The Captured Princess Ch. 06

"Humans are more than their emotions."

"Sometimes not much more. Men, I think, can truly separate themselves from their emotions. I don't know how you can do it. Few women ever truly succeed at it. The simple truth, my lord, is that women determine what is right and safe and good by what they feel. Men approach right and safe and good as a problem to be solved intellectually."

"So to free her, we teach her to hate the Prince."

"She already does. I do. Hate doesn't matter; I still love it when he touches me and takes charge of my body. You need to teach her to disassociate from the Prince. To want him, ache for him, even hate him less. In that prison we call the harem, there is little chance to disassociate from him; the symbols of his power are everywhere. For me... my freedom comes from you. My feelings for you give me the necessary distance from him."

"I think you're trying to say that if I'm more loving and affectionate towards you, you'll oppose Arj better."

"Oh. Was I that transparent?"

In answer, he turned her head to face the video, and his other hand moved down over her belly again, and began to stroke her clit. She whimpered, very softly, her face going blank.

"You do this? After you just punished me for these feelings?"

"I think you've explained all you can. But continue to look at her and convey to me her feelings, since you understand them so well."

"Cruel Lord... but I must obey... I can see in her twitching that the conditioning has begun. Little flashes of pain and pleasure, nothing trains a woman faster... you men know this, do you not? Arouse us, then cause pain, even just a spank or a slap or the burn of torn clothing, and something in us turns to water... she's so frightened because she cannot directly perceive what is happening, her responses shift too quickly to be consciously perceived, and she's so aroused... so aroused... craving cock and penetration and fullness and roughness, needing her body to be mastered-"

"I think some of you is mixing in there."

"Perhaps. Do you have any idea what your finger does to me. Foolish question, you know exactly..."

Tir shifted aside his leathers, exposing himself. Then he pushed two fingers into her, swiftly, and spread them apart within her. She shuddered, and he curled them, roughly. Enjine arched, and sobbed softly, staring helplessly at Alani's twitching body...

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Something has changed. I saw rapid flickers, but I had no idea what they were. And moment by moment my body shivered or clenched or shuddered. Sometimes I felt shocks or flashes of nausea, but they passed instantly. I had no idea what was happening to me, and that was terrifying.

I tried to close my eyes, and suddenly it felt like my elbows and knees were shattering and grinding, and then my backbone as well; the sick twisting of nausea compelled me to open my eyes, and I nearly vomited.

And the uncontrollable arousal... the vibrations and slow, pounding movement inside me... there is something about being forced to experience an arousal you did not ask for. It is shattering in its power, and to your horror you crave more and more. I can only guess there is an evolutionary basis in it; a man who can compel your arousal is strong, powerful, and therefore a good mate. He may not be good for your soul, but what does evolution care for that? It wants us to mate and mate and mate with the most powerful man possible. There was a saying in my country: If you wish to be wet, kneel before the King. Being the one person in the kingdom exempt from that, I can't comment on it -- but I know it worked for my mother.

I needed to come -- but somehow the devices knew it, and prevented it whenever I tried to yield. I no longer really wanted to fight them, as I had when I'd first arrived. Orgasms had become impossibly desirable, sex was a powerful temptation, and I was ashamed at how I fantasized about it now, fantasies I have not dared type. Every woman is a princess and a slut, I was told my first day here. How quickly I'd been taught to become the slut.

Something in the flickering... I could feel myself changing, and the terror and the arousal merged...

Desperately I tried to distract myself. Anything. Anything!

Chocolate.

I could still taste the chocolate.

It was the one sensation I had that had not been forced on me by the Prince and his army of cruel servants. No flavor lasts in the mouth forever, but the darkness of it, and the orange, lingered. I tasted, I thought of the illicit chocolate I'd been given almost ten years ago... so long ago, now! He'd been cute, a little unsure of himself, and at the time I'd liked that. The Garden of Pleasures night; being massaged while a Pleasurer had stroked my lips with chocolate. Because I was not yet of age, the experience had not been sexual, but it had been undeniably sensual, and one of the Pleasurers, a very wicked and roguish fellow, had later kissed and licked my fingertips and toes. So very, very against the rules, but I had been nineteen and he was handsome, and my body had lit up more hotly than it ever had when I'd spied on the harems. But not as hotly, I realized, as when the Captain of the guard had spanked me. With the hindsight of more sexual experience, I realized now what feelings that spanking had triggered in me-

Oh moon, thinking about that now was a mistake, and I flew towards orgasm. But the cruel machine that had me applied a flash of nausea and the orgasm was averted. I howled in frustration, but little got through the gag. My traitor body was convulsing in need now, and the rapid flickers of pleasure were becoming more pronounced and more common. I could almost see the images presented to me, though I did not want to.

What was this machine doing to me? In my first visit to the white room, the demons that had assaulted me had been madness, brought about by the deprivation, and the very obvious sexual suggestion of the video. They had been devastating but at least they were apparent, essentially sensate, opposable. Here there was nothing to apprehend, just faint sensations that flitted by too fast to register. And the impossible temptation was to try to focus on them anyway, which I did not doubt was deliberate, and made it all more effective...

No. Chocolate. It was something to hang on to. I thought about the texture, remembered again having my lips teased with it long ago, and remembered the smell of Enjine's perfume as she had handed me the recent piece. Sandalwood. Notes of wintergreen. A strange mixture of warm and cold smells, just as Enjine was a strange mixture of warm, sensual slave and cold, subtle-

Pain flickered through me. I wasn't supposed to think about Enjine. And then there were spasms of pleasure-

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Tir seized Enjine's waist and lifted her, and immediately she swiveled her hips, offering herself to his very erect cock. The grip of his hands was painful, but she reveled in that, and then cried out as he toyed with her, stroking her slit against the head of his cock with sudden, quick movements.

"I already burn," she said in a broken voice. "I already ache to give you everything. Why do you tease? How much more of a needy slut could I possibly be?"

"It pleases me that you ache, slut," he growled, suddenly impaling her, and ignoring her sudden cry. "Now masturbate while you work my cock with your body. Work for your fucking."

Her hands wrapped in her hair as she simpered, lost in a combination of lust, fear and submissiveness. Her hips moved in a sensual oval, massaging his cock as she knew he liked. Her eyes drifted, barely focusing, to the screen, and she watched in a haze of need as the Prince entered the room.

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I heard his footsteps; I'd learned to recognize the cadence of them. I shuddered in horror. I could do nothing about the impossible arousal hat had been forced on me. I had grown up believing that arousal was a woman's choice, that it was a fragile flower that would die at a single wrong word from a man, a single mistimed act. Now I knew that ruthless trickery could force it upon me, and it made me feel weak and helpless. I had no control, and the terror and arousal had merged.

His hand came down on my ass, suddenly. I again flew towards an orgasm that was again denied. I cried out into the gag.

He spanked me, his hand falling quickly and mercilessly. I'd have come over and over if the wires had let me. I was sobbing now, because of the depth of my humiliation, but also in raw need. His will was all that mattered. I was a puppet to his desires.

Suddenly he removed the device that had been inside me, and filled me with his fingers. I fought desperately not to clench down. But the images flickering before my eyes touched on some primitive animal need, and my body gripped him as he slid them in and out, roughly.

"Come," he said.

I did. Hard and helplessly. His thumb moved across my anus, then pressed inward as his fingers settled deep inside me and curled roughly.

"Again."

I came again, tears running down my cheeks. He was unanswerable. I had no choice. My body loved orgasms, craved them.

His fingers slid out, and he got behind me. I knew what happened next; the kneel this wooden torture rack forced me into was made for what came next. His cock forced into my sodden slit, and his hand came down in my ass again-

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Enjine came as Tir's hands gripped her breasts and squeezed, and her moans sent him over the edge as well. She sagged against him, shaking.

"Good girl," he whispered. She continued shaking.

"Lord... as I was coming... oh skies. I remembered. Oh bright core rising, I remember..."

"What?"

"What she's going through. Right now. We're not supposed to remember. Oh fuck... Lord... Lord!"

She turned in his lap, her hands gripping his face as she stared miserably into his eyes. "You have to stop it. You have to help her. It's horrible! What it does to you! You have to make him stop!"

"Enjine... I would if I could. There is no way. I have no access and I have no army behind me. I would do anything to help her if there was anything that could be done."

"I beg you! You must! I'll do anything!"

And a flat, electronic voice came from the screen. "Would you, now."

They both froze. The voice continued.

"Would you do anything? Would you risk yourselves for some useless, immature, fallen princess who has no future and no way to repay you?"

Tir found his voice. "I assume I'm addressing my benefactor."

"An amusing title. I have not provided you much benefit, Lord Tir. Information and access, that is all. But you've made good use of them. But as to my question?"

"I would," Enjine said. "She's human. She's not a thing, meant only to have a use."

"You speak boldly, for someone who is only a thing that has a use," said the voice. "And it is not wise of you to promise you'll do anything. Men like Lord Tir remember such words."

"I meant what I said," she said, still shaking.

"And you, Lord Tir? Only pretty words to calm a frightened fucktoy? Or is there in you still some trace of sympathy for a girl you barely know, beyond carnally?"

"There is at least a trace of sympathy left in me, yes. But you know my true motivation, I believe."

"I know your true motivation."

"Then you know my answer, but you already did. I thank you for this unprecedented visit, but I'm curious what motivates it?"

"It is simple enough," said the voice. "You are going to rescue that foolish child of a princess and you are going to take her far away from here, to the little bolt hole I believe you have been building in Corenhome. You're going to do it now. And because you and I share a goal, you'll do it with my help."

"My benefactor is most generous," Tir said, carefully. "Or you would seem to be, if I was at all certain this wasn't an elaborate plot to get me killed."

"If I wanted you dead, there are simpler ways. And let me be very clear; if you do not comply with my request, evidence of your treason will surface."

"Ah," said Tir. "You are that sort of benefactor."

"I'm the only sort that there is."

"Who are you," Enjine said suddenly. Tir put his hand over her mouth, tightly, and smiled to the screen. "She's new at this. If I were asking the questions," he said as his hand pressed more tightly against Enjine's moving lips, "I'd ask just how we are to accomplish the rescue."

Tir's delivery tube rattled, and a small earpiece appeared on the table. "You'll wear that and I will guide you," the voice said, and even through the electronic tone there was a trace of amusement in it. "We'll start by disrupting your Prince's fun..."

The lights in the room with Arj and Alani abruptly went out, and the scene was replaced by the faint green of infrared camera display. Arj looked up in shock, and then the wall behind him turned bright green, cracked and buckled. In the distance, Tir heard an explosion, and within a few seconds, sirens.

The voice continued. "For the next few minutes, a number of people will be under the unfortunate impression that the city is under attack. There will be much chaos. You, Tir, are going to intercept the guards carrying the foolish princess to safety. You will have to kill some guards. And you, Enjine, are going to go with him and do your best not to get killed."

"I-I am of no value in this-"

"Child. I will explain what value you have at a later time, but you both are needed in the Qualas building on floor two, which is reached through a secret door in the library. And you need to be there in less than three minutes. The keycode is 1389. Move your asses!"

The glassee screen vanished. Tir pushed Enjine to her feet.

"This isn't how I like to spend my post-orgasmic bliss," Enjine said. Another explosion rent the air. "But I'll learn to adapt quickly," she amended immediately.

Tir fitted the earpiece and rearranged his outfit, rapidly slipping several guns and a sword into place. Enjine reached for her silks, but he tore them out of her hands. "No. They offer no protection and it's just another handle to grab you by in a fight. You get to carry these two guns-"

"I can't!" she wailed, backing away.

"No time!" He stepped forward and slapped her across the face. "No time for your conditioning! If we get into a fight you point these at anyone with a weapon and fire. Don't worry about trying to hit anything, I'll do the marksmanship. You are no longer the Prince's toy, you are mine and I say you use them!"

He forced them into her hands, and she held them like dead and rotted birds, terror blanking her face. He slapped her face again, turned and ran. More explosions shattered the air, one quite close. Sobbing, but clinging to the guns, Enjine followed after.