Chapter 4



Eyrecae awoke with the first light coming through the light holes in the roof. She was stiff from the position of her arms, but she was in a better condition than a normal person would be.

As if on cue, there was the tramp of feet, and the two Angelii appeared. Tasaril unlocked the prison, then locked it behind her them. Aeothir was carrying a small bag over her shoulder.

“Slept well, slave? Aeothir asked, walking over while her sword-sister went to the other side.

“Yes, Mistress, Eyrecae said with a yawn.

“Highness wants you.”

The two seized Eyrecae and pulled her up to her feet. While Tasaril held her still, Aeothir opened her bag and drew out long coils of grey rope. With this they tightly bound Eyrecae’s wrists, elbows and breasts win tight knots. Then attaching ropes to the chastity belt, and winding some around her upper body, Eyrecae was bound harder and tighter than with the chains. Her leg manacles remained, but her wrist cuffs and their joining chain was removed.

“Come, Tasaril ordered, attaching a leash to the collar and pulling Eyrecae away.



The Empress was sitting at a table dressed in a fine silk robe, her wife sitting beside her, while at her feet was yet another naked and bound slave.

How many does she have?, Eyrecae wondered in amazement. That slave was licking her Mistress leg lasciviously.

“Ah, Eyrecae. Good morning.”

“Morning, Lord.”

Calistanae looked at her sternly. No. Angels, punish her.”

Tasaril held Eyrecae still while her sword-sister used her shock gauntlet to deliver jolts into their captive.

When Eyrecae had been zapped the third time and was struggling desperately, the Empress held up her hand. I am not Lord now. You are helpless, your body is mine to take and control. What am I?”

“You are my Mistress, Eyrecae admitted. The Empress had to be humoured, as she was paying her the massive sum each day.

“Good. I sense that you are stubborn and free willed still. That will not continue. Though I like your spirit, I do like nice tame girls like Sapphire here. She caressed the human who was licking her. You have to be broken in. Today my wife will supervise your punishment. Tomorrow you will train me as a Sciian, and it will be a day where you are not owned by me. The day after you are free to do as you wish outside the palace. When you return though to this building, you must wear my collar again, or our arrangement is ended.”

Eyrecae nodded. What am I being punished for, Mistress?”

“For asking questions you have no right to know the answer of, Calistanae said with a wicked smirk.

There was silence, and Eyrecae tried to think of a question or comment that would sate her curiosity. Mistress, will I meet your other slaves?”

“Oh yes. You will meet them very soon, and very personally. Angels of Justice, take her to the dungeons, and do not allow her to come until my wife says she deserves it. Make her scream!”



Varnia rose and pointed back the way they had come, and soon Eyrecae was being dragged away. She fought, but bound as she was, there was nothing she could do. If she was honest, Eyrecae was a little worried about just how much they would think her capable of. She could regenerate mortal wounds in seconds, of course, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel pain.

“Do I get a safe word? she asked as she was dragged down the stairs to the dungeon.

At first there was no answer, but once they were in the dungeon, Tasaril answered. You will use the word galith, she decided. It meant moon in Eldarai.”

“Yes, Mistress, Eyrecae decided.

The Angelii dragged her to a clear area, and Aeothir held her still while her sword-sister went to use some wall mounted controls.

“I’m not sure why you are so paranoid about me escaping. After all, I’m being paid to do this, she grumbled.

Aeothir clenched her gauntlet over her captive’s left breast and sent a jolt of agony down it.

Eyrecae screamed at the pain and fought, but the Angelii simply pushed her to the floor and put a heavy boot on her neck.

The sound of clanks and chinks could be heard, but the boot forced Eyrecae’s gaze away from the fun being prepared for her. Then, suddenly, she was lifted, head and foot across the floor and laid face down. One of the guards held her while another snapped a chain onto her right ankle. Then her legs were unchained and a separate cuff to her left ankle. The two cuffs were not joined, but spread her legs out in an inverted V shape.

Eyrecae was pulled to her feet, but she found it hard to balance with her arms still bound. Therein was a quandary for the guards, for to release her hands would make her able to fight back.

“I’m not going to resist, she said wearily. Just so you decide you need a sedative or something.”

The two Eldorai did not answer, but did hear her, for they untied her, while they readied her arm restraints. One for each wrist, making her appear in profile to be an X shape, with wrists and ankles spread wide.

“Thank you, Tasaril whispered softly as she tied a tight blindfold in place.

“Anything for two such sexy Mistresses, Eyrecae whispered back.

She didn’t get punished, for she guessed they enjoyed the compliment. Still, she felt horribly vulnerable, and even more so when the chastity belt was removed to leave her totally naked.



The door behind her opened, and the sound of footsteps came towards Eyrecae.

“Mistress, we welcome you, the Angelii said as one.

“Arise, Angels, Varnia said and walked until she stood behind Eyrecae. By my reckoning it is ten in the morning. That means we have at least seven hours to play. Won’t that be nice? she whispered in Eyrecae’s pointed ear. Her hand quested down to her captive’s exposed and clean shaved pussy. Her fingers were gentle, and no woman could resist being aroused by the soft probing.

“I do believe I asked you a question, slave.”

“If you say it will be nice, Mistress, came the distracted reply.

“Oh, for me it will be. For you…we shall see. Her hands left Eyrecae’s body and there was silence. My wife is a great one at breaking even haughty slaves like you, my darling, Varnia said after a moment. We are going to hurt you. A lot. It was a statement of fact, not even a threat. We will obey your safe word, but we shall expect you to repay our kindness.”

Eyrecae was more than a little tense. She tested the chains, but they felt too strong to break. She guessed she’d test them to the utmost before the seven hours of pain had passed.



“Whip her back and ass, Varnia ordered.

There was a tense silence, and then the first whip, much harsher than the one the day before, slashed home. Eyrecae struggled, biting back a cry.

“So it is true…you do heal so fast that we are left to wonder, Varnia mused. Harder, Angels! We must make her wish she never had this gift.”

“Wait, no! Eyrecae shouted desperately.

“A problem, slave? Why have you not addressed me correctly?”

“I don’t want-, she began.

One gauntlet yanked her white hair back and held her mouth open while the other shoved a gag in. A wad of cloth was shoved in and harsh tape covered her lips so barely any sound could emerge.

“What you want is irrelevant. Whip her! Varnia shouted.

Eyrecae tried not to cry, but it was hard. Trapped by the chains, she could only bite on the gag. Her fangs pierced it and cut into her lower gums, but this was a distraction from the whipping. Ten, twenty, thirty strokes, tireless and sharp sliced home on her, and she screamed into the gag, stamped her foot and wrenched with all her strength.

Nothing she could do could end it, but she could hear in between cracks a moaning sound. Eyrecae guessed it was Varnia pleasing herself by watching her captive’s torment. A final sigh was what finally stopped the beating. Enough, Angels, Varnia said hoarsely.

Eyrecae’s back and ass were covered in a sheen of blood, but the wounds were already healed. It hurt, but the pain faded only a little slower than the wounds.

“You are tough, little slave…and so adorable to see screaming. But this wasn’t testing you, was it? Be honest.”

Eyrecae was trapped. If she admitted it was easy then they’d do something far more painful, but if she said it was hard she’d be lying, and probably punished anyway. She shook her head.

“Good slut…honest slut…and what’s this? she asked, her finger caressing Eyrecae’s pussy. It was wet, almost dripping. You little slut. You enjoyed a whipping that would have sent most people into a screaming wreck!”

Eyrecae couldn’t answer, and so stayed silent. She felt aroused now, as she always did when she was hurt that way.

Varnia chuckled in a cruel way and her hands left Eyrecae again. Well, that didn’t take more than half hour. What shall we do next? Ah yes. Tasaril, get the braziers and the branding irons.”

Eyrecae’s eyes in the blindfold widened and she shook her head desperately. She clicked her fingers, but she could here the clink of a metal object being set down, and the heat on her front as it was lit.

“You know the marks will not stay, slave. So what are you complaining about? Varnia asked in the tone of a stern mother.

Eyrecae wanted to say I don’t know, perhaps it’s the intense agony?’, but she was fortunately gagged. She shook her head again.

“What’s this, the great Dark Star can’t even handle a little touch of heat? I’m not going to do it on anywhere too sensitive, she added.

Unable to resist, but with her pride aroused to the challenge, Eyrecae accepted and nodded.



She could only feel the heat of the metal as it neared her, and though she struggled, she could not escape. The burning iron touched her. Instantly she sagged and her breath caught. Then Eyrecae screamed a sobbing cry of agony only partly held by the gag. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, but already the pain on her ass was lessening slowly. Burns hurt for longer than other wounds, and it was a minute before she could stand properly.

“That wasn’t so terrible, was it? Varnia said behind her. Now, we’re going to play a nice game. It’s called a rock and a hard place’. Would you rather ten whip strokes or one touch of the brand? Look left for the first, and right for the second.”

Eyrecae quickly looked left, hoping it wasn’t a trick.

“So be it. Whip her inside thighs.”

The Ulharii knew how much it would hurt, but even that didn’t prepare her for the stinging as five whip cuts to each thigh cut into her.

“Enjoy that? I did, Varnia informed her. I’m almost ready for my dear Angels to pleasure me. Not quite yet though. I wonder how you’ll take a brand to the nipple?”

Eyrecae wrenched at her bonds and shook her head.

“You want it, don’t lie. In fact, you’re going to agree to it. Nod when you want me to brand your nipples? she ordered.

Her slave shook her head defiantly. That pain would be too much even for her, she reckoned.

“Whip her front, and don’t spare her breasts or cunt. She will agree soon enough.”

The first whip curled around her left breast and rasped a bloody mark there, making the Ulharii cry in pain.

“Pain is so wonderful to watch. Continue, my Angels.”

The whips cut in, and Eyrecae defiantly stayed stubborn until one expert lash struck her pussy. This scream was higher than any she had given so far, and she nodded rapidly and quickly. It had hurt enough to make her cry, which was painful indeed.

“You see? Everyone has their price. Put the screws on her nipples.”

Eyrecae soon felt her breasts being held, and then there was pain as something like a clamp was tightened on until it hurt.

Now, through the darkness of her blindfold she could see a point of light as the brand advanced. She tried to turn away, but one of the Angelii forced her to be still.

The pain was enough to blank Eyrecae out. Her scream trailed off and her dead slumped forward. Soon she was conscious again, and feeling very unhappy.



A voice close to her ear, Varnia’s was much softer and nicer. You are a diamond indeed, slave. Accept this pleasure.”

Eyrecae nodded. She felt like release such as rarely before. Even the branding was arousing to her, but it was all just pent up frustration without something to touch her clit.

Hands moved over her hips and something was tightly tied up against her crotch. A switch was flicked and it buzzed and sung an erotic music to her body. Eyrecae arched her back and ground her hips forward, feeling her arousal rise higher and higher. She was desperate for release, for she had had almost two days of arousal but no outlet. Desperately, she funnelled her arousal into making this orgasm the best in many years.

With a moaning cry she crested the wave and let out a long, wailing sigh into the gag. She barely felt the gag being removed, and she only just recovered in time for the gag to be removed.

“What do you say, slave?”

“Thank you, Mistress! Eyrecae replied happily. She was still in a happy place from the intense power of the orgasm.

“I think one good turn deserves another. I do something for you, you do something for me.”

“What do you wish of me, Mistress? Eyrecae asked.

“Don’t go anywhere…and scream for me.”

Before she could reply, things were being stuck onto Eyrecae’s breasts, stomach and around her pussy. She didn’t understand, but then the first zap tore into her and she whimpered. Without even so much as a gag to bite on, there was nothing to prevent the electrodes shocking her.

Though she was well distracted by her own pain, she could hear moans coming from nearby, and she guessed Varnia and the two guards were enjoying her discomfit.

Eyrecae hadn’t meant to scream, but when the electrode on her clit zapped her, she couldn’t contain it. It burst out, and her struggles and cries only made the sounds of her captor’s more aroused.

She didn’t know how long had passed, for the shocks were not even, but it must have been at least ten minutes before they stopped, and a hand caressed her body again.

“I do believe I shall enjoy having you as my slave. You make me come hard. Seeing you scream is indeed fun. You know what else? We still have six hours of fun left!”

Eyrecae swallowed nervously. Yes, Mistress.”

“I long to make you pleasure me, and you will, you have no choice, but not yet. Angels, stretch her.”

At first it was barely noticeable, but soon her feet left the floor and her arms stretched up taut. Eyrecae was now suspended totally in air, racked by her chains, but not painfully yet. They didn’t want to hurt her to the point that she had broken bones, only to show her who controlled her.

“I have work to do. Angels, get the chair and put her on it. I shall return in an hour, and I expect her to be ready for her next punishment. You may play with her until then.”

“Thank you, Mistress, they chorused, and then the door was closed.



Eyrecae did not, and could not resist as they lowered her to the ground and undid her wrists. They bound them tight behind her back again with rope. Her ankles and knees were also bound with rope though, and the cursed chastity belt was locked on.

The Angelii dragged her, still blindfolded, over the floor and then removed the cloth over her eyes. One of them was already stripping, while the other knelt behind Eyrecae and held her still.

Finally, Tasaril, who had gone second the day before spread her legs and Eyrecae was pushed forward. This time it was different though; the two Eldorai were more demanding, and punished her if they thought she lagged. And so Eyrecae accepted the prize before her and licked it, first starting with the area around the labia, and then going deeper, before finally going for the clitoris.

With a final sigh, Tasaril pushed the slave away. She did not move to get dressed though, and smiled. Sister, perhaps we should enjoy this slave a little more? I will fetch a bowl of water, and something to pleasure us.”

Aeothir seemed to understand, for she eagerly forced Eyrecae over to a low bench and played with her captive’s body to arouse her. Soon, the naked Angelii was back holding a wide bowl of water and a thick strap on dildo.

The bowl was set down, and Eyrecae’s head was dunked into it and held, despite the feeble struggles. Eventually Eyrecae was pulled loose and held dripping and spluttering to the bench.

Tasaril reappeared, redressed in her armour and took over dunking her helpless slave’s head into the water until Eyrecae’s lungs were burning. She was pulled out and dumped to the floor. Unable to get up easily because of her bonds, Eyrecae got her breath back weakly on the ground.

Hands bent Eyrecae over the bench while in her peripheral vision she saw Aeothir now naked and wearing a smile as she advanced with the dildo. The end of it was shoved into Eyrecae’s mouth and tied in place, then the Eldorai spread her legs on the bench, and Tasaril took hold of their slave’s hair.

With a thrust, Eyrecae’s head was forced forward, with the dildo, into Aeothir’s waiting vagina. A moan of pleasure greeted that, and soon Tasaril was forcing Eyrecae into a steady rhythm that aroused and excited the other Angel until she let out a final moan and moved aside.

The gag was pulled out, and Eyrecae was given the job of licking Aeothir’s pussy clean, and when that was done she was dunked a few more times while Aeothir dressed.



‘The chair was an immoveable seat designed to restrain a captive totally. Over a dozen steel bands were used to secure a prisoner, and soon the Angelii had Eyrecae restrained and helpless.

Eyrecae was sitting, legs spread apart and secured onto two long boards that kept her from closing her legs, and left her pussy exposed. Her arms were by her side straight down and there secured at wrists and below the shoulder. Each restraint was screwed into place so there was no easy way to escape.

The final screw had been barely tightened when the door opened.

The two Angelii knelt. Mistress, we have prepared your slave.”

“Good. Slave, escape. You have five minutes to be free. Go.”

Eyrecae knew this was a game she had no hope of beating. She struggled a little, but there was no chance of her getting free in a hundred years, let alone five minutes.

Varnia obviously knew that, but wanted to have some sport anyway, producing a long shock rod and using it to zap her prisoner and make her twitch. Finally, the Empress wife bored of the game and ordered the Angelii to return the slave to her cell.

“You will get to know this chair well, slut. Bind her, Angels, and leave her food, then join me. No playing.”



Eyrecae was soon back in her cell, chained as she had been in the morning, and with the cursed chastity belt locked on. One concession was that her wrists were chained in front of her, though still attached to the leg manacles.

Exhausted and horny, she lay back, and she knew it was barely even midday. What they would do to her she had no idea, and no choice but to find out!