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Subject: FANTASIA: The Traitor (mf, nc, sm, bd, etc)
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WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the
following: Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain,
torture, incest, degradation, underage characters. If these
things offend you, do not read.
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THE TRAITOR
by V.P. Viddler
Physically they couldn't touch me; but psychologically they
could do anything they wanted. And psychologically I was an open
book to them now. My personality, my character, my needs, my
lusts--anything they could work on.
Waiting in my cell, I knew it was coming. Lust is always the
weak spot. And if you find a man's particular, individual, most
deep-seated kind of lust, you've got him. Or so they thought. It
was my job to show that they were wrong.
I must not give in. Although it would be so easy. And bring
me freedom. Wealth. Security. And satisfaction of lust. But I
would not be a traitor. I would not divulge that so crucial bit
of information, which my captors wanted so badly that they would
go to any lengths to attain it. I waited, knowing this test would
be the worst of all.
The girl who came into the room was, not surprisingly,
exactly the kind of woman I would have drawn on for my most
intensely erotic fantasies. Young, not more than twenty. Fairly
tall, but not too much. Dark brown hair, long, straight, supple
as it hung down past her shoulders. A truly lovely face,
delectable features. Soft brown eyes. Smooth skin. A soft, full-
lipped, slightly pouting mouth. Wearing a thin blue sweater top,
snug around her breasts, showing the small button shapes of
nipples poking out of the cloth. And a short black skirt. If she
wore any makeup at all, it was totally inconspicuous. A figure
that was amazingly sensuous, curvy, shapely--without being
vulgarly voluptuous. Her breasts were upstanding, round, mouth-
watering against that clinging top, but not out of proportion to
her body. And her legs, stockingless, were long, so long and
curvy below that skirt, supple, lissome, ripply calves, luscious,
gorgeous, breathtaking thighs.
A girl of my dreams.
Oh, they were good, all right.
But I hadn't seen anything yet. The girl stood just outside
of my cell, giving me an unobstructed view of her through the
bars. "I am Jan," the girl said. A soft but clear voice, with no
hint of accent. An American? But how-- And then, with a
suddenness, a docility, and a submissive grace which took my
breath away, she sank down to her knees on the hard, cold floor.
I knew at that moment that they had found it all inside me.
And were about to use it. No matter who or what stood in the way.
I had to put up a fight, and I had to start now.
"Look," I said, "it's no good. I mean that. I'm not going to
give them what they want. That's all. I can't. I just can't. So
don't bother to do anything. You're awfully attractive, you're
certainly tempting, but I can't. All right?"
The girl--Jan--didn't move. "Do you know what they will do
to me if you don't?" she said.
"No," I said. "And it doesn't matter. I can't do it, and
that's it."
"Do you know what they will do to me?" Jan said again. "They
will torture me. They will torture me horribly, in all the ways
they know. And they will not stop until you tell them."
"Why?" I said. "Do they think that pity for you will make me
talk? That's--"
"No," Jan said. "They think my pain will arouse you. That
you will find my agony so exciting that you will do anything to
have me."
"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"If you tell them, you will spare me that," Jan said. "You
will probably save my life. I will be most grateful. If you do
that, you can have me anyway. Right now."
"I'm sorry," I said. "It's a tempting offer, and I would
certainly wish to avoid any suffering you may be forced to
undergo; but I can't do that. Nothing at all will make me do
that. Not pity for you, not lust for your body, and not arousal
at your pain. Nothing."
"Listen," Jan said. "Just listen to me. Please. Think of
anything you'd like to do to a woman. Anything. Think of
everything you'd like a woman to do to you. Things you've never
done, things you could never ask a woman to do. Evil things.
Filthy things. Unthinkable things. Anything. I'll do it for you.
I'll do it all. Anything. Anything at all, anything you want. I
swear it. I'll do things you can only dream about. As much as you
want. I don't care what it takes, I don't care what I have to do.
I'll do it. Please. I'm begging you. For my life, for my sanity.
If I have to submit to their torture, I can't do it. Please.
Anything you want. Anything. Please. For god's sweet sake,
please."
"Jan," I said. "I can't say how sorry I am. But I can't help
you. I can't and I won't turn traitor. Not for anything."
Jan said nothing for a long time, but knelt there, swaying
slightly, and, it looked to me, trying to stay calm. I saw her
swallow. At last she took a long, quivering breath, and got
slowly to her feet.
"In that case," Jan said, "I must prepare myself, in
compliance with my orders." And, slowly but deliberately, Jan
began to take off her clothes. Facing me as she did.
I almost cried out with arousal as Jan pulled that tight
sweater off over her head, baring her breasts. Naked above the
waist, Jan stood and let me look my full at those high, luscious,
quivering, pink-nippled breasts.
Now Jan unbuttoned that short sexy skirt, unzipping it, and
letting it fall around her feet. Showing all of those legs, those
fantastically enticing thighs. Now Jan slowly took her panties
off. And stood naked.
My throat was dry. That body. God, but I wanted it. But I
said nothing. Now Jan took off the watch on her wrist. And a pin
from her hair. And a ring from her finger. "I must take off
everything," Jan said. "They want nothing on my body. Nothing but
my nakedness."
"You're beautiful," I couldn't help saying.
"Thank you," Jan said. Slowly, she turned for me, showing me
her body from all angles. "If you wish to change your mind," Jan
said. "You still can. Please. This is the last chance. I'll be
good for you. I'll be so good. Anything. Please. Oh god, please."
"I'm sorry," I said. I wanted to turn away from her, but I
couldn't; I was too fascinated by that body, and by what she was
doing now.
I thought I saw tears, but, blinking them back, Jan moved
slowly to a small table on one side. And picked up what lay on
it--a glittering pair of metal handcuffs. My throat caught. As
Jan placed one of the cuffs around her left wrist. And closed it.
Tightly. I could see that the cuffs had padding on the inside;
but Jan closed it so tightly around that wrist, pressing it home
until she couldn't press any harder, that I was sure it was most
painful. And now Jan did the same thing with the other cuff, on
her right wrist. The chain separating the cuffs was about eight
inches long.
Now, with wrists manacled, Jan took hold of a small wooden
chair against one wall, and pulled it out into the middle of the
room. Looking up toward the ceiling, she placed it most carefully
in a particualr spot. Following her look, I saw, strangely for
the first time, a large metal hook affixed to the ceiling, just
above the chair now. My stomach did a sinking thing as the
implication hit me. I saw unmistakable fear on Jan's face now;
but obviously nothing was stronger than the fear of what would
happen if she did not follow the orders she'd been given. No
matter how cruel or inhuman they might be.
Now, although shaking a bit with fright, Jan climbed up onto
that chair, standing for a moment on the seat, trying to work up
her courage. But she must do what she must do. Slowly, carefully
raising her arms, Jan brought her manacled wrists up toward the
waiting hook. I couldn't believe this was actually happening in
front of me. Jan stretched her arms as high as she could; but the
chain of the cuffs would not quite go over the hook. Jan had to
stand up on her toes, trying to hold her balance while straining
to reach up for that hook. My loins throbbed at the sight of that
tautly straining body, those legs flexing and rippling, those
breasts pulling up, tightening. And now the chain was over the
hook, and Jan was standing tall and taut, still straining on her
toes, half-hanging by her painfully manacled wrists.
But Jan was not finished. Drawing in her breath, and with a
great, terrible effort, she pulled herself up, clear of the
chair; and now, with an awful, inhuman, utterly despairing cry,
Jan kicked out at that chair, knocking it over and away; and now
Jan could do nothing but hang from her wrists.
Which she did.
Hanging there. Agonizinglyh stretched. Arms straight,
straining. Body taut. Breasts high and tight. Legs dangling,
moving slowly, occasionally reaching reflexively but in vain for
the floor two feet below her. Twisting slowly in the air.
Breathing harshly at first. Then panting. Then moaning. Head
hanging back, hair dangling down her back. Or dropping forward.
Or occasionally erect, looking at me. Accusingly? Pleadingly?
But I could do nothing for her now, even if I gave in, at
least until somebody came. My heart, my soul went out to her. But
my loins, my lusts, gazed at that wickedly stimulating sight. I
didn't know how long she could last that way; that body was
stretched so taut; so obviously in agony; but what could she do?
Helpless, utterly helpless, Jan hung there. Twisting so slowly.
So deliciously. In front of me.
"Jan," I said at last, when I could speak. "How long--how
long must you stay there?"
Jan's voice came out in panting breaths. "I--don't know,"
Jan said. "Until they come. And then--still--"
"God," I said. "I--I know you're in pain. I--"
"Oh god," Jan said. "You don't know. How it hurts. God, it
hurts. I can't stand it. I can't."
"I'm sure they'll come soon," I said.
"No," Jan said. "No. Not soon. They want me to stay this
way. They want you to watch me like this. It could be--hours.
Days."
"My god!" I said. "No."
"I'll faint soon," Jan said. "Dear god, let me faint soon.
Oh Christ in heaven. Oh Christ."
"I wish I could--" I said, but I stopped.
Jan's words came out as moans now. "If--" Jan said. "If
you--when they--if you told them--"
"No," I said.
"You could have me," Jan said. "Before they--"
"I can't," I said.
"That's what they thought," Jan said. "They'll torture me
for you. That's what will do it. They want you to watch as they
do things to me. They want you to hear me screaming. Until you
want to do it to me too. If you tell them, they'll let you
torture me. Any way you want."
"I won't," I said.
"You will," Jan said. "You want me now. Don't you?"
"Yes," I said. "But--"
"When I'm screaming," Jan said. "When I'm twisting with pain
and losing control of my bowels and begging them to stop,
promising to do anything for them if only they'll stop, you'll
want to do that to me too. You'll do anything for that. You'll
give it all to them, and then you'll torture me and make me
scream for you and you'll have my body, all of it, and I'll do
anything you want. But it will be too late. For me."
But I would not give in.
It was hours until they came. Hours of Jan moaning and
crying and pleading with God. And with me. And they came at last.
They didn't take Jan down. They left her there, as they
whipped that body viciously, whipping it all over. Slowly.
Methodically. Sadistically. Whipping Jan's back first, with Jan
howling in agony and anguish, twisting and writhing and kicking
wildly, convulsing and squirming and thrashing under the
merciless, rhythmic, unceasing punishment of that whip. And
screaming. Howling, yelling, screeching, shrieking. And begging.
As she had said she would. Promising, frantically, all sorts of
forbidden pleasures and dark delights, pleading with piteous
desperation. In vain, of course. And then the whip moved to Jan's
legs. Those kicking, thrashing thighs. And her buttocks. Striped
with lash marks. All over. And Jan's breasts. And I, watching it
all. In pity. In horror. In fascination. In lust.
It went on for hours. Literally hours. Whipping. Until night
fell. And at last they took Jan down. Still conscious. Still
holding on somehow to sanity. "Until tomorrow," they said. And
they lashed Jan to the bars of my cell.
I could understand what they were thinking. Diabolically,
they chained me to the far wall, with a chain around my waist,
giving me room to move, to lie down; but not to reach the bars.
Not to reach Jan. Who was spread out against those bars, facing
me, arms pulled up and splayed wide, legs spread, wrists and
ankles bound to the bars, toes on the floor. But spread and
sagging. Tight against the bars. That moaning, panting agony-
filled naked girl. Whip marks only adding to that body's arousing
allure. Breasts bulging between the bars, thrusting toward me.
Spread out legs pressing against bars, soft hurting flesh bulging
through. All of her right in front of me. Panting loudly.
Sobbing. Animal sounds in her throat. Soft mouth wide, panting.
Bosom rising, falling. All of her in pain.
And I couldn't touch her, couldn't get to her.
On the morrow they came back, and used cigarettes on Jan's
body. Holding her down on the floor, spread-eagling her, one of
them pinning each wrist and ankle. Burning her breasts. Burning
her thighs. Burning her stomach. Turning her over. Burning her
back, burning her buttocks, burning, burning, burning. And Jan
screaming. Howling.
"You want her?" they said to me. "You want to do this to
her? You can, you know. You can do anything to her. Just--"
"Go to hell," I said, but god, I wanted to do it all to her.
That night they tied me down to my bunk, tied my hands, my
legs, and buckled a metal contraption around my crotch, so I
couldn't use my cock at all, and they tied Jan down on top of me.
Lying on my body. Facing me. Naked. All of that body pressing
into me. Against me. Moving convulsively, spasming as Jan sobbed
and gasped. Through the night. It was maddening. Jan's breasts
squirming against my body. Jan's legs. I wanted to kiss her, but
Jan wouldn't.
Next day they made Jan do things. Everything. And Jan did
it. To avoid further torture. Jan did anything they told her.
They had her fuck them all, again and again, in all the ways they
could think of. All of them separately and in twos, threes,
fours. They had her suck them for hours. They had her crawling
around the floor, grovelling, as they laughed at her. They used
her ass and her mouth and her breasts and her body.
And then they brought in the dogs.
Jan fucked the dogs. Jan sucked the dogs off. And swallowed
their gism. And when she threw up on the floor, they told her to
eat her own vomit, crouching on the floor with her hair hanging
in it, and lick it all up. And Jan did that too.
And all this time I was watching. And lusting.
"Don't you want her," they said. "You can have her," they
said. "All to yourself. To do anything you want to her. And
she'll do anything for you. Anything at all. Always. Won't you,
Jan?" they said.
"Yes," Jan said. "I'll do anything, please god, anything.
I'll be your whore, I'll be a filthy cock-sucking whore and I'll
keep your cock in my mouth all night long and I'll swallow it all
down my throat and you can hurt me if you want. Any time you
want. Hurt me. I'll scream for you to make you happy. I'll cry my
guts out. I'll crawl for you all my life. I'll fuck for you, I'll
fuck for anybody you want."
"Burn her again," I said.
"Will you tell us?
"No," I said.
"I'll do anything," Jan said.
"You wouldn't kiss me last night," I said.
"I will," Jan said. "I will I will I will I'll kiss you all
you want, I'll stick my tongue down your throat and scream into
your mouth, I'll wrap my legs around you and give you my body and
my mouth and my cunt and my soul."
"Burn her," I said, and they spread Jan out and stretched
her taut and held her down and began burning her again.
And I told them.
I told all of it. Over Jan's screaming and howling I told it
all. And I stuck my cock into Jan's screaming mouth, and fucked
that howling mouth, and shot down her throat, and Jan was choking
and screaming and gagging and howling and coughing and shrieking.
And I lay down on my back and told Jan to fuck me, and she
straddled my hips and took my cock into her body and as Jan was
moving up and down with breasts bouncing and thighs flexing and
hair bobbing I told them to whip Jan's back and now I was fucking
that agony-filled squirming shouting body as they kept whipping
and whipping and Jan was twisting and shrieking and I took hold
of Jan's hair and pulled her down against me and mashed my lips
to hers. And Jan stuck her tongue down my throat and kissed me
and kissed me, screaming into my mouth, and now I rolled her over
and I was on top of that body, pounding and thrusting, and I told
Jan to wrap her legs around me, and now all of those long soft
luscious sexy thighs and calves clamped around my waist, rubbing,
sliding, clasping my body as I fucked her.
"I own you, you bitch," I said.
"I know," Jan said.
"Tell me what you are," I said.
And Jan said, "I'm your cock-sucking whore bitch, I'm your
slave, I'm your toy, your sex-toy, I'll do anything you say, I'll
suck you and I'll fuck you and I'll scream for you. Hurt me and
whip me and make me crawl. I'm yours always."
"Can I burn your breasts?" I said.
"Yes," Jan said, sobbing. "You can burn my breasts. You can
let your friends burn my breasts. You can make me burn my own
breasts. Or my thighs, or my nipples."
I turned Jan over, flattening her breasts against the floor,
and took her in the ass. Hard.
"Lick the floor," I said. And Jan licked the floor with her
tongue, kissed that floor like a lover at my command, kissing it
and licking it and squirming against it. And I told Jan to take a
cigarette and light it and stick the unlit end up her vagina and
let it burn all the way down. Jan did it. I had them lash Jan to
the bars, arms high up, legs slightly spread, watching as that
cigarette burned down. Slowly. Looking into Jan's eyes as Jan
began to scream for me. Watching until it burned all the way
down, Jan screaming and screaming, and then fucking Jan against
the bars. Laughing...
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