Chapter Seven

Sexual Training

 by Trystl

Mikki hung loosely from the crossbar on the weight machine, resting for a moment before she began her last set. She liked the way her body felt when her arms and legs were pumped up like this. Even though she was tired, it gave her a feeling of strength and confidence�she didn�t feel as if everything was so totally out of her control. It felt good for purely physical reasons too. She liked the way her muscles burned when she forced them to their limits, and the euphoric rush that swept over her. She liked the slick feel of her naked body when it was covered with a light sheen of drying sweat. She turned her head, sucking on her arm for its salty flavor; feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her lips.

It made her think of Marsan and the way he had kissed her the night before. She wondered when he would come for her. It was still more than an hour before noon, but she was tired of waiting.

She exhaled. This would be her last set she decided. Then she would go find Marsan and see what was keeping him.

Curling her legs up under her, she let her body sink to the floor, and felt the soft fibers of the carpet on her bare legs and ass. She took a deep breath, pulled the cross bar�with its weight of seventy pounds�down to her chin. Her arms pressed against her nipples as she touched her nose with her knuckles; and imagined that it was Marsan touching her.

She counted to herself. Down: one, two. Up: one, two, three, four. By the third repetition a fresh coat of perspiration was breaking on her brow. By the sixth, she was feeling a pleasant burn in her muscles; tightness in her arms and sides. By the eighth, she was straining; and as sometimes happened; she could feel a curious, but not unpleasant tingle growing in her chest and between her legs. It was the same tingle she felt when she held her breath to long, not exactly sexual in quality, but seeming to radiate from the same general source.

That tingle was what she worked for.

After a few more reps, she let the weights settle into their slot in the machine and picked up her towel, pressing it against her face to take up the sweat.

�You should still be using less weight!�

Mikki looked up and smiled when she saw Marsan. �I�ve already cut back quite a bit,� she said.

�You could stand to drop at least ten or twenty more pounds. Do more reps if you have to. That will build up the definition without increasing your bulk.�

�Are you still afraid I�m going to get big and bulky like a man?� She laughed

�If that�s what you want?� He shrugged. �It does no good to tell you anything, does it? You never listen to me!�

�That�s not exactly true,� she said, getting to her feet.

Marsan looked at her sharply and she smiled at him to show that her words were meant in good humor. Secretly the idea of having big bulky muscles appealed to Mikki; but she would never tell Marsan that. Instead she leaned forward to kiss him.

He pulled back, still scowling at her.

�Oh, Marsan. Don�t be that way. You wanted me to cut back on my weights, and I have. I never lift for power anymore; I�ve significantly reduced the weight on all of my exercises.� She leaned forward again and kiss him; and when he let her she pressed her bare body against the soft fabric of his clothes. �I did it all for you,� she said. �I wouldn�t have done it for anyone else.�

�You can�t con me,� he said. �You�ve more than made up for it by increasing the number of sets and repetitions you do.�

�I thought that was an improvement! You just said so yourself.�

Marsan shook his head. �I find your querulous manner attractive,� he said, pushing her away from him. �But it�s a dangerous line to walk. You�re lucky Colonel Baisurd is your fieflord, but it�s still going to get you into trouble if your not more careful of how and when you use it.�

�I�m sorry,� Mikki said contritely.

�You should always be like this.� Marsan took her chin in his hand and raised her head a little so that he could look into her eyes.

�I try to be,� Mikki said.

�That�s not good enough.� Marsan shook his head. �I suspect the problem is that you think we are lovers.� He pressed his finger against her lips to silence her. �On a physical level it�s true enough. But on an emotional level: I am your teacher; and you are my student. You are not the first and you will not be the last. And despite what my feelings for you are, my duty as a teacher come first.�

�I know that,� Mikki said sulkily.

Marsan looked at her for a long moment. So long that she began to feel a little uncomfortable.

�Good,� he said at last. �Then we are ready to begin your real training. Make yourself pretty tonight.�

�Why,� Mikki asked suspiciously.

�I�ve taught you the secret places within yourself,� he said. �Now you must learn to reach those secret places in others, and to do that you must be with a lot of different men.�

�Then I�m to spend the night with someone else?�

Marsan nodded. �You will find that most men are not like me. They are lazy, and want you to do all the work; but that doesn�t mean they are all the same. You must be with different men so you can learn to know what each of them wants. Now,� he said, slapping Mikki on the ass, hard enough to make her jumped�although it was as much from surprise as pain. �Go take your shower. I�m hungry and we can talk about this over lunch. Tonight your training begins in earnest.�

2

�Would you like to remove them?�

Loreena felt ill as the colonel handed her the tweezers, and nodded to the pellets embedded in Sondra�s feet. Her legs rested in stirrups similar to those used by an obstetrician except that her ankles were held tightly in place by padded metal clamps, and her legs were tightly bound to the railing at the knees. She could move her leg no more than a few centimeters in any direction. Movement of her feet was further prevented by a string looped around each of her big toes, and attached to the ankle clamps. Ropes bound Sondra�s arms behind her back; a leather belt cinched her waist and a strap bit into the flesh between her legs.

She moaned into her gag, and looked up at Loreena, her eyes cold and accusing.

Loreena forced herself to smile, then moved in for a closer examination of Sondra�s swollen soles. Many of the wounds, although red with infection, were completely closed over, with the pellets still inside. Others were still open and weeping a nasty looking yellowish puss.

�Do you have something for me to cut them out with?�

�Look at your tweezers,� the colonel said.

The ends of both prongs were filed to sharp cutting edges.

Loreena licked her lips nervously, but forced herself to nod without pause�ignoring the slight trembling of her fingers and the nausea in her stomach. She pressed one tong of the tweezers against one of the lumps in Sondra�s feet, slicing deeply, because she didn�t want to seem timid.

Loreena�s heart lurched at the sounds, but she ignored the vicarious pain, and began digging into her old friend�s flesh for the offending pellet. As she dug�slicing away the flesh that had begun to bond itself to the pellets in an attempt to heal�she began to wonder, not for the first time, if Sondra was groaning in pain or moaning in a sort of pleasure.

She watched Sondra as she pried another pellet out of her foot. The woman gasped; arching her back and moving her hips in a sexual way that forced the leather between her legs to rub unnecessarily. Her face was a mask of pain, but her body language was without a doubt very sexual, and her voice was now, very definitely, tinted with the sound of pleasure.

Loreena�s hands were shaking and she was taking quick, short breaths. She forced herself to relax, took deeper breaths. She daubed a towel in a solution of alcohol and supraesthetic, and firmly wiped the thick flow of blood from Sondra�s foot.

When she could see what she was doing again, she made another incision, and began digging for the next pellet.

By the time all the pellets were removed, the towel was stained bright red, and Sondra�s feet were a bloody mass of raw flesh.

The colonel motioned for guards to come collect Sondra. They released her legs, removed the strings that held her toes; and forced her to her feet. When she threatened to collapse they offered just enough support to prevent it, and lead her, moaning and gasping, from the room�a tracking a trail of smeared blood behind her.

Loreena waited patiently for her dismissal, but the colonel turned to her. �I�d like you to follow me to my office, if you don�t have other plans,� he said.

It was apparently not a command, and Loreena�s surprise was obvious.

�Of course,� she said following him.

When he had entered his office and closed the door, he leaned against his desk, reaching out for her hand; and when she gave it to him, he gently pulled her closer. �You�ve become quite a generous little helper,� he said, running his hand up the inside of her thigh.

�I�ve tried to be as you want me,� Loreena agreed, forcing herself to relax her legs and open herself to him.

�Mmmm,� the colonel nodded thoughtfully as he dipped his fingers into the folds between Loreena�s legs. She was dry�not ready for him; but she didn�t protest... she even smiled at his advances and pressed her hips forward in a simulation of readiness.

�Perhaps a little to hard,� he said.

Her eyes widened with a hint of alarm. �I�m sorry if I�ve...�

�Not at all,� the colonel cut her off. �But I wonder what your motives are for this remarkable change of heart?�

Loreena took a deep breath and seemed to contemplate her answer for a long moment. �I�ve suppose I�ve simply come to terms with the facts,� she explained at last. �I have no where else to go. I have to make my way here, at Lospodas; and I�ve learned that the best way to do that is to make sure I�m the one giving out punishment, instead of receiving it.�

�Then you don�t enjoy the things I ask you to do? Including this?� And he wedged his hand more firmly between her legs.

She flinched but didn�t move away from him.

�Some of the things you ask are less pleasant than others,� she said. �But your rewards are generous, and...I have become accustomed to them. I would not want to give you reason to take them away!�

�You think I need a reason.�

Again she took her time answering. �It�s like you said: I have things you want. You have things I want. If neither of us is... hurt by the others desires, why shouldn�t we prosper from one another?�

The colonel smiled.

He was surprised to find that he actually believed her! Perhaps she really had accepted the necessity of her situation, and was making the best of it�although her head was a few steps ahead of her heart. In time, her heart would come around to her mind�s way of thinking.

�And would you let me fuck you? Would you lay on your back pretending to enjoy it, even though I can feel that your cunt is dry and I know that you aren�t ready?�

�If that�s what you want.�

�It isn�t,� the colonel said. �Oh, I enjoy taking from some.� He thought of Mikki sitting impaled on his lap. �But from you I want more. Much more!

�In public, or when the cameras are on,� he said. �I expect you to hide your feelings if they aren�t completely enthusiastic. But when we�re alone I don�t want you to hide anything! Is that understood?�

�Yes.�

�Good.� He stroked her legs gently again; and was pleased to note that she still did not pull away from him. �I�ve a small favor to ask, if you�d be willing to do it.�

Loreena�s lips flickered with the briefest smile. Was it relief? Had she recognized that this was a test, and did she know that she had passed. She would soon if she didn�t now; for along with greater rewards there would be more responsibility and work. Already she had taken over a few of the smaller chores that used to be the work of his other favorites.

Still the colonel hadn�t become the powerful man that he was by taking chances. He would never trust Loreena completely; and there would be many more tests ahead for her. If she were faking, he would find out soon enough. It didn�t matter to him: either way he would get what he wanted from her.

�I�d be happy to do whatever you need,� she said.

�I�ve planned for a public display of several women, including Sondra and the other women you were instrumental in capturing. I would like you to be there to help greet the various dignitaries who will attend, and to assist the guards with the various demonstrations that they will be performing for our entertainment.�

Loreena nodded her willingness, no longer trying to hide her lingering reluctance. He wondered if she would always have it. It lent her a curious sort of attraction, that he was finding more and more appealing.

�There�s no rush,� he said, �but sometime today I want you to take some of my notes to Buel, so he can plan the most effective presentation.� The colonel pursed his lips as if considering. �Buel tells me that you�ve worked well with him in the past. He says you have a deviously inventive mind when your pressed for suggestions.� He paused again. �Buel is in charge of every aspect of this... party that I�ve planned. It�s a huge task, and I�m sure he�ll need a great deal of help. You might ask him if he would like your assistance.�

�I will,� Loreena said, taking the few pages of notes he handed her with another fleeting smile.

�I�m sure you�ll do very well,� he said, caressing her smooth skin again, before gently pushing her towards the door.

3

Loreena headed for the dungeon supply room.

It was in the basement of the south wing, next to the workrooms where most of the leather, wood and metal needs of Lospodas were manufactured. Loreena had been there several times to pick up things for the colonel, so they knew her and would give her small item without a requisition; or she could sign out more expensive item for short periods.

The shortest route took her through the gym and past several physical training rooms; and seeing them made her think of her sister and the strange change that had come over her. Anymore Mikki seemed to be addicted to these places�in fact Loreena had found this shortcut one day while looking for her. Now she used it often, but not for the same purpose that Mikki did.

Turning a corner, she passed a glass window front, and saw a group of women dancing. She stopped to watch them for a moment; and it was nice to watch them sweating as they danced. There was something rather erotic about they way their bodies glistened as they moved.

Suddenly Loreena realized that Mikki was among them, and wondered how she had overlooked her for so long. Her sister was in the front: the row reserved for the best students.  Perhaps that was what had thrown her. Loreena hadn�t even realized that Mikki could dance, let alone that she was good at it.

Loreena watched her leap in perfect time with the instructor�if not with all the other students. Her short, black hair fluttered into her face as she turned her head sharply and kicked her foot gracefully into the air above her head.

She really is good, Loreena thought with surprise.

It was as if she were seeing her sister for the first time. They had seen so little of each other in the past few months that Loreena had not paid attention to how Mikki�s body was changing. Standing among the other women, she seemed taller. She had lost the last traces of baby fat, and was becoming very much a woman, still a lot heavier than Loreena�who was quite thin�but on Mikki�s heavier bone structure it looked right. The weight had turned to firm muscle, sleek with power and a touch of grace.

She�s no longer a little girl... hasn�t been for some time.

For a moment Loreena glowed with pride.

�Which one are you watching, Leena?�

Loreena turned towards the sound of the voice, and smiled at her friend Imbella Rissum. �The dark haired girl in the front.�

�Oh, yes.� Imbella said, licking her lips in an excessive show of appreciation. �She�s very nice. Talented too. Have you meet her yet? Or are you still just window shopping?�

�I�ve meet her,� Loreena said. �She�s my sister.�

�Oh,� Imbella said. �Beauty runs in the family! But she must not take after the same parent that you do.�

�So Bella, what brings you down this way?�

Imbella grinned mischievously. �Would you mind if I said your sister?�

Loreena shrugged. �I wouldn�t be jealous if that�s what you mean? She�s a big girl. But I wasn�t aware that you knew her.�

�I don�t. I�m still just window shopping too.�

Loreena laughed. �I was going to the supply room. Care to accompany me?�

�Have you got time to grab a bite to eat afterwards; and then let me invite you over to my apartment.�

�Sounds tasty;� Loreena said, intentionally using one of Imella�s favorite expressions. �But I�ve only got about an hour. Do you mind if we skip the eating part.�

...When they reached the supply room Loreena asked for a set of Ben Wa balls and a butterfly vibrator built into a pair of panties. Before reporting to Buel, she would insert the balls and slip into the panties.

�For a friend?� Imbella asked when the stock girl had gone to search for Loreena�s demands.

�No. They�re for me.�

�Oh!� Imbella grinned wickedly. �Here I thought you were such a conservative girl, Leena. And all this time you�ve been holding out on me.�

Loreena sighed feeling a sudden heaviness of spirit that she didn�t want to show her friend. �You could say I plan to go into training. If I�ve got to do something anyway, I might as well learn to enjoy it as much as I can. I thought these might help. A little conditioning, sort of like a tasp.�

�You sound more and more like a girl after my own heart.�

�It�s self defense,� Loreena said. �I think my colonel�s taken an unusual interest in me, if you get my meaning.�

�So you�re his favorite new play thing, eh?� Imbella asked, her eyes sparkling with delight.

�It�s not quite like that,� Loreena laughed.

Imbella shook her head, obviously not believing Loreena. �I�ve never had that kind of problem. I�m one of Colonel Branchard�s favorite pets because he has a voyeuristic thing for women. He loves it when I find girls to bring back to my rooms.

Loreena�s eyes widened. �Is that why you�re taking me there? Is he waiting in your room to watch us?

�Doesn�t it simply make your skin tingle?�

The stock girl came back with Loreena�s requests; pushed a paper and pen in front of her.

�Have you made tapes of us before?� Loreena asked as she leaned over to sign her name at the bottom of the page.

�Of course,� Imbella said. �You don�t mind?�

Loreena shrugged. �I guess not. It isn�t like there aren�t tapes being made of us everywhere we go?�

When the stock girl had taken her receipt, they turned and headed down the hall, Imbella leading the way to her room. �What about your colonel?� She asked. �What is it that he likes?�

�Lets just say that he�s started touching me in a more intimate way,� Loreena said. �I think it�s some kind of test or something. To see if I�m really excited when I pretend to be. �

�Does it work?� Imbella asked.

�Well, it�s hard to fake being excited,� Loreena said. She held up her newly acquired supplies. �That�s what this stuff is for. The colonels use the tasp to condition women by electrically triggering the pleasure centers of their brain. I�ll be doing the same thing, only I�ll be stimulating the pleasure centers of my body to achieve the conditioning.�

�Such a practical girl,� Imbella said. �It might even work!�

�One of these times, when he puts his hands between my legs after I�ve helped him with a session, he�ll find that I�m all hot and wet.�

Imbella had suddenly stopped, so Loreena stop too, waiting for her. �That�s a dangerous road,� Imbella said with uncharacteristic seriousness. �Be careful. You may find yourself feeling things that you never wanted to feel.�

Loreena reached out and took her friend�s hand. �Shut up, Bella. Let�s just go get naked, and make your colonel happy.�

Imbella smiled. �That�s enough to make me happy,� she said.

4

Buel was happy to accept Loreena�s help.

They discussed arrangements briefly, then he went with her to check up on one of the women he was in the middle of training. She was being conditioned to endure prolonged periods of sexual stimulation.

�She�s a very good subject,� Buel said, guiding Loreena through a part of the Lospodas mansion where she had not yet been. �She was already a nymphomaniac, capable of sustaining prolonged multiple orgasms; but we�ve been pushing her to unusual extremes. So far she has responded well, but we are trying to eliminate her need for the tasp in order to maintain a nearly indefinite period of receptivity.

�This is a critical period for her,� he said. �She�s being monitored, of course, but she really should be checked in person about every fifteen or thirty minutes. Obviously I don�t have the time, especially not now with everything else that�s going on. If you wouldn�t mind helping to check in on her it would be an immense help. I have others who are helping, but I need more to complete my schedule. Especially intelligent, reliable people! Her conditioning could be jeopardized if she were left on beyond her ability to endure.�

�No problem. I don�t mind helping.�

�Good,� Buel said, grinning mischievously. �You may enjoy seeing her anyway. I hear she was a friend of yours.�

�Oh,� Loreena said without emotion.

�Her name is Shaila. I believe she was Sondra�s little toy before you helped us bring them in.�

�Yes she was,� Loreena said. She didn�t mention that Shaila and her had also shared some intimate moments.

5

Marsan came for Mikki in the morning.

Desnel, the man she had spent the night with, ignored the knock on the door: to busy eating the breakfast Mikki had cooked for him to bother with anything else.

Mikki thought about slipping into the evening dress she had worn the night before, but then decided against it. Recently she had begun to feel most comfortable wearing nothing at all; and only put clothes on when she went out.

Marsan greeted her at the door with a kiss that took her breath away. His hands ran up and down the length of her bare body, gently caressing her; and Mikki couldn�t bring herself to pull away from him in spite of herself.

�What was that for,� Mikki said when he released her.

�I�m proud of you,� he said. �I was worried about last night! I didn�t think you would be so willing�but you surprised me.�

�I did it out of spite,� Mikki said peevishly.

�Good,� Marsan answered, taking her hand.

�Is this my reward?� Mikki asked as he led her back to the table.

�That comes later.� He sat down beside Desnel, who was still eating and appeared to be ignoring them.

�Well?� Marsan said. �How was she?�

�She doesn�t have the faintest idea what to do with her mouth.� Desnel said, sparing a glance for Marsan. �She sucks cock like she�s trying to lick a lollipop. But she does make the nicest sounds. You wont have to teach her that!�

�So I�ve noticed,� Marsan said. He glanced at Mikki and gave his head a subtle shake when he saw that her face was getting red with anger. �We�ll work on the lollipop problem, won�t we Mikki?�

�I�m sure we will,� she said through clenched teeth.

They continued to discussed Mikki�s sexual techniques, going into obscure details she hadn�t imagined; and it was all she could do to remain silent while they talked about her.

By the time they were done she was considering never making love with anyone every again. Especially Marsan!

�You must learn not to take criticism so personally,� Marsan said when he closed the door to his room. �After all there were a lot of positive things that he said about you as well as the negative things. And the negative things we will correct.�

She sat down without answering.

He took an object from his pocket and handed it to her.

�What�s this,� she asked.

�Something to practice on,� he said. �Stick it in your mouth.�

She put the tip of the object in her mouth. It looked a little like a long, smooth finger made of a soft, malleable plastic, with a loop of string at one end.

Marsan reached over and took it from her mouth. �Take a deep breath,� he said.

She did.

�This time,� he said placing his finger under her chin and raising it up a little. �Take a deep breath, and cut it off in mid-stream.�

When she did this, Marsan began to stroke her throat. �This is called opening your throat,� he said. Then he put the plastic finger back into her mouth and she closed her lips around it.

�Keep your throat open,� he said; pushing the finger deeper into her mouth.

When it reached the back of her tongue she began to choke; and he took it out. �I want you to practice putting that down your throat, for fifteen minutes every morning and another fifteen minutes every evening�until you can take it all the way down, like a sword sallower. With practice you will find it less irritating when something touches the back of your throat. Soon, I�ll give you one that is a little thicker.�

She swallowed and her throat was sore. How would she ever learn to take the full length of it in her mouth?

Marsan didn�t give her long to ponder on that. He placed his hand between her legs, making a fist at the knees. �Push your legs together,� he said.

She did.

He placed his other hand on her stomach, a little below the navel. �Did you feel your muscles tightening here?� He moved his hand down to her crotch and gently pressed his fingers into the folds between her legs. �And here?�

�No,� she answered.

�Do it again then,� he said finding her cunt and slipping a finger inside her. �And this time concentrate on tightening these muscles. Good,� he said when she did it. �Now do the same thing without moving your legs...that�s it.� He removed his hand and walked across the room to a shelf. �You will also exercise that muscle for fifteen minutes very morning and night.� He picked up a box and tossed it to her. �Use this to measure your improvement.�

Mikki opened the box and took out what appeared to be a dildo, except that on one end was a small dial. When she picked the dildo up the needle on the dial move to the right.

�It�s very sensitive, so handle it carefully. And try not to use any other muscles when you�re doing the exercises,� Marsan said. �You may be tempted to cheat by clenching the cheeks of your ass but teach yourself not to do that.� He turned to a video monitor and hit the play button. �Now we�re going to review your performance from last night,� he said. �And I will show you some of the things you did wrong.�

6

Shaila was aware of every inch of her body; could feel the air flirting with her sensitized skin, caressing her body with gentle fingers of current. It made her ache with frustrated need and want. She pulsed with sexual tension, the way a fresh wound pulses with pain. She wanted to cry out; to beg for release. But she knew that Loreena would use the slightest reason as an excuse to prolong her agony, so she lay there, straining against her bonds.

Loreena moved closer and began to trace her most sensitive places with a feather. Its gentlest kiss was like fire: teasing, intensifying her desire and the pressures building up inside her, but not satisfying or providing release.

At last Shaila could take not more. �I can�t stand it,� she cried. �I�ll go crazy.�

Perhaps I am already crazy, she thought as Loreena looked down at her and smiled. It was the first hint of emotion she had seen from that dispassionate face, and in it there was no trace of  the former friendship they had shared.

Loreena�s face drifted out of focus, and Shaila�s words of pleading blurred with her thoughts, until she could not tell them apart. They seemed to rise on the air like wisps of smoke, like the feeble and vanishing memories of a delirious person.

All that was left was the seething fire inside her, like a mass of newly raw flesh, flayed open and exposed to the warm, smoky air. Her body jerked spasmodically against her bonds, writhing in delicious agony and the endless burning of desire.

7

The guard ignored Loreena as she approached the small hall that he watched. As she walked past him she wanted to look back, to see if he were really as disinterested in her as he appeared; but she forced herself not to give in to the desire. It was important that she walk with dignity and confidence�without any apparent interest in the guards who watched the secret and valuable places in the Lospodas mansion. Otherwise they would question her right to be there.

And the colonel might begin to question her motives.

In the past several days, as Loreena had begun working so closely with Buel, there had been a distinct change in the atmosphere around her. At first she thought it was most apparent in the men who guarded doors and hallways; but soon she began to sense a more discreet freedom�an expanding in the bubble of her personal space: an absence of a tension so subtle she hadn�t noticed it existed until it was gone.

It took a while to pinpoint what it was, but now Loreena thought she had figured out what it was. Before she was constantly being watched; and not just by the guards. Now she moved freely and with purpose down the same halls that only a few weeks before she had been turned away from.

When she first came to this conclusion, she had been so happy and smiled so openly that Buel had commented on it as they worked on the decoration arrangements for the big event.

�I guess I�m beginning to like my work,� Loreena had said, smiling even bigger.

When she had taken time to think about it later, it frightened her how close to the truth her lie had been. She could feel herself beginning to respond to her own conditioning. It had been many days since she had found one of her tasks unpleasant enough to disturb her calm. And sometimes she found that the very thought of those types of tasks made her hot and wet�even without the vibrator or her other stimulants.

That�s good, Loreena reminded herself as she turned the corner, and approached a door. Learning to like what she did was as necessary as doing it very well.

She fumbled for the set of keys in her pocket, and opened the door in front of her.

As she entered the room she turned up the speed on the butterfly vibrator in her panties. Inside, the room was small and empty, except for one girl tied to a table with her legs strapped high and wide in a set of stirrups�and a large ominous machine purring with a constant, humping buzz.

Buel had once called it the �fucking-machine�!

That was a pretty good description. The circular motion of the motor was converted to an adjustable, piston-like action by attaching a pivotal arm to a long shaft with a thick dildo screwed into the end. By moving a lever, the spot on the flywheel, where the pivotal arm attached to the shaft, could be changed. This allowed the dildo�s depth of thrust to be changed. When the end of the shaft was closer to the center of the flywheel, the dildo moved with quick shallow strokes. By changing the speed of the motor, different speeds could be obtained at any setting

The fucking-machine was next to the table, and the girl was positioned in such a way that the dildo thrust in and out of her in a slow steady beat.

�Hello Shaila,� Loreena said.

She wiped a loose strand of hair from the girl�s face.

�Loreena!� Shaila gasped.

Loreena wondered if the girl was frightened or glad to see her. Shaila�s naked body was damp; and burning with sexual heat; yet her face was flushed and looked weary with exhaustion.

�You�ve been on there for quite a long time, haven�t you?� Loreena said.

The dildo was slowly pulling out, and Loreena pressed her finger against the girl�s swollen and exposed clit. Shaila gasped at her touch, but it seemed to be more intense pleasure than pain. She slipped her finger inside the girl�working against the sliding motion of the soft, flexible plastic�testing to see if Shaila was dry.

Her finger came away only slightly wet.

�Please, Loreena!� the girl begged, with a moan of delight that seemed in marked contrast to her request. �Make it stop. I can�t stand it any more! It�s to much!�

�Maybe just a little longer?�

Loreena looked around for the girls pleasure tasp, to see what setting it was on.

�It feels like it�s eating me alive!� she wailed, tears streaming down her eyes. �Make it stop.�

Loreena smiled. She knew that Shaila always made such outrageous claims. They didn�t mean anything. What mattered was the language of her body; and it said that she was growing tired, but had not quite reached the limits of her endurance.

Finding the tasp, Loreena noted that it was not set very high�which meant that Shaila was fresher than she had thought. Someone else had been in to check on her and had adjusted the tasp down.

�No pain, no gain,� Loreena said, easing the lever a little higher.

Shaila gasped, but this time the noise was a far less ambiguous sound; and her body began to move with the dildo instead of against it, amplifying its motion with her own. Now she worked her hip back and forth, trying to increase the maddeningly slow pace, which only moments before she had claimed was to intense to bear.

�Oh, yes!� The girl cried. �That�s so good!� Then she looked up at Loreena, pleading with a pitiful look in her eyes even as her body moved frantically. �For the Mother�s sake, Loreena! Please, don�t make me cum again!�

�Well,� Loreena asked, not really expecting an answer. �Which is it? Does it feel good, or do you want it to stop.�

She leaned over, tonguing the girl�s clit. It was bitter tasting with the thick residue of too much sex and sweat. Shaila shivered helplessly as Loreena sucked the small node into her mouth, rolling it gently between her lips.

With the tasp turned up, Shaila would probably be good for at least another hour; but Loreena would check in on her long before then and make adjustments as needed. It was important to keep the girl from going dry, but it was just as important to wean her away from the tasp as much as possible.

Loreena moved the speed dial just a little higher before she left to do the next chore on the list Buel had given her. She would pick out a few that would only take a few minutes, so that she could return shortly to see how the new settings were doing.

There were several chores to chose from. It would be easy to chose ones that would fit her schedule.

8

Mikki never sleep alone anymore.

Marsan introduced her to more and more men, and she would spend her evenings dancing and entertaining them publicly until they were ready to retire for the evening�always to the same room.

In the mornings Marsan would show her a film of the night before: tightly edited with closeups and various camera angles. After the first night she looked around the bedroom and was surprised to see the cameras mounted on the walls. She hadn�t notice them the first night, but now they jumped out at her�and it was several nights before she learned to ignore them again.

At first the men she sleep with had to tell Mikki what they wanted her to do, but the next day Marsan would show her clues to watch for�pointing out the subtle signs that indicated what the man wanted her to do; and the next time she would look for those signs. Before long she was anticipating their wants. She never seemed to take control of the situation, she just began to do what they wanted; sometimes before they realized themselves what it was they wanted.

After the morning films, if she had done well, Marsan would give her his special brand of loving�letting her lay back while he did delicious things to her body. Then later in the day they would work on her paired dance skills, or any number of the other areas where she needed polishing.

�How about teaching me to do that,� Mikki said over lunch one day. They were watching an attractive girl with long black hair doing one of the more erotic solo dances.

�Fine,� Marsan said, taking her by surprise. �I�ll find a teacher and you can begin taking classes tomorrow.�

�Then how about flute lessons?� she said flippantly.

�I�ll find someone to teach you anything a client might wish you to do,� Marsan said. �The more rounded you became the more valuable an asset you are to Lospodas.�

�And the more worthy you prove yourself to be as my teacher?�

He smiled. �Do you really want to learn those things? I won�t force you to do it.�

�But you�ll really let me?�

�Of course.�

�Then I want to,� Mikki said.

�Good. After lunch you can have the rest of the afternoon off while I find acceptable teachers; but tomorrow you can expect your lessons to begin an hour earlier. Come ready to work hard. Good teachers are hard to find; and if they drop you because they don�t think you really want to learn, I�ll be very upset.�

�You�re so good to me,� Mikki said, dipping a piece of her crab meat into the butter sauce and stuffing it into her mouth.

9

�Hello Rastion,� Loreena said as she approached a large muscular guard who was standing watch at her doorway. He did not have an overly attractive face, but he had been polite and his conversation clever when she had meet him before.

He nodded amiably to her now, and his eyes wandered up and down the length of her body, taking in her slinky black dress. It clung to her body, showing plenty of flesh.

�You don�t remember me, do you?�

He raised a curious eyebrow. �Should I,� he said.

Loreena shrugged. �I suppose not. We met at a party a few weeks or so back. You were with Imbella Rissum. She introduced us. I was wearing a pair of black shorts and a white blouse that was tied in the front.�

Rastion�s eyes lit up with sudden pleasure. �Of course,� he said. �I remember you now. Your name is Loreena. Right?�

�You do remember,� she said. �I�m flattered that you remembered me with so many women around. And the way you were drinking I�m surprised you remembered anything at all.�

�I�m not likely to forget you,� Rastion said. �I asked Imbella about you, but the little bitch wouldn�t even tell me your name. I would have approached you myself, but I was hosting a paying guest who demanded my attention. I just couldn�t seem to get away.�

Loreena smiled. �I think Imbella had something to do with that,� she said. �She�s very resourceful and she likes to keep the best men to herself. In your case I don�t blame her.�

His mouth opened in a shy, lovable grin. �I might never forgive her,� he said. �Is colonel Branchard your fieflord, too?�

�No. Colonel Baisurd,� Loreena said. �Who�s man are you?�

�I�m assigned to Colonel Fuller.�

�I suppose that would explain why I haven�t seen you around more often.�

�That, and I�m fairly new,� Rastion said. �I�ve only been with Lospodas for about a month.�

�Oh? How do you like it so far?�

�It�s a job,� he shrugged, and his face turned a little red. �You know.�

�Yeah, I know� Loreena said. �Well. I should be going, but it was nice meeting you again.�

�Wait,� he said, taking a step towards her. �Perhaps we could get together sometime.�

�That�s very sweet,� Loreena said. �But I�m a free woman. I�m not obliged to give you more than I want to, so if you want more than a companion for dinner...�

�Dinner�s fine,� he said quickly.

Loreena smiled. �You know where to find me then.�

�Colonel Baisurd?�

�That�s right.�

...Mikki was looking under the bed when Loreena entered the room; and Loreena was surprised to see her. They hardly saw each other anymore. Loreena was always busy helping Buel get ready for the big party�and the closer it got the busier she became; and Mikki was always out doing who knew what with who knew who.

Loreena poured herself a drink and sat down at the table, watching her sister squirm out from under the bed.

�Damn,� Mikki said. �I can�t find my black high heels! Do you know where they are, Loreena?�

�I don�t keep track of your things,� Loreena said.

�What�s wrong with you,� Mikki asked, sitting back on her legs.

�Nothing�s wrong,� Loreena said peevishly. Watching as Mikki went to the closet and began rummaging around. �You�re acting like a girl going out on her first date?�

�I am not,� Mikki said, still searching. �I can�t help it if I can�t find my shoes. I don�t have as many as you do, so I can�t afford to loose them.�

�I can�t see how it matters much,� Loreena said. �You hardly ever wear clothes anymore anyway.�

�I have to wear clothes when I go out,� Mikki said. She came to the door of the closet and glared at Loreena. �You would be a little more helpful if you could get up and look instead of sitting there making stupid comments.�

Loreena didn�t get up. �Maybe you left them in another room,� she said.

�I�ve already checked there.�

�Are you sure you remember where you were last night?�

This time Mikki didn�t answer, and Loreena could tell by the way she was thumping things around that her barb had finally struck home. Suddenly she felt guilty, and wished she hadn�t said any of it. Why was she being such a bitch, anyway? She didn�t want to be mean to her sister.

She stood up and went to the bathroom; and sitting under the sink were Mikki�s black heels. Picking them up she walked out to the closet and stood holding the shoes.

Mikki didn�t look up and keep searching.

�I found something,� Loreena said.

Mikki looked up, and snatched them from her. �You could have said something if you knew where they were!�

�I didn�t,� Loreena said, honestly. �I just happened to see them when I went into the bathroom!�

�Right,� Mikki said, stomping her way past Loreena. She went to the bed and picked up the dress that was laid out, then headed for the door.

Loreena wanted to say something: to apologize; but she didn�t know how to start, so she just watched as Mikki slammed the door on her way out...

Mikki marched down the hall carrying her clothes. She had been planning to dress in her sister�s room�she didn�t think of it as her room anymore. She almost never slept or ate there. Sometimes during the day, if she was tired, she would take a nap there�but that wasn�t necessary. Neither of them seemed interested in trying to maintain the closeness they had once had.

It was almost as if they were trying to avoid one another. Anymore it seemed to be easier that way. Which room Mikki stayed in could hardly make a difference in that; but having her own room would solve a lot of problems: like these occasional stupid arguments or having so much trouble remembering where she left things.

At last she decided. She would go back later in the day, when Loreena wasn�t around, and move her stuff.

10

�Where are we going?� Mikki asked.

�To a photographer,� Marsan said. �But first I want to show you something else.�

�A photographer? Why?�

�Asking so many questions does not become a lady,� Marsan said. His voice held only the slightest rebuke, but it was enough to silence Mikki.

They walked down the empty hall; then turned a corner and walked through a door into another hall, which was a more common thoroughfare. Mikki had never been in this part of Lospodas�in fact, she had never been in most of Lospodas.

Marsan stopped at a door. �This is one of the shops where Lospodas sells its goods to those who can pay,� he said as he opened the door.

Mikki walked through the door in front of him and looked around. Before her was a large room filled with men who were browsing through shelf after shelf of magazines. Along the wall next to the door was an attendant who was busy ringing up a man�s purchase.

He looked up at Mikki and said, �Don�t clog the doorway.�

From behind Marsan gave a gentle shove, and she began moving down an isle, unable not to look at the incredible selection of magazines. There were a variety of sections with numerous categories like straight sex, bondage, lesbian, rape, spanking, tickling, enemas, gourmet cannibalism, body worship, and...

She froze

On the cover of one magazine there was a picture of several men standing around a young girl with short black hair. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she could see that the girl�s arms were starting to turn red from the lack of circulation. Several strands of rope were tightly wrapped around her waist and threaded between her legs; and her knees were hobbled together by a thick black belt. The men were pushing the girl back and forth between them; and she was obviously terrified of falling. Her eyes were wide with fear�but what attracted Mikki�s attention were the thin metal spikes that were embedded in the girl�s small breasts.

Mikki touched her own breasts and gasped with the remembered pain that the picture brought back. She remembered the men shoving her back and forth between them. Somehow they had always managed to catch her when she stumbled�but sometimes it had been a close thing. She had dangled precariously more than once, the men�s fingers digging into the flesh under her ribs, around her arms or into her hips. So many times she had been sure they would let her fall and she would land on the spikes, shoving them further into her chest. And even though they always caught her, the movements had forced the ropes to tear at the tender flesh between her legs; forced her to move flesh and muscle that was pierced by metal.

She looked back at the picture.

One of the men around the girl was flicking one of the metal rods with a thin stick that he held in his hand.

Mikki remembered it all as if it had happened only yesterday; but the girl in the picture almost looked like someone else. She hadn�t realized how much she had changed since coming to Lospodas.

Mikki felt like dying when Marsan took a copy and began flipping through the pages. Why hadn�t she ignored the magazine? Then he might never have seen it!

Or had he already known about it?

�We�ll look at it later,� he said, tucking the magazine under his arm.

Marsan seemed willing to let her take her time, but she didn�t want to see any more. �Can we leave now,� she asked.

�Of course not,� he said. �We haven�t seen what I brought you here for.�

�Can we get to it then.�

Marsan shrugged. �All right.�

He led her quickly through the room and into an adjacent room that was just as big, but stocked with videos. Then they walked down a short, narrow hall to another large room full of all kinds of rope and leather bondage products: whips and chains and manacles, and gags and harnesses, and hoods and on and on: isle after isle of equipment, both mundane and complex. Mikki wasn�t even sure what some of the things were used for, but most of them left her with a decidedly unpleasant impression.

At last they came to a much smaller room full of books. Some of the shelves held smaller paperbacks. Others shelves held larger books that looked more like loose leaf notebooks. Here too the books were placed into categories. Marsan went to the shelves of larger books and found a fairly small section under the heading �Nightly Rental�Elite Escorts.�

As she followed him, Mikki noticed other headings such as �For Sale� and �Nightly Rental�Bondage and Torture.� And she noticed that each book had a girl�s name and a small full-body picture on the spine.

Marsan choose one of the �Nightly Rentals� and opened it. Inside there were several dozen pictures of the same girl pictured on the spine. She wore different clothes and makeup, even changed the color of her hair in some of the pictures.

�These are designed to show a girl�s various moods,� Marsan said. �That�s what we will be doing today and for the next few days. Creating moods for you, and taking pictures for a book of your own, like this one.�

Mikki nodded.

�When that�s done,� Marsan went on. �We�ll name each mood, so that customers can ask for them. Then you�ll learn how to recreate each one using clothes and makeup, and subtle differences in your attitude. You�ve been taking acting classes, I�ve noticed. And the teacher says you�re quite good at it; so it shouldn�t be too hard.� He put the book back on the shelf and went over to a counter where he opened another book. This one was full of the small pictures like those on the spines of the other books.

�Men will come here, looking for girls to attend their parties, or perhaps for a special escort for the evening. They will see your picture in this catalog,� Marsan said. �And if you interest them, they can find your portfolio. If they request one of your moods, you will dress and act accordingly.

�Now,� he said. �Lets get to work at recreating you.�

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