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On The Block
A fantasy of slavery by Wheldrake, Part 4
The larger performance room turned out to be a comfortable, carpeted space with a wide knee-high dais of bare stone situated at the far end. The carpets were black and red and gold, and littered with cushions, couches and divans that seemed to be scattered almost at random except that the higher seats were mostly farther from the dais. The back of the dais itself was a concave wall covered in enormous mirrors whose cost I could not begin to imagine. Even the door that opened directly onto the dais, opposite the one through which Crell and Clista led Lohni and me into the room, had a mirrored surface. The point, clearly, was to give the audience the best possible view of whatever extravagant drama was being enacted on the curtainless stage of the dais. The nature of the dramas that were played in this cruel theatre was a subject that my mind would touch on briefly in a spirit of reluctant fascination and cock-stiffening anticipation, and then recoil from in abject fear. Nevertheless I walked obediently behind Clista, never quite allowing the chain attached to my collar to become fully taut. I dreaded the probable consequences of rebellion even more than the thought of what Relkada might do to us in the performance room.
She had gone on ahead while Lohni and were watered, as the unsympathetic slave handlers of Ariskayne called the simple act of giving a slave something to drink, and allowed to use the latrines. At least my time in Viyana's House had made me used to taking care of my bodily needs in front of others, so I was not bothered unduly by Crell and Clista's supervision as I pissed into one latrine hole while Lohni squatted nearby over another. Afterwards we were made to clean ourselves using cold, soapy water, and I did not have to be told to pull back my foreskin and carefully wash the head of my cock. Crell watched the operation without particular interest, while Clista looked on with a small, superior smile. Having a naked man under her thumb, with all the intimacies of his body exposed to her scrutiny, clearly appealed to her. I finished efficiently, dried myself with the linen rag provided for the purpose, and waited quietly to be led on to the performance room, determined not to give Clista the satisfaction of seeing me discomfited. The difficulty was that there was also something exciting about being exposed to her like this, to say nothing of witnessing Lohni's ablutions. Clista smirked at my erection as I stood waiting, my chain drooping between my collar and her hand like a physical manifestation of my helplessness.
By the time we arrived in the performance room, servants had already kindled lamps and were arranging certain items on the dais under Relkada's direction. To one side was a steel cage with rather widely spaced bars, essentially a waist-high cube. It was attached by very heavy chains to an apparatus bolted to the rafters above the stage, and could seemingly be raised and lowered although it was presently on the floor of the dais. Opposite was a wooden rack that held a formidable-looking arsenal of whips, canes and paddles, as well as other implements of gleaming leather and polished wood and glinting metal. I hastily looked away, but I had also taken in the hexagonal mesh of steel that the servants were securing to the floor so that it stood upright like one wall of a bizarrely shaped cage that would never be completed. The meshwork consisted of concentric hexagons and radial lines, with a superimposed spiral circling in towards the centre. The structure was all too obviously the spiderweb, the thing they were going to put me on at Karyana's request. I gave a low moan of consternation even as Clista's relentless pulling on the leash dragged me stumbling into the room.
Relkada was on the dais, closely watching the two burly male servants although they gave every appearance of knowing their business. She looked up and beckoned to Crell impatiently.
"Bind her and cage her," Relkada ordered. "And take the chain off her collar."
"Yes, my lady," Crell said in his deep voice, and led Lohni up to the dais without further delay. Clista simply stopped in the middle of the carpeted area, waiting for her own instructions, and I stopped with her.
Crell removed Lohni's chain leash, coiled it quickly but meticulously around his hand, and tucked it into a pocket. His hand emerged with one of the short lengths of rope he always seemed to carry about his person, and he tapped Lohni brusquely on the shoulder.
"Hands," he told her.
"In front or behind?" she asked in a subdued voice, her head down. It would have been easy to take her attitude for sullenness, but I suspected she was weathering a storm of fears and anticipations not so dissimilar to my own.
"Behind," Relkada commanded instantly, and Lohni sighed and turned her back obediently to all of us. She crossed her wrists and remained perfectly still as Crell tied her with his usual efficiency, and she sank down submissively when he took her shoulders to force her to her knees. She waited meekly at his feet as though she had always belonged there, but he nudged her thigh roughly with the toe of his boot as he opened the door of the cage.
"I need you all the way in," he told her firmly.
"Yes, Crell." She shifted into a sitting position and scooted backwards into the cage, carefully drawing in her feet and then bowing her head to wait to be locked in. Crell closed the door on her, no more firmly than necessary, and I heard the click of a lock. With seemingly practised hands he turned a crank positioned on a block against the mirrored wall of the dais, and the cage rose a good yard into the air. Lohni was naked and collared, suspended in a cage in mid-air with her hands tightly bound behind her back. As I looked on, my erection was as stiff as the bars that held her captive, but I was well aware that Clista would be leading me to my own fate at any moment.
The servants finished bolting the spiderweb into place, and Relkada gripped it and appeared to test its strength. Seeing the muscles tighten in her upper arms, I realised that she was considerably stronger than she looked. She turned away, seemingly satisfied, and issued further directions to the servants in a voice too low for me to hear. I watched uneasily as they carried two of the lower divans onto the dais and arranged them side by side, making a platform at the foot of the spiderweb.
"Bring him up," Relkada said firmly, once the divans were in place. Clista tugged peremptorily at my leash and Crell took hold of my arm, walking beside me as I followed Clista up to the dais. Relkada came forward, put her hand on my shoulder, and kissed me lightly on the lips. There was a flush in her cheeks and a glitter of excitement in her eyes.
"Welcome to the place of your torment, Areth," she murmured. "Clista, please remove the chain from his collar."
Clista did as she was bidden, tucking my chain away as Crell had done with Lohni's. Crell was still holding one of my arms, and Relkada took the other in a firm grip.
"Come," she said shortly. "Step up on the divans and turn. That's it." She climbed up beside me and pushed me back forcefully against the spiderweb. The metal was cold against my naked back and buttocks, and the slender individual bars dug in just enough to be uncomfortable. She motioned to Clista, who climbed up on the other side.
"Spread-eagle yourself," Relkada instructed. "Legs and arms wide open."
"Are you going to bind me like this, my lady?" I asked nervously as I obeyed.
"Of course." Relkada had at her belt a leather pouch full of short lengths of rope of some smooth fibre I did not recognise, all dyed a solid black. I stood with my legs and arms splayed, my cock stiff and my balls dangling as I awaited the inevitable, but I could not restrain myself from wincing and biting my lip when Relkada and Clista used the short ropes to tie my wrists to the frame of the spiderweb. Relkada handed a few lengths down to Crell and he also set to work on me, binding each ankle and then each leg just above the knee. Meanwhile Relkada and Clista were fastening rope on my arms and thighs. Clista pulled the knots uncomfortably tight, but Relkada and Crell were a little gentler. Nevertheless, every confining loop upon my body was perfectly firm. I was held fast to the spiderweb at several points, as helpless as if I had been some captive fly ensnared in true spider's silk. Lohni had turned her head and was looking at me with sympathy, but I thought also with something like voyeuristic fascination.
Relkada leaned her body against mine and put her mouth next to my ear. The smoothness of her silk dress against my cock was wonderful and maddening all at once. "You're trapped now, Areth," she said in a breathy undertone, as if I could somehow have failed to notice. "Tonight I am going to inflict more pain on you than you can possibly imagine, and there is nothing you can do to save yourself."
"Please be at least a little gentle," I begged plaintively. "I've never been beaten hard in my life."
"That's interesting," Relkada confessed, eyeing me appraisingly. "Viyana and her handlers never had to really thrash you?"
"No, my lady. A few smacks here and there, but I behaved well enough to avoid the worst of their discipline."
"What I'm going to do to you won't be discipline, Areth," Relkada smiled. "Think of it as something more akin to recreation."
"Does Karyana really take such delight in seeing a man suffer?"
"Indeed she does," Relkada affirmed cheerfully. "So do many of her guests, and so do I. Never begin to suspect that I hurt you only to provide a spectacle to others. Your inexperience in these matters, let me assure you, only makes the idea of tormenting you all the more appealing." Her fingers dropped down to my nipples and began to gentle toy with them as she continued. "You, Areth, are an exquisite piece of barbarian manflesh, and I can hardly imagine looking upon your nude body and not wanting to see you writhe and weep and cry for mercy. That is how we women of Ariskayne best appreciate a certain type of handsome man, and of course you pale beasts of the north were born for the lash and the collar in any case." She kissed me deeply, her tongue intertwining with mine. I think I would have committed the insolence of rubbing my crotch against her had the bonds around my thighs not held me fast.
"And if you cry for mercy tonight," she added, "be assured that none will be forthcoming. Karyana's blood is up, and will rise even higher when she sees you hanging there like a side of beef. At least your task this evening will be simple enough – amuse us with your suffering." Relkada's eyes flicked sideways to Lohni in her cage. "Your tasks, my dear, may be a little more complex."
"I will perform as best I can, my lady." Lohni promised in a low voice.
"Indeed you will, if you don't want to be black and blue by the end of the evening. And you, Areth, may do whatever comes naturally. I'll find ways to take what I want from you." She kissed me and stepped down.
"Put one of these divans back," she called to the servants, "and move the other aside". They hurried forward, and one man took hold of each divan. The servant on my left was a grey-haired fellow who did not bother meeting my eyes, but the one on my right was a lively-looking man of about my own age. He smiled, not unkindly, as he and his companion pulled the divans out from under my feet. I was braced for pain, but when my bonds took my weight there was only mild discomfort. They had tied me so cleverly that each loop of rope had to bear only a little weight, leaving me suspended on the spiderweb without any great strain on my limbs. Hanging there, as Relkada had said, like a side of beef.
"Crell and Clista," she proclaimed as the servants bore one divan off the dais, "you may return with me to have dessert in the feasthall while these slaves await the pleasure of Karyana and her guests." Relkada reached up to caress my cock, and her hand dropped down a moment later to cup and fondle my balls. To my surprise, she leaned close and took the end of my shaft into her mouth, licking slowly and forcefully all around the head. Sellane had performed that intimate service for me once or twice in our time together, but I had thought that as a slave I would never experience the sensation of being engulfed by a woman's lips again. I moaned and strained against the ropes that held me fast.
"Karyana and I like to see a man stiff and eager," Relkada remarked as she pulled away, resting her hand quite casually on my penis. "See if you can stay hard like this until we return to enjoy you."
"When will that be, my lady?" I asked hoarsely.
"Whenever Karyana's appetite for food and drink is sufficiently sated that she begins to hunger instead for cries of pain and the sight of welted bodies, I suppose," Relkada shrugged. "It might be half an hour or only a few minutes. The two of you will keep out of mischief in the meantime, I trust."
She looked up at my captive nakedness with a strange expression. "When I return, Areth, I will be hard with you indeed. I bought you only today and I already treasure you, but the value of some treasures lies partly in their fortitude." She touched my thigh and turned away, leaving the room without a backward glance.
Lohni exhaled in a rush. "You're in for it," she said immediately, from her cage. "I'm sorry, but you are. I've never seen her in a mood like this, or heard tell of it from the other slaves."
"But why?" I almost moaned.
"Because she and Karyana both seem to find you absolutely delightful. I understand why, for what a slave girl's opinion is worth." She paused and blushed a little, but then continued. "You're young and handsome, and your northern blood makes you exotic to them. I think they also find it easier to treat us northerners as slave meat without human sympathies getting in the way – I'm sure Relkada was exaggerating when she said that all northerners were born for the lash and collar, but she might not have been exaggerating much. They really do see us as barbarians."
"All that must apply to you as well," I protested.
"Yes, but I'm a woman, and Relkada and Karyana both prefer to work their worst mischief on slave men. But really, Areth, I think it's mostly your personality, or at least the way you respond to slavery. You have a certain fortitude, as Relkada put it, but you also obvious have some points of amazing vulnerability. Even I find the combination delectable."
"You sound like you're on their side," I complained, trying to sound flippant. When hanging in one's bonds waiting to be tortured, humour is almost the only comfort possible.
"If Relkada commands me to help her torment you, then I will be," she replied seriously. "I'll feel sorry for you, but I won't have any choice."
I swallowed. "Do you think she would really do that?" I asked hesitantly. I remembered how Lohni had visited me as I stood shackled in Relkada's manor, and how little she had allowed sympathy for a fellow slave to get in the way of carrying out Relkada's instructions. I shuddered in my bonds.
"I think she's done it with every one of her matched pairs at one time or another. She usually finds it awkward to work on a caged slave, too, which probably means she'll let me out at some point and do something else with me. I won't be surprised if the something else involves contributing to your sufferings in some way."
"Reluctantly, I hope," I asked nervously.
She looked at me for a moment, then shrugged. "My feelings on the subject don't matter. If Relkada asks me to hurt you, I'll have to do it to the best of my ability. Anything else would displease her."
"I wouldn't want that either," I said immediately, surprised by my own fervour. "The best of your ability, then, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Thank you, Areth. That will make it easier to do what I'll have to. Or may have to, at least." Lohni sighed and leaned her head back against the bars of her cage. "Relkada can be unpredictable. If it helps, I'm more than a little frightened too. First time performing with a matched partner, and all that. At least you're not some ugly lout, and you don't seem like a backstabber. I like you, Areth."
"I like you too. You're like a stern but benevolent older sister."
She laughed in her cage. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Twenty-four winters."
"I'm twenty-two. So much for being your older sister."
"My more experienced sister, then."
"I suppose that's true. Just don't assume – wait a minute." She sat listening, then lowered her head and took a deep breath. "They're coming," she said quietly. "Are you still nice and hard?"
"Not exactly," I admitted, blushing furiously.
"Here, then." Lohni began an amazing performance, writhing and twisting in the confines of her cage. She shook her breasts and licked and kissed the metal bars that held her captive, then turned and wiggled her bottom at me. It was a simple and contrived display, but I was aroused by the sight of her writhing body and also by the sheer eroticism of the situation – my partner in slavery using her body to stimulate me so that I would be fully erect for our lady and her hungry audience. Besides which, I could now plainly hear a great many footsteps in the hall outside, and the imminent arrival of Karyana and her guests excited me as much as it frightened me. My cock rose and stiffened even as I sighed and squirmed nervously in my bonds.
"Be still!" Lohni hissed in an undertone, just as the door began to swing open. She followed her own advice, sitting up her cage and lowering her head almost to her knees. I found it hard to see why stillness was so important, considering that they were going to want to see us squirm anyway, but I made an effort to hang passively from the spiderweb and I imitated Lohni by lowering my head. My cock jutted straight out in front of me, advertising precisely what I was: a male slave ready for use.
Relkada came through the door first and held it for the others, bowing theatrically and motioning them through with her arm. Almost everyone who had been at Karyana's high table at dinner seemed to be pouring into the room, along with others who must have arrived after Relkada and the handlers led Lohni and me away from the table. I recognised the bearded man and the haughty young woman from the auction hall, and to my surprise one of the new arrivals was Viyana. She glided into the room with that peculiar grace that seemed to defy her bulk and deposited herself on a low couch near the dais, her wide black eyes glinting in the lamplight as she slowly surveyed my body and then turned her head for a leisurely glance at Lohni. She was curious, perhaps, to see how the slave she had sold that afternoon would perform in his new role.
The others were taking places around the room, talking among themselves but mostly looking up towards the dais. There were about two dozen people in all, and only the bearded man and three or four others were male. Almost all of them carried themselves with an air of confidence and authority, and it occurred to me that I was probably hanging naked in front of a good part of the city's elite womenfolk. Presumably some of them had husbands sitting at home, men who had either not been invited by Karyana or simply found Relkada's performances less than appealing.
Karyana herself settled into a soft, reclining chair in the very centre of the carpeted space, and looked up at me with a faint predatory smile. She leaned over to whisper something to a hard-looking woman in a red sash sitting nearby, and they both laughed like girls. Karyana had been among the last of the audience to take a seat, and Relkada now entered the room herself, ran lightly to the dais, and turned with a flourish to bow to her audience. The air around her almost seemed to crackle with an intense, dangerous energy.
Behind her came a group of nude, collared men and women, escorted by Crell and Clista and a few other hard-looking characters who I presumed were slave handlers sworn to Karyana or perhaps to various guests. Each slave hurried to the side of one seated member of the audience, some carrying refreshments and some empty-handed. The slave man whose shoulder Karyana had kissed at the banquet table came to her with a goblet that she lifted and tasted at once, and he knelt by her chair with his legs apart and his hands spread out on his thighs. Karyana stroked his hair and scratched absently at the back of his neck, making him wince in pain, but her attention never really left the stage. The woman in the red sash had a female slave, a tall thin girl whose wiry upper arms were marked with an elaborate pattern of scars, and the bearded man had a brown-skinned boy who had been made completely hairless from head to foot. To my surprise, a nude middle-aged man sat down on the floor near Viyana's divan, kissing her foot as he settled into position. During my time at the House I had never seen any sign that Viyana kept slaves for her own pleasure, and I wondered if the seated slave had been tucked away in her private quarters or if he was on loan from Karyana for the evening. A few of the audience members remained unattended, and one man and woman were cuddling together on a couch with just one slave kneeling nearby for the two of them. Many of the slaves had clearly made long journeys to the city of Ariskayne, judging by the variety of complexions and features in the room, but Lohni and I were the only northerners. Lohni's white skin and golden hair almost seemed to blaze in the lamplight, and I was sure that I looked exactly the same.
"Honoured Suzerain," Relkada intoned with a deep, theatrical bow. "Ladies and gentlemen. Most of you, I daresay, will remember something of Lohni." Two swift, purposeful strides brought her to Lohni's cage. She reached in and seized the slave woman by her short blond hair, turning her head to make her look out at the audience.
"This girl has been with me for nearly a year," Relkada informed the company. "Most of you know what a wonderful perfomer and plaything she has become. I have taught her to move with grace, to endure pain and humiliation with fortitude, and to obey even the most degrading commands without question." She thrust two fingers of her free hand against Lohni's lips. "Here, lick and suck."
Lohni put out her tongue and lapped at Relkada's fingers, then took them almost delicately into her mouth like a kitten accepting a morsel of food from an indulgent owner. She sucked at them noisily, which I supposed was for the benefit of the audience. Relkada laughed and moved both her hands down to Lohni's small, firm breasts, which she began to mercilessly squeeze and pinch. Lohni sighed, threw back her head, and turned a little in her cage to give the audience a better view.
"You see, she's delightful," Relkada proclaimed. One of her hands stayed where it was, while the other dropped down between Lohni's legs and began to move in ways that I found suggestive although I could not see precisely what Relkada was doing. Lohni moaned and bucked, writhing against Relkada's hand, until Relkada moved it away and placed her fingers against Lohni's mouth again. Surely those slender fingers were practically dripping with Lohni's own juices, but Lohni licked and sucked with the same alacrity as before. Laughter and a ripple of applause came up from the audience. Karyana kissed the slave at her side, and to my amazement she took hold of his wrist and moved his hand firmly to her bosom. She sighed and settled deeper into her chair as he began to caress her. Similar tableaus were constructing themselves all over the room, as the slaves put their hands and lips to work pleasing Karyana's guests and were petted and kissed themselves in turn. A few squirmed under the rough hands of a woman or man who seemed more interested in inflicting pain than pleasure, but for the most part the guests seemed to be in a benevolent mood.
Relkada spun away from Lohni and laid her warm hand on my thigh. I gasped at the sudden contact, and I felt almost battered by the powerful gust of attention that suddenly swept in my direction.
"Areth, on the other hand, fell into my hands barely six hours ago," she purred. "A rare catch, sold to me by my dear friend Viyana."
Viyana turned and saluted the company with an upraised arm. "I'm so glad he ended up here where we can all enjoy him."
"Indeed," Relkada nodded. She looked up at me thoughtfully for a moment, then turned back to the audience. "He's twenty-four years old, Viyana tells me, and of course a son of the northlands. And he's pristine, a virgin to the harsher pleasures, as he was foolish enough to admit to me when I brought him in here and bound him." She spun around, without warning, and drove her fist into my belly. I groaned in surprise and pain, and pulled mightily against my bonds, but of course I went nowhere. I could hardly believe the sudden, sickening agony that seem to pervade my body to the very tips of my toes and fingers. A murmur of excitement went up from the company, and I would have cringed away had the cold steel of the spiderweb not been pressed against my back.
"That, I expect, was the first time he's ever been hit like that," Relkada announced. "Is that true, Areth?"
"Yes, my lady," I replied through gritted teeth.
"Apparently he's never been taken up the ass, either," she proclaimed triumphantly. "It falls to us, tonight, to break him in. Soon enough he'll be a proper slave, toned and shaven and trained to perfect obedience, but for the moment he's a captive barbarian animal who was foolish enough to hand himself over to Viyana. A case of heartbreak, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Viyana said meditatively. "The girl was another northerner, and if I remember rightly, they moved to the city together and then she left him for an officer of the Watch. Cruel hard for him, of course, and he fell into such a black despair that he chose to walk through my doors and sell himself to me – and he asked that the sale price go to the woman who had wronged him! I'm sure he wishes right now that he had never set eyes on the walls of Ariskayne." Her eyes swivelled up to me and she added in a voice I could barely hear, "But you did, Areth, and here you are."
Relkada laughed. "Do you wish you had never set eyes on the walls of this city?" she asked casually.
"I will not wish it if I can please you, my lady," I said plaintively.
"To please me tonight, my slave, you're going to have to please them." She waved her hand expansively at the company. "Starting now."
I watched nervously as Relkada took five gleaming metallic objects out of one pocket and slipped them, one by one, onto the fingers of her left hand. To my horror I saw that they were artificial claws, steel sheaths for her fingertips that ended in sharp and cruelly curved talons. She reached up with her left hand to my chest, which was at the level of her head, and an excited murmur went up from the company as her hand approached my chest.
"Hurt him!" Karyana cried impatiently, and Relkada pressed her five talons into my flesh and drew them down the front of my body with exquisite slowness. I screamed and writhed, wanting more than anything to get away from Relkada's hand and the awful, tearing pain it inflicted, but of course escape was impossible. She drew her claws over my chest and belly, leaving angry red lines on my pale skin, and then down my right thigh.
"No, not again!" I yelped in abject panic as she raised her hand to my left breast.
"Begging already?" she asked in a tone of theatrical disappointment. "I thought you northerners were supposed to be tough." Laughing, and turning so that she faced partly towards our audience, she raked my nakedness even more slowly and forcefully than before. My vision was blurred with tears by the time she moved her hand away, but I could dimly see Karyana's slave nuzzling and licking her bare breasts.
Relkada grabbed me by the balls, letting her talons dig in just a little. Slowly her grip began to tighten, and I shrieked anew.
"Please don't, my lady! Oh, please!"
"What do you think, ladies and gentlemen?" Relkada called out to the company. "Shall we have mercy on the boy?"
Everyone looked at Karyana, who laughed aloud. "Mercy? There are some words, Relkada, that should not be spoken aloud in this house."
I was terrified by the sheer volume of applause and excited shouting that rose from Karyana's guests. It was as if they literally wanted Relkada to tear me to pieces.
"All right then," Relkada agreed. "I'll take that as permission to indulge myself at the boy's expense." However, she abruptly released me and bowed to the audience, which made the shouting give way to a low mutter of confusion.
She pulled something out of her pocket and held it up, and the mood of the crowd seemed to shift once again. Muttering turned to gleeful laughter, and slaves sighed and squirmed as their betters pinched and twisted their captive flesh. Confused and frightened, I blinked away my tears and tried to focus on the object in Relkada's hand. It was a small, heavy steel ring, with short spikes pointing inwards and a few bits of leather dangling from its edges. For a moment I frowned in bafflement, made uneasy by Lohni's sudden look of solicitude but utterly uncertain of what was actually in store for me. Then Relkada turned and reached down between my legs, and I understood all too well.
My cock had gone limp from the pain of being torn by her claws, so it was easy for her to slide the steel ring to the very base of my shaft. The leather straps encircled my scrotum, anchoring the hateful thing firmly into place. As long as I remained soft, it was only a slight weight bearing down on my secret parts. But I knew all too well that the spikes on the inner surface of the ring would dig in painfully if I began to stiffen.
The bonds that held me to the spiderweb were beginning to torment my limbs as my weight pulled against them, and my chest and belly were painted with angry red stripes. I could not see one sympathetic face in the crowd, not even among the slaves, although Lohni was still regarding me with sisterly concern. I might be all right, I told myself desperately, as long as I could avoid getting hard. Of course Relkada was going to touch me, but at the moment I found it difficult to think of her as anything but my tormentor and oppressor. Surely there could be nothing the least bit erotic in the pressure of her hands upon my body.
To my further bewilderment, however, Relkada turned away and used the cranking mechanism to lower Lohni's cage to the floor. Lohni hugged her own knees and seemed to brace herself as Relkada opened her cage from the back and took a handful of her short blond hair. Lohni gasped and squirmed as Relkada dragged her roughly out of the cage and then hauled her to her feet, appearing to whisper in her ear. I watched uneasily as Relkada released Lohni and gave her a hard shove in my direction. The crowd looked on, almost silent and seemingly spellbound.
Lohni walked over to stand in front of the spiderweb and looked up at me, her expression inscrutable. I was already too familiar with her nakedness for it to really excite me, and if anything I felt a twinge of unease when she looked me in the eye and fixed me with a small, sad smile. Relkada and the crowd seemed very far away as we faced each other.
"Hello, Areth," Lohni said quietly.
"Begin," Relkada called out harshly, and Lohni immediately bent down so that her head was close to my left thigh. I could feel the gentle zephyr of her breath upon my skin.
She kissed me just above the knee, and then put out her tongue and began to lap delicately at my flesh. I clenched my fists and groaned through my teeth as her mouth worked its way inexorably higher, but my body betrayed me to Relkada's cruelty and the sadistic pleasure of her audience. As Lohni began to kiss and lick the sensitive cleft between my scrotum and my thigh, my cock hardened and the metal spikes did their grim, impassive work. I screamed in pain, but Lohni did not stop. Karyana laughed and pulled her slave close to kiss him full on the lips.
(Hope it was worth the wait. Please let me know what you think!)
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