She didn’t know how the other women coped. Through stolen moments and whispered words, she learned one of them, Signe, was certain her husband Gunnar would lead a raid on the palace and rescue them. Her stubborn refusal to yield to Sori’s commands had earned her the harshest whipping. The crack of the mastodon’s penis against her tender skin made Talia wince. She admired the woman’s bravery.
She said so during one of the few moments they found themselves alone. Signe shook her head, surprise evident in her eyes.
“I only followed your lead,” she whispered. “It was your courage the first day that inspired me. When you stood up and protected Irna I vowed that I, too, would not allow them to strip me of my honor along with my clothes. I decided I’d remain true to myself, no matter the consequences.”
Signe glanced around to make sure they couldn’t be overheard then went on. “They’re afraid of you, you know. Both of them. That’s why they keep your hands bound, keep that wooden prick stuffed up your behind. Your spirit won’t be conquered, so all they can do is try to control your body.”
A wave of embarrassment washed over her at the mention of the implement with the curved handle. Sori seemed to take special pleasure in twisting it and wiggling it in and out whenever she came near her. Sometimes Talia had to clench her teeth to keep from crying out.
To make matters worse, all the attention to her private parts had had the effect her instructors warned her about. They’d awakened Talia’s sexual needs and desires. Being continually brought to the edge of achieving gratification yet never allowed completion left her mind obsessing over the act. When Leto forced her to kneel at his feet while he pinched and twisted her nipples into hard peaks, a hot bolt of lust shot straight to her core. Hands bound behind her back, all she could do was writhe and pant as the need built.
Those were the times Sori seemed to enjoy tormenting her the most. She’d drag Talia to her feet. Then she’d slide the dreaded tool in and out. Slowly.
Once, Sori shoved her legs apart, pushed her up against Leto and then pumped the tool in and out of her backside fast and hard. Talia closed her eyes and pictured herself back in that dark alley. The stranger’s firm thigh had rubbed up against her pleasure nub when he pinned her to the wall and put his hand over her mouth. Then, it shocked her. Now the memory made her frantic with desire, aching to have him do it again.
Sori’s cruel cackling laugh rang out. “She’s starting to enjoy this!”
Lust turned to blazing fury. She wasn’t some cyborg to be used by them at their whim. She wouldn’t let them manipulate her. Talia bowed her head then jerked it up and bashed Leto in the nose. He screamed and backed away, blood pouring down his face.
Sori let out a piercing shriek. “My dear one, are you all right?”
“I think she broke my nose,” he muttered, his face contorted with pain. “Punish the bitch.”
Sori stroked his head, cradling it against her. “I will, my dearest. Watch – and let the sight of her pain ease yours.”
She grabbed the hooked handle, half-pulled, half-dragged Talia to the wooden table, and bent her over it. “Signe, Freya. Come here,” she said to the two women who had been on their knees watching, as ordered. “Now!” she snapped, when they didn’t spring to their feet. “Hold her down so she can’t move.”
Signe shook her head. “I won’t do it.”
Sori bellowed in rage. “Guards!”
The door burst open, and two of Balam’s men rushed in. Sori pointed to Signe. “Take her back to her cell. I’ll deal with her later.” She looked down at Leto, huddled on the floor near her feet. “Wait. Take them all to their cells,” she demanded, her voice colder than Talia had ever heard it. “Then come back here. I have a treat for you.”
The other three women were led away. Sori kept Talia bent over the table, twisting the probe in her rear passage if she so much as twitched. Her mind free to imagine the worst, Talia tried not to panic when she heard the footsteps of the guards.
“Lord Balam has put you at my disposal,” Sori announced. “I require your help. This one is in need of harsh punishment.
Forehead pressed against the rough wooden surface, Talia couldn’t see the faces of the guards. But she heard a lecherous grunt from one of them.
“You. Go to the head of the table and hold her down. And you – come here. Balam won’t let you fuck her but he said nothing about allowing you to watch me use my tools.”
Sori yanked the hated implement out of her bottom hole. Talia choked back a cry. She heard the familiar swish then gasped as the mastodon penis lashed her backside. Fueled by rage, Sori whipped her harder than she ever had before. Talia clenched her teeth, trying not to make a sound.
Fire seared her bottom cheeks, built higher with every stroke. Finally Sori tossed the strap aside. She reached for something on the bench then brought it close to Talia’s face. “You think that little prick was punishment? Wait till you feel this. They may not get to sample your pussy, but I’ll see that they have fun watching me shove this in your ass.”
Talia’s eyes widened in horror. Another probe, with a tip nearly as thick as the other had been at its widest point.
“Spread her apart.”
The guard grabbed her rear cheeks with both hands. Sori worked the tip in. Then she shoved it deeper, inch by inch. The guard made a rough noise, deep in his chest. His fingers dug into Talia’s bruised bottom.
Talia squeezed her eyes shut and tried to send her mind away. But, this time, it wouldn’t work. Sori gave the probe a final push then held it in place.
“Are you feeling better now, darling Leto?”
“I will be when you hold me.” His words were slurred as though speaking was an effort.
Sori drew the probe out as slowly and relentlessly as she’d inserted it, prolonging Talia’s embarrassing punishment as long as possible. Then she dropped to her knees and put her arms around Leto.