Keya's Ordeal

Then the sound of Keya ripped silence in half and echoed through the chamber.

"Kkggggggh!!"

"Lift her," said Damm. "To the Committee."

The torture android hoisted Keya high in the air and held her aloft above the long, heavy desk. The holo-cameras tracked her.

"Kggh, kgh-kgh..." she went.

Keya's gorgeous, smooth bare legs went taught and straight, her bare feet arched hard. Her bare toes dabbled the air.

"Kch..."

Keya slowly, slowly spread her bare legs apart, like open scissors, her pointed bare toes trembling, her head back and eyes fixed upwards. Several members of the Committee leaned forward and looked up her skirt.

Keya closed her bare legs slowly, and then slowly again scissored them open, wide. As her legs opened to their widest, Keya arched her back and made one final gasp as Committee members gazed upwards between her thighs.

"Kch..."

Keya's head lolled to one side as she lost consciousness, her legs relaxed, and she peed. Her golden juice splattered the edge of the table as the torture android swiftly lowered her to the floor and began to resuscitate her.

Keya coughed and wretched as she regained consciousness. She let out loud choking sobs. Damm held her head up by her hair, and then let her sprawl on the floor, gasping, her mini skirt hitched up around her upper thighs. Tears streamed down her face, and she shook like a leaf. She held her throat, now bruised.

Damm stood over her.

"Princess. Kneel before me and swear your complete loyalty to me."

Keya didn't look up as she sobbed. She slowly shook her head.

"I have won, your Holiness. This is your future. You are mine now. Embrace your future. Swear your loyalty to me."

"Never," she whispered.

"I beg your pardon, Princess?"

"Never!" she barked, her voice hoarse from her garroting.

"I will break you then!" shouted Damm. He turned again to the torture droid. "Mind control and plasma torture!"

"B'ir Damm...," cried Keya.

"Lord Damm to you, Princess," he snapped.

"Lord Damm, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please Lord Damm, please! Don't, please don't," she pleaded.

The torture droid moved too swiftly for Keya to get away, even though she tried. Its metal claws seized her shoulders and held her wrists as she kneeled on the metal floor. Keya kept up her pleading as the droid continued its work.

"No, please, please, please, nooo," she sobbed, shaking her head.

The torture droid held her and began to systematically rip open Keya's top. The fabric from which Keya's sacred robes were made was a fine woven annularia, soft to the touch, but resilient and tough. It took the unyielding strength of a droid to tear it against its weave. The sound of the fabric ripping was loud and filled the room, mixing with Keya's sobbing pleas. It tore Keya's top apart, strip by strip, each strip ripping loudly. Soon, it had ripped her top away until the last shards of fabric fell to the floor.

Princess Priestess Keya was now topless, her large, round breasts fully bare, her nipples pointing out and up.

The droid moved around behind her, keeping its firm grip on her pinned arms, and forcing her to stay kneeled. She was dimly aware of her bare bum resting against her soft, bare wrinkled soles, barely covered by her mini skirt. Her knees and thighs splayed apart.

"Oh no, no, no, no," Keya moaned, shaking in terror. An arm extended and held Keya's head, firm and immobile, tilting it up until she was looking upward. Keya cried out as the torture android extended another arm with a probe and fixed it to the base of her head at the back, where it met her neck. There was a whirring as the probe drilled into her skull with a diamond-hard, yet whisper-thin, drill bit. Keya's skull vibrated, her eyes fluttered, and her teeth chattered. The probe finished drilling through her skull and then pushed upward effortlessly through the soft tissues of Keya's brain, lodging deep inside. Keya gasped in horror and disbelief, but she could not move her head.

Two more arms with tiny pincers moved around to the front of Keya's breasts.

"Oh no, please no please no please no," she sobbed openly, her words running together. She let out a long baleful moan as her eyes strained to look down and track the pincers moving towards her breasts.

The pincers gently seized her bare nipples.

A loud crackling sound cut through the room, and purple arcing and sparks cascaded from where the pincers met her nipples.

Keya arched her back and screamed as the pain flowed through her body.

There was a pause while she drew in breath, and then she screamed again, long and loudly, her scream ending in a wailing cry.

The sparking stopped as the torture android released her nipples. Keya started hyperventilating in the silence that followed. The android continued to hold her.

Then, the probe at the back of her head hummed. Keya became aware of a growing compulsion to speak words which were somehow streaming through her mind. They were profane, dirty, and awful. She fought the compulsion.

"No!" she thought, "I won't!"

As if in response, the android's pincers seized her nipples and electrocuted her again. Another round of voltage. Her back arched.

"Aaaaa- ghck!" she went.

The electrocution stopped. The urge to speak returned from the probe deep inside her brain. Keya had rolling perspiration breaking on her face and neck. It flowed in rivulets over her bare breasts. She stared upwards, her mouth opening and closing as she fought the urge to say the words clouding her mind.

The urge itself seemed to be talking to her: Speak these words, or the pain will continue! Keya fought back, willing her tongue not to move. "No! I cannot! I will not!" she thought, defiantly.

The pincers on Keya's nipples sparked again. The pain flowed through her bare breasts and down into the core of her body. It was more intense this time. Keya arched her back deeply and screamed in agony.

When the electrocution stopped, she gave in. She could no longer bear the pain. She let go and allowed herself to speak the words she was being forced to speak. She choked them out, sentence by sentence, with great effort, as though it were a confession.

"Unh... unh... D- Daddy? It's your daughter Keya. I'm being tortured. It... it hurts so much! It hurts so, so much! I... I'm not being modest anymore. I... I'm wearing... I'm wearing a very short skirt. Unh... my legs are bare, and I'm in my bare feet!"

Keya paused to swallow. The android electrocuted her as punishment for pausing. Keya cried out in pain. The crackling stopped and Keya continued breathlessly and quickly.

"My... my skirt is so short, Daddy. It barely covers me. I... I'm not wearing anything underneath it. I'm bare underneath my short, short skirt."

Keya paused and swallowed audibly again. She moaned plaintively as the torture droid electrocuted her through her nipples again. The pain surged through her. Perspiration trickled down her brow, her cheeks, her elongated throat, her collarbone, her bare breasts, her lower back, and her bare stomach.

"D- Daddy, the torture droid ripped my top off. You... you can see my bare breasts, Daddy."

Keya's mouth moved but no sound came out. Keya fought briefly against saying what she was forced to say next.

The electrocution intensified in response, and Keya could barely croak out the words.

"I... I... I want you, Daddy! I... I want you inside me! I... unh... unh..."

Keya's mouth stretched open wide, silently.

"U-unh..."

Keya's eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness.

B'ir Damm gestured, and in an instant, the torture droid stopped electrocuting Keya, withdrew the probe from her skull, and released her. She crumpled in a heap, her bare breasts pressing against the metal floor.

"That's enough," said Damm, "Let's get her seen by the physician. Check her heart. The High Priest is sure to break once he sees her dance and then sees this amazing performance."

He turned back to the Committee.

"It's alright, I'm not upset anymore. I assure you the Princess will be okay. Let's adjourn for today."

The Committee members rose, murmuring among themselves as the physician entered the chamber, knelt beside Keya, and checked her vitals.

***

Keya came out of her haze, curled up in her bed in the fetal position. She had vague recollections about being carried back to her room, limp and still topless, by someone. She had felt somebody pull off her skirt.

Her whole body ached, and her nipples hurt. She turned over in her bed and moaned softly.

Her moan was answered by a rustling of curtains. The physician slipped through.

"Are you awake Princess Keya?"

Keya weakly pulled the sheets protectively around her.

"Water," she whimpered hoarsely.

The physician poured her a glass from a jug by her bedside and held the glass to her lips. He stroked her hair soothingly, caressing it softly.

"Poor girl," he said gently. "Poor girl."

"It hurts," she whispered. "It hurts."

"I know, I know," whispered the physician. He tugged at her sheets. "Please Your Highness, I need to check your breasts to ensure they're not damaged."

Keya whimpered weakly and shook her head.

"M' not that kind of girl," she whispered.

"What do you mean Your Highness?"

"I didn't mean to say those things I said."

"Mm, he answered neutrally.

"O Sacred Ark, I swear I didn't. Please don't tell my daddy."

The physician paused. "Well, Lord Damm has conveyed your words to your father I'm afraid. Now I must check you."

Keya began to cry as the physician tugged down her sheets. She sobbed and tried weakly to push his hands away as he stroked her nipples carefully, rolling them gently and pressing them.

"No... please..." Keya sobbed. "Please don't touch me."

"Remarkable technology," the physician murmured. "I saw all the arcing. All the sparks flying. Yet no damage here. Your nipples are just beautiful Your Highness."

"It hurts when you touch me there," she sobbed.

"I know. It will be sore there for a few hours. You weren't meant to be tortured Your Highness, but Lord Damm lost his temper when you spit on him. You shouldn't have done that."

Keya started crying again. "I need to die. Please help me die," she sobbed.

The physician took a full syringe out of his kit.

"I'll give you this instead," he said. "It will give you a sense of distance from what happened to you." Without waiting for her permission, he injected her into her throat. She winced. He stroked her hair as she became drowsy. "Sleep now Princess."

***

The drug gave Keya sleep. Then it gave her a nightmare.

She dreamt that B'ir Damm had her back in front of the silent Committee and had strapped her into a strange machine. His face remained expressionless as she squirmed in the machine's iron grip. She was wearing a leotard with no underwear and her heeled sandals. One sandal fell off as she squirmed, kicked her arched feet, and pointed her toes. The machine began to bend her slowly backwards, curving her spine toward its limit of motion, folding her body in half.

Keya squealed in pain and kicked up her feet behind her, pointing her toes. Her other heeled sandal fell off her arched, trembling, bare foot and clattered onto the floor. Both her feet were now bare, her toes pointed, her calf muscles taut. Her arched feet made little frantic kicks back and forth, dabbling the air, as the machine folded her. Her wrinkled bare soles were dirty.

"No! No! No!" Keya screamed, over and over and over, but the machine continued to bend her, until her cries melted into one long scream. The machine bent her slowly, deliberately, only an inch every few moments. Keya could hear her joints begin cracking with each inch.

As her body formed a U-shaped bow, the fabric of her leotard, pinned by the machine, began to tear open with a loud ripping sound, baring her breasts.

The machine grabbed Keya's jaw where it met her throat and continued forcing her to fold in half backwards. Her head went all the way back, as far as it could go, until her nose was pointed towards her ass. The crotch of her ripping leotard snapped. Her leotard slid slowly upwards, baring her smooth, round ass. The machine grabbed her ankles and held them fast, pulling them upwards.

Keya found she could no longer scream, but her mouth remained open, jerking and silent, while Damm continued to stare down at her, emotionless. Keya's body was now folded backwards so much that her face was almost touching her arched, wrinkled, dirty bare soles. Gradually, inch by inch, the machine continued to push. Her leotard ripped apart more, hanging off her folding torso. It was now deathly quiet.

She gurgled once, loudly.

"Hocggch!"

Keya's open mouth continued to jerk, as she tried to make another sound. Her eyes bulged wide. As her mouth widened and relaxed, her lips began to brush against the dirty, wrinkled bare soles of her arched, quivering feet, along with just the tip of her nose, as the machine forced her head back further. Her lips brushed lightly at first, caressing her soft wrinkles. Gradually, as it forced her head another inch back, this gave way to her open mouth rubbing against her dirty, bare soles. Her moist lips started to leave a wet, warm dew on her soles, and in turn, her soles left their dirt on her lips and nose.

The machine paused and held her folded body perfectly still for a moment.

She gurgled twice in rapid succession.

"Kgh- kgh."

Her mouth stretched open wide with the sound, making Keya's ruby lips rub more on her bare soles. The spot where her moist lips rubbed her wrinkled soles became slippery and wet. Her lips had cleaned her soles in the spot they rubbed.

It was utterly silent as the Committee members watched, while the machine continued to hold Keya perfectly still.

Then the machine pushed her firmly in half. Her croaking sound was muffled, as her open mouth and ski jump nose pressed firmly into the soft wrinkles of her arched soles with the force of the machine.

"Mph-"

There was a snapping sound, like dry sticks, as Keya's spine broke in two places. The machine released her, and she tumbled to the floor in a crumpled heap, paralyzed.

Keya's tongue jerked out, searching the air. Her crushed throat made a clicking sound.

Then, a whoosh.

The nightmare broke.

Keya awoke to find herself contorted backwards in her bed, every muscle in her body screaming in pain and spasming. She foamed at her mouth and made choking noises.

"Ggh... ggh..."

"Here quick!" she heard a voice bark urgently. She heard rapid footsteps and sensed several figures surrounding her.

"She started doing this a short while ago!"

"It's a side effect." She recognized the physician's voice. "I don't know what kind of plasma Lord Damm used when he tortured her, but he used far too much!"

Strong hands urgently grasped her rigid jaw and pried it open against its will.

"She's choking on her tongue," said a voice. A fat finger violated her mouth and wrestled with her tongue. A voice cursed.

She was curled backwards, at the limit of her spine's range of motion, her toes pointed and quivering, her body one large muscle spasm. She could not make a sound from the pain. Keya felt a new penetrating pain through her chest, between her breasts, cutting dimly through the agony of her spasming body.

"There, there, Your Highness, this relaxant should help."

Gradually, she felt her body unlock. She panted in exhaustion, not moving. Perspiration soaked her sheets.

"You can all go," she heard the physician say. "There's no need to stare."

Keya realized she was still naked and gestured feebly for the sheets. The physician obliged.

"Lord Damm needs to control his temper or he's going to damage you for life," he muttered. "Way too much plasma torture."

He injected Keya with more serum. "Another dose to help you feel distant from all this," he said soothingly. He waited for a time, stroking Keya's hair until she dropped into drugged sleep, and then slipped away.

***

Keya awoke sometime later. For how long she'd slept, she did not know. She lay huddled in the sheets, and realized the physician was right. She could still remember being tortured, and she remembered the nightmare, but neither felt intrusive. She did, however, feel very sad. She wondered what her father would think of her when he heard her talking about wearing her little skirt with nothing underneath-- and especially about how she wanted to feel him inside her. When he saw that she was being electrocuted through her bare breasts in front of so many others, surely he'd understand. But her vow of modesty had been destroyed. She felt so sad.

She rolled onto her side and noticed a tray beside her table. She sat up, holding her sheets around her. It was a tray of food. Slowly, stealthily, as though she might be discovered, Keya quietly seized the tray, and began ravenously eating everything on it. She had barely eaten since her capture, and her body was exhausted from her ordeal. When she was finished, she crept out of her bed and peeked out through the inner curtains. She saw her mini skirt draped where it had been found previously. She could see another garment hanging with it.

She wanted to investigate but she also needed her facilities. She crept quietly into the washroom where she peed. Then she soaked herself for half an hour in the hot shower. "Let B'ir Damm drag me out of here biting and kicking," she thought ruefully. She toweled herself off and fixed her hair before padding back to her wardrobe.

Sighing, she pulled on the tiny mini skirt, still not used to wearing something so skimpy, nor going bare underneath it. She examined the second garment. It was another cropped top, the same as the previous which had been shredded, but now with short sleeves. She put it on, noting it still revealed her underboob and cleavage. She guessed that with the volume of her sacred robes, someone had plenty of fabric to work with.

"What a twisted mockery," she thought as she slipped on her heels. She slipped out into the outer room.

"Guard!" she called.

Both the guards at the door stuck their heads in, with surprise.

"Your Highness!" the first said. "You're up! Are you okay?"

Keya ignored the question. "Take me to him," she said.

"To Lord Damm?"

"Whatever he likes to be called."

"I strongly caution you against showing disrespect to his station, Your Highness," said the second guard gently.

"Do you think he has shown respect to mine?" she retorted. The first guard looked down at the floor. The second one hesitated, and then said, "I'll send for him, Your Highness."

Keya sat down on the stone bench, crossed her smooth bare legs with a hiss of bare skin brushing against bare skin. Her skirt was so short that her full bare ass and bare pussy were resting directly on the cool stone. She could feel the rough, cold, hard, unyielding stone pressing into her soft bare ass, teasing the cleft of her ass cheeks apart and spreading her pussy lips. Keya covered her eyes and dropped her head while she waited.

"Daddy please still love me," she whispered.

***

It was B'ir Damm who summoned Keya-- as if to make a point about who summoned who. The point was not lost on her, especially when the guards bound her wrists in front of her again.

"Sorry Your Highness, but we're commanded by Lord Damm to bind you," the guard said apologetically. Keya drooped her head in resignation.

As before, she was paraded down the corridors, one guard in front and the other behind, her tiny skirt bouncing with each step and sometimes flashing a sliver of her bare bum cheeks. As before, the guards took her through a service corridor detour which had the steep stairs. Keya was forced to climb the stairs, allowing the guard behind her to lean forward and look up her skirt, staring intently at Keya's smooth bare ass and her moist, large pussy peeking out from between the fulcrum of her cheeks.