Dez
Assistant executioner
Here is an edited version of something I’ve been working on lately. It could end up as a novel, or a novella. Anyway, I haven’t posted in a long time and thought I’d give a taste of what I’ve been writing. If you enjoyed my other contributions such as A Traitor’s Anguish, or are a fan of Kristen Smart’s work, this might be pleasing…
AN EXAMPLE OF ANTARA
Antara ran. The oppressive humidity of the alien forest weighed upon her. Yet the girl launched herself through the twisted disarray of undergrowth as if none of the many dangers hidden from view existed. Jagged spiny stems and giant knife like leaves raked her exposed body, leaving evidence for the hideous beasts employed for tracking her.
The sounds of the vicious animals were nearing. Antara paused, breathing heavily she desperately surveyed her surroundings. Making for the trunk of a suitable tree she scrambled up as quickly as she could. Reaching the point where she could climb no further she wrapped dangling vines around her wrists to prevent slipping from the chosen branch. Voices of the men controlling the snorting, snarling beasts were close. She calmed her breathing; keeping perfectly still with her back against the enormous trunk.
They were directly under her hidden position. The tracking animals clawed at the ground near the foot of her tree. Antara held her breath. Her pulse thudding in her ears; she dared not move. Blinking sweat from her eyes she stole a glance at the hunters. Slowly she rested the back of her head against the rough bark and stayed silent.
”She must be above.”
Antara crouched low. Sweat collected in the creases of her belly, glistened on her lean muscular legs and streamed down her naked back, stinging her wounds. The threadbare scraps of cloth that barely concealed her intimate areas were dripping wet, and she knew the animals had picked up her scent. The creatures surrounded the tree. It was over.
The overseers secured their beasts and the young woman surrendered, slowly climbed down; she was soon in chains.
Antara was taken back to the compound of the mines.
Antara looked down at the polished granite floor.
”No one has or ever will be successful in escaping this facility.” The voice of assumed authority continued, “You are just a slave girl. You are nothing to us. However, it must be known that what you have tried we will not tolerate, and therefore instead of killing you, you shall be returned to your station at the mine. Of course your return will be sending a message to any others with the idea of leaving here, and by subjecting you to hard punishment, a deterrent.”
The authoritative figure paced in front of her, his eyes never leaving her.
”Prepare her.” Was the command given to the person Antara presumed was a medical scientist. The medic with a nod to his superior approached the girl.
”Please lift your arms.” He asked, and she complied. The garment removed from her was a small rectangular cloth with two lengths of thin vine that crossed diagonally from corner to corner, that left the girl’s back naked.
The medic produced a small circular disc adorned with five hooked prongs. He placed it on Antara’s bare chest over her heart and pressed the centre. The prongs snapped down burying the hooks into her pectoral muscle, making her wince.
”It will keep you alive, girl.” The medic whispered to her. She was directed over to a pair of manacles hanging from the stone above. Her hands were slipped through them and they automatically tightened around her wrists. A red light shone on each manacle, dangling not from chain, but thick cable that disappeared through a pulley in the ceiling.
The same process was applied to her feet, and with ankles secure to floor manacles, red lights shining, the cables above her silently retracted until only the tips of her toes touched the floor.
Now Antara looked directly at the individual in charge. His eyes violated her body. Wearing only a cord around her hips that held a ragged length of cloth hanging between her legs, she was otherwise naked. With her arms raised and outstretched, her small breasts were pulled flat against her chest. Her drawn in belly rose and fell with each breath, and embellishing the hard muscle, the swirls of her navel protruded.
As he slowly walked around her he admired her hard wiry body; hip bones and ribs jutted out in protest of her strenuous position. Every muscle in her back was visible under skin that was decorated with dozens of old scars from the overseer’s whip.
And below, buttocks a little too firm for his liking.
He moved close behind her, running his fingers through her cropped hair suddenly gripping it tight, pulled her head back. Breathing in her ear, “this will be extremely painful, but the disc on your chest will protect your vital organs from harm. Unfortunately, it has its drawbacks: it will also keep you conscious. You will feel every second.”
He released her hair. Facing her again, “I’m interested to see how much you can take. We have never had such a slight creature as yourself endure such…torment.”
He looked down to the disc and the blood trickling from the hook wounds, then to her nipples while a thick cord was forced between her teeth and tied tightly around her head.
As he walked back to the comfort of his chair, he gave a nod to the native creature behind the control panel. The lights on all four of Antara’s restraints changed from red to blue.
The girl gasped, her body tensed. Electrical current streamed through her wrist manacles, flooding her entire body, before exiting the ankle restraints.
The electrical flow was increased. Antara strained as every muscle on her young physique contracted to rigid sinews. A little more electricity and her core tightening even further; ropes of muscle stood out from her mons pubis to her sternum; teeth biting hard against the cord; buttocks clenched solid as were her fists. The sweat came quickly, and it drenched her; dripping from the dark hair that hung in front of her face.
”She’s resisting. Keep her in this state,” was the command.
Toes clenched leaving the girl suspended by her wrists. Fingers cramped unnaturally.
For an eternity she withstood this torture, although it was merely minutes.
Veins gilded arms, chest and stomach. Tendons threatened to tear in her neck and finally she could withstand the pain no longer and screamed like a girl should never scream.
And with that respite was given. Antara hung from her wrists. She breathed in irregular shudders. Sweat poured over every part of her in rivers of pain. Her nose bled.
This was not over for her. Only the beginning. Breaking the girl was stage one. The second stage was to rip the soul from her body.
Within a few minutes Antara’s torture continued. Now the electrical current had increased; her screams were immediate. Almost four hours of the session remained.
Antara returned to the mine. She had been in the punishment facility for eleven days.
Upon her arrival she was greeted by one of the overseers, who without hesitation led her to, and chained her between the two whipping pillars…
AN EXAMPLE OF ANTARA
The sounds of the vicious animals were nearing. Antara paused, breathing heavily she desperately surveyed her surroundings. Making for the trunk of a suitable tree she scrambled up as quickly as she could. Reaching the point where she could climb no further she wrapped dangling vines around her wrists to prevent slipping from the chosen branch. Voices of the men controlling the snorting, snarling beasts were close. She calmed her breathing; keeping perfectly still with her back against the enormous trunk.
They were directly under her hidden position. The tracking animals clawed at the ground near the foot of her tree. Antara held her breath. Her pulse thudding in her ears; she dared not move. Blinking sweat from her eyes she stole a glance at the hunters. Slowly she rested the back of her head against the rough bark and stayed silent.
”She must be above.”
Antara crouched low. Sweat collected in the creases of her belly, glistened on her lean muscular legs and streamed down her naked back, stinging her wounds. The threadbare scraps of cloth that barely concealed her intimate areas were dripping wet, and she knew the animals had picked up her scent. The creatures surrounded the tree. It was over.
The overseers secured their beasts and the young woman surrendered, slowly climbed down; she was soon in chains.
Antara was taken back to the compound of the mines.
Antara looked down at the polished granite floor.
”No one has or ever will be successful in escaping this facility.” The voice of assumed authority continued, “You are just a slave girl. You are nothing to us. However, it must be known that what you have tried we will not tolerate, and therefore instead of killing you, you shall be returned to your station at the mine. Of course your return will be sending a message to any others with the idea of leaving here, and by subjecting you to hard punishment, a deterrent.”
The authoritative figure paced in front of her, his eyes never leaving her.
”Prepare her.” Was the command given to the person Antara presumed was a medical scientist. The medic with a nod to his superior approached the girl.
”Please lift your arms.” He asked, and she complied. The garment removed from her was a small rectangular cloth with two lengths of thin vine that crossed diagonally from corner to corner, that left the girl’s back naked.
The medic produced a small circular disc adorned with five hooked prongs. He placed it on Antara’s bare chest over her heart and pressed the centre. The prongs snapped down burying the hooks into her pectoral muscle, making her wince.
”It will keep you alive, girl.” The medic whispered to her. She was directed over to a pair of manacles hanging from the stone above. Her hands were slipped through them and they automatically tightened around her wrists. A red light shone on each manacle, dangling not from chain, but thick cable that disappeared through a pulley in the ceiling.
The same process was applied to her feet, and with ankles secure to floor manacles, red lights shining, the cables above her silently retracted until only the tips of her toes touched the floor.
Now Antara looked directly at the individual in charge. His eyes violated her body. Wearing only a cord around her hips that held a ragged length of cloth hanging between her legs, she was otherwise naked. With her arms raised and outstretched, her small breasts were pulled flat against her chest. Her drawn in belly rose and fell with each breath, and embellishing the hard muscle, the swirls of her navel protruded.
As he slowly walked around her he admired her hard wiry body; hip bones and ribs jutted out in protest of her strenuous position. Every muscle in her back was visible under skin that was decorated with dozens of old scars from the overseer’s whip.
And below, buttocks a little too firm for his liking.
He moved close behind her, running his fingers through her cropped hair suddenly gripping it tight, pulled her head back. Breathing in her ear, “this will be extremely painful, but the disc on your chest will protect your vital organs from harm. Unfortunately, it has its drawbacks: it will also keep you conscious. You will feel every second.”
He released her hair. Facing her again, “I’m interested to see how much you can take. We have never had such a slight creature as yourself endure such…torment.”
He looked down to the disc and the blood trickling from the hook wounds, then to her nipples while a thick cord was forced between her teeth and tied tightly around her head.
As he walked back to the comfort of his chair, he gave a nod to the native creature behind the control panel. The lights on all four of Antara’s restraints changed from red to blue.
The girl gasped, her body tensed. Electrical current streamed through her wrist manacles, flooding her entire body, before exiting the ankle restraints.
The electrical flow was increased. Antara strained as every muscle on her young physique contracted to rigid sinews. A little more electricity and her core tightening even further; ropes of muscle stood out from her mons pubis to her sternum; teeth biting hard against the cord; buttocks clenched solid as were her fists. The sweat came quickly, and it drenched her; dripping from the dark hair that hung in front of her face.
”She’s resisting. Keep her in this state,” was the command.
Toes clenched leaving the girl suspended by her wrists. Fingers cramped unnaturally.
For an eternity she withstood this torture, although it was merely minutes.
Veins gilded arms, chest and stomach. Tendons threatened to tear in her neck and finally she could withstand the pain no longer and screamed like a girl should never scream.
And with that respite was given. Antara hung from her wrists. She breathed in irregular shudders. Sweat poured over every part of her in rivers of pain. Her nose bled.
This was not over for her. Only the beginning. Breaking the girl was stage one. The second stage was to rip the soul from her body.
Within a few minutes Antara’s torture continued. Now the electrical current had increased; her screams were immediate. Almost four hours of the session remained.
Antara returned to the mine. She had been in the punishment facility for eleven days.
Upon her arrival she was greeted by one of the overseers, who without hesitation led her to, and chained her between the two whipping pillars…