Chapter Six

Cat and Mouse

 by Trystl

1

�That�s to much weight,� a male voice said.

Mikki opened her eyes and looked up to find Geot standing above her. �You�re using to much weight,� he repeated. �It�ll ruin your shape.�

�I don�t think the colonel is unhappy with my shape.�

She sat up and looked at him critically. He was looking at her with an appraising eye too.

�I liked the way you looked better when you were supposed to be fat�although I though you were a little skinny even then.�

�Thank you,� she said.

He smiled. �I�ve missed your biting sarcasm.�

�Have you?� She was surprised. �We hardly know each other. How could you miss anything about me?�

�We know each other well enough to eat lunch together don�t we? Or have you sworn off eating too?�

�No, they�ve taken me off my strict diet,� Mikki said with a genuine smile. �That�s what makes working out so much fun!� She reached for a towel and began wiping the sweat from her face. �You didn�t come back to Lospodas just to see me did you?�

�I have business here, remember�but I wanted to see you again, before I left.�

�So, you come her for pleasure too?�

He smiled and looked down the length of her body. When he looked back up his eyes locked with hers; and suddenly Mikki felt hot. She was sure her face was turning red, and she had little doubt what he wanted from her.

His hypnotic eyes held her. She couldn�t look away.

�I liked what I saw the last time,� he said. �I still do.�

Finally she managed to looked away.

She noticed a woman entering the weight room, leading another woman in chains. She recognized both of them. They came regularly, and the woman in chains was forced through a strenuous workout under threat of the whip.

She looked away from the women.

What was it he had said the last time they had met: �this time I came for the same reason everyone else does.� Why did that send such a chill up her spine? Was it because the first time they had met he had taken her to see a torture room? What was he doing in that area and how had he known where it was if he didn�t go there? Was that what he wanted from her?

�I don�t think I�m the kind of girl you want,� Mikki said.

�Maybe not.� He sat down beside her, but it was not an aggressive move. �But then, that�s what lunch is for: so we can get to know each other better and find these things out.�

That surprised her. �You�d have more luck just taking what you want. They have girls for that sort of thing. Besides I�m an escort now. If you want to be with me you�ll have to buy me, and play the game like everyone else.�

�That�s between me and Lospodas,� he said.

She was unsure what he meant.

�I told you before,� he said. �I don�t approve of rape. I don�t want to be with you, unless you want to come. If I paid for you before asking, you�d have no choice. I don�t want to force myself on you like that.�

�What about ...your tastes?�

�What do you know of my tastes?�

She looked away, uncomfortable. �Nothing. I don�t think I want to know.�

He smiled; shrugged. �I suppose your right in a sense,� he said. �But then I expect my tastes are not exactly what you think they are... still, even if they are, I have other more mundane interests that you could help me satisfy.�

�Like what?�

�Stimulating company. Good food. I don�t think you would find either of those things too unpleasant.�

�Just lunch then?�

�For now.� He took her hand, helping her to her feet. �I�ll certainly make no promises to leave it at that forever.� Tucking her arm around his, he walked with her to the shower area which was used communally by men and women. He sat on a bench along the wall, talking to her as she washed; then dressed.

They went to one of Lospodas�s finest dinning rooms: a private chamber where women were not allowed without an escort. Except for one group�three men who were obviously not Lospodas guards, six women who were just as obviously entertainers and two Amorians who might have been entertainers or servants�the room was empty.

Geot and Mikki were served an excellent meal and she ate greedily, listening to Geot talk some more about his business and his home and how his relationships with the other women he knew were less than satisfactory. It was as if he were trying to show Mikki a portrait of his life, trying to convince her that it would be a decent and comfortable existence for her to share.

�It won�t do you any good,� Mikki said at last, when he seemed to run himself down and stopped to take a bite.

�What won�t do any good?�

�Trying to convince me to come with you. If that�s what your doing? I�ll never be able to leave here, you know.�

He laughed kindly. �Is that what you think I was doing?�

She shrugged, suddenly unsure. �It sounded like it.�

�Yes,� he said, smiling as he took another bite of. �I suppose maybe it did. And maybe I was.� He took another bite of his food. �So tell me. Was I convincing�did you want to come with me.

She smiled. �Almost,� she said. �...but wanting it won�t do either of us any good.�

�Oh? And why is that?�

�The colonel would never sell me to you.�

�Why not? Don�t you think I can afford you?�

�It�s not that,� Mikki said, noticing a slight stiffening of Geot�s shoulders, despite the fact that he spoke in the same playful voice as always. �It�s just that the colonel has to keep me here at Lospodas, or he won�t have anything to hold over my sister�s head.�

�Ah!� He seemed to be relieved, or perhaps it was a morbid sort of curiosity. �Then you think that you�re some kind of pawn in a struggle between your sister and the colonel?�

�It�s not really a struggle. It�s more like a game: the colonel�s the cat and my sister and I are the mice.�

Geot chuckled and rubbed his chin as if considering the possibilities. �Perhaps you�re right,� he said lightly. �But there is still today, and the next day, if you�re willing... and the next.�

�I suggest we take one hurtle at a time,� Mikki said.

2

The colonel happened to be watching Mikki and the trader on video. The girl was smarter than he�d given her credit for: smart enough to guess that he would not let Loreena be free of his main hold on her. She still wouldn�t have anywhere else to go, but he wasn�t ready to give up his ace.

Not yet anyway.

But he would let the trader pursue Mikki for a while; it would be interesting to see just what his intentions were. If he knew Geot, the man wasn�t interested in saving Mikki from all of her troubles. He had a few peculiar ideas, but the colonel didn�t think that taking a slave for a wife was one of them. All he wanted was someone to share a few moments with, but if he let Mikki think he had other plans, so much the better.

In truth, it wasn�t likely Geot would be around enough to be much of a romantic influence. Not once the colonel turned Marsan loose on the poor unsuspecting girl. That sly devil could charm a snake out of its skin�and he suspected that Mikki was ripe for a little charming.

It would be interesting to see who came out on top: Marsan or the trader. Either way, the colonel was certain he could turn Mikki�s romantic notions to his advantage.

He smiled. It promised to be an interesting game. A cat and mouse, as Mikki had called it.

She was indeed a bright girl...

3

Loreena and the colonel were standing with Buel along the wall when two guards brought Sondra into the firing range.

Sondra�s arms were behind her back�her elbows pressed together by a leather strap while her wrist were pinned firmly by a metal rod inserted through the manacles that adorned the holes in her wrists. The flesh was healed, but still tender. Except for the addition of a blindfold, a gag and a leather harness, she was naked. The harness had a thick leather strap that cinched tightly around her waist. Two thinner straps circled above and below her breasts. Another longer, strap ran vertically from the breast straps, down to the waist strap; then between her legs and back up�splitting in two as it went over her shoulders. The vertical strap was pulled tight and since it not connected at the back to the waist, it forced Sondra to arch her back, and made her gait stiff and awkward, while the opaque blinder inserted beneath her eyelids, made walking even more precarious.

The guards lead Sondra to a small table that had been laid sideways, so the top of it was nearly perpendicular to the floor; at the base it was connected by a hinge, which allowed it to be turned upright. As the guards backed Sondra up, they pushed her down so that as she squatted she was leaning against the top of the table; then one guard held her arms away from her back, so that as she slid down it became wedged between her arms and back. When she had settled onto the floor, the guards began to lift the table with her on it.

The table took most of her weight, wedging itself further between her arms and body. She tried to help, but trying to use her legs increased the pressure on the vertical strap, making it rasp across her throbbing clit and cut into her already tender flesh. She could feel the bottom edge of the table pressing against the strap and the cheeks of her ass near the small of her back, just below the ridge of her hip bones. Then, with a thump, the table was level, and she was lying on her back, unable to accomplish more than the slightest movement. Her legs hung off one end of the table; her head and shoulders hung from the other.

�Leave her there for a moment,� the colonel said. �I think it�s time that Loreena began to help.� He took Loreena by the wrist, and placed her hand on one of Sondra�s breasts; then, placing his hand over hers, he squeezed her fingers. �She feels nice doesn�t she?�

Loreena nodded reluctantly, but she began to work her fingers on her own as the colonel released her hand.

He began using both hands, running his fingers lightly across Sondra�s ribs. His thumbs caressed deeply into the soft flesh beneath her last rib as he gripped her firmly around the waist�kneading her ticklish muscles. He gripped the fat leather strap and gave it a few gentle tugs; then his hand traced it down to her hairless mound. His palm pressed against the thick black piece of leather with a firm, rhythmic motion.

Suddenly he smacked the inside of her thigh, and Sondra sucked in a sharp breath. Loreena could feel her recoil from the shock of the blow, and watched as she tried to raise her leg. Her position made it a feeble gesture. He slapped her again. Not so hard this time, but closer to her knee, and he began to squeeze the muscle�sinking his fingers deep into her flesh.

When Sondra moaned into her gag, Loreena became aware that she had been biting her nipple. She looked down at the tit and saw that she had left a deep set of teeth marks.

�You can go ahead now,� the colonel told the guards. �Lock down the table and string her up.�

One of the guards dropped eagerly to his knees and began securing the latch at the base of the table. Another took one of Sondra�s legs. Two chains with cuffs were hanging from the ceiling; and lifting her leg he attached one of them to her ankle.

She moaned her pain as the strap between her legs dug into her tender flesh.

�Let Loreena help,� the colonel said, pushing her towards the table. Loreena glanced at Sondra, and saw her head twitch as if in recognition of the colonel�s words. He pushed Loreena again. �Go on,� he said. �The photographers are waiting.�

Reluctantly she grabbed a cuff and clapped it onto Sondra�s ankle as a guard held her foot.

�Now,� the colonel said addressing Loreena. �Describe to Sondra what you see over there.�

There was a buzzing sound as Loreena turned to see where he was pointing. She caught her breath. A sliding wall was slowly moving across the rails and behind it there was a long line of men with guns.

�Men with guns!� Loreena breathed.

�Pellet guns,� the colonel corrected. �High powered, but still simple pellet guns. Now, why don�t you whisper in Sondra�s ear and tell her what you think they�re going to do with those guns.�

Loreena looked over at Sondra, saw the expression on her face, and realized her friend could have no doubt now that she was actually there.

The colonel laughed, and held out his hand. �Better come out of the way, my pet. They�re almost ready to start firing.�

Loreena was helpless to do anything but obey; and as she approached him she heard the first gun fire. An instant later she heard Sondra�s muffled scream, and turned to see the woman�s body straining against her bonds as pain erupted in her foot.

�They�re shooting the bottoms of her feet,� the colonel explained, a cheerful expression on his face as he watched.

Several more guns fired in quick succession.

Sondra bent her knees furiously, but her arms were caught under the far side of the table, and the strap between her leg made even the slightest move a painful effort.

The men slowly cocked their pump action guns, working the levers several times to increase the power. Sondra continued to squirm, and Loreena was surprised to realize that her movements had a distinctly sexual quality.

The men fired again.

Sondra was making herself a more difficult target by moving her feet in a twitching sideways motion, but still the act didn�t seem to be calculated for that purpose. It was simply the effect of her movements, which began to seem more and more like the mindless throes of ecstasy.

After a third round the colonel called a halt and lead Loreena out to inspect Sondra�s feet. The woman was moaning: sounds that could have been from intense pleasure or extreme pain. It was impossible for Loreena to tell.

She held back, afraid to see what had become of Sondra. But the Colonel forced her to look. Most of the pellets had enough force to break the skin and some were actually embedded.

�She may have a little trouble walking for awhile.� He gave her leg a firm slap, and turned to the guards, raising his voice so they would hear him at the other end of the room. �Don�t ignore her legs and ass,� he said. �I don�t want her to be able to sit down in comfort either.�

4

Mikki was surprised by the knock at the door.

She looked up at Loreena, saw the worried expression that was a reflection of her own. Neither of them were expecting anyone, and it was their observation that unexpected visitors were rarely a good thing at Lospodas. It was a change from the routine. Neither of them liked that.

�I�ll get it,� Loreena said.

She walked to the door and opened it. �Can I help you?�

�Hello,� a deep male voice said. �My name is Marsan. I believe the colonel has already spoken to you about me and my role in Mikki�s education as an elite escort for Lospodas. I�ve come to begin her training.� Loreena didn�t move�there was a long pause. �May I come in?�

�Sure,� Loreena said, stepping aside to let the visitor enter the room. He was wearing civilian clothes, not the stylized uniform of a guard as Mikki had expected. He stood, with his hands behind his back, just inside the door as if he were patiently waiting for Loreena to give him a formal introduction, the way a wealthy father would be expected to introduce his daughter to a favored suitor.

Loreena frowned. �Mikki,� she said nodding her head to indicate that she should approach. Reluctantly Mikki did, and when she was standing beside her, Loreena said, �Marsan, this is Mikki.� She turned to Mikki. �He�s come to see you.�

Marsan bowed. �I�m happy to meet you, Mikki.�

Mikki didn�t know what to say. She had never been treated as a nobleman�s lady�she had followed Loreena to Leskral but a few years before she would have reached the age when potential suitors would have begun to call�but she found that she liked it. She just looked at him, a little suspicious, wondering what was going on. He was tall, well built and handsome in a rugged sort of way; and she thought she recognized him. Could he be one of the many guards she had passed in the halls? He wasn�t one of the guards who had worked on her, but there were hundreds of other guards at Lospodas�and there were numerous customers who frequented the compound too: men from outside of Lospodas who were willing to pay for their particular pleasures.

Men like Geot.

She looked at Loreena, seeking help, but her sister only shrugged without comment. When Mikki looked back at Marsan he was smiling, and holding a small box wrapped in red velvet paper.

�I have something for you!� He said.

She took the box, and opened it. Inside was a bundle of the most beautiful material Mikki had ever seen. �It�s beautiful,� she said, gently touching the lacy white material.

�It�s a dress,� Marsan said.

Mikki looked at him in surprise, wondering how anyone could wear anything so delicate without tearing it. Carefully she took the dress out of the box and held it up for a look.

�Couldn�t you afford more material,� Mikki asked.

Marsan smiled. �I�d love to see what it looks like on you.�

�Sorry,� she said, holding out the dress. �It�s not my style.�

To Mikki�s surprise, Loreena reach out and placed a hand over hers. �Go ahead, Mikki,� Loreena said. �Try it on.� She nodded to the other room. �And while you�re at it see if you can fix your face and hair a little.�

For a moment Mikki thought of arguing, but there was something urgent about the way Loreena was looking at her. She knew something Mikki didn�t. At last she nodded, and went to the bathroom.

Loreena turned back to Marsan and shrugged sheepishly. �I�m sorry she�s such a mess, but you caught us both by surprise. I wasn�t expecting you until...�

Fix myself up a little, Mikki thought bitterly, as she closed the door behind her. I�ll fix myself up. She peeled herself out of her clothes and began taking a shower. When she was done she sprayed herself with an all over body spray.

Marsan�s dress was like everything else Mikki had been given to wear: she had to work and wiggle to fit into it. At first she thought of purposely tearing the material, but it was much stronger than it looked, and it stretched to hug her body�the white a stark contrast against her dark complexion.

There was a knock at the door just as she was beginning to fixed her hair. �Aren�t you about done in there,� Loreena called through the door.

�Just about,� Mikki answered with a smug little smile.

After her hair, she began to apply makeup. A small supply of the stuff came with their room, but Mikki had managed to bring in a lot more since she�d been working at the boutique; and was actually learning how to apply it correctly. At first she hadn�t wanted to bother with it, but her friend Fasznil encouraged her, and when she�d seen the effect it had on the men, she�d begun to use it more often without her friend�s prompting.

�I can�t imagine what�s taking her so long,� Loreena was saying as Mikki came out of the bathroom.

Marsan noticed her as he raised his drink, and his eyes widened in surprise. �It was worth the wait,� he said getting to his feet. He came towards her and took her hands in his; standing for a moment to just stare at her.

�Mikki, you look stunning,� Loreena said.

Mikki couldn�t help smiling reluctantly.

She had taken as much time on herself as she could, thinking that it would irritate Marsan if he had to wait. She hadn�t expected it to be such a hit; and she had to admit that it make her feel good to receive such spontaneous praise.

�Are we going somewhere,� Mikki asked.

�Yes,� Marsan said, taking her hand and kissing it in a way that made her blush. �We should be leaving.�

5

They ate at a public dinning room.

Except for the time with Geot, it was the first time she had eaten outside of her room; and as she looked around it suddenly occurred to her how much of a luxury the room service had been.

The dinning room had a cafeteria atmosphere.

She notice one woman who was wearing a mask with a mouth hole that allowed her female escort to feed her. A long dildo gag was laying on the table beside her plate, and her arms were held behind her back by a one armed glove.

They walked through a buffet style line, helping themselves to what they wanted; and Mikki filled her plate until there wasn�t any room left. Her food had been rationed for long enough that she was enjoying being able to splurge.

�You�ll get yourself in trouble if you eat like that every time you go out,� Marsan said when they had taken their seats in a booth.

�Are you going to stop me?�

He shook his head. �No. Your sister�s the one who has to worry about that. She�ll make you pay for it later.�

�You�re a guard, aren�t you?�

He nodded. �The colonel was hoping that you wouldn�t recognize me right away, but I thought you did. I suppose you�re wondering what�s going on?�

Mikki nodded.

�The colonel has decided that you will be an entertainer...�

�What kind of entertainer,� Mikki asked in alarm. She had hear rumors of the men who came to Lospodas and paid to have women supplied for their perverse whims. She touched her breast, remembering the pains of her tortures... but the colonel had promised Loreena that there wouldn�t be any more tortures. Could he have lied to her, just to get his way?

�Your lucky,� Marsan said. �You get to be one of the elite escorts.�

�What�s that mean?�

�Men will come as I did. You�ll escort them to dinner; maybe go dancing, or watch a movie... and then you�ll spend the night with them.�

�What else?�

�Nothing strange. You�re strictly for straight sex, at least for now.�

�Is that what�s going to happen tonight?�

�It is.�

�And tomorrow?�

�That depends on how it goes tonight.� He shrugged. �We will have lunch together tomorrow, and afterwards I will begin your training in the areas where you are lacking.�

�What if I�m not lacking anywhere.�

�Don�t worry about that,� Marsan said. �I can already see that you are. Indeed I suspect that I shall have my work cut out for me this time. Still you will have the mornings free to do as you wish; and when you are ready you will be presented to the clients. If you suit their tastes they will come to me, and I will give you notice. You will then make yourself ready for them when they come. You will not make them wait, as you did me tonight.�

�I only did that because I thought it would irritate you when I took so long,� Mikki said bitterly.

Marsan laughed. �I expected as much. But your ploy may have back fired, because now that I know what you can do with yourself when you want to, I will expect you to always look as good for the client. And I expect you to be ready on time. I�m very serious about that. No keeping them or me waiting from now on.�

�Or what?�

�Or the colonel will be very displeased with your sister.�

6

�They�re ready for you, sir.�

The colonel looked up from the screen and nodded; then turned and followed the dark skinned girl into the adjoining room. Taking a moment to look around, he smiled at what he saw.

Zonda and Valeen, the two muscular women, who had once been Sondra�s body guards, were securely strapped to their chairs which faced the large video screen. Their heads were held firmly in place by harnesses, and their eyes were held open by spring loaded clasps that tucked under the eyelids�top and bottom�forcing them apart.

The colonel put a tape into the player and pressed play.

Sondra�s face filled the screen. A gag was held in her mouth by a head harness. Her eyes were fitted with a pair of white plastic blinders that were wedged under her eyelids�directly against her eyeballs.

As the camera zoomed out, the colonel levered a small control in his pocket, turning on the tasp. The small electrical devise used to triggered the surgically implanted electrodes in the pleasure center of Zonda and Valeen�s brains.

On the screen, the women could now see that Sondra�s arms were bound behind her back. Each wrist was tied to the opposite arm at the elbow. More rope was wrapped tightly around her arms and chest, and the strands above and below her breasts were cinched together with a loop of rope that ran over her shoulders and tied somewhere at the back. Sondra walked stiffly, almost with a limp except that she had difficulty putting weight on both feet instead of just one.

The colonel smiled. He knew she limped because there were numerous tiny pellets embedded in her feet. Her legs and ass had been peppered with wounds as well, but those pellets had been removed after a few days and the wounds had been allowed to heal. The wounds in her feet had healed over too, but the pellets had not been removed first, and her feet were still to tender to do much walking.

And there was perhaps another reason Sondra walked so stiffly: she was being stimulated by her tasp. The colonel knew that the pain in her feet, and the natural tension of waiting for the further torture she knew was coming gave her an indescribable pleasure.

Her tasp was on medium, but he would move it to full strength as her session began.

Already Sondra had learned to love pain; but eventually she would come to feel that she could not live without its constant presence. Just as Zonda and Valeen, the women who had been her protectors, would learn to love giving that pain to Sondra.

Loreena and a guard were leading Sondra towards an apparatus that looked something like a saw horse, except that it was sturdier and a little higher off the ground. The cross beam was cut at an angle so that it formed a sharp edge, dulled only by a gentle sanding to prevent slivers. In the center of the wedge�mounted on an ingenious hinge that allowed it to bend forward and backwards, but not sideways�was a large dildo made of a special type of ice.

Loreena was describing loudly what was waiting for Sondra, just as the colonel had instructed her to do�but he was surprised by the enthusiasm of her monologue. Her speech was slurred and he wondered just how smashed she had gotten to help work up her nerve, but the things she said couldn�t have been better if he had written them himself. Their vivid completeness had the perfect effect on Sondra, she struggled vainly against her guard�s firm hold.

Loreena was a further surprise when she gripped her former friend by a nipple and tugged her forward with fingernails.

�We need you over here,� Loreena was saying. �So we can attach these cuffs to your ankles. A pulley motor will then lift you in the air, and Jamyn and I will guide you down onto this monster.� She reached out and touched the white, pillar of ice with her free hand. Where she stroked it, the ice began to melt, forming a slick, syrupy surface.

�Oh my, it�s cold!� She said, releasing Sondra�s breast and bending down to secure her ankles in the cuffs hanging from the pulley ropes. �And it must be almost a full two inches thick! I wonder how long that will take to melt? And can you imagine how it�s going to feel after it�s been inside you for a few minutes.� Reaching up she touched Sondra�s hairless mound. �Of course, I don�t think you�ll get off that soon. No I�m afraid you�ll have to ride this little pony until its completely melted.�

She reached for Sondra�s other ankle. �I wonder how many hours that will take? Of course the good side is that being so cold, you�ll be all but numb down there; you won�t hardly feel a thing from this wedge.�

Sondra made a sound into her gag that sounded like she was calling Loreena a bitch, but the girl didn�t seem to notice.

Finishing with the cuff she patted Sondra on the side of the leg with a firm slap. �Of course,� she said stopping as if to consider. �The outside of you wont be frozen so maybe you will feel it. You�ll let me know afterwards, won�t you.�

The pulley motor began to wind in the ropes, and Sondra�s legs began to pull apart. She growled a bitter complaint into her gag. Then, as was typical of her, she was quiet.

The ropes began to rise, slowly forcing her feet off the ground. Sondra tried to keep her legs together, but the ropes were at an angle pulling her feet out, and Jamyn�the guard who had been supporting Sondra around the waist�had kneeled down, and was using the force of his weight to hold Sondra down. Her feet suddenly spread wide in a split. She gasped, then her knees buckled and bent, bringing her ankles up along her thighs. When Sondra�s legs were supporting her full weight, Jamyn removed his arms from around her waist, and once again his hand were used only to keep her from toppling over.

Reaching down Loreena slipped her fingers gently between Sondra�s lips.

�Let me get you hot,� she said, rubbing gently. �I want you to be able to melt that thing. After all, I can�t take my nap until you�re done.�

Sondra rose into the air until she was high enough, then the crank stopped. Loreena moved behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. The other hand was still working on Sondra: rolling her fingers back and forth over her clit until Sondra began to respond to the attention with a reluctant motion.

Jamyn pulled over the horse, until it was directly beneath Sondra; then he locked the wheels and the Pulley began to lower.

Loreena spread Sondra�s lips in anticipation of her impalement�but as the tip of the ice press into her hot tender crevice, the older woman tensed, and gasp. She straightened her legs and managed to push herself up a few inches.

Loreena wrapped her arms around Sondra�s waist, weighing her down; as Jamyn pulled on her feet, slowly forcing them out into a split position. Together they forced Sondra to bend her knees again or be lowered anyway; and she wouldn�t be able to hold herself above the cold rod for long, since the ropes were still dropping away beneath her. She chose to bend her legs, and sank with a bruising jar onto the tip of the thick, icy rod, the cold mass spreading her engorged lips.

The camera zoomed in for a super close-up as Sondra slowly sank deeper. The long white rod became a little wider as she sank and sank, plunging it steadily further and further inside her trembling body�until the reddened lips neatly filled the screen. The motor on the ropes had slowed, prolonging the penetration; and as the ice pulled against Sondra�s flesh, it seemed to drag at her clit. It was a visible and throbbing node, pressed against the ice�disappearing and reappearing, like a fishing float bobbing on the water.

At last she reached the bottom.

Loreena was still holding Sondra�s lips apart so that the thin wedge of the horse settled heavily into the tender flesh between them.

The camera panned up, widening its view as it went. Sondra�s mouth was open so wide her lips were pulled slightly away from the ball gag. She drew in a faint wheezing breath between her teeth.

�Does it hurt,� Loreena asked in a mocking, whiny voice. She rubbed her hand over Sondra�s stomach, pressing down. Then he slapped her fingers several times against Sondra�s mound where it rested against the horse. �My, my, but it�s making you hot�I guess it must feel awfully good.� She slapped Sondra hard enough to make a soft smacking sound.

Sondra rocked forward, gasping as the motion forced her weight onto tender new areas.

�That�s it, keep moving,� Loreena advised. �That way you�ll keep generating enough friction to melt that massive thing inside you. Otherwise it might freeze to your insides; stick to your skin. Who knows what permanent damage that might do?� She slapped Sondra�s mound a few more times when the woman didn�t keep moving. �Actually our friend here is made of a special water based formula that freezes at a higher temperature. That means it isn�t as cold as real ice. And it�s especially susceptible to friction. The more you move the faster it will melt�and more importantly, the warmer it�s lubrication will be�but if you don�t move it is cold enough to literally freeze your little twat!�

Loreena sighed. �Still not going to move, huh? That�s a shame; because now I have to give you a little motivation�and believe me you�re not going to like this.�

She left the view of the camera, and came back after a moment with a wide, looped strap of leather. She showed it to Sondra, then struck the older woman hard across the lower part of her stomach. She flinched despite herself.

�You should thank me when this is over,� she said, striking Sondra across the small of the back, just below the square of her bound arms.

As Loreena continued slapping�concentrating on Sondra�s breast, stomach and legs�Jamyn moved to Sondra�s back and began tying a cord to the ropes that encircled her chest and arms. It was long enough for him to attached it to a metal spring that was hanging on the wall. It looked a little like the spring on a screen door, and had just enough tension that it force Sondra to arch her back and strain to keep herself from toppling over backwards.

When the cord was secure, Loreena set the whip down and began sucking on one of Sondra�s nipple�tonguing it until it was a hard little nub in her mouth. Then she bit it with her teeth, stretching the breast out so Jamyn could wrap a piece of string around it and tie it off with a knot.

She turned her attention to the other nipple, and when Jamyn had it tied off, she took the strings and gave a few playful tugs.

Jamyn held up an odd looking clamp.

�That,� Loreena said. �Is called a piercing clamp. You�ll notice how this needle moves when Jamyn turns the screw here. Now,� she said as she gave one of the strings to Jamyn. �What he does is thread this string...� She flicked the one she still held with her fingernail, causing Sondra�s breast to vibrate, �...Right through the holes in the clamp... as you can see, that positions the needle right over the nipple and keeps you from moving when we start to drill.�

Jamyn demonstrated as she spoke, sliding the string through the holes in the clamp and turning the screw until the needle pressed firmly against her flesh. A small drop of blood formed as the tip broke her skin.

They repeated the process on Sondra�s other nipple, but this time Jamyn didn�t stop when the clamp was snug. He keep turning the cork screw threads as the needle bit into her flesh.

The video screen split into two images: one zooming in on the clamp as it broke the skin and a thick flow of blood began to trickle down Sondra�s breast. The other focused on her face, which expressed obvious pain, but also something that suggested an intense sort of pleasure.

Suddenly Sondra screamed into her gag and rocked wildly�unable to stand the sensations any longer. She jerked forward, pulling against the spring loaded cord at her back; but she didn�t get far before it was tugged her back with more force than she could hold.

�It would have been so much nicer if you�d have keep moving on your own,� Loreena hissed as she caught Sondra around the waist. The older woman was slippery and clammy with sweat. Loreena brought her up right again, and keep holding her�whispering softly in her ear, and rocking slowly back and forth, as Jamyn began turning the other screw.

When the needles of both clamps were secured as tight as they would go, Loreena tied cords to them while Jamyn went to get a small, wheeled table with a small machine on it. He locked the table�s wheels, and attached the cords from the clamps to an arm of the machine. Then he set some switches, and turned the machine on.

A wheel began to spin, gaining speed.

When it was up to full speed, he slipped it into gear, and the arm he had tied the strings to, began to move slowly. It pulled at the clamps, stretching Sondra�s breasts as it pulled her forward against the resistance of the spring. It forced her to lean forward�shifting the position of her weight.

Suddenly the arm sprang back�releasing the tension on Sondra�s breasts. The spring loaded rope forced her back the other way. Sondra fought it�gasping a ragged breath, as the cold lump moved inside her; and the wedge she sat on, sawed at her tender flesh. The clamps ripped at her breasts as they caught her before she could fall over backwards. Blood dripped down each breast.

Loreena reached over and brushed a tear from Sondra�s eye. A moment later the machine�s forward motion was stretching her breasts again.

�Try not to fight it,� Loreena said, patting Sondra on a hip that was hot and damp with sweat.

 7

Loreena wanted to flee from the room, but she forced herself to walk. She even nodded to Jamyn and smiled.

�I�m looking forward to working with you again,� she said.

 She didn�t hear his response. They went their separate ways down the hall, leaving Sondra to the horse and machine and the hours of torture they would provide.

Keeping the enthusiasm, and the damned smile on her face had been the hardest things Loreena had ever done�even with the help of those little pills she liked to take: the ones that left her feeling all euphorically numb.

Now the pills were wearing off, bringing their own depression and panic to add to Loreena�s own. Only the fear of blowing the one chance she was working for, had keep her from breaking down before she reached her room.

Calmly she closed and locked the door.

Only then did she run to the bed and throw herself down, burying her face in the fat silky pillows. She didn�t sob. Being forced to hold back for so long, it was something she didn�t need to do; but she felt the wetness of tears on her eyes and she welcomed them. In a few moments her eyes would dry and she would get up and fix herself a stiff drink�but for now she was content to feel her shame. Let it wash over her and reaffirm her resolution to follow the course she had decided to take.

...The idea had begun when Mikki said she wished they could both run away.

The more Loreena thought about it, the more she began to realize that this was the only way. She couldn�t ask Mikki to commit suicide with her, her sister still had a chance of returning to Leskral and the women�s movement where she could live a full life again. There she would be free of being owned, free of the threat of torture, free to walk where she chose without being covertly followed or openly lead by guards.

Loreena was willing to give herself up to the justice of Leskral if she could save Mikki. Freeing her sister would make everything else she had done a little less despicable. Her sacrifice would not have been in vain; and she would be able to die free of the colonel�s manipulations.

She was ready to die.

The mere thought of it was enough to make her smile.

But death could not claim her tonight. Not while Mikki was still a prisoner of Lospodas. She took another long swallow of her drink, and stood up, walking to the door.

Imbella had invited her to another party; and she had promised to be there would be plenty to drink. Maybe it would even be enough that Loreena wouldn�t have to think about anything but having a good time.

 8

The first thing Mikki became aware of was the dead sensation in her arm. When she tried to move she felt Marsan�s head resting on her shoulder. His body was pressing warm and close: one leg draped over hers and one arm laying on her chest.

Steady breathing indicated that he was asleep, and she did not want to wake him. His skin felt warm and comforting against her; and the musty scent of him, while not a clean smell, was pleasantly strong.

It brought back memories of the night before: and these were almost as sweet as it had been the first time.

Thinking back on it, Mikki was surprised at how unexpectedly gentle Marsan had been. She was still sore from her brutal sexual encounter with the colonel a few days earlier, and so she had been grateful for his slow casual method. He was a considerate lover, seeming to take more pleasure from her response to him than anything else. Working her slowly, like a musician playing his instrument, he led her to a place she had never been before�and as her orgasm broke over her in a long incredulous wave, she suddenly discovered that sex was something totally different than she thought it was. Something utterly more wonderful than she could have imagined.

She didn�t want to leave the comfort of his embrace, but her arm was starting to complain ever louder. If she didn�t do something now the pain of recovering her circulation would only be worse; so she removed his arm from on top of her chest, unwrapped her leg from his, and gently began to slip her arm out from under his head.

The pins and needles began to tingle even before she managed to get her arm free, and by the time she was clear it was worse. She rubbed her arm and clenched her fist as the overload of sensations slowly began to subside.

�Sleepy arm?�

Mikki turned and saw that Marsan was sitting up in the bed, watching her.

�You used my arm for a pillow.�

�And a comfortable one it was,� he said. His beautiful, soft eyes sparkled with mischief; and Mikki felt inexplicably warm inside.

�I�m glad one of us was comfortable,� she said with a smile. �Are you ready for breakfast?�

Marsan nodded, then went to take a shower while she cooked. By the time he came out of the shower she had two plates set at the table, and the smell of bacon filled the air. Marsan sat down and took one slice of bacon and one egg. He took one bite of each, then pushed his plate away and stood up.

�You don�t like it?� Mikki asked anxiously.

�It�s not bad,� Marsan said. �But you can still use a little coaching. Myself I never eat breakfast. But a lot of men like a woman to cook for them in the morning.�

�Then this was like a test!�

�I told you yesterday that it was.�

�So,� Mikki said bitterly. �How did I do?�

�Well, your table manners are atrocious, you dance like you�ve got two left feet and you fuck like a virgin.�

Mikki was stunned. She could feel her face burning hotly and didn�t have any idea what to say�she closed her mouth and looked down at the table. Suddenly she wasn�t very hungry. She started picking up the dishes, and clearing the table.

�Of course,� Marsan said. �Your table manners are a product of your upbringing; a few lessons and some practice should improve them. I don�t imagine you had much opportunity for dancing at Leskral. We�ll remedy that with lessons starting today. As for fucking, it seems to me that you came to me a virgin�so it�s not surprising that...�

�I�m not a virgin,� Mikki snapped, tossing a plate into the sink full of soapy water. It splashed her down the front of her bare legs. She dropped another plate into the water and it clanked against the first.

Marsan came up behind her, and slipped his arm around her waist. �Did you enjoy yourself last night?�

She jumped as if his touch burned, and pushed his hand away. Not very hard though, and when he didn�t let go of her she leaned into him. His hand brushed across the wet spot on her bare leg.

�It was all right,� she admitted.

Marsan laughed. �Have you ever felt like that before?�

She didn�t answer.

�No.� Marsan said, answering for her.

Now his hand was sliding over her slick thigh, and pressing down on her pubic mound.

�Last night,� he said. �Was the first time you truly enjoyed having sex. So in my book you were still a virgin. Your sexuality was asleep,� His finger brushed ever so lightly against her pubic hair. �Now you are awake. You have passed through that mysterious gate and started down a new path.� His fingers pressed harder against her mound, and slipped between her legs. She rocked to meet his fingers, and he slipped them inside her. �We will travel quickly now,� Marsan said, brushing against her clit. �But it will be a glorious journey.�

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