Page 10 of Surrender

He twisted the tool in slowly, working the tip deeper. The ridges on the shaft rubbed against the walls of her tight passage. A stab of raw lust knifed through her belly. She’d never felt such a wildly erotic sensation. It was all she could do to keep from writhing on the table. Flooded with shame, unwilling to look anyone in the face, she stared at an elaborate fresco on the ceiling, unseeing, as she fought against the tremors of arousal.

Suddenly the Tellex chip kicked in, and she was able to understand Leto’s next words. “She’s very tight – almost as if she’s never been used.”

Sori gave an evil cackle. “We’ll declare her a virgin. That will please Balam. She’ll fetch a high price.”

She bent down, gave Talia a thin smile. “You’re very responsive,” she said, speaking Gadolinian. “Lord Balam will be happy to hear that. He may want to demonstrate just how responsive when you’re up on the auction block.”

She turned back to Leto. “Don’t give her too much,” she said in their native tongue. “The expression on her face when Balam shoves it all the way in will drive the bidders wild!”

He withdrew the probe as slowly as he’d put it in, watching her face the whole time, as though he hoped to hear a whimper or a stifled moan. When he finally pulled it out, Talia sighed with relief. She’d never have been able to live with the humiliation if Leto had continued and gratification occurred in front of the others.

“If she reacts so strongly to a probe shaped like the rod of the average Zolexian, let’s see how she handles this,” Sori said. She faced Talia again. “Roll over,” she demanded. “Get on your knees and put your forehead down, like you did earlier.”

Talia complied. The prospect of another spanking was nothing compared to the humiliation she’d endured being violated and brought to arousal.

Her relief proved short lived. Sori walked back to the bench, picked up another instrument and handed it to her twin. Made of smooth dark wood, the probe was shorter, with a narrow rounded tip. The shaft flared out then narrowed again to end in a flat base attached to the curved handle.

“Spread your legs wider,” Sori ordered.

She shoved Talia’s knees farther apart. “From the way she reacted earlier, Leto, I think we’d better secure her to the bench for this.” She lowered her voice seductively. “I’d hate to have this savage bruise your lovely body.”

Sori put her arms around his neck, drew his head down. Her long purple tongue snaked out, licked Leto’s bald head. He groaned, eyes half-closed, and arched his back like a big cat. Talia looked away, embarrassed by the blatant eroticism.

Sori’s tone grew harsh again. “You. Put your hands above your head.”

Awkwardly, Talia stretched out her arms. Sori seized her wrists and bound them together with a length of rope then secured it to a hook on the edge of the table. Leto wrapped another rope around one of her ankles, pulled it to one side and fastened it to another hook. He did the same with her other ankle, leaving Talia kneeling on the table with her ass high in the air, every private part of her on full display.

What they did next made her buck wildly, desperate to free herself. Sori dipped the probe into a pot on the bench, coated it with a slick substance. Then she handed it to Leto. He rubbed the greased tip around her anal opening. Talia bucked harder when the tip invaded her bottom hole.

It was removed abruptly. She sagged against the table then heard the dreadedcrack.Talia shuddered as the strap connected with her bottom.

“Do not move. You will submit to anything your master and mistress choose to do to you – or you will be punished even more severely. And then wewillhave our way with you. I suggest you cooperate and save yourself a great deal of misery.”

Sori wielded the strap again, laying another stroke on the same burning patch of skin. Then the tip of the probe pressed against her anus. She gasped as Leto worked it in.

“This hole has never been used,” he announced, sounding surprised. “It needs work.” He pushed the wooden tool in. The probe got wider and wider, stretched her anal opening until she wanted to scream. Though she was careful not to utter a sound, Leto seemed to sense her reaction. He withdrew the probe part way then inserted it again. Slowly. Relentlessly. Over and over, each time sliding it farther in.

Talia fought her natural instinct to clench tight. That would only make it more painful. She tried to send her mind away, to imagine herself anywhere but here. It was no use. Leto continued the pitiless probing.

“Leto, my dearest. Let me help you.”

The soft words sounded strange uttered in Sori’s shrill voice. Talia didn’t know what she meant. Then she felt Sori’s bony fingers run over her belly, work their way to the hood of her clitoris. She shuddered when the trainer rubbed it and made the tiny nub swell and grow hard.

“That’s better. She’s taking it in now.”

Leto’s voice seemed to come from far away. Talia fought a rising surge of arousal. Sori’s fingers kept up their erotic assault. The probe slid deeper into her bottom hole, creating shocking new sensations as it filled her. Talia forgot the room full of strangers, the humiliation of being on display.

Swept away in a tsunami of lust, her mind shut off and her body took over. Tiny involuntary motions ground her clit against Sori’s hand. Every time she moved, Leto’s probe hit a new spot inside her rear channel, set off another shocking wave of raw hunger.

She panted heavily as her orgasm built then let out a low moan when her trainers stopped just before she reached gratification.

“Leave the probe inside her,” Sori ordered. “With her hands tied, we can control her easily using that handle. And it will prepare her for the ass fucking she’ll get on a regular basis once she’s sold.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Back on earth, Talia’s personal sessions always ended in gratification. Frustrated, shaking with need, she didn’t pick up on his response. Never realized Leto was Sori’s slave.

Chapter Seven

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