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 The Disruptors, part 1 of 3
   by Nysidra
   This is a graphic story containing several erotic concepts and explicit
sexual descriptions.
   Fantasy Adventure (MF, femdom, torture, imprisonment)
   <->
   -_ Lilizen Compound _-
   The rattle of the closing gate reverberated through the subterranean
walls.  Carina craned her neck to view the hallway monitor.  Wilson's
lumbering figure: broad shoulders, balding pale scalp, pulled a large cage
behind him.  Its wheels made repetitive high-pitched squeals.
   Moments later the door to her work room opened.  The doorway filled with
Wilson's massive girth as the cart's wheels clunked over the threshold.
   Carina set aside her notebook and approached the cart to meet her new
arrival.
   Wilson shuffled around the pulley to inspect his alignment.  The wheels
protested as he tugged and pushed until a series of in-floor latches
clicked.
   The cage opened.
   The captive took his cue and stumbled into the larger enclosure.  He had
a few bruises, some blood stains, a day or two of stubble.  Fit, too old to
be young, but too young to be old.  What clothing he wore was stained
black, brown, and dark green.
   He leaned against the back wall of the enclosure.  No screaming, no
shouting or wailing, neither the impudent gnashing of teeth.
   Wilson worked the series of latches that would seal the enclosure.  When
it was done, he turned to her.
   "Take that with you." Carina pointed to the sealed barrel.  "Tell Jin
there are some tools in the mess.  He's free to keep or return them."
   A single nod and he added the barrel to his load.  The wheels squealed
with less urgency as he pulled the empty cage out of her room.  The door
shut behind him.  Minutes later, the metal grate of the lift rattled.
   Silence.
   Carina turned to make note of her newest capture.  Even if they were
quiet upon delivery, they usually started in with the questions or excuses
immediately.
   How would he change when the second one arrived?
   ***
   For a while Raven believed she would make it out.  She followed all the
strange man's instructions, found each hallway clear, each door unguarded.
   Tears stung her eyes.  Her head pounded as blood rushed to it, the sound
of her pulse throbbed in her ears.  Did she mess up?  Had it been a trick
all the while?  A tiny, animalistic sound of agony escaped, muffled by the
belly of the man that carried her over his shoulder.
   Her abdomen caved as they traveled down the stairs she'd taken not so
long ago on her journey towards escape.
   What would she say to Sung Li?  The thought issued another wave of
panic. She had cooperated with him for so long, been the compliant one,
gave whatever he wanted.  Now she would see what happened when he issued
punishment as opposed to reward.
   All because of a stupid notion called hope.
   The strange man had appeared at night in her room.  Gorgeous olive green
eyes, dark hair, ruggedly handsome face.  At first she thought Sung Li had
sent her someone easier on the eyes, a twisted form of reward?
   "Do you want to get out of here?  Say yes, and I will tell you how, say
no, and I will leave."
   Out of where?  The room?  Lilizen?  She had no idea where this man came
from, who sent him, or the details of his insane request.
   "Yes."
   The man carrying her went left instead of right.  He took the cargo
elevator to a floor higher than the one she knew.
   ***
   Raven traveled to Lilizen Compound to escape the machinations of her
jealous sister-in-law, Charlene.  After the death of her father, she was
supposed to run Elwood Cooperative with her brother.  Raven gave it up,
gave everything to him.  He didn't need her, but the only way to prove that
was to leave.
   She worked in the Ramat Crystal processing room at Lilizen for a few
weeks.  When the door to the workroom opened, Raven did not look up. 
People entered and left through that door often.
   "Come with me."
   She looked up, set her tray and grinding tool aside and followed her
boss to an upper level room.
   "You did not tell me the whole truth." Sung Li closed the door.
   "The whole truth?"
   "Elwood spy."
   She shook her head.  "No, I just want work.  I do not belong to Elwood
anymore."
   "Born Elwood.  How you not belong?"
   Her heart hammered in her chest.  "Yes, I was born Elwood.  There is
nothing I can do about that, but I am free to choose my allegiance like any
other."
   "Careful watch on you."
   She nodded.  That sounded reasonable enough.
   Sung Li unfastened his long gray jacket and hung it on a hook beside the
door.  "You will stay with me."
   For how long?  Until when?
   Raven nodded.
   "Covered with shards." He pointed to a smaller room.  "Shower."
   Ramat crystal tended to leave a sparkling sheen to the skin.  It did not
hurt unless it reached ultraviolet light, then the shards hardened and
turned razor thin.  Ramat crystal had to be ground into a course powder,
pressed into a sheet, then super heated.  When placed under a shaft of
sunlight, the crystals hardened and reformed into a variegated glass.  This
process provided all of the privacy glass used in Virkane City.
   Raven showered.  The crystal flaked off, washed down the drain.  The
shower wall was not made from any such glass.  She washed in Sung Li's
clear view.  He even pulled up a chair for the show.
   "I help with back?"
   She did not mind.  "Yes, thank you."
   He took off his clothing and stepped into the spray with her.  "You look
for work only?  Not spy?"
   "I am not a spy."
   "I have work, better than crystals.  This work bring pleasure."
   Work indeed.
   Sung Li's appetite was insatiable, his needs beyond imagination.  When
she left the bed, she did so tired, weary, and aching.  When Sung Li's cock
flagged, he turned to his treasure chest of toys.  She did not know
pleasure could bring such torment.
   "They will never find you now.  Much gladness.  I keep you, never leave.
Free dedication.  Best value."
   ***
   Free dedication.  Best value.
   Those words echoed in her mind for several days after he spoke them. 
Sung Li put her in a luxurious bedroom, wrapped in soft sheets, surrounded
by fine furniture and art.  He kept her like a doll, a precious sex doll.
   How long would this continue?  How long had it been?  What would Sung Li
do to her when he was finished?
   The door opened, but she kept her back to she shaft of soft light.
   The mattress dipped beside her.
   Raven wanted to tell Sung Li to get out, to go away, but she was in his
home.  She had to be the one to leave.  With a mile of mountain between her
and the sun, this was not an option available to her.
   She rolled onto her back with a long sigh.
   "Lovely sound." He plucked at her nipple until it stiffened before
moving to the other.  "You make all the best memories." He rubbed her
belly, but did not go much lower.  "I must work.  You must rest." He stood
and pulled in a cart.  The soft rattle of glass and metal filled the room.
   "Eat, drink.  Will help time pass."
   Raven sat up.  Did any of those utensils include a knife or fork?
   Finger food, as usual, but also a cup with two round pills.
   "What is this?"
   "Entertainment.  Personal collection.  Token of gratitude.  Will help
time pass."
   Gratitude.  Raven shifted and left the bed, naked, as she remained. 
Though she had no plans to find a partner in Lilizen, she had wisely
decided to get a fresh contraceptive implant before leaving home.
   The food, as always, was delicious.  She popped the tiny baked meat pies
into her mouth, picked at the berries and melons.
   She ate everything on the plate, took both pills, and jumped into the
shower.  When she dried off, she did not bother with clothing.  She
stripped the old sheets and pulled a new set from the chest of linen at the
foot of the bed.  Adding fresh sheets was a pleasure she should not
appreciate, but like much of her predicament, she had to find pleasure
where she could.
   ***
   Where did she go wrong?  Staying put or trying to run away?  In her
attempts to make things better, Raven seemed only to end up worse.
   The doors of the elevator groaned as they opened.
   Instead of getting off, another man filled the opened doors.  He pulled
a cart with an empty cage and a large black barrel.
   The man carrying her and the larger man spoke in the native language of
Lilizen, but not its trade language, the doors remained opened.  It looked
like an extraction shaft, but none of the familiar, tickling, acrid smell
that marked active use.  Was this where they dumped the runaways?
   As they laughed, the elevator doors closed.
   ***
   For a prison cell, the room looked inviting.  Two more empty cells lined
the wall beside his, each sharing a wall.  Beyond the iron cage were
shelves filled with curiosities, books, and specimen jars.  A long couch, a
table with large photos.  He could not see what lay around the corner.
   "You know where you are?" Her words were lilting and soft.
   "I do."
   The woman leaned forward, her chin propped in her hands, and smiled. 
Vicious and gorgeous.  Her expression glinted with amusement.  "Not
afraid?"
   "Concerned." He pushed off the wall and walked to the edge of his
enclosure, though he limped to favor his injuries along the way.
   She hummed and stood.  Soft pants rested from flared hips.  A thin shirt
outlined the details of her heavy breasts.  Her thumb stroked her bottom
lip.  "How you evade security?"
   "By fitting in."
   "Fitting in?" She smirked.  "Why you bother if you not stay?"
   "I had a mission."
   She chuckled at this, turned on her heel and pecked on the keys at her
desk.  The soft, light-colored pants revealed no lines of under garments,
only the fullness of her rear.
   "Mission." She giggled at this.
   He didn't ask what part of his statement brought her amusement. 
Breaking into the Lilizen Compound was the easy part, finding the lost
daughter he sought, a greater feat.  That he had been separated from her
was only a minor snag.  She had her instructions.  The way would be clear.
   "You make my task easy.  Thank you." She disappeared around the corner
and returned with a cup of water and a bread roll.  "My gratitude."
   With the slight nod of his head, he took the bread and water.
   "So that you not learn the hard way." Keys clicked.
   From the wall, a humming noise.  A panel slid back to reveal a small
screen, but large enough to get the point across.
   It displayed a man of slight build spread along the wall.  The man on
the screen yelled and screamed.  Blood spots welled.  What happened?  The
second time he noticed the glint of metal as it lashed the bound man.  Each
lash brought more blood until his back turned to mangled flesh, bits of it
sagged from his body.  Dark red pooled at his feet.
   The screen went black.
   She dangled a thin, silver chain in front of the cell.  When he followed
the chain to her hand, she winked.
   "I lack gratitude; I punish." With a bright laugh wholly unsuited to the
situation, she yanked on the chain and caught the center part, creating two
loops.  "Eat, drink."
   The sight and sound of the flayed man echoed in his mind as he took in
the warm water and tough bread.
   Back turned, she clicked on the object in front of her.  It wasn't a
computer, laptop, or any contraption he recognized.  The screen must have
been else where on the desk, some place he could not see.
   After a time, she stood, stretched, lifting the material of her shirt to
reveal a dark band of skin.  She pulled a book from her shelf and plopped
on the couch.  "You come alone?"
   "Yes."
   "Why?"
   "One is all I needed to do the job."
   Another giggle.  She flipped the page of her book.
   He finished the bread, washed it down with the last of the water.
   Time passed, marked by the flipping of book pages.  Occasionally she
looked up with a huff at the door, then a narrow glare at him, but returned
to her book each time.
   ***
   He jolted awake, but only opened his eyes.
   The heavy gate closed, squeaking wheels.
   She giggled, tossed the book aside and bounced on the balls of her feet
sending her unfettered breasts bouncing.
   The door opened and the same brute that had delivered him walked
backwards, pulling the cage.
   He stood.  Now that his interrogation was over, he could make his escape
during transfer to the real prison.
   Long black hair covered most of the body, but he could make out the
back: the spirals and edges that marked her tattoo.  Red scrapes marred her
skin.
   His heart pounded.  Tension rose.  He wanted to yell and curse, but all
he could do was watch as Raven Elwood was pushed into the adjoining cell.
   She tumbled into an unconscious heap.  Dirty, bloodied.  However she was
found, she did not go without a fight.
   He understood the woman's incessant giggling now.
   "Mission worth it?" She approached the adjoining cage and stared down at
her new prisoner.
   "I can't yet say."
   "Hmm." The lacerating chain uncoiled and found him through the bars.
   He caught the weighted end, but did not pull, only held it.
   "Quick," she whispered.  "Release."
   He let go of the chain.  No cuts, but a few unpleasant indentations in
his palm.
   "Good.  You still want mission?"
   "Yes."
   "Because who pay you?"
   "Because I do not like to fail."
   She smirked, but no laughter.  She turned and walked over to a wall. 
Her thumb grazed her bottom lip and she sighed.  "Nor do I."
   She flipped a switch on the wall plunging all of the room into darkness.
In the distance, around the corner he could not see, a door shut.
   No red, green, or blue dots.  No horizontal or vertical slits of light.
Pitch dark, deep as that found in any true Lilizen prison.
   Darkness pervaded through cycles of sleep and wakefulness, a smell would
draw him toward the edge of his cage where he found fresh water and morsels
of food.  Leftovers, given its room temperature and randomness.
   Was this punishment or gratitude?
   In the cell next to him, Raven said nothing.
   ***
   Light flooded the room.  He shielded his eyes, but peaked through the
break in his fingers.
   His interrogator entered the room dressed more formal than before: a
dark pleated skirt, lighter colored blouse, her hair tied in a high pony
tail.  Curls cascaded down her neck.
   A bulky, muscled man followed her into the room.
   She glanced at him with the hint of a smile playing on her hardened
expression.  To the man that entered with her, she said, "Kill the girl."
   The man took two steps.
   Fast as a serpent's strike he snatched up his empty plate, smashed it to
the ground and flung one shard after another toward the man.
   The breaking of the plate barely garnered the man's attention.  He
grabbed his neck and made a wet gasp.  He went to his knees, his hands
slapped at his side, but he could not reach the shard in his back.
   He threw the shards until there was only one left, one, good, thin shard
of glass.
   Wet sucking, gurgling.  Thick red rivulets trickled down the man' body.
He thrashed, his face turned dark red, veins bulged on the side of his
face. Minutes later, he stilled.
   A long, high hum.  She knelt beside the body, poked at the wounds,
wriggled the exposed shards.  She lifted her eyes and stared at the shard
in his hand.  "That for me?"
   "In case he moves."
   "He will not." She stepped over the body, extended her hand.  He placed
the weapon into her open palm.
   He retreated to the far corner of the cell.  Two other men came to cart
the body away.  Whatever they used to clean the floor left a sharp, acrid
smell.  Unaware of her earlier peril, Raven shifted on the floor.
   She pushed a bucket of soapy water and a cloth into his cell.  "You
smell.  Do her next."
   Three bars in the center of the wall their cage separated: half of them
went up, the other half down.
   After washing himself, he carried the bucket over to her, adjusted her
limp form and washed her as best he could.  He sat her up and gave her
water to drink.  Her eyes opened, but did not focus.  She drank, but made
no effort to move on her own.
   The whole while, their captor paced outside the enclosure.  Her head
tilted one way then the other.  "Nice shape.  You like her?"
   "I appreciate the female form in all its diversity."
   "Diplomat, and more." She strode away from them, but returned with a
vial of dark red liquid.  "Make her drink."
   He took the vial, sniffed it, and glared at the woman.  As far as
choices went, his were limited.  He cradled Raven's head and helped her
empty the thick dark cream.
   "Rejuvenates her." She pulled the swivel chair to the bars.  "Entertains
me."
   He posed the question with his expression.
   "Tapenli?  Vital fire?"
   Raven stirred in his arms, shifted.  Her skin flushed, glistened with
sweat.  Warm finger tips wrapped around his arm.
   "The aphrodisiac," he said.
   "In small amount, a toy.  Large dose?  It is the pleasing effect, if
fed." A low chuckle.
   He understood her game.
   Raven frowned at him, the cage, the woman outside of it.  Her mouth
opened, but instead questions, she groaned, arched her back, rubbed her
legs together.
   In an attempt to calm her, he caressed her cheek, hugged her close, but
these actions did not soothe her or sedate her.
   "Not pleasing effect is pain." The woman whispered.
   As if in answer, Raven's groan twisted into a sharp whimper.
   He massaged her breast, rolled the nipple between his fingers, bringing
her whimpers back to sighs of pleasure.  Her writhing calmed, but only a
little.  He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth.  Sharp,
forceful licks of his tongue caused her to sigh deeply.  Her legs parted,
hips rolled.
   He outer pussy lips were wet to the touch, slick arousal coated his
palm. Wet sounds filled the room as he rubbed her feverish slit up and
down. Raven gasped, grabbed his hand and pressed him tighter to her pussy.
   He placed two fingers inside her and made persistent thrusts and flicks
in time with the suction of her breasts.  Her vaginal walls clamped down on
his fingers, sucking them through her orgasm.
   Raven, the woman he endeavored to rescue from this place, would probably
end up hating him after this, but not because he allowed her to suffer.
   He lay her on the floor and crawled down her body until he could bury
his lips in her pussy.  The smell of her spurred him forward, the flush of
red, wet flesh sang its usual siren song: take me, please me.  He buried
his tongue between her labia, spearing in and out, rubbing the underside of
the swollen protrusion of nerves.
   Raven hooked her hands under her knees and pulled her legs back.  Soft
sounds of pleasure, delirious and wanton.  The sounds gained volume and
urgency when he reintroduced his fingers.  Sucking and thrusting, working
her toward a second release.
   Her legs dropped to either side of him, her fingers combed through his
hair, tightened, and pulled upward.  Her strong grip guided him on top of
her, but he kept one hand inside her throbbing pussy.
   "Please," she begged, her nipples formed hard peaks, sweat dripped down
her body.
   His erection strained in his pants, but he couldn't take that leap, not
with the elixir affecting her judgement.
   "Please what?"
   Raven gripped his cock through his trousers, stroked him.
   From outside the cell, "Do not have shyness.  I will not judge.  She
will enjoy, no matter your size."
   Raven unfastened his pants, pushed on the waist band.
   "Turn on your side," he whispered.
   Her breath came fast, but she disentangled from him and turned on her
side facing bars.
   He sat back, moved behind her, and kicked off the single layer of
clothing.
   Outside the cage, the interrogator leaned and rocked, trying to see him
from behind Raven.
   He lay behind her with his cock pressed in the crack of her ass.  He
caressed her stomach, up toward her breasts, but Raven had no interest in
foreplay.  She lifted her leg and pushed it back over his hips, her ass
arched back, trying to mount his erection.
   He put the head of his cock against her fiery, wet pussy lips.  With
gentle guidance, he pressed into her.  Raven stilled as he eased deeper
within.  He set a slow, deep rhythm with his thrusts, burying deep inside
her.
   The other woman had left her chair, leaned on the bars at their feet. 
Her eyes widened and brows arched, a broad smile spread along her face.
   Raven moaned between her heavy panting.  Her vaginal walls clamped down
hard enough to push him out of her.  One orgasm seemed indistinguishable
from the other, as if she never stopped.  The 'vital fire' had taken full
hold.  She poured sweat onto his arm, the one cradling her head, her ink
black hair clung to her face and shoulders.
   No matter her fevered thrashing or bucking, he kept to his pace.  She
needed him to keep focus, to stay hard, to be her relief until the fever
broke.
   Raven screamed.  Her body went taunt as a bow.  He held her hips and
gave her a few hard thrusts until she went limp, her breath turn ragged.
   He pulled out of her body and set her aside on a drier part of the cell.
He covered her with her clothing and carried his own back to his side.  His
cock stood rigid, frothy and sticky from the result of her orgasms.
   "Need help?" She squatted in front of him, legs spread, showing off the
damp gusset of her panties.
   "No.  Thank you." He hugged his legs to his chest.  He focused on
breathing through the painful tension in his groin.  The pain of
unfulfilled lust was what he endeavored to spare Raven, and had.
   At this small task, he had been successful.
   "I think she will not mind if you finish."
   He waited, but she appeared to make a suggestion, not a command.
   His jailer stood and pressed a button.  The bars raised and lowered,
completing the dividing wall between their cells.  She entered Raven's
enclosure and withdrew the bucket, delivered fresh food and water, and a
blanket roll.  To him, she gave a cup of water and another bread roll.
   No more questions.  No more orders.  No more tests.  She left the room
and plunged them into darkness.
   ***
   Raven woke lying on the floor in thick darkness.  Where she expected to
feel aches, burns, and phantom pains - she felt only vague muscle strain,
the chill of the hard floor under her.  She reached between her legs: damp,
but not raw and burning as it had been before she passed out.
   How long had she been out?
   "You are awake." A male voice soft, sensual, familiar.
   For a moment she rejoiced.  She wasn't alone!  And then she panicked. 
She was not alone.  She huddled into a smaller ball, but made no movement.
The last thing she wanted to do was give away her location.
   "I apologize."
   She placed the voice.  The strange man who offered to free her, who had
given her the instructions.  Who had turned her pleasant servitude into a
fresh hell.  Sobs choked from her.
   Was he also the one from earlier?  The one in her maddening dream?  No.
Impossible.  Why would she dream of a man she barely knew bringing her such
outrageous pleasure?
   Shuffling sounds, the crack of a bone joint.  Metal shifted.
   "It was that or have you suffer a greater torment."
   "What are you talking about?"
   "She gave you vital fire."
   Raven was familiar with the mixture.  Sung Li was a fan.  So it was not
a dream after all.
   A strange sensation of dissonance as the best sex of her life clashed
with the harbinger of misfortune.
   "I wouldn't call that a torment," she whispered.
   "That doesn't make it okay."
   She grinned at the absurdity.  If only he knew the true torment he
caused her to face before she was thrown in this cell.  How those men had
strapped her down and took their turns.  It was foolish to hope she would
ever get out of this hole.
   "Thank you for trying."
   "Are you all right?"
   "No," she broke into sobs.
   "You will be."
   The tears continued for a while longer.  Then with a sniffle, she
stemmed the flow.  "Where are we?"
   "Carina's sector."
   Fuck.  They were as good as dead.  Why would the executor give her vital
fire?  Her breath turned to stone in her chest.  What horrors did she need
to be conscious for?  Tears began anew.  Could it get any worse?
   "Why am I still alive?  Who are you?" The first time she asked, he said
it was not important.  That they would not need to know each other more
than a few minutes.
   "You are alive because I am here to free you."
   Still no true answers then.
   "You failed."
   "Not yet."
   "What's going to happen to me?  I don't want to die?"
   "And you won't."
   "You do realize that you're in a cell beside me?" She groaned and tried
to see anything in the pervasive darkness.
   Several minutes later, he whispered, "Exactly."
   -_ Mutual Misery _-
   If not for the regular appearance of food and water, he might have
thought them abandoned.  The interrogator showed all her gratitude to Raven
- fresh food, cold water, warm blankets.  On occasion, she was the only one
of them to receive such a bounty.
   The smell of herbs and cream sauce wafted from her cell.
   "What did you get?"
   His stomach churned and head ached with hunger, but he did not answer.
   "Come here," said Raven.
   He moved toward her voice.  Her fingers rounded his shoulder, moved up
his neck to his lips.  Then a strip of wet at his lips.
   "Don't be stubborn." Her fingers lingered on his lips after each morsel.
   Like the animal he'd been reduced to, he licked them, wishing instead to
feel her tongue or her wet pussy once again.  The highlight of his stay, a
forced joining he could not allow himself to enjoy.
   He pulled away from her, away from the bars and retreated to the
opposite side.
   She presented a profound distraction.  Given his location and his
ongoing mission, he could not follow his whims.  Raven did not exist for
his pleasure.  She would find no freedom if he lost sight of that.
   ***
   Raven screamed as Sung Li's cock penetrated the tight ring of her ass.
The scream was not one of pain, mostly profound discomfort.  He had taken
every effort to loosen her for this particular act.  For that, at least,
she was grateful.  Even still, she cried out as he pounded into her.
   Sung Li grunted and laughed as he tugged her body back and forth along
his cock.  His pace quickened.
   "You squeal.  You love it."
   Moisture dripped down her thighs.  She hoped it was just the lubricant
he used, but the throbbing of her pussy did not allow her to stick to that
fantasy.
   "Please," she begged.  "Please, I don't want to do this."
   He pulled out and snatched her around to face him.  He stuck two fingers
in her pussy.  Sloppy wet noises filled the room.  "No lies, Elwood.  You
wish me to fuck this?"
   "No."
   "Then take this." He pulled her to face his lap.
   She stared in horror at the cock that had just been up her ass.
   "Suck clean.  Drink deep." He thrust into her mouth.
   She tasted her ass and she gagged as he pushed into the back of her
throat.  She convulsed and struggled, but he pushed deeper until she could
not breathe.
   Flailing wildly, she tried to get away, but he restrained her and fucked
her face until his climax.  Laughing and moaning while tears and snot and
bile trailed down her neck and chest.
   Raven struggled toward consciousness.  Her eyes flew open and she came
awake with a gasp.  Tears followed soon after.  Darkness so profound, she
couldn't tell what was around her, which meant she was still in peril.
   Her world spun as she drew shallow, panicky breaths.  She couldn't see.
Nothing but darkness and more darkness.  Horror, desolation, confusion
pulsed through her body.  She would never be free of this, never find her
way to the light.  She sobbed hysterically though she knew she was not
alone.
   "Easy, Raven." His sensual voice seemed to float in the dark like a
tendril of smoke.  "Take deep breaths."
   He took an exaggerated deep breath, then sounded as if he were blowing
it out through his lips.  He persisted though she ignored him.
   "Through your mouth, blow out." His voice was like a caress, calming
her.
   He repeated the languid instruction to breathe until Raven relented in
her hiccuping spasms and joined him.
   She played along, allowed him to soothe her.  Despite her doubts, the
breathing did wonders for her nerves.  She sniffled and wiped her face with
the thick blanket.  Her heart and respiration slowed as the disquiet of her
nightmare left.
   "Why?" She thought to say more, but sorrow choked her off.
   "We will find out."
   His arrogance did little to soothe her fears.  She drew her knees to her
body.
   "I deserve your doubt."
   "Can you blame me?"
   "Not at all.  Bad dream?"
   "Bad memories."
   "It was a recording of a time past.  Learn to focus and change the
events."
   "I can't change what happened."
   "You can change how you dream of it."
   The acrid curse rested on her tongue, but Raven swallowed it.  Whoever
this imperious failure was, he was also all she had, her only hope,
depressing as that was.
   "Fine."
   He sighed.  "I guess that is one step above calling me an asshole."
   She giggled.
   "Thought so.  It is your choice.  I could teach you how.  Some take
weeks, others years to develop the skill, but I've got time."
   Raven burst into laughter.  Her sides hurt with it.  "Yeah, guess I have
time to learn."
   ***
   Light.
   Two quick snaps of Carina's fingers.  "Up front."
   He stood and shuffled to the door of the cage.
   "Still want your mission?"
   "Yes."
   With a roll of her eyes, she pulled up a collar and fastened it around
his neck then opened the cell door.  Using only her finger, she directed
him where to walk in front of her.  No handcuffs, no chains.
   They did not take the freight elevator, but walked down through a
labyrinth of windowless staircases until they entered another room.
   Three men, two in their early twenties, one with a graying beard and
balding head.  No armor or weapons.  Casual dress.  Their chatter ceased as
she followed him into the room.
   The younger men took up post by the door.
   Against the far wall, a woman huddled in the corner.  Dark splotches
stained the wall.  The room stank of blood and urine.
   "She did not have the luxury of a handsome fool to aid in her escape. 
She has no one to defend her, to stand in for her torment.  Before she
dies, give her one last pleasure."
   He stared at his captor, his face a mask of confusion.  What did she
consider him?  A performance animal, existing for her entertainment?  Was
there some meaning to this, or a method of torture unknown to him?
   He walked over to the slack-bodied woman.  He touched her cool cheeks,
careful not to press on the shattered cheek bone.  His fingers slid
backwards through her hair, along the sides of her head.
   One last pleasure.
   "This ends now," he whispered in her ear.
   He pale gray eyes met his a moment before her lids closed.  He got the
leverage he needed and jerked hard on her head, pulled until the muscles
gave.
   Her lifeless body went slack.
   He took a step back and waited.  He expected outrage for his
disobedience.
   She grinned from ear to ear then waved him forward, directed him back to
the cell.  The quiet combined with her glee set him on edge.
   Back in the cage, the door shut.  Still nothing.
   ***
   "He wasn't violent, not like you'd think.  I was kept prisoner by him,
but it was much better than this.  He was proficient in coaxing a response
from me, turning me into his toy.  He used me, often for sex, and I
reacted. I either had to hate myself or go with the flow.  I choose
enjoyment over revulsion, and it haunts me.
   "I begged him off at first, bargained, pled, but he knew I was dead to
the world and hence his own.  Sung Li even had a way of making me enjoy the
degradation, when he chose to inflict it.  I was beginning to think that I
was to die his private toy."
   He said nothing, made no effort to shush her painful chatter.  Even
still, she could sense he was listening, a vessel for her troubles.
   Might as well let him know what kind of damaged person he attempted to
rescue.
   "It started when he picked me from the processing room.  We ate, drank,
and talked in his office.  He was friendly, but I never had an attraction
to him.  Once he got me in that room, I never saw the outside of it."
   His voice was like a breeze in the night.  "Remember to breathe."
   She gasped and released the breath she did not realize she had been
holding.  Her lungs seared and her eyes filled with tears.
   A finger brushed the top of her palm.  "Tell me the story again."
   "Why?"
   "This time, you'll change it, but only a little.  One or two details."
   She chuckled.  "A lie does not make it true."
   He hummed.  "What was the name of your group mother?"
   "Janet."
   "She was born Natalie, but changed her name shortly before she met you."
   "That's not true!"
   "It's not, why?"
   "You just made that up."
   "Oh?  You want to see the piece of paper that documents when Natalie
became Janet?"
   Raven fell quiet.  "Go on."
   "Documents, histories, evidence.  These are no more true than words.  I
make my living fabricating and twisting these things to create an item as
spurious as the concept of truth."
   "That is called a lie."
   "Contradiction to an assertion of truth.  Who can contradict a thing
only you experienced?  Who can contradict what you felt, how you remember?
Only you.  It is your history.  Learn from it, keep what you need to know
close.  I am not asking you to erase it, only diminish the harm it causes."
   "How?"
   "What bothers you most about what happened?"
   "I enjoyed it."
   "You enjoyed it with him."
   "Yes."
   "Start there.  Just a little.  Change too much and your mind will not
accept it."
   Raven buried her head in her arms and sighed.  She could not accept even
that.
   "Is that why you won't tell me your name?"
   "Because it does not matter."
   "It matters to me.  What's your name?  Not a fabrication, your name."
Raven lifted her head.  Beyond the walls of their prison machinery groaned
and caused vibrations in the floor.
   Why did she keep trying?  What did a name matter when they would soon be
dead?
   "Tamarin."
   ***
   Raven's eyes shot open.  She screamed, flailed her arms and legs.  "No!"
   "Raven."
   "I don't want to do this!  Stop!"
   She hit the bars and strong hands grabbed her arm, held her when she
tried to pull away.
   "You can get through this.  Focus on what you need.  Focus on what you
want."
   She collapsed to the hard floor.  Her body trembled, breath hitched.
   "Tell me what you need."
   "Don't let me go."
   He tugged on her arm and she pressed her body to the cold iron.
   "I have you." He held her through the opening in the bars.
   Raven sagged against the unyielding metal.  "It's not working."
   "It isn't easy, but you won't give up."
   "It's not just Sung Li.  The others, when I was caught.  I only remember
when I sleep."
   "Do you remember how you fought them off?"
   The man was insufferable.  That never happened.  She had gone limp,
tried to placate them.
   "Sorta," she whispered.
   "What did you say to calm them?"
   "I told them I would cooperate."
   "Did they listen?"
   "Not at first.  I had to prove it.  I guess that is hard to believe."
Raven swallowed.  "I can't do this right now."
   His thumb brushed her arm.  "Whenever you're ready."
   ***
   "You displease me." Those were her first words as she entered the room.
"Not good choice."
   He would get his punishment after all.
   She pushed a button on her desk and the whole wall rotated, revealing
the chains and manacles he'd seen in the video when he first arrived.
   Raven's cage door opened.
   A wave of nausea had him stumbling.  Cold sweat broke out on his
forehead.  Of course, he should have made the connection.  Raven had been
receiving all the rewards for his good behavior.
   Raven looked between the new wall and him, confused, tears running down
her cheeks.
   "Please?  What's happening?  What do you want?  I just want to go back.
Don't make me do this!"
   Her pleas and struggles went unanswered.  Wrists and ankles cuffed, the
woman turned the wrench that lifted and spread her against the rack.
   "I didn't do anything!  Stop--" Further words were choked off.  Silence
for several seconds, then a blood curdling scream.
   He ran to the bars, gripped them, but he had nothing, could do nothing
to stop this.
   "She dies; you die!"
   She winked and lit up with joy.  "You obey; I reward.  You disobey?" She
lashed Raven with the metal whip, the barbs tore away another strip of
flesh.  The coppery smell of blood filled the room.
   Resigned, he backed away from the bars, put his back to the wall and
sat. He rested in the nook created by his arms over his knees and blocked
out the screaming, the throat clogging scent of fear and pain.
   Long after the lashing ended, the groaning and tears continued from
Raven's cell.
   ***
   "You want this." Sung Li growled as he pounded into her.  "Admit it.  I
feel you wet my rod."
   Raven grunted between his thrusts.  How her body responded and how her
heart felt were opposite on the scale of desire.
   He laughed as another climax arrested her body.  "Another?" He pulled
out and eased down her body until he had her pussy in his mouth.  He
latched onto her clitoris and sent her straight into a second orgasm.  His
eyes locked with hers as she writhed under him.
   He made his way back up, his eyes devouring her capitulation.  Swollen
lips, flushed skin, messy hair, wet cunt.
   "Yes, another." He leaned down and kissed her, allowing her to taste
herself.
   He opened her thighs and took his throbbing erection in hand.  He
groaned as he slipped inside her pulsing heat.
   "You please me, blackbird.  You make my rod weep from joy."
   Raven moaned and closed her eyes.  Damn him.  He knew how to make her
body ache.  He slammed his hips to hers, always rough, always demanding. 
He put his hands under her knees and angled her hips to allow his thrusts
to penetrate deeper.
   Her head thrashed back and forth as he pumped into her.  She gasped in
tiny, helpless whimpers as he brought her to orgasm once more.  Sweat and
lust squished between them, while he churned her flooding pussy.
   Sung Li tensed and thrust with rapid strokes as he achieved orgasm.  He
wrapped his arms around her and bit down on her shoulder, mewling and
whimpering.
   When he returned to his senses, Raven was crying beneath him.  He licked
at her shoulder and caressed her side.
   "I give you a rest.  Must work.  Trouble in plant." He pulled out and
placed another kiss on her sweaty body.  "Many days before we play.  Rest."
   Raven opened her eyes.  A dream, a memory.  He left and Tamarin arrived
with his false hope of freedom.  So Sung Li was ugly, he used her hard,
took to his lusts with heightened creativity.  Did he leave her crying on a
hard floor bleeding?  Did he truly treat her so terrible?
   The burn and throb at her back would only be the beginning.  Nothing in
her life would improve.
   ***
   When Carina returned, Tamarin was ready.  He stood and walked to the
bars.  Raven whimpered in her sleep, bad dreams or the weeping wounds on
her back.
   "You know my question?" She smiled.
   "Yes, and?"
   She arched a single brow.
   "She needs medicine, but not vital fire.  Anything you want in return
for cleaning solution and bandages."
   No collar, she opened the cell door.
   She directed; he led.  They approached one of the lower level rooms, the
place Tamarin knew to be the real location of Lilizen's prison.
   "Two men behind this door.  Only one of you come out.  Better to your
skill, yes?"
   He smirked at her.  "Yes."
   "Good." She opened the door and shoved him through the opening.
   One of the men had a silver baton in hand, dressed head to toe in black,
complete with the gleaming boots.  The other was thinner, also dressed in
black with a hunting dagger in hand.
   No other weapons in the room.  He recognized both men, Ander and Tomi,
part of the security team he infiltrated.  These men once considered him a
fast friend, key in his ability to get into the compound.
   "I have you to thank?"
   Tomi pointed the dagger at him.  "Warning about you came in time."
   A warning?  He would have asked if the one with the baton had not rushed
him, anger and fury evident.
   Tamarin waited until the last moment to side step, grab his hand and
twist until the baton dropped.  He swung Ander's body in the way of the
blade.  The man's eyes went wide as it buried in his back.  While Tomi
tried to pull it out, he knocked him on the back of his skull.
   With a knife wound in his back, Ander was easy to surround.
   "Who issued the warning?"
   Ander wheezed and glanced at the baton on the floor then back at the
knife.
   "If you prefer I beat you, say so."
   "Warning from Elwood."
   Tamarin tossed the knife.  The tip buried in his throat.
   "No show of drama." Her voice over an intercom.
   "I do not concern myself with showmanship when my life is on the line."
   "Doubt your life ever on a line.  They call you Orin.  This your name?"
   "It is what they called me."
   He could not hear it, but he imagined her chuckling from her end of the
intercom.
   A buzz, turning of a latch.  The door opened.
   "You know your way back.  I will be there to tuck you in and care for
your bounty."
   ***
   Darkness.  Shuffling.  The creak of the cage bars.  As he listened to
movement of linen, he recognized the shifting and strain of fabric.
   "I did not go through this to watch you die," he snapped.  "I came here
for you.  I will leave with you." He went to the center of the cage, but
the bars were up.
   No movement.
   "We have suffered a misstep, but I will get you out of this place." His
heart thundered in his chest, ears strained for any sound.  Was he already
too late?  Did she do the deed?
   Minutes passed.
   "Why should I trust you?  What can any one man do against he Lilizen?"
   "I can not answer for any one man.  I will get you out of this place,
and you will leave alive."
   Sobs, an occasional sniffle.  He did not enjoy the sound, but it was
better than silence.  It meant that she was alive, resigned to fight.
   ***
   Tamarin could not assess Carina's mood today.  Happiness, cruelty,
irritation - she expressed them all but for very different reasons.  She
hummed, smiled, delivered meals to both him and Raven, but he could not
discern what that meant for him or if this was a good time to start with
his plan.
   He never would.
   "Mistress?"
   She pulled up short and looked over her shoulder, the heavy cords of her
hair fanned out before settling on her back.  She set down the empty plates
and sauntered over to his bars, a warm grin from ear to ear.
   "Flattery good for you."
   "The rules of Lilizen state that you keep what you conquer.  I killed
two of your security personnel."
   "My?" A silent laugh on her face.
   "Patrols are yours, separate from the Security Sector.  I claim their
service."
   She giggled, the small, girlish sound grew to a full laugh.  "Oh, you
filled with surprise."
   "Allow me to serve, and I will show you more."
   "Why?" She looked him up and down, all the mirth gone from her features.
For all the woman's eccentricity, she was not stupid.
   "I kill better than them."
   "Not hired for killing.  Hired for eyes, ears."
   "Peculiar, given your blood lust.  I can take more than life; I can
provide more than your entertainment."
   She smiled and gave a slight shrug.  "There is worse than death.  Why I
grant you, a Disruptor and thief, that which belongs to a Lilizen?"
   So blunt was her claim.  How long did she know what he was?  Now all her
tests made sense.  No, she was not stupid.
   "You need me."
   Coldness, stone face.  A glance to Raven and then she spoke in the
native language of Lilizen.  "What do you want?"
   He pointed to the cell beside his.  "I want her."
   She rolled her eyes and flared her nostrils.  "What importance does that
mewling girl hold to you?  She worked in the labs, was fed, housed.  The
sector lead took her as his bed mate.  No troubles the rest of her life. 
You come and bring her death?  Why?  Who sent you to ruin her?"
   "I understand your confusion, Mistress.  I exploited Lilizen security. I
attempted to take one of your ...  workers, put me to work for you."
   She rolled her chair beside his cage, leaned on the bars and pointed to
the floor.
   He sat.
   "How do you take more than life?"
   "You inflict a pain so deep that the person wishes for death.  I respect
your artistry in a physical manner, but I kill honor.  I can kill pride."
   Some of the humor filtered back in.  "It will take more than a drop of
your trousers."
   "But not less?"
   She giggled.  "One who calls upon a Disruptor, gets more than requested.
We Lilizen know this about your kind."
   "I have much to deliver, how much of it could be to your benefit?"
   "I will consider your proposal." She stood and rolled her chair back to
her desk.
   If she knew what he was, knew this from the start, then she had been
considering it since his arrival.
   -_ Escape Plan _-
   Tamarin brooded along the pained walk back to his new cell.  His body
ached in more ways than he could focus on at once: bruises, strains, cuts,
fatigue.  Two men flanked him on either side, another walked behind with a
spear pointed at the base of his skull.
   They took him to the door of his cell, a proper dungeon befitting of a
Lilizen prisoner.  The door closed behind him leaving him with Selma.
   "How many did you kill today?" She made way for him to lie on the roll
of plastic over his cot.
   "Four." At least.  It would be six by the end of the day.  He groaned as
his body weight applied pressure to wounds on his chest.
   Six days since he last saw Raven, since he pledged to serve 'Mistress'
Carina, since the fighting began.  At the end of each of these days was
Selma with her stitching, rubbing, patching, and soothing - preparing him
for another day of torment.
   Her touch seemed unnecessarily sensual for a medic, lingering over his
body, massaging parts that suffered no injury, but he never told her to
stop.  She seemed to find a natural stopping point on her own.
   Not so today.  She went past the point of comfort.  Her cool fingers
wrapped around his flaccid cock, reached down to his scrotum.
   He pulled her hand away from him.
   "It will relax you."
   He firmly shrugged her off.  "No."
   "You need attention."
   "Thank you for your concern." He turned away from her and settled down
to rest.
   Selma must have thought him asleep.  Her wet tongue licked the inside of
his thigh up to his balls, coating him in saliva.  It didn't take long for
him to react.  He stiffened as the older woman sucked and licked at the
base of his crotch.
   He arched his hips and her wet lips moved up to the head.  She licked
the underside while one hand stroked the shaft.
   He shot upright, grabbed her by the neck.
   Selma struggled, grasped for his hands.  "Please.  Don't."
   "Why do you persist?"
   "Because, I must."
   "Must what?"
   "I will attend to you, make you forget your heart break.  This is my
duty."
   "You were sent to make me forget doing what?"
   "I live near the surface.  I can get you there if you--"
   When the guards came to escort him out the next day, they did not appear
to care about Selma's body, stiff and cold on the floor.  They herded him
out as usual, but along a different path than he'd tread in the past week.
   He was directed to a room at the end of the corridor, a study much like
Carina's but with the cages and exotic art.
   The door closed behind him, shutting him in an empty library.
   Uncounted days passed in the small study.  His meals were delivered,
same as in the cell with Carina and Raven.  A small hole in the corner
disposed of his waste, but there was no place to sleep, nothing more than a
basin for washing.
   He spent his waking hours reading, pacing the room, doing squats or air
kicks.  She ordered him to stay in this hovel for a reason, and he would do
as much as he could to discover it.
   It would run counter to the city gossip, but Lilizen Compound had a rich
history and culture.  It began as a mere gang sitting on a mine that
manufactured the best party chemicals and grew into a subterranean behemoth
that turned them into a major cooperation.  Lillian Compound produced the
best chemists in all of Virkane City.
   ***
   Tamarin's stay in the library came to a sudden end.  He was dragged from
the small room into a large arena.  Curious stares and hateful glares
surrounded him in the galley above.  The spectators wore elegant fabrics
colored red, vibrant blue, and gleaming white.  Guards circled him wielding
blades and guns.
   "This traitor attempted to steal what belongs to Lilizen." Carina's
voice boomed without the aid of a microphone and all those in attendance
hushed to listen.
   Her whip sliced the air and shredded the flesh of his back.
   He went to his knees, stared at the moist concrete floor.  She did not
spend weeks training him, allowing him a stretch of time to read and
recuperate to publicly flay him now.  Carina had a flare for the dramatic,
and he would play his part.
   "Now abandoned by the woman he tried to steal.  Now he is my slave." The
metal teeth ate his back.  He fought back expressing the pain, but felt it
to his core.  On his hands and knees, each breath was a struggle to remain
conscious, aware.
   Screams and the dragging of chains heralded Raven's arrival.  They had
chopped her hair down to jagged black spikes.  She looked down at the blood
under her feet in horror.
   "You stand in his blood.  I bleed him for his crimes like I bleed you.
Slave, she will soon die." Carina's words were calmer now.  "Give to her
one last pleasure."
   This time, he would obey.  With so many spectators and those of higher
rank in the room, he knew better than to disobey and think to live.
   With a scowl, he crawled over to Raven.  She had grown pale and thin in
their time apart.  Scars covered her exposed back.  Blood soaked into her
clothing.  What was Carina's game here?  To ruin the only thing he wanted?
   He pulled the loin cloth aside, took out his sweat and blood covered
cock.  He crawled up to her head and cradled her by the neck.  Her mouth
opened and he thrust inside the open hole.  She did not resist.  Her eyes
stared blankly toward the ceiling above.  She left him to do all the work
himself.
   The crowd shouted rude comments in support of her debasement.  That,
along with the pain, Raven's condition, and his own disgust ...  he had to
work hard to get erect.
   "Fuck her!  Now!" Carina shouted.
   "What good am I in your service if I do not earn a reward worth having?"
He yelled back.
   Carina laughed.  "My pet does not favor spoiled meat?  She was rotten
when you tried to steal her."
   The crowed echoed her laugher and shouted harsh obscenities.
   "She is what you want.  She is what you work for.  Take the ruined sack
of flesh." Her venomous glare softened for a moment.  "Take it and go." She
waved her hand dismissively.
   Tamarin pulled Raven along with him, shielded her from the refuse that
rained down on them from the stands.  He didn't have to choose a path.  The
four guards herded them along the tunnels.  His body ached, back bled,
knees screamed, but he fought back those sensations and kept hold of her.
   His path ended in a small holding room.  He went to his hands and knees
as soon as he could cross the threshold.  The door closed and echoed as the
locks engaged.
   Raven kneeled beside him.
   Deep breath to suck in his agony.  He turned to inspect her body, sought
out the punishment born by Carina's whim.  Nothing, no cuts, no open
wounds. Only a few bruises and scrapes on her arms and face.
   Raven stilled his questing hands and looked around the room.  She leaned
forward and whispered in his ear.  "Just a show.  I'm not hurt."
   He cradled her closer with one hand, closed his eyes.  She pulled his
hand up to her breasts.
   "Why did you refuse to take me?"
   He pulled away from her, put a few feet between them.  "I am here to
free you."
   Raven got to her feet and opened the bottom drawer of a dresser.  She
lifted a panel and pulled out a black bag.
   "I'm to put this on your back." Her words were clipped, cold, and that
was just as well.
   He did not want to become the source of her nightmares.
   ***
   Over the next couple days food arrived, and the empty plates were taken
away, but no visits nor orders from Carina, little for them to do.  Raven
and Tamarin spent the time in tense silence, often with their backs
literally against each other.  He let her have the bed and he took the
floor.  Unsure of who or what listened, they said little more than a few
words of politeness.
   ***
   When the guards came it was only for Tamarin.  Raven looked up from her
position on the cot long enough to see that she didn't have to move.
   His final destination was a cushioned sitting room.  Shafts of light
pierced through the ceiling, directed by mirrors.
   Carina reclined on a fluffy chair, her head propped on the arm in mock
irritation.  Soft cotton cloth hugged the contours of her body.
   The other person, a tall man of impressive musculature, sneered at him,
measuring him from under his heavy brows.
   "This is nothing," he said in the Lilizan language with a baritone
growl. "You cannot be serious."
   "He's stronger than he looks.  He was featured in the latest battle
rounds you praised so highly.  This was the one that infiltrated our
security and set the worker loose."
   "What price do you ask for this feral traitor?" He paced the room
between them, circled behind him.
   "More than I owe, for sure."
   The timber of his voice thundered.  "I will be the judge of that." After
walking the circuit, he said, "You should take more care of things you
value." He laughed at the butt of some joke Tamarin did not comprehend.
   "Consider my debt paid?"
   The question provoked a deep laugh from him.  "No.  Not even close you
demented slag.  You will need to do better than this ground slab of meat."
   The man strode from the room, his movements, graceful and timed - like
that of the elite guard.  Tamarin had planned his infiltration to steer
clear these transhuman militia.
   Now it seemed his only way out would be through their leader.
   ***
   The door shut behind them, leaving him with the enigmatic Carina.
   She winked, and her appraisal was far more lustful.  "What am I to do
with you?"
   "I claimed your service.  Tell me how I shall serve."
   Her nipples hardened to thick nubs pushing on the light weight blouse.
"Do you know what I want?"
   Double meaning.  One displayed by the trail of her nails up her inner
thigh.  The other, regarding the show she put on with the other man.  The
rules, the debt, the Lilizen code.
   "I know what you need."
   Carina chuckled and shimmied out of her pants.  She propped her leg up
on either side of the bench, spreading her dusky pussy open.
   He went to his knees between her thick thighs.  "I am too weak to serve
the way you need."
   "I will restore you for battle.  Suck on my cunt.  Serve me." The tips
of her nails scratched up his tender back to his neck.  She moaned and
groaned low in her throat.
   The ample moisture of her pussy relaxed him, set him into a familiar
fog. He fucked her with his tongue, trying to bury deeper into her embrace.
His tongue made a wet, pleasing sound along her cunt.
   Her muscles tensed, thighs shuddered.  Her whimpers turned high and
short.  When her juices turned sweet and watery, he stilled, tuned into the
post orgasmic tremors in her loins.
   Carina pulled on him, bringing him up to the couch with her.  She used
her discarded pants to wipe his face.  "That will make you feel better."
   "It did."
   She looked down at his straining erection.  "Shall I relieve you of
this?" It was less a question and more of a warning.  Her tongue swirled
around the head of his cock.
   Tamarin settled into the couch, focused on the slide of her lips up and
down his cock.  He would not deny the woman who had him imprisoned him,
beat him, and used him for a second time.  He relied too heavily on her
favor.
   She had a keen skill with her mouth.
   "You suck me like you enjoy it."
   "You think I do not?"
   "My scars say there must be something you hate."
   She laughed and took him deep, her tongue thrust out to lick the base of
his cock.  When she pulled back, she said, "Those I hate do not breathe to
say such things to me."
   He grinned.  "Understood Mistress.  Thank you for your mercy."
   "Oh you." She bobbed up and down on his cock.  Her fingers played in the
curls at his crotch.  "We have an agreement, yes?"
   "I will keep to it." He placed his hands on either side of her head,
thrust a few times, then pulled her away.
   "Let me drink you." She pulled at his arm.  "I will put you and your
cunt in a better room, but not the same room.  She has grown to despise
you."
   "You've done well to achieve that." He moved his arm and she took him in
her mouth.  Tamarin's head rolled back as he moaned.  His testicles ached
with the need to empty themselves.  He pulsed in her mouth, his hips jerked
as her mouth worked.  "Do you want it that badly?"
   Her teeth scraped along his cock, stopping just under his head.  "You
must want me to hurt you."
   "I do not fear dangerous situations."
   She giggled at that and took him back in her mouth.  "Hmm." Her thumb
pressed at the ring of his ass and it tightened, sending a thrill deep into
his balls and through his shaft into her mouth.
   His eyes closed as he released.  He pumped madly, trying to get each
drop down the back of her throat.
   Carina swallowed and pulled back off the softening pillar of flesh. 
"Better now, yes?"
   "Keep to your word, and I will keep to mine."
   ***
   Raven woke in a cell different from all the others that came before it.
This prison had a window, revealing the cover of night.  She rushed from
the bed to stand at the window, she had to crane her neck to view the sky,
but it was truly the sky, sparkling with stars.  How long before she could
see a blue sky?
   Wood creaked.  She spun and tried to peer the dark corners of the room.
As her eyes adjusted, she discerned the outline of a massive male frame.
   He spoke in Lilizen, and she shook her head.
   "Why Carina sell you?" The low timber of his voice vibrated the air. 
"Are you spy?  Plan to poison me?"
   "I don't know why." Which was the whole truth.  The only time Carina
spoke more than a few harsh words was before the act in the arena.  Beyond
this, the maniacal woman only told her that she would be moved to a better
place, no mention of Tamarin or his current burden.
   Would she be here forever or only for a few days?  Did Tamarin fail her
once again?
   "You do not leave this room."
   "I will not leave this room." Raven was done with trying to escape.
   ***
   Tamarin stood under a steady stream of warm water and washed the grime
away.  He massaged his scalp and finger combed the tangled strands of hair.
   Fingernails trailed up his thigh.
   "I put her with Demarius."
   "The elite guard?"
   "The same."
   He nodded and stepped out of the shower.  Carina stepped into his path
and kissed his nipples, licked the water from his chest.  She tugged at the
opposite nipple with her teeth.
   "You are my slave?" She massaged his hips, back toward his ass.
   "Yes, Mistress."
   She giggled and pressed him tight to her.  The front of her violet dress
darkened with moisture.  She pushed and pulled until he collapsed into a
chair.  She lifted the dress overhead and straddled him.  The opening of
Carina's pussy enveloped the head of his cock.  She rubbed back and forth,
teasing him with entry.  She did not say it, but he saw the hunger in her
eyes, the lust for what he was about to do for her.
   "Whatever you need," he held her and kissed her.  "I am here to serve."
   She rocked forward, settled back and down.  His cock nestled into her
warm pussy.  Her panting turned heavy, moans deeper.  She pinched and
twisted her erect nipples and bobbed on his cock with increasing fervor. 
She worked worked her hips on him like a carousel, circling and bouncing on
him.
   He was content to let her take her pleasure in any manner she wanted. 
Given the creased lines in her expression, the hunger with which she fucked
him, she knew exactly what she needed.
   She leaned forward and pressed her full lips to his, a soft, tentative
touch, then again, swiping her tongue along his bottom lip.  He opened his
mouth to accept her.  As she lay on his chest, he took the opportunity to
thrust his hips upward.  She gyrated her hips back, meeting each rise,
working herself toward another orgasm.
   His long cock worked her at a frantic pace.  Her past orgasms were just
the precursor to something larger building in her body.  The eccentric
interrogator was lost in the rising rhythm of her body.
   Her breaths came in short, growling curses of pleasure and grunts of
need.  He knew she was peaking, reaching that final climb, the one that
would pull him over the edge.  He reached up and took firm hold of her
nipples and twisted them.
   She cried out, grunted.  Her nails dug into his chest.  Her pussy milked
his cock, tightening, pulsing, getting wetter while she gasped for air,
grinding desperately on his swollen shaft.  Her back arched, her whole body
locked up.  Her eyes were open, but the orbs had rolled back into her head.
Her soul was enraptured by the strength of her climax.
   Afterward, she peeled away from him and crawled to the bed.  Covered in
sweat, panting, she flopped onto her back with a lazy smile.
   ***
   Raven picked at the food left out for her, sipping from the small cup of
liquid.  It was enough to sate her for the moment.  On the far wall hung
rusted, stained chains connected to worn, well-used cuffs.
   The skin around her ankles and wrists itched with familiarity.  She had
come to know about those restrictions while in the arena holding area. 
Carina splashed her body with fresh blood from the woman across from her.
That woman had undergone the torture that Raven was to pretend was hers.
   She needed to think of something else.
   Memories of a life that did not seem to be hers surfaced.  Music
streaming through the house, smells of frying meat and baking bread. 
Laughter and light-hearted conversation.  Sunlight, bright, glorious
streams of light through large windows.
   Though this room had a window, it was an illusion.  The sun appeared to
rise and set out of the view of the tiny portal.
   Even the tedium of work on Ramat crystals had a pleasant afterglow.
   When Raven set upon her journey to Lilizen, she thought to make her way
without the political burden of her family name.  It did not seem such a
burden now.  How was her brother doing?  Had her disappearance made
Charlene, and hence him, better off?
   Who set that strange man in her path?  Her brother?  Friends?
   Would she ever live to thank him or her?
   The door to her new prison opened and her new jailer stepped inside.  He
bore a striking presence, tall, muscular, bulky, scarred with evidence of
his many battles.
   "By Lilizen law, all who try escape must die.  Carina executes this
duty. You want better than here; you tell me why."
   "There is your answer," she whispered.
   His footfalls caused the floor to creak as he drew near her.
   Raven sighed.  "There must be some use I have alive, that I lack in
death."
   He smirked and put his finger under her chin.  "Tell me this use."
   ***
   Carina sighed as the lust that filled her body was finally sated.  The
sweat had long cooled and evaporated, but she was still unwilling to move.
The fabric beneath her had been soaked through with it and their emissions.
She drew lazy circles on the curves of his abdomen, traced the outline of
his wounds.
   His rough finger tips traced her hair line.
   "Is there anything else I must do for your plan to work?"
   He sat upright.  "Given what I have learned of Lilizen law, the elite
guard will play his part.  I will have to fight him.  Tell me what you know
of his tactics."
   Carina rolled on her side and caressed his face.  She would need to get
the most of this strange man before that day.  No one bested Demarius, The
Killer, in combat.
   "As you, he does not play at death.  He enters combat to kill.  If
Demarius ever lost a battle, it was long before I knew of him.  I would not
place a wager on your name."
   He smirked.  "And yet you have."
   "My only choice is a poor one." She sat up and pulled a notepad over. 
"You will need to be at your best health.  I will get it for you."
   ***
   Demarius guided Raven to another room, no window, but shafts of sunlight
pierced the ceiling, casting a diffused glow through the room.
   He extended his hand to a chair and set a plate of food and tall glass
of dark liquid before her.
   "One day, the debt Carina owes will grow heavy.  She will take your
place; live serving me." Demarius smirked.  His eyes unfocused as he
allowed the daydream to expand in his mind.  "Or I sell her like Vucari. 
High price for debt, the enforcer will pay."
   He shifted in his chair and focused on his dark haired prisoner.  Her
form was too slight for his liking, not of her choosing, given the
voracious method she used in devouring her meal.  If Carina had traded her
in the effort to tempt him, then this was the wrong captive for the job.
   "What use I have for you?"
   She paused in eating and looked at him.
   "Eat your fill.  Need more weight.  The thief.  Tell me of him."
   "He showed up in my room.  I don't know how or why.  I think someone
paid him to find me, but I don't know who either.  The dark woman, the
executor, preferred him and used me to control him.  Once she had that
control, she had no use for me, except to pay her debt."
   "What use executor have for breaker of Lilizen law?"
   "She made him fight and kill others, many of them.  He would return
scarred and bleeding.  It served her blood lust, if I were to guess."
   He hummed in agreement.  Carina's lusts were varied and demented.  She
recorded those battles and sold them.  It was well known that she made
liberal use of her captives before putting them to a final death, but as
her captives, they were hers to do as she wished, as long as they were
punished for their crimes.  A day or even a week was common.
   Demarius stood, the thick fabric of his pants groaned with each heavy
step.  He refilled her cup and pulled two capsules from his pocket. 
"Take."
   "Side effects?" She whispered with a tremble in her voice.
   "Long sleep, but wake in better health.  Absence of sun bad effect on
you."
   "Thank you." She popped both capsules into her mouth and chased them
down with the fresh drink.
   "Why you come here?"
   "I came looking for work." She emptied the cup and shoveled the last
bits of food into her mouth.  "What I got was a hole in the deep ground
processing Ramat Crystals.  I did not mind until." Her words trailed off.
   "Say."
   "Sung Li offered me different work.  I was put into a room and used by
him.  After too long of that, I took any offer of escape, even one from a
stranger."
   "Unfortunate fate for you.  Much talk of Sung Li not using the comfort
sector.  Sung Li has deep hunger for flesh." He smirked briefly.  And she
served that lust alone?  Perhaps there was more to this waif.  "You not
want to return to him?"
   "No, I do not."
   Demarius nodded.  Perhaps he would revisit her usefulness when she was
in better health.
   "When I ask, you answer.  Make no trouble; break no rules.  I uncover
wrong acts, I find Sung Li.  I bring him to you, and see how you serve. 
When he leaves, I take his place.  You understand my meaning?"
   "I understand completely."
   ***
   Under Demarius' care, the dark haired woman regained her health and
weight.  With proper nutrition and rest, she turned pleasing to the eye. 
All the same, she made no attempt at seduction, employed no sly methods of
questioning him.  The woman appeared to be nothing more than a prisoner
cast off by Carina in a poor attempt at bargaining.
   Demarius rubbed the bristle of his stubble along his palm as he strode
down the cool corridor.  The woman broke Lilizen law by trying to escape.
She should have been killed, but the thief wanted her alive.  Who had
decided her fate?
   Whatever Carina had planned was beyond his ability to discern, and he
would not let that stand.  Demarius did not run the elite guard by allowing
unanswered questions to fester.
   Pale light flickered on the ceiling above.  Fire light reflected off the
churning waters of the fountains.  Glistening threads dangled from the
ceilings, creating a soft tinkle of music when he entered the room.  It
smelled strongly of musky oils and fragrant herbs.
   From the far side of the room tiny bells shifted, signaling her
emergence from the caverns above.  Using hand and foot holds, she scaled
down the wall.  Her skin glistened with perspiration as she made her way to
the floor, head first, like a massive pale spider.
   She smiled at him, but it was a foreign one on her, born from the spirit
that lived within her flesh, not the woman he used to know.
   Demarius dropped his trousers, took off his shirt.  Her ink black eyes
focused on his every move as she crawled toward him.
   "Worry is not a good look on you." Her voice had several layers: high,
low, whispery, heavy.  She spoke as one with the creature that had reign in
her flesh.  Damp fingers traced the outline of his muscles.
   He took her in his arms and rubbed his hands up and down her back.  She
received many visitors, but few were allowed to touch her in such a
familiar manner.  "What price must I pay for insight into my troubles?"
   "Fill us with your seed that we may flower."
   His lips turned up into a grin.  Many of her 'flowers' played in the
abandoned caverns of Lilizen.  Their twisted laughter echoed through thin
walls, and their ears were plentiful, coming back to whisper dark secrets
to their mother.
   "It is my honor to serve."
   "Give of your soul to me, all of you." All the voices dropped into a
multi-faceted moan.
   He grabbed a handful of her thick hair.  She placed her hands on his
chest and leaned into him.  Her nails scraped across his skin, drawing
blood.  She took the wound in her mouth and sucked, licked.  Meanwhile his
fingers played along her labia, readying her for his cock.
   Her legs locked around his waist, her nails left a trail of whelps down
his back.  "You received a gift."
   He buried into her wet cunt with a grunt.  Her vaginal muscles sucked on
his rod in a way no normal woman could replicate.  It was a harrowing and
thrilling sensation, as if her vaginal cavity was a mouth of its own,
creating such a strong suction and massage of his whole shaft.
   Demarius let loose a low moan satisfaction.  She nibbled and licked his
neck, and all he had to do was hold her, stand there while she fucked him
in the way only she could.  It would not be long until he gave her exactly
what she wanted.
   "Yes, fill us.  Do not hold back."
   His balls tightened, the ring of his ass twitched.  The edge of her
teeth scraped along his jaw and a chorus of whimpers issued from her mouth.
Demarius shuddered and bucked, gasping and moaning as he filled her pussy.
   "Yes," her head rolled back, she kicked her legs out and held on by his
shoulders.
   With his hands on her hips he slid her along his cock, pushing deep
inside her.
   She pulled herself up and locked her legs around his waist.  "Sit."
   Demarius went to the ground and she pushed him onto his back.  Though he
had spent, her vaginal muscles had firm hold of him, sucking on him instead
of allowing his shrinking shaft to escape.
   "Answer me."
   She smiled.  "A debt will be settled, followed closely by dishonor, and
even closer by death.  One who sits on high will be stripped, existing only
in the memories of others."
   Demarius smiled.  He would see Carina stripped all right.  "Take more if
you want it.  I will give strength to your young."
   The sucking sensation grew, coaxed him into renewed hardness.
   He rolled her onto her back and thrust into her tight cavern.  His
thrusts were violent, hurried, desperate for each euphoric sensation.  This
second round with her was always filled with madness, driven by a single
minded lust.  Soon he was roaring with his passions, growling as his cock
brought her pleasure.
   "This is what I want." She moaned in concert.  "Give it to us.  Feed us.
Fill us."
   His muscles burned, but not enough to slow him.  The urge built until it
could be contained no longer.  He howled as he came, shooting into the hot
cavern of his goddess.  Each gush took with it a bit of his life, fed her
and the spirits that worked through her.
   Demarius shivered as his body strained to give her what she wanted.  He
kept coming, showing no signs of stopping.  No matter how many times he had
been in this place, served her lusts, this was always the most frightening.
Her vagina sucked on his cock, pulling ejaculate from deep within, causing
his scrotum to ache.
   Pleasure became pain.  Euphoria turn to panic.
   "Almost there," she whispered.  "Be strong.  You know you can."
   He screamed as more and more of his energy pumped out of his cock.  Just
as suddenly, when he felt on the brink of death, the pain stopped, his body
relaxed.  He lay on her and focused on breathing.  Still alive.
   "The trap has been set, Favored One, but it can be avoided if mercy is
employed." She pushed him off her and sauntered toward one of the many dark
holes in the wall.
   ***
   Victor had served the Elwood household for several years, but he could
not say for how many more this would be the case.  Charlene had been wrong.
The girl's disappearance worried her brother.  When it came to the brother
and sister pair, they were inseparable.
   "You've been avoiding me, and I won't have any more of it.  What news of
Raven?  Is she alive?  Where did she run to?"
   Victor looked around the room.  Where was Charlene?
   "I asked you a question."
   "I ...  I hoped Charlene would tell you.  I acted on her orders."
   "I asked you."
   "When I discovered she went to Lilizen, Charlene said her treachery
should remain secret, that it would break your heart.  I sent word to
Lilizen that she was not to leave." Victor wrung his hands behind his back.
Though Severin Elwood said nothing, made no movement for several seconds,
he knew to be patient.  Any reaction from Severin would be slow coming, but
final.
   The man groaned low in his throat and shook his head.  "You.  Fucking.
Idiot!" He roared with anger.  He slammed his fist on the table sending a
cup full of writing instruments to the floor.  "Who are you to make such a
decision?!"
   Victor went to his knees.  "Forgive me!  I knew she was a traitor.  I
only sought to keep her from destroying our cooperative."
   "This is not an order I would ever give.  Give me your true motivation.
If my sister is to die, it would be by my hand alone.  Not some mountainous
grave!"
   "Charlene ...  she said it would be best if she died by Lilizen hands,
instead of yours."
   "Did the Lilizen say she had been put to death?"
   "No.  Only that she would be located and dealt with."
   Severin sighed and slumped at his desk.  "Perhaps there is hope."
   Victor lifted his head enough to see the look of relief on the man's
face.  "Hope?"
   "I submitted a request to Midnight Vale."
   "You sent an agent of chaos into Lilizen?  After a woman who abandoned
you, who only sought to manipulate you?"
   "If you value your life, you will shut up.  If Raven wants to abandon
me, that is her choice, but I will know the true reason for it."
   "No good comes from Midnight Vale, only unrest.  If you upset the
Lilizen hive and our plans--"
   "My plans." Severin leveled his stare at Victor then yelled, "Charlene!"
   Bile rose to the back of Victor's throat.
   "Leave, but do not go far.  I need to speak with her alone."
   Victor scurried to his feet.  His stomach heaved in warning.
   ***
   Tamarin scanned the high, craggy dome of the judgement chamber.  It
dwarfed the arena three times over.  The floor below was stained brown, and
the thick, rotting smell gave plenty of clue how it got that way.
   Across the killing floor, Raven stood with Demarius, two other women,
and his elite guards.  Raven looked vibrant, healthy, if chained to the
chair.  Her hair had grown longer, almost shoulder length now.
   Beside him, Carina wore her best impression of a relaxed woman.  She
received the judgement summons several days ago.  It was the final piece of
the puzzle, the moment where all his planning would come to a head.
   All that was left was for her to play her part.
   Tamarin had been wrong about this mission.  He'd thought it an easy
infiltration, but there was more at play than a missing Elwood.  As soon as
he got her out of this place he was going to figure that out, and recruit
the help necessary to do so.
   A man dressed in a black on black suit entered the room.  All in
attendance stood, conversations ended.  But for the way the room treated
him, he would not have seemed out of the ordinary.  He took a seat near the
top riser, shuffled the stack of papers before him and cleared his throat.
Around the chamber the sound was amplified.
   All took their seats.
   "Members of Lilizen," his voice boomed through hidden speakers.  "All
rights and privileges granted as sector heads of our industrious
institution are temporarily suspended.  We are gathered as equals to
address a wrong.  I have before me a report that you, Carina, failed to
execute the law of Lilizen by refusing to kill a thief and fugitive.  How
do you answer?"
   Carina stood and bowed her head graciously.  She pressed on the device
over her breastbone and said, "In my duties, I keep, interrogate, and treat
my prisoners as I see fit.  Death is the only release for a thief and
fugitive.  Neither one has been released.  I sold the fugitive to settle a
debt to the sector head of the elite guard."
   "I issue a challenge," Tamarin shouted before she could take her hand
from the amplifier.
   All eyes in the room turned to him, but none spoke a single word, if
anything, the room grew quieter.  No shuffling, coughing, or throat
clearing.
   The man in black narrowed his eyes and signaled him to continue.  "Stand
and speak."
   Carina's hand trembled, as she handed him the amplifier.
   He depressed the button.  "The fugitive was not hers to sell.  She
belongs to me as Carina promised in reward for service."
   Chuckles filled the room, then soft whispers, but all of them fell
silent after a brief second.
   The judge said, "She is no longer in possession of the woman.  Do you
want her value?"
   "No.  I want her alive and unharmed.  I will challenge Demarius' title
of sector head to retrieve her."
   A few attempted to laugh, others groaned and shifted in their seats. 
Even the judge looked aghast.  Beside him, Carina stared at her feet.
   "You now attempt to steal more than the woman?  You speak our language,
speak of our laws, but you are not Lilizen."
   "I am here.  I speak your language as courtesy.  I use your laws as
respect.  Demarius brought Carina to court because she did not kill me.  It
makes sense he would want me dead.  It makes sense that he would not want
the Executor Carina to learn the details of the neglected security
protocols at her level.
   "The elite guard is filled from her security personnel.  By allowing
them to become lax, Denarius has a greater hold on her, destroying her
ability to perform her job from below.  How else could I live as a citizen
of Lilizen for weeks, if not for his treachery, most elite of the guards?"
   Demarius did not wait for an answer.  He vaulted over the seats and
jumped to the killing floor.
   "The challenge has been accepted." The judge said.
   Tamarin handed over the amplifier and made his way to the killing floor.
He kept his movements slow, but graceful, each step balanced and sure.  He
pulled the chains around his wrists taunt to limit their sound.
   "You are the one who has been culling the recruits!" Demarius bellowed.
His voice echoed up the chamber without the aid of an amplifier.
   "You are welcome for performing the training you could not."
   Demarius charged, but Tamarin ducked and dodged as fast as he could. 
Carina had been right.  Once Demarius attacked he was tireless, relentless
in his pursuit of Tamarin's life.  When Tamarin could not evade the man, he
used the bracelet of his manacle to absorb the blow.  Tamarin remained on
the defensive while Demarius did the bulk of the work, attacking in a blind
rage.
   Demarius swept his leg out and took Tamarin's balance.  The crowd roared
as a barrage of connected punches rained down on him.  Blood and sweat
dripped into his eyes.  His teeth crunched on bits of dirt.
   "You disappoint." Demarius shifted his weight.
   Tamarin sprung into action.  He planted his body and launched Demarius
onto his back.  Using his chained wrists as one, he landed a heavy blow to
the back of the man's head, then wrapped the length of the chain around his
neck.
   Sympathetic groans echoed from the surrounding spectators.
   Demarius rolled forward and staggered to his feet with Tamarin on his
back.  They were moving, so Tamarin swung around his body and jumped off.
By the low 'oomph' that issued forth, Demarius hit the wall.  Tamarin
retreated a few feet, wiping his eyes enough to see the man coming.
   He was back to dodging blows, running.
   Demarius over exerted himself in the zeal to land a final killing blow,
chasing, swinging, punching.  The moment his attack flagged, Tamarin made
his final move.  He circled the man and brought his wrists down like a bat
to his lower back.
   With a fierce yell, Demarius went to his knees.
   Tamarin planted a foot in the man's back and wrapped the chains around
his neck.  He kicked him face down and turned in a circle, spinning the
chains until they formed an iron noose.  Demarius flailed and grasped at
his legs.  The man finally got a grip and pulled Tamarin to the ground, but
that was of no use now.
   The man's skin darkened to eggplant purple.  The whites of his eyes were
blood red, vessels burst.
   Hushed silence above as Tamarin lay beside the dying body of a once
feared and revered citizen.
   Tamarin could not see, but he turned his head upward.
   "The sector head of the guard is slain." The judge announced in a stern
voice, tight with disappointment.
   Tamarin swallowed the blood in his mouth.  "May a worthy citizen take
his place."
   "You do not claim his position?"
   Blood and sweat enflamed and blurred his vision.  "Only those who have
proven loyal to Lilizen may serve as head of a sector." Tamarin's words
seemed to ease the tension around him.  "I want only what rewards may be
mine in accordance with Lilizen law."
   "Make your claim."
   Footfalls approached.  Someone took hold of his wrists and freed him
from the manacles.
   Tamarin wiped at his face until he could see.
   "I claim the one named Raven.  All others may choose to serve the new
sector head.  I do not claim them."
   "Ah." The judge spoke with a hint of pride.
   "I claim the debt owed by Carina for my own.  I want the debt paid in
full in the form of a pardon for both me and Raven."
   Gasps throughout the chamber.  Carina's included, perhaps.
   The judge waited for silence to fall.  He nodded and made notes on the
papers in front of him.  "Carina, do you agree to these terms?"
   "I do." Carina's pained acceptance set off a round of barely contained
laughter.
   "An unusual day of judgement in Lilizen.  Collect your reward and leave
Lilizen.  Neither of you are welcome to return.  In seven days, the both of
you are exiled from Lilizen Compound for the duration of ten years. 
Violation of this decree will result in a swift execution." The judged
turned toward Carina.  "No leniency, no delay."
   Tamarin bowed through the protest of his throbbing wounds.
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Written: November 2014
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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