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Virgelina’s Torment
By Jennifer Campbell
1Part One: Survival
Virgelina was shocked out of her deep, brain fog by an intense pain in her scalp, as the guard dragged her from the room by her hair. She quickly scrambled to her feet to avoid the pain that came from being pulled along by this unfeeling imperial guard. Once they were in the long corridor, the guard relinquished his tight grip on her hair in favor of her nipple leash. After a few, painful prods on her behind with the wooden handle of his flogger, she fell into line walking in front of him. To remind her to keep a hurried pace he slashed at her buttocks occasionally with the flogger. It had always been difficult for Virgelina to adjust to the Ranexxian custom of slavegirls walking out ahead of their Masters. It feels so vulnerable to have the man with the whip behind me. Virgelina knew she could be controlled intimately from behind by the thin chains which rose up from her clamped nipples over her shoulders and back to the guard’s hand.
She had been at the trial. A competition amongst pleasure slaves to win a place amongst the elite of their kind. She and two other slaves, a blonde beauty named Decima and a worthless barbarian girl, had competed sexually to become imperial pleasure slaves. Her last clear memory was the horrible face-slapping she had incurred from Captain Gaius, who was running the trial. The reason for her punishment was that she had committed the unforgivable sin of twisting her hips and rejecting the hard shaft that had been rutting in her anus. She had been slapped and flogged for several minutes, clouding her senses and impairing her thoughts..
After that, her memories were all just broken fragments that made no sense to her. Did I see Captain Gaius take Decima, or the poor barbarian being lifted off the floor? I wish I could make sense of the words in my head. Bringing her hand to her collar, she felt the same, familiar black leather band with attached o-rings that she had worn for years. Having lost the trial, she felt distress. For if she had won, she would be wearing the richly purple collar of an imperial. Coldly, the clear realization hit her. I will be returned to my Master in disgrace and be punished for my failure.
Horrified by the possibility of a hard flogging or worse on her return to her Master’s home in Pontus Vindossia, she understood now the lesson the trail had taught her. I am not tempered to heavy, brutal pain, as my Master has always used me as his pampered plaything. His play spankings of her firm bottom were more about playing with her anus than they were about punishing her.
Feeling a tug on her nipple leash, she made her bare feet hustle faster along the cold stone floor of the palace. Her nude body began to flush with the effort of keeping the pace her hard-to-see Master required of her. Why is he in such a rush? Surely I will not be caged and leave the palace under these suns. No, new suns will rise before my journey home begins.
The guard jerked her leash for her to stop, and briefly he stood side by side with her, affording her the opportunity to look him over. Noticing his smooth, young face, and neat, collar-length blonde hair, she let his deep, blue eyes convince her that he was probably not the brute she imagined, and her animosity toward him melted somewhat. Watching him reach out and open a door, she felt certain this was not the area of the palace she had come from. If he is not taking me back to general slave quarters, where is he taking me, and what does he intend for me?
A room unfolded before her; sparse and utilitarian, it contained four wooden bunks, a table, and four chairs, with two small windows at the far end to let in light from the suns. She suspected this was his quarters, and she doubted that he had been ordered to take her here. Spying another soldier lying in one of the bunks, she saw the man look up and smile at her.
Instinctively, like all pleasure slaves of Ranexx, Virgelina brought herself to the stranger. All she had to know was that he was a Ranexxian male, and therefore a Master. Offering her bare breasts for his inspection, she shook out her shoulder-length, ash-blonde hair, and fluttered her hazel eyes at this Master. Her rosy nipples stuck out, attentive and erect under the cruel squeeze of her nipple clamps. As was the nature of Ranexxian females, the mere thought of sexual use had her breasts and oversized clit swelling, and engorging with blood. How easily my body becomes aroused, ready to serve.
“What have we here, Justus? Are you stealing the emperor’s slavegirls for your own personal use?” As the dark-haired, older man questioned the young guard that had brought her, he felt of her breasts, and pushed a finger inside her cleft.
“Hardly, Faustus, this one lost the trial today. In fact she did far worse than lose. She managed to piss off our commander. I’m to take her to Varius, but it occurred to me that we could have some fun with her before she goes into that hell.”
Virgelina did not like the sound of that. What sort of hell will his Varius subject me to? They intend to take pleasure with me, which is fine as that is my purpose, but I must try to find out more about what my future holds. Already aroused to serve the one called Justus, as he made her quiver with natural desire, she winced as the older one, Faustus, removed her nipple clamps and tossed her leash onto the table.
“How long do we have, Justus?” Faustus inquired as he rubbed her sore nipples.
“I figure Varius is done with his toils for these suns, so as long as I get her into the barn before he locks the doors, no one will be the wiser. That gives us plenty of time, almost a full bell.”
“Well then, Faustus will take some time to thoroughly examine the goods.” Getting up from his bunk, Faustus rubbed his disheveled dark-brown hair and then took firm hold of Virgelina’s swelling breasts.
Gasping slightly at their tenderness, she soon felt the pain fade and her prominent mounds felt only wild, throbbing pleasure. Her breasts engorged into the true sex organs they were intended to be, every bit as sexually sensitive as her bulbous clit. Now she wanted him and looking down at his breeches, she reached to unbuckle his wide belt, propelled by her unstoppable lust. Taking his erection in hand, she was already lost to her genetic impulses.
Like all the women of Ranexx, Virgelina was a slave in two ways. She served the sexual needs of powerful, dominant Ranexxian males, and she was also a slave to her own lush body. Unlike the females of other worlds, Ranexxian women had two true sex organs. Both her breasts and her thumb-sized clit would engorge with blood, becoming ultra-sensitive to both pleasure and pain. When swollen, the bulbous clit could move on its own, seeking a surface to stimulate itself on. The pulses of pleasure or pain flooding the brains of Ranexxian women were strong, impossible to ignore, forcing them to act to feed their pleasure. Resisting orgasm was virtually impossible for them once aroused, and typically they would come many times in a single bout of sex.
Their post-orgasmic haze was also deeper, more profound than other females. They were left in a nirvana of sorts, caring about nothing but the next time they were used for sex. This made them docile, ideal for their use as sexual slaves and easy to control. It also explained why the women of Ranexx had never organized, opposed, or revolted against their servitude. They simply did not care to.
There was one other biological factor that contributed greatly to their social condition. At one point in the life of each Ranexxian female, she would feel a heated flush for perhaps a few moments, which she might dismiss or barely notice. In truth, this was the startlingly fast process of imprinting on a male, which once completed in those few moments could not be reversed. Once imprinted on the male, whoever he was, the female would long for him, desiring no other over him, for the rest of her life.
Of course, if the male was her Master, her imprinting would serve to increase her devotion to him, as she would love him. However, the problems occurred if she imprinted on another male; then things could be hellish, as she would lose the desire to serve her Master. A slavegirl was said to have found her true and perfect Master when she imprinted on a male, and normally things were worked out between the males if she had not imprinted on he who owned her. A simple sale or exchange of slaves was employed, rather than the brutal Ranexxian Bloodmatch, which had been called upon in centuries past to settle disputes between males over slaves.
“She may be unfit for the purple but she’ll do in my bed just fine. She’s ready, wet and swelling as soon as I touched her. They’re always so randy after a sexual trial. You were so lucky to get that duty. Just out of curiosity, what is she going to get from Varius?”
Despite the pulsing inside her as her breasts were kneaded, Virgelina saw Justus hesitate, and instantly she knew he did not wish her to know. It must be awful punishment I will receive from this Varius. What did I do to deserve it? She wanted to know her fate, but it was so hard to concentrate on anything while Faustus made the waves of pleasure ripple through her body. As surely as the twin suns rose and set over Ranexx, in moments she would be a sexual beast, desiring nothing but fulfillment. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched with growing fear as Justus whispered her punishment into his friend’s ear.
Her fear grew when she saw Faustus’ eyes opened wide with the shock of what he was hearing. As a chill of trepidation ran down her spine, she knew painful things were in her future, but her engorged clit didn’t care, and it forced her attention to her sexual need. Letting go of her gnawing terror as best she could, she was dragged in another direction by her body’s biology. Perhaps it is better to enjoy this way. I cannot change my fate after all.
“By the Four, I’ve never heard anything that bad just for failing to win a spot. Girl, when we’re done with you, you had better get to your knees and pray for comfort from your suffering. What in Zorcan’s hell did you do to get such a punishment?” Faustus’ invoking of the four male Gods of Ranexx and the overlord of the land of the dead only served to remind her of painful things to come.
“This slave doesn’t know for sure, Master. She dislodged Captain Gaius’ cock, as it was near to ripping this slave’s bottom hole open, but she did not…” Virgelina trailed off knowing it was useless to defend her actions. Having broken slave law in refusing to allow her body to be used as a male wished, she would be punished. A hard lesson from training school came back into her mind. Slaves don’t argue about punishment; they accept it, for it is their due.
Justus broke in with the answer to Faustus’ query, and Virgelina was thankful for his interruption. “She twisted away, pushing Gaius out of her. He went crazy, slapping her face. Then he had me continue slapping her while another guard flogged her. He took his climax with the winner. He also marked the winner for himself, lucky bitch.”
“Officers! They always get the best of things while we do the work. Gaius is cruel when crossed, girl, which explains the severity of your punishment. Well, nothing to be done now so we may as well enjoy the slut, and give her a bit of pleasure before she screams.”
Virgelina’s fears penetrated her growing ecstasy, making her want to throw herself to the floor right then and beg for help. However, her growing sexual need overwhelmed her anxiety and took complete control.
Faustus touched her shoulders, insistently pushing her to her knees. Complying with his desire, she watched him open his tunic and expose his semi-erect manhood. Her slave mouth knew its task and it took the fleshy rod into its warm wetness. She worked the cock from experience and desire, as nothing would please her more right now than to have the rod in her slippery gash. Her efforts to bring pleasure to the hardening organ forced her forehead to push against his flabby stomach, but she did not care, possessed, as she was, by her arousal. If I service them both well, with full devotion, perhaps they will help me.
The shaft was rock hard now, and she could feel it deep in her throat. Deep enough to make the gagging, slurping sounds of oral service that Masters loved to hear. Wanting more, she wondered when the shaft would leave her throat, lubricated, rigid, and ready to be thrust hard into a more intimate hole. Please don’t let him be satisfied with squirting his seed in my throat.
Pain came again, briefly, as her hair was used by Faustus to maneuver her head and put her in the position he desired. Forcing her to stand and abandon her sucking, he whirled her around to face Justus. Then he used his firm hands to bend her forward at the waist to present her face to Justus’ crotch. Grasping her firmly by the hips, Faustus let his erection rub against her wet gash, but the expected penetration did not come.
“There you are, my young friend; I know how you love to be sucked. I shall contain myself, not thrusting deep in her holes, as she will need time to accommodate that fleshy monster of yours. When I see you have her mouth impaled, I’ll take her from behind.” Hearing Faustus laugh at his own comment, she wondered what the handsome Justus had under his uniform tunic.
Justus said nothing. Always preferring to let his prodigious manhood introduce itself to a new slavegirl, he simply looked down upon Virgelina with his enchanting blue eyes.
Looking up into the azure windows to his desire, she thought she had never seen such a beautiful face, filled with desire for her. A slight sheen of sweat broke on her brow, and she felt heated. Dismissing it as her submerged fears, she pushed her face to contact with the black fabric of his tunic.
“Go ahead, slave, and find what you desire.” His eyes twinkled back at her, as he knew she would eagerly do his bidding. Glad to have the use of her hands, she found his wide belt and worked feverishly to loosen it. The belt removed, she pushed aside the black cloth with red trim that was his Legion uniform. Her expectations were not dashed when a sleeping monster of expanding man-meat revealed itself. Even in its flaccid state it was impressive, and she felt that same strange heated chemistry she had felt moments ago, but she dismissed it as passion. By now, Faustus was playing with her pleasure bulb, and it was surely his actions that were causing her steamy feelings of lust.
Truthfully, it was not passion, as right there, and right then, biology did its deed. Virgelina imprinted on Justus for the rest of her life. In just an instant, his flesh pole in all its wonderful girth, his dashing blue eyes, and his youthful face had united inside her to push her biological trigger. Still unaware she had imprinted on a man not her Master, she moved her mouth forward to try and take in the enormous hardening shaft.
“Slow and easy, girl, it will fit. Slavegirls never think it will, but it always does.”
Buoyed by his confidence, she carefully, accepted more and more of the growing shaft into her mouth. Stretching her lips farther than ever before, she finally felt the bulbous head pop into her mouth. Once the head was inside, she had a somewhat easier time pushing further down on the hard shaft. Even so, she was unable to get more than a few inches of giant man-pole inside.
Fearing his anger at not taking him deep enough, she was happy to look up and see him smiling down at her with less than half his cock in her throat. There seems to be nothing in those eyes but sweet contentment at my service. What a joy to find a Master so easy to please. Sucking slowly on his massive organ, she pressed deeper, gagging herself to serve him while she let her tongue go wild. Slurping and slathering her tongue against the underside of his shaft, as she had been taught, she gave him nothing short of her best efforts. Most Masters would be taking control, throat-fucking me brutally, but he is content with letting me give him my best effort.
As if awakening from a dream into a nightmare, she felt Faustus’ hardness spear her bottom hole, in the typical Ranexxian taking of the female. Thankfully, he was much smaller than his younger companion, and after Gaius’ brutal taking of her anus during the trial, she was still somewhat stretched and open to rear entry. It would have been easier to orgasm if he had taken her cleft, but she realized her active clit would stretch back so his balls would rub against it as they slapped against her. Eventually, she would orgasm with even that brief of contact.
Impaled on both ends, she became a double sheath, servicing two shafts. However mentally, she discarded Faustus and saw both cocks, the one in her rectum and the one in her mouth, as Justus. Her perfect Master was fucking her on both ends.
“There we go, slut, this is how you pleasure slaves like it. You just don’t feel right if there’s just one cock moving inside you.” Faustus slapped her flanks as he rode her anus like she was a fleet-hoofed araban being encouraged to run faster.
“Come on, bitch, let’s get in the spirit. Fuck me back. Push back against my cock, then thrust forward to take Justus deeper. I hate a slow ride.”
She responded to his command like her training and desire told her to, but initially she found she had no leverage with which to push. Thinking quickly, she planted her hands on Justus’ naked thighs and pushed back on the shaft in her anus. This produced a complimentary rocking back motion, so the gargantuan pole in her mouth produced a slurping gag. In her nature of a true sex slave, she abandoned her body to these sensations, alternating between a deep reaming of her rectum, and a throaty rasp as Justus plugged her throat, cutting off all air. As she moved faster and faster, she found herself gasping for breath between the two deep impalements, as waves of delight welled up inside her used body. It was only now, in the heat of this sexual torrent, that she realized what had happened. I have imprinted on Justus, and he is my true and perfect Master now.
Orgasm came, swiftly and in multiple quantities, as it always did to Ranexxian slavegirls. Unable to actually scream due to Justus’ cock in her throat, she contented herself with moans and gasps of pleasure between breaths of air. Yet despite her state of nearly continuous climaxes, her use was by no means over, as it had become a race to climax between two vastly different Masters.
Yet the race was lost on Virgelina, as to her, Faustus had ceased to exist, his cock was simply an extension of Justus. Master is taking me, using me for his pleasure, but more than just that he is letting me serve him, letting me show my devotion to his happiness. In the heated passion of her imprinting, she had found a Master to serve forever.
“Damn it, I’m gonna shoot.” Faustus groaned out to his comrade, betraying his limited stamina.
Justus laughed and continued to savor the joys of Virgelina’s throat. “The race seldom goes to the swift, old man.”