tankard against his lips again. Kianto stretched to help Deran, but the chains pulled down his hands before he could reach the boy.
“Damn you, Donego! Don’t do this to him!”
“There is no other way!”
The clear liquid spilled over Deran’s chin and clothes while he fought with hands and feet. The boy sputtered and sneezed, but still Donego held him fast and made him swallow more than what dripped down. Only when the tankard was half empty did he let go. Deran wiped his mouth, spat and turned to flee. Donego watched him run through the next room and heard him climb down. He put down the tankard, grimacing with disgust.
“He’ll tell the elders and his family,” Kianto said. “And then the Rahenians will stand up once more.”
Donego turned upon the other man’s glee.
“We’ll see.”
* * * *
“What did you do to Donego?” Kianto asked when Won Ta Ki led him back to her chamber. Her girlfriends fell quiet behind them and Won Ta Ki cocked her head as if to find out where the question came from. “Why does he support your cause?”
“Lie down.” She left him no choice, one hand firm on his shoulder. Her strength was amazing as ever and again he lay flat on his back. “You have too many questions, Kianto.”
“You have too few answers yet.”
“Right.” Won Ta Ki took her time to take away all the tethers. He massaged his wrists and wanted to get up. She held him down. “And my time here is precious.” She used the beladis- muzzle to gag him and gently stroked his face when he struggled and tried to pull it off. She held his hands. “Don’t fight me. I am the one doing good. Now relax and we will talk when your muscles are no longer sore.”
Kianto still fought her eight-fingered hands when she pressed him into the floor. Soon he was enclosed by the fibers and felt the tiny teeth getting to work on his skin. He struggled to get up only to realize that the floor was nothing but another way to bind him. He was sucked under, screaming against the gag. The floor closed around and above him, giving him the illusion he was sinking deep. He saw nothing but long red fingers around him and feared suffocation. Yet, with a great intake of air he found out he could still breathe. Only his movement was hampered by the stuff around him. Unable to change the situation, he gave in as he had done before. His skin was pricked and gently bitten, his soles massaged. The small murinjin worked along his body, even exploring private areas. The sensation left him no choice but to enjoy the alien creature. His muscles turned to jelly, he forgot to fight, and he even forgot to be angry with Won Ta Ki and Donego. For a time uncounted, he floated weightless, thoughtless, embraced like a child in a womb.
He shivered when he surfaced and his orientation was worse than while being blindfolded. Kianto lay panting and freezing and tried to remember how the day had passed without him noticing. Outside it was too dark to see the outlines of the village in the distance. Only a few torches burnt.
Won Ta Ki came to him, a tankard in her hand.
“I will take off the gag now and you will remain quiet. If not, there will be no drink and no food.”
Kianto wondered why she spoke so stern with him. He could not remember having done something wrong. He simply nodded and the gag vanished. Kianto drank and waited until Won Ta Ki’s girlfriend brought some bits of food for him. It was not enough to satisfy his hunger, but better than nothing.
When the plates were gone, two of Won Ta Ki’s girlfriends sat beside him and began nibbling his toes. He watched what they were doing with growing arousal and when Won Ta Ki joined and caressed his belly to hunt further down, he did not want to remember the day. In the maze of his few thoughts he hardly noted that after meeting with the murinjin all of his pubic hair was gone as well as the rest of his body hair. His chest was smooth and very sensitive when Won Ta Ki ran her small split
“Damn you, Donego! Don’t do this to him!”
“There is no other way!”
The clear liquid spilled over Deran’s chin and clothes while he fought with hands and feet. The boy sputtered and sneezed, but still Donego held him fast and made him swallow more than what dripped down. Only when the tankard was half empty did he let go. Deran wiped his mouth, spat and turned to flee. Donego watched him run through the next room and heard him climb down. He put down the tankard, grimacing with disgust.
“He’ll tell the elders and his family,” Kianto said. “And then the Rahenians will stand up once more.”
Donego turned upon the other man’s glee.
“We’ll see.”
* * * *
“What did you do to Donego?” Kianto asked when Won Ta Ki led him back to her chamber. Her girlfriends fell quiet behind them and Won Ta Ki cocked her head as if to find out where the question came from. “Why does he support your cause?”
“Lie down.” She left him no choice, one hand firm on his shoulder. Her strength was amazing as ever and again he lay flat on his back. “You have too many questions, Kianto.”
“You have too few answers yet.”
“Right.” Won Ta Ki took her time to take away all the tethers. He massaged his wrists and wanted to get up. She held him down. “And my time here is precious.” She used the beladis- muzzle to gag him and gently stroked his face when he struggled and tried to pull it off. She held his hands. “Don’t fight me. I am the one doing good. Now relax and we will talk when your muscles are no longer sore.”
Kianto still fought her eight-fingered hands when she pressed him into the floor. Soon he was enclosed by the fibers and felt the tiny teeth getting to work on his skin. He struggled to get up only to realize that the floor was nothing but another way to bind him. He was sucked under, screaming against the gag. The floor closed around and above him, giving him the illusion he was sinking deep. He saw nothing but long red fingers around him and feared suffocation. Yet, with a great intake of air he found out he could still breathe. Only his movement was hampered by the stuff around him. Unable to change the situation, he gave in as he had done before. His skin was pricked and gently bitten, his soles massaged. The small murinjin worked along his body, even exploring private areas. The sensation left him no choice but to enjoy the alien creature. His muscles turned to jelly, he forgot to fight, and he even forgot to be angry with Won Ta Ki and Donego. For a time uncounted, he floated weightless, thoughtless, embraced like a child in a womb.
He shivered when he surfaced and his orientation was worse than while being blindfolded. Kianto lay panting and freezing and tried to remember how the day had passed without him noticing. Outside it was too dark to see the outlines of the village in the distance. Only a few torches burnt.
Won Ta Ki came to him, a tankard in her hand.
“I will take off the gag now and you will remain quiet. If not, there will be no drink and no food.”
Kianto wondered why she spoke so stern with him. He could not remember having done something wrong. He simply nodded and the gag vanished. Kianto drank and waited until Won Ta Ki’s girlfriend brought some bits of food for him. It was not enough to satisfy his hunger, but better than nothing.
When the plates were gone, two of Won Ta Ki’s girlfriends sat beside him and began nibbling his toes. He watched what they were doing with growing arousal and when Won Ta Ki joined and caressed his belly to hunt further down, he did not want to remember the day. In the maze of his few thoughts he hardly noted that after meeting with the murinjin all of his pubic hair was gone as well as the rest of his body hair. His chest was smooth and very sensitive when Won Ta Ki ran her small split
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