The Triskele Button Ch 07

I had been confined to bed for several days as I recovered from my night of torture. I was forced to lie face down, as my back and bottom still burned and throbbed where the whipping had broken the skin. I ached deep in my bottom from the torments of the butt plugs. Fortunately, none of the Masters involved had been sufficiently endowed to do me any real internal injury from their relentless use of my petite body. Handler brought me my meals and assisted me to the bathroom. The rest of the time I dozed fitfully. Some of the other slaves occasionally dropped in to bring me water, or tidy up my room. Some even sat with me and chatted when they had time to spare.

I woke one afternoon, certain that I was not alone in the room. Sure enough, I turned my head towards the bay window to see none other than Master Zhang sitting in one of the armchairs there. I struggled to get out of bed, to pay proper obeisance, but he simply said softly:

"Your Master wishes that you lie still, little one."

I complied. He stood up and, gripping the back of the chair, moved it across the room to the side of my bed. Then he sat down again, having first removed the sheet from over my abused body. He inspected my injuries carefully before he spoke again:

"You will bear some marks when those cuts heal, little one, for that I apologise." he said.

I was so taken aback, my mouth hung open. Finally I managed to speak, barely whispering:

"Apologise, my Master? What for? It is my place to serve the Masters in whatever way pleases them." I said.

"That way does NOT please your Master, little one!" he snapped. "I had hoped that certain...associates of mine would not learn of your actual status. Unfortunately my hope in this matter was not realised." he continued.

"Actual status, Master?" I asked.

"You sold yourself to me to pay your father's gambling debts. You are therefore an actual slave, my property." my Master explained. "While I acknowledge the devotion of a daughter who would make such a sacrifice, I find myself doubting that a father who would let her do such a thing was worth it."

I struggled to remain unperturbed at hearing the story Gyn and Trainer had concocted to explain how I came to be sold to Zhang for the first time; I wondered what my Master would do if he was to learn the truth, that my father wasn't even aware that he now had a daughter!

"It was a difficult decision, Master." I finally managed to say.

"No doubt." he replied. "But it makes you unique among my slaves. The others all serve me on the basis of carefully prepared contracts, that clearly set out their limitations, for fixed periods. No doubt you have heard of sixty-three?" he asked.

"The girl I replaced?" I asked "who was purchased by a Master?"

"He simply bought out her contract," my Master explained "they were married a few weeks ago." However, as you have no contract, you are subject to the more extreme...tastes of some of my associates. Please understand that I am NOT happy about this. I imposed heavy fines on those involved, which I will gladly place in a numbered account for you, but the ringleader would not pay, said he did not see how his use of a slave should incur such a penalty!" Master Zhang was getting angry now, both on my behalf and his own.

"What can be done, Master?" I asked "the slave is your property, but if Masters insist on using her in that way, must she not comply and do her best to please them?"

"I must consider the matter further." my Master replied. "For now, you are unavailable for duty until your Master says otherwise. Rest and recover, sixty-eight."

"Yes Master, sixty-eight understands."

So, I remained in my room, resting and healing. Eventually, as the pain of my injuries faded, I began to sleep properly again.

I was standing in front of the huge gates of the house in which I'd been assessed and sold, dressed in the sheer pink blouse, the tiny skirt, the plastic high heels. Gynestar's collar was around my neck. I even felt the throbbing of my pussy lips in their leather pouch. I looked round, thinking if I banged my head hard enough against the gate, I might wake up. I had just gripped the bars and was about to slam my forehead against them, when I heard her voice nearby:

"Please don't do that, Linzi." she entreated me.

I turned to her and looked her up and down with as must contempt as I could manage. "You're a pretty pathetic demon, Gyn! Still dream stalking a nameless slut after she's made it clear that she wants nothing to do with you!" I said coldly.

"That's not possible, slave sixty-eight." she replied, seemingly trying to placate me by using my designation rather than her name for me, "our natures are fused together, so there's some other reason why you apparently feel nothing for me. And I think I know what it is."

"Oh really?" I retorted. "And what would that be?"

"That I've hurt you so badly, the shock has closed you down emotionally. You're not feeling anything because your emotions are feeding back on me, while your pain is deepening my guilt and shame for betraying and hurting you so much that it has become agony for me" she replied.

The look of pain on her face made the bubble of pain in my breast that I'd felt the last time we'd spoken expand again. I stayed silent for a moment, then asked her:

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes," she said "if you're prepared to process your feelings about my selling you to Zhang, your emotions will unlock. The fusion of our natures should undo itself and you can get back to life as sixty-eight."

"And I'll finally be rid of you?" I asked, far more coldly than I should have.

She looked at me with an expression of deepest anguish before resignedly replying with a simple "Yes."

"Very well, then." I said. 'What do I do?"

She had me face the gate, then close my eyes.

"Access the feelings from the moment I announced us, before you tried to leave."

she said.

"Terror," I replied. "deep and screaming terror." The bubble of pain expanded, becoming a pool of scalding, burning lava within me.

"Of what?" she asked.

I breathed deeply, let the fear seize my heart, then answered: 'That I'd never see you again. Never be with you again. Never laugh at your side, never hold you close again." Tears began to stream down my face.

I heard her gasp aloud. "If only you'd told me that at the time!' she said.

I opened my eyes, my tear stained face clearly showing my anger. "Gyn, at the time this happened, I'd been a girl for about twelve hours. Most of that time was spent practicing sucking cock at your command. If you dare to suggest that this mess is my fault again, I'll slam my head so hard against these railings that I'll give myself a concussion in real life!"

"OK, sorry, you're right of course." she said quickly.

The scene changed. I was now face down on the ottoman again, my bottom lifted for Trainer's assessment. The thick marble cockhead was pushing hard against my hymen, about to breach my maidenhead and take my virginity in a cold, clinical and loveless manner. However, Gynestar was kneeling on the floor beside me this time.

"What are you feeling now, sixty-eight?" she asked.

"Betrayed." I answered. "My virginity should have been my gift to you, for you to take with your delicious living cock. Instead you let Trainer tear it apart with a piece of marble!" The pool of lava bubbled and spat long threads of fire, the pain expanding within me until I could hardly breathe.

"I remember your sob when Trainer drew that whip handle from you; it was like a knife in my heart. I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am," she replied "for you, and for us!"

"Oh really?" I said, letting my words drip with cynicism. "Wait a moment, I'm about to feel a lot worse!"

The marble handle of the whip was now being pushed slowly up my bottom. I looked down at Gyn, the rage building now as I spoke:

"At this point, you were boasting about how you'd stretched my bottom to fit your cock perfectly, how I was going to love being ass fucked." I hissed. "You told Trainer things that should have been lovers' secrets between us! First you betrayed me, then you humiliated me, and you JOKED ABOUT IT!"

"Sixty-eight, I am truly devastated to think I have wounded you so deeply. Please believe me." Gynestar said, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, you're not done hurting me yet, She-demon!" I screamed as the pool of lava exploded in an eruption of heart rending agony, the agony of abandonment, within my breast. "Watch yourself leaving, you don't even bother looking back!"

Gynestar gave a cry of anguish. She reached out and touched my shoulder, but I shrugged her hand off. The scene shifted and became unfocused again. I was then in my cage in the training cellar, still healing from having the Triskele button fitted. Gynestar was kneeling beside the bars. I slowly bent my knee, wary of disturbing the little platinum sphere, and lifted my leg so she could see the button clearly.

"I've no doubt that my clitty being as sensitive as it is was YOUR idea, She-demon. And THIS is what is done to slaves who enjoy themselves too much! You made me what you wanted, you even melded my soul with whatever passes for one in a demon to make me as sexually driven as you needed me to be." I cried as I spoke. "Then you sold me without a second thought! Now you say that you're trying to heal me of the trauma that YOU caused me?"

"Sixty-eight, please listen to me." she said, sobbing. "I left without looking back because it hurt so much to let you go! I knew we were compatible, and yes I needed that for your transformation to produce someone really special, but I had no idea that we our natures would blend the way they did! I've been lonely for millennia, for so long that I'd given up looking, I didn't even think it was possible that a demon and a human could be 'soulmates', as humans call it. You can't possibly understand the pain I feel for betraying you, hurting you, abandoning you and now losing you. Forgive me, and I shall do whatever is necessary so we can be together again! I love you, please forgive me and let yourself love me in return, as I know you truly do." Her head was bowed now, as if she had surrendered herself to whatever decision I would now make.

The scene changed again. We were in the room where I'd been tortured, a few days earlier. I lay on the floor, face down, the heavy metal stock on my neck and wrists, my ankles spread wide and cuffed. Fluids drooled from my lips, leaked from my sex and my bottom. My back and rear were covered in an oozing mesh of whip marks. Gynestar was kneeling beside me, her face ashen with grief. I looked up at her.

"I made a mistake too, Gyn. I rushed myself into a life of slavery without a moment's thought. If we'd had more time to get to know each other, maybe we'd be together right now. But it's too late, Gyn. I'm a number now, a nameless slut who's been used so many times that she's lost count." I said, sobbing softly. "How could anyone love something like me? I'm just an animal, a receptacle for lust, to be used and passed from one Master to the next."

"You're wrong, sixty-eight," Gyn said "I love you."

"If I forgive you, you'll leave me forever, like you said you would." I reminded her. "And I don't blame you. I have what I wanted, but now I'll never have what I truly need because of it!"

"You can with me, sixty-eight!" Gyn said. "I lied to you earlier, it's because we complement each other so perfectly that our natures have fused; they can't be separated because they're not meant to be separate in the first place. I can't help myself, I love you, truly. Forgive me, and love me, and you'll have both what you want and what you need. Demons don't get jealous of our lovers, we rejoice in their pleasure, with us or with others. We don't judge or recriminate. We love totally and, despite what humans might believe, unselfishly. I don't care if it's been a hundred times for you, or a thousand or even a million. I love you, and I swear that by the Profane Incantations!"

I was in bed in my room now, the hurt I still felt from that night of torture making me throb with pain even though we were still dreaming. Gyn sat on the bed beside me. She reached towards me several times, but always drew back her hand at the last moment. We were both silent for a long time, as the pain I should have felt over the previous months began to ebb away. Finally, Gyn rose and walked to the door.

"I hope I've resolved and eased your pain, sixty-eight." she said. "Please know that someone does love you, even if that someone has done you great wrong. I hope that you can forgive me some day, but I won't bother you anymore. Please be happy in your chosen life." She opened the door to leave.

"I'm NOT 'sixty-eight'!" I cried as I sat bolt upright in the bed as she began to walk through the door. "I'm Linzi! YOUR Linzi, now and forever! Please don't leave me again!"

A look of what I can only describe as fierce joy lit up Gyn's face as she ran back to me and seized me in her arms. I embraced her tightly in return as we kissed, warmly, softly, each as giving as the other.

"Never!" she shouted as she cried with joy. "By the Profane Incantations, I swear that I'll never leave you, ever again!"

"I love you, Gyn." I said, then kissed her again, more deeply than before.

"I love you, Linzi." she replied.

I woke up.

So, I was Linzi, lover of Gynestar the Demon, at last.

Now, what the hell were we going to do?

And, what exactly were the Profane Incantations?