The Maze (9 page)

“Yes.  I need to use the outpot, please untie me.”

“Like I told your companions, no. I’ve already seen you naked, so there is no reason to blush.”

“This is different.  This is private!”

“Unlock me and I’ll untie you.”

“Over my dead body!”

“You will wish that was an option.  Today is the day we decide who wins this little game, Keeria.  I plan on having a little bit of time to enjoy you once this cage is off. We really only have one more First Sun and a partial Second Sun for you to manage to kill me.  So far, I’m ahead, thanks to your companions’ eagerness to claim me. If you continue to be so dogged stubborn, you’ll stay tied up in here after the buzzer and you’ll lose.  Maybe the elders will take pity on you and let you try this again with another Strong Man, perhaps one like your trainers. The chances of that, though, are slim to none. I also hear that the auctions have some very, uh, interesting bidders nowadays. You might enjoy that a bit more.”

“I hate you.”

“You keep telling me that, but you mumble in your sleep.  My name came up several times.”

“Liar! Get out of here!”

“First, let’s take care of your personal issues.  Sit there and pee, and stop acting like a petulant child,” Traisk ordered, crossing his colossal arms and staring directly at her after placing her on the outpot. She glared at him, fighting the spasms in her bladder.  For the first time, she was truly grateful for the flushing given her by the Head Trainer; it ensured her not having to do anything else for a few days.

“You might as well just go.  It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged.  Sighing, Keeria closed her eyes and blushed as the stream rushed from her body, the relief and shame both evident on her face.  Traisk smiled, pulling her over his lap to clean her off and explore her delightful nooks and crannies.  The soft cloth he used to wash her was silky against her tender skin and he paused often to touch her folds and clit with a finger, spreading her wide to study her perfection and contemplate how a man of his length and girth would fit inside such a small but delightfully moist receptacle. She wiggled under his view, both embarrassed and aroused.

“If I unlocked you, you would let me go?” she asked, searching the room with her eyes for a weapon.

“You would be required to be used by me to gain your status as my mate.  Changing your mind?” Traisk asked, wondering what trick she was up to.

“Used by you?”

“Are the Trained Ones that innocent? Were you ever instructed in mating rituals? I know you’ve been touched before, your fur was shaved off.  The others are still unshaven. Why?”

The look on her face answered his question.  He groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Great.  Master Kal conveniently left out this one little tidbit. I will kill that asshole, so help me.  Not only are you stubborn, rebellious, conniving and have a smart mouth, but you are also both a mental and physical innocent.  No wonder you girls hate us so much.  Your Trainers probably did everything they could to frighten you away from mating. Especially after what happened to them.”

“I want out of here.  I will not be used by the elders or a miner.”

“You don’t even know what they will do to you.  Ok, listen carefully. Do you trust me?”

“No.”

“At least you’re honest. Do you still want to kill me?”

“If it means my freedom, yes.”

“Oky doky, then that’s settled.  I’m not untying your hands for a while.  Instead, we are going to play some games.  When you are ready to unlock me, say the words and it will be done.”

“I will never say the words.” Keeria began to prepare her mind for torture, not knowing what devious actions his ‘games’ included.  Sighing, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the next room.  Off to one side was a very tall, double-sided bench with manacles hanging from the ceiling.

“We’ll start here.  I don’t want you on your feet and being distracted by your injuries.  Sit here… no, put your legs on either side. Oh my, we forgot to divest you of these silly things.” Traisk grinned wickedly, suddenly stripping her remaining clothes straight from her body.  Keeria’s eyes filled with loathing as she glared at him, refusing to show her embarrassment at being completely naked before him once again. He placed her so that she straddled the bench, pushing her legs wide apart so that she was balanced in the center.  Her feet dangled a good yard from the floor with her bottom and pussy stretched open in the center, ready, even if not willing, to be subjected to his exploration and pleasure.

He pulled the two manacles down and, after studying them, tore pieces of leather from her discarded shorts to pad her wrists before locking them individually into the manacles.  He untied her hands and slowly pulled the manacles’ chains to lift them high over her head. Keeria grimaced.  The position was not painful—most of her weight still rested on her thighs as she straddled the bench, and so her arms were not strained—but it was quite humiliating.  Her breasts were pushed forward and her naked bottom and pussy were lifted well off the bench, exposing everything to Traisk’s view and touch. He then strapped her ankles together under the bench.  She could not kick him or go anywhere this way.

“Before we begin this little adventure, I want you to know that I might have to leave you at times if I cannot control my own responses.  I don’t know how long, but whatever position you’re in, you’ll be staying there until I return.  Your best bet is to succumb to my demands and unlock me.  The longer it takes me to make you submit, the longer I’m tortured, and I can’t promise I will be as gentle towards the end if you fail to comply. Will you unlock me?”

“No.”

“Then we begin. I’m sure you’ve been told that Strong Men are taught the art of pleasure as well as pain.  I intend to have you experience both. These will be mine by the end of today,” he said, touching her breasts and brushing his hand nonchalantly across her stretched cunny. Keeria held her breath, waiting for the punishing twists and pinches that always followed. Instead, Traisk knelt on the ground in front of her and began to trace her left nipple with his tongue.  He was so tall that he was able to face her directly despite the height of her perch. He pulled the nipple into his hot mouth and suckled gently, grazing the hard bud with his straight white teeth.  She felt her body respond; her pussy started to tighten and loosen sporadically.

Masters of seduction.

She focused her mind
away from the pleasure, partitioning it from Traisk’s attempt to seduce her.  His lips paid tribute to her other breast, nibbling gently around the pink areola before pulling the hard nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth.  Keeria inhaled sharply, losing her focus for a moment.  She could feel her pussy growing wet and nothing she could do would stop it.  She hated her body, almost as much as she hated him.  She was enjoying his attention.  The bastard.

Traisk was pleased with himself; he successfully kept his mind on the task at hand and was able to push aside his own desires. He brought his lips up to her mouth and pressed them hotly to hers, feeling her part her own lips in response.  She couldn’t fight him for long and he knew it.  He didn’t want her too, either.

He gently sucked her lower lip between his teeth, tasting her sweetness. His mouth traveled to her long, slender neck, kissing, licking and nibbling her sensitive pulse points, her ear lobes, and under her chin. By now, Keeria had her eyes closed and was panting heavily, trying to control her body’s responses and failing miserably.

Masters of Seduction
.  The words drifted far back into the recesses of her mind.

“I’m going to blindfold you,” Traisk announced, covering her eyes with a dark piece of soft leather he had found. “Are you ready to say the words?”

“Eat shit and die!” was her forced, raspy response.

The crowd laughed, leaning towards their screens and waiting anxiously for the next move.

“Those were NOT the words I was looking for, nor were they very nice.  What a shame, we were having so much fun,” Traisk scolded, pulling a thick leather strap off the wall.  He loosened the chains that held her manacles, untied her ankles, and lifted her off the bench to lay her, face down, across the two planks. He clipped her handcuffs to the eyehooks on one side and released the chains. “You asked for this, Keeria.  I hope it’s what you wanted.”

Keeria wheezed as the leather landed punitively across the center of her bare bottom. It burned! A loud pop was heard as it wrapped over the soft mounds of her cheeks, leaving an image of the thick, wide instrument etched on her skin. Five more times, the strap fell, leaving a fiery imprint each time.  Traisk frowned, pausing. Keeria was not responding.  The little brat had been able to partition herself!

“I am impressed, little girl. But you just gave away your secret.  You are accustomed to distance, rhythm and no physical contact.  I’m also guessing you have experienced the typical implements used to punish and that they’ve been applied all over your body, not just to these stunning little moons.  Am I right? Ok, you refuse to answer, but now I know what equipment you are familiar with so it’s easy for me to find different and unique methods. I do have a particular one that I know for certain will elicit a reasonable response.  It’s the one I used on your companions. It broke them almost immediately without much effort on my part. I’ll save that one for last, if you insist on me making you scream before this day is out. I really wanted to avoid that, but I’m starting to get uncomfortable again. Strong Men are not usually that inventive but I’m an exception.”

“Do you always talk so fucking much?” Keeria demanded, catching her breath and turning her blindfolded eyes in the direction of his voice.

“When I feel like it.  I do this when I feel like it, too.” He cracked his hand sharply against her left cheek, hearing her yelp.  He left her lying across the bench while he regained his comfort under cool water. Glancing across the room, he grinned.  Keeria’s exposed bottom was cherry red and hanging enticingly over the edge of the bench.  He breathed slowly, urging his manhood to take a break and stop disturbing his playtime.

Keeria felt blood rushing to her head.  She was humiliated, embarrassed, and ashamed as she laid face down, bottom high in the air.  Except for her one experience with the Head Trainer, and the quick bout across Traisk’s knees, she had never been placed in this position for punishment. She had also never been blindfolded.  This one feature alone made her imagination soar to levels she did not dream possible.  She could not see, and therefore she could not anticipate. If she could not anticipate, then she could not block what might be coming.  She felt utterly and completely helpless for the first time in her life.

She heard Traisk behind her.  “What are you going to do?”

”Where’s our bravado, my sweet girl? Starting to get a little nervous?  Just remember, I’m not permitted to harm you, but that leaves an awful lot of room for interpretation.  Ready to unlock me?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Honey, after one month of being locked up and then seeing you beautiful creatures naked and across my lap, believe me, if I could get this cage off, I would consider that an option.  But until I do, it’s you who will get fucked, and we start here,” he said, patting her rump as he pulled a chair to face her trembling backside. He smiled, seeing her fear.  His large hands covered her globes, admiring the marks left by the strap. “Ordinarily, I don’t like seeing marks on my prey, but yours are beautiful. Let’s see what you have hidden in here for me.”

Keeria bit her cheek as she felt him pry her buttocks apart, his large hands easily cupping either side to expose her tiny, pink anus.  He leaned forward to gently touch it with his tongue and heard her squeal.

“Don’t do that! It’s gross!”

“Doesn’t bother me.  Plus, I have you nice and clean.  Don’t you like it?” he asked, repeating the process, probing a little deeper with the tip of his tongue.

“No, goddamnit! Stop!” Keeria suddenly realized her mistake.  She had given him another edge! What was wrong with her?

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” Traisk chuckled, wetting his finger with the gel he had used to heal her feet and pressing it gently to the winking hole.  Keeria gulped as his finger entered her, the thick digit stretching her bottom hole uncomfortably.  It didn’t hurt, per se, but it certainly gave her reason to protest.

“Please stop that,” she murmured.

“Will you unlock me?”

“No, I will not.”

“Then I will happily continue.”

The crowd tittered, enjoying the way Traisk toyed with the woman.

Keeri
a held her tongue as Traisk continued to finger fuck her ass.  Nothing she had been trained for had prepared her for the sensations she was experiencing.  She was humiliated and demeaned, yet her body responded with a carnal need to meet his pumping rhythm.  She refused to give him the satisfaction of a physical response, other than the fact her pussy was dripping with juice. A fact he noticed and said nothing about.

When he dislodged his invasive finger from her, Keeria felt
empty.
The feeling did not last long as he slowly inserted a wider, longer object into her loosened hole.