Torturous Existence

by Candace Smith

  When he turned around and she saw the profile of his jutting erection, she sobbed. He was monstrous. “Magnificent, isn’t it? I gained another two inches after the epidemic. It does get rather painful in its lust, so it is fortunate we have receptive vessels to relieve our stress.”

  As he approached her, the rod bounced in its heavy thickness. Sabra squeezed closed her eyes so she would not have to look at the purple bruising crown when it brushed her lips. She shook her head and strained at her bindings, clenching her useless hands.

  The Colonel brushed his fingertips across her throat. “Settle down, girl. This once, I will allow you distraction so you understand the power of the implant.”

  Sabra did not see him push a button on his wrist cuff, but she felt the slow vibration begin in her sex. The Colonel watched her pussy until her muscles began to spasm and she was wailing her garbled curses as she tried to thrust her hips.

  “That’s better.” He began to wedge his cock into her mouth. “You remember me telling you we’re strengthening your tongue. I still expect to feel you pleasuring me,” he warned.

  Sabra felt the organ stretch her jaws and push its invasion down her throat. She was caught between the demand between her legs as her pussy issued forth juices and searching pulses for fulfillment, and the cock in her throat that went deeper with each thrust. His fingers caressed the skin on her throat to test his progress and depth. He loved to watch his brutally thick shaft swell their slim necks and plunge deeper.

  It was so tight… so warm and moist and grippingly tightly… that his desire peaked quickly and he thrust his length in earnest, feeling the tip hitting almost between her breasts. Her mouth was sealed completely and he heard her noisy inhale through her nostrils on each retreat.

  Her hips were now rolling in a minimal circle as she tried to quench the need in her core while being tortured with his cock. Soon, she would beg him to stick his rod into the moist stickiness of her channel. He could already smell the juices she was leaking, and he thrust harder and deeper while she gagged and sobbed enticing vibrations until he erupted with a groan and held tightly to the sides of her head.

  Slowly removing his depleting cock, he turned off the implant, knowing it was the fourth time she had been brought to within seconds of her own climax and reveling in his power over her as he had forbade her yet again.

  Sabra was choking on his seed, but he warned her to swallow it all as a sign of thanks for providing her the diversion of her own manipulations while he forced her to service him for the first time. As she cried her way through it and shifted her hips in frustration, he warned her it was most likely the last time he would be thoughtful enough to ring her and allow her the distraction.

  The Colonel removed the ring and she swore at him. “I’ll kill you. I swear I will, the first chance I get.”

  “Silence,” he glared at her as she writhed in fury against the bindings. He shook his head, tapped his wrist and she shrieked a primal sound from deep inside her.

  Sabra felt her sex, specifically the swollen bead of pleasure that had just received the arousing vibrations while he fucked her mouth, explode in agony as an electric jolt lanced her sensitive nerves. “Aaaah, stop, aaaaah…” Sabra thrust her hips and rolled them, trying to rid herself of the excruciating agony. Even after he let go of the trigger, she continued to squirm and sob.

  “Silence.” The Colonel’s eyes were studying her, and a smile curled his lip. Sabra managed to reduce her wails to soft whimpers as the last of the pain dissolved. “You understand what happens if you disobey me, girl. Your whimpers and pain merely arouse me and make me want to punish you more. It requires some restraint to curb this desire, and very little to convince me to employ corrective measures to see to your protection.”

  He had made his point. The implant was the ultimate training device as it could cause her both the most intense feeling of pleasure or pain, and it was completely at the whim of her insane teacher. Her choices were narrowing, and she was beginning to envy the blank stare of those women that had escaped, not to the mountains but to the comforting havens in their minds.

  The colonel reached underneath her and released her wrists, and then he chained them to a twelve inch tether on each side of the hip belt and lifted her head, pulling up the drop leaf and securing it so her head rested on the same line as her body. Sabra’s fearful green eyes looked up at him as she silently pleaded. She felt the vibration in her tortured clit begin slowly and build up, and she clenched her fists, willing herself not to move her hands closer and risk shock.

  Her tears fell as she looked into his dark eyes, begging him to stop and take pity on her. He brushed her forehead and said softly, “Lesson three, girl. You will learn to only allow yourself enough to be prepared for me.” Her hips were already sliding on the slick surface of the metal table as she continued to shudder and whimper, afraid to speak and afraid to move her hands closer to the torture device to relieve herself.

  The girl lasted through the crisis for almost three minutes before her hands began to drift and her lips tremble. A sob escaped her as one hand quickly dove inward to just stroke it once quickly to stop the itching need. The shock was immediate, and her hand jerked back while she wailed.

  “Two more minutes, girl. You will learn to build up stamina for me so I can enjoy your torment for longer intervals.”

  At last the diabolical device was still, and Sabra cried quietly at what had been done to her. The Colonel had stripped her of any choice other than to satisfy his needs, and there was no end to his desire.

  He released her from the table and she stumbled when she stood up. His strong arm quickly caught her, and he led her to one end of the room where his large bed stood. The four posts were massive beams with bolts and chains intermittently bolted to them. He had her lie down and he curled behind her with his arm wrapped around her waist. She felt his lips brush between her shoulder blades, and he said, “If you move more than five feet from me, you will be shocked.”

  Sabra felt the steady breathing of the man as he slept with his deceptive embrace of comfort around her. Even in his sleep, his thumb would manipulate her nipple, and the beast between his legs would jerk and pulse against her thigh. At some point, she finally fell asleep.

  In the morning, Sabra woke to find the Colonel gazing down at her. “Which do you desire, girl? Five minutes of aroused torment, or to service me?

  Sabra ached. Every part of her was sore or stretched or painfully over used from the ‘lessons’ of the night before. There was no way she could force his beast down her throat, and no way she could stand five minutes of the implant without shocking herself into agony. Her pussy was still lubricating whenever she thought of the arousing vibrations.

  “Which would you prefer, Colonel?” Either choice was impossible, and he was going to have to force and control whichever she decided on. Perhaps the punishment would be less severe if he was making the selection.

  “Very good, girl. That was lesson four. Your desires don’t matter, as they should only involve what brings me the greatest pleasure. You have earned a reward.”

  The Colonel tapped his wristband and the slight vibration began in her sex, causing the immediate lubricating pulse to slicken her surfaces. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent and she tried to lie still as the pulsing demand increased. He spread her legs and knelt between them with his monstrous cock resting on the top of her folds and her belly. She made an involuntary gasp as her pussy begged to finally be filled.

  The vibrations continued, and she found her hips rising so she could rub her clit along the soft tightness of his erection. It felt marvelous. Her eyes closed and she thought that if she could only lie like this, rubbing her need against his warm flesh, she could finally rise to release. The thought of her continued vacant core pulsing and gripping tightly at nothing but her juices, did not seem as important as being able to stroke herself against him.

  Her eyes widened the slightest bit at his soft chuckle, as he
knew full well what torment she was in. He used his hand to center himself, and Sabra gasped in surprise, still expecting his rod to abandon her at the last moment. It continued to slowly press into her, and her legs wrapped around his ass pulling him in. He stretched her to her limits as he slowly entered her, and she felt his quivering as he deliberately slowed his course, allowing her to adjust. It would do him no good to rip or damage her and thus placing her on the red requisition list, unable to be called upon until she was pronounced healed.

  He enjoyed the tight gripping of her frenzied channel as the implant in her clit continued to manipulate her arousal. “You do not dare to cum without permission, and it will not be granted until after my own release,” he told her.

  He was rewarded with the strengthened grip of her thighs as she pulled him in deeper and her pussy gripped tightly and loosened, throbbing and pulsing in a demanding tempo as he plunged in and out of her. Sabra was fighting to hold back and grinding her hips up into him, willing him to orgasm. It felt so good to have her core finally filled… at last to have a man’s shaft to give her moist spongy depths some friction to satisfy the longing.

  She felt his rod thicken as his breathing changed, and the large, soft balls slapping against her bottom seemed to become tighter. At last, he groaned his explosion, and when she felt the copious spurting of his hot seed jet inside of her she gasped, “Please, please, Colonel.”

  “You may have your gratification, girl.”

  Sabra squirmed up against his hips, and even the sensation of his rod depleting inside her was arousing. She felt her muscles tighten, and for the first time in over two years she orgasmed with a man’s shaft inside of her.

  After her shudders subsided, he looked at the glazed residual passion in her eyes. This one would always fight and deny her passion, but she would also always seek it. He led her to the bathroom and had her fill the large tub. He allowed her to bathe him, and his hands played with the weight of her breasts and teased her nipples, pulling gently at the rings while she washed him. Several times he saw the small smile she was trying to keep from letting him notice in her eyes and the slight tremble as she licked her lips. The habit was one he had noticed since her capture.

  They finally left the tub, and he dressed and brought her down to the dining hall where people were just filing in for breakfast. Before Sabra knelt to her position beside the Colonel, she saw the expressions on her friend’s faces. Betsy’s face held resignation, but the look she gave the ranger next to her was not one of fear or dislike. Emmy was glaring and seething with anger. Sabra decided that they had also been compromised.

  After breakfast, the Colonel rose and left the room without another word to her. She joined her group of women as the rangers led them back to the stables. Sabra noted their pistols were not drawn, and then she saw the wristbands.

  She was led back to her stall where she sat on the cot and was grateful when the key turned a short while later, interrupting her confused and disturbed musings. The sentry stood in the doorway. “It’s time for exercise.”

  Two other women were on the various machines, silently lost to their thoughts as they continued the prearranged circuit the sentry moved them through. Afterwards, the sweating women were led back to their stalls, and sometime later the sentry opened the door and laid a bowl with her lunch and one with water on the floor. He left without a word.

  Sabra reached for the bowl of water, but when her hands were within six inches of the bowl, the shock in her pussy had her curling on the floor while her hands gripped frantically and she had to will them away from the source of her torment.

  She must have screamed, because she heard the sentry’s voice from the small window in the door say, “That was stupid, and you only have yourself to blame. The Colonel has been kind enough to provide you with a way to exercise your tongue and you ignored his offer. No wonder you women need our protection.” Sabra looked up at him, and she was not surprised to see the gleaming sadistic arousal in his eyes… and the twitch.

  She spent the afternoon wandering around her stall and trying to think about what she was learning about the delayed repercussions of the epidemic’s influence on the men. She had not been able to discern if the eventual breakdown occurred with all of them, but it did not seem to be based on age, as Henry had been almost as old as Taylor and he had definitely been affected. It might be related to whether or not the men had a more pronounced dominant streak before the event, but then Taylor or the Colonel should have been showing signs. Of course, she did think she might have noticed Taylor beginning to collapse.

  Sabra wondered if the Colonel was aware of the flaw in his plan to rule his sadistic empire that used to be one of the nation’s most beautiful vacation spots. She thought about the bands controlling the women. They seemed to be issued only to the officers… not all the rangers were wearing one. The thick, soft leather was stitched together and would have to be cut off their wrists to be removed. The other problem was the monitoring device in the office. The Colonel said it was solar powered, so the sun-absorbing plates had to be outside somewhere and they were probably less effective during the shortened days of the cold winter.

  Part of her mind was pleased she was still contemplating a way to escape, but another fearful part was urging her to acquiesce and accept her situation to both avoid pain and maybe feel the satisfaction of a man between her legs again. She sighed in frustration as she felt her sex clench while she thought of the Colonel thrusting into her emptiness that morning. Now that she was aware of the submissive element added to the plague, she wasted no more thought on her confusing arousal and accepted that it was something she could not control.

  All too soon, the key fumbled in the lock and her groomer was standing in the doorway, smiling at her. The twitch was much more visible, and she wondered why the rangers had not noticed it. Sabra decided that those experiencing the breakdown kept it secret amongst themselves. It resulted in a challenge for seniority, and they probably felt they were inconspicuously aligning themselves for the opportunity to assert themselves.

  She followed the kid to the front of the stable and he began his cleaning regime. His fingers stroked a little longer while he cleaned her breasts and pussy, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably with lust. “It isn’t fair the old Colonel keeps the prime stuff for himself,” he muttered.

  Sabra decided to bait him and offered a little push. “What do you care? You have women for your barracks, and that’s probably a hell of a lot more than you had before all this crap began.” She glanced up at Betsy being washed two spaces down and saw her studying what Sabra was doing.

  “Women… bah. They’re wasted shells thrown to us when the rangers are done with them. Even if the rest of the sentries don’t notice, I can see they’re just throwing us scraps to keep us doing all the menial shit they don’t want to be bothered with,” he replied.

  The young man was becoming agitated, so Sabra backed off. She was not sure how she could use his easily aroused anger, but she did not need him exploding now if she could benefit from it later. She remained unleashed when he led her outside to dry, and he leaned up against the outside wall of the stable, talking to the other groomers. It gave Sabra, Emmy and Betsy a chance to talk. They confirmed the implant, and Sabra told them what she had concluded so far. Although they could not come up with a plan, at least there was a measure of hope.

  Sabra had been requisitioned by the Colonel again, and try as she might to control it, her pussy was already responding to the thought of him. It was frustrating and irritated the hell out of her. The rangers came to collect their group and lead them to the dining hall.

  After dinner, he told her to stand and escorted her out of the room with a hand on the small of her back lightly guiding her. It was a surreal moment with Sabra’s mind reflecting that the act reminded her of a well mannered escort leading his date from a cultured event, instead of a naked slave who had just finished eating off the floor.

  She climbed the stairs, an
d although her feet slowed a bit she followed him to his rooms at the end of the hall. The bulge in his jeans made them look uncomfortably tight, and she wondered what he did all day that could supersede his body’s constant demand for sexual satisfaction. Almost as soon as they entered the room, the Colonel exploded. “Shit, come here.”

  Sabra trembled in fear, not understanding what she had done wrong. He had her kneel beside his chair by the fire and she watched him storm over to the door and yell out into the hall. “Sentry.”

  A minute later, an extremely nervous sentry followed the Colonel back into the room. Sabra saw the youth’s eyes almost fluttering with the telltale tick, and was amazed the Colonel did not seem to notice it. Perhaps, it was because he was so enraged. “What the hell is she still doing here?”

  Sabra followed to where he was pointing and she gasped in surprise when she saw two feral eyes glaring into the room from behind the bars of a cage.

  The sentry scrambled, “I’m sorry, Colonel. You ordered me to issue the training schedules and collect the weekly reports from the stables. Several of the groomers were still compiling statistics and I did not get back here in time.”