be the first to respond properly?" my
golden-shirt said to the other three men with a laugh of triumph. "A
body such as hers must of necessity be responsive."
"Ours remain virgin and therefore ignorant," grumbled one of the other
golden-shirts while light-shirt laughed. "Yours has had a taste of what
a man might do, and is therefore more eager. The wager should not have been made."
"And yet the wager was made," my golden-shirt laughed again, tossing
away the piece of fowl and wiping his hands on a cloth. "Mine has won
and yours have lost. Which is to come first, the punishment or the
reward?"
The question was addressed to light-shirt, who looked between me and
the now-trembling other girls with lighthearted amusement. He made a
show of thinking the question over, probably to increase the girls'
torment, and then he looked back at my golden-shirt.
"The punishment will be given first, I think," he drawled, completely
aware of the terrible disappointment he thought he was causing in me.
"Rewards are given when the master considers it appropriate for them to
be given; punishments are given as quickly as they are earned. Also,
the loss of reward will be more keenly felt after punishment."
"I do not understand what I have done to be punished!" the small,
auburn-haired girl wailed, trying to shrink back even as she spoke. "I
was completely obedient!"
"Obedient, perhaps," light-shirt nodded, looking at her soberly. "As to
pleasing, however, the answer is not the same. Is your master to be
pleased when you have chosen another thing above his caress? The
highest obedience you may give is to consider his pleasure above all
else. This is a lesson you must learn before you are fit to serve him."
The key word again. I heard the other girls choke as the 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 falling 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 do
ne the haze was gone, Bellna was practically comatose, and I was
trying not to move even to breathe. The male slave underneath 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 dear, 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 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 goldenshirts
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 that. 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
