[Siron’s POV]
Tiren is like a broken doll as Zeil hauls him back to our room. He doesn’t struggle or fight the hands that carry him. He’s not able to even walk by himself. My heart aches from the sight of him so subdued but at the same time I feel glad that he’s still alive. Varen isn’t with them and I can see Galen’s worry clearly. Still it’s hard for me to believe that Zeil would kill one of us.
As Zeil takes a hold from Fivas’ shackles I see him smile faintly. Zeil’s voice is so incredibly soft and in different situation I would have loved to hear it. “Let’s see how much training you need, my slave. Varen still needs a partner to do his exercises.”
I sigh relieved; so the idiot is still alive. I hope he doesn’t go insane with all this… I turn to look away from Fivas as his expression betrays his fear and desperation; we all know what is going to happen…
My mind shuts out everything else but my own inner battle. If others knew what I’m thinking they would treat me like they had done with Rezail. They don’t want to think about reasons why Zeil is like this. They want to keep their impression of the perverted monster that has no feelings or past. In that sense I’m more like Rezail… I’ve wondered more than once what made Zeil the man who he is today. Whatever it may have been it must have been horrible to warp one’s mind this much...
I look at the door as it closes. Fivas struggles against the pull of the shackles and whimpers a little as the little spikes inside them reminds him what is coming. I feel for him but he had it coming. We all need to take care of our own wellbeing.
***
[Fivas’ POV]
I know it’s my turn as he steps into our room. His eyes are so cold and still he seems to smirk at us. He is such a psycho. How can he do this to us and still be so cool and collected. Poor Tiren is out of his mind right now and I don’t think I can do any better. I just hope that others will take care of us until we can recover from this night.
As he takes a hold from my shackles I wince involuntarily. It’s too much even before he’s done anything. I’m not ready to experience the thing he calls as slave training again… I can’t hear properly what he’s saying as blood is rushing in my ears but I know the meaning of that faint smile. Oh god… Not again.. No… I can’t do this…
As I try to struggle against the shackles I remember why I was so easily subdued last time… A whimper leaves my lips and I hear a low chuckle from the psycho that is holding them. I look back as the door closes and see Siron staring at me. His eyes are concerned which makes me feel warm inside but the rest of his expression tells me what he’s thinking. I can’t really blame him as I’m feeling the same; we really had this coming.
I follow Zeil to the room he always takes us when he is in the mood of playing. He’s quiet and his movements are measured. So he’s totally in the master mode. This is going to hurt…
My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I step in the room and see blindfolded Varen fastened in the large cross bar. His limbs are stretched apart and his mouth is hanging open but no sound comes as he pants silently. Two anal pearls are hanging from his ass as they probably haven’t fit in… I take a step closer but Zeil stops me by pulling the chains. I just can’t look away from my friend as his angry red cock twitches in time of supposed vibration of the pearls, or maybe it’s the little electricity on the clamps fastened on his nipples. His buttocks are fiery red and I know for sure that he won’t be able to sit in the long time after this. What surprises me in this horrible scene is that there is no blood anywhere.
“Do you like what you are seeing, slave?”
His voice wakes me from my shock and I shake my head. I don’t like to see Varen like this but on the other hand it fascinates me a little…
“Ah, I think you are lying, you naughty slave… It seems to me that you want to join in the game.” His voice is nearly purring into my ear and I shudder mostly from fear but also from the warmth of the breath. I struggle to say something back but as my eyes wander back to Varen I swallow the words. I don’t want to end like him. I just can’t end like him…
***
[Zeil’s POV]
You are a weird one. I can see your interest as you watch your friend but still you smell of fear and there are the first signs of panicking all over you. I turn to lock the door and then I pull out of my knife.
Your expression changes to one of pure horror and you stagger backwards. It’s hilarious really, to think that I would harm you like this. I take a step closer tightening my hold from the chains, my hand with the knife steady as I bring the blade closer to you. I know you will panic soon. “Keep still or I’ll ruin your skin.” My voice is still soft and I know it doesn’t make this any easier than if I yelled at you.
It’s a miracle that you stay in your feet as the knife cuts through the thin material of your shirt. I have no intention to take the shackles away so I need to cut your clothes. They are cheap and I can get you new ones.
I pull the ruined shirt away and throw it in the same pile as the clothes of the two earlier slaves I undressed. With ease I pull you against my shirt clad chest and take a firm hold from your hair. “Do I need to start from the very beginning or do you still remember what I taught to you when you came here?” My question is clear and I know that you will answer it if you remember our first night.
As expected you go limp in my hold even though only my hold from your hair is keeping you in your feet. “I remember, master…” Oh, how tiny your whispering voice is now…
“That is good, my slave, but surely you understand that you need to be punished from your misbehavior.” I keep my voice neutral as I let you slowly slid to sit on the floor. I know you still remember; how you could possibly forget how I pierced your nipples and cock? “Get on your hands and knees, slave.”
You obey nicely enough and I cut your pants pulling them away. Your firm buttocks quiver a little as I ran the dull side of the blade over them. I need to put the blade away right now or I’ll get too excited.
A moan from other side of the room pulls my attention to the other slave. Varen is reeling from the sensations I’m making him suffer. The electricity is so low that it won’t harm either the skin or the nerves, it just tingles quite exquisitely. It wouldn’t be enough to my dear pet but to Varen it is nearly too much.
I smirk at the sight and then return my attention where it belongs. “Now then, my slave, we need to get started.” I grouch behind you and slip my hand between your legs grapping your cock in my hand feeling the piece of jewelry on my palm. I squeeze your member a little and you gasp in response. The little piece of crafted silver is making you sensitive. Maybe I should do something like this to my dear pet too…
***
[Varen’s POV]
I can’t see or hear anything and it’s making my body overly sensitive. My eyes are stinging from tears behind the soaked blindfold and I can’t help but pant from the different sensations that are assaulting my hyper sensitive body from inside and out. Why is he doing this to me..? Why does the monster force me to feel good so much that it hurts..?
The change in the air tells me that I’m not alone anymore. Someone else is seeing me like this… The thought nearly makes me cry again; nobody will ever respect me after this… I could always hope that the monster came back alone but it would be foolish. He went to change my playmate as he told me. Playmate, training, exercises; it all sounds so dirty...
I strain to get to know how close they are but I can’t hear anything. The damn earplugs are blocking all the sounds the others make. Suddenly I feel a hand on my face and I jerk my head away from that contact. I know this hand; so the monster is directing his attention to me again… I shudder uncontrollably as the hand caresses my chest flicking the clamps casually.
It makes me nauseous to feel his touch travel all over my body groping and fondling as it goes. But then it’s suddenly gone again. I’m just left to hang in my bonds like some piece of furniture. Usually that would be just fine but to my absolute horror my body tingles where he touched me and graves to feel that sensation again.
I think I’m losing it…
***
[Fiva's POV]
The hot searing pain in my rectum makes me scream so loud that my throat feels raw afterwards. My mind tries to escape by slipping in unconsciousness but the silky voice in my ears keeps me from fainting.
"Don't try to escape this, slave. You need to learn your place."
I tremble as his hand caress my buttocks soothingly. "You're doing fine, just a little bit left and it's all in. Such a good slave you will be."
I whimper as he moves the huge dildo inside me in rocking motion and then forces it forward. The pain shots through me and tears gather in my eyes. The feeling of ultimate stretching is too much... My body can't take something like this...
"I told you, you could take it all." His voice is soft and he licks away my tears. I feel nauseous suddenly and he rises from my side. My hair is lifted away from my face and my head is guided over a bucket. It feels oddly comforting as he pets my back as I vomit to the bucket. Everything feels like floating afterwards and I lean to his chest even though I know he is the one hurting me like this. My mind is already shutting down...
"No sleeping yet, slave. This is only the beginning." His voice is soft but cold now as he forces me to stand up. "Varen needs you to help him in his exercises."
Poor Varen, he's still chained to the huge x-shaped thing... I can see him there relying to the manacles that are holding him, his strength long gone.
I try to avoid moving too much as the toy in me still hurts like hell but he doesn't care. He forces me to walk towards Varen. "Don't struggle now, slave, or I will punish you both." The cold words affect to me like magic and I feel my body relax in his hands. I can't condemn Varen to more pain than he is in right now.
He guides me to kneel in front of my friend my face nearly touching his groin and weeping cock. I whimper a little as the new position makes the toy move in me and it hurts even more. I stay completely still riding the pain away and watch how the hands that guided me here are now caressing Varen's sweaty skin.
"Isn't he beautiful like this?" His voice is almost gentle but there is a sadistic tone in it. He's enjoying immensely while tormenting us. "Open wide and swallow."
He takes a hold of Varen's cock and presents it to me; I know too well what he wants. As I hesitate he squeezes the member in his hand and elicits a broken cry from Varen. He starts to sob in a heart wrenching way as the hand pumps few times the cock it is holding; the black rubber ring denies the orgasm that is waiting right behind it.
Finally I open my mouth and lean forward taking Varen in. He gasps and then cries out but his voice can't hold anymore. After that I can only hear silent whimpering and moaning.
"Move more, slave. Suck and swallow." His voice is demanding and I don't dare to disobey. As I try to deep throat the cock in my mouth Varen jerks violently against his restraints. "Please... Stop... ..Please...." My eyes waters as I hear the broken plea and sobs after it. This is something that will surely break Varen...
***
[Zeil's POV]
I watch how you suck the cock your tears streaming to your face. Oh how extremely satisfying this all is. Varen is overwhelmed by the sensations and I have a little moment to think what I'll do next. I need to keep these lessons effective but short as there are still two slaves left to train… Maybe it's time to end this part.
"Pull the ring off and continue, make sure you swallow." I know you don't want to do this. Not so much because you don't like this but because Varen abhors blowjobs. It's the very point in this little exercise.
You do as I say and I know why. You are afraid that you will end up like this one on the cross. Humans are really selfish creatures in the end but it's normal. It would be quite abnormal if one would be ready to die for another, to throw away a precious gift of life for someone you barely know.
The sight of you two together makes me hard but I'm in control right now. I have no need to relieve myself. The game is still going on and I'm quite determined to see it to the very end.
Varen makes a desperate sounding noise and his lithe body jerks uncontrollably in the bonds while you moan as the cock presses deeper in your throat. This little scene would probably be enough to get you hard too my dear pet. Oh, I have to stop think of you. It ruins my concentration.
The climax leaves Varen limb and I'm positive that he has fainted from the intensity of his orgasm. This is far from over but I need to let him rest a little while I entertain myself with you or he won't be able to comprehend what is happening to him.
"You can let it out now, slave." I smirk as you let the limb member slip out of your mouth and your expression tells me well enough what you think about all this. "Carefully now, slave, or I'll have to retrain you too from the beginning."
My words make you flinch a little and I take a step closer. "You tried to attack me, slave, and I don't take that kind actions lightly. I had hoped that you all understand your positions better but it seems I have neglected you too long. I'll make it up to you all; from now on we'll play more together..." My voice is husky and it's supposed to be that way. It tells you that the game is going to be harder.
The shivers run along your spine as I take a hold from your chains and pull you on your feet. It must hurt to move so abruptly. The toy sounds to be too much for you but I'm not convinced yet. I still need to do more to you.
As I haul you to follow me to the table where my toys are waiting you whimper silently. It's the toy in your ass that makes you sound like a whipped puppy. Maybe I let you pull it out soon so that I can use your ass in other ways. It is a nice ass...
The multiple toys make the decision harder. What should I do with you? Usually I have a plan ready but this came quite suddenly. Maybe I'll play with the candle wax...
***
Previous Chapter Review fiction Next Chapter