The Maze (10 page)

“Oh!” she hiccupped, feeling the cold, unknown object slowly stretch her, filling her rectum uncomfortably.

“Like this? It’s way too small to compare with my cock, but it should give you an idea of how it will feel when I take you from behind,” he whispered, again pumping the glass dildo slowly. “Of course, my cock is nice and warm, and the skin is soft and flexible.  It will feel so much nicer than this.  Yet, you like this, don’t you?”

Keeria refused to answer, feeling her pussy starting to contract with the desire to be touched, penetrated, worshipped.  She hated her body.

Traisk chuckled, concentrating on his work.  He would deflower her slowly, gently and make her beg for the real thing.  Then it would become fun. Abruptly, he pulled out the dildo and left her panting while he took another personal break. When he returned, she was quivering.

“Are you cold?” he asked, knowing she would refuse to talk to him as she struggled with her desires.  Traisk was, once again, amused.  One day, he would have to track down and thank that older camp whore who had taught him this little game, including spanking.  She was different than the other whores, there had been no sex.  Her instruction was strictly about women.  How they felt, how they thought, what they needed. Silven had been her name, and she had told him that, if done correctly, he could bring the strongest of women to her knees before him without violence.  She was so right. She had also warned him that a truly dominant man was one who cared, not just punished.  Balance would bring him what he craved. She had been wise, he thought, and very instructive in so many ways. For that, he was appreciative.

“I have one more little toy to play with.  You might not like this one quite as much.  It’s called a plug. Touch it.” He placed the wide based, slender necked item in her hand.  It was huge!

“You are not going to put that in me!”

“You aren’t really in a position to stop me, now are you?  Are you ready to unlock me?”

“Do your worst! I will not be your slave!”

“Honey pie, you already are,” he advised her, returning to her back entrance and again fingering her.   “But I think we can give you just a little more time to prepare you for this bad boy.”

Unable to see what he was doing behind her, Keeria listened for clues.  She heard water running, the sound of metal, and what sounded like a liquid being squirted. She jumped, startled, as his hot lips kissed her left bottom cheek.

Keeria fought back tears as she felt him firmly insert a long, wide object deep inside of her rectum and then felt his hand hold it steadfast. “What are you doing?” she whimpered.

“Oh, I think you know.  You must have had one of these before you came here. I’ve been watching your toileting habits, my love.”

Shame flooded her face, her humiliation growing as he slowly released warm water into her, not allowing her the dignity of even holding the hose herself, but insisting on doing it for her. This was her worst nightmare, the one the Head Trainer had warned her could happen. Not only having to receive an old earth-style enema, but probably having to expel in front of this horrid, despicable worm! To make matters worse, the solution was causing her to cramp terribly!

“Please stop,” she begged, her stomach churning beneath her, “it’s making me sick.  Please, no more.”

“I’m glad to see you are learning some manners.  Tummy hurt?” Traisk asked, amused once again.  His hand did not budge from the hose although he did stop the flow.

“It’s horrible! I need… I need to go!” she pleaded loudly, so afraid she was going to further embarrass herself by releasing the sudsy fluid all over his hand.

“Do you now?  Will you say the words?” he asked, then suddenly took pity on her as she began to cry. “Oh, very well.  You don’t play this game very well, you know.  Here or the outpot?”

“The outpot! Oh my God! Hurry!” Keeria sobbed as he carried her to the commode. Soapy water rushed from her body in an explosion as he pulled the hose out from between her legs.  She wept pitifully into her hands, mortified and chastened, knowing he had watched her every move and heard every humiliating sound that had erupted from her body.

He brought a cool cloth and dabbed her face before handing her a goblet of water.  She drank thirstily, trying to ignoring the horrendous grumbling her stomach continued to make.

“Did I use too much soap?” Traisk asked with a knowing smile, squatting in front of her.

“Only if you were trying to get me to blow my guts out.  Why?”

He dabbed her sweating brow again, touching her thigh. “You know why.  You must submit to me.  I refuse to let you go.  You will be mine, fully and completely.  Are you ready to say the words yet?”

“No… I don’t care what you do to me, I will not leave here conquered. I will not bear the shame.”

“So do you think you can do better than me? I’m a Prestige, a Ketar winner, and, if I say so myself, I’m kind of good looking.”

“In your own mind, perhaps. Could you please… give me a minute alone.  I’m miserable.”

Sighing, Traisk nodded and left the room.  When he stepped back into the room a few minutes later, there was a blade at his throat before he even noticed that Keeria wasn’t where he had left her.

“I told you I would not be conquered, Strong Man!” Keeria growled, raking the blade viciously across his neck.

Chapter Six

Keeria still could not believe that the bastard had dulled her cinquedea!  He must have done it while she slept.

She tried not to cry aloud as he slowly worked the large plug into her bottom.  He wanted to avoid tearing her so he took his time and used his talented fingers to maneuver the tissue around the wide base.  Keeria, sobbing, sighed in relief when it was finally seated. 

“This is what happens to naughty girls who try to cut my throat.”

“I hate you,” she cried, her bottom hole stinging and feeling extremely full.

“Yes, I know.  You keep telling me that.  Good thing I believed you and took precautions or I wouldn’t be here right now,” Traisk said, running his hands over her naked flesh. He lifted her up off her stomach and carried her to another piece of furniture.

Blindfolded again, Keeria held her breath as he settled her into a soft, swing like chair, with her bottom popping out of a hole in the center of it.  She grasped the ropes on either side as he restrained her hands in place.  He pulled the fabric up around her until she lay completely cradled in the device, like a hammock. He then gently spread her legs wide apart and restrained her ankles as well, careful of her comfort.  Her upper body and legs were now completely immobilized, almost cocooned by the fabric, while the area from her waist to the middle of her thighs hung through the hole and was left fully accessible for anything he desired.

Keeria squirmed miserably.  The sensation of the butt plug with gravity pulling down on it was very distracting, plus her blatant exposure to his whims was horrifying.  She felt the swing being raised higher, and her legs being pulled up even closer to her chest.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Like you give a shit.”

“Oh, I do, very much.  Isn’t this nice, Keeria? Oh, no, your little pussy is crying.  It must be lonely! Look how wet it is. Poor thing.”

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole.”

“No, this is an asshole,” he tapped the plug, making her yip, “and you still have not learned any manners.  Tsk, tsk, in this position, one would think to watch their tongue.”

Keeria screeched as Traisk’s heavy hand whacked her unmercifully along her stretched sit spots and the back of her upper thighs.  She was completely unable to move or squirm.  She dared not even try to escape the punishing blows, out of fear that he would end up spanking her exposed pussy in the process.  Traisk was careful, though. He wanted that sweet thing ready for pleasure, never for punishment. When he stopped, he leaned in toward her face.

“Are you going to be nice now?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good girl.  Are you ready to unlock me?”

“Never.”

Stubborn brat, Traisk thought.  But then, maybe she was toying with him as well.  He considered it; this pleasure/pain was a whole new experience for her and perhaps she wanted to see how far he could take her.  Too bad his cock couldn’t be part of the fun, then she would really enjoy herself.

“Too bad.  I’m going to go take care of your friends and then take a nap. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“But this THING is still in me! It hurts!’

“Such is life.  Just remember that feeling every time you tell me ‘no’. Oh, also for the next time you try to cut my throat.  I’m pretty sure you’ll want to try that again at least one other time in our future.”

The crowd laughed, clapping.  This was so much more fun to watch than the typical event!

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Tr
aisk leaned back, observing the two other women as they bathed happily in the Grecian pool. They had been cooperative, again offering to unbind him and he took the chance in letting them free from their tethers for a short while as a reward. He just made certain that nothing that could be used as a weapon was within their reach. He frowned as they both slithered out of the pool, naked and beautiful.  Lina started to sing, her shapely body undulating seductively before him.  Suri joined in, her warriors grace reminding him of a cobra.  Beautiful, hypnotizing and deadly.

“I’m warning you, girls.  Stop this now.”

They did not heed his order.  Traisk swallowed as the two began to entwine themselves around one another, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies as well as their own.  Suri’s mouth traveled over Lina’s ample breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth as she reached down between the girl’s legs.  Lina moaned loudly, her hand stroking Suri’s long hair. Traisk broke out into a sweat, his cage painfully reminding him of its purpose. He stood.

NO! The crowd jeered. Don’t stop them!

“Ladies, I warned you about inappropriate behavior,” he growled, grabbing both by the arms and pushing them over the side of the table. “You will stay there and not move.  I locked the door, so there is no way you can get out of here. I am SO disappointed in you!”

“Traisk! We thought you would like that! Us together!” Lina started to cry as he broke a chair across his knee.  He balanced a thin, wide, flat piece of wood from the back of the broken chair in his hand, and gave it a couple of test swings after checking it for sharp points or splinters. “Please!”

“I thought I made myself perfectly clear what would happen if you disobey me,” Traisk said, lifting the crude paddle-like implement and sending it crashing across her bare bottom. She yelled out in pain. “And you, Suri? You still carry bruises from our first meeting!” Again, the makeshift paddle met naked flesh.  Suri shrieked.

“I’m sooooorrry!” both woman bawled as the paddle moved back and forth between them, promising a very sore and sleepless night for both.  Their words, filled with promises and apologies, fell on deaf ears as Traisk made certain neither would directly disobey him again.  Didn’t the little fools understand that he was trying to save their lives?

Both were then placed in a corner, still naked from their bath and displaying very red and very tender bottoms.  He scrutinized them as he sat back in a chair, once again wishing he was back fighting in the ring. It was so much easier than dealing with females!

“Traisk? Did you really mean what you said? Your promise?” Lina asked, looking up at him from her corner when he walked over to release her.

“If you’re talking about unlocking me, yes.  That’s part of the game,” he answered, warning her that they were being watched and listened to.  She caught his hint.

“If we promise not to run away, can we stay unbound? Please?” Suri asked, her large doe eyes blinking at him as he pulled the two of them to his lap to hold them close.

“Sorry, but you know I won’t take that chance.  Besides, how would I be able to count on your assistance if Keeria remains prideful and you decide to take a little hike?” Traisk considered them carefully, “I think you’ve been up long enough.  Get dressed and let’s eat.  I’ll even allow you to use the outpot by yourselves if you promise to behave.”

“You’re taking a chance with the two of us free right now,” Suri warned him, ignoring Lina’s fearful look.

“You also know what will befall you if you disobey my orders to behave like good girls. Is your bottom still as painful as it looks?”

“Yes,” Suri answered, glancing down shamefully.

Traisk lifted her chin. “Then don’t ask for another spanking, baby girl.  Just behave.”

His gentleness made her want to curl up in his arms and cry.  He sensed it and embraced her, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll get you both out of here, I promise,” he whispered into her ear. She looked at him hopefully.  He was all that was left of her faith.

Both sat uncomfortably at the table across from Traisk, looking at their hands in their laps. He sighed. “Now what's wrong? You both need to eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.  My bottom hurts,” Lina whimpered.  Suri just nodded.