Slaves of Elysium (24 page)

The beakers of the tray wobbled and she paused to steady herself, despite the fact that this gave her tormentors an easier target and prolonged her agony. Then she set off again for the table that seemed to lie in another country.

Why should she put up with this? The heretic thought flitted through her mind. Why should she accept such cruelty? Because she was a slave at heart, came the swift response. It was her place to suffer; it was her joy to suffer. Pain was also a pleasure, and if she truly learned to love it she could survive anything.

Then she was stooping gracefully and laying the tray on the table, the beakers still upright. The lashing stopped, leaving her flayed skin burning and tingling and a thrill of satisfaction in her heart. She had reached that far country.

 

The house slave was bent over a low crossbar in the training room. Jeni had seen her about, but did not know her name. Her pretty bare bottom was presented to Jeni, her legs and arms chained wide to the base of the bar. Resting on the small of the girl's back was a plug-in dildo, ready oiled and glistening.

‘Bring her to an orgasm,' Takydis said. It seemed simple enough.

Jeni picked up the dildo and slipped the plug ends into herself; the larger rubber dowel going into her vagina and the stubbier cone into her rear, her anal ring sliding over the cone to close about its narrow neck and hold the device in place. The phallus jutted lustily up from her loins.

She positioned herself between the girl's legs, guided the tip of the dildo into her pouting cleft and up into her front passage. Leaning over the girl's naked back, Jeni cupped and squeezed the girl's heavy breasts in encouragement, and began to shaft her.

In a minute she knew something was wrong. The girl was hardly responding at all to the plunging dildo. No trained slave girl could be so unresponsive. What was she doing wrong?

Jeni glanced anxiously round at Takydis, who was silently observing her efforts. His impassive face gave her no clue. Had the others taking their test today already used the girl? Perhaps she was exhausted. But that would not be fair on the girls who went later.

Jeni withdrew the dildo and bent down and peered at the girl's slippery cleft. It was plump and pink, with no sign of reddening from heavy use. She sniffed, but could smell no hint of sperm, but equally no sign of arousal. But there was an odd scent she could not make out emanating from that dark, tight passage. Jeni inserted a curious finger and brought it out filmed with the girl's secretions. As she sniffed once again she felt the tip of her finger begin to go numb. Hastily she wiped it off on her thigh.

Some sort of ointment had been applied to the girl's vagina that numbed her nerve ends. No wonder she had not responded properly to the dildo. The exterior of her clitoris was probably also numbed. But she still had to make her climax. How?

Quickly Jeni moved round to the girl's head and wiped the shaft of the dildo clean on her hair, then positioned herself behind her once again. This time she forced the head of the dildo into the tighter orifice of the girl's anus. As the shaft slid all the way in Jeni heard a muffled groan of pleasure from behind the girl's gag, and knew she had made the right choice.

In a few minutes the girl was wriggling happily, her backside twisting about the shaft Jeni was thrusting deep inside her, and the muffled cry she gave when she came made Jeni choke in relief.

 

A love tree had been set up in the deprivation cage room.

This was no bare shaft, but two metres of sinuous curves and extrusions resembling the naked trunk of some small, slender tree. It was designed for teasing displays, an object to couple with whilst showing off a girl's inventiveness. They had all been taught to use its possibilities to the full.

Takydis nodded. Music came from some unseen speaker – a pulsating, sensuous rhythm. Jeni began to circle the tree, swaying with the music while running her hands over its forked and flowing curves and rich grain. Whether it was real wood or not, the tree had long since been polished smooth and dark by the bodies of countless girls before her.

Jeni embraced it, squatting with her knees wide, letting the knobbed post slide through her groin, rippling her labia and leaving behind a glistening track of excitement. Gazing seductively at Takydis from the corner of her eye she bent down, flicking out her tongue, and licked the spot she had made wet, tasting her own lubrication. She rubbed her breasts into the upper branches, sliding them into the forks so that they were bunched up and pinched tautly together before being released. Still moving in time to the music, she turned her back to the tree and bent over, bottom up and palms to the floor, and rubbed her rear against the knobbly trunk like an animal leaving a scent mark.

Turning about again she pulled herself up by the highest branches, wrapping her legs about the spindly trunk and slowly lowering herself onto a bulbous curving stump of a branch. The tempo of the music quickened. Her cunt lips parted about the rounded knob as it slid up into her. Suddenly her feet kicked in mid-air clear of the floor, as though she had just realised she was impaled, spiked, hooked like a fish.

Then came the surrender to the inevitable. Slowly she embraced the tree with her legs again as the body of a lover, arching and bowing her back as she thrust and squirmed on the peg of wood. Was she screwing the tree, or it her?

As the music reached its climax Jeni let herself go wild, riding the branch avidly, heedless of the discomfort to her tender insides. She went into spasm, shrieking with the last drumbeats, then sagged limply amid the stiff branches of her wooden lover.

 

Jeni stood before the door of Kara's private bedchamber.

‘This is your last test,' Takydis told her. ‘Remnos Kara will personally judge you this time.' Then he turned and walked away.

Nervously, Jeni opened the door and stepped inside.

Translucent pink curtains were drawn across the window, muting the sunlight and suffusing the room with a soft, ruddy radiance. A large iron-framed bed dominated the chamber, and reclining at ease upon it was Kara, completely naked.

Jeni dropped to her knees respectfully, even as she gazed in wonder at her mistress. She was magnificent, sculpted from voluptuous curves without any excess fat or trace of sagging. The taut roundness of her breasts jutted from her chest, tapering to thickly erect, crimson nipples, while below the soft curve of her stomach a thick tangle of dark curls fanned out from between her thighs. She was a woman in her prime, yet filled with the raw vigour of youth. Once again Jeni wondered how old she was.

‘Get on the foot of the bed,' Kara commanded, and Jeni quickly obeyed. As she did so she saw that a short metal tube mounted on a swivel bearing was fastened to the iron frame, pointing up the bed. A length of cord ran out of a slot running down the side of the tube, and was tied about the middle of a short wooden rod so as to form a simple double handle.

Kara smiled at Jeni. ‘Your final test is to pleasure me. I want to feel how well you have learned to use your tongue. But while you do so I want you to have a rod up your backside. It's inside that sheath. You will hold it in place with the handle. You can let go at any time you wish without fear of punishment, but if you do so before I am satisfied, you will have failed the test. Do you understand?'

‘Yes, mistress Kara,' Jeni said.

It seemed very simple. She was sure she could please Kara, and having a dildo in her rear would only add to her pleasure. She could imagine she was being sodomised while licking Kara out.

Her mistress lay back on her pillows, bent her knees and parted her legs. Jeni licked her lips at the lushness of her pubic delta, and the plump pink lips framed within it. She smelt a waft of musky intimate scent, and knew Kara was already aroused. This was going to be a real pleasure.

Jeni positioned herself on her knees between Kara's legs and reached back to grasp the handle. She had to pull against the resistance of a spring within the tube, but slowly the oiled head of the dildo emerged.

It was a monster, and Jeni gulped at the thought of it inside her rear. But she could not fail now. Keeping a grip on the handle she squatted down, pushing her bottom towards the phallic rod.

She could not make it reach!

As she moved backwards so did the dildo, and she could not draw her hands up her back far enough to pull it into her. There was too much cord. Could she keep a grip on it lower down?

She began turning the handle, winding the cord around it and virtually winching the dildo into her. The bulbous head nudged her anus and began to push inside, but then kept slipping away. It was so hard to keep lined up without proper resistance to work against. Jeni began sobbing with the effort of skewering herself and horrified of failing in front of Kara. She gave a desperate jerk with her arms and suddenly the head of the dildo popped through her anal ring, and the shaft slowly followed. Her breath came in shuddering gasps as the monstrous thing filled her bowels, forcing her rectal passage to conform to its presence. It was painful, but horribly exciting at the same time.

Holding the handle tightly to keep the dildo in place, Jeni bent forward towards her mistress' waiting sex, its lips pouting and hungry for her tongue...

‘Ahhh!' Jeni yelped, as a jolt of pain stabbed through her insides, making her rectum contract so sharply it almost expelled the thick rod plugging it. The dildo was electrified!

‘You can let go of the handle any time you wish,' Kara reminded her.

So this was the real test. For once she had the choice to accept the pain or to walk away from it. But that meant failing the test... and denying her own nature. Pain, sweet pain; the badge of her submission! She would be her own tormentor if necessary. She would suffer to give pleasure. Suffering was pleasure.

Gripping the handle even tighter, she pressed her face into Kara's quim, and her yelps as the dildo shocked her again and again did not stop her busy tongue from doing its duty.

 

The huge dildo had withdrawn into its tube once more, and Jeni lay limp between Kara's thighs, feeling strangely drawn and empty, her face bedewed with orgasmic discharge.

Gently her mistress stroked Jeni's hair and said, ‘Well done. I'm proud of you.'

And Jeni's heart sang with joy and pride.

 

It was only at the end of the day when they were returned to their cells that Jeni discovered they had all passed the tests. Now they were fit to be sold.

 

 

Early in the morning of auction day, Jeni, Rebecca, Reena, Cynim and Zarri were taken out of their cells and prepared for their journey. Kara had hired a covered gliding carriage, drawn by a pair of hooded male slaves, which was large enough to carry her, two house slave assistants, the five girls and a few items of baggage.

Heavily chained, belted and muzzled, they were marched inside and strapped into their seats. Kara took her place up front and signalled to the driver, who flicked the reins leading to the slaves' collars and they started off, gliding smoothly and silently through the almost deserted streets of the city just waking to the clear light of dawn.

The girls looked about excitedly, enjoying the unaccustomed luxury of being transported by the sweat of others. Kara wanted them to arrive at the sale as fresh and clean as possible. Jeni, however, looked back through the window as the gate of the House of Remnos fell away behind with a pang of loss. The slave house had been like a home to her. It was certainly where she had, in a sense, grown up.

Turning away from the window she saw Rebecca was not looking back, but eagerly ahead. She was thinking only of the future.

 

The auction house was a domed building not far from the Erekthion.

Within, the lofty space was divided into three main areas. There was an outer ring running two-thirds the way round the dome filled with fixed cages, where slaves might be inspected prior to their sale. Then came a sunken middle ring with raked seats where the bidders sat for the sale itself, and at the very centre a dais where the auctioneer stood and the lots were displayed. In a wedge behind the dais were the sales offices and preparation rooms. Large screens hung from the ceiling and walls, linked to tiny remotely controlled camera's that were arrayed about the dais, so that every detail of the lots were revealed as they were put up for sale.

The five girls were checked against the lists by an auction house official, and their House of Remnos cuffs were replaced by ones of a thicker, broader design. Then they were taken to the display cages.

The cages reminded Jeni of old-fashioned, round wire birdcages with rounded tops. They were set on waist-high plinths, so that the girls were displayed at a convenient height. The cages were just tall enough for a girl to stand up in, but most of the time they were expected to kneel in suitably servile postures. Apart from a loose chain linking their collars to a ring in the top of each cage, they were unconfined; ready to adopt any pose potential buyers might demand of them to better show off their charms.

Jeni and Rebecca were put in a cage together, as they were to be sold as a pair. The other girls were put singly in cages nearby. Kara and the two house slaves fussed over them all, brushing their hair, taking special care with Jeni and Rebecca's, touching up their make-up and adding discrete dabs of perfume.