The Maze (2 page)

“Lovely.  Too bad the Elders took this from me,” he said as he pointed to his crotch, “otherwise I would show you what you have to look forward to.”

Keeria was the only one who did not break her glare, looking up into his cruel, cold eyes.

“Good thing they did it first, otherwise I would be doing it for them,” she hissed, readying for the slap.  It never came.

“Always trying to provoke me, aren’t you, little one? You have one month to prepare for the Maze.  During this time, you will be allowed to heal from your bruises.  While the Trainers will not be permitted to beat you, we do have other ways to punish bad behavior. Take them to their cells and clean them up, then bring this one to my quarters.  Do not harm them,” Head Trainer Denkar ordered the guards.

Keeria snarled as three sets of hands dragged the three women to the showers and hosed them down with icy water.  Keeria crouched on the floor, tucking her chin to prevent the hard water from hitting her face. She was raised to her feet and her wrists snapped into a pair of restraints hanging from the ceiling. Her toes were raised off the floor and her shoulders started to ache.

Keeria’s heart pounded; this had not occurred before.  The tr
ainers never used restraints or penetr
ation! They were forbidden, by law, to
intentionally
disable a Trained One, although they tended to disregard this edict when they forced the girls to breathe the wet, acidic air of the dying planet on long runs.

She watched as her two companions were led outside, still naked.  Soon she was left hanging
,
exposed and vulnerable, before one handler. Like all Trainers, he had once competed in the Maze.  His rancor toward women shone in his eyes; it was a woman who had cost him his manhood. He looked straight into her smoky blue orbs, smirking.

“Not so mouthy when you’re dangling there like a slab of meat, are you Keeria?” he asked, walking around her wet, naked form, his hand grazing her skin.

“You heard the Head Trainer!  You cannot harm me!”

“Getting scared, Keeria?  That’s not like you. You’ve been very sheltered here, and you know nothing of what is in store for you, do you? In the Maze I had a mare hanging like this for hours after I captured her.  Her arm muscles were so worn out, I thought she couldn’t take a knife to me. Was I wrong!  She cut me before the elders did,” the man snarled, starting to lather soap over her bare body.  He harshly scrubbed every inch of her, including her woman’s folds and the soft skin nestled between her firm bottom cheeks, and then hosed her off with the cold water. As she hung there dripping, his hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples roughly, smiling at her wince.

She closed her eyes, escaping into that part of her mind that could block pain and fear.  She had achieved the ability to partition herself over the years, allowing her to tolerate more hardship that she thought possible.
As children, they were subjected to countless hours of mental and physical exercises and grueling tasks designed to sharpen their minds and skills.  Punishment was dealt out swiftly with a cane and the girls fought hard to avoid it, except Keeria.  Her inability to control her tongue left her in constant contact with the hateful cane that was usually applied to the backs of her thighs.  Rarely a week would pass when she wasn't summoned by the Head Trainer.  The boarding school life ended when they turned
18,
and then they
were sent to training camps and exposed to
the most serious, and painful, of training exercises.  Her
ability to p
artition
had made her a favorite target of the other trainers’ sadistic experiments with v
arious implements used for punishment
,
as well as the Head Trainer’s crop
and short whip
.

“When was the last time you cried, Keeria? Hmmm?”

She made no sound as his fingers touched and tweaked her hardened nipples.  Unable to achieve any satisfying reaction, he quickly grew bored. “I wish I had time to play with you, but duty calls,” he said, releasing her and tossing her a towel. “Dry off and get dressed. On second thought, let’s keep you naked.  Head Trainer likes you that way. He thinks you’re more submissive.”

Keeria held her chin up as he shoved her towards the lead trainer’s personal quarters.  She had never been there before and could only imagine what type of nasty games he would think of to punish her for her rudeness.  She was somewhat relieved, knowing he was not permitted to mark her, but she was certain he’d find some other way to humiliate and degrade her.

“Keeria, my beauty… Enter.  You are dismissed,” the Head Trainer said to her escort as she dropped her head to the floor before him. Nodding, her handler silently left after eyeing her perfect round bottom.  She was ordered to attention and quickly stood, fully exposed and in presentation position before the eunuch.  His smile never touched his eyes as he scanned her well-toned but feminine body.

“It’s time you learned some lessons, my dear.  We’ve protected you from the ugly world and you are about to see what you’ve missed.  It wouldn’t be right of me to not enlighten you, now, would it?”

Keeria remained silent, staring into space.  If the world really was uglier than what she had seen so far, she wasn’t looking forward to seeing more of it.  The man shook his head, standing and picking up his crop.

“I would advise you to be more appreciative right now.  If you want to survive in that Maze, there are things you need to learn.”  He set the crop aside and stroked her face gently with his hand.

“Why would you help me win?” Keeria sneered, jerking her face away from his hand. He kissed her shoulder, walking behind her.

“Your win is my win.  The elders are very generous to the Trainer when one of our mares shows well,” he whispered into her neck, his hand making its way down to her naked bottom.  His fingers slid between her cheeks and stroked the tiny, tight rosebud.  Keeria gasped; she had never been touched like that before!    The Head Trainer chuckled, massaging the pucker gently.

“The cruelty of Elien is beyond your understanding, you poor, naïve child,” he said, wetting his finger with spittle then returning it to her bottom hole as she stood there stiffly, hands on her head and holding her breath. “Things can be done to a woman without the use of a cock.  Things like this,” he said, suddenly thrusting his finger deep inside of her bottom.  Keeria cried out in pain.  Trainers never practiced any type of penetration, so she was not expecting the assault upon her rear entry.

“Or things like this,” the man said, starting to slowly slide his thick digit in and out of her as he reached his other hand around to the front and began to finger her clit.  Keeria’s eyes widened as waves of pleasure flowed through her body.  The Head Trainer suddenly stopped, leaving her panting with desire.  He chuckled, stepping away to wash his hands.

“That was just a little taste of what can be done to you in the Maze.  Strong Men are trained from birth to be both fierce and seductive.  One of them can conquer you as much with gentleness as he can with force.  Remember that and you’ll win your freedom.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Keeria whispered, sweat still covering her body as her knees shook. 

“Go now.  Prepare your mind and your body to win.  Despite you being
a woman, i
t will sadden me to lose you.  I will miss you and would be even more distressed to see you used up by either the elders or the miners or the training camps.”

Keeria’s mind swam as her keeper escorted her to her cell.  Head Trainer Denkar had given her much to think about. She knew she had no choice; she had to win, no matter the cost. The only chance of achieving True Freedom would be to kill the Strong Man before he conquered her.

* * *

Traisk wiped the sweat from his eyes, dropping the barbell on the floor.  He flexed his immense muscles, swollen with blood from his workout, and slowly stretched.  He bit his lip, glancing down at the uncomfortable leather and plastic cage that entrapped his penis and scrotum.  The last month had been pure agony.  The cage allowed him to urinate, but an erection caused him pain and pure misery. To make things even more difficult, Master Kal had sent over numerous stock females to tease and torment him.  He was to abide by the rules of the Maze; he was not to harm them but only to practice various means of conquering.  He bored quickly; a simple pinch on the back of the neck and most girls started blubbering.

“Think you’re ready?” Kal asked from behind him.  Traisk glared hatefully.

“It would be wise for you to get out of my face right now. I’m pumped and horny, and I just w
ant
to kill something with my bare hands.  I would be very happy for it to be you.”

“But look at all the goodies I brought you? Oh, that’s right, you couldn’t enjoy them,” Kal laughed keeping his distance, “I sure did.”

“How does this damn thing work anyway?” Traisk asked, trying to adjust himself under the snug cage.

“There’s a lock on the back panel.  It can only be unlocked by a three-word verbal code.” Kal grinned.  “A Trained One has to speak the code to unlock you.  Needless to say, she won’t do it without a fight.”

“You son of a bitch.  I swear, one day your throat will be between my hands…”

* * *

“Keeria! Step forward.  Head Trainer Denkar wishes to see you.”

Keeria eyed the handler suspiciously, silently following him to the master’s chambers. He had been unusually tolerant of her this last month, almost civil.  She wondered what her winning in the Maze meant to him.  Her muscles were pleasantly sore after a long period of exercise this morning and she had been rewarded with a warm hosing to rinse off.  She now wondered, one day before the Maze, what was in store for her. She entered the Head Trainer’s quarters and stood at attention, hands behind her head to present herself. He did not miss the fact that she challenged him with her eyes as she stared boldly at him.

“Do you think you’re ready, little Keeria?” he asked, picking up his ever-present crop and strolling towards her.

“As ready as I can be, Sir.” Keeria stared at him, not moving her head.  She didn’t miss the new addition to his room and suddenly felt her heart quicken.

“I see you noticed my new furniture.  You’ll be the first to try it.  The elders have demanded that you be examined prior to the event so that they know you will be at peak performance
and able to breed should you be conquered
.”

“I have no intention of being any man’s brood mare, Head Trainer,” she snapped, then realized what he had said. “Examined? How?”

“How?  Very thoroughly, that is how.  Did you know that I was named High-Class as a physician before they called me into the Maze?” the Head Trainer announced, picking up a pair of plastic gloves and snapping them against his palm as he put them on.

“No, He
ad Trainer
.”

“Oh, yes… Now strip, Trained One,” he ordered, his voice changing to a dark and powerful tone. 

Keeria trembled, obeying quickly.  Her gray slacks, shirt and undergarments fell to the floor and she stood naked before him, in position once again.  The Head Trainer traced the curves of her breasts with his crop, gently flicking her nipples with the tip.  She winced, unprepared.  The leather tip followed the outline of her gently sloped hips and the soft, enticing curves of her buttocks before following slowly down the crease between her legs.

“Spread your thighs,” he ordered, snapping the inside of her left thigh with the crop.  Keeria obeyed, feeling him draw the slender rod between her legs and press the side into the moist folds of her vagina. He chuckled, stroking the short, slender crop slowly over her pussy, not missing the slickness left upon its surface.

“Are you enjoying your examination?”

“No, Master,” came the breathy answer.

“Your body is telling me that your lips are lying.  Bend forward and grab your ankles.”

Keeria hesitated, then obeyed.  She tried to partition her mind as his hands ran down the inside of her thighs and then returned to her bottom, spreading her cheeks wide apart.  She could not stop the heat from rising to her face as he pressed his mouth to the small of her back and she felt his hot breath travel down to her stretched rosebud.

“Beautiful… Stay in position.”

Keeria heard the sound of clanking behind her as she held her ankles, legs spread, forcing her bottom to stick out and clearly showing her tiny pink bottom hole.  She bit her lip as she felt something cool and slippery being massaged into it.

“You look very uncomfortable.  Let’s remedy that,” the Head Trainer said, pulling a chair in front of her.  He sat, feet on the floor, his long legs pressed together. “Lay across my lap.”

“Sir?” She had never assumed this intimate position before. He h
ad always made her stand for punishment.

“Obey me, girl!” he commanded.  Keeria quickly responded, placing her flat stomach across his bony knees.  He adjusted her to bring her rounded, pale bottom to where he could see every hidden part of her most private regions.  His hand stroked her cunny briefly before returning to her shivering rosebud.

“The first part of an examination is taking your temperature.  We are going to do it the way it was done on Earth thousands of years ago.  Stay still,” came the order as he first probed her bottom hole with this thick finger, stretching
and twirling
before withdrawing the finger and then inching a thick, glass rod deep inside.  Keeria felt the heat in her face again as she blushed red at the humiliation of lying naked across this old man’s knees.  Being
held
in place with her bare backside high in the air and having a thermometer stuck into her b
ottom
wrenched at every bit of pride she had.

Keeria was not a crier; it took more pain than the Trainer could deliver to get tears from her, but this wretched act brought her close.  She fought her embarrassment as he played with the rod, moving it back and forth, dipping his finger into her slit to gauge her arousal.  Once again, her body betrayed her and his finger returned wet and fragrant with her juices. He poked and prodded at her neck, shoulders
, back, thighs, and legs, pausing only to twist the glass rod now and then.