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Learning to Love It

Chapter Eight
Of
The War with Lospodas

By Trystl

1

“Just lay back and relax,” Geot said pushing Mikki back on the bed. Her arms had been tied together at the wrists, then pulled over her head and secured tightly to the back of her collar: effectively exposing her underarms and preventing her from doing anything to protect one of the most sensitive parts of her body.

Mikki was filled with a sudden panic! 

How had Geot convinced her to go through with this? She must have been drugged or somehow tricked into agreeing; and yet she knew Geot had done neither. She remembered how it began:

She had opened her door, expecting her nightly caller and instead she had found Geot standing in the hall. 

“Hello Mikki,” he’d said. A big smile spreading across his silly looking face. 

“Geot! Hi.” She had smiled back, surprised at how happy she was to see him. “It’s good to see you; but I... I’m expecting someone right now. You’ll have to find me in the morning.”

He’d shaken his head. “No I won’t. You’re expecting me.”

“You?”

“Of course.” He’d held out his hand for her to take. “I’ve rented you every day for the next week,” he’d said. “Are you hungry or would you prefer to go dancing first.” 

That’s how it began. They ate at one of the fancier restaurants, went dancing for a few hours; then retired to Geot’s private room, earlier than the men usually did.

They slept very little that first night; and the next day they slept in until it was time to go out again. The second day followed much the same pattern as the one before—except that they hadn’t bother with dancing after they ate.

On the third day they ordered room service and Geot began making such a sweet and gentle love to her that when he asked if she wanted to try something a little more dangerous she couldn’t imagine not doing what he so obviously wanted. 

Now she wasn’t sure it had been a good idea. 

She felt so totally helpless She tried to sit up; but he gently pushed her back, wedging himself between her legs and coming face to face on top of her. 

He kissed her sweet lips. 

“You still trust me, don’t you?” he asked.

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Relax then,” he said, tracing lightly down her arm with his fingers. “You remember the safeword I told you, in case it becomes to much and you want me to quite?”

She gave a quick nod then raised her head—eager for the taste of his mouth and the feel of his tongue. He pulled back, just out of her reach and watched her with a mischievous smile; denying her the security of his reassuring kisses. Teasing her with it’s nearness.

“You’ve never been more beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “I love watching you struggle; the sound of your voice when you moan with the pleasure your helpless to prevent me from giving you.” He leaned forward, avoided her mouth and ran his tongue along the length of her under arm; greedily tasting the salty flavor of her fresh sweat.

The room was almost to warm, but Mikki shivered under his touch as he griped her by the sides and pressed his thumbs into her arm pits—massaging the muscles with a deep relentless pressure which she could not escape even though it drove her mad. She squirmed beneath his body, but he pressed himself more firmly against her, pinning her down: his hard cock straining against his pants and rubbing against her bare pubic mound. She longed to have him inside her, but he turned his body away so that his hip bone pressed against her and began moving with a delicious rhythm that matched the massaging motion of his hands. Kissing her neck, he nibbled at the small sensitive hollow that formed at the base of her throat. His tongue traced a wet line down the valley of her small breasts; flickered against her nipple. Then his tongue was working its way back up her neck towards her ear—to the back of her ear which was even more sensitive than her underarms. 

His breath was warm and moist and his touch set her skin to tingling, like an itch that drives you crazy if you can’t scratch it. She almost cried out the password to make him stop: sure that she couldn’t stand any more, but suddenly he stopped on his own, and he was laying still and holding her gently; nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck like a young boy seeking solace from his mother. 

It stirred an oddly protective feeling inside her, and yet her helplessness colored the feeling with a sense of being owned and protected. Somehow it reminded her of the time the colonel had taken her while forcing her to watch a tape of Loreena torturing Sondra—and yet she marveled at how vastly different it was. Geot took possession of her in a similar way, but it was done with tenderness and caring by someone who was good and decent.

“Are you all right?” he whispered in her ear. When she nodded he said, “Would you like to try going a little further?” Without thinking she nodded, basking in the glow of his warm smile.

He kissed her without teasing, then got up and walked over to the closet. In a moment he came back with some leather straps and a length of rope. Helping her sit up, he directed her into a kneeling position; slipped a strap under one of her ankles and wrapped it around her thigh, pulling the buckle tight. Her other leg was secured in a like fashion. Then he wrapped a thick belt around her waist, buckling it in the back. The rope was tied to a metal ring in the front of the belt and passed between her legs. Unfastening the rope that held her hands to her collar, he retied her hands to the rope from between her legs—that way if she tried to lower her arms it would increase the natural pressure on the rope.

“That’s not to tight, is it?” he asked.

She shook her head; then he was easing her down onto her back, with her ankles still tucked under her and his arms holding her at the hips so that she had to arch her back to make her head touch the bed. He pressed his face into her stomach, mouthing and nibbling the bottom of her ribs—seeming to know exactly where she was most sensitive. 

He began to tease and tickle her again; using his body to press and rub against her. Gently giggling the rope between her legs with his finger—until her body began to sing with the overdue song of a building orgasm that never quite came, because he would stop just before it reached it’s peak. 

Teasing her with the promise of a deep passionate kiss, he gave only a light brush that tickled her lips, then returned his attention to her neck or her underarms or her stomach: licking and sucking and nibbling until she was sure she couldn’t stand any more. He seemed to touch every part of her body, rubbing and squeezing; pressing and probing, pulling her one way and then another, so that her own movements made the ropes tease her. 

He teased and titillated her for what seemed like hours, then finally he released the rope between her legs. When he finally entered her, it was a sweet and desperate release that made Mikki scream with delight. 

Afterwards, he untied her quickly so that her muscles wouldn’t stiffen. 

“That was nice,” Mikki purred. 

And they lay together holding and stroking one another until they both fell asleep.


2

Loreena knocked at the door, waiting for the muffled reply before entering the colonel’s office. He looked up from his desk as she stepped inside the door.

“That was quick,” he said, waving her to a seat.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve had a guard summon me,” Loreena said. “I figured it must be pretty important.”

“Not really,” he said. “But we do need to talk.”

She nodded, wondering what he wanted. 

There was something about his voice that sent a chill up her spine. It was the tone of voice he used when reprimanding her for a short coming, although that was very rare anymore. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s Mikki.”

She became even more nervous now.

The colonel seemed to notice, or perhaps he only guessed. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ve done well with her. But I’ve noticed a new trend that I want to nip in the bud, before it becomes a problem.” 

“What kind of trend?”

“Mikki’s getting big,” the colonel said bluntly. “Before she was starting to get heavy. Now she’s getting big: muscular. Neither one of those options will do for the job I have assigned her.”

Loreena nodded. “I’ll make her stop lifting weights then.”

“How you solve the problem is up to you.” 

“Thank you,” Loreena said, getting to her feet. “I’ll see to it right away.” 

“I haven’t dismissed you yet.” the colonel said, his voice relaxed, but the warning clear.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sitting back down immediately. “I mistook the tone of your voice as a dismissal. Forgive me.”

The colonel’s smile relaxed Loreena a little. 

“I haven’t had any complaints about Mikki yet,” he said. “However, If I do, I will hold you responsible; not your sister.”

“Of course.”

“Ask Buel or Jasbraun for help if you need it. They both know a great deal about the workings of the human body, and they can give you advise on what’s likely to achieve the best results for Mikki.” 

Again, the colonel’s voice held a note of dismissal, but this time Loreena didn’t move. He was always testing her. 

After several seconds he looked back up at her. 

“There is one more thing,” he said. “I’ve decided to give you a new and very important responsibility...”

The colonel paused, stretching it out for what seemed like a very long time. “Thank you,” Loreena said, to fill the uncomfortable silence. 

“The Lospodas Mansion is a large place,” he said at last. “As a colonel here, it is essential that I keep myself informed about everything that goes on within its walls. You are aware that I have my own very effective methods, but I don’t have time to keep that kind of a daily tab on everyone I’m responsible for... so I rely on a number of key people that I trust to keep me informed. You’re a smart girl, I’m sure this comes as no surprise to you.” 

“I figured as much,” she admitted.

“So? Are you willing to help me with this effort?”

“Of course.”

“Good,” the colonel said. “I’ve chosen you because you have gained a certain popularity among the party circuit. In particular I understand that you’ve become friendly with one of colonel Branchard’s charges: Imbella Rissum. Is that correct?”

“Yes...”

“She works for Colonel Branchard, so be very careful what you say to her. We all serve the same cause at Lospodas, but there is a great deal of rivalry among the elite. It’s hard to say what chance phrase might set me at a disadvantage among the other colonel. Do you understand my meaning?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“Fine. Now, colonel Bran chard has observed several subtle signs that indicate Imbella may have begun to break the faith. She’s a clever girl, and she’s been with Lospodas a long time, so I don’t expect you’ll get much... however, people have a tendency to forget themselves now and then. Especially when they’re with a friend. If you should hear anything that confirms colonel Branchard’s fears, let me know. Other than that, just keep your ears open—not just with your women friends, but with the guards too.” The colonel handed her a notebook. “You can use this to jot down what you hear, as well as your general impressions and observations about people. Unless you think something is vitally important, you can relay it to me in a monthly report.”

Loreena was nodding reluctantly. She didn’t like the idea of spying on her friends, but what galled her even more was the thought that others were undoubtedly spying on her. Perhaps even Imbella.

The colonel looked at her pointedly. “You won’t have a problem with this, will you?”

“No,” Loreena said, thinking about the open, friendly chats between her and Imbella. Could those talks ever be the same? 

She shook her head. “That’s not true,” she said. “I’m sure I’ll have a problem with it... but I’ll get over it.”

The colonel seemed pleased with her answer. “I believe you will,” he said. 



...Loreena closed the door behind her and started down the hall, wondering how she would tell Mikki that she wouldn’t be allowed to lift anymore. Even as little of Mikki as she’d seen of late, she still keep fairly close tabs on her and she knew how much time she spent lifting. She knew Mikki wouldn’t like what she had to say, no matter she decided to say it; and maybe that was what the colonel intended. It wasn’t a new thought, but it was one that didn’t bare thinking about for very long. 

If she did, she knew she would begin to get angry.

Instead, Loreena allowed herself a moment to regret what was inevitable. Since Mikki had moved into her own room, they never argued anymore. But then they never saw each other either. She remembered Mikki’s tantrum over breakfast after she’d found out she was being placed on a diet. 

This time she knew it would be far worse. 

She sighed and put it out of her mind; considering ways to work these new developments into her own plans. But she still didn’t know how she was going to escape—outside of doing everything she could to gain the colonel’s trust, she wasn’t any closer to her goal now than she was when she’d decided to do it. 


3

“There you are,” Loreena said when she predictably found Mikki in the weight room. 

Mikki looked at Loreena, gave a cordial nod and continued lifting. She had stripped down as she always did, so that she wouldn’t have to worry about washing sweaty clothes after her workout; and her brown skin glistened with a fine coat of sweat. Her muscles weren’t all that large; but they had an almost masculine cut, with more definition than Loreena had seen on any woman, with the possible exception of some of Leskral’s most elite guards. But they were Amorian’s, who’s race predisposed them towards being large. She thought about Zonda and Valeen the two women who had been functioning as Sondra’s body guards when she had helped capture them. They had been in the elite guard; and they definitely had more bulk than Mikki, but they didn’t have anywhere near as much definition. 

“I have to talk to you,” Loreena said. “It’s important.”

“Eight,” Mikki said aloud, and keep lifting.

When she reached ten she set the weights down and looked up at Loreena; waiting to see what she would say.

“Can we go somewhere private?” Loreena asked.

Mikki’s new room was closer so they went there.

“So,” Mikki asked when they were inside and sitting at the breakfast table. “What’s this all about.”

“I’m not going to beat around the bush,” Loreena said; and Mikki frowned seeming to sense that it wasn’t going to be good new.

“The colonel thinks you’re getting to muscular,” Loreena said. “He wants you to cut back on your lifting. And since that’s more than likely to affect your weight, you’ll probably have to go back on your diet.”

“Why are you doing this?” 

Loreena shook her head, unsure what to say. She reached out to Mikki, but her sister pulled away from her as if she might be contagious.

“I’m sorry,” Loreena said. “I know you don’t like it. I know what lifting means to you, but...

“I won’t stop,” Mikki said, cutting her off. “You know that’s one of the things I like to do more than anything else, so you’ve decided to take it away from me!” 

“It isn’t like that,” Loreena protested, but she wasn’t sure she believe her own words. Mikki was probably right, in a way. The colonel might well be using this because it was the best way to hurt her.

“I don’t care what it’s like.” Mikki said savagely. “I won’t do it.”

“You don’t have any choice.” 

“Just try to stop me.”

“That’s just what I’ll have to do,” Loreena admitted. “If you won’t do it on your own.” 

“I won’t.”

“Be reasonable, Mikki—you don’t have any choice. You belong to the colonel. He can do whatever he wants with you; and so far you’ve had it pretty good.”

“Pretty good!” Mikki clapped a hand angrily over her breast. “Are you forgetting what they did to me?” 

“Your not the only one who’s suffered,” Loreena said.

“Oh right,” Mikki sneered. “I keep forgetting the terrible mental anguish you must have suffered when you became a traitor. How long was it anyway, before you were helping the colonel? A whole two or three weeks?” 

Loreena stood up so fast that her chair tipped over, but she didn’t say anything. To much of what Mikki had said was true.

“And how long was it,” Mikki asked. “Until you began to enjoy doing all those things he asks you to do?” 

“I think it’s best if we don’t say anymore,” Loreena said. “We may regret our hasty words later.” 

“I’m not being hasty,” Mikki said. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I’ve watched videos of some of the things you’ve been doing, and you can’t tell me you haven’t developed a taste for it. I know you, Loreena.”

Mikki paused for a moment, but Loreena didn’t say anything.

“Tell me I’m wrong!” Mikki pleaded.

Loreena only turn away and started for the door. “I’ve told you what I had to tell you,” she said over her shoulder. “The next step is up to you.”

“And I’ve told you what I had to tell you,” Mikki answered.


4

“Have you got it,” colonel Baisurd asked.

The monitor guard nodded, put a tape in the machine. “I think you’ll like this,” he said, pushing the play button. 

As the colonel watched the argument between the sisters, a smile formed on his lips. 

Then the guard put the tape on fast forward. 

“I edited a few tapes together to make this one,” the guard said. Then he hit the play button again; and the colonel watched as Loreena entered her room and threw herself face down across her bed. “Your favorite girl didn’t take the fight with her sister very well,” he said.

The colonel listened to Loreena’s soft sobbing and wondered what it meant. Had he pushed her into taking another step in the right direction, or would this be a set back.

He clapped the guard on the back. “Well done, Amiel,” he said. “Let me know if there are any further developments between them.” 

“Of course,” he said.



5

Loreena stopped her car at the gate, and handed the guard the transfer papers on the pretty brunette who was sitting in the back seat. Unlike Loreena, she was naked except for the shackles on her hands and feet. 

It felt weird leaving the grounds of the Lospodas mansion. This was the first time Loreena had passed beyond the outer fence since the time she had gone with the men to capture Sondra Conse; and it was the first time she had made the trip alone. She half expected the guard to point his gun at her, demand that she get out of the car; then lead her back into the Lospodas compound. Of course, that was silly. She had always been free to come or go, she had just never had a reason to leave before; and all the same reasons for returning were still in effect. Nothing had changed just because she had been given a chore which required her to leave the Lospodas grounds. 

She was surprised at how vulnerable she felt. despite herself, she had come to think of the mansion as a place of shelter and safety. It pleased her that the colonel had entrusted her with the task of escorting this girl to her new owner, but the thought of leaving the familiarity of the Mansion’s grounds was unsettling. 

How had she grown so comfortable with her situation?

“All right,” the guard said as he gave Loreena back the girl’s transfer papers. “She’s on my list, you can go on through.” He started to wave her on through the gate, then suddenly held up his hand for her to stop.

“Is there a problem,” she asked.

“I know you,” the guard said, pointing his finger and smiling. “You’re Loreena Manorin, aren’t you?”

“In the flesh, big boy.”

He smiled. “I’ll be damned. I’ve read all about you.” 

“That’s odd,” Loreena said. “I haven’t read a single thing about you.” The guard laughed good naturedly, and began to wave her forward again. 

“There’s going to be a party this evening in the north wing cafeteria,” Loreena said. “I’d love to see you there.” She nodded towards the other guard who was still in the guard shack. “Bring your friend along too, if you want.” 

“What time,” the guard asked.

“It starts at five.”

“Yah, all right,” he said. “I’ll be there.” 


6

“Hello Rastion,” Loreena said in greeting. 

She had asked colonel Baisurd for a door guard to watch Mikki while she was out; casually suggesting Rastion as a possibility. She hadn’t really expected to get him since he was under colonel Fuller’s command, but somehow it had happened. 

She was glad. She had begun to grow rather fond of him. As Lospodas guards went, he was rather friendly and sympathetic. There was a naive openness about him that made it easy to like him, and he mingled in the same party circuits as Loreena did.

“Any problems, this time?”

The first time he had been set to watch Mikki she had tried to leave her room. He had used his electrical prod on her to keep her back, but she had refused to let the pain cower her, and he had been forced to physically restrain her. When Loreena came back, he was rather embarrassed and apologetic. Loreena assured him that she understood how stubborn and persistent Mikki could be. He was only doing his job, and he had done exactly the right thing.

“No problems,” he said.

“Good. You can leave the problem child to me now.” 

He nodded amiably. “Always glad to help.”

Loreena reached out and brushed her fingers lightly across his chest. “You’re far to good to me,” she said. “If you keep it up you’ll spoil me rotten.”

“I do my best.” His mouth split into a big, lovable grin. “And I can’t complain about the compensation that you’ve provided so far.” 

“You’re sweet.” Loreena pressed her fingers against his muscular chest. “Are you free tomorrow evening? I’d like an escort. Colonel Baisurd has invited a few political types for a luncheon, and he wants to surround them with a festive air. I think he wants to show me off, but he doesn’t want to be tied down with an escort, so I’ll be on my own unless you’re free.” 

“I can be,” he said.

“Imbella is throwing another party tonight, over in the publications wing. I’ve found someone else to watch Mikki for awhile, so I’ll be there. How about you?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” 

“Great.” She gave him a familiar pat on the ass. “Come by my room a little early and we’ll get something to eat before we go.”

“I’ll be there.” 

He turned and she watched him as he walked away.



Loreena was still smiling as she opened the door and came face to face with Mikki. Her light mood vanished when she saw her younger sister’s dark expression.

“What’s your problem,” Loreena said. 

Mikki didn’t answer, but she didn’t look away either; and her expression made Loreena feel uncomfortable. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your date tonight?” 

“I’m not going,” Mikki said.

“Mikki! You can’t do that,” Loreena said. “You have to go or we’ll both get into trouble.”

Mikki just turned and walked towards the bed. 

Loreena sighed in frustration and rubbed her temple, wishing that this weren’t so hard. “Look,” she said. “I’ll unlock the room tomorrow, if you promise to be good. Will that make you feel better? What do you want, Mikki? At least I’m trying... Should I apologize?” 

“If you want,” Mikki said. “But I’m still not going!”

Loreena was beginning to worry now. Mikki could be stubborn when she made up her mind. “You know you have to go Mikki.”

The girl ignored her, and bent to pick up some clothes that were lying on the floor.

“Mikki,” Loreena pleaded. “I don’t like being a bitch anymore than you like being stuck in this room all day. But think about it! When I can’t trust you to do what you have to, then what am I supposed to do?” 


You do what you have to,” Mikki said tonelessly as she headed towards the door. It was obvious she intended to leave. 

Loreena stepped in front of her, blocking her path. 

“You know,” Mikki said without anger. “The funny thing is: I used to admire you.”

“I love you,” Loreena said. “But I can’t let you leave.”

“Then you’ll have to stop me.” 

For a moment they stared at one another, and as Loreena faced her sister’s determination she was struck—more forcefully than ever before—by the realization that Mikki wasn’t her little sister anymore. She was heavier and a little taller and undoubtedly stronger than she was. There was no way Loreena could keep her from leaving if she was determined to go.

As if Mikki had read her mind, she nodded and stepped around her.

“Think about what you’re doing,” Loreena said. 

“I have,” Mikki said as she pushed through the door.

Loreena shook her head and walked towards the phone hanging on the wall; then she picked up the receiver and began dialing a familiar number. 


7

All it took was a visit to the guard’s monitoring station to track Mikki down. Then Loreena called Marsan, and he went to her. She was standing alone on a quiet balcony that overlooked the large, elaborately decorated ballroom. 

“I take it you’re not feeling sociable tonight,” he said.

Mikki didn’t even answer.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to send you back.”

“Oh, aren’t you?”

“No. It’s too late for that, anyway.” He came up behind her, placed his hand on her shoulder and gently began to massage away her tension. “You’ve already offended the customer. He was quite upset, but colonel Baisurd personally offered him two girls for the night, at no charge I might add. He won’t be pleased about that, I can tell you. I’m sure he’ll find a particularly unpleasant way to punish you.” 

“Don’t you mean, my sister will?”

He moved his hands up to the base of her neck, rubbing with just the right pressure. “Perhaps the colonel will find an unpleasant way to punish her, and then she in turn will punish you. Either way, I can tell you... this will cost colonel Baisurd. And he’ll find a way to make sure you regret it. What I’m saying is, I wouldn’t make a habit of this.”

“Did you know that Loreena said I can’t lift weights any more?” 

“No,” Marsan said. “But I can’t say it’s a surprise. How many times have I told you, in the last few months, that you were using too much weight?” 

She didn’t answer.

“She could have told me that—instead of taking it away completely. She knows I love lifting more than anything.” 

“You didn’t listen when I told you, Mikki. Do you really think you would have listened to her?” 

She frowned. “I don’t know. I might.”

“Probably not though.”

Mikki turned around and pushed Marsan’s hands away. “So what’s wrong with the way I look?” 

Marsan shrugged. “I find it interesting,” he said. “But most men prefer their woman to be soft and petite, and Lospodas does cater to the desires of it’s customers. I can see a trend starting. You’re a little taller than average for a woman, and I don’t think you’ve stopped growing. You’re large boned, and you seem to have an unusually high amount of muscle mass. Already you have more strength and size than many of the guards—and in the scheme of things, you haven’t really been lifting all that long. It’s unbecoming in a woman. I can imagine what you’d look like if I hadn’t told you to cut back on your weights.” 

“If I don’t lift I’ll just turn to fat again.”

“Not necessarily. Just do more aerobic types of exercises. I know you like to dance... and there are other less demanding, but active, things that you can do. Besides, this will give you more time to spend with your flute. I know you still go to your classes, but your teacher tells me that you obviously don’t practice enough. He thinks you could be pretty good if you would practice. ” 

“It’s not the same thing,” Mikki said. “I love lifting. Sometimes I’ve wondered if that’s not the only reason they don’t want me to do it.” 

“Not the only reason,” Marsan said. “The women of Lospodas stand for a certain symbolic idea. It wouldn’t look good for a woman—who is supposed to be weak and frail—to be stronger and quicker and better at most physical things than most men are. It would convey the wrong message.”

“There are other strong women at Lospodas,” Mikki said.

“But they’re servants or they’re use for sport by Lospodas’s more sadistic customers. Some men like to dominate strong women, and Lospodas encourages that, but I don’t think that’s the kind of life you really want. You may not realize this Mikki, but your placement as an elite escort places you in one of the most favorable positions of all the women at Lospodas; and along with that comes a great deal of responsibility to tend to your appearance. And you didn’t get that position on your good looks alone.” 

Mikki looked at him sharply but she knew it was true. 

Zanadian women had been breed, generation upon generation, for their great beauty, until beauty was as commonplace as a single blade of grass in a large and beautifully keep lawn. 

“What sets you apart from all the other women that would love to be in your position, is the fact that your sister is Loreena Manorin. That alone makes you worthy of a man’s attention. Whether you like it or not, your sister is something of a celebrity.” Marsan paused a moment to let that sink in. “I think you understand what I’m mean; and I think you understand the potential consequences of your actions tonight. You wouldn’t enjoy the kind of life you’re flirting with.” He reached out and gently touched one of her breasts. “Maybe it has been a long time, but I don’t think you could have forgotten what it was like when you were first brought here. So if you think Loreena is being hard on you, maybe she has her reasons. Maybe she’s fighting for your best interests, as well as her own. And you’re not helping her any when you act this way.” 

“I know,” Mikki said.

“Will you go back to your room then?”

Mikki shrugged. “I suppose so.”

“And you’ll go with the man who comes for you tomorrow night?”

“I’ll go.”

“Can I walk back with you?”

Mikki shook her head. “I’ll go with the man tomorrow and I’ll be good from now on, but right now I’d rather be alone for while, if you don’t mind.”

Marsan kissed her on the cheek. “I don’t mind,” he said. “But remember what I’ve told you. I do care about you, Mikki. I’d hate to see anything bad happen to you.”


  8

“How you doing?” Loreena asked as she leaned down and sucked on one of Shaila’s nipples. 

Her gag prevented her from answering verbally
, but Shaila moaned, a long, throaty moan of pleasure.

She was strapped down to the fucking table, her legs spread wide and tied to stirrups to keep them in place. Her arms had been pulled up over her head, her wrists tied to the back of her collar, so that her underarms were exposed. This position invited those who visited Shaila to tickle her, and virtually everyone who entered the room did. Loreena was no exception. She reached up and ran her fingers up and down the sensitive parts of the girl’s arms, watching as she shivered with ecstasy. Shaila’s training had conditioned her to feel tickling as one more form of sexual stimulation. 

“I’m going to miss these little get togethers,” Loreena said softly, almost to herself. 

She looked down at Shaila with fondness. The girl was well built: perhaps a little shorter than Mikki, but taller than Loreena. Her breasts were small and firm, like Mikki’s; and her stomach was firm, despite all the time she spend tied to the table of the fucking machine—or perhaps her taunt stomach was because of the fucking machine. 


Loreena noticed, as if for the first time, the way Shaila rocked her body as she panted, working her stomach muscles. The girl’s abs were almost as well defined as Mikki’s. In fact, if you didn’t consider their faces, which were nothing at all alike, there was a very vague similarity between the two girls. Perhaps that was why Loreena had grown so fond of Shaila, even as Mikki seemed to become more and more distant towards her. 


“Perhaps I’ll think of another project to try out on you, after the big Lospodas Festival.”

“Of course,” Loreena said, with sudden inspiration. A smile slowly spread across her face. “I should have thought of this a long time ago.” She slapped her hand down on the center of Shaila’s stomach, then shot out the door and headed down the hall in search of Buel. She wanted to set her plans in motion immediately. She wouldn’t be able to do much until after the Festival, but she could create the design for Shaila’s new fucking cart and with Buel’s permission, the commissary could start working on it’s construction. 


9

The colonel looked up from his desk as Loreena entered his office. “Well now,” he said. “What’s this all about? You made it sound pretty important when you called.” 

“It’s Mikki,” Loreena said. “You remember: she walked out on her dinner date several weeks ago? I had to use the monitors to track her down; then I sent Marsan to talk her into coming back to the room.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Since then she’s tried… but her attitude has fallen off markedly.”

 “The last time we talked you said that you thought it was just a phase; that she would grow out of it.” He was studying her thoughtfully, as if she were a puzzle to be solved. “I assume that there is a point to all this?”

“I’ve been thinking about what to do with her?” Loreena said, choosing her words with care. “I’ve finally come to the conclusion that it’s not a phase. Or if it is, then it’s not one that she’ll grow out of any time soon. Her temper has always been hot, but it tends to be short lived. If she was going to get over this, I think she would have done so by now. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying she isn’t trying. She’s going through the motions. She’s doing all the things she has to do, but… she just isn’t doing them with any enthusiasm. She’s lost that sparkle in her eye.”


“So? What do you suggest?”

Loreena shrugged and shook her head with a gesture of hopelessness. “I’ve tried almost everything I can think of, short of torture,” she said, biting her lip. “But I haven’t been able to turn her around, and I’m not sure I could order her to be tortured. I’m afraid I haven’t handled her very well. I think I may have permanently destroyed that joy she had in her work. She’s still attracting callers, but she’s not getting anywhere near as many repeaters as she used to. There have even been customer complaints about her performance.” 

The colonel was surprised. He had not expected her to come to him for help so soon. She’s nervous, he thought. And well she should be. He still remembered his threat that she would be held responsible for Mikki’s shortcomings; and he was already thinking of what he might do for her punishment. 

“What do you suggest we do to get that spark back?”

“I think it may have gone to far,” Loreena said. “I’m afraid Mikki’s very stubborn. I could try to give her a little reminder of what it was like when she first came here, but I suspect that would do more damage than good. I’m not sure she’ll ever fully regain her enthusiasm...”

“So then,” the colonel said, a wolf’s grin spreading on his lips. “Am I to understand that you’re giving up and throwing yourself on my mercy: hoping that I will make your punishment a more lenient one because you’ve willingly admitted your defeat?” 

“Not exactly,” Loreena said with a nervous laugh. “Actually I thought Mikki might benefit from having a tasp. I’d like your permission to have one implanted after the open house festival.”

The colonel was shocked. 

“You would be willing to subject her to that?” He shook his head in wonder. “Are you really so afraid of my punishment?”

“It’s for her own good,” Loreena said defensively. “She’ll be happier if she can learn to enjoy what life has given her.”

The colonel smiled. “I remember a time when you were willing to die for Mikki. What happened?”

Loreena frowned. “I’d still die to save Mikki from being tortured… if she were doing everything she could to avoid it. But she’s not. She’s brought this on herself. It would be different if her life was so terrible, but it isn’t! She has more now than both of us put together, when we were with Leskral. But does she appreciates it? Does she think to give me a little thanks for what it’s cost me?” 

“What has it cost you?” The colonel asked, thinking he might have caught Loreena in a slip. 

But she returned his gaze evenly. “You know what it’s cost me,” she said hotly. “It hasn’t exactly been easy choosing to do what I have. Not at first. You should know that better than anyone... but I did it for her. And now she’s treating me like shit. Like I’m the bad guy in all this.” She looked away, suddenly embarrassed to have said so much.

“Yes,” the colonel said. “You have taken to the work I’ve given you rather well.” 

“I’ve done what I had to do. I’ve tried to accept it,” she said. “That’s all I expect from Mikki.”

“And you think she’ll thank you for this.”

“No,” Loreena said. “But, having a tasp can’t be that bad. Besides, I doubt things can get any worse between us right now.”

“You know I’ll give you full credit for this idea?”

She nodded.

“You’re sure you want me to go ahead with it?”

“Yes.”

He was silent for a moment then, “You still wish I’d let her go, don’t you?”

She shrugged and gave a slight nod. “You told me to always be honest with you. I’m trying...” 

“Come here.” He took her hand, running his fingers over her ribs as he pulled her to him. She came willingly, one leg on either side of his knee. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said edging her closer, and pulling her down until she was riding on his leg. “Just when I think I’ve seen your last surprise you show me something more.” He scooped up her dress and pushed it up around her waist. “Like what’s this?” He wedged his hand between her leg, feeling the built in butterfly vibrator stitched into the crotch of her panties.

Loreena blushed, but she didn’t look away. “The last time, you seemed displeased that I was... not excited,” she shrugged. “I vowed then that I would be ready to receive you the next time you tried to touch me.” 

“And you’ve been using this;” and he pressed against her, forcing the inactive vibrator back and forth. “To condition yourself?” The colonel raised a curious brow. “Why?”

“So I would be ready,” she said simply. “You’ve shown me that a person can learn to enjoy almost anything. And if I’ve got to do... things, I might as well learn to enjoy them.” 

“Have you learned?”

“I’m still in training,” She said. “But it’s an advanced stage of training.”

The colonel smiled. “I can think of a way you could broaden that training.” He reached down and touched his zipper. 

Loreena smiled, and slide off his leg; dropping to her knees on the floor in front of his chair. “Let me guess,” she said, reaching with one hand to turn on the butterfly vibrator, while the fingers of her other hand lightly brushed crossed the stiff material of his jeans and began undoing the zipper.

She pulled out his cock, and took it in her mouth, flicking the head of it with her tongue. Then she forced her head down on him, slowly sucking in his massive length until her lips were nearly pressed against his pubes. She could feel him rubbing down the length of her throat, but she had worked hard to overcome her natural urge to regurgitate at such times.

The colonel breathed a sigh of pleasure.

He was not small; and Loreena had taken more of him into her mouth than he would have thought she could. 

Once again she had managed to surprise him. 

He wondered where she had learned to do it, and stroked her hair tenderly, twining his fingers in her long blonde strands so that he could guide her head; while he marveled at what a wonderful mouth she had.

After a few minutes he raised her up, reaching between her legs. For a moment he was surprised to find that the vibrator panties had been removed—he hadn’t noticed when she’d taken them off. He looked down at the floor and saw that they had snap sides, but he was still impressed with how smoothly she had removed them. He kissed her mouth, and slipped his fingers easily inside her, pleased that she was so wet and warm. 

“So, my little spy. Have you learned any secrets lately?” He shoved up her dress and picked her up by the waist.

“Probably nothing important,” she said opening herself to him. “I’ve written it all down like you told me.” She gasped as he began to lower her and she slipped snugly inside her. She lay her head against his chest, leaning her head to one side to expose her neck. He kissed it eagerly. 

“Tell me,” he said, rocking his hip towards her.

“Flanisha,” she moaned with surprising responsiveness: her eyes closing, her lips parting as if a sigh of pleasure were frozen on her mouth. “She’s one of the new girls you... put to work in the guard’s cafeteria. I think she’s... doing something to taint the food.”

“What?” 

He pressed his hand over her breast, and smiled at the gasp of pleasure his rough caress brought from her lips. She really is quite fetching he realized with amusement.

“I’m... not sure. Probably just... spitting in the soup, or something like that. She said, you had... given her a way to get even with her guards when you put her to work in the kitchen.”

“Anything else?” 

“There is one thing.” She pushed away from him, until she was sure she had his attention. “I’ve been thinking about this...”

“You don’t want out of it already, do you?”

“No,” she laughed. “I just... I hope you won’t tell her you found out about it from me... I mean, I wont be of much use to you if everyone knows I’m a snitch.” 

He kissed her on the forehead. “Trust me,” he said. “I wouldn’t waste my favorite spy on something as trivial as this.”

“I don’t know why I should,” she said, melting back into his arms, “but I do trust you.”


10

“I don’t want to go.”

“I didn’t ask you if you wanted to come,” the colonel told Mikki. “Your option is to change first, or come as you are.”

“Why do I have to go?” Mikki asked stubbornly. “Loreena just put me back on a diet, and now you want me to go to this banquet where everyone’s going to be eating.”

“This is not a discussion,” he said, his controlled voice like a sharp cutting edge. “You will come with me now or I will ask for the guards for assistance.” 

Almost immediately three guards appeared just outside the doorway, as if they’d been waiting for the colonel to call.

“All right, all right!” Mikki said. “I’ll go as I am.”

The colonel smiled and took her by the arm. For a brief moment she thought of resisting, but then she glanced at the guards who were eagerly waiting and let him lead her from the room. 

They made their way to the great hall of the Lospodas Mansion, where high officials were welcomed and affairs of state were held. He seated Mikki at the head table, beside her sister; then he took the seat on the other side of Loreena. 

The colonel smiled when neither sister seemed very happy to see the other. He introduced Mikki to those few dignitaries sitting close to her; saying; “This is Loreena Manorin’s sister, Mikki.” And he noted Mikki’s scowl when these men began to greet her more warmly when they recognized Loreena’s name. 

All through dinner colonel Baisurd made a point of paying particular attention to Loreena: making sure that her glass was always full, and that she had plenty of her favorite foods. He made an excessive show of keeping his hand on her leg, caressing her thigh or rubbing against her pubic mound. He was so obvious that Mikki couldn’t help but notice, yet Loreena never protested, as he suspected she might. She didn’t seem the least embarrassed either—graciously receiving the colonel’s attention with little more concern than she would have if they were alone. She even made a willing effort to keep herself open to him, just as she normally did; and when his attentions became excessive she moaned with soft pleasure and rocked her hips against him with an abandon that was oblivious to anyone who might be watching them.

Driving a wedge between these sister had been a source of great amusement, for the colonel—but it was more than that too. Separating them completely was the last step in the colonel’s program to totally alienate Loreena from the women’s movement. Until now, Mikki had not known that he and Loreena had shared intimacies, although she probably suspected; but for Loreena to calmly let her sister watch him teasing her in public... that was more than he had expected. Mikki’s scowl deepened all through the meal. By the time Buel took the stage to announce the after dinner entertainment, the hostility emanating from Mikki was almost palpable. 

Now the colonel turned to Mikki. “Loreena’s been a great deal of help in bringing together these little after dinner diversions,” he said as he caressed Loreena’s crotch with a feeling a genuine respect. “In fact she helped designed several of the plans herself. Isn’t that right, Loreena?”

“Buel was gracious enough to listen to my ideas, and we used some of them,” Loreena admitted modestly.

“How nice,” Mikki said, her voice like dripping acid.

“I wanted you to have a good seat, so you could enjoy the program. I’m sure you’ll be as proud of Loreena as I am.”

“No doubt.”

They watched Buel take the stage and approach the microphone. He introduced himself, noted his alignment to colonel Baisurd who had coordinated the evening’s festivities. Then he gave several names, including Loreena’s and credited them for helping with the preparatory work... 

“Now that we’re done with the introduction,” Buel said waving to the curtain behind him. “I’m proud to present...” and the curtain opened. “The women who will be providing your entertainment for the remainder of the evening.” 

About a dozen ladies were on the stage behind him, many were tied to various devices that held them securely, others were held by guards or simply bound so tightly that they could hardly move. 

“This is Flanisha,” Buel said, approaching a girl who was tied to a post by a ring in her nose. She was wearing a gray body suit and fighting with apparent discomfort. “

The colonel leaned over and whispered in Mikki’s ear. “Loreena caught her spitting in the food served at the guard’s cafeteria. 

“She is wearing something that I like to call a pin suit,” Buel said. “This rubber punishment suit is the newest item in the Lospodas fashion line this year; and it can be form fitted to the exact shape of your slave.” He gave Flanisha a friendly seeming pat on the ass, and the girl jumped, giving an alarmed little squeal of protest. 

The colonel leaned towards Mikki. “That was Loreena’s original idea,” he told Mikki as he stroked Loreena tenderly.

“Buel did all the work,” Loreena purred. “He designed the actual suit.”

“...The durable, double construction rubber is lined with pin needles,” Buel was saying from up on the stage. “As you can see, this causes her considerable discomfort whenever she moves or when something touches her. For tonight demonstration, those of you who are interested will form teams. The object will be to drive Flanisha towards your opponents goal using one of these flexible prods.” He took a long flexible rod that another guard handed to him; and as he held it out it bobbed slowly up and down so that it was difficult to aim. 

“Only the tip is legal to use,” Buel said. “Using any other part of the prod, or poking Flanisha in the face will lead to immediate disqualification of that player.” He pressed it against the girl’s breast and the prod bent easily as it touched her suit, but the nudge was ample motivation to make her move.

Buel moved down the line to introduce the next display. “This is Gylis,” he said, indicating an Amorian alph who was covered with black dots that formed complicated geometric designs over her whole body. One of her guards held out a bucket and Buel took a small object from it. “For those of you who enjoy simi-permanent body art, Gylis here has been used to demonstrate one of my favorite inventions, called the Pin Hook.” 

Buel held up the small object in his hand and then pressed it against the girl’s arm, causing her to flinch. “It works on a principal similar to a fish hook. The sharp, surgical steel point easily punctures the skin but when you try to pull it out...” and he slipped his fingernails under the head of the pin, giving a gentle tug to prove that the pin would stay embedded. “Little plastic wings spread out and hook into her skin. The heads of the pins come in several sizes, shapes and colors so that you can achieve a wide variety of effects. After a few days the body dissolves the plastic wings and the pins can be removed. They also come in plastoflesh, for those of you who would prefer a more permanent design. With those, the skin will quickly graft itself to the pin, making it a permanent and virtually irremovable part of your slave’s body. 

“For those of you who would like to try your own hand at it,” Buel said. “We will have girls available for rental purposes.

He moved on to the next pair. 

“These girl’s are named Tanja and Felisity.” 

They were wearing roller-skates; and Mikki noticed that they were much better at keeping their balance than they had been the first time she saw them on skates. 

“They will fight in a best three-out-of-five rope-tying match. The looser of this match will be given to the winner of our raffle, for the evening. If you haven’t filled out a raffle ticket there’s still time before the drawing. You will find forms by the large black box near the east entrance. 

“And for those of you wishing to gamble, you may place a wager on the outcome of any of the competitive events, including the gight between these girls

“Next is Whiznia,” Buel said. He reached out and pinched the breast of another Amorian who’s hands were suspended from a crossbeam above her head. “Those of you who enjoy whippings will want to make sure that you spend some time with her.” 

A guard offered Buel a leather strap with one end that had been cut into several smaller strands. He used it to strike Whizna sharply across the breasts. The girl cried out and danced away in protest. “Doesn’t she make a delightful noise!” Buel said giving her another lashing with the same effect. 

There was a chorus of approval clapping.

“Now this,” Buel said, turning his attention to the next girl. “This lovely girl’s name is Dristni. She will be one of the models in our fashion show. Our master craftmen here at the Lospodas mansion have been hard at work developing a line of clever new bondage designs; and I think you’ll be quite pleased with what they’ve come up with. After the show Dristni and a few of the other models will be auctioned off for the night, so those of you who are interested can try out all the new merchandise on them. And of course, we have an ample supplies of all the new designs as well as any of your favorites from past events”

The colonel was pleased.

Mikki was scowling at her plate, refusing to look at the stage any more; but Loreena seemed to be enjoying the show as much as his vigorous attention, and he was enjoying it too—much more than he had expected. Now there was only one girl left, and the colonel was almost sorry that Buel’s introductions were nearly over. 

“Some of the girls,” Buel was saying, “Will be providing entertainment all night; others will be limited to a few demonstrations, so take a look at the schedule boards on either side of the room.” He pointed to the highly visible stands along either wall. Two naked Amorian’s were chained by their collars to each stand. More chains loosely bound their hands and feet. “We have tried to stagger demonstrations so that you can see as many of them as possible. However, we regret that it may be necessary to miss a few. Your programs list them by the girl’s name and a description of the activity to help you find the ones you’re most interested in. If you need further assistance, one of these Amorian’s by the schedule stand will be glad to help you.

“Now before everyone separates to the various areas, let me introduce Shaila.” He walked over to a square wooden frame where Shaila was bound spread-eagle, her feet a few inches off the floor. “You may notice that she is extremely horny.” Buel ran his fingers lightly up the inside of Shaila’s thighs, gently caressing her hot mound, and slipping his finger inside her. Shaila moved her hips forward, pressing herself against Buel’s hand; and moaning with frustration at the inadequacy of his touch. 

“I wouldn’t doubt Shaila is horny enough to fuck everyone in this room!” Buel said. “And that’s exactly what she’s here for! Unless she’s being fucked, all the time, it’s sheer torture for her. Now, she’s been without for the last few days, to ensure that she will be fully ready for this evening; and as you can see it’s practically driving her crazy.” 

Buel was still caressing Shaila with light teasing strokes, and the girl’s movements were becoming more and more frantic.

“What those of you here decide to do with her is up to you. Now, I invite you to drink, dance to the live music, mingle with old and new friends, and find your own diversions as you will. I encourage all the women in the crowd, both the residents of Lospodas and the guests of our visitors, to feel free to participate in any and all of the activities that we have planned for tonight. I hope that you enjoy yourselves.” Buel gave a slight nod to the crowd and stepped down from the stage. 

“Is it necessary for me to stay for anymore of this,” Mikki asked. 

“No,” colonel Baisurd said. “I think you’ve seen enough.”

“Aren’t you going to stay?” Loreena asked when she saw Mikki getting up. Her face was passive; she didn’t really seem interested in her sister’s answer, and when Mikki didn’t give her one she seemed more relieved than disappointed. Turning to the colonel she asked, “are you enjoying yourself?”

“Very much,” he said. “Shall we go and join the festivities?”

Loreena flashed a genuine smiled. “Yes,” she said. “I especially want to get into one of the pin suit games.” 

Loreena joined the fray, found an Amorian server, and took a drink from her tray. Then she began to look for Rastion and Imbella. Instead, Buel saw her and asked her for a dance. For a moment she was surprised, but then she smiled and took his hand. 

He was a surprisingly good dancer, moving with a grace that Loreena would not have suspected. 

When the dance was over, Rastion cut in and they danced several more songs, before Imbella cut in, taking him away from her again. She didn’t mind. It freed her to sign up for one of the pin suit games. 

As she headed back towards Rastion she grabbed a drink. Before she could reach him, however, she was approached by a well-dressed man. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” he said with a leering smirk. “It’s an honor to meet one of colonel Baisurd’s most effective tool. And I must say you are every bit as impressive in person.” 

“Thank you,” Loreena said, noticing the young redheaded slave who accompanied him. Her mouth was gagged, and she was wearing a tight, fitted white dress made of reinforced canvas material. Instead of a hemline at the bottom, the dress had belt loops. A thick, leather belt was threaded through the loops and buckled tightly just above her knees. It was reinforced by a leather corset around the waist, but the bodice was open, the stiff material fitting snugly under her firm breasts. The cloth came up around her shoulders and encircled her neck with a built in collar. The sleeves of the dress formed a one armed glove, reinforced with more leather straps. 

“Who’s your friend,” she asked, reaching out as if to touch the girl’s freckled cheeks. She stopped and looked at the taller dark haired man. “You don’t mind, do you?” 

“Of course not,” he said.

But Loreena could see that he had visibly relaxed as soon as she had asked for permission. If she had touched the girl first, he would have been very upset indeed... he might not have said anything, but Loreena wasn’t entirely sure about that. She smiled. “Did you bring your pet to share her, or to find some new toys to try out on your own.”

“A little of both,” he said. “Her dress is something I commissioned Lospodas to design for me a few years ago.”

“Oh, I like it,” Loreena said. “And it looks so fabulous on her, so comfy and snug.” 

“Lospodas always come up with the best,” he admitted.

“So what are you planning to try first, tonight?”

“I was kind of intrigued by those new pin hooks.”

“Good,” Loreena said with a bright smile. “I helped design those myself, in case you’re interested.” 

“Really?”

“Indeed. Why don’t I take you over to the display, and introduce you to everyone. I’m sure they can set you up with whatever arrangements you would like. And then, if you’d like, I could spend a little time showing you how they work.”


11

Mikki watched Loreena and the colonel coming down the hall. They were flanked by three guards; Mikki recognized two of them. One was Rastion the door guard, and the other was one of the men who had worked on her when she first came to Lospodas. She thought of heading the other way to avoid them, but the colonel had already seen her and he was waving her over.

“Hello Mikki,” he said as she approached. “Good of you to join us.” 

As if I had a choice, Mikki thought! But she kept it to herself and fell into step beside them. Loreena ignored her, looking straight ahead, her face betraying no emotion at all. The colonel put his arm possessively around Mikki. 

“You don’t seem to be adjusting to our lifestyle here at Lospodas very well,” he said in a friendly, conversational tone. “This is of great concern to me. I had hoped that you would turn out more like your sister.” 

“I’m sure you did,” Mikki said, unable not to voice her sarcasm this time. 

The colonel smiled like an indulgent father. “I’ve discussed this problem with Loreena; and after careful consideration I have agreed with her proposed solution to this problem. Therefore, tomorrow you will have a tasp surgically implanted in your head; and after your recovery, Loreena will start a program of conditioning you towards a more appropriate attitude.” 

Mikki looked at Loreena for a sign of denial, but her face was an emotionless mask. She’s become so cold and cruel, Mikki thought. I don’t even know her anymore.

“I hope that you’re pleased,” the colonel was saying. “I think you will find it easier having your sister to work with you on this project, rather than some impersonal stranger.” He smiled. “You may not know this, but for some time now you’ve been directly under your sister’s supervision and she has been responsible for you. At first I was very satisfied with the progress you were making under her, but recently... Well, I would have been forced to take some sort of punitive action against your sister for her failure—if she hadn’t come up with this new idea. She’s an extremely resourceful young lady, your sister.” 

He cleared his throat. “As a reward, I’m giving you to your sister. From now on, she will be the only one—aside from me—who will have the authority to punish you. But don’t think she’ll be soft on you. She’s still responsible for you, and will be punished for your misbehavior.”

“What a comfort,” she said with a vicious smile. Maybe she could force the colonel to punish Loreena quite frequently. It would serve her right!

The colonel turned to Loreena. “I’m keeping track,” he said. “I’ll leave you now, to get started with her training. Be sure that she reports to the infirmary tomorrow morning as we discussed.” 

He turned away, leaving Mikki to face Loreena and the three guards. She backed away instinctively as Loreena came towards her holding out a pair of padded leather cuffs. 

“Turn around,” Loreena said, her voice like cold ice. 

It sent a chill up Mikki’s spine. She hesitated but a moment, then turned around, letting Loreena put the cuffs on her arms at the elbows. I should fight this, Mikki thought; but she knew it would only make things worse. 

Loreena jerked on the cuffs. “You’ll wear these,” she said. “Until you can learn how to behave and show more respect. And if you make another wise crack, I’ll muzzle you too.”

“Your hurting me,” Mikki complained.

“It’s for your own good,” Loreena snapped, “It will teach you to appreciate how good you’ve had it.”

“Compared to what?”

Loreena smiled. “Compared to what it’s going to be like for you now,” she said. She turned to the guards. “I think I can control her now. Rastion, I’d like you to stay and help me with her; and I want you to guard the door tonight.” She turned to the other guards. “Thank you for the help, but I think we’ll be alright now. “

They nodded amiably and left. 

“Thanks for staying, Rastion,” Loreena said, reaching out to brush her fingers across his chest. 

“Always glad to help you,” he said. 

Loreena smiled, then tugged at Mikki’s arm, leading her down the hall. “By the way,” she said, giving Mikki a firm slap on the ass with the palm of her hand. 

Mikki jumped slightly. “Hey,” she said, trying to pull away from Loreena’s grasp.

“Your little wise crack has earned you a gag for the rest of the day, as promised.”. 

“What wisecrack,” Mikki asked. 

“Compared to what,” Loreena said, mimicking Mikki’s voice.

“That wasn’t a wisecrack,” Mikki said. “That was a question.”

“Enjoy talking while you can, Sis.”

“But I’m supposed to meet Geot in a few hours,” Mikki protested.

“Then you’d better start thinking of a way to make it up to me, hadn’t you,” Loreena said. She smacked Mikki on the ass again, even harder. “It’s not likely you’ll be seeing him again though, unless your attitude improves.”

Mikki felt like lashing out with her feet but that would only make things worse. In brooding silence, she let Loreena lead her docilely down the hall. When they came to her room, Loreena shoved Mikki inside. “Will you wait out here,” she asked Rastion. “I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

Inside the room, Loreena went to her closet. She found a head harness, complete with a gag, and slipped it over Mikki’s head. Mikki sighed angrily, but opened her mouth without further protest. When the gag was securely in place she began to undress Mikki: unzipping her shorts and sliding them down around her feet. Loreena ripped the blouse rather than unfasten the leather cuffs at her elbows.

Then Loreena gave Mikki a sharp shove, forcing her to flop backwards onto the bed with a bounce. Falling on top of her, Loreena forced her face between her sister’s reluctant legs. 

“Just relax,” Loreena said, licking the pink insides of Mikki’s lower lips. “Think of this as an apology, if you want to.”

Mikki closed her eyes.

“Learn to enjoy it,” Loreena said. She held Mikki open with her fingers and licked her dry folds. Before long she was working with a great deal of creative enthusiasm. Reluctantly Mikki began to moan and move her hips against her sister’s face: against that flicking tongue that knew just where to touch her. She cried out into her gag, as an incredible orgasm shook her body and left her quivering.

Loreena cuddled, holding her sister tightly, pressing her head against Mikki’s stomach without speaking. 

Mikki was reminded of the way Geot held her so tenderly afterwards; and despite hating Loreena for what she was doing, Mikki felt strangely comforted. At last Loreena leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, whispering so softly in her ear that it was barely audible. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Just remember that I love you. Trust me!” Then she got up and pulled the covers up around Mikki’s neck. “Take a little nap if you want,” she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “I’ll tell Geot you’re here; he’ll probably get a kick out of finding you like this.”


12

“Hello Geot. Would you mind if I joined you for a moment?”

Geot was a little surprised to see Loreena standing next to his table; but his smile was genuine enough. “Please,” he said gesturing towards a seat at his table. “Sit down. Would you care for something to eat? I haven’t ordered yet, I was waiting for your sister.” 

“I’ll just have a glass of white wine, thank you.” 

He smiled and motioned for one of the Amorian servers who came to take the order. “Well,” he said. “This is a bit unexpected. I asked for Mikki Manorin, and instead I get the company of her beautiful, but infamous sister.” 

She looked at him guardedly, as if she were sizing him up.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?”

“I’m not sure I know you well enough to like you or not like you.” 

She smiled. “Were you planning to spend a few days here at Lospodas. Or was this just a quick in and out.” 

A quick in and out? Was she making a reference to Mikki, or was she trying to pry information out of him for colonel Baisurd. Either way she wasn’t being very subtle. “I was planning to spend a few days.”

Loreena smiled mischievously and leaned slightly forward in her chair. “You always take a few extra days when you come to Lospodas, don’t you?” 

He sat back in his chair and studied her carefully. “Somehow I get the feeling that this isn’t just a social call.”

“I do have an agenda,” Loreena admitted. “I want to find out just how deep your interest in Mikki goes.” 

Geot raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s any of your business,” he said, trying not to let his irritation show. “But I am curious. I’ve been seeing Mikki for nearly a year now... why the sudden interest in my intentions?”

“Oh, but it is my business, Geot. You see, Mikki has recently been taken out of circulation and placed in my care. Colonel Baisurd has given me complete responsibility for her. That’s why she wasn’t available to see you tonight.” 

So that was it. He looked at her even more carefully, wondering what her real business was. 

“She’s fortunate to have such a devoted sister,” he said; noticed that she blushed just a little. 

“It’s not as unpleasant as all that,” she said. “I’m not particularly happy about it, you know; but I have had to take certain steps. For Mikki’s sake, as well as my own. And quite frankly, I don’t care whether you understand or not.” 

The Amorian server returned with Loreena’s drink and they were both quiet as she placed in on the table. Loreena took a drink, waiting for her to leave. 

“I don’t intend to prevent you from seeing her,” Loreena said when they were alone again. “As long as I’m convinced that you’re not a negative influence on her, you are free to request her presence much as you have in the past.” 

“But not tonight?”

Loreena took a sip of her drink. “Tonight can be arranged,” she said. “If you are willing to follow certain restrictions.”

“Such as?”

“Mikki is being punished for... a serious discretion. She has been tied and left for the night on my bed. In order to see her, you must agree that she will not leave the room; and you may not, under any circumstances, untie her or give her anything to eat or drink.” 

Geot didn’t even need to think about it. “Agreed,” he nodded.

“Fine. Can you find my room by yourself?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ll escort you then,” Loreena said. “Shall we go now, or would you like to eat first.” 

“We can go,” he said, rising to his feet. 

“Good,” Loreena said.

She walked at a good pace. Neither of them spoke, and after several moment of walking, she stopped in front a door. 

“When you come to see her tomorrow,” Loreena said. “You will have to provide a visitation request; and if the two of you are to leave my room, I will require transfer documentation as well.” 

“I’ll have them.”

“Good.” She seemed to wink at him. “Then maybe you’d better bring a few extra, just in case. If you haven’t filled the forms out correctly, I will insist that you do it again. Have I made myself clear?”

Geot looked at her for a moment, wondering what her game was. “Sure,” he said. “I understand you”.

   
    
   
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