by Mind Guest
Down to your knees now and brow to the floor."
I knelt and bent over as ordered, trembling with anticipation at the
thought of being touched by him. The situation was as frightening as it
was infuriating, but I couldn't do anything about either emotion except
thrust them away. I was being conditioned more than I wanted to be, and
that was the danger; my only edge was that I was aware of it and
therefore in a position to negate the worst parts of the condition. Or
I'd damned well better be able to negate most of it. I intended going
for the break as soon as it got dark; I'd find out then how good a job
I was doing.
The golden-shirt took his time putting the device back in, playing
around until I'd moaned and squirmed enough to suit him. The Bellna
part of my mind found the torture highly arousing; it had come to her
that the man was getting pleasure from what he was doing, and she very
much wanted to give him pleasure. She was sure he would decide to
reward her after that, but once the device had been inched in as deep
as it could go and had been tied in back, I was ordered to my feet
again.
"Your lessons will continue immediately," golden-shirt said as he tied
the leather in front, somewhat tighter than it had originally been. "I
feel certain that you wish to achieve the highest level of obedience
and skill as soon as you possibly may."
"Oh, yes!" I breathed, looking into his face with all the' ardor I
could muster. "I feel a-need to obey that I have never before felt."
"Excellent," he nodded, showing only a small smile of satisfaction.
"You will be given ample opportunity for obedience. Your slave-shift
may be left here, for you will not require the use of it for a time.
Precede me out of the room."
I gave my poncho one agonizing glance, then turned immediately toward
the room's exit. Bellna was mortified at the thought of walking around
naked, but she didn't want to disobey. After all, there were very few
people in the tent complex, so it shouldn't be too embarrassing.
No one was in the small room-corridor or in the between-rooms corridor,
but when I followed directions into the room directly across the way,
Bellna's shock stopped me short with a gasp two steps through the
doorway. There were more than a dozen green-clad slave females, all in their twenties, three dark-goldshirted men with swords and whips, and a
naked, staked-down male slave. The slave females giggled when they saw
me even as they got to their knees to the golden-shirt behind me, and
all Bellna wanted to do was run and hide. She was absolutely crushed at
being the only naked female in the room, but when I took one
involuntary step backward, I bumped into my golden-shirt.
"You must move forward, not backward, little slave," he said, putting
his hand to me. I gasped again and found myself doing as I'd been told
to do, but I couldn't escape his hand guiding me across the floor. The
female slaves were giggling almost nonstop, and Bellna would have been
happy to curl up and die.
"You will use this slave to show me the extent of what you have
learned," golden-shirt told me when we'd reached the staked-down male
slave. "Should your obedience and learning prove sufficient, you may be
rewarded."
"I am to do this before them?" I whispered back, indicating the female
slaves with a desperate glance. "And what of those others who were with
me? Are we not to await their arrival?"
"You will no longer be training with those others," he said, again
highly amused. "Their progress will be slower, and need not hold you
back in yours. Also is your training to be somewhat different from
theirs. Are you prepared to begin?"
I opened my mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. I was being
ordered to arouse the male slave, a strange male slave, in front of an
audience that was horribly and embarrassingly intimidating for the
Bellna presence. She was an awkward little girl being commanded to
perform naked in front of other females older than she, commanded to an
act she had never even conceived of before that morning. The agony of
wanting to obey but fearing failure and ridicule was terrible for her,
but thanks to our link-up it was almost as bad for me. The tears formed
in my eyes as I began trembling, but my golden-shirt didn't let me go
all the way to hysteria.
"It seems you will require a small amount of encouragement before you
begin," he drawled, then pointed to the floor and snapped, "Kneel!"
His tone stopped Bellna short in her misery and sent her cringing back,
giving me enough breathing room to keel before I was accused of
disobedience. I had enough time to notice that the floor mat in that
room was a good deal softer than the one in the first room, and then
golden-shirt had me by the hair. The encouragement he gave was of the
expected sort, the key word "serve" being used at the same time to
reinforce it, and it wasn't long before I was writhing and begging to
obey the orders I'd been given. He let me beg for some time before he
magnanimously allowed it, and then he stayed close and started up the
encouragement again any time he thought I needed it. It was able to
stay just unrattled enough to remember what I was and wasn't supposed
to know, but it was a close thing.
When I had the male slave shouting and cursing, I was finally allowed
to stop. I was trembling and covered with sweat and had my teeth
clenched against Bellna's screaming in my skull, but some cooler, more
rational part of me had decided that my reward would for some reason be
put off again. I didn't want to hear that any more than Bellna did, but
I was very much afraid it would turn out to be true. When my goldenshirt
announced that I'd earned my reward after all, I felt a relief
and gratitude that was sickening. I was disgusted with myself for
reacting that way, but there was nothing I could do to stop it - and
then the kicker came. I could have my reward then and there, in front
of everyone including all those very amused female slaves, or I could wait and have it later, at some unspecified time, but in private. The
choice was given to me to make; I was almost too strung out to be
suspicious, but suspicion is a disease I've had a lot of years, and
it's saved me pain and kept me alive more often than sweet trust ever
could. Bellna wanted to wait, and so did I, but for some vague reason
that choice didn't feel right. The last thing I wanted was to be
humiliated in front of a totally unsympathetic audience, but that was
the way I would have to go. I hesitated no more than an instant, then
looked up at golden-shirt.
"I-beg that you choose to reward me now," I whispered, blushing
furiously but still squirming where I knelt. "I-feel great discomfortand-
and-cannot wait."
"You cannot wait," he repeated in a voice loud enough to reach everyone
in the room, satisfaction shining from his eyes to keep his chuckle
company. "As you cannot wait, I shall give you the reward you have
earned upon the moment."
A
gain Bellna was shattered by the announcement and following laughter,
but there was no longer any way out of the mess. Golden-shirt sat down
next to me, took me in his lap and bent me backward, then began giving
me my reward. I was so deeply lost to the sensations that every other
consideration faded away - including the fact that the fingers of his
free hand closed even more tightly on one of my nipples as he worked
me. The pain was there but so was release, and once again I was thrown
to the floor mat to recover.
I don't know when the dirty suspicion came to me, but after an
uncounted time of lying in a heap, I suddenly knew another facet of the
conditioning I was being put. Through and the.difference between my
training and that of the others. All the hints and unexplained
happenings - the bastards were building a link between pain and sexual
arousal and satisfaction. Taken one way to its ultimate conclusion, the
infliction of pain would bring immediate, uncontrollable arousal; taken
the other way, the infliction of that same pain would bring orgasmic
release - or make release impossible without it. The set-up was right
out of a sadist's wet dreams, and I couldn't help wondering what I'd
bought myself with the response my golden-shirt had been looking for.
His satisfaction at the choice I'd made had certainly been clear
enough, as clear as the retrospectively seen fact that the deck had
been stacked against that choice. A girl Bellna's age and with her
background should have been mortified at the thought of being done in
front of so many snickering strangers, especially as most of them were
women older than herself-unless she had been made so uncontrollably
sensual that she couldn't help herself. They'd wanted Bellna to react
that way, and the next step could very well be what that solitary girl
on the furs had been given. I'd noticed that she'd been beaten, but I'd
also noticed that she was more worked up sexually than hurting from the
beating. I lay on the floor mat of the room feeling physically
exhausted, but my mind was darting around at light speed. I'd made the
right choice but it had turned out wrong for me, which was the way the
game went sometimes. If I wanted to avoid what the girl on the furs had
gotten, I'd have to backpedal a little.
Sometimes making a decision doesn't mean you'll get to put it into
practice, but that time I got lucky. When my rest time was over and I
was ordered to my feet, it was to he taken to another, smaller room
which contained all males. There were half a dozen slave males and two
armed guards, the slaves only lightly chained and the guards casual and
unconcerned. The slaves were obviously no worry, which told me that the
training given the girls was also used to train the men. Male slaves who gave trouble were punished by being used as subjects for the girls
to work on; those who cooperated were rewarded by being allowed to help
in the training, probably also being allowed the use of ordinary slave
females afterward. I was pushed into the middle of them, had one
pointed out as my subject, and was told to serve that one no matter
what the others did to me.
Use of the key word affected me less strongly than it was supposed to,
but it still affected me. The reward I'd been given was largely
negated, and the men around me laughed softly when I closed my eyes and
squeezed my thighs together with a gasp. They all wore the faded green
of slaves while I stood naked among them, and they obviously enjoyed
the sight of me. Their hungry reactions were very unsettling, and then
I was told to undress my subject in the proper way, the way I'd been
told to do earlier. A well-trained slave kissed her master's body when
she undressed him, and the slave who had been appointed my master
licked his lips in anticipation, eager to get on with it.
I'd decided to make it very clear right from the start that being among
all those men made me nervous. I used an anxious expression when I
reached out a tentative hand to my "master," then jumped with a loud
squeal when I was touched from behind by someone else. I whirled in the
direction of the touch, gasped when two more of the slaves touched me,
then began to cry.
"You fail to serve your master, slave," my golden-shirt admonished,
punishing me lightly by using the key word again. "Were you not told to
ignore all others and attend him alone?"
"I cannot!" I blubbered, looking at him piteously over the shoulders of
two of the slaves. "I have never been alone among so many men, not to
speak of being-unclothed among them! And they all - oh! - touch me! I
b-beg to be allowed to attend him in private."
"You have already learned to attend a master in private," he said with
a frown, a lot less satisfied than he'd been till them. His brown eyes
studied me in silence for a moment, and then he nodded his head. "This
was, perhaps, to be expected. The distraction of the highly unusual is
enough to overcome the recently learned. You must clearly be first
accustomed to that which is strange to you, and then we may proceed.
You all may toy with her a short time."
The last was for the male slaves, of course, and they entered the game
with a zeal I would have found commendable-under other circumstances.
After throwing me to the wolves, my golden-shirt turned and left the
tent room, but the three armed guards were still there to laugh their
heads off while I screamed and tried uselessly to protect myself. The
six slaves moved in as close as they could and began touching me all
over, having no trouble getting past my flailing arms, driving me crazy
and enjoying my near-hysteria. After a couple of minutes someone took
my arms from behind and held them out and away from my sides, forcing
the front of my body forward. So many hands touched me in so many
places that I nearly lost control and defended myself, which would have
scattered and smeared those six like so much firewood or so many rag
dolls. I panted more with the effort to hold myself back than with what
was being done to me, but that doesn't mean I wasn't suffering. Bellna
blubbered in the back of my mind and screamed for permission to obey,
but I couldn't allow that any more than I could allow what I wanted to
do. Now that I'd broken the pattern of training, I had to keep it
broken.
When my golden-shirt finally came back, I was down on my knees with my
forehead pressed to the mat, one of the slaves kneeling on my hair. I
was screaming almost nonstop from the way they were stabbing at me with their bodies without having removed their loincloths, teasing me with
what they'd made me want so desperately. Hands fondled my breasts and
toyed with the device, different hands taking turns doing different
things while I was poked at and stroked and denied what I ached for. I
screamed and struggled, trying to get loose to reach one of them - and
then all of them were gone, out of reach and through with the game. I
pushed myself up on all fours and raised my head, the tears streaming
down my cheeks and my body flaming, ju
st in time to see the gesture
from my golden-shirt that I was to get to my feet. It was something of
a struggle but I managed it, and once I was erect the golden-shirt
stepped closer to me, took my wrist chain between my left wrist and the
belt loop, turned, and dragged me behind him out of the room.
To be entirely accurate, I was dragged down to the end of the corridor,
through a room that looked just like all the others, but which led
outside. It was an hour or so past noon of another pretty day, but
neither Bellna nor I were in any condition to appreciate it. Bellna was
having hysterics over the number of people stopping or turning around
to stare at my naked, sweat-covered body, and I was mewling helplessly
at the pace the golden-shirt was forcing me to. When I could force
myself to speak I begged mindlessly to be touched, but it wasn't
rewarding I'd set myself up for. The thin grass and stones and dirt I
minced over barely entered my awareness, no more than the wide city of
tents stretching in all directions throughout the large forest
clearing. We crossed an open space, circled a dark green tent, then
made for a large brown, yellow and white tent with flaps thrown back.
The large tent was too well lit with lamps for it to be dim even after
the brightness of the day. It was filled with row after row and aisle
after aisle of what had to be display platforms, five inches high for
male slaves, three or four feet high for female slaves. The male slaves
stood with wrists shackled to either side of their heads, their ankles
held tight by manacles set in the platform floors, three platforms of
females and one of males, then another three of females and another one
of males. There was an open space on the female platform directly
opposite the tent entrance, and that was where my golden-shirt dragged
me.
When I was lifted up to kneel on the platform, it came through the
cloud of mindlessness I was wrapped in that this particular platform
was covered with silky, long-haired furs, and that although the other
slaves on display wore their green slave shifts, the three on my
platform were as naked as I. Golden-shirt took out a key, unlocked the
two rings holding my wrist chain to the chain around my waist, unlocked
the right wrist-cuff, then lifted the chain and my left arm to a thick
