Queen Yavara Ch. 14

Steady, Prestira, steady. I thought to myself, feeling the dispassionate calm of an academic's rationality, You know how this is going to happen. Torture only ever gets worse. This right here is as good as it's going to be for you. Your best chance of staying sane and keeping all your parts attached is to slow things down as best you can.

I relaxed as best I could in my bent position, opening my throat and breathing evenly through my nose. My heart steadied in my chest, and through my rational lens, I separated myself from the situation. Oh, I could feel the man burrowing down my neck, and I could still taste his foulness and smell his rank loins, but there was a disconnect that let me stay in my mind, turning my body into a vessel that simply reacted to stimulus. Yes, my pussy became wet; I could hardly control the automatic responses of my body. Did I enjoy the way he thrusted into me without regard for my pain or dignity? On a primal level, I supposed I did. Was I ashamed? No. I was at the mercy of things I could not control, and for that, there was no shame. The man ridiculed me for the moans that filtered around his driving cock, and he took great joy in calling me a whore and slut, but they were only words. I was in control. I would be safe in the fortress of my mind.

I felt the orc's tip move through my splayed cheeks, and center on my puckered anus. I froze. I guessed it was due time for things to get worse. I could feel just by the girth of his tip that this was going to be hell. I'd never taken something so large. I closed my eyes, and breathed through my nose, preparing myself. The orc's head pressed against my sphincter, pushing harder, depressing my pelvic floor. My body reacted without my permission, writhing in protest, hips shaking and legs kicking in their constraints. They laughed in unison, the orc grabbing my waist to steady me, his hands so large that his thumbs touched at the small of my back. I felt the pressure mounting, my rim quivering against the invasion, my taint stretching to a ribbon of taut flesh. Get ready, Prestira, you can take this! He broke through. I reared my head back, and shrieked around the meat in my throat. My rim stretched beyond its limit, my back arched, my body trembled in its binds. The orc plunged into me, his head reaching depths I'd never felt before, his girth stretching me near to rending. My eyes welled up with tears, my head thundered, my heart pounded a discordant tattoo in my chest, bringing blood to wounds opened within. But my mental fortress stood strong against the onslaught, holding the world at arm's length. Somewhere in the annals of my dulled conscious, I heard cruel laughter.

"You were being such a smartass Fifty-One, we decided to get Big Bill over here and teach you a lesson!" The human laughed, "Are you going to be a good girl, or does Big Bill have to keep going?"

I nodded desperately. I'll be a good girl! I'll do anything! Just make it stop! I conveyed. I knew they wouldn't, but nothing coaxes a sadist more than resistance. It would be better for me if they thought they were winning.

The human smirked at me, shaking his head. "I think you're lying to us, Fifty-One, you bad girl."

Big Bill squeezed my glutes until the fat protruded between his fingers, then wrenched himself out of me. Agony like I'd never known lanced up my spine, compelling the arch of my back to deepen until my navel touched the floor. My rectum flowed out of me, turning inside-out upon its exit and bunching into bud around the hole. Yavara might've been able to find pleasure in such perverse suffering, but I did not have her succubus gifts. I squealed around the meat in my throat, my eyes rolling back, the tears pouring down my face. But my fortress remained intact. Bill forced himself back in, my bunched sheath sucked into my anal vacuum, reforming internally about the mold of his raping organ. He stretched my insides wide open, his tip throbbing in my abdomen, his heat radiating through the vile reaches of my sex. In and out, in and out; his drives were long and methodical, relishing every inch of me that clung to him, willing him back inside with the suction of wet flesh. I thought I might burst from the inside, I thought he might tear through my colon and pierce my guts, but my elastic insides barely held him, rewarding him for his cruelty. I lurched forward when his crotch impacted my pelvis, ripples flowing from the fat of my ass, dissipating before the tight curve of my back. I was pulled back with each retreat, my anus prolapsing every time, my mouth drawing down the length of the man raping my throat. Oh, I was pleasing them. I could hear it in their groans and exclamations, see it in the man's eyes. I was tight, I was hot, I was gripping them like a whore on her last penny. Spit leaked from the metal ring in my mouth, stringing from my chin. Lewd gurgles emanated from me, my upturned eyes staring sightlessly at the man doing his work. They found a rhythm between them, and they ratcheted it with each drive, bending me backwards, accelerating, punishing me. My black ringlets of hair flailed, my breasts bounced off my chest, the slapping of flesh on flesh grew louder, and my muffled screams grew higher. But my fortress remained intact. My vision clouded, growing darker, my mind overloaded with the pain that subdued me. I ebbed away from consciousness, my limbs becoming lax, the world dulling to- a whip snapped across my back, and I screamed awake.

"Oh no Fifty-One, you're not getting off that easy." The human sneered.

"Did the bitch almost pass out?" Bill laughed behind me.

"I guess you just have that effect on women, you stud." The human grinned, "The fair maidens swoon when they see Big Bill coming. Isn't that right, Twenty-Three?"

"Yes Master!" Twenty-Three giggled, her mouth smiling, but her eyes dead. She turned to me, "Don't you just love Big Bill's cock? I get so excited when he comes around!" She ducked her head to conspiratorial distance and whispered, "I don't know what I'd do without my masters! I want to kill myself every time they're not fucking me!"

"Twenty-Three's been on this ship for three months." The human laughed, tugging on my hair as he ravaged my mouth, "When she first got here she was a virgin, now look at her. That's what we're going to do you Fifty-One. Soon, you'll be begging for Big Bill to rape that tight little ass of yours."

I stared placidly back, abased and surrendered, trying not to show the hint of challenge. My body had adapted somewhat to the pain, and I dared not coax them to escalate. Of course, it was all for naught. I was beginning to realize that they were following a long-practiced script, and it didn't matter what lines I said or didn't say, what character I chose to play; I was just a prop.

"Oh," The human laughed, "you don't think we can break you? I love the defiant ones. They're always so much more fun."

The human draped the whip across my back, turning it over so that the crude bars grazed the flesh. My eyes widened in terror. He sneered at me, and ripped the whip across my flank. A hot line seared through me, and I wailed, biting against the ring between my teeth until my jaw ached. The human's eyes were wild, his lust incensed by my display of pain, he fucked my throat until I glugged between every breath, my neck contorting around the bulge in my gullet. The whip cracked across my back again, and again, and my spine bowed to flee the strikes, a useless instinctual reaction, but one that I could not control. And with the deepening of my spinal arch, I allowed for Bill to push to new depths in my ass, finding nerves that should never have felt the touch of another. I sobbed in anguish and horror, but I did not break. My fortress remained intact. The human stopped his strikes after the tenth lashing. My back was stripped bare, lacerations lining in a crisscross pattern.

"This one's tough." The human said, a hint of admiration in his voice, "Hand me the wax, Bill."

I gagged around his cock, my eyes pleading with him. This wasn't a tactical display of fear, but unfettered terror. The human savored the look, stroking my tear-stained cheek even as it went gaunt with suction. "This will close the wounds on your back," he smiled with faux compassion, "but it might sting a little."

"You're doing so well, Fifty-One!" Twenty-Three panted beside me, her upturned face red with exertion, her hips rolling behind her, "Just a little more, and you'll be like me! We'll be sisters!"

"Come join the sisterhood, Fifty-One." The human sniggered, tipping the ladle over my back.

I wailed in unbridled agony, my knuckles turning white, my wrists rubbing raw against my shackles. The wax sizzled across my back, melting the flesh along the wounds, searing it closed. He slowly dripped it on me, moving methodically along the gashes in my back, every second an eternity. My face grew red with strain, I felt blood vessels bursting in my eyes, I screamed and screamed, and with each scream, I closed my throat around him, pulling him deeper into my esophagus. My whole body trembled, spasms shooting through my arms and legs, but my rapists never missed a beat, impaling me relentlessly between them, enjoying the tortured contractions of my holes. But my fortress remained intact.

"My, my, you are a tough bitch, Fifty-One."

"Should we start pulling finger nails?" Bill asked.

"Naw," the human said, "I'm getting the feeling that Fifty-One is used to pain. I think she might actually like it."

"Are you a little masochistic bitch, Fifty-One?" Big Bill asked me. I didn't respond. I wasn't enjoying a thing they were doing to me, but they were right to an extent, I was no stranger to pain.

"As much as we'd love to test the limits of your masochism, we're on a strict schedule." The man sighed, and proffered a syringe from his toolbox. He depressed the plunger, and purple liquid squirted from the needle. The he smiled down at me. "Do you know what this is, Fifty-One?"

I nodded, feeling my heart sinking in my chest. No. No!

Bill leaned in, his foul breath invading my nostrils, "In the old times, we had to torture you whores for months on end before you finally broke completely. I'm a bit nostalgic of those times myself, but society moves ever forward. You might be a tough bitch, Fifty-One, but no one's ever outlasted chemistry." He smiled fondly into my eyes, "I wish we had more time together, truly I do. The things I would've done to you..." And in one motion, he pushed the needle into my aorta, and depressed plunger all the way. I felt it seep into my blood, hot and exhilarating, the antithesis of the vampire's venom. Every part of my body began to tingle, every nerve standing on edge. Everything started to feel so good. The sodomy that had tortured me gave me immeasurable pleasure, the pain turning to ecstasy, the horrible piercing turning to a euphoria that was pushed deep, deep into my colon. My entire body became lax, and my legs trembled with the weakness of sexual felicity, that aching, throbbing surge of sensation that attacked me from within. The disgusting cock in my mouth was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted, and the balls that smacked my chin were kisses from his loins. He withdrew to unhook the gag, and though I tried with all my might to stop myself, I could not. I looked up at him with eyes full of slutty gratitude, and willingly took him all the way. My nose pressed into his crotch, and I took a deep inhale of his stink, and my mouth watered all the more. I sucked covetously of him, drawing back with a sensuality I hadn't expressed to any man, not even Zander. For I loved this nameless human more than life itself, for this human had a cock to put inside me right then and there, and that was all that mattered. As euphoric tears streaked my face, I felt the first cracks in my mental wall form. Hold out for as long as you can. Yavara is coming. She has to be. I started to grind my hips backward against Bill, flexing my glutes and tightening my anal muscles to suck him deeper. He pumped with a renewed vigor, battering my tailbone with his brutal thrusts, and I loved him all the more for it. I pushed my hands against the floor and arched my back lasciviously, a soft purr rising from my chest and escaping from around the human's cock. Yavara, hurry!

"Oh," The human smiled down at me, "so you like my cock now?"

I nodded fervently.

"Was I right about you, Fifty-One? Do you like it when I hurt you?"

I nodded again and eyed the whip in his hand, licking his cock rapidly to show him what I wanted him to do. The human draped the whip across my tortured back. I shivered in excitement. He raised his arm and snapped the whip across my ass. I let out a delighted squeal as the stinging pain ran up my spine, and I pressed my face into his groin, grinning around my consumption, my puppy-eyes begging for more. He whipped me again. I choked on his cock, saliva dripping onto his swinging balls. My other set of lips opened on their own accord, and drooled with hunger I'd never known before. Even as the whip stung deliciously, and my anal rape pressed against my womanly channel from the other side, I felt the vacancy all the more. I wasn't like Yavara who could be satisfied with an anal fuck; I needed my cunt ravaged. And in that moment, I didn't care if every man in the ship lined up and took their turn. I hoped for it. Not much time...

I took the man's cock out of my mouth. "Fuck me!" I pleaded, "Fuck my pussy, please!"

"Are you giving me orders now, Fifty-One?" The man laughed, grabbing my face and squishing my lips open.

"Please!" I hissed between my smooshed lips, "I've been a good little slut, haven't I? Can't my master reward me?"

The human laughed, unhooked my wrist and ankle shackles and brought me upright, Bill's cock still ramming my ass. I cried out in glee, splaying my legs to deepen the orcs penetration and present my moist slit to the man before me. My love. My master. Fight it! Fight it, Prestira! He hooked my shackles to the rafters, pulling my arms over my head, forcing my back to arch. My torso expanded with the bulge of Bill's cock, the flesh rising and falling as he pushed my insides upward. I stared in horror, but the feeling was driven from my mind by the poison in me, and the idea that I was being so utterly destroyed from within only served to arouse me more. I screamed my delight at the sexual savagery, my mouth heading no words but the babble of incoherent ecstasy. The human lashed the whip across my pelvis. My body jolted from the pain, an excited yelp erupting from my lips. Another lashing, this one across the thighs. A deep growl rose from my chest. The whip snapped across my breasts, welts forming across my nipples. I arched my back in pleasure, presenting my body for more. He tied the whip around my neck, tossed it over the rafters, then caught the handle behind my head, and pulled. Only then, when my face was darkening, and I was gasping for air, did the human force his hard cock between my legs. My face tilted to the ceiling in pleasure, the noose forcing my head to stay in that position. With my arms stretched to hold my weight, I felt like I was being strangled and crucified at the same time, all while being raped in both holes. I'd never felt such joy before.

Break me! Make me your slave!

I could feel the orgasm ballooning inside of me, the pain mixing with the pleasure, the carnal mixing with the primal. My belly shadowed with lines of muscles as my hips rolled in their climactic dance, a motion so sinuous and lecherous it seemed to come from a different woman than I. I, the whore who loved her rapists. I, the slut who was losing her mind. I felt the cocks inside of me pulsating and throbbing against my fluttering womanhood and constricting rectum. They smashed the tender division between my holes, grinding together inside me, ruining me. My legs quivered and I thrashed in my binds, my arms strained against the weight of my body, my face filling with blood from my constriction. It built and built, ascending inexorably to the highest of highs, filming my eyes with tears, stealing the air from my chest. Oh, I could die! I could die right there, and heaven would be a disappointment to such infernal perversions, such delights that raped my very mind! Then it stopped. Bill and the human pulled out of me and left me dangling from the rafters. The feeling never reached its peak. I never got my release! I looked at the human, pleading for him to continue the torture. He leaned in, his smile crueler than it had ever been before.

"This will be how we break you Fifty-One." He sneered, "The poison doesn't leave you until you come, and we're never letting you come." He stroked my face as I sobbed, "The queen gave us very specific instructions for you, Fifty-One. We are going to inject you every hour. We are going to bring you to the edge, then we are going to leave you."

"Please!" I wailed, rubbing my thighs together, kneading my engorged clit between them. It was no use. I needed the touch of another, the flesh of another on me, inside me. My juices ran down my legs like water, signaling a desire that consumed my essence. Oh god, please fuck me! I gazed at the human, begging him with my eyes. All the other slaves in the hold were being fucked to capacity, but I was left dangling from the rafters. I stared at Twenty-Three as she writhed between her rapists, a look of such acceptance, of such wonderful bliss in her dead eyes. Their sclera was tinted purple with the poison, as was the sweat that ran in rivulets down her flexing back, pooling along the ropes that pressed into her succulent flesh. I watched her with a jealousy I'd never known before, staring fixedly at her yawning loose pussy, her grotesquely gaping anus, both holes used to the point of absolute ruin. I wanted my holes to look like that. I connected eyes with the human, and was met with his implacable stare. He would not give me what I wanted. My lower lip quivered, and I wept. I wept with an anguish I'd never known before, and my fortress crumbled. I'm so sorry, Yavara. I wasn't strong enough.

YAVARA

I woke up with a bandage wrapped tightly around my shoulder and left breast. The room was dark, and my blurred vision barely made out the features of Drake Titus.

"Prestira..." I moaned weakly. I couldn't see our mental connection. She was my blood-mother, I should've been able to see the connection from any distance, but it was gone.

"I lost her." Titus said gravely, "I can't feel her presence anymore."

"Do you think..." I whispered, unwilling to finish the thought. A tear ran silently down my cheek.

"I don't know," Titus said, crossing his arms over his knees, "but she's gone. We don't know where they went."

"Yes, you do. They're going to Bentius to claim their reward."

"We can't follow them there."

"You can't," I gritted as I sat upright, "but I will."

"Oh?" said Titus, "And how are you going to do that?"

"Take your clan to the Gorge," I said, ignoring his question, "wait for me there, I'll be there tomorrow morning."

"Yavara," Titus said as he followed me up the steps of the hatch and onto the deck, "what the fuck are you talking about?"

I looked up at the night sky. I could feel every splinter in the wood of the ship's deck, the dank air in the hold beneath the floorboards, and the heat-tempered hull below that. I could feel the waves breaking gently against the bow, running in widening streams about the keel. I could feel Titus' body next to me, and the bodies of the vampires in the hold. I was connected to everything. I pushed off the deck of the ship with my mind. My feet rose from the wood, my black dress flapped in the wind as I ascended, my body bathed in the moonlight. I could hear Titus's awed gasp, but I didn't look back. I glided forward, pushing down on the air below me, using every molecule below me to keep me suspended. I started to move faster, the night wind blowing in my face. Soon, my hair was whipping behind me, and my dress was pressed hard against my skin. I smiled into the blackness, and shot across the water like a missile. The waves parted beneath me like a liquid chasm, repulsed by the sudden flux of sonic air. I slowed for only an instant, and the water calmed. Distantly, I heard the echo of a sonic boom. It rang across the sea, then faded into the night. I was floating above a mirror of water, the full moon bathing my reflection in a lunar aura. I touched a finger to the glassy surface, and watched the ripple travel past my orange eyes. Then I looked to the horizon, feeling through leagues of water, a single ship headed for the southern bend of Tenvalia. I gritted my teeth, and rocketed across the reflective world.