Keya's Ordeal

To her dismay, Keya was led to the same large room where she had been tortured before the Committee. B'ir Damm was waiting for her.

Keya had been rehearsing her tirade. She had planned to upbraid him for torturing her and promised grave consequences. The blank stares of the Committee members, and the memories of the room, sucked away her courage.

"Welcome back, Your Holiness, I trust you ate well?" B'ir Damm spoke as though being electrocuted through her breasts was an everyday occurrence.

"You have committed the most blasphemous violations against the Holy Ark," she said.

"Not the most I'd say," he replied. "And there's a New Order now. I'm in charge now. There is no more Holy this or Holy that. There is my rule and your submission to me as my consort princess."

"I want to see my father," she said weakly.

"Well, that's a problem because we haven't heard from him. Not even after we confirmed he'd received the holograms of your performances."

Inwardly, Keya was crestfallen. Outwardly, she kept up her bravado.

"My father would never believe such filthy words were really mine, nor that I would voluntarily wear this," she said, gesturing to her skimpy skirt and top.

"But they were your words, Princess. Especially the last ones," he smiled.

"Your torture android forced me to say those words."

"No, the torture android forced you to say what it had discovered deep in your unconscious mind, Your Highness."

"I would never think such things!"

"You have. And because you could not bear to acknowledge that consciously, you have carefully concealed it from yourself, buried it deep within your unconscious, where the probe found it. And I wasn't surprised."

"Shut up! Shut up!" she shouted.

Damm's face hardened in anger, and he raised his hand to strike her.

The ear-popping overpressure of an explosion rocked the ship, and everyone was thrown off their feet.

Various members of the committee reeled on the floor. One member's ears were bleeding. Damm was the first up to his feet. "Get her secured!" he shouted at the guards, who rushed to Keya and grabbed her. They hauled her to her feet and hustled her unceremoniously out of the chamber as the sound of klaxons echoed through the corridors.

***

Keya was shut in her room without a word. She couldn't hear anything while they had hustled her down the corridors. The blast had left her deaf. Then came a strange whistling in her ears, a popping sensation, and her hearing returned slowly, as if water was draining from her ear canals. Her eardrums hurt. She cowered behind her bed, listening to the sounds of an armed skirmish. Voices were shouting. She thought she could smell smoke. The commotion gradually died down, and all was calm again. No one came for her. No one let her know what was going on. She huddled in her room until a voice called at her door.

"Your Highness?"

Keya stayed where she was.

"Your Highness?"

"Yes?" she said timidly.

"Are you okay in there? May we come in?"

Keya said nothing. A moment of silence passed.

"Your Highness, we're coming in to check on you."

The doors opened, and the two guards who had been with her before came cautiously inward. Keya slipped out from the outer curtains and looked them up and down. Their mecha suits had scorch marks.

"Your Highness! Why didn't you answer?"

Keya hesitated. "I don't know. What happened?"

"An attack, Your Highness. Are you okay?"

Keya nodded.

"Good. Try to get some rest, then. Lord Damm will send for you when he is ready." The guard nodded respectfully, and they left the room and closed the doors. Keya stared at the doors. Then she turned numbly back into the room and looked around.

She paced her room for a while, before finally stopping in front of the full-length mirror. She stared at herself, looking at the tiny outfit she was forced to wear. It felt like she was staring at a stranger.

She turned to one side, then the other, and then turned her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder. She leaned forward and watched as the twin crescents of her bare bum cheeks popped out from under her skirt. She held the pose for a moment, then leaned further forward and watched as her bare vulva came into view. Her vulva.

"That's... my bare vulva," she thought numbly. "No panties."

She stared at it for as long as she dared before snapping upright and turning to face the mirror again. She stared at her bare legs. It was not a sight she was used to. Never had she worn an outfit that displayed so much of her. The sight of her bare legs, bare stomach and bare underboob were alien to her.

She raised her arms and let her bare breasts pop out of the top. Slowly, cautiously, she traced her hands, then fingers, lightly over her bare breasts and nipples, trying to get the sense of them being hers. Her own. These were her breasts. Her nipples.

"These are... these are my bare breasts," she thought. She gently took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

A brief flashback went through her like an arrow: the vision of pincers took the place of her fingers on her nipples, and the sound and the pain of her breasts being electrocuted. She gasped sharply, tugged her top down, and wheeled away from the mirror.

Keya slipped into her inner curtained chamber and disrobed. She crawled into her bed, hoping she was safe. Sleep eventually came.

***

When Keya awoke, she could smell food outside the curtains. She slipped away into the washroom and showered. Her tiny skirt and top were where she'd left them on the floor, untouched. She slipped them on, tugging the top down over her bare breasts as much as she could, and tugging the little skirt down at the waist to cover her bare ass as much as she could. She was in the middle of eating when she heard one of the guards call into the room.

"Your Highness?"

"Yes," she said flatly.

"Ah, you're awake, Princess. Lord Damm wants to see you."

"Now?"

"Yes, now, Your Highness."

Keya sighed. She slipped on her heels. Both the guards entered and bound her wrists. Keya offered no resistance.

"Why?" she simply asked.

The first guard shrugged. "Just orders, Princess Keya, I'm sorry."

The second guard added, "You're to go with bare feet."

Keya looked sharply at the second guard. "Why," she asked again, this time suspiciously.

Both the guards shrugged and shook their heads. Keya hesitated and then slipped out of her heels into her soft, bare feet. Keya now was wearing a short, short skirt with bare legs and bare feet, and nothing on underneath.

"What happened with that explosion?" she asked as she padded in her bare feet down the corridor. As before, one guard was in front and the other behind her. Neither answered her question. As before, they took the shortcut through the service corridor with the staircase.

"Stop," said the guard behind her when she was halfway up the staircase. Keya stopped. "Lean forward, Your Highness," he continued. Keya leaned forward obediently. She heard a rustling behind her. She looked around. She only had a glimpse of the guard looking intently up her skirt with his right hand moving rapidly back and forth in front of his pelvis. She only had a glimpse of erect penis.

"Look forward," the guard snapped. Keya snapped her head back around. The rustling resumed, eventually followed by a groan. Keya did not recognize the curious pungent whiff that brushed her nostrils shortly afterward. After another minute, the guard behind her spoke again. "Let's go," he said calmly.

When Keya saw that they were headed back to the room in which she was tortured, her teeth began to chatter.

Both B'ir Damm and the Committee were waiting for Keya when she was led into the room.

"Release her bonds." Damm waved dismissively. He turned to face her. "On behalf of the Committee, welcome back Princess."

"What's going on?" asked Keya. "What was that explosion?"

"It seems that your father had a response to all your beautiful performances after all. That was an attack on the ship. It failed miserably."

"The Nephilim Guard!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, indeed! Your father's so-called special forces."

"So, some have survived," she said. Keya had wondered if any were left after the last great battle for the city.

"Apparently some, but not anymore," said Damm. "We made short work of their rescue attempt."

Keya looked down at the floor. "At least Daddy still loves me," she whispered.

It was unclear whether Damm heard her, but his reply dripped with menace. "Of course, I have a reply I must send to your father for this."

Keya looked up at Damm, and her eyes widened in fear as he strode quickly towards her.

"What reply?" she said, her voice quaking.

"This," said Damm as he undid the clasps on his armor and removed his thick, metal breechclout.

From underneath, Damm drew out his thick, bare penis.

It wasn't just enormous. It was augmented. Its size and girth were deeply unnatural, and it was hardening rapidly as he massaged its thick, dark, ridged length. It twitched of its own accord, arcing out and up at a steep angle, the augmenting metal plates unfolding like scales on some exotic reptile.

Keya squealed in fright and tried to back away, but Damm grabbed her by her long, blonde hair. Her knees went weak, her bare feet gave out from underneath her, and she sank to the floor at Damm's knees, with Damm still holding her by her hair.

Damm spoke in a loud whisper that echoed in the room. "Your Highness, I've made it clear to you that you now belong to me."

To emphasize his point, Damm began to graze Keya's cheek softly with the tip of his gigantic member, leaving a trail of juice on her. Keya squeezed her eyes shut and moaned in disgust and terror.

"This is all for you, Princess Keya. Every inch of it. Indeed, you will feel every inch of it. But the problem is, I might accidentally injure you with it. Injure you fatally. That's what's happened to the other beauties who I've impaled with this. It was such a pity I could never enjoy them more than once. But I don't want to lose you when I impale you with this. Half-elven girl, you're just too beautiful and exotic to lose. And as a half-elven girl, you're probably just too tight and small."

He held Keya's jaw and traced her lips with his penis before letting it go. Keya's lips glistened with his juice.

Keya whimpered, shaking her head slowly. "No, please, no," she moaned.

"It's alright Your Highness. Because I have a special gift for you. This is my gift to you, to make sure you can enjoy me. All of me. I'm going to prepare you for me in a very special way. The torture droid will prepare you for me. And your father will know where things really stand."

He let Keya go and she sank to the floor, pleading. "No, please Damm, no, please. Don't do anything to me, please, please..."

Suddenly, a voice came from the Committee behind them.

"Lord Damm, we're all very interested in seeing you bring this conquest to a conclusion and unseal the Ark, so that we can all move on with the New Order. But must we really indulge your making a public spectacle of your personal interests?"

Damm wheeled around and scanned the faces of the Committee. All were fixated on Keya except for one. It was Jud O'rr, who was the member most often to pour cold water on things. He was massaging his forehead wearily.

"Indulge me?" sputtered Damm. "Indulge me? This is your princess. This is your alliance's new princess. It's a matter of ceremony that you shall witness her consecration!"

Jud O'rr waved his hand dismissively. "Fine... fine..." he said with a sigh.

Damm turned back to Keya and shouted at the room. "Begin the treatment!"

The hologram cameras dropped down around Keya. She scrambled to her feet as the ceiling opened again and the torture droid glided swiftly down towards her with its spidery arms and metal claws.

"Nooo!" Keya screamed and tried to flee. She tripped, and the torture droid was upon her. It began to grab her arms and legs with its spidery limbs and drag her back into the center of the chamber in front of the assembled Committee.

Keya tried to fight the torture droid's grasping claws, squirming and struggling to get away. The resulting struggle caused her outfit to be torn, with jagged holes ripped open in her top and skirt as the torture droid clawed and re-clawed at her. With a loud ripping sound, Keya's mini skirt was torn up her left side, forming a frayed slit that exposed her bare thighs and pelvic crease. Her right breast popped out as her top was torn apart. Large holes in the back of her torn skirt revealed the cleft of her bare bum. Another pull of the torture android's claws tore a chunk out of the right side of her skirt, revealing Keya right to her waist.

By the time the android had Keya pinned on the floor, her outfit hung off her in shreds. Two of the android's appendages separated her thighs while the other appendages held her down. Keya's bare pussy lips were visible. From the center of the android emerged a new appendage: a long, winding, flexing, thick, metal probe--rounded at one end like a missile--snaking out from its body.

Keya's hips twisted around as she shifted to get a better look at what was happening. When Keya saw the android's long, thick, twisting probe, she became hysterical as she realized what it was for.

"No, no, no, no!" she shrieked, shaking her head, as if trying to will a halt to the snake's advance. She struggled with all her might against the android's grip. Everyone watched impassively as the metal snake reached her pubic bone, and then breached her.

As the torture android entered her, it let go of Keya's arms and legs and held her at the waist.

The cold, metal probe began to stretch the inside of Keya's vagina.

Keya's shrieking ended in a sharp cry, and for just a moment, she grabbed the android's snake as it went up into her, fingers sliding uselessly against unyielding, cold metal. Her head snapped back, her legs jerked, and her bare feet scrabbled on the metal floor.

That was when Keya stopped crying. The shock and sensation of her initial penetration sucked her breath away.

The room grew hushed as her behaviour changed. The time for her shrieking and crying had ended, and the time for a special kind of silence began: a surreal silence punctuated by the sounds she made as she was being stretched wider than she thought possible. Her unexpected performance commenced: unrehearsed, spontaneous, and genuine. Keya crossed the boundary between articulate and inarticulate, and the contrast between noise and silence was stark.

Keya quietly, silently, arched her back, her breasts straining up and out. The shape of her smooth, bare hips changed as she slowly drew her knees up. She began to tilt her head back, her long hair splaying behind her. Her arms and hands grew rigid, every tendon visible, as the metal snake slid through her trembling fingertips. Keya's beautiful, dirty bare feet arched hard like a gymnast's, and she pointed her bare toes sexily. Her gorgeous, dirty bare soles wrinkled deeply. She silently opened her mouth wide, relaxed it slightly, then widened it again. Her throat undulated.

Her performance began. Her first sounds.

"Aa, aa," she croaked.

Then silence.

The torture android would pause, advance in a little, pause, advance in a little further. Keya's hands rose, trembling, and tried to push against the android, then went back down between her thighs.

"Aa -a."

Silence.

Her head was thrown all the way back as far as it could go, touching the floor, mouth wide open, jaw quivering. The probe made a soft, wet noise inside her as it jerked another millimeter.

"Aa," she croaked again.

Silence.

Another jerk.

"Aa -aa."

Silence.

The torture android jerked in deeper.

Keya bucked.

Keya's sexy arched, dirty bare feet squeaked on the metal floor.

Sweat beaded up on her forehead and neck. The more she was stretched, the more strained and intense was her croaking; the pitch of her voice a little higher each time the torture droid jerked further inwards.

"Aa... "

Silence.

"Aaa..."

A little higher that time.

"Aaah!"

Much higher up the musical scale and accompanied by an extra arch in her back.

Keya's hands went to her sides, clenched into trembling fists, and unclenched. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth was stretched wide, as far as it could open. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Aa- aa-!"

The aa-aa sound came from the back of her throat, her mouth yawning, her tongue jerking. The sweat beads on her shimmering skin glistened under the hard light.

Only a short while ago, Keya was articulate. But not less than two minutes later, she was impaled, helpless and inarticulate as the dirty soles of her bare feet squeaked on the floor again. Her legs straightened. Then her knees rose again, and the tips of her arched, pointed toes brushed the stainless-steel floor.

Now the torture android was deep inside her. It held perfectly still, not moving, as it let Keya stretch open inside.

Damm nodded, and the torture android pulled its metal snake out of Keya.

Keya's arched back collapsed and she hyperventilated noisily, her chest heaving, rivulets of sweat across her breasts and stomach. The android kept a firm grip on Keya's waist.

"Stop, please! It's splitting me open!" she gasped. "Please help me!"

Damm gave her a moment and then nodded at the torture android. "Again," he said. The torture android began pushing up into her again.

"No! No! Daddy, please help me--"

Keya made a protesting, plaintive cry, and went rigid.

She contorted, as before, and the room hushed a second time for another performance.

There was a squishing noise as the torture android sank into Keya in one long, slow glide, stretching her open inside taut and thin. Keya's eyes opened wide, her jaw undulated, and her open mouth reached for the ceiling, but she made no sound except for a faint "auh..."

When the metal snake was fully inside her, the android began to lift Keya up by its snake alone, waist-first, leaving her back and shoulders resting on the floor, and her raised lower half impaled on the snake.

The android finished ripping Keya's shredded outfit off her arched body with its multiple appendages. The sound of tearing fabric again filled the chamber.

Except for a few shreds, Keya was now completely naked.

Keya gurgled loudly from her throat, then hung in the ensuing silence, naked and stretching. She gurgled again. Her body hung suspended at an angle, and the metal snake emerged obscenely from her pussy.

The torture android's metal snake was lodged at the top of her tunnel.

"Here we really go," said Damm, to no one in particular. He nodded at the torture android.

The torture android hoisted Keya upright in the air, leaving her impaled upon it. From the tip of the torture android's snake, deep inside Keya, a small round panel slid open, and a tiny probe with two heads emerged and nestled into the dimple of her cervix's external os. Then it began emitting electrical impulses with one head while bathing her cervix with a strange slippery fluid. Keya's cervix began to dilate and, as it did so, the torture android's metal snake began forcing its way in.

With Keya impaled upright, and the slipperiness of the strange fluid, the elven girl began sliding, in tiny jerks, downwards. Keya sucked in her breath. Then she pointed her toes, threw back her head and screamed in agony. Her screaming echoed through the chamber. Jud O'rr winced and covered his ears.

As the torture android pushed through her internal os, a faint bulge appeared in Keya's lower abdomen. The torture android was now pushing up into Keya's uterus. When the pressure inside her from the height and angle became too much, Keya involuntarily wrapped her smooth bare legs around the android, toes pointed, the sound of sweaty bare skin rubbing against steel, as she tried to take some of the weight off and stop it from sliding further up.