One hundred and twenty-eight: Punishment Day

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Inwardly, I cursed and struggled, feeling a distance and disconnection from my body. It was as if I were merely looking through the lens of someone else. As if this wasn't my body at all. I'd lost count of how many years it had been since the war began. I didn't even know how old I was anymore. How many years would I have to remain a baby making puppet?

"Unfortunately for you," said Dr Eisor's hateful, but warm brown eyes, "today is the day of your punishment. Which is why I was told to make sure you were awake. You have shamed Boskyland and your husband - your master now. You betrayed us and sided with the barbaric lowland foreigners. I'm sure you've heard of this punishment before. Just in case, I will tell you what will happen. All the Bosky chiefs have come for this. Unlike usual, for you, I will turn off all this new gadgetry, because I want you to feel every single part of it. I want you to feel all the shame."

I squirmed at the unfair accusations, but my body stayed rock still. I'd never been a Bosky to start with. All that nonsense about it being in my blood was just that. Nonsense. And now they were going to punish me? Why couldn't they just kill me and be done with it all?

"All the chiefs will touch you. They will try to make you come. As many times as they make you orgasm, that's how many times Kiran will have to make you come when he takes you in front of them. Your body was already pretty sensitive before this, but I have to give Kiran some advantage, just in case. If he makes you come more times than the chiefs can elicit from you, it will mean he has conquered and won. He will regain his right to become chief over all the chiefs. If not, he will only remain a simple Chief-in-Waiting and you will not become a queen. You will just be a detested slave obtained during conquest."

Disgusting. I shuddered inwardly, being unable to do so outwardly.This sounded barbaric and awfully unpleasant. The Boskies were the barbarians, not us 'lowland foreigners'. It was very unlikely that they would be able to make my body feel anything remotely like pleasure.

"See," Dr Eisor pressed a button on his computer, "I turn off the extra sensitivity, but when I touch you like so," he slid his fingers across my bare body, I felt my body shiver beneath him. "You still react according to your basal needs. I believe the warning Whistlor and I gave you last time will pale in comparison to today's punishment. I hope you enjoy. Now then, slave, stand up and follow me."

My body did just that, walking out after the Doc in all its naked glory, not caring in the slightest that I didn't want to go with it.

Down corridors filled with staring and pointing people who talked about me with loathing, contempt and adoration. The mix of remarks was strange, but I made certain to remember none. I did not need to know that my breasts were as round as my bottom. Nor did I need to know how my skin glowed as if in need of a good spanking. Dr Eisor smiled and greeted them. They talked about how my silver stripe was the brightest and widest they had ever seen and that I must be a pleasure to ride. They talked of how lucky Kiran was to have obtained such an intelligent, if somewhat rebellious wife. We would have good children. It was good, they said, that I had been caught and would be taught with bit and bridle.

Into a round room built like a small auditorium was I led. I was ordered to a strange table or bed in the middle of the room. There were various contraptions scattered across the floor, which I felt I knew would be used, but could not guess what their various uses would be.

"As discussed, my lords," Dr Eisor announced to the gathered men in their formal uniforms once the door slammed shut behind us. "I will return to it full control of its own body and senses for the duration of this punishment."

There was a slamming sound that made me jump. And then I realised I was free. A huge bolt had just been slid across the big door of the auditorium, which is what had made that slamming sound.

"This is a special punishment, made for a special slave," said one chief who wore a deerskin. "We have never allowed a slave such freedom during their punishment before."

"It should make this all the more exciting, no?" said a chief who wore a tigerskin. "We can hunt it down."

"It has taken so long to heal and prepare it," said a chief who wore what looked like a type of tree bark, "that I wonder whether it will feel more for having been touched less these past few months?"