Shameful Reckonings (11 page)

Her trainer completed the rote introduction and said something to the big man. He grunted and nodded and came over to stand right in front of Gia. She tried to keep looking straight ahead. He was much taller than she was. She tried to focus on the third button down from the top on his shirt. This close, his bulk felt distinctly menacing. Gia had to fight an urge to back away. She felt herself trembling, almost imperceptibly.

The big man put a thick, stubby finger under her chin and lifted so that she had to look up into his eyes. They were a predator’s eyes, cold and cruel. She saw the lust in them and couldn’t help whimpering. He smiled at that, but it was the smile of a cat to a crippled mouse. She felt his hands go to her breasts, testing their weight, feeling their softness and warmth. Her trainer barked a command at her, and she obediently clasped her hands behind her head. In spite of the growing, gnawing fear she felt, she managed to hold still as the big man ran his thumbs back and forth across her nipples. She held still as he ran his hands up and down along her flanks, from her hips to her armpits.

The big man said something without taking his eyes off of hers. Gia couldn’t take her eyes off of his, either. Something terrible was in those eyes, and it scared her. She was sure that he knew it, and that he liked seeing her fear. Her skin began crawling wherever he touched her.

Her trainer barked the order for her to spread her legs. She obeyed, but couldn’t help whimpering again. She felt those blunt, powerful fingers prodding and probing at her pussy, spreading the fleshy lips. She shuddered violently, but still could not look away from those soulless eyes. She could feel herself growing wet, and once more silently cursed her body for betraying her to an enemy. He would have to think that she was responding to him, when it was only her body, acting on its own.

The big man’s smile widened, showing sharp white teeth. He took his hand from her pussy and wiped his finger off across Gia’s face, just below her nose. She could smell her own scent. Finally, she was able to break her gaze. She looked down and away from the big man. She heard him laugh. It was an unpleasant sound.

Her tormenter turned his head and said something to Gia’s trainer. She heard him laugh. It was almost as unpleasant a sound as the big man’s.

The big man’s bodyguard moved around behind her. She felt him grab her wrists and pull them down behind her. A moment later she felt him tying her hands and she groaned. She knew what was coming, as surely as she knew that the sun came up in the morning.

Her trainer barked out another command, and Gia sank to her knees on the pad. She could see the big man fumbling with his pants and hoped that at least he’d bathed or showered recently.

His cock was as massive as he was, and it was already erect. It had a pronounced upward curve to it, and it looked as thick as her wrist. Gia rose up slowly to take the swollen, purplish head into her mouth. She heard the big man groan with pleasure as her lips closed around it and she began to suck. She could smell his musk even with her own scent still under her nose. His cock tasted only faintly of sweat. She bent her head and took him in more deeply. The curve of his cock meant that it kept brushing against the roof of her mouth, but after all of the ‘training’ they’d forced on her she had very little gag reflex left. She closed her eyes and concentrated on pleasing the big man. It was little more than a mechanical exercise to her now.

Then someone pressed up close behind her and hands reached around to squeeze her breasts. Gia’s eyes flew open wide, and she made a muffled noise of surprise. She couldn’t turn her head – she was effectively impaled on the big man’s cock – but out of the corner of her eye she saw her trainer standing off to the side, watching her perform. It had to be the big man’s bodyguard who was rubbing up against her and mauling her breasts. For a moment she lost her rhythm. She got it back with an effort and kept on sucking, even when the bodyguard began pinching her nipples. She moaned and complained around the cock in her mouth, but kept on sucking, desperate now to make the big man come so this torture would end. It would end then, wouldn’t it? It had to.

The big man just laughed. His hands gripped her head so she couldn’t pull away, but he didn’t try to force her to go any faster or take him in any deeper. She felt the bodyguard’s hand move down between her legs and complained again. This time he laughed. What he started to do to her then was not pleasant. There was more pinching and pulling, and his other hand kept roaming from one sore nipple to the other. Gia began to suck frantically and noisily. She wanted it to be over.

When the big man came, his grip on her head tightened until Gia felt like he was going to pop her skull like a grape. He groaned loudly, sounding like a rutting bull as he just kept gushing and gushing into Gia’s mouth. Gia coughed and choked and squealed and squirmed in his grip until he was finished. When he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth Gia sagged forward, coughing and gasping as she dribbled onto the round mat. She heard the three men talking to each other. She didn’t know what they were saying, and she didn’t care. She was lightheaded enough to feel weak and nauseous for a while. At least the bodyguard had stopped torturing her… for now, at least.

Her trainer let her catch her breath, and then gave her the order to kneel upright. Gia managed to obey. Still a little dizzy, she looked up at the big man and offered, in English, to clean off his cock. Her trainer translated, and the big man grinned and moved closer so that Gia could lick every inch of his member clean. Gia hated this part especially, but she knew better than to balk. She kept at her work while all three men chuckled and made comments that she was sure referred to her. At least it would all be over soon, and she’d be allowed to shower and then go back to sleep.

She finished licking and settled back on her haunches to wait. Just the big man and her trainer were talking now, and the more they talked the more animated they got. She had no idea what was going on, so she just bowed her head and resigned herself to a longer wait than usual.

The first indication she had that things were not going to be usual was when her trainer left the room. She remained kneeling on the mat – she hadn’t been told to do anything else – and watched surreptitiously as the big man and his bodyguard circled around her, no doubt inspecting her yet again. On occasion they exchanged comments. Once the big man nudged her roughly with his foot. Gia stayed where she was, but now her heart was pounding. What was going on?

After what seemed to be an age, her trainer returned. Two skinny little brown men accompanied him. They were carrying something heavy between them, but she couldn’t quite see what it was.

“Up, Gia,” her trainer tapped her on her shoulder. “Go stand in the corner, facing the wall.”

Gia obeyed. Her heart was still pounding. If anything, it was pounding faster than it had been. She didn’t dare risk trying to see what heavy thing had been brought into the room. She really didn’t want to know what it was, but she was sure that she was going to find out anyway. She heard grunts of effort, and then a loud thump.

“Good girl,” her trainer said. “Come here now, Gia.”

She turned, dreading whatever would follow. There in the middle of the round mat sat a curious machine. The base of it looked like nothing more than a heavy wooden box a little over a foot and a half wide and maybe four feet long. A saddle was mounted on something on top of the box, and in the middle of the saddle a dildo thrust itself upwards. It looked as if it had already been coated with some kind of lubricant that glistened in the light. There was a small hole in the saddle just behind the dildo.

“Get on,” Gia’s trainer ordered her.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself one small moan of despair. She came over and straddled the device and then began cautiously lowering herself onto it. She wished she could use her hands to guide the dildo into her, but they were still bound tightly behind her and she didn’t dare ask to be freed, even for the short amount of time she would need. The men just watched as she tried and failed a couple of times before managing to impale herself on the thing. She settled down onto the saddle gingerly, feeling the cool plastic of the dildo sliding up into her.

“Good girl,” her trainer said. He ruffled her hair. “Now, just keep still.” He took her ankle and brought her leg back. He wrapped more rope around her ankle and then pulled her foot up off of the floor. She felt him tying the end of the rope off onto something. Then he repeated the procedure with her other leg. Now both of her feet were bound up off of the floor and all of her weight was bearing down on the saddle.

Then there was the click of a switch, and the infernal machine came to life with a noisy, humming buzz. The saddle began to move slowly back and forth with a rolling motion, as if Gia was astride a horse. She struggled to keep her balance. At the same time, the dildo began vibrating maddeningly, and on each backwards pitch something came up out of the hole and thrust itself up into her anus. Gia squealed the first time that happened. After that, she was too busy trying not to get bucked off. She couldn’t use her hands. All she could do was clamp her thighs around the saddle and try to stay on. She was painfully aware of how the constant motion made her breasts jiggle. The men seemed to find the whole spectacle fascinating.

She endured the terrible ride in silence for as long as she could, but eventually the vibrator began sending waves of sensation through her pussy and she began moaning. She heard another metallic click and the saddle began moving faster and jerkier. Gia’s thigh muscles tensed as she tried to stay on. Now whatever was invading her anus was plunging in deeper.

Then the big man stepped in front of her. He brandished what looked like a small cat-o’-nine-tails in his hand. Gia shrieked as he flicked the thing across her breasts. It stung terribly.

It just went on and on. The big man whipped her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her back, and her ass. Her leg muscles started quivering from the strain and Gia’s mind melted away in a welter of sensations: Pain, pleasure, more pain, and soon her own growing physical exhaustion. She threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs… and kept on screaming.

Chapter Ten

“Oh, shit! Goddamittohellshit!” Gia opened one eye to see what Kara sounded so upset about. One eye was about all she could manage to move just then. She was stiff and sore all over and any kind of movement seemed to bring fresh twinges and aches. Kara was kneeling next to her, looking at a point somewhere below her chin. The tall blonde woman looked furious.

“Goddammotherfuckingsonsabitches!” Kara exploded. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!”

At first Gia thought that Kara was infuriated because of the battered condition the men had left her in. She knew that she had welts and bruises all over her body, but then she realized that Kara was still staring at that one spot.

“What?” she croaked weakly. “What is it?” Had some additional atrocity been worked on her body after she’d passed out for the final time?

“This!” Kara reached down and picked something up off of Gia’s chest. She held it up for Gia to see. Gia frowned and squinted at it. It seemed to be nothing more than a shiny metal disc on a light chain. It had the number ‘334’ stamped on it. How could such a simple thing make Kara so upset? Gia closed her eyes and moaned in pain. When she opened them again she could at least see a little better. She worked up a little saliva and swallowed it.

“What is it?” she asked again. Her voice was only a bit clearer.

“It’s this thing!” Kara snarled furiously. “You see it? You see it? It means that you’ve been
sold
already!”

“What?” Gia tried to sit up. Her abused body wouldn’t cooperate. “Sold? What?”

“SOLD!” Kara roared in a voice loud enough to make most of the other inmates of the seraglio jump. “It means that somebody already
bought
you, you silly bitch!”

Gia saw two guards rapidly approaching. They looked grim. Naked and half-naked women scurried out of their way. At first she thought that they were coming for her, but instead they grabbed Kara. Already furious, Kara immediately turned on them, raking at them with her nails and kicking at their groins. She probably would have run off ordinary men, but the guards seemed to know how to handle such a situation. There was a quick flurry of wild activity, and then Kara was down, struck unconscious by a blow to her head. The guards dragged her away.

“Well.” Gia looked up at the source of the new voice. It was her trainer, smiling down at her.

“Quite an eventful day for you, isn’t it, my little Gia?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Sold?” It was all that Gia could manage to say.

“Yes, indeed,” her trainer nodded. “You made quite an impression on the Bashaw. He just had to have you.”

“No,” Gia shook her head. It hurt. “No, please,” she begged.

“Oh, shut up,” he snapped. Gia fell silent. “Not many women get sold so soon after they arrive here,” he went on. “You should feel special.”

She didn’t feel special. She felt battered and bruised and utterly miserable. Were they going to make her go with the big man – the Bashaw, right away? She was sure she would die if they did. The idea of dying actually held some appeal.

“Can you move?” her trainer asked.

Gia shook her head. “No,” she said.

“I’m not surprised,” he chuckled. “Everything’s sore, isn’t it? But trust me, you aren’t
really
hurt. Still, you’re going to need some care. We have to get you in shape for a long trip, but there’ll be plenty of time for that before the Bashaw comes back. Just lay there and rest for now, little Gia. In a little while some men will come and take you to the infirmary.”

He turned and left. Gia lay as still as she could, but it seemed that even breathing hurt now. She was also hungry, and terribly, terribly thirsty. When two guards came to carry her away on a stretcher she helped them get her on to it as best she could.

***

The infirmary looked a lot like a small hospital. At least it was warm and dry, and the doctors looked like doctors, not like characters out of a bad horror movie. They put Gia in an actual bed, gave her some fruit juice to drink, and let her rest. Then they chained her to the bed frame by her ankle. She thought that that had been unnecessary. Even if she could somehow get out of the bed by herself, she doubted that she could even crawl very far after that. At least she had a nice, soft pillow and a crisp white sheet to cover herself with.