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###

### Lena and the wheel

###

### By Ioug Zahlts (@zahlts3.bdsmlr.com)

### for @Lenalen2001

###

### Inspired by Brian Aldiss and his Wheel of Kharnabhar,

### part of the Helliconia cycle. If you like this story

### I recommend you read this trilogy.

###

### This is a story of extreme imprisonment and very hard

### forced labour. If this is not your kink, this is not

### for you.

###

### 2020-06-29

###

Lena was doomed even before the trial started. In Hellia, any female

found guilty of any crime above a very low threshold, was condemned to

the same sentence: The Great Wheel. Assuming she would survive, she

would then be a slave for the rest of her life.

What had Lena done? She was studying to be a scribe, but she had

difficulties paying for her own upkeep. Her parents were poor, they

had already paid for the studies of her older sister, now a

Counselor. Scribe studies were long and involved and only some male

students got scholarships. Learning to read and write the Hellian

ideo-alphabetic language was hard enough, but scribes were expected to

know Law and Sacred Customs as well, to be able to write official

papers and read at religious ceremonies and the like.

The parental money had eventually dried out, so increasingly she had

started whoring herself out to richer, male fellow students, in

exchange for food and board money. One of them had taken a liking to

her but Lena had not reciprocated. She humored him for a while but he

was becoming increasingly demanding. He had strange games, like tying

her up during sex. She didn't mind all that much initially, but lately

he had started hurting her more and more. Sitting on her sore bum for

hours during lessons was distracting. He then demanded a cut on her

whoring work, and that had been too much. They had an argument, but it

was over before it even started. \"The Wheel it is for you, bitch, just

wait,\" he had said. The Wheel? That was outlandish, what had she done

wrong?

Since she had refused to apologize, he had denounced her the next

day. Prostitution, although universally tolerated, was illegal. In her

case, it was even a scandal that a student of Sacred and Profane

Hellian Literature was selling herself. That she would have starved

otherwise and that her fellow student had blackmailed here did not

even register as extenuating circumstances. Barely 15 mn after her

trial had begun, she had to admit that she did prostitution work.

There were plenty of witnesses. An hour later, the jury found her

guilty. Her parents were in tears, they knew that it meant. They had

no time to say goodbye.

As soon as the trial was over, Lena found herself in a holding cell,

naked. She was petite and lean with pretty but small, fairly flat

breasts, the result of her poor upbringing and recent near-starving

diet. The Healer after a long and thorough exam found her fit

enough. The Metalworker didn't have much work to do to adjust her

shackles and collar, he quickly found the right size items in his

collection. The collar was strange, very shiny, tightly fitting, and

an oddly textured, uncomfortable inner surface that seem to grip the

skin of her neck. The Metalworker did not allow her to speak and

worked quickly and efficiently. Her wrists and ankle shackles were also

tight-fitting, each with a single, large ring on their outer

circumference. Lena could not work out how to open them, they looked

like a smooth, thick, heavy, unbroken circle of metal. In response to

her muted questions, the Metalworker said the only sentence of their

entire interaction: \"they are permanent.\"

There was one more thing that the Metalworker produced. A strange

contraption, wiry, with an anatomically curved piece of metal in front

with many small holes in it. The Metalworker fitted a long, thick,

round, yet flexible wire around her waist tightly. The metal plate was

affixed to the waist via another length of wire and was adjusted to

cover her vulva exactly. A shorter length of wire connected to a ring,

large enough to fit between her ass cheeks at the position of her

anus. A final piece of metal wire connected the ring to the waist wire

in her back. The result was a tightly fitting chastity

belt. Everything was adjusted with flat clamps and rivets. There was no

way to open it. A rivulet of sweat had started to form along Lena's

spine as soon as she understood what what being done to her, now she

was in full panic.

The Metalworker was not done with her. He fished in a large wooden box

yet another strange instrument. It looked like a small bear trap

somehow, with a large ring in the middle . The Metalworker made Lena

open her mouth and fitted the trap-like contraption in between her

teeth in one smooth motion. The Metalworker then spread the trap with

a pair of screws, forcing Lena to open her mouth as wide as she

could. The Metalworker then adjusted the trap like-device to sit evenly

over her upper and lower teeth and locked the screws. With her tongue,

she tried probing the device but found the was constricted by the

large ring in the middle of the device. She tried pushing the device

out, but it was firmly in place. Effectively, the device was like an

inner-only large ring-gag. From the outside, it looked as if Lena was

opening her mouth stupidly, drooling and unable to utter words and

sentences. She could only emit ooohs and aaahs, nothing that anyone

could understand.

The Metalworker bolted a 1m-long chain in between her ankles, and a

40cm one between her wrists. With a metal leash bolted to her collar,

he led her outside of his workshop to a waiting horse-drawn

carriage. The carriage driver made Lena sit in the back, padlocked her

chain leash to the bench and put a thick leather hood over her head.

In the darkness, Lena could only hear some comments as the cart

progressed through the streets of the city. Mostly men mocking her

pitiful shape and some women calling her a dirty whore. Some threw a

few stones but none found her mark. The trip took a long time, many

days of winding trail to the Kardahar Mountain. Along the way, the

driver stopped many time for runny food that could be given to her

through her mouth contraption, and water. The driver, not given to too

much compassion, knowing that Lena was a prostitute, made use of her

mouth every night on the way. Every time after his orgasm, the driver

would tell her to \"enjoy that while she can.\" Lena had several

occasions to find out that her belt did not interfere much with her

natural waste elimination needs. Her shackled wrists made it harder to

wipe but she managed. She could not touch herself though, as was

clearly intended. As hours passed on the road, in the darkness of the

hood, she was starting to find her situation hard to bear and her

despair increasing. Clearly she should have given in to her fellow

student, but it was too late now.

At last, after several days of travel, they arrived at the Kardahar

mountain. A magnificent sight if there ever was one, but Lena could

see none of it. It was getting chilly as they horse carriage took them

high up and finally to the entrance of the Wheel, carved on the side

of the mountain. Once inside the facility, Lena's hood was

removed. She could see she was in a large man-made cavern with an

ornate staircase going down, at one extremity. As she step down from

the carriage, she heard a jingling of chains. A dirty-looking woman,

chained much like her, with the same stupid-looking open mouth, but a

harried look, blinking eyes, very long unkempt hair coming down her

back was being led by two Priests to the carriage. She was very thin

but had muscular arms and leg and looked fit. Her nails were short but

dark and dirty. Her hair was just starting to gray a little at the

roots. Lena wondered about her age, maybe she was about 35? She had

the exact same chastity belt as Lena, but with a worn and dull

look. She smelled of old sweat.

She was hooded, padlocked to the same bench where Lena was, and soon

the carriage was going away, taking her with it. The two Priests took

Lena each by one arm, and led her towards the stairs. Lena tried to

make some noise, \"oara araajorhao ar?\" she tried saying. The priest

responded: \"She served her time, now it's your turn.\" At the bottom of

the stairs, there was a brightly lit corridor leading to an opening

carved in the stone of the mountain. It was approximately cubical, on

the right side, there was a large and heavy metal bar, round and

polished, affixed to the wall. There was a heavy chain coming out of

the wall ahead of her, at approximately waist level, just below a

strange-looking metal box. On the left side there was a hole in the

floor and above that, coming out of the wall but near the ceiling, a

kind of spigot. A few drops of water fell directly from the spigot

into the hole. The three walls, the floor and the ceiling looked as if

they had been carved directly into the stone of the mountain. They

were very smooth and mostly flat. Looking carefully, one could see

that the far wall ahead of Lena was actually slightly concave. Looking

even more carefully, one could see a dark hairline at the junction

between each of the tree walls and both the floor and ceiling, as if

ceiling and floor were not connected to the vertical walls.

The two Priests locked Lena's collar to the heavy chain. A

strange-looking, sturdy bolt was used for that. They gave Lena very

little explanation. The chain was just long enough for Lena to go from

the metal bar to the hole in the floor. It was clear that the hole was

for waste. It was also clear the spigot was for water. They explained

that when Lena would hear the sound, she would have to grip the bar,

put her feet on the ground, and push. \"Very hard,\" they said. \"This is

your only way out.\"

They fed directly a kind of tasteless soup directly into her via a

kind of thick syringe, and a bit of water. They then let her rest on

the ground. She even managed to sleep for most of the night. In the

morning, seemingly nothing had changed. The two same Priests were

overseeing her just outside of her reach. The same meal was given to

her as breakfast, and soon a loud sound like a mighty trumpet could be

heard througout the mountain. \"Time to push the Wheel, harlot,\" they

said. \"Time to accomplish your sacred duty. Push the Wheel, redeem

yourself, and if you push well, the Gods will let you out.\"

Lena felt a sudden jolt in her neck, coming from her collar. The

Priests pointed at the metal bar, and said \"Push, or it will hurt.\"

And a second jolt came through her collar, a stronger one. Lena cried

out. As soon as she recovered, she put her hand on the metal bar. She

could hear a slow rumbling. The ground was slightly shifting under her

feet. She tried pushing on the bar, but a third jolt came through the

collar. This one really hurt. \"You have to push much harder than that,

shameless harlot,\" said one of the Priests. So she pushed, and pushed

and a fourth jolt made her fall to her knees, as she screamed with

pain. She got up as fast as she could and pushed on the bar with all

her might, as hard as she ever had. The bar retracted into the wall

slightly and the hear a faint click. There was no jolt for a while, so

she kept pushing with the same strength, which took all of her will to

maintain, as the ground was ever so slightly shifting below her feet.

She found that as long as she was pushing hard enough, the bar stayed

retracted into the wall and there was no jolt, but as soon as she

slacked off, if the bar came out of the wall and a faint click was

heard, the jolts came back with increasing force and she had to push

back. Rest was impossible. The jolts were incredibly painful and

coming very quickly. She did not want to find out how bad they could

become.

After an hour of this, Lena was already exhausted and in pain in her

back, legs and arms. She was giving it everything she had to avoid the

terrible shocks. By now, the ground had visibly shifted. She realized

that she was driving her own cell into the mountain, into a long,

circular tunnel from which she now could now guess the entrance. She

was not even a meter into it. She understood. She would have to push

her cell through this tunnel by using her sheer physical force. How

long was the tunnel going to be?

After three, long, exhausting hours of pushing, there was a new sound,

just as loud. The Priests, still looking at her and overseeing her

progress, told her she could stop. Lena collapsed on the ground,

panting. After only a few minutes, she realized that her chain was

being pulled into the wall, and she along with it. She was being

relentlessly reeled toward the metal box. As she was less than a meter

away, the box opened, revealing a kind of metal cylinder with a smooth

pointed end, about 20cm long. Lena quickly realized that she was

meant to take it into her mouth. Ever so helpful, the Priests came to

her and helped her align the dildo-like metal cylinder, and told her

to swallow it like a cock. Fortunately Lena was not short of

practice. It was going all the way to the back of her throat, when the

box closed itself around her head, encasing her in darkness. Almost

immediately a thick tasteless fluid started being pumped into her

throat. Taken by surprise Lena had the presence of mind to swallow the

stuff as it was coming. It was a kind of force-feeding apparatus!

There was no way to avoiding whatever was being given to her. She came

close to panic, try to use her shacked hands to free herself, but to

no avail.

After maybe ten long minutes of force-feeding, the box opened again

and Lena was able to pull out, collapsing on the ground, breathing

again more freely. She was given nothing else. No water, but the food

was runny enough and probably contained a lot of it. She did not feel

thirsty. After barely a few minutes of rest, the same sound as the

first of the morning sounded again, and shortly after this, a first

jolt came through the collar. Mad with pain and anguish, Lena pulled

her chain out of the wall and went to the metal bar. With more

practice, she was able to avoid a third jolt and started pushing hard

enough to engage the bar into the wall. Lena was in agony from toes to

shoulders due to the muscular strain, but really had no choice. She

had to push.

This cycle of pushing-feeding was repeated three more times through

the day, four times in total. After the second cycle, a hole in

the ground appeared as Lena was pushing. At the end of the fourth

cycle, the hole was directly under the spigot. By then, Lena's

cell was completely embedded in the rock around her. The Priests

could no longer see her. She was in a box surrounded by four walls,

the floor and the ceiling. She was in almost complete darkness except

for a faint glow that seem to emanate from the two hairline

cracks at the junction of the ceiling and the forward and back walls.

Lena had lost track of time. Her body was screaming in pain from the

terrible exhaustion of the constant pushing she had to exert during

the whole day. She estimated logically that she must have been pushing

for 12h and that she might have 12h of rest ahead of her. The spigot

behind her made some noise, and water started falling from it directly

into the hole underneath it. Not knowing how long it would last, Lena

pulled her chain and went to drink from it. It was cold! very cold

water, probably coming from a mountain stream nearby. She tried to

use the water to clean herself a little, but it was hard to do in the

shackles and painful due to the temperature of the stream. She

reasoned that if she was going to survive this ordeal, she would have

to take care of hygiene as much as possible, so she positioned her

hands and pussy and ass directly under the falling stream of water to

try and clean herself as best she could. It was sooo cold that Lena

was trembling after only a few minutes. And then the stream stopped as

abruptly as it had started. There was dead silence in the cell. She

realized that the faint light coming from the lines in the ceiling was

getting dimmer. She reasoned it was daylight and that night was

falling.

Soon it was completely dark in her cell. She was exhausted and not a

little bit overwhelmed with despair. How long was her sentence going

to be? She had never been told. Would she have to push like this every

day? What if she got sick? What if one day she would not be able to

push? Would the shocks in her collar intensify until she died under

the torturous current? Her overwhelmed mind was racing with myriads of

questions, but soon, she could no longer form any coherent

thoughts. She curled underneath the head box, and fell asleep in

minutes, in her chains, on the cool, hard ground.

The Wheel of Kardahar

--------------------

The Wheel had existed for centuries on Hellia. Its proportions were

sacred. Hellia was a planet orbiting a yellow Sun for a small year

that was 367 days long. The largest planet of the system, Nemesia, a

brown dwarf, a planet 10 times larger than our Jupiter, almost a star,

orbited the same Sun in a 10-small year elongated elliptical resonance

orbit called a long year. When the brown dwarf was away from Hellia on

its orbit, it was just a bright object in the sky, varying in

brightness between that of a full, red moon, and just a bright

star. But every 10 small year, and for a few short months it came

quite close to Hellia. It illuminated the night sky so brightly that

there was no night, no other star, only an alternation of day and

bright red glow that made the temperature of the planet rise slowly

but steadily. Harvests were ruined, large forest fires were

common. Unrest was widespread. Most revolutions started on the year of

the hot red nights. Civilizations had a hard time getting a foothold

on such a short cycle.

Eventually the brown dwarf would move on it orbit and things calmed

down on Hellia, but a lot of damage was done and starting over with a

significantly smaller and hungrier population was never easy.

The Priesthood on Hellia was the only constant institution. It

hunkered down every ten year in the high Kardahar mountains where

temperatures were always bearable even during the hottest nights. Over

centuries, it had built this enormous Wheel. A gigantic monument

symbolizing the travel of Hellia and Nemesia in their orbit that was

3670 meter in diameter. It contained 1835 cells on its periphery, each

3m by 3m in size, each containing one prisoner. Females only, as they

were the source, according to the Priesthood, of all the unrest in the

world. These prisoners were made to atone for all the others, and they

represented the full 10 years long cycle of the brown dwarf in the

sky.

Their atonement consisted of pushing the Wheel along. There was only

one way to enter the Wheel, and that was as Lena had done to come down

the stairs of the monument and be fitted to a cell via a chain

set. Once the wheel started moving again, after only a day of pushing,

the cell was embedded in the mountain, and the only way out was to

push the gigantic stone wheel along until all the other 1834 cells

ahead of her had come to a stop one by one in the monumental stair

room.

The outer rim of the wheel was like a gigantic cog. Each cell was

separated by 3m of hard rock. Each prisoner was fed and roughly looked

after by an army of Priests feeding them by the metal tube and the

head box. They had water for washing themselves twice a day. They

would be shocked to death via their collar if they refused to push.

They would push every day. It took two days of pushing for a new cell

to come to rest in the monumental stair room. A prisoner was liberated

on that day, from her cell but not from her life of slavery, and a new

one would take her place. Against all expectations, most prisoners

were found alive and well, in reasonably good physical shape

even. Mentally, though, this was not the case. Many prisoners never

spoke again. This was seen by the Priesthood as definitive proof that

the atonement was working and the Gods were on their side

The occasional deaths were handled simply. Unbeknownst to the

condemned, the head box could open towards the center of the

wheel. Priests could check on each of the girl's health during feeding

time, adjust diet if necessary, and a corpse would be reeled in,

extracted and disposed off. It was never returned to the family, since

the condemned had not fullfiled her duty.

There were 1835 cells. 3670 days of pushing. 10 years. One long, long

year.

------

Lena woke up feeling the chain pulling her up by her throat. Feeding

time. Before she was fully conscious, the metal tube was in her throat.

The runny meal, designed to keep her healthy, with all the nutrients

and vitamins necessary, was flowing down her throat. It had no taste,

it did not need to have any. Soon the meal was over and the head box

was opened again. The water was running, better be quick about it if

she wanted any of it.

The horn blared. The first shock of the day coursed through her

neck. Lena rushed to the bar and pushed mightily. In spite of the

stiffness of all the muscles in her body, she was able to make the

bar click, and the ground shifted ever so slowly below her.

This was the beginning of day two of pushing. Another 3669 to go.

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