On Ferunt, populated with humans, there were five lords who ruled.  They traveled across their kingdoms and ruled how they saw fit.  The rest of the solar system knew this, and ruled their own planets and races in much the same fashion, interacting when necessary, or pleasurable.  Peace, for the most part, governed and most were left to their own devices.  Rulers of one planet respected rulers of other planets, and such was the same for peoples and their rulers.

Ferunt’s chief leader was Lord Runon.  He owned the southern continent and ruled it fairly.  He took tithing in the form of goods, and occasionally made exceptions.  He had ruled for 3 ages, and his people were happy.

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“Oh, I guess.  She’s just so damned submissive.  So docile.  She bores me.”  Pinoch sighed, crossing his arms in front of his body.  Runon stood up from his chair and joined his chief guard at the screen.  They both watched the image of the girl he had just picked up.  She had been tied by ankle and wrist to the ground for two days.  Alternatively being hosed down with warm water and soap and then hot air to dry her skin.  She still wore clothing, a thin clingy strap around her waist and chest. 

“Well, Pinoch, I don’t always enjoy having to break a resilient spirit.  That’s your forte, I know, but sometimes it is pleasant to have a different kind of slave.”  Pinoch sighed,

“It’s just . . . never mind, my Lord.  I serve you and your wishes, I just think you got the short end of the deal letting her province off just for her.  You don’t even know if you’ll keep her.”

“You’re right, Pinoch, she is a risk.  But she’s smart and as you noted, very docile.  She might be a valuable addition.  Just leave her in Sapphire’s hands, and I’m sure even you will think she’s a good choice.”

“Oh, yes, well, Sapphire could make a mule seem like a prize champion, that’s for sure.”  Runon chuckled, remembering how Sapphire had convinced him of Pinoch’s worthiness to be his chief, and of Pinoch’s grudging admittance of her taste.

“Tell you what, Pinoch, I promise the next girl will be handpicked just for your tastes. . .”  Pinoch laughed,

“It’s always such a pleasure to serve you, Master Runon.”

 

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Her knees hit the floor and she had a moment when she fell to see the room.  In an instant she saw the bed, a large four posted luxuriously made and sturdy, she saw a wall full of whips and other items she didn’t recognize.  She felt the deep, rich feeling carpeting on her knees and hands.  She was lifted by her hair again and the guard grabbed her arm and dragged her over in front of the bed where there was a large wooden contraption.  He let go of her hair and she fell a little.  He wrenched her arm behind her back and pushed her down.  Once her face was pushed down into the carpet he put his knee on her back. 

            “Stay still.”  He roughly said as he grabbed both of her arms.  She was so terrified she obeyed.  She let him pull both of her arms behind her back and lifted her up.   His hands were so large they held both of her arms together with a crushing grip that she knew would leave bruises.  It was the first time she had been allowed to be standing in two days and her legs balked.  As she stumbled she was walked over to the wooden contraption and pushed over it.  She realized that it was designed to immobilize a person in a half kneeling position.  It had a soft cushion along the length, which she was pushed over.  She realized that she would be unable to move at all once she was buckled in and she started to kick.  Her guard pushed her down and kicked a lever with his foot.  A bar  came down across her back and he let go of her.  She could move her arms and legs but she couldn’t move her middle section without hitting the bar.  Her stomach was pushed against the cushion and she started to cry.  The guard grabbed one hand and she lunged with her other hand, scraping his cheek.  He laughed and pulled harder on the arm.  He pulled it down and buckled a shackle around her wrist and another on her elbow.  He grabbed her other arm and buckled it as well.  He then went around her laying his hand on her back as he buckled her legs down as well.  He lifted the bar and replaced the restraint with a softer strap.  He wheeled the contraption with a lever and it raised slightly and she was staring directly at the bed.  She saw as he walked in front of her that she had drawn blood on his cheek and she smiled – he saw it and tightened his lips. 

            “Have a good time, slave.”  He said.  He reached down and touched her cheek, “I’m sure someone will.”

            She was left alone for a while, long enough that her arms and legs started to ache from being in the same position for so long.  Then she heard the door open.  She tried to turn her head, but all she could see was parts of the wooden restraint.  She saw that it had more levers and straps and then she saw a perfectly manicured hand rest on the edge near her head.  She turned her head back and was startled to see a woman, completely naked, in front of her.  She body was perfect – rounded hips and a soft stomach, a perfect tan and the skin was accompanied by a scent – sweet and soft.

            “Oh, sweetheart, that will never do.  Master won’t want you to look away.”  She bent over and looked Melanie in the eyes.  Her eyes were bright blue, intense and she had long brown hair that was twisted into a simple braid.  She looked at Melanie and for a second her glance held a measuring glance and then she smiled and Melanie saw how beautiful she was.  She held her face with both hands and kissed the very tip of her nose.  Melanie got a full breath of the perfume and almost sighed with the intoxicating aroma.  The woman giggled and practically pranced over to the wall.  She picked up a strappy-looking item with a wooden big in the straps.  She bent over again and held the wooden item up to Melanie’s face.

            “Open up, dear.  You don’t want me to ask more than once.”  Melanie opened her mouth and the woman stuck the wooden peg in it, just like a bit on a horse.  Then the straps went around her head and buckled together.  It was horribly uncomfortable, and Melanie’s mouth went instantly dry.  Then a pressure on her neck as she realized the woman had attached the gag to her restraints and was pulling it back.  She had to look at the bed.  Then she started to attach straps to each side of the wooden rack.  Within moments, her head was fastened so she couldn’t look at anything but the bed. 

            “All right then, sweetheart, are you comfortable?”  Melanie made a kind of noise, and the woman laughed.  “Of course, I understand, you can’t really say anything and you are strapped down like a pig on roasting day, so of course you’re not comfortable.  I promise you you’ll get used to all of this if you make the right decisions.  My name is Sapphire.  I am the head slave of Master Runon’s harem.  You and I are going to have a chat tonight, before the evening begins.  Chat probably isn’t quite the right word.  I am going to talk, and you are going to listen.  If you understand all of that, just give a good little whimper.”  Melanie moaned a little.

            “Good little girl.  There are some rules you need to understand.  There are, of course, many rules here, but we’ll start slow so that you can be sure to understand.  You are now property of Master Runon.  You have no choice in this matter, it has already been decided.  You have been offered as part of your home’s tithing, and you have been accepted.  This is all you need to know and all you will know.  Your home is now in the harem of Master Runon.  You will have many options to decide what kind of home it is, but for now just accept that you are property and you will have an easier time of it.  The first set of rules are this:  You will from this day on be referred to as slave, until Master Runon gives you a name.  You will learn how to tell the difference between status and names later.  You must refer to all those superior to you by either Sir, or Ma’am but the Master, you will always refer to as Master.  He is not a Sir, he is not a Lord, he is not a Mister.  He is Master.  Your Master and you will not confuse him with anyone else.  The last rule is that you must answer all questions asked of you truthfully.  Master does not tolerate lies.  Do you understand all of this, slave?”  Melanie whimpered again. 

            “Good girl.  You seem like a very smart little slave, and I have high hopes for you.  Don’t disappoint me.  I am not a pleasant girl when I am disappointed.  Now, just sit and be quiet, and try not to disturb anyone.  Your task tonight is very simple – just be quiet and still and observe.  I know you’re not naïve to sex, but you’re most assuredly not aware of all its variants.  It is a very different life you have in front of you, so just remember the rules and you’ll have time to adjust.  Do you understand, slave?”  Melanie nodded again. 

            “Good little girl.”  Sapphire crossed the room and opened a door.  She reached into the room and unlocked a leash from the wall.  She pulled the leash across the room and led the leashed girl over into the center of the room. 

            “Slave, this is Ionia.”  Melanie looked at the leashed girl.  She had a large blue rubber ball in her mouth, which was strapped on her head and connected to a large collar.  She back was covered with welts and red splotches and she was also naked but she had leather shackles on each wrist.  Her hair was short, clung to her skull and a light brown color.  Her eyes were brown and had large lashes and her breasts were small but had a pleasant shape.  “Ionia has been rewarded tonight for her service this past week.  You are going to watch her reward.  Isn’t that right, Ionia dear?”  The leashed woman nodded and then leaned forward to kiss Sapphire’s manicured toe.  Sapphire watched her and then petted her on her head.  “Good girl.  Now, go get my chair.”  She unclipped the leash and Ionia scurried to the closed and brought out a large, velvet covered chair.  She set it down right next to Melanie.  Sapphire sat down and Melanie could just see her out of the corner of her eye.  “Okay, Ionia, we just have a minute, so go and get in position.”

            Ionia went back to all fours and scampered across the room to the corner of the bed.  She lined her self up to the corner and clipped her own collar to a post in the bed, which Melanie could now see had a number of clips and straps attached to it.  Sapphire got out of her chair and knelt beside it as well. 

            The door opened again, and from behind her Melanie heard the footsteps as Master Runon walked into the room.  He was tall, and he was wearing just a pair of pants and sandles.  He had thick black hair, about shoulder length, drawn back into a simple ponytail.  He was muscular without being grotesque.  He went over to Sapphire and pulled her out of her kneeling position by her hair.  Kissing her roughly he then laughed.  “So, this is the new one, yes?”         

            “Yes, Master.”  Sapphire said as he let go of her hair and gestured for her to sit.  He walked over to Melanie and bent down to see her face.  “Her name was Melanie, Master.”  He looked back at Sapphire, and said “Well, that name will hardly do, will it?  Let’s see. . . I think her new name will be Sparrow.  What do you think?”
            “I think the name is perfect, Master.”

            “Good.  Glad we got the business taken care of.  Sparrow, welcome to your new home.  I am your Master, and I’m sure Sapphire will help you through your adjustment.”  He turned from her and looked at the bed.

 “Now, this is Ionia’s reward, isn’t it?  She made my guests feel so at home this past week that she is granted a special treat.”  He reached down and caressed her back, counting the welts.

 “Seems our guests took to heart my suggestions for you.  I’ll have to leave your back alone for a while, my dear.”  Ionia nodded and raised her back into his caress like a cat.  Runon chuckled,

“Always a pleasure to have you, Ionia.”  He reached down and unfastened her from the bed.  He knelt in front of her and reached under her arms to grab a firm breast.  “So, Ionia, how about some choices tonight, since it is your reward.  Would you like that gag taken out?”  Ionia was still a moment, and he twisted the breast in his hand firmly squeezing his hand, Ionia whimpered a little, and then nodded.  “Oh good, you are such a pleasure to listen to.”  He stood up and Sapphire moved over quickly to un-strap the gag from Ionia mouth.  She kissed her and ran her tongue over her lips.  Then she went back to her chair.      

            “Up on the bed, slave.”  Ionia crawled up onto the edge of the bed and then went to the center.  Runon reached across and took one of her arms.  He reached up and latched the shackle to the upper part of the bed post, and then did the same with the other arm.  Ionia was spread arms wide in a Y shape across the back of the bed, kneeling on the very edge.  The shackles held her wrists high, stretching her upper body tight against them.  He grabbed both of her breasts with his hands and caressed them.  She moaned as he massaged them, lightly teasing the nipples, she cooed.  He bent down a little and took a nipple in his mouth.  She moaned again as he suckled it, making sure it was erect and sensitive.  As he took the other in his mouth, he gently started to pinch the other nipple and Ionia started to moan again, softly and sweetly.  She started to move her hips a little and he could smell the beginning of her slit-juice starting to flow.  He stopped his caressing and took two leather straps and wrapped her knees to the posts, pulling her in a X shape, exposing her inner thighs and bare pussy.  He walked over to the wall, full of different instruments and opened a drawer, Sparrow could barely see him, but she heard the drawer open.  She was taken aback at Ionia’s sounds and sights, her moans elicited a twinge in Sparrow’s stomach.  It was clear that she enjoyed what he was doing, and that he liked her enjoying it. 

            Master Runon came back with two small silver cones, the inside of cones were textured and soft.  He put one to Ionia’s lips and she licked it so that it was practically dripping with her saliva.  He touched it to her nipple and it stayed, attached to the skin.  He did it again with the other cone.  Sparrow saw that Ionia took a deep breath and shuddered a little.  Runon then took out a small panel with a number of buttons on it and laid it across her cleavage.  There was a small sucking sound and it was clear that the cones fit into this panel perfectly.  It whirred as it powered up and Runon smiled a little. 

“We’ll start small tonight, Ionia, just clamps I think.”  He pressed one of the buttons and Ionia yelped.  Her face twisted slightly and then she exhaled. 

“Thank you Master.”  She said, in a clear voice, though it wavered a little.  Sparrow didn’t understand what had happened but as if magically, Sapphire knew she didn’t understand and whispered,

“That’s called a nipple modulator.  It simulates hundreds of different sensory modules directly into the nerves of the slave’s nipples from electric shocks, to clamps, to burns to suction.  Master has just simulated placing a firm clamp on Ionia’s breast.  The machine allows him to change the feeling without changing equipment.  Sometimes he prefers the ease of having many options at his fingertips without having to move anything.”  Sparrow wracked her brain, but she couldn’t think of anything that ‘clamp’ could mean in regards to a breast.  She continued to watch, mesmerized and confused by everything that was going on in front of her.

            Runon watched as Ionia sucked in her breath.  The modulator on her breasts was imitating a tight clamp and her nipples would soon grow very sore from the pressure but he had no intention of leaving it at that tonight.  He ran his hand across her stomach, hers was hard, tight.  It trembled slightly as she adjusted to the pressure on her breasts.  He walked over to the wall and selected a heavy flogger.  His guests had done too much damage to her back for a good whipping, but he was planning on sticking to her front tonight.  In the back of his mind he thought about Sparrow’s eyes.  She looked so sweet trussed up like Sapphire had her.  He couldn’t have asked for a better selection, or a better presentation. 

Ionia followed him with her eyes as he returned to her and without ceremony drew back his whip and struck her belly.  She shrieked.  He loved it.  Her voice was melodic and arched with songlike tone.  In all his possessions, no other slave had a voice like Ionia.  From her whimpers to her screams, he liked every sound.  He struck her again, the heavy flogger slapping her stomach with a thick sounding thud.  She yelped again, shaking in her bonds.  He struck her again, and again.  She thrashed a little and tears started to well up in her eyes.  He strode over to her.

            “Open.”  She opened her mouth.  He placed the handle of the flogger in her mouth.  Then he tightened her bonds at the wrists and knees, they were a little loose for what he had in mind.  He took the flogger from her mouth and kissed her. 

“Better, darling?”  He asked.

“Yes, Master, thank you.” she sighed as he dropped his hand from her cheek.

             “You’re welcome.”  He then stepped back and started to flog her again.  She pulled back, but the tightened bonds kept her from moving more than an inch.  He worked up and down her stomach and upper thighs, and she continued to yelp and cry as he covered her whole front with angry red marks.  By the time he was done she was panting and covered with sweat.             

            Sapphire leaned again to Sparrow and said “Our Master likes the different eras of implements.  He enjoys modern tortures just as much as ancient ones.  To mix stimulants of the mind and stimulants of the eye pleases him.  I know you don’t understand all of this, but you will.  Some items will be explained to you, and others you will learn for yourself later.”  Sparrow’s mind started to grasp that Ionia’s fate, her reward, was all she had to look forward to.  A life of torture and degradation.  As her mind started to wrap around this, she was distracted as Ionia started to cry out again.  She looked again and saw that Runon was striking her again with the flogger.  It left bright red marks on her already red skin and each blow elicited a response from Ionia.

            Runon enjoyed beating Ionia.  She was crying so beautifully that it was such a pleasure that part of him forgot how to do anything but make her scream.  He let almost an hour go by as he switched from one flogger to a strap.  With some of his slaves he liked the sex, or the torture, the domination, or the begging, but with Ionia, it was just hearing those screams. . .torturing her just enough to keep her screaming.  He went back over to the wall, hanging the strap back on the wall.  He came back over to her and slid his hands under the modulator, cupping the base of her breasts with his hands.  She moaned again – it was so easy to change her tune.  He jiggled them in his hands for a moment before he tapped the modulator again to change the signal.  She started to moan a little louder, the modulator starting to add a small electric shock to her clamped nipples.  He kissed her again and ran his hand down jamming a few fingers into her sopping cunt.  She yowled in pleasure as he started to finger fuck her.

            “Don’t cum, slut, not yet.”  He roughly ran his hand back and forth and with the other hand increased the intensity on the modulator.  She started to jerk back as the electricity pulsed through her breasts.  He let it set there for a few moments while he continued his fingers in and out of her pussy.

            “You like that, don’t you?”  He asked, presenting his fingers, dripping with her juice.  She licked and sucked on his fingers,

            “Yes, Master.”  He traced her neck with his fingers, before shoving his fingers up her dripping pussy again, 

            “What do you want then?  I can tell what your pussy wants.”

            “I want what you want, Master.”  She replied jerking her hips on to his moving hand and jerking back when the pulses in her breasts shocked her.  

Runon laughed,

 “Always the perfect answer with you, Ionia.”  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a very small silver cone, that matched the ones on her breasts.  He reached it up and she licked it again, making it slick and wet.  It had a long cord coming out of the back of it and he reached down and placed it between her legs, right on top of her clit.  Instantly she started to react as the sensations on her breasts were spread to her clit.  The clamps and electric shocks started and she shuddered as the pain winded through her, up and down her nerves from her clit to her nipples.  The modulator made sure that the jolts were timed randomly, she had no way to prepare for them and all she could do was react to their slowly growing intensity. 

The wall of implements offered many choices, from the most modern inventions to concoctions borrowed from other planet’s Lords.  Wanting to stretch her normal bounds tonight, he didn’t want to inject any artificial stimulants into her.  Some of the foreign implements would make a normal brain pass out within minutes without chemical amplification and often at that intensity screams weren’t always possible.  He chose just a simple strap, thick and heavy.  He struck the inside of her thighs, the backs of her thighs, her feet.  Time passed as he continued, carefully and slowly retracing his steps over her skin with the new strap.  He stretched it out as long as he wanted, spending another full hour beating her; each blow was deliberate, and his strikes intended to invoke the most pain, every so often increasing the potency of the shocks and pressure on Ionia’s nipples and clit.  He struck the stretched tendons in her thighs, the soft flesh below her ass, her stomach quivering with her breath, ragged from the shocks and the intensity of his blows.

He felt his cock straining against his pants and each sound coming from the pain-wracked body made it pulse and twinge with pleasure.  Tears streamed down her face and every couple of seconds when the modulator emitted the pulse Ionia jolted and cried and yelped as he struck her over and over off timed with the electricity pulsing through her most sensitive parts so that she was in almost constant agony.  When her screams stopped being so strong, and her body was almost sagging in her bonds, he came back and pushed his hard-on up against her thigh,

            “You feel that, Ionia?  You make that happen with that lovely beautiful voice of yours.  I promised a reward, and that you shall have.”  He unzipped his pants, and took out an enormous cock.  Sparrow inhaled, she had never seen something like that.  He fondled it, rock hard and got up on the bed behind her.  He loosened the knee bonds slightly, and put a hand on Ionia’s neck.  She shuddered as another pulse went through her as she tried to rock her hips back.  He plunged into her and she moaned, squealing in ecstasy.  He rocked back and forth, reaming her harshly, as she continued to strain against the pain.  He fucked her harshly, make no allowance for her comfort, but reaming in and out of her to his hilt and the jerking out of her as she gasped for breath. 

She started babbling, begging for release - for permission.  He put a hand on the modulator, and told her she could cum at the same time as he raised the intensity.  He raised it as high as he could without giving her stimulants and continued to ram his cock into her quivering pussy.  Her breath was all that interrupted her screaming as the pulses turned to a surging current, only escalating up and down, but never breaking in experience.   The volts running through her were timed perfectly with her orgasm and he enjoyed the pulsing of her pussy as he continued to fuck her shuddering, quivering body. 

Ionia’s back stretched as she arched with the pain.  She started to orgasm and every muscle in her body twitched her hands clenched and unclenched in their bonds and her neck stretched as she tried to draw more breath.  The pain from the modulator was more intense with her orgasm and it felt like her whole body was on fire from the pulsing.  She felt Runon fucking her and knew he was about to cum, but all she could do was scream. 

Runon sensed her orgasm starting to finish in her cunt walls and knew the modulator would continue the programed build-up.  Her slit had the best feeling when it was pure pain that contracted it and not the pleasure-mixed emissions of her orgasm.  She finished cumming and he pummeled her cunt.  He came as she emitted a blood-curdling howl, well past her orgasm, piercing torment alone stimulating her body and in the highest arch of her suffering.  His cum filling her as her spine reared, her body filled with mind-numbing torturous electric pulses.  He shuddered as her vagina contracted around his spent cock.  He switched off the modulator and Ionia’s whole body fell panting, each breath drawing a heaving twitter through her lungs and stomach, her tight muscles exhausted with the exertion of the session, her wrist bonds alone holding her body upright.  Pulling himself off, Sapphire crawled over to him, he allowed her to clean his cock off, and then put his pants back on.  Ionia was spent, hanging from her bonds, the strength stripped from her with pain-drenched sweat.  She looked up and whimpered,

“Thank you Master.”

            “No, thank you, slave.  Now, I have business to attend to.  Enjoy the rest of your night.  Sapphire, please clean her up and have her in my chambers before the night is out.”  Crossing the room, hips swaying Sapphire fell to her knees in front of her lord,  Sparrow realized she hadn’t breathed in a moment, she couldn’t believe what she had seen and heard.

            “Yes, Master.  Have a pleasant evening.”  Sapphire replied, kissing his feet.  He leaned down and ran a finger down the side of her face, cupping her chin with his palm.

            “Oh, I will, my pet.”  He blew a kiss back at Ionia, and left the room.