Chapter One

The First Torture

 by Trystl

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Welcome Mrs. Manorin.� Colonel Baisurd said rising from his chair as Loreena was brought into his office.

He approached her, coming close enough to make her try to back away. The guard pressed against her from behind; and when his hand cupped the cheek of her ass, she nearly jumped forward. The colonel calmly took her hand as if nothing had happened; and this time she let him.

He pressed it to his wet lips.

�May I call you Loreena?� He asked. �We should be on a first name basis if we�re going to be working together�and I know we will... I hate being formal. You will forgive my forwardness.�

It was a command not a question.

�I hope you like the dress you were given.� He was still holding her hand, as if she were a good friend he had not seen in several years. He studied her, openly admiring the snug fit of her plum colored dress, and the way its gossamer strands clung to her slender frame.

�I think it�s quite satisfactory for you,� he said, palming one of her small shapely breasts as if it were the most natural thing to do. �It accentuates your beauty.�

Loreena began to pull herself away, but then she stopped herself�feeling conflicted and uncertain about what to do. She was certain the colonel was just trying to get a reaction out of her; and she didn�t want to give him the satisfaction. And, despite the time she had spent at Leskral, there was still a part of her that felt guilty for trying to move away. Any normal woman would be flattered by his advances, that part of her said.

�You know,� the colonel said thoughtfully, as if he hadn�t noticed her response. �You�d make a wonderful addition to one of my magazines.�

Loreena looked away. Her pale blue eyes cringed beneath the cold flame of his persistent stare. She was not used to going bare breasted, and the way he was staring and touching made her feel rather uncomfortable. Anger would have been better, for all she could think about was restraining her urge to cover herself or to pull away. She didn�t want to let the colonel see how he disturbed her, but it was an effort not to fidget or at least cross her arms over her chest.

�Where�s Mikki?� She asked defiantly. �What have you done with my sister?�

He smiled, a big wry grin.

�She�s quite safe for now, sweet Loreena, don�t worry.� He was still holding her hand and he lead her further into the room.

�Server?� The colonel said; and suddenly, because she stepped forward, Loreena realized that a young girl was standing in the corner. �Fix me a double brown Phydmilk.�

As the girl came forward, Loreena could see that she wasn�t wearing any clothes; and realized that she wasn�t human�she was Amorian; or maybe half Amorian. Loreena couldn�t place her precise breeding. She was short, which made her seem young, at first; and her skin was a pasty white color as if she hadn�t been outside in years; her long hair a shade whiter still. But Loreena still wasn�t sure if the Amorian was as young as she seemed, or if she were just of the neuter gender that some Amorian races had. There was something about her eyes and the structure of her chest muscles to suggest the later. Her undeveloped genitalia would be of no help in determining the matter�not without a much closer inspection.

�We should discuss your future with Lospodas,� the colonel said.

�You�re a pig,� Loreena replied calmly, watching the server as she opened the bar cabinet and took out a glass. She moved with uncommon grace for a child. �I won�t work for you!�

�Tisk, tisk, such language when all I offer is a chance to live the good life instead of living always outside the law. So tell me why you won�t work for me. Eh?�

She straightened, and said nothing.

The serving girl had opened a bottle and poured a creamy white liquid into the glass. Now she selected a brown bottle from a long row of different colored bottles along the counter. Opening the bottle she let two brown drops drip from the tip of the lid dropper, and then stirred the white liquid until it was a light tan color.

�Come my dear girl.� His voice was thick with sarcasm. �Tell me why you can�t work for me! Surely you know I can make life much easier for you?�

�Because, I hate you.�

He nodded. �I can understand hate.� The Amorian girl brought his drink and he accepted it with a courteous nod. �Would you care for something to drink,� he asked, looking at Loreena with friendly curiosity. �I only keep Phydmilk, but I process it with my own recipe. Of course, I buy my stock directly from Zylomar. As you must know, their natural harvesting procedures produce the best Phydmilk in all the isles.�

Loreena didn�t bother to answer. Instead, she watched as the server moved away from them, to a dark corner where she could make herself less conspicuous. It almost seemed as if they were alone again.

�I suppose not then,� he said with a shrug. �I should have realized.�

He took a sip from his glass. �It really is quite good, though... Well now, where were we? Oh yes! We were discussing hate, weren�t we?� He smiled indulgently, as if he were explaining something to a very small child. �Hate is an emotion I�m well acquainted with. I�ve found it a potent, motivating force. It can be the most valuable thing you can ever own, that is if you can learn to control and shape it. If not...� he let the sentence hang unfinished. �Well, You must use it�or it uses you, doesn�t it? Hate can clear your mind. It can allow you to crush any obstacle that stands in your way or it can cloud your mind, and cause you to hurt the ones you love.� He looked sharply at Loreena, his dark eyes suddenly hard. �The ones who count on you for protection.�

�You wouldn�t do anything to Mikki?�

�She�s a lovely girl, Mikki. But aside from sharing your beauty, I don�t see the family resemblance. Was your mother a mongrel?�

�We had different mothers,� Loreena said. �Mikki�s mother was of Dark Comilaun breeding.�

�Ah,� The colonel said, sounding honestly disappointed. �It�s probably not baby fat then. She�ll have to work hard to keep herself thin. Still, she�s beautiful now. It would be a shame if I had to destroy that by breaking her. But sometimes guilt and fear and love are the only ways to conquer hate.� He saw Loreena�s fear before she could look away. �I�m really not asking you to do anything that difficult or dangerous, Loreena�

�What?� She said trembling.

�We want to kidnap Sondra Conse.�

Loreena paled. �I can�t do that!�

�I would rather avoid violence?�

�Even if it could be done...�

�It can be done!� Colonel Baisurd said. �And I will do it, with your help.�

�What�s the point? You can�t destroy Leskral.�

�I would not wish to,� the colonel said. �I simply want to keep it sufficiently weak and dependent on the Zanadian government. Leskral has become a little too strong, a little too successful at recruiting new women.�

�It�s not like Zanadia can�t afford to loose some of its women,� Loreena said. �They out number men almost nine to one.�

�Less than seven to one actually,� the colonel said. �Unless you count the members of Leskral, who are no longer true Zanadian citizens, or the Amorians, who are not really women at all. But I digress. We were discussion your decision to help me. I can allow you a life of luxury, you know.�

�I�d rather die.�

�Unfortunately that is not one of your choices. You see, you will either help me willingly and receive the glory or you will resist and live in misery. Do you doubt that I could make your life miserable?�

�No.�

�Are you willing to watch Mikki slowly wasting away as a dungeon girl? I�ve seen some of the unlucky ones live as long as fifteen years or more, before they succumb to prolonged hunger or disease or a guard who is just a little too enthusiastic about his work.�

Loreena closed her eyes and swallowed bitter bile. �I can�t betray Sondra,� she said. �Please, I�ll do anything else!�

�But that�s the only thing I want from you. You know her movements; you can get us past the border guards without sending out an alert. That�s all I want. My men will do the rest.�

�No! I can�t. Forget it.�

�I know you are devoted to Sondra, and to her cause�but is she worth the years of suffering your sister will endure? Is she worth Mikki�s eventual death? How long do you think you can endure watching her slowly waste away, one torture at a time? Wouldn�t it be better to spare her your feeble attempts at nobility? What do such gestures mean in the end, but more needless suffering?�

Loreena paled. �I�ve known Sondra all my life...I love her like a sister too.�

The colonel nodded. �It�s tough to make a choice like this, I know. But time is on my side.� The colonel walked to a panel and pushed a button concealed in the wall. A panel slide back revealing Mikki and four men in another room. �Sooner or later, Loreena, you�ll realize that you truly don�t have a choice.�

�Mikki!� Loreena cried, running to the glass.

Mikki was standing, naked and sobbing, in the middle of a group of four men who seemed to delight in pinching her exposed flesh and probing her orifices with their fingers and various other objects. She tried to shy away from them, but her arms and breasts were encircled numerous times with a strong rope; securing her arms firmly and squarely behind her back. Her straight black hair matched the color of the shinny ball gag in her mouth.

The colonel turned a knob on the wall and Mikki�s muffled sobs filled the room.

�Mikki!�

�She can�t see or hear you,� the colonel said. �Perhaps you�ve heard of a one way mirror? All Mikki can see from her side is a reflection of herself. What�s more, her room is sound proof. Her sobs come to you through a loud speaker, but she can�t hear you... Now Loreena, I�ll give you one final chance to spare her, before they begin in earnest.�

Loreena closed her eyes. �Forgive me Mikki.�

�You leave me no choice then,� the colonel said. He pushed another button on the panel, and Loreena heard a buzzer sounding through the speaker system. �They will begin now,� he said.

�Please,� she begged softly. �Don�t hurt her.�

�We wont maim her permanently, today.� He said with a smug smile as he watched the men begin their assault on Loreena�s little sister.

They moved with ruthless precision. One jammed his knee into her midriff and as she doubled over he wedged her head between his legs, then leaned over her back and wrapped his arms around her waist; lifting her feet into the air. Two others caught her legs and quickly secured her ankles in leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling by chains.

Now Mikki was hanging upside down, facing what to her looked like a mirror. She was obviously embarrassed by seeing herself, with her legs spread wide. Loreena couldn�t take her eyes away from the window. Loreena watched as one of the men walked up to the glass with a leather �cat of nine tails� and flipped it into his hand; holding up the metal studded tips. Then he turned to Mikki, passing the cat in front of her face so she could see it before he slowly walked around behind her. She waited, full of apprehension. She twisted around trying to keep her eyes on him, as if she could prevent him from using the whip as long as she could keep her eyes on him. But she couldn�t hold it, and she flopped back down with him standing behind her.

�Mikki?� The man with the whip said, letting the leather tassels drape over her crotch�the metal tips hanging down against her stomach. �You see that mirror in front of you? It�s a magic mirror. From the other side it�s like a window. And there�s a group of people standing in a room, watching all of this from the other side. Your sister is one of those people who are watching. In fact, everything that is about to happen to you is her fault. She could have stopped it, if she had wanted to. All it would have taken was a single word.� He looked directly at the glass and smiled�and it was like he was looking right at Loreena. �Remember that each time you scream. This is all your sister�s fault. Every bit of it.�

�You bastard.� Loreena said pressing her fingers against the window; and watching helplessly as her sister�s face twisted in shame and anguish. �You bastard!� she said again, this time screaming as she turned to attack the Colonel. The guard was quicker, though. He grabbed her with expert ease; twisting her arm savagely behind her back, and pulling her head by the hair as he slammed her up against the window.

�We�ve ask her to do a favor for us,� The man in the other room was telling Mikki. �She knows I would stop, if she would only do this simple thing for us, but she refuses.� He struck Mikki suddenly across her ass with the whip; and her whole body tensed as she screamed into her gag.

Tears sprang to her eyes.

�You see this really is her fault,� the man said, taking another swing. Again Mikki�s body rocked with a shuddering spasm, her lungs caught between breaths, so that she made a sucking whine in her throat and nose. �She�s sitting right on the other side of this glass, watching everything I do to you�and she�s not saying the word! Is she? That�s all it would take to make me stop.�

�Forgive me, Mikki.� Loreena whispered, tears rolling down her own face.

The man struck again, higher. Mikki flinched as the tails of the whip wrapped around her waist and the metal tips left angry red welts. He struck at her stomach again. A set of welts appearing almost parallel to the first.

Loreena�s mind reeled as blood began to bead up on the welts and drip down. She placed her tongue against the poisonous seeds stuck along the insides of her cheek. She wanted to make her move now, but it was still too soon. She had to wait a little longer�had to let Mikki endure a little longer.

Mikki screamed and pulled against the ropes, large tears rolling down her cheeks.

�Stop it, please!� Loreena moaned. �For God�s sake...she�s hardly more than a child.�

The Colonel sighed loudly. �I would like to Loreena, I really would.� He paused to give emphasis to his next words. �But I really can�t until you tell me what I want to hear.�

A row of blood welts bloomed along Mikki�s ribs. A moment later another row appeared down her thigh.

�Blessed mother!� Loreena sobbed, watching as the man brought the whip down between Mikki�s legs; and she lurched so hard that it put slack in the supporting chains for a moment before they caught her weight again. No sooner had one of the men steadied her with a hand skilled from practice, and the metal tips burned another set of red welts in a fan shape below her bellybutton.

 Mikki�s lurch was not nearly as dramatic this time.

Again the man brought the whip down, this time just catching the inside of her thighs and ass.

�She�s a tough girl,� the Colonel said in mock approval. �I would have thought she would have fainted by now. Most of them do. Perhaps sometime I�ll show you what it feels like�to receive the lash full force from a man who loves to hear you scream. That�s the only way you can truly appreciate what Mikki�s going through. I had them do it to me once, so I know. It feels like a hook of fire ripping your skin off... or perhaps a hot iron sawing through your flesh!�

He pushed a button in the wall and said, �Give her a rest for awhile. Apply the disinfectant.�

He turned back to Loreena while two of the men sprayed a pink liquid on the blood welts all over Mikki�s body. It obviously stung, for she strained against her bonds and screamed nearly as hard as she had during the whipping itself.

 �They are applying a short term, local supraesthetic,� the colonel explained. �It is a strong, irritating stimulant, designed to intensify sensation while at the same time cleansing the wounds. It aids the healing process a little, and is also most effective in reducing scarring. It also helps to prevent the deadening of sensation so often associated with prolonged suffering and pain.� He took a sip of his drink. �We�ve been giving Mikki a general supraesthetic mixed with her water. Her whole body should already be one mass of raw nerve ends�but being localized and immediate, this spray is much more potent. �

One man was pushing the nozzle of the sprayer between Mikki�s legs, and spraying up inside her.

�This next torture is particularly effective on tender young virgins.� The Colonel said. �Of course, I may be assuming too much. Mikki is of age, I�ve no reason to assume that she hasn�t become sexually active already. Still...� He turned back to watch as one of the men brought something black towards the window. He held it up: a piece of leather that resembled an hourglass, with leather cords hanging from the ends. There were two holes near the center with tiny snaps on either side of them.

The man lay the leather across Mikki�s crotch, and tightened the leather cords around her waist. Then they brought forth two vibrators with wires extending from their bases. One was huge, but lifelike. The other was a smaller bulbous shape.

�Those have a textured, hard-plastic surface,� the colonel said. �Something like bits of sand covered with lacer.�

As one man rammed the larger dildo into the front hole, another was forcing the smaller one up Mikki�s ass.

�Turn her upright,� the Colonel said when both plugs had been inserted. �Her face is getting to red. I don�t want her to lose consciousness.�

Two of the men grabbed her by the legs, and released the cuffs on her ankles while a third held her around the waist. The fourth took a thin metal cable and wrapped it twice around Mikki�s waist then the first two hooked the ends of the cable into the chains that had secured her legs. When these were attached they let her down slowly. The cable cinched tight�molding her waist waspish thin. The tips of her toes were still a few inches off the floor when they had totally released her, and she hung under the cable, her body slack and lifeless. Suddenly the cable slipped with a jerk, cinching around her waist even tighter. One of the men grabbed Mikki�s hair and pulled her head back, until her tiptoes just barely reached the floor.

As he stepped back, Loreena noticed how red and swollen Mikki�s face had become.

Another man removed her gag.

�Start them both.� The Colonel said holding the button that opened the speaker in the torture room.

Mikki�s eyes closed tightly shut, as the man turned a dial at the end of the wires, and her jaw moved convulsively wider. She expelled a broken breath, then started to close her mouth as she breathed in. Her feet slid out from under her, and she swung slightly on the end of the rope, as one of the men put the weight of his elbow onto her neck and back, still holding her hair while she shuttered and moved her legs slowly as if trying feebly to run away.

The man who had used the whip, had gotten a thin, narrow paddle. He struck Mikki across the ass with a loud slapping sound. She cried out with a hoarse grunt.

One of the men sprayed the spot with the supraesthetic, and again the first one struck her.

�Stop it, stop it!� Loreena cried suddenly. �Please stop it. For mercy�s sake.�

�Not for mercy�s sake,� the colonel said. �You know what I need to hear before I�ll stop.� He smiled at the hint of impending decision on Loreena�s face. �Think about what that�s doing inside her,� he said. �Every time the paddle strikes her ass, it pushes that vibrator deeper inside her!� The Colonel pulled a dildo from his own pocket and held it out to Loreena. �Go ahead and touch it,� he said.

Despite her reluctant revulsion, Loreena reached out and brushed her fingers across the sharp, gritty surface. �Dear Mother,� she said, horrified by the feel of it.

�This one�s surface is identical to the one inside Mikki!� The colonel said. �Go ahead, hold it. Take a look at how big it is,� he pushed it towards her face. �Can you imagine what that�s doing to her. My God! Look at the size of it.�

The men continued to paddle Mikki, striking her ass right on the butt of the vibrator. Another joined in with a limber switch, striking the back of her thighs, then working his way around to the front of her legs; to her hips , stomach and breasts.

�How would you like this vibrating deep inside you?� The colonel continued. �Can you imagine, Loreena? Maybe you should ask her later what it feels like. You can see she�s bleeding! This must have torn her up pretty good when Marraal forced it inside her. Did you notice how hard he had to push to get it into that tight little cunt of hers? A lot harder, I�ll bet, than he�d have to push to get it inside yours!�

�All right, I�ll do it! Damn you! Just make them stop. Please, make them stop!�

The Colonel quickly crossed to the wall and pressed the buzzer. �Take her down now.� He glanced sideways at Loreena. �I doubt she can feel anything more anyway. Take her to the infirmary. Have them tend to her wounds. Then show her to one of the guest rooms, and make her as comfortable as you can.�

Closing the wall panel, the Colonel turned back to Loreena. �Fair enough,� he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Loreena�s eyes were closed, but she nodded; whispered. �Please. Let me see her before I go. I need to talk to Mikki, face to face, so that I can explain why I�m doing it. That isn�t so much to ask, is it?�

The colonel smiled. �By all means,� he said. �You can see her after you�ve signed a written agreement, formalizing your intent to help Lospodas, as we�ve agreed. But keep in mind that any attempt to breach that contract will give Lospodas the legal right to take disciplinary action against you.�

�Fine,� Loreena said, nodding a bit uncertainly. 

2

After the colonel had turned on the TV screen, and centered the remote controlled camera on Mikki�s bed, he turned on the intercom. Each of the guards escorting Loreena had a miniature microphone hidden in their ear. �All right,� he said. �You can let her go in. But stay close, and be alert�she�s bound to try that self-abort trick.�

As per his instructions, Loreena�s hands were cuffed behind her back as she was led to Mikki�s bed. The colonel followed her with his camera and the directional microphone that was sensitive enough to pick up her bare feet slapping against the ground and her breathing. Loreena�s guard stopped a few feet away from Mikki�s bed and gave her a sharp shove, sending her sprawling to the ground. She struggled to her feet, and quickly moved to Mikki�s side. Mikki�s hands were chained to the bedposts, but her head was propped up by pillows for her comfort; and she was covered modestly by a pullover nightshirt that reached to below her knees and covered most of her bruises and welts.

�Forgive me,� Loreena said, laying her head on Mikki�s stomach. The girl moaned and Loreena moved back. �I�m sorry, I�m sorry! Damn him!� She strained against her own biting cuffs.

�I can�t stand any more of this,� Mikki said simply. �I think I�ll go crazy.�

�No,� Loreena said. �It�s over. I�m just sorry I... I couldn�t betray Sondra. You understand?�

Mikki nodded. �I know what you have to do. You can�t betray Sondra, but I can�t take it anymore.�

�Shh, shh, shh!� Loreena said, hovering over her protectively. �I love you.�

�There�s no other way!� Mikki pleaded.

The colonel thought he saw Loreena nod. It was a slight movement, almost imperceptible if he hadn�t been looking for it.

Loreena forced herself up slightly, so she could lean over to kiss Mikki on the lips.

�Stop her!� The colonel called into the intercom, but the guards were already reaching for her. He pulled her back sharply by the hair and stuffed a wad of rags into her mouth while other guards came in from the hall. They would force her mouth open and take out the death pods.

The colonel smiled. Those clever little pods had worked many times before, but he was getting better at stopping the suicides. His smile widened into a vile looking grin.

He looked forward to the next session with these girls.

3

The guard had grabbed Loreena cruelly by the arm and hair, wedging his knee between her arms and back; then forcing her over so that she flopped down with the small of her back landing painfully across his knee and her arms hooked between his thigh and calf. She gasped as he stuffed her mouth with a rag, muffling her sounds. His hand in her hair forced her head back so far that her neck hurt, and she couldn�t bite or even swallow the seeds in her mouth. Rocking forward, he bent his knee so that his leg clamped her arms tightly together at the elbow, leaving her totally helpless.

Several other men rushed into the room. They worked efficiently, stuffing a spring loaded contraption into her mouth: it had thumb bars so they could hold it closed, but once it was in her mouth it opened like a sprung trap, and caught on her teeth so she couldn�t spit it out. It forced her mouth to open wide, without getting in the way. In fact, the only visible part of the contraption was the spring loaded hinges, on either side of her face and the large thumb bars, used to release the tension so it could be removed.

Another man pulled the rags out of her mouth, and carefully examined her oral cavity. With a pair of tweezers he removed the two small capsules of deadly poison.

Once the seeds were removed the guards released the mouth spring. The one holding her arms stood up, pulling her to her feet. Then another was wrapping her arms with rope as he keep her elbows firmly pinned behind her back with his huge powerful hands. They keep working even when the door burst open.

Colonel Baisurd entered and headed strait towards Loreena. He calmly slapped her across the face.

�I hope you enjoyed today�s fun and games,� he said as he traced his fingers up the length of her dress; lingering to fondle a breast. �Because I�m going to punish you severely for it, just as I promised.

�You can�t do that,� Loreena whispered. �I�m still a Zanadian citizen. I have rights!�

�Do you,� he said; his voice soft. And it was unsettling the way his hands continued to gently caress her�it frightened her more than a show of anger would have. �You signed a contract and tried to break it. I am within my rights to report you�re breach of the law to a magistrate and request that your autonomy be revoked.�

�He�d never do it.�

�You think not? Lospodas has many friends among the magistrates.�

�There�s no legal precedence. It wouldn�t stand up.�

�Perhaps not, my dear girl; but then it wouldn�t really need to, � who do you think would challenge it?� The colonel smiled and pinched Loreena�s nipple sharply between his fingers. �I don�t think you fully appreciate the tenuousness of your position. I can do anything to you that I want right now. Even if I didn�t have your breach of contract� There aren�t any constables for you to complain to. And if you should decide to make such a report when you leave here, I could easily provide several dozen witnesses to claim that you were free to leave at any time; and that nothing unlawful was done to you. Even if you could prove we did something, we would simply claim that we found you trespassing: trying to free your sister�which you understand would be stealing from us�and under those circumstances it is entirely within our rights to dole out almost any punishment we see fit. Our only crime would be in not gaining the proper authorization before acting, and we could claim it was merely an oversight�we might get stuck with a small fine, but as I said, Lospodas has many friends among the magistrates. It is more likely we would simply receive a verbal warning. Believe me, our pockets are deep and our agents are very good as well as discreet.�

�Eat shit!� She spat the words at him.

He looked up at one of the guards.

�Take her, Maraal! I know your tastes. Considering her vile mouth, it�s fitting that she be yours until Mikki has healed enough that her life won�t be endanger by what we do to her.� He turned back to Loreena. �Then she�ll be brought back to our little playroom and we�ll begin again. Only this time I think I�ll have you join her.�

�You pig!� Loreena said bitterly.

Suddenly the Colonel slammed his fist into her stomach, forcing the air out of her lungs. She doubled over and fell to her knees sucking desperately for air.

�I�ve been very patient, and permissive with you,� the colonel said. �Apparently that was a mistake. Perhaps you�ll respond better to different methods.�

Colonel Baisurd Nodded to a mouth spring that one of the guards was still holding, and he forced it back into Loreena�s mouth. She couldn�t even offer any resistance. She was still on her knees, gasping, when her head was pulled back by the hair.

She looked up at the colonel.

He was smiling, and on his lips it was a frightening thing.

�You can be sure,� he said. �That the next time we meet, Mikki�s punishment will be more severe because of what you have done today. In fact, today�s fun will seem like a gentle warmed up, I promise you.�

Then he turned his back on her, and left.

4

�You want a piece of this Grizmun?� Asked the guard who was holding Loreena by the hair: the one the colonel had called Maraal. He pushed her towards one of the other guards until his grip on her long, blonde hair was the only thing keeping her from falling forward. She struggled to keep her balance, struggling to bring her arms around to protect herself incase she did fall, but her bindings were secure, and they left her helpless to protect herself.

Grizmun took a step forward, laughing at Loreena�s pathetic struggles. He began to pull down his pants.

His cock was rather large. It sprang free from his pants and slapped against Loreena�s face, leaving a long sticky string of transparent juice hanging from her chin.

�No hands,� Maraal said.

Grizmun smiled and locked his fingers willingly behind his back; then he took aim and thrust his hips forward. He missed Loreena�s mouth, but managed to poke her in the eye.

�Having trouble getting it in?� One of the other guards said, and the others laughed.

�I�ll bet a gold chip that he can�t get it in on the next try.� Maraal held up the yellow coin. �Who wants in on it?�

There were several takers; including Grizmun himself. Then they grew quiet as Grizmun got set to try again.

This time he bounced off her chin.

�Hold her still,� he growled.

�Be a good loser, � Maraal said, pushing the man aside. �Now it�s my turn; cause I have something for her that just ain�t gonna wait much longer.�

�Go ahead,� Grizmun said. He took a step back, and for a moment Loreena saw the big grin on his face. Then Maraal�s body cut off her view, as he stepped around in front of her. His fingers were still tangled in her hair, and he pushed her backwards as he stepped forward. Again she would have fallen, but his hands held her up as he straddled her shoulders and shoved his limp dick in her mouth.

For a moment she couldn�t imagine what he was trying to do. He was pressing her head into his stomach, forming a seal over her nose so that she had trouble breathing�but his dick was still as soft as bread dough.

Then she felt the warm burst of salty liquid at the back of her throat.

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