The Kingdom Ch. 15

Given the fact that I was always restrained during these visits, I wasn't able to actually make my moves by touching the screen. Instead, I had to speak the commands verbally. To help with this, the virtual game board also included "algebraic notations". The letters "a" through "h" were marked across the bottom of the board and and the numbers "1" through "8" were marked vertically on the left-hand side. My last move had been "Queen to B3". So far, I'd managed to kill one of Annabelle's pawns while she'd taken out a pawn and a knight.

Just then, I heard the door behind me open, followed by the clicking of high heels against the stone floor. The sound had become iconic to her. Almost like the tick-tock sound of Captain Hook's dreaded crocodile.

"Alright," She whispered excitedly to herself as she approached me from behind. To my relief, I felt her unbuckling the straps of my ring-gag. A few seconds later, the gag was pulled from my mouth, prompting me to groan softly as I worked my jaw open and closed for the first time in hours.

"You know," she said as she stepped around me, "the gag wasn't even on the schedule for last night. It was only added after the disrespect you showed Officer Trimble."

I ignored her, keeping my gaze fixed on the digital chess board. Annabelle sat down in her tall office chair and crossed her legs.

"Your life will only continue to worsen until you learn to accept your new circumstances, Ms. Michaels," she continued. "I get the difficulties of transitioning to from soldier to sex slave, but the other members of your little squad are considerably further along than you are. They've even begun to enjoy minor privileges like sleep. And solid foods..."

As a former interrogator, I knew exactly what Annabelle was doing. The most common trick in the book was make a prisoner believe that his or her captured comrades were now cooperating with the enemy. In this case, however, the idea of any of the other 5 women breaking within their first week was unlikely to say the least.

"You will break, Ms. Michaels," Annabelle coo'd. "Personally, I'm in no hurry to facilitate it, but it will happen." A smile suddenly widened across her face. "There's a small part of me that hopes it will take years."

I turned my head away in suppressed anger. Despite recognizing her mind-games for what they were, her words still weighed heavily on me. The thought of suffering through this torment for years was downright maddening.

"Frankly, I find your resistance adorable and I imagine I'll be heartbroken when it finally disappears." She gave a chuckle as she spun in her office chair. "But it will happen. And when it does, you'll only resent yourself for not having acquiesced sooner."

"How's the dildo today, by the way?" She asked, abruptly changing subjects. "I've increased the diameter by a half an inch. As you may have noticed."

I ignored her, practicing deep breathing to curb my instinct to say something I'd regret.

I suddenly flinched as I felt an electric zap to both of my nipples beneath the coin tassels. Flicking my eyes back towards Annabelle, I saw her left index finger lift off an illuminated button on her touch-screen desk.

"What was that, Ms. Michaels?" Annabelle asked, her finger hovering threateningly above the button.

"Yes, I noticed," I replied in a low voice.

To my surprise, Annabelle's finger tapped the button once again, prompting me to groan through gritted teeth as electricity coursed once more through my tender nipples.

"Yes I noticed, what?" Annabelle prompt, tilting her ear toward me.

I took a deep breath and looked away before replying, "I noticed, ma'am."

"Oh good," Annabelle replied giddily. "You're a smart girl, Ms. Michaels. Let's see just how smart, shall we?" Annabelle then leaned over the desk and tapped the digital time clock on the right hand side of the chess board. "You have one minute to make your move," she added.

I stared at the chess board, feeling a strong sense of disinterest wash over me. Frankly, I was much more intrigued by the idea of a full solid minute of peace and quiet. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. For a few precious moments, everything vanished. My mind was able to go blank and I felt myself instantly drift toward sleep.

My euphoria ended almost immediately as I felt my nipples pelted with electricity again. My eyes shot open to see Annabelle's finger pressed firmly on the illuminated button.

"Ah ah ah," she said condescendingly as she lifted her finger off the button. "No sleeping during your turn." I clenched my jaw as I dug deep for the strength not to retaliate. It was my turn, dammit! I fumed silently. I should be able to spend the minute however I liked!

"We wouldn't want you mixing up your nights and days, would we?" Annabelle added. Suddenly, my rage was replaced with an odd sense of deja vu. Nights and days... The reference pulled me straight back to the tap-code message I'd received earlier. Night to day... Night to day... Dammit, what the hell did it mean? What the hell was the purpose for saying it?

Given how dedicated Annabelle was to this stupid game, I defiantly spent the bulk of my minute pondering the enigmatic message. Even the chess-board's grid served as a taunting reminder of the tap code cipher that I'd dedicated to memory.

"10 seconds, Ms. Michaels," Annabelle warned softly, snapping me out of my thoughts. Failing to make my move before the timer sounded was not a mistake I planned on making again. During our first one-on-one meeting, I had refused to participate in the game and let the time expire. Let's just say that my ass hole tinged and ached for the following day and a half... Solving the "night to day" conundrum would need to be postponed.

Glossing over the board, I shook my head in indifference. None of this fucking meant anything to me!

"Move-" I began and suddenly stopped short of completing the command. I paused as my brain suddenly felt as if it had been struck by lightning. My eyes darted to my remaining knight... My eyes instantly opened wide in revelation.

"There's no K," I breathed to myself in barely a whisper. My mind raced to catch up with my discovery. Tap code had no signal for the letter K! I thought. It was the only letter in the alphabet omitted from the cipher! I had been so busy contemplating the words "night to day", that I hadn't considered that "night" may not have been "night" at all! What if my cell-pen pal had meant "knight"? Wait, I thought, that still didn't make sense... Knight to day? Knight to da...

"Knight to D2!" I blurted out loudly. No sooner did the words come out of my mouth, the electronic timer buzzed loudly. Adrenaline now pumping, I watched as the black knight's horse symbol begin to slide across the screen to the D2 position.

I had misread the entire message! It wasn't night to day or knight to "DA". It was knight to "D2"! Unless a tap code receiver is expecting a number, it's possible to mistake it for a letter. In this case, the code sequence for the letter A happens to be the exact same sequence as the code for the number 2. Tap, pause, tap.

"Knight to D2," I repeated proudly with a smile, raising my gaze to a visibly confused Annabelle.

She merely blinked back at me, clearly at a loss for words after my bizarre outburst. For several seconds, neither of us said anything. I got the sense that she was studying me. Psychoanalyzing not only my move but the manner in which I had made it.

Riding the wave of self-congratulation, I maintained my smug stare. I honestly had no idea whether my "knight to d2" move was good or bad. Like I said- I hated board games and had little to no interest in improving. Regardless, sinking a buzzer shot would never not feel satisfying. Especially against someone as cocky and arrogant as Annabelle. Confidence boosters were a rare commodity these days and I was gonna to relish every millisecond of it.

Annabelle's gaze lowered to the glass desk as she silently slid her index finger across a virtual gauge. Then, she pressed the illuminated button once again, sending electricity not only to my nipple coin tassels but also the butt-plug that was still lodged in my ass. This effectively ended my victory lap. I threw my head back as best as my over-arm tie would allow and howled in agony. I instinctively tried to leap to my feet, but had forgotten about the anchor dildo tethering me to the chair. My fists clenched as the rigid scales of the dildo dug painfully into the walls of my vagina. Not only was the electrical current significantly stronger than the previous shocks to my nipples, but the assault lasted a full five seconds before subsiding. When if finally did end, I relaxed in my seat, panting heavily.

"What an odd little performance," Annabelle mused inquisitively.

Gritting my teeth, I breathed through my nose as I glared back at her.

"Relax your face, Ms. Michaels," Annabelle said calmly.

"Fuck. You," I hissed at her through my heavy breathing.

Smiling, Annabelle pressed the illuminated button again, once again lighting me up like a Christmas tree. I shrieked loudly, tossing my head back and forth in a fit of rage. Five seconds later, the agony ceased again, leaving me panting for breath.

"I said relax your face," Annabelle repeated.

"BITCH!!" I bellowed, causing spit to fly out of my mouth. My fingernails dug into my palms and my toes clenched against the stone floor as I trembled from the lingering effects of the electricity. "I swear I'm gonna kill you someday," I said through gritted teeth.

Annabelle's grin widened as she leaned back in her chair. As good as it felt to give her a fight, the downside was that she was clearly enjoying the show I was giving her. This was the double-edged sword of being an unwilling captive to a sadist.

With her index finger hovering menacingly over the button, she coo'd, "Relax your face, sex slave."

I knew how this was going to end. It would inevitably be the same result as every other confrontation I had with Annabelle. I would keep digging in my heels and she'd keep punishing me. Eventually, I would have no choice but to forfeit and give her the reaction she wanted. Even if only just for show.

"Eat shit," I spat back.

Annabelle's grin widened and I closed my eyes to brace for another bout. But to my relief, I heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?" Annabelle called out. I opened my eyes to see her finger less than a centimeter away from the virtual button.

I turned as best I could in my seat to see an attractive and slender Indian woman standing in the doorway. She was wearing what looked to be business attire and wore a serious look on her face.

"You asked to see me?" She said in what sounded like an irritated tone.

"Priya! Come in please," Annabelle said with false excitement. "Ms. Michaels, I'd like for you to meet Priya Puri, our resident psychiatrist. Priya, this helpless creature is Brandy Michaels."

Without even looking at me, the woman named Priya remained where she was in the doorway, "I leading a group session in 10 minutes," She said in an irritated tone. "What's your question?"

Annabelle maintained her smile. "I wanted to hear an update from you on the switch program proposal."

"I'm free to speak after 4pm when my appointments are completed," Priya replied matter-of-factly. It was abundantly clear by her tone and demeanor that this woman was not a fan of Annabelle's. This made me instinctively like her.

Undaunted by the woman's obvious coldness, Annabelle shook her head in faux pleasantry. "I'm afraid that doesn't work for me. It shouldn't take you long to appraise me on the progress" she said with a sense of finality. "The prisoners will be fine waiting for a few minutes."

The woman named Priya blinked before replying, "Except it wouldn't just be a few minutes, seeing as how the group meets all the way over in row D. I'm already late, so 4pm will have to be sufficient."

"Actually," Annabelle interjected as she stood to her feet, "I've got some work to take care of over on rows D and E as well. You can appraise me as we walk."

"Great," Priya replied coldly.

Annabelle glanced down at the virtual chess board and quickly made her move. "Ms. Michaels, I'm afraid our discussion will have to be tabled for another time," she said as she tapped on the two different squares, causing the castle-looking icon to slide horizontally across the board. "I know how disappointed you must be," she added as she walked confidently past me to the door.

I had dodged a bullet. My meetings with Annabelle had sometimes lasted up to an hour and involved some of the least pleasant experiences imaginable. Today, that unpleasantness had been reduced to minutes. I sighed silently with relief.

"Guard," Annabelle stated from the doorway, "Ms. Michaels will be staying behind for some extracurriculars." This prompted my stomach to churn. Perhaps, I hadn't dodged anything... "I'm putting her on a cum-clense cycle. Poor thing hasn't been permitted climax in quite some time. Please make sure she stays put until I return. Shouldn't be more than an hour and a half or so."

"WHAT?!" I bellowed, spinning my head toward the door in horrified disbelief. Cum-clenses were essentially prolonged forced orgasm sessions. Up til now, the longest cycle I'd experienced was a half hour.

"Oh, don't pretend that you don't want it," Annabelle chided back at me. "I saw how badly you wanted a climax back in your cell. Now, you'll get to have dozens and dozens of them..."

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!" I shrieked after her, twisting pointlessly in my bonds.

Smirking, she held up her smartphone and dramatically tapped a green button on the screen. Suddenly, the anchor dildo trapped inside of me sprang to life. I winced as the violent vibrations caused the ridges of the dildo's scales to dig into my vaginal walls. As much as I had wanted an orgasm earlier, this was perhaps the worst and least comfortable way to go about it. This fucking hurt.

"Enjoy your cleanse, Ms. Michaels," she gloated as the door closed behind her.

"Uuuuuugh!!!!!!" I shrieked in helpless frustration. To my surprise, the sound of my scream appeared to trigger a response from my unwanted accessories. The vibrator's intensity suddenly dimmed to a low rumble, giving my vagina a moment of relief. But simultaneously, for the duration of my outburst, electricity suddenly began coursing painfully through my butt-plug and nipple coin tassels. As soon as my voice fell silent, the electricity ceased, and the vibrator returned to its unbearably strong intensity. Great, I thought. Nothing like a bit of predicament bondage to pass the time. The only way to stop myself from cumming over and over was to willfully subject my nipples and anus to electrocution...

My fists and toes clenched as I contemplated the sick brilliance of it all. Whatever was going to happen over the next hour and a half would effectively be my own doing. As a trained interrogator, I knew the technique well. It was an effective method for turning a prisoner against him or herself. Transitioning them into their own enemy. After a prolonged period of time of choosing one form of torture over another, it's only natural for the afflicted to begin to resent themselves for the paths that they choose. Anger is slowly replaced by sentiments of guilt and shame. Beneath all of the physical tortures, it's actually an assault on the mind. Designed to break down a person's sense of pride and self-worth. The reason why this method was so popular amongst interrogators across the world is that it fucking worked...

I held my breath to stop myself from screaming as my first orgasm crashed over me. The last thing I wanted after all this time being denied an orgasm was for my climax to be ruined by the vibrator suddenly shutting off. There would be a time in the near future where electricity would be preferable to my ecstasy, but for now, I was grateful for the sexual release I'd waited so long for. Once my involuntary convulsing and quivering finally ended, I resorted to groaning at a medium volume in order to ease the vibrator's relentless stimuli. As expected, the vibrator's intensity dimmed but anus and nipples paid the price. I grimaced as I fluctuated my volume louder and softer to find the perfect balance. I was already beginning to loathe my circumstances.

Regardless of the psychological outcome that my predicament bondage would have on me, one thing was for damn certain. The next hour and a half was going to be fucking brutal...