"You really have to tie me up to take me out of here, Raynax? I thought you'd be confident enough I wouldn't escape." Ivan winced as a new set of restraints went on his wrists.
"Standard procedure, Ivan. You should know that. Had our places been reversed -- which is really a funny thought-you'd be doing the same. Now let's go." Raynax had a strong grip on Ivan's arm as he led him out of the office complex. His shirt was opened and untucked, and he had a small bruise at the ribs where Raynax had applied his knuckles. He had already asked for permission to fix himself up before Raynax took him out, which Raynax had denied.
"It makes you look like you put up a fight, Ivan, which you did. And you also look very sexy when you're disheveled." Raynax laughed, and Ivan pulled against the grip. "There were RUMORS you were a perv. I just never believed it."
"What is a perv, Ivan? Among my students I have always had a code of ethics: you can look but don't touch. I try to not even look. I couldn't discipline myself enough with you. When the opportunity presented itself to finally have you in a way where I could satisfy my wishes, I took it." His fingers tightened on Ivan's arm. "As you will learn."
Raynax and Ivan were among the last group to leave the complex. There were already at least about 150 prisoners -- male and female -- who had worked at the location, pretty much huddled in a large group, surrounded by guards with what appeared to be phaser guns. Some wore uniforms, or other "signifiers" that they had not been executives. The last few who were being brought out, almost always individually, and bound (unlike the crowd of captives) were higher level executives. Ivan saw two men and one woman whom he knew had the same access to information he did. Raynax brought him to a smaller group. This group all looked scared. Some had clearly put up fights before being taken.
The majority of the captives were moved to large trucks. Ivan's group was compact enough to fit in a large van. The two vehicles went off in different directions. Two warriors from Raynax' group were in the van, keeping an eye on the group. One spoke.
"My name is Gan. Actually, General Gan. You should all listen because what I will tell you now is important. Unlike your colleagues in the other vehicle, you have been determined to be prisoners of special value. You'll have to prove that. When we get to the orientation facility, you'll learn what's expected. It will be different for each of you. What will be the same, however, is this: your colleagues -- I believe the old term was `blue-collar', will be put on work details. Those who do not comply will be put on more severe details, some of which can be quite brutal. Those of you who do not comply sufficiently, or in a sufficient amount of time, will be put to death. You are too valuable to be resistant. I hope this is clear."
"So if we resist," one dark haired woman spoke "we die?" Gan looked at her. "You are Roselle, are you not?" She looked at him. "That's right." He looked at his list. "As I thought. You have been spoken for. Your keeper will be in charge of making sure you comply. She will determine whether you are progressing quickly enough. You see," he smiled "Many of you will have primary keepers and they will set the rules for you." He saw the puzzled looks. "Yes, much is confusing. What is a primary keeper? All will be explained in due time. Now, try to be less tense. You have all received training in hypotheticals regarding being taken as a prisoner of war. You should recall that training. Some of it will be useful. On the other hand, you will not be prepared for some of the things you will experience." He looked at his watch. "AH. We should be arriving in the next two to three minutes. It will be a very hectic few hours for all of you."
They were ordered out of the van, and then the women -- it looked like six, by Ivan's count -- were separated and were being led to another facility. Their bonds were removed. He looked around at the men in his group. He estimated there were 25-30 of them. General Gan stood in front of them and called out names. As they were called out, he sent them to two different groups. Ivan was in the smaller group: about 8-10 prisoners. That's when he saw Raynax again, as well as several other members of what he referred to as the "silver hostiles" because of their battle uniforms. The other group had their restraints removed, but not Ivan's group.
"Why are we still bound?" a hefty blond man whom Ivan had seen, occasionally, in the complex canteen, asked. "Because you're special," General Gan replied. He didn't smile. He was serious. "Again, knowledge by practice. It is an important precept from now on. Keep it in mind."
There was no talking allowed as Ivan's group was marched into a building, where they were finally untied. There seemed to be as many "hostiles" as there were captives. General Gan added one more. "You will all strip. Every item of clothing." There was some hesitation and murmuring, and one guard lifted a phaser. Raynax calmed the situation down. "Gentlemen, this is not a request, nor is it subject to negotiation. You are captives, prisoners, whatever term you prefer. Rest assured you will not be harmed so long as you follow your orders." With some reluctance, they stripped. Ivan saw Raynax smiling at him.
"We can begin. For your information, gentlemen, pleasure slaves of the realm are required to be hairless from the neck down. We have a machine that does this quite expeditiously. This way." They were led to a spotless room that looked like one where EKGs and other scans were given. "This way, Paul," a technician spoke to the first of the group. "Please position yourself on the table. On your back. This will not hurt, and it will be quick." He looked at his chart. "Shield his head to the nose. The moustache goes as well, according to Flavus." Another technician moved something that resembled an old-style punishment hood, down to Paul's nose. Yet a third technician swung a large, oval shaped device over Paul, who was trembling. "BEGIN," he called out. A bluish-purple light emanated from the oval, which moved up and down over Paul's body. Ivan thought he heard a crinkling sound. The entire procedure took less than 3 minutes. "You may stand now," the technician instructed, and when Paul stood up, they could see he was hairless. "The removal is permanent," said General Gan. "You will remember, always, what you have become, and others will know too what comes of defying the realm. Flavus, he is yours." One of the silver hostiles came forward. He inspected Paul. "This is part of your surrender, paul." Paul gritted his teeth. "I understand." Flavus pointed toward the side of the room. "There are garments I have selected for you. Don them, and then we will leave."
When it was Ivan's turn, the metal mask was placed over his entire head. "Guess he wants me to keep the facial hair," he thought, just before he felt the light passing over his body. He was right: he HAD heard a crinkling sound, and he felt it now as well. "His instructions say the back as well." A technician released restraints and said simply "please rotate to your stomach." Once Ivan did, his legs were separated firmly but gently, and he felt the light go over his body again. Mostly, he felt the "crinkling" at his ass crack, and his balls. Then he heard mention of "marking." He felt a machine move to his left bicep and he felt a very rapid set of needles touching his arm. As it happened, he realized that he had seen that happen to the other prisoners.
"He is prepared Raynax." When the hood came off, Ivan saw Raynax standing there. "For now, there will be something simple for you to wear, Ivan. Rest assured, there will be better attire for you in the future. For now, though..." Ivan was presented with a worn t-shirt that didn't quite cover his long torso, and a pair of loose summer trousers. He also received a pair of very soft slippers, which were the most comfortable thing he had felt on his feet in a while.
"What size are they, Sami?" Raynax asked the dispenser. "Those are 9.75. Just a bit small."
"I wear a size ten," Ivan growled. Raynax laughed. "Ah, Ivan. Giving me opportunity to punish you already. Size ten, huh?" He looked at the dispenser. "Brush rotators to my quarters. Ivan will have his size tens, shortly." Raynax went to Ivan. "Whether you are tied now or not depends on your comportment."
"I know my place. Bondage is not necessary." Many of the technicians burst out laughing at that remark. Ivan would learn why very soon.
"Normally, Ivan, I would be bringing you to the quarters for pleasure slaves, and then summon you either tonight, or whenever I wished to have you. But you need to be taught that a remark by a slave, without permission to speak, is punishable. Hence, to my quarters first." Ivan sucked his teeth, then felt Raynax' hand on his arm, leading him forward. Fifteen minutes later, he was spread eagled on a platform, wrists and ankles secured. Raynax was slipping Ivan's soft slippers off.
"HEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" Ivan struggled, pushing against the bonds on his wrists, and made no progress. He saw Raynax pick up two paddles. They looked like the kind of thing the emergency drivers used to try to shock patients.
"These bonds are not of the same material I used when I captured you, Ivan, so they don't react to any resistance. Still, I would try to keep calm if I were you." Ivan's head was twisting wildly. He felt more vulnerable than he had ever felt in his life, and when Raynax stroked the section of his stomach that was exposed by the t-shirt, that feeling got stronger. Ivan held his hand still, right over Ivan's navel.
"This area is another vulnerable one for you, Ivan. I can cause pain." He squeezed Ivan's flesh and the captive moaned. "Or I can do worse. I can cause pleasure." He moved a finger into Ivan's navel, poking back and forth and then circling it. Ivan tried to hold back, but he couldn't. He began laughing.
"This type of thing will be a regular part of our routine in the future, Ivan. For now, though, it's time to learn that actions have consequences." Raynax lined up the paddles on Ivan's soles. "Size ten. Perfect fit." Ivan knew what was going to happen. "I'm sorry. It slipped out. It won't happen again." Raynax smiled. "That was a line MANY of your instructors heard from you, Ivan, and we all knew it wasn't true. It WOULD happen again. Sometimes, your prowess at training was the only thing that kept you in the academy. But I digress. You WILL do it again, and next time, the consequences will be more severe." Raynax flipped a switch and Ivan heard a soft buzz. Then he felt very tiny "needles" pushing in and out on his soles. Occasionally, they'd circle, or move up and down. Raynax folded his arms and watched. "In time I will use my own fingers, Ivan." Grunting, Ivan responded "I HOPE THEY'RE MORE EFFECTIVE THAN THESE." He wanted to burst out laughing, but he didn't want Raynax to have that satisfaction. "You haven't had a chance to see your hairless body, Ivan. Or your mark. We'll get to that. For now, though..."
Ivan felt his resistance crumble. He struggled to get his feet away from the pads, but his ankles were bound, securely. His bass baritone broke into helpless laughter, and he squirmed desperately. Raynax watched, feeling more and more like he wanted to take this man immediately. "Not yet," he thought to himself. "He needs to be prepared." The machine operated for ten minutes, which felt like half a day to Ivan. "So, I presume you now understand part of what happens to the pleasure slaves when they do not follow protocol, Ivan. " As Raynax removed the pads, he smiled. "These do not have to be attached to a machine, Ivan. For example, they can be placed inside shoes. Or under a shirt. They are very...versatile."
"Great," Ivan thought to himself. "Now, let me allow you to catch your breath. I do think you need to first see yourself, and then, be introduced to pleasure slave quarters." Ivan knew well enough not to challenge Raynax when he was freed from the table. He stood up and winced when he put the slippers back on.
"Let's take a look in the mirror, Ivan. You first need to see your mark, and then your smoothness. Remove your shirt please." Ivan sighed and did so. He looked in the mirror. There was a bold faced "P" on his bicep, and at the base, two small letters: "rx." "The `P' indicates you are a pleasure slave, Ivan, and the "rx" indicates that you have been designated MY pleasure slave. As you will learn, some of your number are NOT designated. They are available to anyone with clearance." He laughed. "On the other hand, you may only be used by myself. Unless someone clears it with me, and I permit your use by another." Ivan looked up. He knew that there would be sex involved in this, but -- being shared? He wanted to ask questions, but Raynax had just told him to take off his pants as well. "I want you to see how completely hairless you are."
"HOLY FUCK," slipped out of Ivan when he looked at himself in the mirror. "And what is wonderful about the treatment, Ivan, is that it need not be repeated. There is no need for repeated shaving. This is permanent." Ivan shivered when he felt Raynax' palm on his ass. He whispered "A thing of beauty. I always knew it was. I don't envision sharing you, but one never knows. " He sighed. "Now put your clothes back on."
It was a short walk to the pleasure slave quarters (Eventually, Ivan would hear them referred to as `joy boys.'). "You are kept apart from other working servants because jealousy is what it is. " Raynax saluted the guard at the door, who opened it for the two of them. They walked into a separate wing, with a large common area, and smaller rooms at the side. There were about fifteen men in the common area. Some were dressed, some were shirtless. All stood and greeted Raynax with a respectful salutation. "The slaves have elected Gary as their spokesperson, is that not so?"
"You speak truth, General Raynax." He looked at Ivan. "Welcome to our society, Ivan." Raynax spoke. "Unless I have a need or desire for you, you'll be spending your time in these quarters. Gary and the others will elaborate some of our rules, and will help you to train for your first night as my chosen because..." He patted Ivan's ass again. "Your history reveals that this has never been used. It will be far too uncomfortable for you without training."
"He's planning to FUCK me," Ivan thought. That had been in the back of his mind since Raynax had tortured him, but now it was fully in his head.
"Gary is the chosen one for one of our strategists. Mistress Lana." He laughed when he saw the look on Ivan's face. "Yes, Ivan, not all of the pleasure slaves are reserved for male officials, although I WILL say that most are. Similarly, both women and men share the female slaves. That is at another wing." Other men were coming out of rooms. "There are about 25 of your in this wing, Ivan. After the current campaign, I'm glad to say we are at full capacity. I have to return to my duties, but Gary will introduce you to the rules and also, to your new set of exercises. I will be back. "
Gary smiled at Ivan. "Spoken for by Raynax, huh? That will ease things for Marty here." Ivan saw a man who bore a strong physical resemblance to him. "No one knows why Marty hasn't been claimed. He's said to be extremely enjoyable as a partner, but he's available to all." Marty spoke: "and I feel like ALL have taken advantage."
"How long have you been a prisoner?" Marty winced. "Nine months. I was taken in the battle for the Southern State." He looked away for a minute. "They kept three of us here. I don't know what happened to the rest." Ivan wasn't sure if he should ask what was on his mind. "You know how to please Raynax?" Marty laughed. "Sometimes I think what pleases Raynax is having a pleasure slave just yell that he gives up. That General Raynax can have his way." He paused. "But when he does, I will confess, it is far more pleasant than with many of the others." Gary interrupted.
"Ivan, I need to discuss a couple of things with you. One thing in particular. The way things work, you'll be in intensive training for 2-3 weeks. After that, you'll probably be returned to your regular work, only now, you'll be working for the victors." None of that surprised Ivan. Had his side been victorious, it would have been the same way. Then he saw Gary blush. "General Raynax feels that you are not yet `open' sufficiently to receive him. Hence, there is a series of exercises you'll have to do over the next two weeks. Starting with this." He held out a small plug: no more than two inches. It seemed to be made of hard rubber. "You'll need to keep this in your ass for a minimum of five hours a day. After a few days, you'll take a bigger one, until you've gone up through a series of six." Ivan looked at the thing. "I'M NOT PUTTING THAT IN MY ASS!" Gary winced. "It will be much easier if you do it yourself, Ivan. Keep in mind that there will be inspections and... you've experienced the paddles?" "YEAH, I HAVE, SO WHAT?" Again, Gary winced. "Raynax prefers to start at a power level of less than one. He can increase it to twenty. And keep in mind there are other shapes of the devices. Also, I assume that you experienced his ability to find your most sensitive spots." Ivan didn't answer. "We will give you some privacy to insert it, but someone will help you if you need the help."
"IT'S NOT GOING IN MY ASS, PERIOD." It was the last thing Ivan remembered saying before he felt the prick to his neck, and then the sleep veil came over him. When he woke up again, he was naked, sitting in a chair, bound. He could feel that he was sitting on something. Raynax walked in. "I must say, Ivan, you are not very cooperative."
"Yeah, we've discussed that before." Ivan's eyes nearly popped when he saw that Raynax had two metal bars on his knuckles, which he had formed into the shape he had used to torture Ivan. "Sometimes, knowing what is POSSIBLE avoids it from HAPPENING, Ivan. You WILL use the openers. The one you are fitted with is not too bad, but I can assure you of two things. First, the larger ones can be VERY uncomfortable if you are forced to remain motionless for hours as they relax your musculature. Second, I am told that one of the most painful of ALL things is the use of the largest of the devices -- one we almost never use -- immediately. " He held out a ten-inch plug. "So, I assume I will not hear about any other resistance to your training?"
"No. You've made your point." Raynax approached and massaged Ivan's shoulders the way he had when he captured him. "Good, Ivan. I think you'll learn very quickly what we, and I, expect of you." As his fingers dug into Ivan's shoulders, Ivan felt waves of pleasure and saw his cock begin to grow. He felt Raynax' mouth on his ear. "Just as I can uncover the spots which cause the most pain, I can find the ones that induce the greatest pleasure, Ivan. Has anyone ever played with that spot at the top of your ass? Right where the crack begins?" Ivan's cock jumped even more. HE knew about that spot. How did...Raynax?" He couldn't resist. He answered, "No. No one." Raynax whispered again. "Yes, I cause pain, Ivan. But I also provoke pleasure. Reward and punishment. THAT's the tale that is oldest in this world." He rubbed the edge of Ivan's left ear. "We understand each other, don't we?"
Ivan whimpered "Yes. We do." Raynax answered "I would enjoy staying here, but I really must attend to my duties. We will explore more of your pleasure points this evening, Ivan."
Ivan remained in the chair for about 3 hours before they released him so that he could relieve himself, wash, and take care of other functions. "Ivan, it's time for the chair again. Another three hours," Gary advised him. "Can't I just, well, wear it?" Gary shook his head.
"Once a punishment is pronounced, it cannot be changed. This one applies only to the two-inch plug. As of tomorrow, as long as you don't displease Raynax, you won't need the chair." Ivan sighed. A guard came by "Mistress Lana has called for you, slave Gary." "Understood." He clasped his hands behind his back and the guard handcuffed him. "They will take care of the next 3 hours of the punishment." The guard put a hand on the back of Gary's neck and led him away.
"It's over for today, Ivan." Marty came and removed the bondage . You won't need the plug anymore today -- at least not that one, so if you'd like the privacy to remove it."
"I will be the one removing it." Raynax was in the room. "And tomorrow, I will have the pleasure of inserting the next one. Slave Ivan, I desire your companionship" The other slaves often laughed about Raynax' inflated language. Ivan didn't want any further punishments. "I saw slave Gary handcuffed as he left. Should I?" Raynax smiled. "You always WERE a fast learner. I prefer to use this." He had a collar with a lead on it. He snapped it around Ivan's neck and led him back to his quarters. As they walked, Ivan realized what Raynax had done: he had humiliated him in front of the conquerors, and even the other slaves. When they got to Raynax' suite, Raynax removed the lead, but left on the collar. "I believe it's time to explore the spot I mentioned earlier. Please remove your clothing, then lay on your belly. And of clothing, Ivan, rest assured, you will not be wearing shoddy garments like this for long. Although...." He wrapped his arm around Ivan and began rubbing his nails over the part of Ivan's torso that showed. "I find this outrageously erotic." Ivan began to laugh again. He struggled in Raynax' grip, but the more he struggled, the harder Raynax tickled him. Ivan became aware of how the tickling was turning him on. But Raynax stopped. "I get too aroused and, I will damage you if I take you so early, Ivan. For now, as I told you, naked, on your belly. "
Those in the vicinity of Raynax' quarters snickered when they heard each series of moans from Ivan, as Raynax massaged the top of his butt. Some broke into loud laughter when they heard the scream of release when Ivan climaxed. One guard turned to another.
"Which gag will the General call for first?"