Slaves of Elysium (11 page)

Jeni gulped, trembling at the thought. ‘Anything else we should know?' she asked faintly.

Catharine glanced round again at her master, who still seemed to be fully occupied, and then leaned a little closer. ‘Well, I don't know if it'll help, but it's something else to think about. Part of a bigger picture, maybe. Does the name “Elysium” seem familiar at all?'

Jeni thought for a moment. ‘Well yes, vaguely,' she acknowledged. ‘But how could I have heard it before?'

‘Greek Mythology,' Catharine said quickly. ‘Elysium and the Elysian fields. A place of perfect happiness, a kind of heaven. Now, in this world Elysium is a big island in the middle of the ocean, right. And their word for sea or ocean is “lantum”. But the ocean round here they call the “first ocean”, or “atlantum”.'

‘“Atlantum”, Atlantic...' Jeni caught the implication, and then gasped with shock. ‘You mean... this is
Atlantis?
'

‘Maybe. Or the place where the whole story started. A lost island in the Atlantic with an advanced civilisation. And Elysium certainly rules all of this world. Nobody else has their level of technology. Most other countries are pretty primitive by comparison, I've heard.'

‘But those myths are thousands of years old!' Jeni exclaimed. ‘How can this place be the source?'

‘Elysium is pretty ancient. Somehow the idea got through to our world, I suppose.'

Rebecca stirred at these words, a flicker of hope in her eyes. ‘You said there was no way back home. But there must be a way, or else how did the legend start?'

‘A few stories thousands of years ago,' Catharine said dismissively. ‘Don't read too much into it.'

‘Don't you dare tell me what I can think!' Rebecca snapped, sounding more like her normal self. If there's a way back I'll find it. I'll get away from here somehow.'

Catharine shrugged. ‘That's up to you. But don't blame me when you're caught and punished for trying to escape.'

Jeni said nothing. Rebecca might be right. And whether she was or not, she suspected Rebecca would cling to that hope in the face of what to someone of her pride must seem intolerable degradation and humiliation. And it was true that the chance of escape was what sustained so many captives throughout history. But to find a way back to another world? Well, despite what she thought about her she would not deny Rebecca her straw to cling to.

For herself, Jeni found that the possibility raised no sense of hope or longing. There was nothing in her old life to go back for, though she knew Aunt Patricia would be sad to think she'd been lost along with the
Galatea
. Was somebody breaking the news to her even now in that other world that had been her home? But who else would really miss Jeni Weeks; a helpful if slightly timid domestic and secret submissive? She might as well be a slave in another world. It was certainly better than actually being drowned at sea. Perhaps this really was her destiny; to be a slave in lost Atlantis.

 

Narvok Tem took Catharine away shortly after that. Mykran Rado then prepared for the testing Catharine had told them about.

Against one wall of the chamber was something that looked like a high-backed chair, but made of strips and rods of tinted plastic, run through with silver plates and wires. A larger silver mechanism rested under the seat. Mykran checked the device over and tested its link to his computer terminal, then came over to the two women carrying the controller device.

Rebecca turned her head aside, as though frightened to meet his eyes, but Jeni said quietly, ‘I'll go first.'

Mykran released the force that bound her to the wall plates and pointed to the strange chair. Heart pounding, Jeni walked over to it. Close to she saw something that made her pause. A V-shaped slot was cut into the chair seat from front to back, so that it would only support her thighs if they were spread wide. Directly below the slot was the unidentifiable mechanism, from the top of which rose a pair of thick metallic rods with rounded heads. If she sat on the chair they would be directly below her naked crotch!

Mykran said something sharply and gestured with the controller, and with a queasy thrill Jeni seated herself on the cool hard plastic, feeling the emptiness under her bottom. Her collar and bracelets jerked with a life of their own, yanking her arms and legs with them. They snapped into place against metal plates set in the arms, front and headrest of the chair, spreading her legs wide and pulling her head back so she sat very straight.

At Mykran's direction, Noni unfolded plastic belts built into the chair and tightened them about Jeni's thighs, waist and upper arms. She also fastened a band across Jeni's forehead, so she could only look straight ahead.

Jeni was very aware of Noni's presence as she bent over her, feeling the warmth from her naked body and smelling the scent of some wild flower with which she'd been anointed. She noticed the girl's dark nipples were stiffly erect, lifting their silver rings clear of the taut curves of her breasts.

From some recess in the chair-back beside Jeni's head, Noni drew out a thick flexible metal hose with a transparent bulbous head laced with silver wires. She opened her own mouth wide a couple of times to indicate to Jeni that she should do likewise. Nervously Jeni obeyed, and Noni pushed the hose-head between her teeth. Jeni gagged slightly as it filled her mouth, finding her tongue trapped inside the bore of the house, while a flange around the base moulded itself about her lips.

Then Noni drew out from the side of the chair-back two clear soft plastic domes with a web of silver threads and studs set into their concavity. These she slipped over Jeni's breasts, the material moulding and shrinking about the soft globes of flesh until they stood out improbably proudly from her chest. Jeni's nipples had hardened in response to Noni's handling and she felt the plastic flow around them so that they stood up in their own shiny cones.

Noni stepped back, apparently finished with her work, leaving Jeni rigidly secured to the chair, able to do no more than wiggle her fingers and roll her eyes. Effectively gagged by the hose she breathed unevenly through her flared nostrils. From the corner of her eye she could see Rebecca watching with horrified fascination, and she was in turn aware of the rapid thudding of her own heart. What were they going to do with her?

Mykran operated a control and Jeni felt a slight tingle pass through the body of the chair. The hose plugging her mouth seemed to come alive. What had been cold metal was now warm and tactile, drawing on her tongue in a disturbing yet curiously stimulating way. It had all the sensuous quality of being kissed deeply and intimately, and for a moment she almost found herself responding, even though she knew it was some kind of mechanical trick.

Something nuzzled at her pubic cleft as it pouted between her spread thighs, causing her to give a muffled squeak of alarm. It slid against her slit, rippling her crinkled inner lips until it found the mouth of her vaginal tunnel, then it continued upwards into her. Was it a medical probe or some kind of mechanical dildo? It was joined by another probe pressing at the tighter mouth of her anus. Instinctively she clenched her anal sphincter to resist the intruder, but it was no good. With a muffled gasp she felt it sink into her, aided by some slick lubrication it bore, and then she was doubly penetrated. No, a stimulation device already filled her mouth; she was triply penetrated.

Then the dildos seemed to become more pliant, soft, pulsing, bending to accommodate the natural curves of her inner passages. Little fingers were tickling and teasing the upper folds of her vagina. Metal worms burrowing into her, love snakes seeking out her most tender parts. The domes enclosing her breasts were tingling now, sending the blood pulsing afresh into her nipples. Jeni sighed; it was lovely, like the most intimate and sensual massage...

Mykran touched a switch and Jeni whimpered, the pleasurable stimulation gone. Suddenly it felt as though her tongue was being bitten. The domes cupping her breasts were pinching and the dildos had become hard-edged, grinding against her tender insides. She pulled at the straps that bound her to the chair, but they were quite immovable. She had to endure whatever Mykran cared to do to her. She had to submit. Was that the idea?

As suddenly as it had gone the pleasure returned. She was being caressed and intimately stimulated. Her nipples pulsed as they were stroked and kneaded. The dildos slid in and out of her to a steady rhythm, plugging and sucking her insides. She had never experienced anal sex before and was amazed at how sensitive the ring of her rear passage was. Meanwhile the unseen fingers worked busily in her cleft, peeling back her inner labia and toying with her hardened clitoris. She smelt her own arousal and realised exudation from her wet cleft was running down the shafts of the pumping dildos. The chair was the most refined masturbation machine, and she had never felt anything like it before...

Then the dildos were burning spikes tearing at her insides. Her breasts were pincushions; her lips were stung again and again. She tried to express her pain but her tongue was held in a toothed vice. This was terrible. How could she survive it?

The pleasure returned, leaving her dizzy with shock. But before she could lose herself to the intimate attentions it was replaced by torment once again, each wave of pain and pleasure growing more intense than the last as the time between transitions contracted.

She was getting confused, longing for the pleasure she knew was coming after the pain, responding in advance even while she was still suffering. Or did the pain also excite and arouse her? All she knew was that her every nerve-end was alive and exposed to sensation, be it good or bad. A hot liquid knot was tying itself in her bowels, feeling ready to burst. She was being tested to her limits, and it was utterly degrading and unbelievably exciting.

Jeni writhed and jerked on the chair of pleasure and pain, sweat beading her brow and tricking down the valley between her plastic-encased breasts that bobbed stiffly from her chest. It was not just sweat but her own intimate oils that darkened and matted the golden pubic curls between her straining thighs. Lips and rings of flesh parted as her nether mouths sucked greedily on the pistoning dildos that plunged so deeply into them, bringing delight one moment and anguish the next.

Then with a choking shriek Jeni felt the node inside her rupture and she orgasmed. For a timeless interval she was a supernova in a universe of coursing delight, beyond all earthly cares. Then, feeling gloriously shattered and drained, she slumped in the chair in a semi faint.

She was dimly aware of being released from the chair and slumping to the floor. Distantly she heard Mykran making what, from their tone, seemed like approving comments to himself. She felt Noni taking hold of her collar and leading her back to the wall on her hands and knees, too unsteady to stand. She was numbed by what she had experienced and quite incapable at that moment of mounting any sort of resistance.

Noni lifted her against the wall and the invisible fields caught her collar and cuffs and forced her limp and plaint body to assume its former posture. She hung gratefully in the firm embrace of her restraints, trying to piece her shattered thoughts together, still very conscious of the slowly dying embers of her spectacular climax that still glowed within her loins. It had been both a frightening indignity and an indescribable joy, and she would not have missed it for anything, though she wondered if she would ever have had the courage to sit in the chair voluntarily had she known what was to come. If these people could stir such intense emotions within her then she would be helplessly in their power for life. But would it be the threat of such dark delights or their denial that would hold her enthralled?

She became vaguely aware of Rebecca protesting. ‘No, you can't do that to me. You disgusting perverts! No, not... ah!'

Jeni forced her eyes to focus and saw Rebecca clawing at her collar as Mykran pointed the controlling device at her. He released the button and pointed at the chair, and with dragging steps Rebecca walked to it and gingerly sat. Her cuffs clicked into place.

As Noni began securing her Rebecca groaned in dismay. ‘No, please clean them off. They've still got her juices over them. It's disgusting. I can't—' Noni forced the oral stimulator into her mouth, and then all Rebecca could do was roll her eyes pitifully.

Helplessly fascinated, Jeni watched as Rebecca was put through the same alternation of ecstasy and torment as she'd been. She saw her eyes widening in disbelief as the pleasure intensified, only to screw shut as the pain came. At times she was jerking wildly on the chair as though trying to tear herself free from its awful embrace, then moments later she seemed to be riding it and the twin rods upon which she was impaled as though it might have been her favourite horse.

Jeni thought herself incapable of responding to any external sexual stimulation after the shattering orgasm she'd just experienced, yet incredibly she felt a tingle of arousal returning to her loins. She could not take her eyes of Rebecca's naked, sweating body as she squirmed in her bonds. She could not deny it, but there was something perversely exciting about watching a beautiful woman being put through such an ordeal. Or was she secretly enjoying Rebecca's personal humiliation? Was Rebecca finally getting the punishment she deserved for the many petty slights and selfish acts she had committed through her life?