The Maze (11 page)

“This again… Girls, you brought this on yourselves.  Come on, eat something.  You need your strength to get out of this place and I’ll be damned if I carry both of you.”

“Not hungry,” Suri whispered.

Traisk rolled his eyes, picking up a thin piece of meat. “Open up,” he ordered. Suri glared at him.  He glared back.  She opened her mouth and he popped the food into it. “Don’t think about biting me either, you know what that brought you the last time.”

“I won’t,” Suri promised, slowly chewing the food.  Traisk then held a piece up to Lina who reluctantly accepted it. Nerves frazzled and totally exhausted, Traisk continued to hand feed his two captives as though they were children.  Yes, fighting in the ring would be so much easier any day!

Traisk noticed Lina’s unhappy expression as he gently restrained them to the bed. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“I’m scared.  I’m never going to get out of here or be free.” Her voice had a child-like quality to it and his heart sank.

Traisk leaned over to kiss her temple. “Trust me, sweetheart.  I’m going to do my best to free all of us.  Just be patient.”

“What if Keeria doesn’t give in?” Lina whispered fearfully. 

He stroked her face gently. “She will.  I promise.  Before this First Night is through, she will be conquered,” he told her, his tone confident as he positioned himself between the two women and held their trembling hands.  Closing his eyes, he sighed.  If she didn’t cooperate immediately, then he’d have to go with Plan B. That ruse, however, might cost him dearly in his future with her.

* * *

Keeria cried softly, her sobs muffled by her arm pressing against her face as she hung high above the floor waiting to see what evil Traisk had drummed up next to perform on her.  Her bottom stung painfully in a way she had never experienced before.  The pain mixed with warm longing and, despite the terrible plug that completely filled her, she disgracefully wanted more.

Head Trainer Denkar had always told her, since she was a little girl, that her pride and stubbornness would be her demise. She believed him.  He had been right on so many levels.  She never understood why he had shown such particular interest in her.  He had even treated her as an errant daughter on many occasions and had tutored her himself in a vast majority of subjects.  He was never lenient with her; in fact, he tended to show less mercy towards her than the others in her litter.  She also knew that his strictness was intended to keep her alive and strong. In some odd way, she loved him and certainly respected him, at least now that she was in the Maze and saw why he had worked so hard to train her. She felt shamed, knowing he was so disappointed in her right now, as she sat here captured, restrained and exposed to this Strong Man’s whims.  She muttered her apologies to him, hoping that somewhere, somehow, he would hear her and forgive her weakness.

Chapter Seven

“Quite the little trooper, that one,” Master Kal nudged his old friend.  “I told you they would pair well.”

The Head Trainer nodded, sitting back to drink his beer. “You were right.  I just hope she doesn’t let her stubborn streak destroy this for her.  She’s the only Trained One I’ve ever wanted to set free. Does this bother you?”

“Why would it? To know that my only child has the chance to escape this hell. And with your son? I just hope that Traisk can make her submit before they both end up slaves again. He has no idea the price I paid to watch over her.”

“Giving up a seat on the High Council to train Strong Men was the only option you had.  I’m just glad I had her in my care, otherwise she would not have had a chance to be there.”

“My price was nothing compared to what you paid.” Kal gestured towards his crotch. “Standing up against the Elders was not wise.”

“Perhaps not,” the other man sighed, watching the girl swinging. “They will never forgive us for our treatment of them, but at least they will be free.  I hope.”

He did not hear Keeria’s pitiful pleas for forgiveness for failing her trainer; he only heard a little girl begging for a better life than either he or her father could ever offer her.

* * *

Traisk awoke feeling refreshed and invigorated, hoping that Keeria’s present situation had left her exhausted and more willing to cooperate.  Suri and Lina wished him luck as he left the bed.  Saying nothing, he ventured back to the chamber where Keeria hung helplessly.

“Did you sleep?” he asked, lowering the swing to look at her face.  She glared back.

“Like the dead. How about you?”

“It was very pleasant.  Your friends are quite comfortable bed companions,” he said causally, gauging her response.  Yes, there it was.  A touch of jealousy could work wonders. “They put on quite a show for me after their bath together. You know, I was thinking that they both could say the words and unlock me.  That way I would come out of here with two gorgeous women who are smart enough to see a good thing when it’s there.”

“Fuck you.” She reeked of envy now. Plan B was working.

“Keeria, really?  After all this you still have not learned your manners?  You know they will take your tongue from you if the Elders decide to place you in the harem.”

He was bluffing, of course, but Keeria did not know that.  Her face paled.  Traisk felt guilty for a moment, not enjoying the need to frighten her.  But he knew he had to get a handle on her soon before time ran out for all of them. He glanced at his monitor.

He silently tended to her needs, his face grim as he allowed her to stretch a little and eat before he placed her back in the swing.  Her protests were few; his words weighed heavily on her mind. Would he really abandon her for one of the others? Would they really cut out her tongue? She waited, almost eagerly, in anticipation for him to spank her for her foul language, but it did not come.  She started to panic; had he grown tired of her and would now definitely choose one, or both, of the others?

“Have you found the way out?” she asked softly, not struggling as he restrained her.

“I have.  Too bad you are insisting on never getting there.” She could hear pure disappointment in his low voice as a result of her behavior, and she felt shame once again. Her resolve was weakening and hopelessness started to seep into her heart.

“Take me down,” she ordered, and then softy added, “Please.  I won’t try to kill you. I’ll unlock you.”

“Not yet.  You still have some lessons to learn,” Traisk said firmly, pulling the swing higher, allowing him full access to her with his mouth.

“But isn’t that what you want? For me to unlock you?” she whimpered, feeling his hands steady her bottom from rocking.

“No, I want you to say the words and desire to stay with me. I want you, not just freedom. I’ve chosen you for my own
and wish you to do the same.
”

“I’ll release you.  There, I said it!”

“No, those are not the words I want to hear.”

Traisk lowered his mouth between her widely stretched legs and ran his tongue teasingly next to her clit.  She squirmed, immediately feeling the flush of desire.  She w
a
nted him to take her deep into his magical mouth
and never stop
. His finger gently reached inside of her slit, the pressure from the plug adding to the intensity of the motion.  Keeria inhaled sharply, her breath taken from her as he e
agerly and expertly
explored her forbidden crevices.

Sweat broke out from his brow as pain started to vibrate through his groin.  Her groans incre
ased in volume
as he nibbled and sucked, telling him that she was dangerously close to her own release.  He knew that he had to bring her to that place soon.  Time was short.

Traisk tried to breathe through his own agony without success. Cursing, he pulled away from her and fled into the other room to relieve his own discomfort with icy water.  Keeria felt tears welling in her eyes.  Without his touch, she suddenly felt abandoned, discarded, unwanted, rejected.

M
a
sters of seduction.

He was using her for his own needs. She hated him. She also knew something deep inside of her
loved
him, but she could not expl
ain it.  Was it a result of his gentleness, his patience, or the fact that he was taking care of not just her own, but the other Trained Ones’ personal needs as well, and he showed a genuine concern for their comfort, despite the situation? And he seemed to be content in doing so.  And that stupid, two-faced spiny little creature Churros absolutely adored him, following him about like a puppy dog. She was in a quandary. H
ow could she have these feelings in a world where love was nonexistent? It had to be something else. Lust.  That must be it!  C
arnal desire. That
could be stopped.

Traisk returned, looking sheepish. “Sorry about that. The cage was not helping matters.”

“No! Keep your hands and mouth off of me. I hate you!”

“So you changed your mind again, did you? Darn fickle female.  Ok, you asked for this.  Remember how you heard Lina scream? This is why.”

Keeria turned white as he lifted her short, wide-bladed sword to her face before pulling the swing to a comfortable level.  The flat side of the sword clapped loudly across her bare, stretched bottom and formed an immediate purple welt.  Keeria bit back her screams for two more swipes, then lost all composure.  Traisk continued the punishment, dourly applying three more strokes to her bruised backside.

“You never thought your blade could be used for a paddle, did you? Why did you make me do that to you?”  He sounded sad, his voice choking.  Keeria just wept helplessly; her bum burned inside and out
and she had no way to relieve her agony
. Traisk sat down in the chair once again and began to cover her bruises with kisses
and soft, gentle strokes of his warm, rough hands
. “I am begging you to never force me to do that again. Please.”

His mouth slowly resumed its previous course, finding that her pussy flowed even more generously since the severe thrashing.  His teeth and lips grazed her swollen labia and his tongue sought refuge as he drank her sweet nectar.  Her breath started to quicken as she struggled against the overwhelming sensations of desire. Slowly, gently, he thrust his fingers—one, then two—deep inside of her hot maidenhood, tearing the hymen as he brought her to a screaming climax.

The crowd was silent until she regained her breath, then started to cheer and applaud!

“Traisk? I want you.  Please. Let me remove your cage,” Keeria panted, limp in the swing.

“I told you not yet.  When I allow you to take it off, it will be because you want to, not because you have to.”

“But, I want you…”

“I make the rules here.  Say the words I want to hear
and then I will allow you to unlock me.
”

She struggled, knowing her ch
ance to win her freedom was gone.  She had no choice.  She was a slave.  To him and to her own heart. She hated him as much as she loved him.

Keeria was quiet for a moment, finally understanding. He w
anted her! Not to own, but to care for.
A woman truly conquered was a woman who was loved and loved in return.
He w
as not aware that t
he combin
ation for his
lock worked not just by words, but
also
by tone.
She took the chance, not knowing if the lock would detect her sincerity.

“
Never leave me or abandon me, never walk out in times of trouble and never bring me harm.  Please, b
e my mate.  I love you,” she s
aid with full sincerity, before adding the three words of the combination.  “
I
am conquered.”

The cage clicked open and fell with a loud clatter to the ground. He stared
at it and understood what had occurred.  She had spoken her vows to him.

The crowd gasped at the size of the Strong Man’s growing cock.  It was massive, like him.  He was going to tear the girl to shreds! They applauded, e
agerly
le
aning forward in their chairs to watch the mating
.

Traisk stared down at his freed rod then looked up at the woman hanging in the leather sling.  He pulled her lips close to kiss her deeply. “One more lesson.  Don’t be afraid.” He slowly lowered the sling so that Keeria sat straddled in his lap, facing him and looking quite terrified as the head of the monster stared boldly at her from between them.  He reached behind her and held the base of the plug as he lowered her ste
adily
onto his rigid, pulsing organ. 

Keeria cried out in pleasure as he slipped his imp
atiently waiting manhood slowly within
her at the same time he removed the plug.  Suddenly, she was filled with a different type of engorgement, able to feel every glorious inch of him.  He slowly began to ride her, his hands grasping her tender bottom and moving her up and down his long, thick shaft.  Deeper
and deeper he plunged, her tight walls hugging him in a vise-like grip.
He gritted his teeth, feeling the boiling of his seed rise to the surf
ace
after a month’s confinement and torment.  With
a guttural roar, Traisk
erupted deep within her,
a virtual volcano sending them both spinning
in an explosion of pleasure.

She was his.

He slowly released her from her te
thers and lowered her out of the swing.  Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the thickly pillowed bed in the adjoining room, pressing his lips into hers as he laid her upon her back.