Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : In the Dungeons of Eerie Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Rape, Sci-Fi, Mf, mf Date : 20141025 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=22061.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/InTheDungeonsOfEerie%20-%20Pedo% 20Rape%20Sci-Fi%20Mf%20mf.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : Yet more sci-fi. On a planet of immense wealth, a young girl is lost to her family due to a bet, and must go live with enemies. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story is all made up. It's sci-fi crap. --==+==- Amberlynn Hofstaader van Helsing de Thoth Ellington had a storybook childhood so far. The only daughter of one of the richest men on Eerie, she had grown up in a huge castle on the banks of a scenic river, waited on hand and foot by an army of servants, slaves and drones. She had it all. She had no idea what the concept of "want" was. She had never wanted for anything in her life. Eerie was a terraformed world, a world of nothing but incredible beauty. Huge estates covered it and some of the wealthiest people in the galaxy lived on Eerie. Eerie was a virtual fortress, surrounded by an army of mercenaries and vast fleets of warships, all with one thing in mind-- to protect the people below. It was one of the safest worlds in the galaxy. Still, dangerous things went on down of the ground. Wars were fought and battles won and lost. Battles of both economic and social warfare, not sword and gun battles. Eerie had a very intense social scene and popularity ratings were calculated in real time. And the boardroom wars were even more intense. Businesses rose and fell, and trillions of credits were made and lost, also kept track of on a real time basis. Billionaires became trillionaires, and trillionaires became simple billionaires overnight. Poison was swallowed, as well as champagne. And sometimes handgun barrels. Some men won. Some men lost. It had been that way since the dawn of time. The numbers, and the stakes, were just higher, on Eerie. Amber's father had inherited a great deal of his fortune, and added to it by cleverly buying into and out of certain industries during the Clearwater wars a few centuries back. He'd spent the last few hundred years just enjoying his wealth, becoming more and more jaded until he was bored out of his mind. He was probably a bit unbalanced when he bet his entire fortune on a horse race. A lifetime of Spore did that to you, and he was approaching four hundred years. Way more than a lifetime... a rich man's lifetime. Spore treatments were expensive. Amber was barely ten standard years old when all this happened. She didn't understand about money yet, and didn't care. She didn't even understand money conceptually. She always had anything she wanted. She just knew that when she pointed at something, it was almost instantly hers. Pets, toys, jewelry or people, her father's wealth could buy her anything. She was just a little jaded herself, at age ten, after living like that. She rarely ever saw her parents even, an army of nursemaids and other servants cared for her and provided her with her every whim. Amber played a secret game sometimes of trying to find things that she couldn't have. She had wanted a star destroyer once but her father turned it down and she had to settle for a simple battlecruiser instead. That was one of her most memorable mad fits ever and she still got a warm feeling remembering it. It went on for days until finally her father and mother had both departed for ports unknown just to get away from her. Her room was indescribable. Exotic animals, cared for by a small army of veterinarians. A diamond geode as big as a bathtub. Another diamond as big as her fist, carelessly tossed on a nightstand. A picture hung crookedly on the wall, something from Old Earth from before space travel even, called the Maana Lossa, or something equally ridiculous. It had a hole in it where she'd thrown a writing tool at it once. It was just an painting of a goofy old lady to her. She'd wanted a black hole once, and her dad almost disappointed her by giving her one. When they took the family cruiser out to see it she had wanted it dragged back to the castle, and she got to have another mad fit when they refused. The captain of the cruiser, in service of the family for over two hundred years, was demoted and then later fired for laughing at her. His last words still burned in her ears. "Stupid little girl," he'd said, and walked away, still laughing. She'd gotten in touch with a merk and ordered the captain killed but her father nixed that one when it came up in his daily expenses. Yet another mad fit. Other than that, those particular excesses, Amber was a fairly typical young girl. Her body had been suspended from developing for the time being because her parents wanted her to enjoy her childhood for a long time. Physically she was ten years old but thirty years had passed since she was born. She was a kid but her mind was older and sharper than a typical ten year olds. Although the process kept her mind young to a degree, her knowledge base and experience base were both thirty years old. She didn't understand or comprehend money very well but she knew how to manipulate people by offering it to them. She knew lots of tricks. There were gaps in her knowledge, but she was clever. Some of her nursemaids secretly had talked among themselves and a few of them expressed the opinion that the girl was positively evil. What did they expect, giving a child everything and putting no restrictions whatsoever on her behaviour? Sometimes rich people, for all their wealth and smarts, didn't make the right choices. Amber was, in many ways, a child of wrong choices. Anyway, the downfall of her father was due in part to his mental state and a bottle of ancient whiskey named Jack Daniel's. He'd paid an ungodly sum of money for it, and he opened it at Amber's tenth birthday party, took a few swigs, and passed it around. That night, on the vid, was the 401th annual Keystakes race. The whole galaxy was watching. Old man Ellington mumbled something to one of the men present, a man he'd invited simply because of his involvement in a business venture. A man he'd thought was his friend. He'd forgotten how rare friends were at the level of wealth he'd attained. The men talked among themselves and shook hands all in plain view of spy-eyes, then turned to watch the race. Thirty minutes later when the race ended Mr. Ellington seized his chest and fell to the ground, dead. When the medics revived him he didn't talk for several days. By then, the accountants and the bank police had begun to knock on the castle door. When they left, Mr. Ellington was over a hundred trillion credits poorer. He was a simple billionaire, now. He was a little fish in a sea of little fishes. They were able to keep the castle, but just barely. Hundreds of servants were fired and a few thousand slaves and drones were put down just to keep costs low. Business institutions all over the galaxy had to re-paint their signs. Ellington Incorporated was now DuChamp Incorporated. Life went on. Amber didn't notice much of a change in her life until the last line of fine print was read. Her mother showed up in her rooms one day, to her surprise. Even more surprising, her father followed her in. Then, to her absolute surprise, her father began to cry. Her mother tried to explain. "Amberlynn, darling, you must try to understand," the woman said, her hands fluttering nervously. Amber watched as servants flew here and there in her rooms, gathering her clothes and possessions. What was going on? she wondered. "Darling, you no longer belong to us. You belong to Mr. DuChamp now. You are his, do you understand?" "No," said Amber. She didn't understand. "Darling, your father lost you. On a bet." At this, her father gave a sob or snort or something. Her mother stared at him, poison in her gaze. "You must remember, deep inside, who you really are. They will try and change you, if they let you live. They will try to make something of you that will stab us in the heart each time we see you. They will punish us with you." "I thought..." Amber said, thoughtfully. "I thought Mr. DuChamp was our friend." "He pretended to be," said her mother, glancing again at Amber's father. "He fooled your father completely. But now the truth is out." The servants were filing out. Amber's life was condensed into a half a dozen large suitcases. She was starting to realize that something out of her control was fixing to happen. She wondered at what point it would be best to throw a gigantic hissy fit. Amber's father left, unable to talk to her. She didn't really care, he'd never acted like a father before and she had no concept of family and love and such things. She was almost feral, in fact. Everything had been handed to her except for the most important things. "Do not forget you are an Ellington, child," her mother said, hugging her. Amber almost recoiled from the unusual contact. Her mother regarded her for a moment longer and then marched from the room. --==+==- Amber tried to hide when the men came for her but they pulled her kicking and screaming from under her bed. The castle was dark and empty as a large man carried her out and that was the last she ever saw of it. A huge carrier sat on the lawn and the man took her aboard. The craft took off immediately, surrounded by a swarm of fighters alert for trouble. There was none. An hour later and half a continent away, the carrier landed on the grounds of another castle. She noticed that this one was not quite as large as hers had been, but she also noticed work crews assembling building machines and scaffolding. The man, after assurances she would behave, allowed her to walk from the carrier, his hand pinching around her upper arm. She didn't want to have to be carried into her new home. Amber didn't see much difference for herself, when she stopped and thought about it. She thought her life would go on just like it had before, just in a different place. A new man would be her father and probably a new woman would be her mother. She wondered just how badly they would want to please her. Probably a lot, they would probably feel like they had to out-do her old parents. She might be able to work this to her advantage, she thought. They entered the castle. Some doctors awaited, both a regular doctor and a gene doctor. Everything stopped while they both examined her, using tablets and other machines. Finally, the doctor told her to remove her clothes. She squirmed in embarrassment. No one had seen her naked in years except for her nursemaids. And no men had seen her, ever. Her old doctors had all been women, not men. The large man who held her arm leaned down and whispered into her ear. "If you don't strip right now I will rip your clothes from your body." She took that in. That was not good. The man pinched her arm even harder. One thing that Amber was not used to in any sense at all was pain. She'd hardly ever felt it. Her activities as a child were carefully planned to be pain-free. Her toys were carefully designed to be the same. She was a stranger to pain. She wisely decided to follow his orders and she slowly stripped her gown off and kicked her shoes to the side. The man indicated her panties and she slowly slid them down, embarrassed all over again. She stood before the doctors, naked. The gene doctor took a small device and pricked her finger and took a small dot of blood. She wanted to scream but she didn't. He put the blood sample into a tablet and began to read from the display to himself. The doctor looked at her and opened his mouth and she slowly copied him. He swabbed under her tongue with a q-tip and inserted the q-tip into a machine. A few seconds later the machine dinged and a green symbol showed on the display. The doctor nodded, pleased. The doctor indicated for her to spread her legs and he wiped a q-tip inside her vagina and inserted it into another machine. She flinched, but allowed it. She was, in the back of her mind, planning the deaths of all these people. Especially that man pinching her arm. That really hurt. The doctor had her turn and bend over and she felt him spreading her buttocks apart. Another q-tip swab, in her anus. That one hurt a little. She stood back up and turned around. One last one under her arm and that seemed to be it. The gene doctor nodded. He'd found nothing out of order, either. She was safe, the two decided. The man holding her led her deeper into the castle. He'd just walked away and left her clothes on the floor. Is this how I'm entering my new home? she thought. Naked? They walked on. They finally entered a large room, several hundred meters long. He marched her to the center of it, and there, awaiting her approach, was half a dozen people. The people were standing somewhat formally. There were three children and three adults. The children seemed to glare at her, and she almost flinched at their smouldering hatred. That was another thing she'd never experienced in person before. The adults just stared at her. She felt a slow blush crawl down her body. She was very disadvantaged, being naked. It's hard to look cool and in control when you are naked. She gave up on that and just stared back, pleading with her eyes. Something deep inside her was realizing she was in bad trouble. She was deep inside enemy territory. She was beginning to be afraid. "Amberlynn Hofstaader van Helsing de Thoth Ellington," one of the men said to her. She gulped and nodded. "You now belong to us now," he said. "We are your owners, your masters. Understand that. You have no rights or privileges in this house. Your status is actually lower than even that of a slave. You are a prisoner. That will never change. Do you understand?" She slowly nodded again. This was not going well. "For two hundred years your father has been our traditional enemy. I have crushed him. He is destroyed and you have the misfortune to be his progeny. I cannot punish him further but I can punish you and let him sees it." She realized that her idea of the same kind of life with just different people was not going to happen. She felt a great sadness at how her life was turning out. How bad can this get? she thought. "We have prepared a place for you, child. We will be sure that your parents receive vid of you in your new home." The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a small ball. He released it into the air, and it hung, orienting itself on her. It flew over to her and stopped a few feet away. She knew it was a spy-eye, a large one. She had used them herself for amusement, mostly spying on servants or her friends. She knew that her every move from here on would be recorded. This is what it was all about? Her humiliation, captured and shown to her parents? She still had no idea what was about to happen. Or how bad it was going to get. The adults marched off down an aisle. The children stayed along with the man pinching her arm. The children approached her, speaking a language she'd never heard before. "Fat. And ugly," the girl finally said, in Irregular Standard, obviously so she could understand. It offended her but she knew the girl was just saying it. She knew she wasn't fat or ugly. The youngest boy approached even closer and poked her in the belly. She restrained an urge to slap him, aware of the man holding her arm. The older boy approached and reached out and pinched her nipple. She squealed and jerked away. Just as she thought, the man holding her didn't allow her to move hardly at all. The boy grinned and pinched her other nipple. She bit her lip and withstood the pain. She wanted to cry, but more than that, she didn't want these children to see her cry. --==+==- The children had finally lost interest and wandered off and the man holding her had marched her back out of the room. They ended up in an elevator and she saw the numbers descend into the minuses. They were below the ground. Finally it stopped, a dozen floors deep. They exited into another world. The walls were bare stone, clammy and dripping water in some places. The lighting was dim and gas-burning open flame torches were held in sconces on the walls. It looked like something right out of the history books to Amber. It was a dungeon. She felt a cold fear growing in her gut that this was her new home. The spy-eye buzzed around her head, wanting to vid her face as she looked around. She tried to keep her fear and disappointment from showing. She tried to be brave. "Come on," the man holding her pulled her forward, to the wall. She almost laughed and cried at the same time. There, on the wall, were primitive iron clasps attached to short chains. The man spun her, backed her up to the wall, and snapped the clasps over her hands and feet. She was chained to the wall, standing up. "This won't be for long," the man said. "Just long enough to get some vid of you in obvious distress." The man left in the elevator. The room was deathly silent except for the occasional dripping of water. She drew a deep breath. It did not smell good down here. Her arms grew heavy and she finally let them rest at the end of the chains. An hour went by. Her legs hurt, just from not moving. She tried to get relief by moving, but the chains limited her. Yet another hour later found her sobbing, almost on her knees, suspended by her arms from the wall. Time crawled and raced. She almost slept a few times, but the pain in her arms and wrists overshadowed anything she'd ever felt before. She was in agony. She tried to stand again but couldn't. More time passed. She passed out a few times but each time she recovered and woke to searing pain in her arms and upper back. Even her butt hurt where it was pressed against the wall. She decided she wanted to die and activated her implant. It came up in safe mode, since the house computer wouldn't allow it to log on. She could find no way to kill herself. She was shocked that huge chunks of information seemed to be missing from her implant. She finally realized that somebody or something had gone through it and deleted much of the store of knowledge in it. She wept even more. Even that had been taken from her. She knew that adults could suicide through their implants but she didn't know at what age that ability was turned on. It didn't matter, she figured that her captors had removed that ability anyway. They had also removed the implants capability to inject various drugs into her body, so she couldn't even give herself a painkiller. Tears streamed down her face. She felt alone, all alone. She was gasping for breath now just from the position she was in and from the pressure of her arms and upper body on her diaprham and lungs. Her breath burned in her throat. Saliva streamed from her mouth and dripped on the floor in front of her. Maybe another hour later her bladder gave up and urine streamed down between her legs. She went ahead and defecated, wishing she'd insisted on disposers. She was supposed to have gotten fitted for them years ago, but her father had just never found doctors he trusted. When she defecated it just fell on the ground between her legs and the air filled up with the smell. She was disgusted; she had hardly ever smelled shit before because fans in the castle toilets whisked away the odor instantly and cleaned her quickly. She was so horrified that her own body had produced a smell so offensive that she forgot about the pain momentarily. Something made a dinging noise. It was the elevator. The door opened and the whole troupe of the DuChamp family emerged to witness her humiliation. The strong man was with them also. She tried to lift her head up to see them better but she literally could not. "Children," the man said, the man that had spoken upstairs. She decided he was Mr. DuChamp. "This is how we treat our enemies. First we crush their spirit then we crush their bodies. This girl has begun a process that will take years. We will be very careful not to let death cheat us of our revenge. We will watch her very closely. She is in great pain at the moment but very far from death." There was some more talk, but she'd already faded out somewhat. "What is that smell?" the girl said and her disgust showed in her voice. "That is her fecal matter," the man replied. "She has soiled herself. I actually thought she would be stronger than this." "Fecal matter?" the girl said. "Her poop, her shit. You've never smelled it, dear, we are all civilized here and have disposers." "Ah," the girl said, finally understanding. "Baron," the man spoke. "You may proceed." She raised her head slightly, wondering what was fixing to happen. The large man from earlier was approaching. He unsnapped her feet first, causing agony to course through her body. When he unsnapped her hands she passed out and he caught her body as it slumped. When she awoke she was bound tightly facing the wall, the chains pulling her up against it. Her head was turned, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the man known as the Baron approach. He was now wearing a mask, obviously to hide his identity. He stood behind her while the other man spoke. She ignored him, wondering what was fixing to happen. When it did happen she was totally unprepared for it and she shrieked loudly. The man had drawn his hand back and struck her back with a light stick. It stung and burned like fire, instantly almost more than she could stand. By the fifth or sixth stroke she had blessedly passed out. --==+==- She awoke as a gentle coolness was laid over her burning back. Tears had been streaming from her eyes when she was unconscious, and her face was wet. She turned her head slightly and could see someone moving behind her. She was face down on a bench or bed or something. "Don't move," said a voice. It was the Baron, she remembered his voice from the carrier. He spread more of the stuff on her back and she felt the gentle coolness numb the pain away. It was almost bearable now. "Why are you hurting me..." she whispered. He laughed slightly. "I'm helping you. This doesn't hurt, does it?" "Not now... before..." "You are an enemy. Mr. DuChamp says that enemies must be destroyed," he said simply. "I am no one's enemy," she sobbed, the unfairness of it all burning into her soul. How could she make him understand? "I'm sorry, little one. You had the bad luck to be born an Ellington." The man had finished up and he left. A door slammed behind him. She realized that she was not tied down but she felt no desire to rise. She slept for a while. --==+==- She finally awoke and rose. A plate was on the floor with some food on it, along with a flagon of water. She took a bite, experimentally, because she was hungry. The stuff was horrible and she spit it out. Even the water tasted bad. She had never eaten or drank anything bad in her life and the experience was not good for her. The room was large and chilly. She shivered because she was still naked. There was absolutely nothing in the room other than her, the spy-eye, the food and water, and the small bed thing she laid upon. She finally tired of pacing the floor and lay back down. Her chest and arms still pained her greatly. She finally slept. Hours or maybe even a day later the door rattled and opened. It was the Baron. Oh shit, she thought. He motioned for her to follow him. She didn't want to do it but she knew this quickly that he must be obeyed. The six DuChamps were present again and seated in chairs that had been brought to the dungeon. The Baron took Amber to a framework that had been erected in the center of the floor. He leaned her body into it slightly and tightened leather straps around her hands and feet. Tears began to silently stream down her face. She knew whatever followed next was going to hurt. And hurt it did, unlike anything had ever hurt in her life. She had no words to describe the pain. It was incredible. The Baron, once again wearing a mask, was wielding a neural whip, just a slight string of braided leather with some conductive wiring. In the handle was some specialized electronics, highly illegal throughout most of the galaxy. The whip hurt, just being a whip, but most of its pain was caused by nerve induction. It was the illusion of pain, but it was every bit as real as the real thing. She felt like her flesh was being flayed to the bone. She screamed in agony and writhed on the straps, feeling them cut into her body. She passed out on the fifth lash but the Baron was ready. He gave her a quick sniff from a tiny bottle and she woke back up, coughing. Snot and drool ran from her mouth and nose. There was only light pain left over, from the leather lash. She drew a breath and screamed loudly as the whip touched her again. She made it to ten this time before passing out. He revived her and whipped again. All she could remember later was the pain. She didn't remember waking up ten times or so, she didn't remember screaming curses at him, and she didn't remember urine once again streaming down her legs. Just the pain. The Baron unsnapped her bindings and dragged her into the cell. She lay on the floor, glorying in the simple abscence of pain. A neural whip left no afterglow of pain. When it stopped, it stopped. Still, her mind was shocked. The pain had exhausted her and taken something from her. She never wanted to go through that again. She knew, though, that she probably would have to. --==+==- The children showed up that night to tease and taunt her. The Baron was with them but he stayed back and did not interfere. The children had brought some friends with them, two boys and two girls, who regarded her with wide eyes. They seemed shocked by her condition and a little nervous. Amber wondered if they were equals to the DuChamps, or inferiors, on a social level. The children ask a lot of question about her and finally the youngest DuChamp boy went and talked to the Baron. The Baron seemed to be hesitant about something and the boy's voice rose slightly. The Baron hurried off and returned with something and handed it to the boy. He returned to the window of Amber's door with it. She realized it was a gun of some kind when he pointed it at her. She tried to jump out of the way but it was too late. Something stabbed into her abdomen, and a searing blinding pain burned down her body, almost as bad as the neural whip. She fell to the ground, her arms and legs trembling, and she felt warmth between her legs as she pissed herself, yet again. The spy-eye circled, getting it all on vid. The boy pushed a button on the gun, and the pain burned down her body again and again. He was laughing, as well as his brother and sister. The other children seemed uncomfortable. When Amber finally regained her senses, the children had gone. She slowly climbed to her feet, her head woozy. She stumbled around and finally flopped on the narrow bed, exhausted. She heard a noise as something hit the floor. She looked down. The spy-eye rolled to a halt. She regarded it with bemusement, wondering who had turned it off. She heard another noise and looked up at the window. The Baron stood outside her cell. "Let me give you some advice," he said. She wearily pulled herself up, and approached him. He continued. "They want to see you suffer. Suffer for them." "I am... I do..." she wondered why he was doing this. She wondered if he felt some sympathy for her, but she crushed that thought. For some reason she knew not to fall into that trap. He was a DuChamp, first and foremost. "Girl," he replied. "Act, if you have to, but the more you suffer, the more you show it, the quicker it will be over. They just want to watch. They are... mean little bastards, even the girls." She knew that. She knew that well, by now. "Just give them a show and they'll leave, just like tonight," he said, and turned to leave. She grabbed the bars in her door and stared intensely at him. "Kill me," She breathed. "Kill me and end this. Kill me now." She was begging him. She almost imagined, for an instant, that he looked at her with some sympathy. "Little darling," he finally said, turning away. "That I cannot do. Goodbye." He left. The spy-eye leapt into the air, alive again. There was silence in the dungeon. Silence, and blessed abscence of pain. --==+==- The days blurred into each other. Every day it was the same. The DuChamps showed up, or a sampling of them, and the Baron wreaked some torture on her tender body. He cut her, whipped her, twisted her, bent her, lashed her, and flayed her. He garrotted, tickled, choked, and beat her. Once, they didn't feed her for weeks, until she was so weak she passed out. Once, he brought a large tub into her cell and filled it with water, and then almost drowned her in it, over and over. He yanked her fingernails out. He whipped the bottoms of her feet. He was an expert at what he did, and he seemed to have a fervid imagination, although she later suspected DuChamp was thinking the tortures up. She imagined at times that the Baron was sorry he was having to hurt her but he still did his job well. Sometimes the family doctor would attend her after the Baron had finished. The Baron always stayed and watched, and she was unsure if he was watching her or the doctor. She yearned to speak to the doctor alone and ask him to kill her. He seemed more sympathetic than anyone she'd met here so far. But she never was given the chance. --==+==- One day the children were teasing her. They shot at her with a gun that shot tiny stinging pellets, until she finally upended the bed and hid behind it. The children then called for the Baron to remove the bed from her cell, which he did. The game went on until she was so sore from the stinging that she just didn't care any more and she took all the fun out of it by just huddling on the floor in the corner and letting them shoot her. "Hey. Stupid little bitch." the oldest boy said. She ignored him. "Your channel was number one again." What did that mean? she wondered. She turned a tired eye on him. "What do you mean?" she asked. "My dad has been putting you on the network," the boy said as if he was explaining it to a mentally deficient person. "Your channel was the most watched again. People love to see you get hurt." Really? she thought. People can see this? Other people? And they don't put a stop to it? "Don't get your hopes up," the boy said, "nobody'll help you. No one can find you, the source is encrypted. Story is, we gave you to slavers and they're doing all this crap. Only your parents know the truth." Shit, she thought. Shit. Is this going to be the whole rest of my life? Just pain? It certainly seemed that way. The children finally tired of hurting her and left in the elevator. The Baron gave her a wave and a wink as he left. At least he'd given her her bed back. She lay back down, thinking. --==+==- She knew on that day that something special was planned. Some people she'd never seen before filed out of the elevator with what looked like camera equipment. All the DuChamps came down next, with the Baron. She was examined several times from the window and finally the door scraped open. The Baron indicated for her to exit her cell and she did, slowly. She had no idea what was fixing to happen, but it did not look good. A bed had been brought from somewhere and placed in the middle of the floor. The men she'd never seen before were setting up a camera, pointing it at the bed. The spy-eye had already been turned off to keep it out of the way. Her trepidation began to grow. More and more people crowded into the dungeon. The elevator was very busy for a while. The room was fairly quiet, it seemed to her, considering how many people were here. Not a lot of small talk. The people slowly clustered around the bed. The Baron led her to the bed and casually tossed her onto it. "My friends," said Mr. DuChamp. "I have brought you here to witness, with me, the total humiliation of an enemy. An enemy of the DuChamp family. This is what happens to our enemies. Let the word get out." Rage possessed Amber. "I'm not your fucking enemy!" she screamed. "I'm just somebody's kid! You are a stupid son-of-a-bitch if you think I'm your enemy!" Mr. DuChamp regarded her coolly. "Baron," he finally spoke. "Tape her mouth, please." The Baron disappeared behind her somewhere, obviously in search of tape to shut her up with. "Listen, you people," she talked fast, knowing her time was limited. "What you are about to see will show you what kind of man this is. What kind of family. Some day it could be you down here instead of me. Keep thinking this man is your friend. My father thought that, once, too." Mr. DuChamp approached her, and slapped her hard on the cheek. She spit right in his face and was satisfied to see her saliva drip down his cheek and nose. She heard a dozen indrawn breaths of horror from the crowd. "If this sick bastard will do this to a kid, what will he do to you?" she said, and finally shut up. She didn't want to overdo it. She just wanted to get people thinking. The Baron finally showed up with a roll of heavy grey tape and bound her mouth securely. He tossed her back down on the bed and turned to Mr. DuChamp who was wiping his face. DuChamp approached her and whispered in her ear. "You stupid little bitch! It cost me fifty billion to rig that race, but it was the best investment I ever made. I'm going to break your father's back by breaking yours. Everything of his will eventually be mine, even his life. His life, and yours." "Fuck you!" she said, loudly, but just a muffled noise came through the tape. She figured people could tell what she meant. "Baron," Mr. DuChamp said, backing up. "The honors are yours." The Baron nodded. He stepped to the side and returned with a flexible mask of some kind that he slid down over his face. It was a mask that made him look like a devil, Amber saw. He unsealed his pants and kicked them down his leg. She looked at him, almost curious. She'd never seen a naked man before, though she'd seen lots of pictures of them on the network. Men with large penises, and small. The Baron was in the large category, she realized. His soft penis hung down a long ways. She knew by now what this was all about. She knew it was going to hurt, as big as he was. The Baron was still soft. A woman from the crowd hesitantly approached and took his cock in her hand. She rolled back the foreskin and began to stroke it. It hardened rapidly and finally stood out from his body a good ten inches. Amber retreated further and further, deeper into her own mind. Without any fanfare or ceremony the Baron climbed on top of her. She was glad the mask covered his face because she didn't want him trying to kiss her. She didn't fight him. She knew he was way too strong. She accepted what was going to happen. Something, deep in her mind, popped into being, and started to grow. She began to plan. --==+==- The Baron wrestled around on top of the little girl and used his feet to spread her legs as far as he could. He grasped his cock with his hand and aimed it directly into her little cunt. She felt the head of his cock nestle in the middle of her cunt lips and then she felt a stab of pain as he pushed into her body. He just pushed and pushed. He didn't go in and out to let her juices lubricate him, he just shoved it in. She drew a gasping breath and then cried out as searing pain shot through her vagina. He just kept pushing. She felt like her cunt was turning inside out, he pushed so hard. He was finally as deep as he could go. The camera crew was down between his legs shooting the scene from below. She heard someone in the crowd murmur in what sounded like sympathy and then cut it off. The Baron finally pulled out and then stabbed in again. She gasped in pain through the tape. He did it again. And again. Each time she felt like the bottom was falling out of her stomach. He pumped and pumped. She retreated further into her own mind, although she did notice the pain was considerably less than it had been only seconds ago. She lay under him, completely covered by his body. His face, hidden beneath the mask, lay next to her head. He came with a loud grunt, and she felt liquid being pistoned out of her tiny cunt. It almost felt good after that as he slowed and finally stopped. He lay on top of her, exhausted. Suddenly, in the shocked silence of the room she heard the Baron's whisper beside her head. "I'm sorry, little one," he said. "I'm sorry." She felt a stab of sympathy for him. He hadn't wanted to do it, she realized. "Baron. If I may disturb you." Mr. DuChamp spoke. The Baron pulled himself out of the little girl and off of her. He stood, taking his pants and sliding them up his legs. "She must pay for expectorating on me," said Mr. DuChamp. "Whip her back until you see bone. I want you to see bone." --==+==- Luckily for Amber, the crowd dispersed fairly rapidly. The DuChamps left, Mr. DuChamp seeming to be engrossed with chatting with some friends. He seemed to forget about Amber. After taking a load of people up the elevator returned with the family doctor. Soon only the Baron and he were all that was left. The spy-eye still lay in the corner, she noticed. "This is doctor Ruth," said the Baron to her. "Let him examine you." She lay back on the bed and relaxed. She felt the doctor pushing and probing her, in her private parts. He took out a tablet and passed it over her, finally pronouncing her whole and healthy but no longer a virgin. "Are you going to whip me now?" she asked the Baron and he shook his head. "You've had enough for one day. If DuChamp asks me about it, I'll have to do it, but I'll tell him the doctor said not today." "Thank you," she bowed slightly to him, meaning it. He nodded, still regarding her with sympathetic eyes. He looked over to the spy-eye, wanting to reassure himself that it was turned off. "Girl, please try and understand," he said. "I don't hurt you because I want to. DuChamp owns me as well as he owns you. I have no choice. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is." "DuChamp owns anyone in his service," the doctor spoke. "We get paid, but we are still slaves. We are not all monsters, though, not like him." The Baron made a hushing motion. "Ben..." he said. "Be cautious." "Sometimes I just don't care anymore." The doctor said and packed up his stuff and left. The Baron stayed a few more minutes, cleaning and re-organizing the dungeon. He nodded to Amber and indicated her cell. She sighed and went back into it. "Baron," she said, thinking of something. "Can I have that bed?" He dragged it into her cell and departed. She lay on it. It felt much more comfortable than the narrow bed. She lay on it and thought. --==+==- I am no longer a virgin, she thought. If I had started my period, I could be pregnant. The thought didn't bother her, much. She had other ideas, other stuff to think of. She opened her implant, for the first time in days. Her implant was a sorry skeleton of its former self but there was still a lot in it. Books, she still had thousands of books in it. Mostly kid's books, but there were some others that had just ended up there... and some she'd put there, for various reasons. One she remembered, and pulled up for her perusal. It was about strengthening your body and showed various exercises that could be performed, for that reason. She bookmarked it. There were several self-defense books that her bodyguard had given her once and she bookmarked those also. There was even one book on the ancient art of Ninjaism which a friend had given her for a joke. She lay back, relaxed, and let the books play. --==+==- That night after her deflowerment she had a visitor. She was relaxing, enjoying the new bed and reading from her implant, when she heard the elevator. Shit, she thought, now what is it? Am I going to get whipped? Does DuChamp want his revenge? The door opened and a solitary person exited the elevator. It was DuChamp's oldest boy. She had never learned his name and she didn't care to. She watched him approach her window. She didn't even bother to get up. "Hey," he said, and she just stared at him. He waited a while and spoke again. "You should rise when I speak to you. You should show me some respect." "What have you ever done for me to respect you for?" she asked, actually puzzled why he would think that. "My family owns you," he said, equally puzzled. "So," she said. "Big shit. That doesn't make me respect you. If you treated me nicely I might have some respect for you guys, but you treat me like shit." He was quiet for a while. He finally motioned for her to approach the window, and she did, curious by now. He seemed to be getting his nerve up and he finally spoke. "I want to do what the Baron did to you, but I'll be nicer. Will you let me?" She laughed bitterly. "What, fuck me? Will I let you fuck me?" The question seemed so ridiculous to her that she couldn't stop laughing for a while. The boy seemed offended. "You own me," she finally said. "Why don't you just do it? Why even ask?" "Well," the boy said defensively, "I thought it would be more polite to ask." "Yes, it's polite... but..." she laughed some more. She wondered about the timing of this. Was the boy just wanting to copy what he'd seen today? Had he developed a liking for her? Was she just a pussy to him? She wondered if she could turn this to her advantage. "I don't even know your name," she said. "Randolphtino," he said, extending his hand through the bars of her window. "But everybody calls me 'Tino." "Pleased to meet you," she said, shaking his hand cautiously. "Well?" he said. "'Tino," she said, "Listen. I been through a lot today. I was raped by a monster and he just about split me in two. Can you wait a few days? I'm not going to say no to you. I'm just saying wait a few days and then maybe we'll try it. Okay?" "Okay," he almost seemed relieved. She wondered how far he'd had to get his nerve up just to come and ask her. "That's fair. I'll give you a few days." She had already decided to say yes if he returned and asked her again. She wondered if she could somehow use this to drive a wedge between him and his father. She remembered how much the children had always seemed to hate her. She wondered if the boy just wanted something to fuck. Surely, she thought, as wealthy as he is, belonging to such a wealthy family, surely he can get all the prostitutes and fucktoys he wants. Unless his parents had issues with it. Maybe they did, maybe he was sneaking around behind their back. "'Tino," she said, "does anyone know you're down here?" "No..." he said, hesitantly. "Would you get in trouble if people found out?" "No... I can't get in trouble by anyone but my father, anyway." "I see. I see." she said, nodding. They didn't seem to have much else to say to each other, and he finally left. Her plans began to get even more complicated. --==+==- Exactly a week later, the boy showed up again. Amber had spent the last week scouring her library for ever bit of sexual information she could find and she felt fairly well prepared for whatever might happen. He came to visit her late in the night, when she figured the rest of the castle was sleeping. He approached her cell and cautiously waved. She just laughed and motioned him into her cell. He entered, looking about curiously. Then his attention returned to her. She was so used to her own nudity by now that she thought nothing of it, but she realized that it was something exciting to him. "The... the spy-eye..." he said. "Is it ever used any more?" "No, they've never turned it back on," she said, indicating where it still lay in the corner. She'd even turned the lens to the wall just in case the camera was ever turned on. If she had something hard she would have smashed it. Throwing it against the wall hadn't broken it. They finally sat on the small bed that she now used for a couch. Small talk was a little difficult since they really had so little in common. At one time she would have been his equal if not his superior, but she had fallen far. I'm just a fucktoy to him now, she thought to herself. I'm just something to play with. Still... she wanted to appeal to him. She wanted him to love her although she realized that was probably a bit unrealistic. She wondered how deeply hatred of her was ingrained into him. If he'd do this... she thought... was his lust stronger than his hatred? She finally tired of trying to think of things to talk about. "'Tino..." she said. "Take off your clothes." He squirmed and began to blush. She laughed. "What did you come here for, then?" He finally took his shirt off and folded it carefully. He seemed to be dragging it out. She laughed again. She felt completely in charge now. He finally kicked his pants off and stood before her wearing some kind of little pouch thing. She was gratified to see the pouch sticking out quite a bit. "That, too," she said, pointing at his crotch. He grimaced and pulled it down and she actually saw her first real cock other than the Baron's, which she hadn't gotten to see very good in it's hard state. This one was hard. It stuck out nicely. It is erect, she thought, remembering her earlier studies of sex. She giggled and dropped to her knees. His knees almost buckled as she wrapped her arms around his upper thighs and slurped his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard on it and he groaned loudly. She giggled. She just sucked him for a while, rubbing his cock against her tongue and running it in and out of her mouth. She idly wondered why she'd been so ready to do this... was she that lonely? She was horny, she just didn't yet know the word yet. But she was. Suddenly, he sprayed a gob of semen into her mouth and she jumped. Again and again he squirted, and she finally swallowed it, almost choking. His penis finally settled down and began to soften. She finally dropped him from her mouth and stood. He looked happy and relaxed. She laughed at him again. "What?" he said defensively. "Did you like that?" she asked, smiling. "Hell yeah," he said. "That was my first. Was it your first?" she asked, and he nodded. "You were very good," he said, "I think, for your first time." "Hell," she laughed. "Nothin' to it." They sat on the bed a while and talked. They seemed more relaxed now and it was easier for her to talk to him. He finally put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him. "Amber," he breathed. "I'm... I think I'm gonna ask my dad if I can have you. You can live in my rooms then. Would you like that?" She laughed. She didn't have much confidence in Mr. DuChamp saying yes. She figured he still hated her, full strength. "'Tino..." she finally said. "Whatever. Just don't be surprised if your dad nixes it." "Well, I'll try... it'll get you out of here, if he says yes..." "I think your dad still hates my dad too much. But try, if you want." A few minutes later she slowly reached across his leg and touched his penis. He flinched and jerked but then he relaxed and giggled when she did it again. His penis began to harden. "'Tino..." she said. "Make love to me." --==+==- A year passed. Obviously, if Randolphtino had the nerve to ask, Mr. DuChamp refused his request, because she still lived in the dungeon. Her tortures had slowly dwindled down to almost nothing, only once a month, and finally stopped altogether. Her channel was no longer even in the top five hundred. The younger kids still came and teased her every now and then but it seemed like their hearts weren't in it any more. Randolphtino came and visited her maybe once or twice a week and it was obvious to her that he was sneaking around to see her. They made love, and she enjoyed just laying on her bed, being held by him. He seemed sweet, now, and she enjoyed her time with him. He didn't seem like a DuChamp at all. To her surprise, the Baron visited her, sometimes every day. They sat and talked for hours about business and the DuChamps and Eerie in general, all kinds of things. He seemed to enjoy her company and her opinions. He was good for her, he expanded her mind and helped her grow. She no longer had any hatred for him. She knew he was a tool of the DuChamps just as much as she was. She did her exercises every day for hours at a time. It became almost an addiction to her. It took her mind away from her predicament and helped pass the time. She could tell it was doing her good; her body hardened and she became tough. The spy-eye had been turned back on but it quickly malfunctioned, probably because of all the times she'd slammed it against the wall. It failed and had never been replaced. She felt like that gave her the freedom to do something with herself, and the ability to surprise some people when the time came. She knew, or rather she hoped, that her moment would come, and she hoped to be ready for it. The Baron warned her once to be ready because it was the one year anniversery of her coming to live with the DuChamps. To her disappointment nothing happened. Nobody even came down. She was almost insulted. Another year passed. She had been pretty well forgotten by the DuChamps, she realized. All but Randolphtino, who still visited her faithfully when he could. The rest of them just didn't care anymore. She didn't know that her father had died by his own hand. That had taken most of the fun out of it for Mr. DuChamp. He let her slide further and further from his mind. --==+==- One night after a week of solitude she had a visitor. It was the Baron and he opened the door to her cell and came right in. "Girl," he said, and she knew it was something serious. "DuChamp is planning a party, and he's going to kill you at the end of it. He's going to feed you to that goddam shark he has in his fish tank. He's going to announce that he's forgiven you and is giving you your freedom and a hundred billion credits for reparations. I'm supposed to lead you across the bridge over the tank but trip you, making it look like an accident. You'll be eaten by the shark and he'll get to act sorry that you didn't get to enjoy your freedom and your money." "Why?" she asked, her mind racing. "What's the point? Why doesn't he just have you strangle me or something?" "He's taken some hits in publicity on how he's treated you. That vid of me... me raping you got out and public opinion was harsh. He's just doing a little damage control." "Why are you telling me this?" she asked. "Just because. Everybody deserves a chance if they're strong enough to take it." "Even me?" she said sarcastically. "Even an enemy of the family?" "Girl..." he said, looking at her. "I've tried... but my hands have been tied. This is your best chance. Now listen closely." She nodded. Weirdly, she trusted him completely in spite of the things he'd done to her in the past. "You will be dressed and transported to a waiting room for the announcement. Now listen. In that room is a large leather couch. In the middle of the couch, hidden between the cushions, will be a handgun. A simple gun, with no safety, but reasonably powerful enough to kill a man with a single shot. It will have eight bullets in it. The bullets are hollow points and packed with poison. Even a wing shot will be fatal. Unrevivables. I don't know if you've ever used a gun before." she shook her head. "It's simple, just point and pull the trigger. The closer you are the better. You will be wearing a large frilly dress. Hide the gun in your hand and your hand beneath the dress. Shoot whoever you wish to shoot. I'm not going to tell you who to shoot. That's yours to figure out." She nodded, still wondering at his involvement in a scheme like this. But she knew by now he hated the DuChamps as much as she did. Surely his intention was for her to shoot DuChamp. "They'll search you down here but of course you'll be naked to start with. They might want to search you again when you go out to listen to DuChamp's speech. You might have to start shooting right then. Darling." He stared into her eyes. "I beg of you... make at least one bullet count. Make the shot count." She knew he was encouraging her to shoot DuChamp without saying it. That was her first choice, anyway. And those damn kids. She was starting to feel slightly optimistic, like maybe she could really pull this off. "Amber," for the first time he spoke her name. "I have to tell you something. Your father is dead... he took his own life. You need to know that before you go into this, I think you need to know that." --==+==- That night she paced the floor and did pushups until her arms burned and cramped. And she thought. She thought hard. She made plans, and discarded them. It seemed too simple the way the Baron had told it. Get a gun and bang. Problem over. She wondered if she needed to save the last bullet for the roof of her mouth. Her chances of getting out of this alive were slim to none. She wondered at the chance of taking one of the children hostage. Of course, if she shot DuChamp and his wife, the kids wouldn't mean much to the others. She wondered if she'd be better off not shooting DuChamp. She didn't mourn her father's passing. She had never been close enough to him for that. She was surprised that he'd been strong enough to do it, to take his own life. She wondered how he'd done it. She idly wondered about her mother, if she had survived. No matter, she told herself, and thought about other things. She wondered if she could pull this off, physically. She was thirteen, now that she no longer took the drug that had suspended her maturity. She knew that she was harder and tougher than most thirteen year olds. But the DuChamp's bodyguards were grown men. Probably the best money could buy. She knew she'd just have a split second to make the shot. She knew their reflexes would be fantastic. They'd probably shoot her within a second or two of her shooting him, if she made it that far. Amber's mind had developed well over the last two years of captivity. She'd never had to think before. But thinking was something that she seemed to do well, now. She'd had to learn how to think, first. She'd spent much of her captivity reading and learning. She thought about it... did she want to use this opportunity? Hell yeah, she did. Better than being shark chow. She was ready to get on with her life or die trying. --==+==- The next evening the Baron showed up with two female attendants in tow and a large bag of stuff. He winked at her and then they all moved to an upstairs apartment where the women helped her bathe and cut her hair. They dressed her in some undergarments and then a large frilly dress, something that seemed ridiculous to her now although she knew that the old Amber would have loved it. It felt weird to her to wear clothes after two years of forced nudity. They moved back out in the hall, where the Baron gave her instructions. She knew he was doing it for the benefit of the attendants, in case one or both of them were actually security. She was placed in a pink room and left to tend to herself for a while. She was sure the door was locked and didn't bother to try it. And sure enough, there was the couch. She cautiously sat on it, feeling down inbetween the cushions. Her hand contacted something hard and she pulled out a small, ugly pistol. She tried to familiarize herself with the gun for a moment and then hid her hand in the frilly dress, willing herself to stop trembling. Fifteen minutes later two guards came for her. She prepared to yank the gun out and fire, but they just asked her to follow them. She walked between them, through a darkened hallway, and up a slight stairway. The Baron was waiting for her atop it. "Walk beside me," he said quietly, "and be careful. There is no handrail and the shark hasn't been fed in a week." His voice raised in volume. "When Mr. DuChamp announces your freedom we will make our way across the bridge and appear from out of the mist. Then he will give you a voucher for a hundred billion credits. A skimmer will be made available to take you where you want to go. Do you understand? Any questions?" "Yes. No," she said. She knew that once again he was just saying this for the benefit of the guards. The guards didn't know that she knew the baron was actually supposed to trip her into the water. They walked to the start of the bridge, leaving the guards behind. "Thank you," she said. The Baron's voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Only two bodyguards are in the room, near the back, both in black velvet. Beware of them. I have a pistol, and I'll try and take them out. No one will suspect me. Do you know who you're going for?" "DuChamp, of course," she whispered, her mind racing. "Good," said the Baron. "He's wearing white. His wife is beside him, in pink." They mounted the walkway. Beneath her she saw a dark shape move through the water, and she wondered if that was the shark. A wall of mist confronted them, and they waited for the signal. The crowd began to applaud slowly, building in enthusiasm. The Baron took her arm and urged her forward. They burst through the wall of mist and came down the bridge to the shore. She caught a glimpse of DuChamp's face and realized he was shocked, shocked that she hadn't been tripped and thrown into the water like he'd planned. She shark will not get his meal today, she thought. Out of her peripherial vision she saw the Baron's hand coming out of his pocket. She took that as a sign and yanked the pistol from beneath her own waist. Mr. DuChamp's mouth was open slightly by now. She heard a flat dull pop, and then three more in rapid succession. Somebody had fired a gun four times. She hoped it was the Baron. Her gun was pointing at Pierre DuChamp by now. He had a fish-out-of-water look on his face and his mouth opened and closed. She knew he knew he was fucked. The Baron was still standing beside her scanning the crowd, and she assumed that it had been him firing the shots. She kept her pistol directly on DuChamp, as close as she could keep it to right in his face. She felt like she was floating instead of walking. They got closer and closer. The crowd seemed to be fading, pulling back. No one was talking. There was a dead, shocked silence. "Uhm..." said Mr. DuChamp, touching his ear. "Peter? Are you there, Peter?" "Peter is dead, you stupid shithead," said Amber. She actually didn't know if he was dead, or not. If he were still alive, she thought, I'd probably be dead by now, though. She heard a noise and something skittered across the floor in front of her. It was the Baron's gun. She saw the Baron walk ahead of her, and join the crowd. He turned to face her, his hands held up in surrender. She wondered if he was showing her that he was willing to take his punishment like a man, for the things he'd done to her while in DuChamp's employ. Her attention returned to DuChamp. He seemed mesmerized by the gun in her hands. She heard a squeak from his wife, who still stood beside him. "Mr. DuChamp," she said, into the silence. "You killed my father. You destroyed my family, and raped and tortured me." He shook his head, and she knew why he thought that. "You had me raped," she said. "Same difference. Anyway. By all rights I should kill you. I still haven't decided yet, though. I don't want to stoop to your level." On impulse, she pointed the gun between DuChamp's legs, and squeezed the trigger. The gun popped and kicked in her hands. DuChamp cried aloud and clasped himself but the bullet had passed between his legs without touching him. When he slowly raised his hands back up she was gratified to see he had pissed himself. She hoped the spy-eyes were getting everything. There were half a dozen circling them, now that interesting newsworthy stuff was happening. She thought seriously about just shooting him. What little law there was on Eerie would probably go easy on her, everybody knew her story by now. She figured the law would decide she'd already spent her time behind bars, in DuChamp's dungeon. But, now that she had the upper hand, now that she could blow him away, she decided not to. "I'm not going to ask for my father's money back, although the bet may be invalidated when the race committee finds out you bought the race off. Until they decide, keep the money. My father was a fool to make a bet with a scumbag cheater like you. I am taking the hundred billion since you offered it, although I'm not diving into the tank like you also planned. You're lucky I don't throw you in there, you stupid dipshit." Nervous laughter rippled through the crowd and then there was silence again. "DuChamp. I'm going to break you, by the rules. I'm going to take your empire apart, one business at a time. And then I'm going to take you apart. I can do it, I'm young and I have the ambition, thanks to you. Watch your back, motherfucker. I am coming for you." She took a few steps forward, and yanked the voucher from his grasp. He let her take it. This bitch had better be good, she thought. This was all on vid, though. He'd have to follow through. He'd have to give her the money. She turned to face the Baron. "You comin' with me?" she said. The Baron smiled. He left the crowd, retrieved his pistol, and joined her. She heard a noise in the back of the room. It was 'Tino, coming forward. "Me too," he said, "I'm coming, too." She laughed and took his hand. "Come on then," she said, "Let's blow this joint. This party sucks." --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING. http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255