Captured And Conquered!

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In a world where the human population has exceeded its resources, only a select few are permitted to breed and continue the species. A man may earn this honor in a competition which pits him against three women chosen for their beauty and cunning. A victorious male receives the woman he defeats as his own, while for a woman, winning means freedom.

From the moment his turn at the competition began, Traisk knew that Keeria was the one he meant to conquer. To unlock the uncomfortable leather binding that prevents him from experiencing pleasure, he must capture her and make her utter three secret words to declare herself as his prize.

Keeria has her own plans, and they do not include submitting to Traisk, but once she finds herself naked, bound, and at his mercy, she cannot help but wonder what it would be like to belong to him. Even as he spanks her long and hard, teases her with pleasure, and plays with her in ways that leave her face as red as her bare bottom, he also cares for her needs with gentle kindness. How long will she last before her defiance turns to desire and she begs him to take her any way he pleases?

Publisher’s Note: Captured and Conquered is an erotic novel that includes both consensual and non-consensual spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, exhibitionism, and elements of age play, medical play, and BDSM. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that this book was published previously under the title The Maze.

 

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Chapter One 

“Traisk! Get your lazy ass up! You have caught the Elders’ eyes!” Master Kal announced, banging on the pen’s bars. Traisk opened his eyes, his beaten body screaming for rest. He had just won his final Ketar— the fight for life—this time against a 10’ tall ape-like creature with claws of iron and venom in its saliva. Traisk had won the ‘honor’ of engaging in that particular battle by beating three other Strong Men, bred for strength and intelligence just like himself, in the ring. He knew of their fates; they would become slaves in the Thetis mines below the surface of Elien. 

“Lazy? You worthless eunuch, who the hell are you calling lazy?” Traisk growled, sitting up on his cot. 

Kal grinned sardonically, grabbing his crotch, “You wish I was a eunuch, boy. Don’t you want to hear what the Elders wish of you?” 

“Not really. Whatever it is, I have no choice.” 

“They want you for the Maze! Isn’t that great?” 

Traisk narrowed his dark green eyes, glaring at his master. He stood up, his massive 7-foot tall body nearly filling the small cell. Had it been one year already since the Maze was last played? 

“Does that mean I get my freedom?” 

“Don’t ask foolish questions to which you already know the answer. You know that no one is truly free in this society, least of all a Strong Man like yourself. If you win, though, you will have a beautiful woman to serve your every need and desire, and even to bear your children. You might even be granted other women to satisfy your appetites, if the Elders decide your victory was glorious enough.” 

Kal sat on the bench outside the cell, crossing his large, burly arms. He was well past his prime, but time had diminished neither his strength nor his sardonic wit. 

“And how am I expected to win, exactly?” Traisk asked bitterly. “You know the Strong Men are not told the secrets of the Maze. We are only taught how to survive in every possible situation. I’ve never been permitted to observe the event. I don’t even know the rules of this game.” 

“Yes, things are kept well hidden from you boys. Makes it more fun for the audience. Don’t worry, though, you’ll be told the rules before the game starts. And just think, you’ll finally get to see a real Trained One! Oh, but no touching other than with your hands. Your little friend there will be caged,” Kal said with an evil grin. 

“I’ll show you little,” Traisk growled. 

The Trained Ones were female versions of the Strong Men. They were chosen and conditioned to be prime breeding material, and the rumors had it that they were stunningly beautiful, clever and vicious animals that could kill a man with a glare. They did not compete publically except in the Maze, and no Strong Man ever saw one until he was chosen to enter the Maze. 

“You’ve never been caged before. The damn thing sends a nasty electric shock to your balls if the sensors pick up any, uh, activity. The conquered female has to speak the code to unlock it.” 

“Sounds like fun.” Traisk frowned. “And what’s in it for me if I win? Besides owning the rights to the female.” 

“Oh, you’ll hear about it all when it’s time to go in. I’ll tell you this much. If you win, because you have advanced yourself to Prestige already, the elders can decide to invite you to participate in the Council. High Classes often act as council underlings and the rest are usually granted positions as trainers for our Strong Men.” 

“So, the smarter and better educated we are, the better pawns we become for society.” Traisk sounded as bitter as he felt. 

Only Strong Men and Trained Ones were permitted to reproduce, and only the greatest among them were selected to compete in the Maze for the honor of owning a permanent mate. The others were randomly assigned partners twice a year for the sole purpose of generating offspring. Once the offspring were weaned, they were sent to training camps to prepare them to assume their parents’ role as future Strong Men and Trained Ones. Even with the strict limitations on the bearing of children, the population was extensive and was close to exhausting Elien’s resources after years of overuse. 

Traisk had worked hard to be named a Prestige, the highest academic achievement offered on Elien, and had earned his tattooed ‘wings’ several years ago. He had hoped, with his academic honors and his history of wins and popularity on the fighting circuit, that he would be selected to simply breed, and then be released from his pack to be a translator for research. This was Elien’s way. Only the strong survived and he was very strong, both physically and mentally. 

“I was a High-Class and was awarded this position. You never know,” Kal shrugged, spitting on the floor. 

“YOU went to the maze?” Traisk was genuinely surprised. 

“Twenty-two years past. My brood mare died while birthing.” 

“And your child? Do you know anything about it?” 

“You know that all offspring are taken to be raised for the public good. Have you ever seen one? No, they are taken to a place to be tested and their paths decided. Don’t you remember your training camp?” 

Traisk nodded silently. His first memory was standing in the center of a field and being handed a stick. 

“This is how you survive, boy,” the Master had said to the four year old. “If you drop it, you die.” 

Thirty years of nonstop physical and mental exercise, a brutal training regimen and countless beatings left the Strong Men hard, callused, and usually heartless men whose only goals were to survive and, hopefully, to breed. Traisk was at his peak physically, mentally and sexually, and the elders had noticed. 

Traisk had known women; they were brought frequently into camp to provide relief and ‘sensory’ training to the young Strong Men. Few were beautiful or particularly intelligent, and they were considered disposable commodities. It was a cruel and calculating society, where the influential and powerful ruled and women were viewed as nothing more than property to serve their various needs. 

Traisk hated it. He hated everyone who had succumbed to society’s rules. As a Strong Man, he was nothing but this culture’s slave and could do little to change things… unless he could win in the Maze and gain enough fame. He had trained his body and his mind for something more than a life as a slave and a breeder. This was his only chance. 

He focused his mind on the task, on what he would need to do to win. 

“It shouldn’t be too hard to make a woman talk and give up the code.” Traisk grunted, realizing that his best opportunity to win was to try to ambush and hide one of the harpies without the others knowing. 

Kal lifted his tunic, showing a large, ragged scar. “Mine found a stone and carved a knife after I took her cinquedea. She then decided to try to skin me alive. Beware, my friend, they are cunning and very creative little beasts. Don’t let them deceive you with either their innocence or their pain. You cannot harm them or you will immediately be disqualified.” 

“Great. Can they work together to slice us into bite-sized pieces? And define harm…” 

“No, the rules prevent them from directly working together, but beware, they can connive so it looks like they are working separately.” Kal shook his head. “As for ‘harm’, it is ill-defined, but it refers to drawing a significant amount of blood, breaking bones, disfiguration and almost anything else that you will want to do to them as they torment you. Everything else, superficial stuff, is good to go.” 

“When does this wonderful event take place?” Traisk asked sarcastically. 

“In one month. Aren’t you excited?” 

“Kal, I just need to say this one thing,” the huge man said as he grabbed the bars of his pen and glared at his captor. “You better pray that I don’t win, because one of the very first things I will do after I’m out of the Maze is to kill you with my bare hands.” 

“Save your testosterone for the Maze, son. Trust me, you’ll need it.” There was no fear in Kal’s return gaze. He knew what awaited the boy whom he had raised into manhood and he had faith that Traisk would succeed. 

* * * 

Twelve women, ages 18 to 21, stood in line. They were completely naked and covered with dirt, with their hair matted and carrying multiple bruises on their bodies. Their angry glares were directed at the Head Trainer as he paced before them. The old man laughed, swinging his crop. 

“Did you all have a nice little picnic today? Aren’t you all so happy that you were allowed to spend the day in the sunshine and play in the dirt?” he asked snidely. 

There was no answer… but then, answers were not permitted. The women had been pulled from their cots before both suns had peaked and sent on a nearly impossible run through the training grounds. Two of their companions had dropped, worn down by the exertion and the caustic air, and the remaining stood before the trainers, wondering about their fate. 

Three of them were to be selected for the Maze. They had been carefully culled over many years, weeding out the less than perfect. Those who had been culled were chemically altered—sterilized to prevent breeding—and then the more intelligent of those were put up for auction and purchased by influential Elien males. The rest were sent to training camps to be used as desired. None among them had obtained her freedom, nor did any of this litter—as a training group was called—know a woman who had ever achieved that prize. 

“I have selected three of you to compete in the Maze,” the old man announced, crossing his still muscular arms across a wide, solid chest, “Keeria, Lina and Suri, step forward.” 

The three women glanced at each other nervously as they obeyed. The Head Trainer touched each with his crop as he walked around them, studying their work-hardened bodies and the soft curves of their blossoming womanhood. They were very young for the Maze—an honor usually reserved for the more seasoned women two or three years their senior. Each girl had 

turned 18 over the past year and had only been subjected to a few months of the most hard-core training needed to survive the game. Regardless, all three were well known as being rebellious, defiant, manipulative, and venomous when crossed… the perfect set of traits for Trained Ones in the Maze. 

“Lovely. Too bad the Elders took this from me,” he said as he pointed to his crotch, “otherwise I would show you what you have to look forward to.” 

Keeria was the only one who did not break her glare, looking up into his cruel, cold eyes. 

“Good thing they did it first, otherwise I would be doing it for them,” she hissed, readying for the slap. It never came. 

“Always trying to provoke me, aren’t you, little one? You have one month to prepare for the Maze. During this time, you will be allowed to heal from your bruises. While the Trainers will not be permitted to beat you, we do have other ways to punish bad behavior. Take them to their cells and clean them up, then bring this one to my quarters. Do not harm them,” Head Trainer Denkar ordered the guards. 

Keeria snarled as three sets of hands dragged the three women to the showers and hosed them down with icy water. Keeria crouched on the floor, tucking her chin to prevent the hard water from hitting her face. She was raised to her feet and her wrists snapped into a pair of restraints hanging from the ceiling. Her toes were raised off the floor and her shoulders started to ache. 

Keeria’s heart pounded; this had not occurred before. The trainers never used restraints or penetration! They were forbidden, by law, to intentionally disable a Trained One, although they tended to disregard this edict when they forced the girls to breathe the wet, acidic air of the dying planet on long runs. 

She watched as her two companions were led outside, still naked. Soon she was left hanging, exposed and vulnerable, before one handler. Like all Trainers, he had once competed in the Maze. His rancor toward women shone in his eyes; it was a woman who had cost him his manhood. He looked straight into her smoky blue orbs, smirking. 

“Not so mouthy when you’re dangling there like a slab of meat, are you Keeria?” he asked, walking around her wet, naked form, his hand grazing her skin. 

“You heard the Head Trainer! You cannot harm me!” 

“Getting scared, Keeria? That’s not like you. You’ve been very sheltered here, and you know nothing of what is in store for you, do you? In the Maze I had a mare hanging like this for hours after I captured her. Her arm muscles were so worn out, I thought she couldn’t take a knife to me. Was I wrong! She cut me before the elders did,” the man snarled, starting to lather soap over her bare body. He harshly scrubbed every inch of her, including her woman’s folds and the soft skin nestled between her firm bottom cheeks, and then hosed her off with the cold water. As she hung there dripping, his hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples roughly, smiling at her wince. 

She closed her eyes, escaping into that part of her mind that could block pain and fear. She had achieved the ability to partition herself over the years, allowing her to tolerate more hardship that she thought possible. As children, they were subjected to countless hours of mental and physical exercises and grueling tasks designed to sharpen their minds and skills. Punishment was dealt out swiftly with a cane and the girls fought hard to avoid it, except Keeria. Her inability to control her tongue left her in constant contact with the hateful cane that was usually applied to the backs of her thighs. Rarely a week would pass when she wasn’t summoned by the Head Trainer. The boarding school life ended when they turned 18, and then they were sent to 

training camps and exposed to the most serious, and painful, of training exercises. Her ability to partition had made her a favorite target of the other trainers’ sadistic experiments with various implements used for punishment, as well as the Head Trainer’s crop and short whip. 

“When was the last time you cried, Keeria? Hmmm?” 

She made no sound as his fingers touched and tweaked her hardened nipples. Unable to achieve any satisfying reaction, he quickly grew bored. “I wish I had time to play with you, but duty calls,” he said, releasing her and tossing her a towel. “Dry off and get dressed. On second thought, let’s keep you naked. Head Trainer likes you that way. He thinks you’re more submissive.” 

Keeria held her chin up as he shoved her towards the lead trainer’s personal quarters. She had never been there before and could only imagine what type of nasty games he would think of to punish her for her rudeness. She was somewhat relieved, knowing he was not permitted to mark her, but she was certain he’d find some other way to humiliate and degrade her. 

“Keeria, my beauty… Enter. You are dismissed,” the Head Trainer said to her escort as she dropped her head to the floor before him. Nodding, her handler silently left after eyeing her perfect round bottom. She was ordered to attention and quickly stood, fully exposed and in presentation position before the eunuch. His smile never touched his eyes as he scanned her well-toned but feminine body. 

“It’s time you learned some lessons, my dear. We’ve protected you from the ugly world and you are about to see what you’ve missed. It wouldn’t be right of me to not enlighten you, now, would it?” 

Keeria remained silent, staring into space. If the world really was uglier than what she had seen so far, she wasn’t looking forward to seeing more of it. The man shook his head, standing and picking up his crop. 

“I would advise you to be more appreciative right now. If you want to survive in that Maze, there are things you need to learn.” He set the crop aside and stroked her face gently with his hand. 

“Why would you help me win?” Keeria sneered, jerking her face away from his hand. He kissed her shoulder, walking behind her. 

“Your win is my win. The elders are very generous to the Trainer when one of our mares shows well,” he whispered into her neck, his hand making its way down to her naked bottom. His fingers slid between her cheeks and stroked the tiny, tight rosebud. Keeria gasped; she had never been touched like that before! The Head Trainer chuckled, massaging the pucker gently. 

“The cruelty of Elien is beyond your understanding, you poor, naïve child,” he said, wetting his finger with spittle then returning it to her bottom hole as she stood there stiffly, hands on her head and holding her breath. “Things can be done to a woman without the use of a cock. Things like this,” he said, suddenly thrusting his finger deep inside of her bottom. Keeria cried out in pain. Trainers never practiced any type of penetration, so she was not expecting the assault upon her rear entry. 

“Or things like this,” the man said, starting to slowly slide his thick digit in and out of her as he reached his other hand around to the front and began to finger her clit. Keeria’s eyes widened as waves of pleasure flowed through her body. The Head Trainer suddenly stopped, leaving her panting with desire. He chuckled, stepping away to wash his hands. 

“That was just a little taste of what can be done to you in the Maze. Strong Men are trained from birth to be both fierce and seductive. One of them can conquer you as much with gentleness as he can with force. Remember that and you’ll win your freedom.” 

“Thank you, Sir,” Keeria whispered, sweat still covering her body as her knees shook. 

“Go now. Prepare your mind and your body to win. Despite you being a woman, it will sadden me to lose you. I will miss you and would be even more distressed to see you used up by either the elders or the miners or the training camps.” 

Keeria’s mind swam as her keeper escorted her to her cell. Head Trainer Denkar had given her much to think about. She knew she had no choice; she had to win, no matter the cost. The only chance of achieving True Freedom would be to kill the Strong Man before he conquered her. 

* * * 

Traisk wiped the sweat from his eyes, dropping the barbell on the floor. He flexed his immense muscles, swollen with blood from his workout, and slowly stretched. He bit his lip, glancing down at the uncomfortable leather and plastic cage that entrapped his penis and scrotum. The last month had been pure agony. The cage allowed him to urinate, but an erection caused him pain and pure misery. To make things even more difficult, Master Kal had sent over numerous stock females to tease and torment him. He was to abide by the rules of the Maze; he was not to harm them but only to practice various means of conquering. He bored quickly; a simple pinch on the back of the neck and most girls started blubbering. 

“Think you’re ready?” Kal asked from behind him. Traisk glared hatefully. 

“It would be wise for you to get out of my face right now. I’m pumped and horny, and I just want to kill something with my bare hands. I would be very happy for it to be you.” 

“But look at all the goodies I brought you? Oh, that’s right, you couldn’t enjoy them,” Kal laughed keeping his distance, “I sure did.” 

“How does this damn thing work anyway?” Traisk asked, trying to adjust himself under the snug cage. 

“There’s a lock on the back panel. It can only be unlocked by a three-word verbal code.” Kal grinned. “A Trained One has to speak the code to unlock you. Needless to say, she won’t do it without a fight.” 

“You son of a bitch. I swear, one day your throat will be between my hands…” 

* * * 

“Keeria! Step forward. Head Trainer Denkar wishes to see you.” 

Keeria eyed the handler suspiciously, silently following him to the master’s chambers. He had been unusually tolerant of her this last month, almost civil. She wondered what her winning in the Maze meant to him. Her muscles were pleasantly sore after a long period of exercise this morning and she had been rewarded with a warm hosing to rinse off. She now wondered, one day before the Maze, what was in store for her. She entered the Head Trainer’s quarters and stood at attention, hands behind her head to present herself. He did not miss the fact that she challenged him with her eyes as she stared boldly 

Traisk wiped the sweat from his eyes, dropping the barbell on the floor. He flexed his immense muscles, swollen with blood from his workout, and slowly stretched. He bit his lip, glancing down at the uncomfortable leather and plastic cage that entrapped his penis and scrotum. The last month had been pure agony. The cage allowed him to urinate, but an erection caused him pain and pure misery. To make things even more difficult, Master Kal had sent over numerous stock females to tease and torment him. He was to abide by the rules of the Maze; he was not to harm them but only to practice various means of conquering. He bored quickly; a simple pinch on the back of the neck and most girls started blubbering. 

“Think you’re ready?” Kal asked from behind him. Traisk glared hatefully. 

“It would be wise for you to get out of my face right now. I’m pumped and horny, and I just want to kill something with my bare hands. I would be very happy for it to be you.” 

“But look at all the goodies I brought you? Oh, that’s right, you couldn’t enjoy them,” Kal laughed keeping his distance, “I sure did.” 

“How does this damn thing work anyway?” Traisk asked, trying to adjust himself under the snug cage. 

“There’s a lock on the back panel. It can only be unlocked by a three-word verbal code.” Kal grinned. “A Trained One has to speak the code to unlock you. Needless to say, she won’t do it without a fight.” 

“You son of a bitch. I swear, one day your throat will be between my hands…” 

* * * 

“Keeria! Step forward. Head Trainer Denkar wishes to see you.” 

Keeria eyed the handler suspiciously, silently following him to the master’s chambers. He had been unusually tolerant of her this last month, almost civil. She wondered what her winning in the Maze meant to him. Her muscles were pleasantly sore after a long period of exercise this morning and she had been rewarded with a warm hosing to rinse off. She now wondered, one day before the Maze, what was in store for her. She entered the Head Trainer’s quarters and stood at attention, hands behind her head to present herself. He did not miss the fact that she challenged him with her eyes as she stared boldly at him. 

“Do you think you’re ready, little Keeria?” he asked, picking up his ever-present crop and strolling towards her. 

“As ready as I can be, Sir.” Keeria stared at him, not moving her head. She didn’t miss the new addition to his room and suddenly felt her heart quicken. 

“I see you noticed my new furniture. You’ll be the first to try it. The elders have demanded that you be examined prior to the event so that they know you will be at peak performance and able to breed should you be conquered.” 

“I have no intention of being any man’s brood mare, Head Trainer,” she snapped, then realized what he had said. “Examined? How?” 

“How? Very thoroughly, that is how. Did you know that I was named High-Class as a physician before they called me into the Maze?” the Head Trainer announced, picking up a pair of plastic gloves and snapping them against his palm as he put them on. 

“No, Head Trainer.” 

“Oh, yes… Now strip, Trained One,” he ordered, his voice changing to a dark and powerful tone. 

Keeria trembled, obeying quickly. Her gray slacks, shirt and undergarments fell to the floor and she stood naked before him, in position once again. The Head Trainer traced the curves of her breasts with his crop, gently flicking her nipples with the tip. She winced, unprepared. The leather tip followed the outline of her gently sloped hips and the soft, enticing curves of her buttocks before following slowly down the crease between her legs. 

“Spread your thighs,” he ordered, snapping the inside of her left thigh with the crop. Keeria obeyed, feeling him draw the slender rod between her legs and press the side into the moist folds of her vagina. He chuckled, stroking the short, slender crop slowly over her pussy, not missing the slickness left upon its surface. 

“Are you enjoying your examination?” 

“No, Master,” came the breathy answer. 

“Your body is telling me that your lips are lying. Bend forward and grab your ankles.” 

Keeria hesitated, then obeyed. She tried to partition her mind as his hands ran down the inside of her thighs and then returned to her bottom, spreading her cheeks wide apart. She could not stop the heat from rising to her face as he pressed his mouth to the small of her back and she felt his hot breath travel down to her stretched rosebud. 

“Beautiful… Stay in position.” 

Keeria heard the sound of clanking behind her as she held her ankles, legs spread, forcing her bottom to stick out and clearly showing her tiny pink bottom hole. She bit her lip as she felt something cool and slippery being massaged into it. 

“You look very uncomfortable. Let’s remedy that,” the Head Trainer said, pulling a chair in front of her. He sat, feet on the floor, his long legs pressed together. “Lay across my lap.” 

“Sir?” She had never assumed this intimate position before. He had always made her stand for punishment. 

“Obey me, girl!” he commanded. Keeria quickly responded, placing her flat stomach across his bony knees. He adjusted her to bring her rounded, pale bottom to where he could see every hidden part of her most private regions. His hand stroked her cunny briefly before returning to her shivering rosebud. 

“The first part of an examination is taking your temperature. We are going to do it the way it was done on Earth thousands of years ago. Stay still,” came the order as he first probed her bottom hole with this thick finger, stretching and twirling before withdrawing the finger and then inching a thick, glass rod deep inside. Keeria felt the heat in her face again as she blushed red at the humiliation of lying naked across this old man’s knees. Being held in place with her 

bare backside high in the air and having a thermometer stuck into her bottom wrenched at every bit of pride she had. 

Keeria was not a crier; it took more pain than the Trainer could deliver to get tears from her, but this wretched act brought her close. She fought her embarrassment as he played with the rod, moving it back and forth, dipping his finger into her slit to gauge her arousal. Once again, her body betrayed her and his finger returned wet and fragrant with her juices. He poked and prodded at her neck, shoulders, back, thighs, and legs, pausing only to twist the glass rod now and then. 

“Very good, no fever,” the Head Trainer announced, pulling the thermometer out and reading it. “As tempting as it is to take my crop to this lovely rump of yours, I’m afraid my enthusiasm might leave forbidden marks. I know that disappoints you.” 

She said nothing, especially since there was a hint of truth to his words after the effect of his intimate examination. She did not understand why; she hated his crop almost as much as his cane. 

He stood the girl up, patting her hand. “Go to that table and lay down on it. On your stomach.” 

Reddening again, Keeria obeyed, climbing up to the narrow metal platform and stretching out, legs straight behind her. Tsking, the Head Trainer held out his hand. 

“Straighten your arms out over your head.” 

She did so, and then restraints were clasped on both wrists. Keeria wiggled against the cold, hard metal that pressed into her naked breasts and stomach. The man walked behind her and grabbed an ankle, pulling her knee to the side. He placed her foot in a stirrup and secured it with another restraint. This action was repeated on the other side and Keeria groaned shamefully. The humiliation increased as the part of the table under her belly and hips was raised, lifting her rear parts high in air. She heard a thunk as he removed a panel from under her pubic area, giving him a full view of her most intimate parts. 

He was gentle, Keeria had to admit, as he probed her with his gloved hand. His fingers went deep inside of her pussy, carefully pressing and exploring her virginal passage. She fought the sensation of pleasure as he prodded her, stroking her ass and thighs as he thoroughly scrutinized every nook and cranny. 

“The truth, Keeria. How does this feel?” 

“I am not enjoying this, Sir,” she forced out in an unwavering tone. 

“Liar,” he chuckled, shoving his finger roughly inside of her. She grunted. He lowered the center of the table so that the surface was flat again, and then released her in order to turn her onto her back. He quickly restrained her once again, arms high above her head, heels in stirrups and legs buckled in place. Very slowly, he pushed the stirrups close to her body and then outward, spreading her knees uncomfortably wide. Keeria closed her eyes, fearing the worst, although she could not imagine what it would be. 

The Head Trainer hummed as he pulled a light close to her genitals. 

“Beautiful… nice and pink. Look how swollen this little thing is,” he said as he touched her clit, feeling her jump. “It must be aroused. Yes, Keeria? Are you aroused?” 

“No, sir.” 

“Hmm, must be because you’re backed up. I’ll be happy to remedy that. You won’t like this little device. No, not one bit. But you will thank me for it later.” 

Keeria bit back her cry as he once again massaged his finger in and out of her anus before carefully inserting a wide, black hose slowly into her rectum. He then fully inflated the base 

bulb to keep it in place. She had heard about this horrid thing, and that it was usually used when one of the girls was ill. 

“I favor this method. I find it much more sanitary and comfortable than the old earth enema system. This is a colon flush. Have you heard about what it does?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Oh, so the ladies like to talk. It must arouse them as well, otherwise they would stay quiet about it. It is a bit uncomfortable, but you won’t get the urge to evacuate unless, of course, I leave the drain valve closed. Would you like me to do that for you? Would you like me to let it fill you?” 

“No, Sir.” Keeria gritted her teeth, feeling a warm rush inside her bottom. Her stomach started to cramp and she tried to breathe slowly and not allow the terrible pressure to force her to beg. 

“Of course, if a Strong Man did this, he would make you hold this until you begged to be allowed to release it, or even worse, he could make you expel in front of him. How shameful would that be?” 

Keeria hated him. She hated the Elders. She hated every man that had been born. But she stayed silent. 

“You will be a hard one to conquer, my dear. Now, if I open the drain valve…” 

Keeria sighed with relief as the machine released the tremendous discomfort in her bowels. Head Trainer Denkar chuckled, allowing the flush to continue and watching how Keeria’s pussy grew even more moist in the process. 

“While that’s going on, let’s take a better look at this lovely little flower. Hmm, it’s a bit scruffy. Don’t move.” 

The woman shivered as his skilled hands lathered her labia with lotion and then started to meticulously shave away every strand of hair he could see. He parted her lips, grazing the razor gently over the delicate skin, and even ventured to where the black hose protruded, looking for stray wisps of her womanly fur. 

The sound of metal caught Keeria’s attention as he prepared the next portion of her examination. He gently inserted his fingers into her exposed pussy and started to stretch her out. Keeria turned her head to face the far wall; his subtle invasion was as distasteful as it was sensual. 

“This is a tad chilly. Easy now,” he cooed, the gentleness in his voice almost anticlimactic compared to the feel of something cold, hard, and impersonal being pressed deep into her vagina. She held her breath as he opened the speculum slowly, but completely, stretching her wide for his view. He quickly swabbed her and then returned to gaze. 

“Absolutely stunning. You will breed well, my dear one.” 

“Breed? If I win, I’m free.” 

“Unless you manage to kill the Strong Man, you will be free only to choose the man you desire to mate with. You don’t have to keep him, though. That will be up to you, but you have to pick someone and produce offspring. You’ll also get your choice of duty to serve in society. Do you really think the elders will completely let such a fine specimen go if you just managed to escape or resist conquest? 

“That’s not fair,” she murmured, feeling him retract the speculum and slide it out carefully. 

“No, it’s not. Just like what they did to me wasn’t fair. I broke my leg saving one of the women in the maze. The bitch got out and left me to die. If you escape, think very carefully 

about whom you will choose to be your mate, and make your choice very quickly before they decide for you. If he’s someone you think you can tolerate, keep him as your pet. He’ll know his future depends on your pleasure and he will never do anything to make you dispose of him,” he advised cautiously. 

“I don’t understand.” 

“You must breed if you don’t obtain True Freedom. Again, that will only happen if you personally kill the Strong Man,” the older man said patiently, “If you escape at the three day mark, you are a Free One. You are allowed to choose one man to mate with and, if you desire, as part of your prize, you may keep him. He becomes indebted to you for removing him from his position as slave, and he becomes your pet, so to speak. He then will be given a place to serve in society in lieu of being sent for further training or being sent to the mines. He also knows that you can send him away at any time once you become impregnated. Believe me, he will do almost anything to keep from being sent back to his trainers or to the mines. No ‘pet’ has even been allowed the privilege of working in society once they are known to have displeased their female, and few have survived the trainers if returned in that state.” 

“It sounds like having a pet male is the only power a woman really has on Elien besides True Freedom.” 

“It is. You were bred, just like the Strong Men, to reproduce the strongest and most intelligent offspring to continue our species. That is your duty.” 

“I am a slave. I have no duty, just a burden.” 

“Call it what you will, but if you don’t comply, the results are tragic.” 

Keeria said nothing as he turned off the machine and let her fully ‘drain’. He patted her velvety mound dry with a soft towel and then slowly removed the long, black hose from her rectum. Keeria fought to keep her mind away from her experience. Despite his age and obvious abhorrence of women, he was extremely mindful of her. But then, the old man knew that gentleness could be her downfall and was exposing her to it before her opponent tried the same trick in the Maze. 

“One more test. Have you ever had an orgasm?” 

“I’m not certain, Sir. The handlers enjoyed toying with me during shower time.” 

“You are not to have one now. Do everything you can to prevent it from happening. Resist me,” the Head Trainer said, scooting his stool close to her spread lips. Keeria gasped as his mouth contacted her sensitive, stimulated flesh. She fought to stop the quivering of her pussy as he gently sucked and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, drinking in her outflow of fluid like a parched man. She fought the sensation of falling, shaking her head and clenching her fists as she tried to resist the overwhelming need to press her body hard against his lips and let go of all control. She inhaled and partitioned her mind, separating her body from herself. She finally relaxed. The need had past. 

The Head Trainer sat up straight, smiling as he wiped his face. 

“Good girl. You’re ready.” 

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