The Maze (3 page)

“Very good, no fever,” the Head Trainer announced, pulling the thermometer out and reading it.  “
As tempting as it is to t
ake my crop to
this lovely rump of yours, I’m afraid my enthusiasm might leave forbidden marks.  I know that disappoints you.”

She said nothing, especially since there was a hint of truth to his words after the effect of his intim
ate examination
. She did not understand why; she hated his crop
almost as much as his cane
.

He stood the girl up, patting her hand. “Go to that table and lay down on it.  On your stomach.”

Reddening again, Keeria obeyed, climbing up to the narrow metal platform and stretching out, legs straight behind her.  Tsking, the Head Trainer held out his hand.

“Straighten your arms out over your head.”

She did so, and then restraints were clasped on both wrists.  Keeria wiggled against the cold, hard metal that pressed into
her naked breasts and stomach.  The man walked behind her and grabbed an ankle, pulling her knee to the side.  He placed her foot in a stirrup and secured it with another restraint.  This action was repeated on the other side and Keeria groaned shamefully.  The humiliation increased as the part of the table under her belly and hips was raised, lifting her rear parts high in air. She heard a thunk as he removed a panel from under her pubic area, giving him a full view of her most intimate parts.

He was gentle, Keeria had to admit, as he probed her with his gloved hand.  His fingers went deep inside of her pussy, carefully pressing and exploring her virginal passage.  She fought the sensation of pleasure as he prodded her, stroking her ass and thighs as he thoroughly scrutinized every nook and cranny.

“The truth, Keeria. How does this feel?”

“I am not enjoying this, Sir,” she forced out in an unwavering tone.

“Liar,” he chuckled, shoving his finger roughly inside of her. She grunted. He lowered the center of the table so that the surface was flat again, and then released her in order to turn her onto her b
ack.  He quickly restrained her once again, arms high above her head, heels in stirrups and legs buckled in place.  Very slowly, he pushed the stirrups close to her body and then outward, spreading her knees uncomfortably wide.  Keeria closed her eyes, fearing the worst, although she could not imagine what it would be.

The Head Trainer hummed as he pulled a light close to her genitals.

“Beautiful… nice and pink.  Look how swollen this little thing is,” he said as he touched her clit, feeling her jump.  “It must be aroused.  Yes, Keeria? Are you aroused?”

“No, sir.”

“Hmm, must be because you’re backed up.  I’ll be happy to remedy that. You won’t like this little device.  No, not one bit. But you will thank me for it later.”

Keeria bit back her cry as he once
again massaged his finger in and out of her anus before c
arefully
inserting
a wide, bl
ack
hose slowly into her rectum.  He then fully inflated the base bulb to keep it in place.  She had heard about this horrid thing,
and that it was
usually used when one of the girls was ill.

“I favor this method.  I find it much more sanitary and comfortable than the old earth enema system.  This is a colon flush.  Have you heard about what it does?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Oh, so the ladies like to talk.  It must arouse them as well, otherwise they would stay quiet about it.  It is a bit uncomfortable, but you won’t get the urge to evacuate unless, of course, I leave the drain valve closed.  Would you like me to do that for you? Would you like me to let it fill you?”

“No, Sir.” Keeria gritted her teeth, feeling a warm rush inside her bottom.  Her stomach started to cramp and she tried to breathe slowly and not allow the terrible pressure to force her to beg.

“Of course, if a Strong Man did this, he would make you hold this until you begged to be allowed to release it, or even worse, he could make you expel in front of him.  How shameful would that be?”

Keeria hated him.  She hated the Elders.  She hated every man that had been born. But she stayed silent.

“You will be a hard one to conquer, my dear.  Now, if I open the drain valve…”

Keeria sighed with relief as the machine released the tremendous discomfort in her bowels.  Head Trainer Denk
ar
chuckled, allowing the flush to continue and watching how Keeria’s pussy grew even more moist in the process.

“While that’s going on, let’s take a better look at this lovely little flower.  Hmm, it’s a bit scruffy.  Don’t move.”

The woman shivered as his skilled hands lathered her labia with lotion and then started to meticulously shave away every strand of hair he could see.  He parted her lips, grazing the razor gently over the delicate skin, and even ventured to where the black hose protruded, looking for stray wisps of her womanly fur.

The sound of metal caught Keeria’s attention as he prepared the next portion of her examination. He gently inserted his fingers into her exposed pussy and started to stretch her out.  Keeria turned her head to face the f
ar wall
; his subtle invasion was as distasteful as it was sensual.

“This is a tad chilly.  Easy now,” he cooed, the gentleness in his voice almost anticlimactic compared to the feel of something cold, hard, and impersonal being pressed deep into her vagina. She held her breath as he opened the speculum slowly, but completely, stretching her wide for his view.  He quickly swabbed her and then returned to gaze.

“Absolutely stunning. You will breed well, my dear one.”

“Breed?  If I win, I’m free.”

“Unless you m
anage to kill the Strong Man, you will b
e free only to choose the man you desire to m
a
te with.  You don’t h
ave to keep him, though
.  Th
at will be up to you, but you have to pick someone and produce offspring.  Y
ou’ll
also
get your choice of duty to serve in society.  Do you really think the elders will completely let such a fine specimen go if you just m
anaged to escape or resist conquest
?

“That’s not fair,” she murmured, feeling him retract the speculum and slide it out carefully.

“No, it’s not.  Just like what they did to me wasn't fair.  I broke my leg saving one of the women in the maze.  The bitch got out and left me to die. If you esc
ape
, think very carefully about whom you will choose to be your mate, and make your choice very quickly before they decide for you. If he’s someone you think you c
an tolerate, keep him as your pet.  He’ll know his future depends on your pleasure and he will never do anything to make you dispose of him
,” he advised cautiously.

“I don’t underst
and.”

“You must breed if you don’t obtain True Freedom.  Again, that will only happen if you personally kill the Strong Man,” the older man said patiently, “If you escape at the three day mark, you are a Free One. You are allowed to choose one man to mate with and, if you desire, as part of your prize, you may keep him.  He becomes indebted to you for removing him from his position as slave, and he becomes your pet, so to speak.  He then will be given a place to serve in society in lieu of being sent for further training or being sent to the mines.  He also knows that you can send him away at any time once you become impregnated.  Believe me, he will do almost anything to keep from being sent back to his trainers or to the mines.  No ‘pet’ has even been allowed the privilege of working in society once they are known to have displeased their female, and few have survived the trainers if returned in that state.”

“It sounds like having a pet male is the only power a woman really has on Elien besides True Freedom.”

“It is. You were bred, just like the Strong Men, to reproduce the strongest and most intelligent offspring to continue our species. That is your duty.”

“I am a slave. I have no duty, just a burden.”

“Call it what you will, but if you don’t comply, the results are tragic.”

Keeria said nothing as he turned off the machine and let her fully ‘drain’.  He patted her velvety mound dry with a soft towel and then slowly removed the long, black hose from her rectum.  Keeria fought to keep her mind away from her experience.  Despite his age and obvious abhorrence of women, he was extremely mindful of her.  But then, the old man knew that gentleness could be her downfall and was exposing her to it before her opponent tried the same trick in the Maze.

“One more test.  Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“I’m not certain, Sir.  The handlers enjoyed toying with me during shower time.”

“You are not to have one now. Do everything you can to prevent it from happening. Resist me,” the Head Trainer said, scooting his stool close to her spread lips.  Keeria gasped as his mouth contacted her sensitive, stimulated flesh.  She fought to stop the quivering of her pussy as he gently sucked and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, drinking in her outflow of fluid like a parched man.  She fought the sensation of falling, shaking her head and clenching her fists as she tried to resist the overwhelming need to press her body hard against his lips and let go of all control.  She inhaled and partitioned her mind, separating her body from herself.  She finally relaxed. The need had past.

The Head Trainer sat up straight, smiling as he wiped his face.

“Good girl.  You’re ready.”

Chapter Two

Tr
aisk was used to crowds.  Hordes of people came to watch his matches and cheer on his fighting skills.  He was handsome and deadly, a virtual Goliath of a man bred and built to fight hard and survive.  Master Kal and three other masters led him in chains to the center of the arena.  He lifted his heavily muscled arms and cheered b
ack
at the crowd.

They applauded in
adoration
.  He was a hero, their champion.

He was placed in a small, enclosed comp
artment
and his chains were removed. The crowd grew silent as the three Trained Ones were brought into the arena, all masked, chained, and dressed in leather clothing.  Each of them
carried a two foot long short sword with a broad, flat blade, called a cinquedea, at her waist.  Each was placed into a separate chamber.  He watched with curiosity as the chains were removed and each woman reached up to pull off her mask.

The crowd oohed
and awed, murmuring with appreciation.

They were pure beauties, perfection in every sense of the word.  The two taller ones looked frightened as the crowd voiced their
approval
but the other, the smallest and the loveliest, stared str
aight
at Tr
aisk
with loathing in her eyes. He needed to watch out for that one, the golden haired goddess.  He could tell that she wanted him dead just as much as she wanted her freedom. M
aybe more.

He then decided that she would be his prey.

“Gentlemen and mates, welcome to the Maze! We bring you a special performance tonight by our Elien Circuit Champion and Ketar winner, Traisk!”

The arena rumbled with excited cheers and hoots for the favored Strong Man.

The announcer lifted his arm for silence, “Coming out for the first time from their litter, let’s have a look at our Trained Ones! 
Aren’t they stunning?
They were actually given real names, too, in honor of the occasion! How about that?”

The crowd roared with laughter.  Name a Trained One?

The three women frowned, looking at each other.  All the girls had names from the day they were taken in. They were even educated in the arts, sciences and domestic duties as well as warfare.  The perfect mate to a Strong Man. Were the Free Citizens
stupid enough to believe they were locked in pens and only trained for fighting all their lives?

“The short-haired mare is Lina, the dark one with long black hair is Suri, and this tiny gold thing is Keeria.  I hear this one bites!” he laughed with the crowd.

“You’re lucky I don’t have your pecker anywhere near my teeth right now,” Keeria hissed, but the announcer either didn’t hear her or ignored her.

Traisk was amused, leaning against the wall casually with his arms crossed as he watched the little firebrand.  He would love to see her naked, squirming under his touch as he plunged his hungry shaft into her virgin womanhood. Pain started to well inside of him as his cock started to react to his thoughts.

“Scary, huh?  Poor Traisk h
ad best
watch out for this one before she gets her claws in him?
We h
ave some new surprises for our viewers today.  First, everything,
and I mean everything,
will be visible!  That’s right, you’ll be able to see wh
atever
our contestants do, even take a piss.  Like that?”

Rousing applause was his response.

“Ok, now the rules, although I’m sure you all know them already,” the announcer said as the large screen above him flashed on, “As you all know, the ultimate goal for each of the Trained Ones is to gain True Freedom, or failing that, to at least become Free Ones.  The goal for the Strong Man, of course, is to take a Trained One as his prize. Here is how this game will be played…”