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Torture Games

Chapter Five
Of
The War with Lospodas

By Trystl

1

“You wanted to see me, Colonel?”

Colonel Baisurd, who was standing by the book shelf in his office, looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Hello Loreena. Good of you to come so quickly. Won’t you come in and have a seat?”

He finished selecting the books he wanted then came over and set them down on the corner of the desk. He was standing next to Loreena, and it made her uncomfortable. He usually faced her from across the desk, and the change in routine disturbed her. So did his closeness. She could smell his fragrance: a musty but pleasant smell; and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was natural or some kind of cologne, although she suspected the latter. She had been this close before, on a few occasions, but she had never notices this particular scent.

“Buel tells me that you are making good progress with your training.”

“I suppose I am.”

“And yet yesterday, when Mikki was supposed to work at the boutique, she didn’t show up.”

“We had a fight over her eating and she ran off.” She shrugged uncertainly, not feeling very comfortable with the way the conversation was going. “But I made sure she was there today.”

“Yes, you did better today. But that doesn’t excuse your loose of control yesterday. I instructed you to see that Mikki was there and you failed to do that.”

Loreena didn’t say anything.

“Because you are new to this, and because you did manage to correct the problem—I will be lenient on you, this time. But in the future, I’ll expect you to do whatever is necessary to force Mikki to comply. After all, you do have considerable resources: you’ve already learned to use the intercom in your room to request a guard from the quartermaster. That was well done, but you didn’t go far enough. I will not punish you for Mikki’s mistakes, as long as you make every effort to control the situation.

“Now for your punishment: an ambassador to his majesty, the emperor, will be coming to visit Lospodas. I had planned for you to offer a demonstration, which you will still do, but now you will not be allowed the luxury of wearing clothes, and you will be soundly whipped in front of him first.” The colonel reached down to take her hand and help her to her feet. “Come now. I have other things to attend to.”

When Loreena stood he took her other hand, so that she was almost forced to look at him. For a long moment he held her eyes. “I trust you’ll be up to putting on a little show for him?”

Loreena swallowed hard. “What kind of show,” she asked, even though she knew the answer.

“The kind you’ve been training for,” he said. When he saw her fear he smiled. “Think of this as a test. I wont be expecting you to do anything with Sondra today… but there were some other women who were brought in at the same time. You know them, and they know you. It will be an important step towards our ultimate goal. And you’ll have to do this in front of an audience. Even more, a very important audience.”

“I’m not ready for that yet,” Loreena said.

“I think you will be by the time the ambassador comes,” he answered. “But I won’t force you. If you’re not ready, I’ll simply rely on my secondary plan… which is to make Mikki an integral part of the ambassador’s entertainment.”

Loreena sighed. “Fine. You can count on me.”

“I hope so,” he said. “Because I won’t take any mistakes lightly. Just because this is a test, doesn’t mean that there isn’t a good deal at stake.”


2

Mikki was in the weight room, working on her stomach, when a guard came for her. “The colonel wants to see you,” he said standing over her.

She nodded and got up, wiping herself down with a towel. “Do I have time to shower first?” She asked.

She was a little surprised when the guard told her to shower. When she had finished she found that the guard had confiscated the shorts she worked out in and replaced them with an ultra short mini-skirt. He watched as she dressed, but Mikki was used to that by now, and hardly noticed.

“Shall we go?” she asked.

The guard led her through the halls, past the restricted areas that were posted with guards and eventually into a small unfamiliar office. The door was open and Colonel Baisurd was waiting for her. He leaned against a low table, his legs stretched out in front of him as he sipped from a cup of Phydmilk mixed with strong herbs.

“Come in, Mikki,” he encouraged when she hesitated just inside the door.

The guard nudged her forward. She took a few tentative steps, and stopped an arms reach away from the colonel. Reaching out, he took her by the hand and pulled her to him, so that she was standing much closer than she would have wanted—so close that her legs brushed against the low table between his outstretched legs. Not knowing what else to do with them, she clasped her hands together in front of her.

“You’re sweet,” the colonel said with a mocking smile.

She tensed when he placed his hands on her shoulder and spun her around so that her back was to him. Gently he wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his fingers down her firm belly, and pressed against her warm pubic mound through the thin elastic cloth of her skirt. His hands roamed down her legs, catching the hem of her mini-skirt with hooked fingers and pulling the cloth up as his fingers scraped back up the length of her bare legs.

“Please don’t,” Mikki breathed, the words hardly more than a tremor in her throat.

“Don’t what?” the colonel asked, gripping her hips and pulling her firmly back against him.

She gasped, with a quick intake of breath, as she felt how hard he was against her. “Please!”

He looped his finger through one of the metal rings of her collar and gave a gentle reminding tug. “Don’t I have the right to do what I want with my property?” He stressed the word property; pushing her skirt up around her waist with his other hand. “I think I’ve left you alone much too long already.”

“No,” she said softly but without resistance. “I don’t want you to do this.” She knew that it was useless to struggle; that fighting it would only make it worse. But she couldn’t stand to think of him touching her.

The colonel moved her just far enough away that he could undo his pants and peel them back to expose his throbbing cock. Then he pulled her back to him and crouched down, wrapping his arm around her waist so that when he picked her up, he could let her slowly settle down on top of him. Her dry cunt lips pressed painfully against him, but gave way slowly under the force of gravity. Her lips spread as she took him in; her muscles rippling firmly over his swollen glands.

The colonel smiled as she gasped in protest.

He was much larger than most men—and he was forcing her to take far more than her body was used to taking.

Slowly...slowly—he eased her down around him, until her body resisted taking any more; and still he was not fully inside her. She rested about an inch from being flush against the base of his shaft; her own weight pressing him painfully against the constriction inside her: like a door being forced open from the wrong direction; an intensely unpleasant pressure that threatened to become a full blown pain.

The colonel reached up, cupping her breasts in his huge palms; and a fire, like a trail of burning gun powder, streaked down her stomach to the center of her pain. Then, reaching up to her shoulders, he pulled her firmly down on top of him.

The constriction gave way with a sudden tearing sensation, and she settled deeply around him. Tensing against the sudden pain, she shuttered involuntarily, leaning back against the colonel until the worst of it had passed. He seemed content to remain still for the moment, and she didn’t dare move for fear of encouraging him.

She heard a buzzing sound, and opened her eyes to see that the colonel was pressing a button on the table. A moment later a guard stuck his head in the doorway. “Colonel,” he said, as unflustered as if Mikki were not even there.

The colonel murmured contentedly, rocking his hips away from Mikki ever so gently. “Vaton, would you please turn on the video?”

The guard nodded and ducked back out of the room, while the colonel began to caress Mikki’s ribs; rocking his hips slowly forward so that he pressed firmly against her again. “I want to show you what your sister has been up to, Mikki. I think you’ll find it interesting. It was made a few days ago; and I think you’ll find it rather interesting.”

A video monitor was sitting on a table across the room. The screen blinked on and flickered for a moment before it came into focus. Despite the colonel’s increasing movements, the discomfort it caused was becoming less, and Mikki soon found herself engrossed in the picture on the screen. Loreena was naked, standing in a small room beside a heavy set man with a dark complexion. He was talking to her, making motions in the air with his hands as if explaining something technical, but the audio didn’t pick up what he was saying.

Mikki hardly noticed. She was too surprised at seeing Loreena to notice much of anything else just yet. It wasn’t just that she was naked, but she was also sporting a large silver ring in each nipple, and her upper legs, stomach and breasts were all bright red—as if she had recently been soundly whipped. When she turned around her back was red too. Yet Mikki hadn’t even noticed; hadn’t even realized that Loreena was in pain.

Now that she thought about it, Loreena had worn an especially long dresses for several days, and she had groaned a little as she sat down at the dinner table in the morning. It had caused Mikki to wonder a little, but Loreena simply said that she was stiff from working too hard.

Suddenly the picture panned towards a door, and Mikki could see that there was a group of seated people who seemed to be spectators, standing along one wall. The colonel was among them, as well as several more people that Mikki didn’t recognize.

Two women were lead into the room by a pair of guards. Mikki thought she recognized them; they had been part of Sondra’s inner circle. In stark contrast: one was short, with a pale complexion and black hair; the other was tall and leggy, with bleach-white blonde hair and dark bronze skin.

Except for their tit rings, both of them were naked.


3

“Hello Tonja. Felicity.” Buel nodded his head, greeting the girls as they were brought into the room. He motioned to Loreena with an elaborate flourish. “I’m sure you already know this young lady: she’s the one responsible for your being here!”

The girls eyed Loreena coldly, but if they wanted to say anything their gags keep them quiet.

Loreena was curious about Buel’s elaborate introduction. This wasn’t the first time she had been his helper, and they had worked with these girls before, so his speech had another purpose. There weren’t any cameras set up, at least none that she could see, which probably meant they were recording this session with hidden video cameras. Idly, she wondered how many people would eventually see it. It was even likely that some of her old friends back at Leskral would see it. She put that thought quickly out of her mind, she couldn’t afford to speculate about things like that or she wouldn’t be able to do her work convincingly—and for Mikki’s sake she could not allow that.

She just hoped Mikki would never see the tape herself.

The guards had ushered the girls into the room, guiding them to a bench where they were forced to sit.

Buel and Loreena followed.

He crossed to a small cabinet containing a selection of roller skates, then handed two pairs to Loreena with a slight deferential bow. “You may help them put on their roller skates now, my dear.”

Taking the skates, Loreena knelt in front of Tonja, the shorter, dark haired girl. She worked a foot into a boot then began quickly tying the laces.

“Make sure you lace them tight,” Buel said. They’ll want all the support they can get.”

Loreena glanced up at him and nodded; and as she was turning back, Tonja kicked out at her using the heavy, wheeled shoe as a weapon. Loreena saw it coming, and had just enough time to move her head a little. Instead of catching her full in the face, the blow glanced off her eyebrow. Still, it sent her sprawling and she got up holder her eye. She could already feel a small knot forming.

“Are you alright?” Buel asked without much concern..

“Fine,” she said, taking her hand away.

“So then,” Buel said. “Why don’t we continue? We can administer her punishment for that trick later.”

Loreena nodded and walked back over to Tonja, who was wearing a smug little grin of satisfaction. The Guard was holding her arms a little more firmly as Loreena approached, this time with a little more caution.

When Loreena had finished lacing the skates, Tonja’s guard slipped his arms around her waist and helped her to her feet. She was still a little unsteady on skates and found it difficult to stand, but her balance was good, and by the time Loreena had finished Felicity’s skates, she had learned to stand still without her feet wobbling.

When Felicity’s guard helped her up, she found it even harder to stay on her feet than Tonja had.

Buel laughed at the two of them, and even Loreena couldn’t help smiling a little as they teetered and stumbled precariously. With a little push from her guard, Tonja rolled stiffly forward. She grabbed at Buel so she wouldn’t fall, and he steadied her.

“Loreena,” Buel prompted when she failed to come forward on her own. “Would you do the honors with the rope?”

A length of rope was hanging down from a series of pulleys in the ceiling. Its ends were two large loops tied with slip knots. Holding the rope in a double loop, Loreena slipped it over Tonja’s head, then pulled the rope snug around her waist and knotted in at her back. The other end came down about three feet away, and was just short of being long enough to touch the floor.

When that end was tied snug around Felicity’s waist, the two girls stood within arms reach, facing each other. The slack in the rope allowed the girls to close some of that space; and they reached for each other, gladly searching for mutual support.

Loreena ignored them and walked towards Buel, facing towards the group of spectators—where she suspected the camera would be facing her.

“The object of this little game,” Buel said, reaching over and tugging firmly on one of Loreena’s tit rings, as if to show that it was firmly attached. “Is to remove the other person’s rings before they remove yours!” Suddenly he gave a sharp twist and the ring popped from its post with a painful snap. Loreena flinched, a catch in her breath; but otherwise she thought she managed to keep any undue expression from reaching her face. She could feel her face flushing with the injury to her pride, and it made her body burn everywhere that she had been whipped. The removal of the ring was painful—but the humiliation of knowing that people were watching—that in all likelihood, more would watch in the future, was far more unpleasant. Like being forced to do this naked, and the whipping she had received, which had also been witnessed and recorded—having her nipples pierced and being used as the example to show how to pull off the rings was all part of her punishment for allowing Mikki to miss her first day at the boutique.

Buel put the ring into Loreena’s open palm. “As you can see,” he said, reaching for her other ring. “Removing a ring from its post requires a firm twist, and a pull.” He demonstrated the motion again—and again Loreena managed only a flinch.

“The winner,” he said giving the second ring to Loreena. “Must remove both of her opponent’s rings before they can remove hers...but, she must remove them without ripping the posts out and drawing blood. If either girl does that she automatically looses.” He looked from one girl to the other, smiling with an ill humor. “I can assure you that neither of you will want to be the looser!”

The vague threat in his voice was clear.

“Now, let go of one another.”

Loreena came forward to make sure that they complied and when they were standing on their own, she gave them a firm shove in opposite directions. They rolled away from her until the rope pulled tight, stopping the momentum of their upper bodies while their feet continued to move backwards. As both girls fell forward they instinctively put their hands out to catch their fall, but they were caught instead by the rope around their waists and like pendulums swung back towards the middle. Their heads bumped together, but not very hard. They had managed to slow their own momentum by dragging their hands, and the ropes being three feet apart helped too.

Felicity was taller and also heavier. This greater weight pulled her a little closer to the floor, giving Tonja the advantage as they tried to stand. Without some support, Felicity found it difficult to get to her feet. She made a few attempts, fighting awkwardly to keep her feet from rolling out in weird directions. After a moment she seemed to figure it out, but then suddenly her feet flew out from under her and she flopped onto her back.

The rope burned as it jerked tight around Felicity’s waist, and spun her body in the air. Her head brushed the ground and then her legs came crashing down with a loud sickening slap of pain.

Tonja, who had been standing, was lifted into the air by the force of her opponent’s fall. It caught her by surprise and squeezed the air right out of her. She was gasping for breath as her body slowly sank until her knees were almost touching the floor again.

For the moment, both girls were content to rest, letting the rope support a little of their weight rather than risk a repetition of what had just happened. Felicity was holding her hand to the side of her head; while Tonya was still fighting for air.

“Loreena, my dear,” Buel said softly.

She turned, surprised to find him standing so close. He held out a whip, urging her to take it. “Our contestants need a little motivation,” he said. “And don’t spend all of your attention on Tonja. I know you’re probably eager to pay her back for that kick she gave you, but let Felicity feel the whip now and then too!”

Loreena smiled as she took the whip.

The girls were still resting. They hadn’t heard what Buel had asked her to do, but they noticed when she came forward with the whip in her hand; and they edged away from her, forgetting about the game and its rules.

Loreena hesitated then lashed out, catching Felicity on the side of the leg. She jumped, but somehow managed not to fall.

Tonja received the whip across the belly next; and again the girls struggled to keep their balance.

“It seems you girls needed a little motivation to keep going,” Buel said loudly. “The game doesn’t end until we have a winner, and we haven’t got all day.” He turned to Loreena. “Whenever they stop moving, you start whipping! Understand?”

She nodded and gave Tonja another stroke before the girls got the idea and started moving towards one another again.


4

The colonel was on his feet walking, with Mikki dangling in front of him, still impaled on his stiff organ as he bounced her up and down with a frantic haste.

Mikki snatched at the air in small convulsive spasms, her arms and legs flailing wildly as he rode her up and down from behind. For a moment her ankles twined around his knees, and she reached up, caressing her own breasts then sliding her fingers around to stroke the strong muscles of his arms as they clasped her around the waist, and lifted her into the air again.

He stumbled slightly, and she instinctively brought her limbs forward to catch herself. Forced to lean forward, he bent his knee, and Mikki caught herself until he could regain his balance. Then he picked her up again—tossing her so high into the air that she could feel his head pulling out of her with a soft, wet sound of suction. She fell neatly back down around him as he thrust up, meeting her with a hard slap that made her flesh tingle with a warm vibrato like sparks and fire.

She sucked in a sharp, cool breath.

At some point the pain had begun to mingle with pleasure, at times so intense it transcended itself and became pain again. The colonel had been so gentle when he started his movements, and his pace had increased so slowly that she never knew just when the change had come; but somewhere along the line Loreena, the video screen, and the guards in the room—everything had been forgotten.

The initial discomfort had long since vanished. Now she trembled in the colonel’s embrace, riding the ever shifting tide: wave after crashing wave of shivering ecstasy

It seemed that it would never end: his stiff piston pumping harder and faster—slipping so deep inside her that she thought she could feel it pressing against the pit of her stomach; forcing her internal organs up into her throat. It was not all together unpleasant, just a soft, erotic sort of tickle that seemed to creep up and flavor her tongue.

The colonel thrust inside her again, pressing his hips firmly against the cheeks of her ass. Mikki could feel his muscles grow rigid. He shivered and cried out in a hoarse, moaning intake of breath then he slumped forward. Mikki found herself on the floor. She matched his panting, laying in a peaceful exhaustion; his hardness still inside her but slowly melting.

They lay quietly for several moments—the weight of the colonel’s arm was an unwelcome pleasure as it draped across her shoulder and breast and despite herself, she was filled with a sense of being more alive than she had been before. They lay quietly for several moments then she felt the Colonel moving, and heard the video sound come on again.

She looked up at the screen from where she lay on the floor. The two women were trying to get to their feet as they dangled from ropes which had pinch their waist waspish thin with the force of repeated falls. The knots had worked their way around to the sides, so that when they fell they were twisted sideways, with only one leg and one foot towards the floor.

When they didn’t move, resting for a moment in their exhaustion, Loreena prompted them with an enthusiastic crack of her long whip and they forced themselves to make the effort to stand.

Mikki looked away feeling suddenly disgusted with her self. When she pulled away from him he offered no resistance. She rose to her feet, pulled down her dress and left the room.

She wandered down the hall, beginning to feel physically ill. Despite loosening up considerably towards the end of the colonel’s pleasure, walking caused a dull burning sensation, where the Colonel’s size had torn deep at her insides. Her skin was cold; and slick with slime and grit. But even worse than her physical discomfiture, were the awful unanswered questions that keep running through her mind: Why was her sister helping to torture those women? How could she have responded like that to the man who was responsible for all her suffering? A man who had just taken her against her will, simply because he owned a piece of paper that said she belonged to him? Legally it was his right to do anything with her that he wanted, but now it seemed that he owned her emotions as well, and it shamed her.

For the last few years, Mikki had listened to the women at Leskral telling her that this sort of thing was wrong—but there were thousands of women in the Zanadian territory who would assure her that it was no more than the colonel’s right as her fieflord. She should be honored by his attentions. The pain was but a small price to pay to be able to please him. And now it seemed that her body was telling her the same thing.

Mikki burst into her room and saw Loreena lying sleepily on the bed they often shared... She couldn’t bare it.

Bolting for the bathroom, she fell to her knees and lost the contents of her stomach in the bowl.

“Mikki,” Loreena called groggily. “Are you all right?”

With her stomach in tight cramping knots, Mikki couldn’t respond. She slapped at the door, trying to make it close, and heaved again.

“Mikki?” Loreena eased her head through the door.

“I’m all right,” Mikki said, as her stomach turned again. She wiped at the small dribble hanging from her lips; then coughed and heaved again. Her head hung over the bowl for a long time. Finally when nothing happened she let herself lean back.

Loreena reached down and ran her fingers through Mikki’s hair.

“I’m sick of being in this place,” Mikki said. “I feel so dirty and confused... so alone.”

“You’re not alone!”

“The colonel showed me a video of you,” Mikki said bitterly.

Loreena froze.

“I’m not mad!”

Mikki only now realized that it was true.

She wanted to tell Loreena about what she had done with the colonel: to confess what she had felt—to share the burden of her grief and shame. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t want her sister to know what had been done to her. “He threatened to torture you again,” Loreena whispered. Mikki could hear the tears in her sister’s voice, but it took a moment to realize that it was not a question, but an explanation.

“It’s all right,” Mikki said. “I understand. He has you trapped. He has us both trapped. I just wish there was some way we could get away from all this.”

Loreena nodded; her sister’s words ringing in her ear. She knew that she could leave anytime she wanted.

If only she could take Mikki with her.

