Kyou's Biggest Fan

Kyou awoke with a groan, his head groggy, like it was filled with fog.  It didn't take him long to realize that he was gagged, blindfolded, and restrained, so often had he awoken in such conditions before; the difference this time was that he hadn't remember going to sleep bound, and certainly not with the help of drugs, the only explanation for how his head felt.

For a wonder, as he squirmed and tested his bindings, he discovered he was still clothed, at least, wearing the same tank top, mini skirt, thigh-highs, and high-heeled sandals that he'd worn when he'd gone out shopping, perhaps earlier that day, or had it been longer?  He even felt the familiar weight of the slim sky-blue leather collar he'd wore, so that hadn't been removed either.  As his head cleared and his heart rate picked up, Kyou took stock of his position.  He was sitting upright, on a rather plush reclining chair, what he thought might have been a really executive office chair or something like it, and his arms were actually tied down rather comfortably to the armrests, looped over several times with soft nylon rope at his wrists and elbows.  He felt similar rope wound quite snugly around his waist and the back of the chair, and his legs were pressed together and raised atop the footrest of the chair, with ropes wound around his ankles, knees, and thighs, while his feet dangled over the edge of whatever they were secured to.  The blindfold seemed to be a simple cloth wrapped around his eyes, while the gag was your run of the mill ball gag, and from the feel of it, he'd been drooling onto his chest while he'd been asleep.
  
Kyou took a long, slow breath through his nose, trying not to panic.  This was not one of Gloria's games to be sure, and though Grace might pull something like this, he had a feeling deep down that she wouldn't, especially if it meant pissing off Gloria in ways Kyou could only imagine.  The other kerryns wouldn't do anything like this either, so that meant it had to be someone outside the Dungeon.  Instead of struggling against the ropes, which he knew from a quick test with his fingers that he couldn't free himself from, Kyou listened around him and sniffed the air.  With his better-than-human senses, he easily picked up the scent of a human male around him, one that had been there fairly recently, and who had been quite aroused.  Gulping, Kyou focused on the sounds around him, which were surprisingly unremarkable.  He heard air moving through a duct somewhere to his left, which was probably why the room was rather cool, and the faint echoing sound of a larger space somewhere behind him, like a big tunnel or parking garage, something like that, muffled, though, perhaps behind a door.
  
Biting down around the gag, Kyou thought back to what he last remembered before he had awoken.  He'd gone out from the Dungeon as he often did, picking up a few items from the nearby store.  It was such a liberating experience to be able to go out and shop like that, and Gloria not only allowed him to do it, but encouraged it!  He'd taken the same route he'd traveled to the store so many times before, just a handful of blocks away from the Dungeon itself.  It was the middle of the day, so the streets were crowded, and to avoid the large crowd at the intersection, he'd taken off down an alley he'd taken before...and then there was that van parked there, and when he'd walked by it, someone had opened the door and pulled him in, sticking something in his arm.  He'd cried out and started to struggle, but whatever it was that he had injected Kyou with worked fast, putting him out in a minute or so.
  
He'd been kidnapped, but by who?  Was it one of Gloria's rivals, perhaps, or one of the hunters she'd mentioned before, using him as bait?  They'd known his route, and had counted on him going down that alleyway; had they been watching?  Oh gods, what did they have in mind for him?
  
Feeling a sudden panic flare up within him, Kyou actually screamed into the gag and pulled at the ropes, hoping against hope that the armrests would dislodge or that one of the knots he couldn't reach would work loose.  He worked his legs back and forth as much as he could, but only wound up working up a sweat and rubbing his skin raw.
  
As he calmed down and started breathing slower again, he heard quick footsteps echoing somewhere behind him, getting closer.  Kyou froze, though his heart still raced and his breathing came in short gasps.  He heard locks being undone, then a heavy door swinging open, the footsteps entering the room, the door closing a moment later.  He smelled the male scent, the same one he'd smelled before, and perhaps just as excited, if not more so than what he'd smelled before.  With the door closed, Kyou heard him stop, breathing heavily, perhaps trying to calm himself.
  
A few tense moments passed, both of them unmoving but for their heated breathing, and finally Kyou's captor stepped up behind him.  Kyou jumped, squealing when a pair of strong, rather calloused hands touched his shoulders, sliding over them lightly, moving upward.  Kyou let out a nervous whine as the fingers touched lightly along his neck, then brushed through his hair.  They stopped at the blindfold for a moment, but then, almost nervously, they brushed the fur along his ears, making them twitch reflexively.
  
“I uh...didn't know they were real...your ears and tail, I mean,” he said, his voice a bit high and obviously, strangely, nervous.  “You're more beautiful up close, Midnight Rose.”
  
Kyou gulped again.  That was his stage name.  He and Gloria had come up with it when they'd started developing his stage show, which had him dressed as a traditional Japanese geisha, performing a variety of dances, both entertaining and erotic, ending with an intensely arousing strip tease that had him showing off nearly everything, except what he actually was.  He quickly departed the stage after the first round of applause and cheers, mainly serving to pump up the crowd for the rest of the dancers that night.  He'd developed quite a fan base since he'd started, and it was generally accepted that he was actually a woman.  The other dancers and entertainers of the Dungeon never denied it, of course, but they never confirmed it, either; it was all based on what the people observed on stage.  He'd lost count of how many love letters he'd received from men, and until now, hadn't thought it a bad thing.  His fur was standing on end, his tail twitching back and forth off the edge of the seat.
  
“You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you,” he said, a bit gentler, his breathing somewhat more controlled.  Kyou felt his captor's fingers at the back of his head, fiddling with the knot on the blindfold, and a moment later his vision was restored.
  
Kyou blinked in the bright light coming from above, and when his eyes had adjusted, he gasped.  His vision was filled with images of himself as the Midnight Rose:  glamor photos from some of the same magazines Gloria and Grace had been featured in, several copies of the souvenir autographed photos they sold in the gift shop at the Dungeon, even pictures that looked like they had been snapped from his various stage shows from different angles around the stage.  Worse, there were pictures of him as he walked down the street, and judging by the different clothes he wore in the images, this man had been watching him for a few weeks now.  Kyou was too stunned to react.  He had a stalker!  He actually had someone obsessed with him!
  
And now his stalker had him all to himself!
  
“I've watched every one of your performances since your debut, Rose,” the man said, resting his hands upon Kyou's shoulders again, leaning close to breathe in the smell of Kyou's shampoo and perfume.  Kyou whimpered, cringing away from the man as his lips neared Kyou's cheek.  “There there, Rose, you don't have to worry.  You're in a safer place now, a place you won't have to worry about anything at all.  I'll take care of everything, love, you don't have to be afraid anymore; nobody's going to hurt you here.”
  
Kyou felt his captor's breath on his cheek, but then he pulled away and stepped in front of Kyou at the  foot of the chair, finally giving Kyou a look at him as he paused to stare over Kyou's body.  He was surprisingly rather average, with brown hair and eyes, a plain looking face, but was pretty muscular, and was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.  He gave Kyou the impression that he was used to working outdoors, maybe something in his very masculine scent, or just the overall appearance he presented.  He finally crouched down at Kyou's feet, his big hands reverently grasping them, rubbing them lightly through Kyou's heels.
  
“Oh, Rose, I've waited and waited for this for so long!” he breathed, looking up to Kyou, a look of loving delight on his face.  His hands drifted upward, rubbing lightly over Kyou's calves.  “I've seen what some of those monsters try to do to you at the club, how they shout obscene things at you and try to buy your attention for a night.”
  
That was the idea, at least as far as Kyou and Gloria were concerned; something so very desirable that nobody could possess.  He specifically declined all offers to do private dances or other forms of entertainment, except when it came to the special customers, the ones that spent days and weeks at a time in the dungeons below the actual nightclub.  Kyou had learned that the common customers in the club were there for cheap thrills, not the kind of things offered below, and if he could get them excited and up the income a bit, then he was doing his part.  He was still in shock that someone was actually confessing this sort of thing to him.
  
He actually moved his head closer to Kyou's feet, inhaling deeply, then kissed Kyou's toes, right through the open-toed shoes.  “We'll have so much fun together now, Rose.  I've seen how you've looked at me before, how much you needed me.  I'm sorry it took so long for me to save you from all that, but I had to make sure I had everything ready for you.  I've got a room all set for you, Rose, and it's got everything you'll need to live happily forever, away from all those hungry stares and drooling apes.”
  
Kyou swallowed, staring at his captor uncertainly. What to do?  He was crazy, that went without saying, but if Kyou wanted to get out of this alive and unharmed, he'd have to play along.  Kyou closed his eyes and breathed deeply.  Maybe this guy wasn't as bad as some of his old mistress' acquaintances, maybe he was just delusional with the heroic knight thing.  But from the way he was acting and looking at Kyou, he certainly had the look of a man in love with a woman.  Opening his eyes, Kyou worked his jaw around the ball gag while giving her captor a pleading look while mumbling incoherently.
  
“Oh, you want me to take that out?”  Kyou nodded quickly.  “Well, that won't hurt anything, Rose; it's really far away from anyone down here, and sound doesn't carry too far beyond this room anyway.”  His captor stood and went to Kyou's side, undoing the strap and pulling the ball free.
  
As he lifted the gag away, Kyou noticed it was a deep blue color, rather fitting given his hair color.  He sighed, working his jaw about.  “Thank you, mister...” he said, his voice low, a bit frightened.
  
“Just call me Jerry, Rose,” he said, crouching beside Kyou, his finger touching Kyou's hand, circling he top of the hand slowly.  “You okay now?”
  
“Y-yeah, mostly, I guess.  I just, I'm a little shocked I guess, Jerry.  I wasn't expecting this,” Kyou said, blushing as he slowly squirmed in the seat.  “You did all this to save me, right?”
  
Jerry nodded quickly.  “Oh yeah, Rose, that's right.  I've thought about you so much since that first night!  You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.  I can't stand all these modern, big-breasted women; there's something refreshing about a girl with a natural, small chest.  Bet you don't hear that often, do you?  But that's only just part of your beauty, Rose.  Everything about you...damn, I can't just pick one thing!”
  
Kyou blushed more deeply.  Maybe it was worse than he thought as Jerry gushed over 'her' good looks.    “Well, Jerry, yeah, that's not something I get a lot...C-could you maybe loosen the ropes a little bit?  They're uh, chaffing a bit,” Kyou said, smiling innocently.  It was true, he could feel the chaffing against his delicate skin, especially from when he had struggled before.
  
“Yeah, yeah, we'll get to that in a while.  You'd like something a little more strict, I know.”  His smile broadened.  “I read your article in that magazine last month, where you talked about how kinky you liked everything.  I've got all kinds of stuff ready for you, Rose.  You'll be in heaven with me!”
  
Crap!  He'd told Gloria saying that kind of stuff in the interview was going too far; just thinking about some of the other things that they had come up with for the ‘Midnight Rose’ to say made him even more nervous.  He looked down, taking a quick breath, before he managed to smile demurely back at Jerry.  “Oh, yes, that's right, Jerry.  You do know so much about me, don’t you?”
  
Jerry nodded quickly.  “I sure do.  I remember everything I’ve read about you, Rose.  That’s how I knew about your fantasy, to have a nice guy sweep you away from the troubles of the world and tame those wild, kinky passions inside you.”
  
Kyou looked away from him, but hopefully he would see it more as showing embarrassment than revulsion.  He’d never said anything about a guy taking him like that…he and Gloria had specifically kept everything gender-neutral.  And besides, that was just the fantasy for that character, not himself!  Okay, so, if he had to play the role for a bit, until he could find a way out, or someone from the Dungeon found him, maybe that would be for the best… He looked back over to Jerry, who was still kneeling beside him, and gave him what he hoped was an appreciative smile.  “Thank you so much, Jerry…I really don’t know what to say.  I really wasn’t expecting someone as brave as you to come along so soon.  It’s…it’s really like a dream coming true!”  Oh, gods, had he really just said that?  Had it sounded sincere at all?  Had he even managed a straight face at all?
  
Jerry stood, his face brightening, his chest very nearly puffing up with pride at Kyou’s praise.  His hand went to Kyou’s, and clasped it strongly.  “Oh, Rose, my love, I could do nothing less!  And I promise to do so much more for you, to you!  You’ll never have to go back to that life again.”
  
This guy was crazy…didn’t he know what a fantasy was, and that they typically weren’t supposed to come true?  Oh well…  Kyou started a low, content purr, wiggling his bound feet as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.  “Then I guess we shouldn’t wait to start the fun we’re going to have together?  I’m starting to get really excited; I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in mind for me.  Um…Jerry…since we’re going to be together like this…should I…would you like me to…call you master?  You are going to tame me and make me completely yours, right?”
  
Jerry considered it for a moment, a subtle change coming over his face, his prideful smile turning into something a bit more superior, somehow…darker.  “Y-yes, of course, Rose, that’s a very good idea.  Yes, call me ‘master’ from now on.”
  
Kyou lowered his gaze, and not only because it was appropriate of one submitting himself, but because he needed to quickly hide the worry that slipped onto his face.  Maybe he shouldn’t have suggested that… Still, he couldn’t exactly take it back now, could he?  “Thank you, Master Jerry.  How might this slave serve you, master?”
  
Jerry actually chuckled, leaning down, his hand moving to Kyou’s cheek, where he cupped it and began stroking it with his thumb, his eyes looking deeply into Kyou’s.  There was instability there, and no doubt a growing desire to dominate and indulge in something sadistic.  “You can’t fool me that easily, Rose.  I know you’re still wild; you’re trying to play with me.  But don’t worry, I won’t punish you too hard the first time.”
  
Kyou’s barely had to act at all to feign the worry look that spread over his face as he pulled again at the ropes.  “Oh, no, master, please don’t punish your loyal slave!” Kyou begged, whimpering lightly, and not just for show.
  
“But that’s what a slave like you wants, isn’t it, Rose?  To be punished, beaten, whipped…you said so yourself.  Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of that and more,” Jerry said, his voice taking on a sinister edge as he continued to rub Kyou’s cheek with his thumb.  “Of course, slave, I may be convinced to lessen your punishment…if you can please me to my satisfaction.”
  
“Oh boy, here we go…” Kyou thought, wiggling in the chair a bit more, fluttering his eyes innocently. “How may this slave please you, master?” he asked, his voice low and submissive, and also wanting, the way he’d been trained for so long as a pleasure slave.
  
“I’ve got some ideas where you can start,” Jerry replied, releasing Kyou’s face.  His smile seemed to get a lot slimier, but Kyou had expected that.  Also not entirely unexpected, Jerry adjusted his position beside Kyou slightly, and guided Kyou’s hand to the crotch of his jeans.
  
Kyou could already feel a growing erection there, and, though the ropes held his wrist to the arm of the chair, obediently began working his fingers over it, and felt it getting bigger under his touch.  “Yes, master, this slave will please you for sure,” he said, completely confident in his abilities; he’d done it countless times before, though this was the first time he could recall doing it on a man who didn’t know that Kyou himself was actually man as well.
  
Jerry sucked in his breath, groaning.  “Oh yeah, baby, that’s right…fuck, I can’t believe how hard I’m getting.  Take it out already!"
  
“Yes, master,” Kyou replied softly, working his fingers around his crotch a bit longer before tugging his zipper down and reaching inside.  His tight underwear parted easily after a bit of manipulation, and his hard cock sprang upward as Kyou pulled it through the opening, making Jerry breath louder and faster.  Without even being told, Kyou let his fingers slip down the throbbing shaft, rubbing lightly over and cupping Jerry’s balls.  “My new master is so big!”
  
“Damn right I am, slave, now less talk, more hand job,” Jerry commanded, his eyes alight with newfound intensity.
  
“Yes, master,” Kyou replied quickly, bringing his hand back up the shaft.  Jerry was moving himself along well enough to help Kyou out, even without being prompted, so that gave Kyou just enough play in his bindings to work his hand up and down, slowly to start.  His fingers squeezed the shaft gently as he moved it upward toward the head, squeezing a bit more firmly around its base, his thumb pressing down and sliding about, not unlike using a joystick.  Jerry groaned again, setting his feet wider and pressing his legs against the chair to steady himself as Kyou started moving his hand more quickly up and down.  It wasn’t long before Jerry’s pre-cum had moistened his shaft and Kyou’s hand, which served to make Kyou’s job easier.
  
Suddenly, as Kyou felt Jerry’s climax building, his captor snarled, pulling himself away from Kyou, shaking his head and breathing deeply.  “No, no, no, not that way, not this time, not just yet.  Damn, Rose, you’re good, but I know how I want this to go right now…”  Jerry, his erect cock swinging in front of him, disappeared from view for a moment.  Kyou turned his head, and just barely saw him as he dug through some nearby drawers, finally returning with a shoestring, going down to Kyou’s feet.
  
Even before he started removing Kyou’s heels, Kyou knew what Jerry wanted, and really couldn’t fault him for it; Kyou’s feet were quite lovely, like the rest of him, and he prided himself on keeping them that way.  Jerry removed Kyou’s shoes, leaving his stocking-clad feet hanging over the edge.  He paused, kneeling down to breathe in the scent of Kyou’s feet before looping the shoestring around Kyou’s big toes, pulling them tightly together.  He wound the string around them, tying it off with a firm tug.
  
“You know what to do, right?” Jerry said, looking up toward Kyou, who nodded and wiggled his bound toes.  Jerry smirked and stood, his hands rubbing over the tops of Kyou’s feet before his stiff shaft pressed between Kyou’s soles.  Kyou could still feel Jerry’s pre-cum through the stockings, and once Jerry had pressed his length all the way though, so that Kyou’s feet actually rested against him, Kyou began working his feet back and forth, up and down the base of the shaft, squeezing and relaxing.  Jerry groaned loudly, and started thrusting his hips back and forth slowly so that Kyou could work the rest of his shaft.
  
Kyou squeezed most firmly when the head of Jerry’s cock was against the tops of his feet, rolling his erection up and down as much as his bound toes would allow.  “Oh, fuck!” Jerry said, grunting as he began thrusting more forcefully between Kyou’s feet.  Jerry grasped Kyou’s feet to either side and shoved himself even more forcefully between them, working his hips back and forth at a faster, stronger pace.  Kyou saw him start to sweat more profusely, and smelled his sex scent strongly.  Even though he was the victim here, Kyou felt himself getting aroused, and silently thanked Gloria for buying him those tight little panties that helped keep his own erection contained, though if he wasn’t careful to control himself, it wouldn’t matter; you could only hide so much in a miniskirt.
  
Thankfully it didn’t take Jerry very long to blow his load.  With a loud grunt, Jerry came, his load covering the tops of Kyou’s feet and ankles, the scent mingling with the musk already filling Kyou’s nose, threatening to arouse him even more.  He continued thrusting himself slowly several times, working out the remainder of his cum, making sure he rubbed the head on the very bottom of Kyou’s soles before he stepped back, breathing hard.  “Holy fuck, Rose, that was…damn, I don’t know, that was fucking great!  You’re some kind of sex goddess or something, aren’t you?”
  
Kyou blushed, lowering his head just slightly; yeah, he was some kind of sex goddess alright…  “Thank you for saying so, master.  This slave is-”
  
Before Kyou could say more, Jerry had his head between his hands, and was kissing him forcefully upon his lips.  Kyou gasped, jerking at the ropes, but quickly submitted to Jerry’s insistent tongue, letting it into his mouth, where his own tongue entwined with Jerry’s.  Damn it, he’d been around Gloria too long!  He was getting turned on!  One of Jerry’s hands moved downward and pressed against Kyou’s neck, then over his chest before slipping inside Kyou’s shirt.  His captor’s fingers squeezed Kyou’s pectoral area, and apparently didn’t notice anything amiss, and soon brushed against Kyou’s hard nipples.  With Jerry’s tongue filling his mouth, Kyou’s surprised yelp when Jerry pinched his nipple came out muffled.
  
After what seemed forever, Jerry pulled his tongue from Kyou’s mouth, their lips finally separating, though his hand continued squeezing and rolling Kyou’s nipple.  Jerry’s grin was pure sadistic glee now.  “You did great, Rose, but you made me come too damn fast.  So I’m going to have to punish you.”
  
Kyou whimpered, tugging at the ropes, and gave his best innocent look to Jerry.  “Please, master, this slave begs for mercy,” Kyou pleaded.  “This slave didn’t know master’s limits yet, but can do better if given a chance!”
  
“Don’t worry, Rose, you’ll have plenty of chances while we’re together.  But a good slave does what her master says, doesn’t she?” Jerry asked, his finger coming up to stroke along Kyou’s chin.
  
Kyou nodded slowly.  “Yes, master.”
  
“Good, that’s the right answer.  Now, I think you should beg to be whipped, don’t you?”
  
He wasn’t wasting any time stepping into the big boy’s shoes, was he?  Maybe things were starting to get out of hand.  Kyou gulped, but nodded.  “Yes, master.  Please, master, will you punish slave Rose?  Whip her until she can’t take any more, master!  Please, whip this slave until you are satisfied she has been punished enough!”
  
Jerry laughed, taking hold of Kyou’s jaw, forcing him to look up.  “Why Rose, how could I say no to that?  I have something I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”  Jerry patted Kyou’s cheek affectionately, then guided his mouth open and pushed the ball gag back in, securing the buckle behind Kyou’s head.  He then took a moment to strip down, his cock still showing his excitement by standing at attention, before untying Kyou from the chair.
  
He allowed Kyou to stand on his own, but once upright, Jerry brought Kyou’s arms behind his back, bending them painfully, making Kyou squeal into the gag.  With Jerry’s powerful hands holding his arms crossed and together behind his back, Kyou had little choice but to move in the direction Jerry pushed him, through a door that had been hidden by Jerry’s Midnight Rose wallpaper job.  On the other side was a brighter room, and more tastefully done, but altogether more frightening.  It was decorated like the dungeon rooms at the club, with black and red being predominant, and indeed, there were various pieces of dungeon furniture there.
  
“This is going to be your new home, Rose.  I made it just for you, and it’s got all those things you talked about and more,” Jerry said proudly, pausing to give Kyou a chance to look the room over.  Kyou whimpered, struggling with renewed energy, but Jerry wasn’t letting go.  In fact, he pulled Kyou close to him, his large erection pressing against Kyou’s backside almost teasingly.  “I knew you’d like it.  Come on, it’s punishment time!”
  
Fearful, but surprisingly finding himself still aroused, Kyou whimpered into the rubber ball filling his mouth as Jerry guided him toward an open spot in the center of the room, a pair of hooks hanging ominously from the ceiling, each with a few bundles of nylon rope hanging from them, each a different size.  Jerry took down the first and smallest bundle and spun Kyou around, pressing his hands and wrists together.  He unwound the rope and soon had it doubled over, and began looping it around Kyou’s wrists in a shibari-style bind.  Smiling all the while, he lifted Kyou’s hands and snapped one of the hooks over them.
  
Next, he took up another pair of ropes, and soon had Kyou’s ankles bound to a pair of rings set into the floor, leaving his legs spread a couple of feet apart.  Turning a nearby crank, the hook rose, forcing Kyou to stand on his toes within a few moments and leaving him unable to move very much at all.  Jerry was behind him once he had finished, pressing himself against Kyou, one hand wrapped around his chest, the other rubbing downward along Kyou’s side, toward his hips.  “Rose, you’re beautiful, but you look even better when you’re tied up.  I’m going to whip the clothes right off your back.”
  
Kyou whimpered and shook his head as Jerry kissed his neck, nibbling his flesh softly.  The arm around his chest shifted, allowing Jerry to pinch and roll Kyou’s nipple through the thin material of the shirt, while his other hand caressed Kyou’s thigh.  For a moment, Kyou tensed, because Jerry’s hand pressed toward the front side, toward Kyou’s crotch.  But then Jerry changed direction, his hand groping Kyou’s shapely ass through the skirt.  All the while, Kyou felt Jerry’s hard, throbbing prick brushing his back.
  
With a final nipple pinch and a slap to Kyou’s ass, Jerry pulled away.  Kyou sighed with relief that his secret hadn’t been found out just yet, and turned his head to watch as Jerry went to one of the walls where the whips and floggers hung.  He should have been terrified, but for some reason he was still excited, and it took every bit of self-control he could muster to keep his own cock under control.
  
Jerry returned a moment later, a dark leather strap, about two inches wide, in one hand, and a coiled whip in the other.  As Kyou begged for mercy into the gag, his words distorted and mostly incoherent, Jerry’s sadistic smile only grew.  He tossed the whip atop a nearby table and flexed the leather strap between his hands.  Kyou’s eyes widened, and his breathing quickened.  Jerry gave a few test swings, the wide strap whooshing through the air behind Kyou.  Kyou quickly turned his gaze forward and bit into the soft rubber ball, sweat beading on his forehead.  He never cared for the rough stuff, but years of training made it difficult for him not to find enjoyment in the pain he had so often been forced to endure.
  
Without warning, Kyou yelped, the strap crashing into his backside with a loud slap, rocking his body forward.  Jerry laughed as Kyou squirmed, a patch across his left buttock stinging from the blow.  Jerry wasted no time in delivering another hit against the same buttock, just a bit higher.  “Gotta tenderize the meat!” he said, laughing again as a stronger blow his across Kyou’s right thigh, this time making him squeal from the more intense sting that was left in the strap’s wake.  Kyou whimpered, biting into the rubber ball as more blows landed, powerful hits that forced Kyou forward, only to have gravity and the ropes pull him back for the next strike.
  
By the time Jerry tossed the strap, Kyou was panting, his backside red and throbbing everywhere, his teeth set firmly into the ball gag.  He even had his eyes squeezed shut with tears streaming down his cheeks.  It hurt, each buttock and thigh were no doubt covered in welts, but still, Kyou’s training had kicked in, and all that pain was quickly turning into arousal.  He could feel his cock growing between his legs, pressing against the soft material of his panties, demanding release and further attention.
  
But Jerry was groping Kyou’s ass, making him squirm and whine, much to his delight, as his rock-hard cock, which he pressed between the crack of Kyou’s ass several times, attested to.  After a good feel, his hands came around Kyou and pinched his likewise hard nipples through his shirt and twisted hard, again making Kyou cry out.  “You just keep getting more radiant, Rose.  I’m gonna take your clothes off now, love.”
  
Kyou moaned softly, watching from the corner of his eyes as Jerry picked up the whip, the man’s body covered in sweat, but his stamina was fueled by his need to abuse Kyou, and that gave him plenty of reserve strength to call upon.  Kyou took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he heard the whip uncoil and play across the floor behind him.  All he had for a warning was the briefest of whooshes as the whip sliced the air, and in the next instant his back exploded, a line of white-hot pain across his lower back, just above the skirt.  Kyou flinched, groaning as he bit into the ball gag.  Damn, that hurt!
  
“Huh, a little lower than I was wanting,” Jerry muttered, and in the next instant, Kyou felt the whip bite into his back, this time a diagonal cut lit up his left shoulder blade, this time making him let out a short cry.  “That’s better, just a hair off from the strap; I think I can get it next time.  Feel free to scream as much as you want, my dear Rose,” Jerry said, cupping a handful of Kyou’s ass for a moment before he stepped back again.
  
Kyou did scream when the next bite of the whip met his flesh, the strap on the tank top easily sliced through.  Emboldened by his success, Jerry cracked the whip again, right down Kyou’s spine, leaving a cut in the back of his tank top.
  
Kyou screamed with each successive blow and cried fresh, hot tears as the pain mounted.  He knew from experience that his back wasn’t bleeding, well, maybe not much, and that Jerry’s strikes wouldn’t cause any permanent damage, and he also knew that he was more than a little excited, his cock throbbing in his panties.  His tank top was in tatters in the floor, and Jerry was teasing him with the coiled whip by rubbing it against his still pained behind, but all Kyou could think of was trying to reign in his erection.  He could have sex for hours, endure torture like this for longer, but to actually hold himself back, to try and keep himself from giving into the pleasure…that was real torture.
  
Jerry struck out with the whip again, this time landing it across Kyou’s right thigh, the levels of pain compounding immensely, his skirt now with a fresh tear.  Kyou yelped and groaned, biting the ball gag for all it was worth, but Jerry was relentless, landing another searing strike across his right buttock, then another across the left, and just kept going, perhaps a dozen more times.
  
When Jerry finally stopped, breathing hard himself, Kyou hung limply from the ropes around his wrists, breathing in short gasps, his body covered in sweat.  His backside was on fire, to put it mildly, and each time be breathed it only flared p worse.  And yet, with his skirt and panties hanging in tatters on the backside, held up by only the barest of threads about his hips, he was feeling horny as hell.  When Jerry wrapped his arms around him, and began roughly kissing his neck and pinching his nipples, Kyou moaned with delight.
  
“Oh, fuck, Rose, I’m so fuckin’ hard now!” Jerry said, his hard cock pressing against Kyou’s tortured backside again.  His hands left Kyou’s chest, his fingers gliding agonizingly slowly over Kyou’s lashed hips, then his ass.  “I want your ass, Rose; I want to cram you full!  You want me inside you, don’t you?” he asked, and Kyou nodded eagerly, more than eager for some enjoyment.  Jerry laughed, and slapped Kyou’s ass, producing a squeal.  “I knew you couldn’t resist.  But we can’t go in without some proper prep, can we?”
  
Jerry knelt down and quickly untied Kyou’s ankle ropes from the floor rings, leaning up behind him and after some minor struggle, managed to free Kyou’s bound hands from the hook.  With another forceful kiss, this time on Kyou’s cheek, he pushed Kyou toward a nearby horizontal bar with a light foam padding wrapped around it, and promptly had him bent over it, then just as quickly unbuckled the ball gag and plucked it from Kyou’s mouth.  His erect cock was pressing against Kyou’s lips before he knew it, and without prompting, Kyou opened his mouth wide and allowed Jerry to thrust himself inside.
  
Jerry eagerly worked his hips back and forth, and Kyou just as eagerly ran his tongue up and down the shaft as it powered in and out of his mouth.  Kyou even raised his tied hands and worked his fingers along Jerry’s shaft, squeezing and stroking him, making him grunt and pant even more excitedly, and seemingly grow even harder.  He soon moved to squeezing and massaging Jerry’s balls as his thrusts became more forceful, and Kyou continued working his tongue along the shaft, but focused mainly on the head, flicking it in a way he knew men loved.
  
“Damn it, Rose, not yet!” Jerry cried suddenly, snatching Kyou’s hair, jerking Kyou’s head back as he pulled out, a line of saliva momentarily hanging from Kyou’s lips to the slick head of Jerry’s cock.  Jerry let go of Kyou’s hair and moved around behind him.  As he did, Kyou raised his rear, wagging it back and forth enticingly, his tail raised out of the way, and his thighs pressed together.  This not only gave Jerry the best angle to get what he wanted, but it kept Kyou’s own hard cock out of sight.
  
As Jerry ripped away what was left of Kyou’s skirt and panties, Kyou moaned excitedly.  “Oh yes, master, please, please give it to me!” he cried.  Kyou felt the head of Jerry’s penis pressing against his anus a moment later, and had his hands been free, he would have spread his cheeks wider to help Jerry in.  No point in denying himself now; he was too worked up and horny to care by now.
  
Jerry pushed himself inside Kyou’s anal opening slowly, and with Kyou’s experience, he relaxed himself so that Jerry could squeeze himself inside a moment later, and had his hands been free, he would have spread his cheeks wider to help Jerry in.  No point in denying himself now; he was too worked up and horny to care by now.
  
Jerry pushed himself inside Kyou’s anal opening slowly, and with Kyou’s experience, he relaxed himself so that Jerry could squeeze himself inside with little difficulty; he was far from the largest man Kyou had entertained in his time.  “Rose…oh god damn!” Jerry groaned, pressing himself inside slowly until he was all the way in, his balls pressed against Kyou’s ass, and all the while, Kyou moaned with excitement as he was filled up.  “You’re so tight!  Fuck me, that’s too good!  No woman should have an ass this fucking great!” he said, slapping Kyou’s left buttock soundly.
  
It was then that Jerry began moving himself in and out, working his cock with more confidence after each full thrust.  He started slow, obviously struggling to prevent himself from coming too soon.  Kyou did what he could to prolong the experience, not working his ass as he normally would, allowing Jerry full control of him.
  
As Jerry became more forceful, his thrusts rocking Kyou against the bar, he wrapped a hand into Kyou’s Hair and pulled him upright, turning his head so that their lips could touch once again while his other hand moved down to tweak Kyou’s nipple, giving it a few quick rubs, then a solid pinch.  Kyou screamed with carnal joy, finally deciding to squeeze himself around Jerry’s cock, and Jerry let out a loud, intense moan as he neared a climax.  “Oh, master, yes, I can feel you, you’re so close!  Please master, more, more!”
  
“I’ll give you more, slave girl!” Jerry panted, pounding at Kyou’s ass harder, actually lifting him off the floor.  Kyou’s cock stood at full attention by now, yet Jerry still hadn’t noticed, and in an effort to get some attention, Kyou’s bound hands drifted downward, intent on stroking himself.  “You want some attention up there, don’t you, Rose?  What the fuck, huh?  I’ll be nice this once,” Jerry breathed, his arms slipping below Kyou’s arms, his hand sliding down over Kyou’s stomach, going for his crotch.
  
For a moment, Kyou forgot what was happening, lost in the haze of pleasure that had consumed him, the only important thing being the orgasm he so desperately needed.  He squirmed and squeezed himself around Jerry’s cock, and the man very nearly roared as he shot his load into Kyou’s ass, at just about the time his hand reached Kyou’s own erection.  Jerry continued thrusting, slowing as he did, but his hand firmly rubbed around Kyou’s cock, even reaching down and cupping his balls, giving them a firm squeeze.  He repeated the motion several times, and Kyou could just barely see a look of confusion on the man’s face as he slowed and stopped, though with Kyou’s extremely aroused state, the light touches upon his cock were enough to send him over the edge, and he screamed as he too came, shooting his load to the floor in front of them.
  
It was then that Jerry finally pulled out, and Kyou fell to the floor on his ass.  He turned quickly, and watch as Jerry staggered back, a look of undeniable horror on his face.  Kyou gulped as he panted for air, raising his hands to wipe some strands of hair from his face.  “Um…master Jerry?” he asked meekly.
  
Jerry continued walking backward, his erection fading quickly.  “Y-y-y-you…R-R-Rose…c-c-c-cock and b-b-balls…” he stammered, shaking his head.  “OH MY FUCKING GOD!  YOU’RE A MAN?!”
  
Kyou nodded slowly, blushing.  “Y-yes, I am,” he said simply, rising to his knees, making no effort to hide himself now.
  
The scream that Jerry let out was very high-pitched, almost feminine as he hit the wall and slid downward, shaking his head and muttering madly.  “ohmygodohmygodIfuckedaman! ohmygodohmygodIfuckedaman! ohmygodohmygodIfuckedaman!” he said, over and over again, curling into a fetal position and rocking, his eyes squeezed shut, shaking his head ‘no’ as if it were all a bad dream.
  
Sighing, Kyou got to his feet and worked the knots in the ropes loose with his teeth and looked around the room, wondering if he could find a phone somewhere nearby to call Gloria.

* * *
  
“So what happened to Jerry, Gloria?” Kyou asked, safely back in his room at the Succubus’ Dungeon, laying on his stomach after Gloria had rubbed some of the healing creams onto his whip lashes.  He’d found Jerry’s cell phone and made a call, but Gloria and the others were already looking for him, and managed to find the place soon after.  That had been a few days ago, now.
  
“I didn’t press charges against the brute,” Gloria said, massaging Kyou’s shoulders lightly as she sat next to him.  “Apparently, all the police could get out of him was that you were a man and he had a good time with you, sweetheart.”  She chuckled in that cruel, sadistic way she did sometimes, when she was having really naughty thoughts.  “I thought about sending him to some people I know, to get him more in touch with his feminine side, but instead I actually recommended a good hospital for him.  He’s right crazy, you know, gone completely mad apparently.  He just couldn’t accept the fact that you’re such a sexy guy, I guess.”
  
“I sort of feel bad for him,” Kyou said, sighing.  “I led him on, and even got off at his expense.  It was a terrible thing for me to do.”
  
“Don’t beat yourself up too much, my sweet little kitty boy,” Gloria said, leaning down to kiss his cheek.  “There’s no way to know what a crazy stalker like him would have done to you if he’d managed to keep you there all along, or had found out what you were sooner.  You should be thankful he’s going away for a long time to a nice padded room; it’s better than what Melody and Galatea had in mind for him.”
  
Kyou actually shuddered, only imagining a fraction of the kinds of tortures those two would have put him through.  “I guess so.  That feels really good…I wish you could stay longer.”
  
“Me too, but you know how business is; I hate these kinds of meetings,” Gloria said with no small amount of distaste.  Her hands lifted from Kyou’s shoulders and gingerly patted his ass.  “Still, at least I’ve got something to look forward too when I get back.  You’ve healed up quite nicely, sweetheart.  And I’ve got you all to myself tonight,” she purred, slipping off the bed and moving in front of him, giving him a deep, forceful kiss, her tongue meeting his halfway, entwining, wrestling, only a preview of what she had in store for him later.  After a good long kiss that had Kyou hard as a rock, Gloria pulled away, licking her lips before kissing his forehead and taking him into a quick hug, pressing his face into her huge breasts.  “Oh, sweetheart, this day just can’t go quick enough.  I’ll see you in a few hours,” she said, standing.  Her tight red dress swished as she turned, her heels clicking on the tile as she neared the door.
  
“Um, Gloria, can you untie me, please?  I really would like to get up and walk around and see how everyone’s doing,” Kyou asked, looking up to her as she walked away, tugging at the handcuffs and leg irons that held him spreadeagle atop the bed; he’d not been out of his room for two days now, restrained in some form or fashion by Gloria.
  
As Gloria opened his door, she grinned back at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes.  “Oh, no, sweetheart, not a chance; I’ve got to make sure you’re all healed up and safe and sound.  You’ve got a whole week’s worth of vacation to take, and I’m going to make sure you’re taking it just how I want you to.”  Gloria blew him a kiss, and with an amused chuckle, she slipped out of his room, closing and locking the door behind her.
  
Kyou sighed, but continued smiling at the door for a few moments before resting his head on the pillow and trying to ignore the erection Gloria had managed to work up with her kiss.
  
She was such a good mistress.

Star Wars - Lucee's Submission

“I can't believe that bitch did it to me again!” Lucee shouted, snarling as she clawed at the locked silver cuffs around her ankles and wrists, and at the wide, necklace-like collar around her neck. She was back in her room at Paulie's place, finally, after an extremely humiliating night at Akivara's. Well, it wasn't really that she was humiliated...oh, she felt shamed and embarrassed, but it had excited the hell out of her, being nude and having so many people eating dinner off of her body. She did love being the center of attention, after all, even if she acted like she wasn't having fun. Hell, the worst part of the whole dinner thing was that she had just been released from the chastity gear and was horny as hell; she'd wanted to come straight back to her room and give her big vibrating dildo a good, long-overdue work out.

But, after that long, incredibly erotic dinner, where she not only was the main course, but later, the desert tray, she had been released while the festivities had continued with Paulie and Akivara's new slaves, she had been dressed in another revealing dancer's outfit, consisting of a skimpy bikini top and bottom, along with a longer sash that hung down in front and back between her legs, and the lovely, locking jewelry Akivara was so fond of. Lucee hadn't thought about it at the time, assuming the locks were the same as the ones she'd been tricked into before, but this time, the jewelry didn't have the hidden combination system; they were actually hard locked with a coded key.

“Is something wrong?” Kairi asked, leaning into Lucee's open doorway. Paulie's big shadow fell over her as he too leaned in, a look of feigned innocence on his hairy face.

Lucee whirled around from her mirror, hands on her hips. “You're damn right something's wrong! Akivara did it to me again! These things,” she said, lifting her right arm and shaking the thick silver cuff, “are locked on, and they're different from the other ones! Did she give you a key, Paulie?”

The big wookie shook his head. “No, she didn't. She never even mentioned it; I thought you'd learn to ask about that kind of thing by now.”

“Yeah, Lucee, you should've checked on that before we left,” Kairi said.

Lucee glared at them both, raising a finger and waving it back and forth. “Don't even start!”

Paulie shrugged. “Just cool off and get some sleep; I'll go over there in the morning and get the key.”

“No, I'm going over there right now! She's not getting another bit of fun at my expense, not tonight!” Lucee said, slipping her sandals back on.

“This late? You do realize we're on Nar Shaddaa, right?” Paulie asked, backing away from the doorway with Kairi as Lucee stomped out into the hall.

“I don't care! I'm not spending a night in these things!” Lucee replied stubbornly.

“I'll go with you,” Kairi said quickly, hurrying to follow Lucee. “I can't let you walk all the way back there alone, can I?”

Lucee paused, turning to Kairi, offering her a smile. “Thanks.”

Paulie ducked into Kairi's room, then came back holding her big blaster rifle, which looked small in his hands. He tossed it to Kairi, who plucked it out of the air with a grin. “Figure that might come in handy; she can be quite a handful sometimes,” he said with a growling chuckle.

“No kidding; have to keep her at gunpoint just to keep the thugs out there safe from her,” Kairi laughed.

“Oh, ha ha. Come on, I wanna get to bed before morning if I can,” Lucee said, heading for the stairs, Kairi following behind her. Soon enough they were on the street under the open air of Nar Shaddaa, which was still fairly busy, even given the early hour. It was a planet-wide city, after all. Lucee took a slow, breath, shaking her head, ignoring a rather pungent odor coming from one of the nearby sewer drains. “Man, can you believe she did that to me again? Even after I did the dinner thing?”

Kairi shrugged, holding her rifle at ease in front of her as she walked beside Lucee. “I can, actually. Akivara's loves to have a good time, and you do react so well. I wouldn't hold it against her, though; she's just having a friendly laugh at your expense.”

“Which she always does,” Lucee grumbled.

“Personally, I think you look lovely, Lucee,” Kairi offered, keeping her voice even as her eyes looked Lucee over again. “Despite what you might think about it...I think you'd make a good slave; to the right master, of course.”

Lucee shook her head quickly. “I'm really not slave material; I'm a dom according to what Paulie and Akivara seem to think.”

“I don't know about that...you took to it pretty good while we were all wearing those chastity belts, and even doms can be subs. Just look at Naomi.”

Frowning, Lucee thought to one of the recent additions, the teacher turned slave Naomi that they had just picked up. She'd taken well to her role as a group leader for the slaves, but then she'd really surprised everyone when she had asked to punish one of her students for her bad behavior. Then she'd really gotten into it, working the girl over with surprising skill. Paulie had already taken her as one of his favored slaves, even had her pierced and marked before the night was over. Turns out she had been a closet dom her whole life, and had fantasized about it daily. For her, slavery was actually quite becoming, allowing her to fulfill her deepest, darkest fantasies. “Yeah...but she was already a bit off in the head before she was enslaved, too, wasn't she?”

“Is it really something so wrong? You've seen first hand how Paulie treats his slaves. Hell, he blew a couple hundred thousand creds to get Athena back, and promised to scour the galaxy and leave a trail of bodies behind him if it meant he could get Balla or Adrielle back, should something happen to them. He cares for them, and they care for him, Lucee, probably more than anyone else has ever cared for them. It's kind of like us in a way.”

Lucee actually paused, and not just because she had to let a particularly drunk Gran and his Duro friend pass by. “How do you figure that?”

Kairi took a breath. “Well...we've been watching each other's backs for a good while now, and we're just about able to tell what each other is thinking, for the most part, right? You're always up there getting the attention, while I stick to the shadows and take care of any undesirables. I protect you, and I wouldn't do that if didn't care for you. It's not that different.”

Continuing on down the ramp and up the next, Lucee finally glanced over to her friend, seeing that her eyes were set ahead of them, her features carefully neutral behind her green-tinted shades. Lucee reached up and pulled a strand of her blonde hair from her eyes as they continued toward the slave mistress' apartment building. “So...Kairi...are you saying that...you care for me a bit more than as a friend?”

Kairi's nostrils flared, her jaw shifting slightly. “Yes, I am,” she said simply. She often tried to present herself as a cold, calculating sniper, and she could certainly play the part, but there were depths to the Cathar woman that even Lucee hadn't uncovered...but apparently she was working on uncovering one of those depths now.

Lucee swallowed a sudden lump in her throat, her heart beating a bit faster. The way Kairi had behaved at the dinner that night, going right for the food at Lucee's pussy, eagerly licking up what had remained there, teasing her clit with the chopsticks...the look on her face the whole time. She had really been enjoying herself, not just joining the crowd. “Then...what you're saying is...you’re attracted to me...”

“More than that, Lucee,” Kairi replied, her voice tight. “I feel responsible for you. I...want to protect you and care for you, like Paulie cares for Balla and the others. You’re a special woman, Lucee, and I daresay that you've seduced me completely. Every time you dance, every time you use that whip...all the times you've gotten embarrassed and lashed out at us...I've adored each and every moment of it. I want to...to be with you, to protect you, to love you...to possess you, like I know you want to be. I wasn't joking all those times I said I knew your true feelings. You deny your nature, you think of the good girl your parents know you as, the good girl you want to keep showing them. You're holding yourself back; you're denying your own freedom, your own happiness. I don't want to deny my feelings any longer, Lucee, and I hope that you won't keep denying yours.”

Lucee's mouth hung open as she her steps faltered and she came to a stop. Kairi remained close, only a couple feet away, though she stared ahead of them, careful not to meet Lucee's gaze just yet. Kairi...loved her. She wanted to be with her, to protect and ...possess her. Lucee's mind tried to immediately quash those sentiments; they simply couldn't be true, Kairi had to be messing with her again. But no...Kairi had spoken truthfully, her voice was way too serious to be joking. “K-Kairi...I...how did...I can't...I mean...” Lucee stammered, suddenly blushing fiercely, looking toward the walkway beneath her feet.

“For someone who enjoys being the center of attention, you sure can get embarrassed when you're with your friends, Lucee,” Kairi said softly. “That's just one of the things I love about you, though. If its one thing I've learned since we started working with Paulie, its that sometimes you can find freedom only when you surrender yourself to someone else. You're still very much a little girl, Lucee...you want someone to tell you what to do, the comfort and assurance of knowing that someone is there to correct you if you do something wrong. And I think you enjoy the idea of being punished...you love showing off, holding the attention of a crowd; it excites you, energizes you, thrills you like nothing else. And when we started here, the little things, like the outfit you're wearing now, or starring as the dom during our performance, those were entirely different thrills, new and exciting, but still you held on to your good girl image. You're a bad girl, Lucee, behind that innocent shell, you're a naughty girl, and you need to let that out. Don't worry, I'll gladly punish you for it if you wish.”

Lucee hadn't moved, Kairi hadn't moved but to turn toward Lucee as she spoke, the way she held her big rifle more than enough to dissuade anyone from coming too close to them. Lucee couldn't believe what she had just heard. “How do you do it, Kairi? How do you notice these things about me?” Lucee whispered, still unable to move, still blushing furiously. How could she be so right about Lucee's private feelings? Yeah, she loved to show off, to feel the eyes of a crowd watching her, being held in her sway until she let them go. But Kairi was also right in that since she'd been introduced to the whole dominance and submission thing, she'd been secretly intrigued by it, the idea of being a willing submissive, a...slave, as some would say. But she couldn't let anyone know about her feelings...but somehow everyone did. Kairi perhaps most of all, even Paulie and Akivara had picked up on it, and no doubt others had. Finally a realization hit her, like a blaster bolt to the chest.

She looked up to Kairi finally, swallowing despite the sudden dryness of her throat. “Kairi, I...I've been hiding from myself, haven't I? Everyone has seen it but me. I've been denying everything good I've been feeling the last couple of months, haven't I? How can I be so shy about this around friends when I wear skimpy outfits and dance in front of hundreds?”

Kairi nodded, sporting a warm grin. “You have been, but that's part of what makes you so much fun, Lucee. It's like I said, you're denying your own pleasure, your own self. I've gone along with all the crazy little things we've done because I've wanted to help you find yourself, to pry you out of your shell. Maybe it's finally worked, huh?”

“Y-yeah, maybe,” Lucee replied, clasping her hands together in front of her, rocking back and forth on her heels. Lucee smiled, holding up her cuffed wrists. “Kairi, did you and Akivara plan this? This wasn't just her messing with me, was it?”

Kairi shrugged, though her grin gave her away. “Maybe.” She tilted her head up the street, and they started walking again before she spoke. “I do have an attraction to you I can't explain, Lucee; it's not a mating thing, and it's more than simple lust. I supposed I'm a little jealous of Paulie and Akivara...they have people willing to give themselves to them...but I couldn't force you into anything like that. But, if you wanted to try it out, just to see if you'd like it...I wouldn't mind at all. I'd feel better if you experimented with a friend first, even if its not me.”

As they entered the street leading up to Akivara's apartment building, Lucee smiled again, if a bit nervously. “I...probably would like it...I might say I don't, but you've seen through that already, haven't you? But you really want me as...a slave girl?”

Kairi replied, sounding a bit more confident. “Akivara and Paulie have so many, after all, and there's only one I'm wanting...” She trailed off with a deep, enticing look over her shaded glasses at Lucee. “It'd be like what Kitty does, though; you could stop whenever you wanted to, of course.”

Lucee laughed, a bit nervous, but feeling a surprising warmth building inside of her. “Who knows? I might like it so much I'd never want to leave.”

Kairi raised an eyebrow, stopping in front of the locked lift shaft, the two Gamorrean guards stepping aside, recognizing them from earlier. “So...you want to try it? You want to be my slave?”

Lucee clasped her hands behind her, blushing furiously as she rocked back and forth innocently. “Maybe...its like you said, Paulie and Akivara have so many, you're entitled to at least one. I'd love to try it with you, Kairi, I really would.”

Kairi's smile grew, her hand going to Lucee's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “Thank you, Lucee. You won't regret it...too much.”

Giggling, Lucee nodded. “Thanks, Kairi. I'm sure you've got all kinds of embarrassing things planned for me, don't you?”

“Maybe,” Kairi replied, her wicked, mischievous, grin spreading on her face as she slipped her rifle’s strap onto her shoulder. Lucee quivered as Kairi hit the code for Akivara's floor. A moment later, the both of them were on the lift, heading to the penthouse, though they were fairly certain that she basically owned the whole building; she was very much in favor of Barza the Hutt.

As the lift came to a stop on the upper floor, they were greeted by Kyou, who smiled broadly as he bowed. “Miss Kairi, Miss Lucee, welcome back. I trust everything is okay?”

“It is now,” Lucee said with a grin. “We came for the keys, but...” She trailed off, giggling nervously, blushing freshly.

“Ah, so you've finally decided to explore yourself, hmm?” Kyou asked, his smile seeming to widen even further, exposing his sharp, white teeth. “That's very pleasing, Miss Lucee; I'm sure you won't regret it. Miss Akivara was quite hopeful that you would come around. She's returning her new slaves to the pins right now, well, most of them; she does have a couple of special cases she's keeping a closer eye on. You're more than welcome to spend the night if you wish; we have several guest rooms, and, if Miss Kairi approves, Lady Akivara has selected some lovely accessories for Miss Lucee.”

“Oh, how nice of her,” Lucee said, a hint of annoyance obvious in her voice. Akivara just had to keep butting in, didn't she? Well, it wasn't like she wasn't curious to see what they were, at any rate; as much as it irked her, Akivara did have a very good sense of style about her.

Kairi nodded, glancing at Lucee before she replied. “That sounds wonderful, Kyou. We'd love to accept the Lady's hospitality.”

“Excellent! Please, this way, ladies,” Kyou replied, his tight dress swishing against his fur as he turned and escorted them through the entryway and through the dining hall. Lucee gulped, noticing that the two schoolgirls-turned-slaves who had been punished earlier at dinner, Veronica and Sarah she thought, were still stretched in a tight spread-eagle position in a metal framework. Their bodies were still covered in the light whip marks from earlier, and they were both still drooling from the ring gags in their mouths. They looked at them as they passed, their tears dried, but still in obvious discomfort.

“These are the special cases, I guess?” Lucee asked as they passed into the next hallway.

“Oh, yes, that’s them,” Kyou replied with a smile. “My Lady does not appreciate them conspiring to escape earlier, and a light whipping isn’t enough. So, they’ll most likely spend the night there, unless they beg her properly when she returns. I suspect they’ll be there all night, though.”

“Better behave, Lucee; wouldn’t want to have to string you up there with them,” Kairi said with a chuckle.

Lucee blushed, looking to Kairi. “You wouldn’t…I mean, would you?”

“Only if you were a really bad girl. But you’re not going to be one, are you?” Kairi asked with a low, enticing growl.

“Uh…no,” Lucee stammered quickly, gulping despite herself. She looked back at the floor, her hands wringing together, heart pounding quicker. She wouldn’t be a bad girl…would she? The way her mind was racing, and the fact that she was agreeing to this at all said she couldn’t trust herself not to get at least a little wild. She had an excuse, though, right? A whole month in the chastity belt, not being able to get herself off when she wanted, then that two day mind-blowing constant stimulation she and the others had gone through before the belts had been removed…the little bit of euphoric experimentation with Balla and Athena and Adrielle on the way back from buying all those slaves…

“You’re mind’s in the gutter again, isn’t it?” Kairi asked suddenly, taking Lucee out of her reverie.

“No! Well, yes…” she said, blushing and balling her hands into fists. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Oh, yes, Miss Lucee,” Kyou said, coming to a stop outside a closed door, a wide smile on his face. “You get this distant gleam in your eyes that says you’re somewhere else, or wishing to be. It’s quite cute really.”

“Geeze, am I really that easy to read?”

“Sometimes,” Kyou replied. “But don’t think bad about yourself because of it. This is your room, ladies. Use it as long as you wish; call the kitchen if you need anything brought to you. You’ll find plenty of things to entertain yourselves, I’m sure. Oh, and here, Lucee will need this,” he said, reaching into the front of his dress and removing a small code key, which he passed to Kairi. He bowed to them. “Good evening ladies; call if you need us; my lady will most likely check in with you later to make sure everything is okay. If you’ll excuse me.”

“Thanks Kyou,” Kairi replied, rolling the key between her fingers, looking to Lucee. “Well, what say we check out our room, hmm? After you, my pretty little slave girl.”

Lucee’s felt a tingle of anticipation down her spine, or was it fear? No, definitely anticipation as she pressed the button to open the door. The lights came on as she stepped inside, though she immediately froze in mid step as she saw what filled the room. “What is…by the Force…” she gasped.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting this. Akivara really knows how to treat her guests, doesn’t she? Looks like we’ve got anything we could want in here. Oh! Look at that! We’ve got our own bondage table!”

“At least you’re excited,” Lucee murmured, finally remembering to breathe. The room was very large for a bedroom, and it did have a bed, with black silk sheets with a large case sitting at the foot, even a full bathroom from the looks of it. But the rest of the room…there was that table Kairi had mentioned of course, a fairly large table with various straps and tie down points, padded with black leather. Then there was the large X frame on the wall, also padded, with cuffs and straps dangling from it, not to mention a half dozen other furniture pieces she couldn’t recognize that were made out of metal or wood with leather padding or straps. There were chains dangling from the ceiling and walls here and there, and there were wardrobes and cabinets along one wall, as well as a section of the wall in front of a work table that held hangers filled with various types of ropes, straps, cuffs, shackles, and gags. “Looks pretty screwed up to me…”

“Nah, it’s got a great atmosphere!” Kairi said as she propped her blaster rifle up by the door, hitting the lock behind her. She came up beside Lucee, putting her arm around Lucee’s shoulders. “Don’t worry; I won’t be using all of this stuff on you…at least not tonight anyway. So, wanna get started? I know I do. What say you take those bracelets off and show me your birthday suit while I see what Akivara left for you?” Kairi held the code key up for her.

Lucee took a long, slow breath, eyeing the key, then sweeping her eyes across the room again before she focused on Kairi. “Alright, you got it,” she said, reaching for the key, which Kairi quickly pulled away from her hand. “Hey, what gives?”

“Is that any way to reply to a command from your mistress?” Kairi asked, smirking. “Am I going to have to punish you already?”

“Um, no...” Lucee said quickly, her cheeks burning momentarily even hotter. “Or, um, no mistress...”

“We'll work on that. Here, get those things off,” Kairi replied, holding out the key card again.

“Yes, mistress,” Lucee said quickly, accepting the key from her. Why was she so nervous saying that? She wanted to be here, right? Kairi's eyes lingered on Lucee a moment longer before she approached the bed and lifted the lid of the case. Lucee blew out her breath, and shook her head quickly. She didn't have to be nervous; she trusted Kairi with everything, so why couldn't she trust her with this, too? She wouldn't do anything too extreme. Lucee passed the code key by the reader on her 'necklace', relieved when it clicked open, and quickly removed the jewelry, dropping it to the little table near the door. She quickly undid the wrist and ankle pieces, setting them by the necklace.

Hesitating again, Lucee felt along her arms and shifted her body, feeling the skimpy outfit she wore. It wasn't much, but it kept her covered. Oh, what the hell? Kairi had seen her naked plenty of times, even eaten off of her earlier that evening, so what was the big deal? She undid the clasp holding the bikini top around her neck, following with the one at her back, and pulled the top away, tossing it atop the jewelry, leaving her top bare. She followed with the lower portion, wiggling it over her hips and sliding it down her legs, piling atop the rest of the outfit, before slipping out of her sandals and kicking them off to the side.

She approached Kairi, holding one arm down at her side, the other clasping it at its elbow so that her forearm supported her breasts from below. Kairi was still looking through the items in the case, and when Lucee looked over her shoulder, she gasped. There were at least three trays holding jewelry, one in gold, one in silver, the other plain gray metal. The troublesome thing about the pieces was the fact that it was the same kind of rings and bars and piercings she'd watched some of the other slaves getting, like Balla and Adrielle; heck, even Kitty had them. “Are those really necessary?”

“What, you don't like them? I think they're lovely. And look, she's even included some bells and charms for them; those look cute, right?” Kairi replied, waving her hand at another tray Lucee hadn't noticed, this one with over two dozen little charms and bells in myriad designs, all apparently sized to attach to the other rings and bars in the kit. Some of them were kind of cute...

“That's kind of beside the point, isn't it?” Lucee said a moment later, giving a quick shake of her head to clear any thoughts of cute, expensive jewelry. “Those things don't exactly go in without pain, you know. You were when Balla and Adrielle got theirs...yeah, yeah, okay, I know they enjoyed it and everything, but Kairi, come on!”

Kairi turned, holding one of the gold rings out to Lucee's nipple, grinning. “Hmm...I think they'd look great. How about we talk it over later? We've got more important things to worry about right now, like you failing to call me mistress just now.” She put the ring back and closed the case, turning and crossing her arms while Lucee backed up a few steps, grinning nervously.

“I-I'm sorry, um, mistress Kairi...” Lucee finally replied, feeling a bead of sweat slide down her brow.

“Not sorry enough, I don't think. You need to learn discipline, my pretty little slave,” Kairi said, leaning in, her voice sending a shiver down Lucee's spine. She moved over to a clear area on the floor, and motioned Lucee toward the center of circular area marked by the light from above. Once Lucee was there, she stepped back and crossed her arms. “You've seen some of the slave training, so I hope you remember some of the details. Attention!”

Lucee was surprised by the sudden command even though she shouldn't have been, her mind going blank. “Um, uh, I um...oh!” she stammered, finally getting an image in her mind from that night before she'd gotten conned into wearing the chastity belt, when she and Kairi had been watching Akivara and Paulie guide them through their paces. She moved her hands to the back of her neck, clasping her fingers there, while standing straight, her chest out, with her legs spread about two feet apart. It was a very revealing position by design, to show a slave's body and give their master access to whatever they may wish.

Nodding, Kairi started walking slowly around Lucee, her green eyes scrutinizing Lucee's body with an intensity Lucee could only remember seeing when Kairi was staring through the scope of her blaster rifle. Lucee couldn't help but want to squirm, to cover herself, but even greater was the excitement she felt growing between her legs. Kairi disappeared behind her, though the feeling of her eyes never stopped moving over Lucee's flesh. Lucee couldn't hear Kairi's footsteps, could just barely make out her controlled breathing.

Suddenly Kairi's furry hands latched on around Lucee's breasts, her claws pressing lightly into her flesh. Lucee yelped despite herself, eliciting a chuckle from Kairi. “You're not afraid of your mistress' touch, are you, slave?”

“N-no, mistress, you just startled me is all,” Lucee said quickly, between her rapid breaths. Kairi's fingers pressed into her firm breasts more forcefully, two fingers on each hand squeezing around Lucee's rapidly hardening nipples. Her claws poked her flesh just enough to be felt, not enough to cause pain, but their presence was a reminder with each and every breath she took.

“Surely you didn't expect me to forgo your charms, hmm?” Kairi replied, purring as she continued enjoying Lucee's breasts, now lifting and squeezing them in her hands in a circular motion. “Your nips are getting hard, Lucee. I must be doing something right.”

Lucee nodded, taking a deeper breath. “Yes, mistress,” she said, unable to deny the simple fact that Kairi was getting her aroused within only a minute or two.

“Or...maybe you're just a horny slut, hmm, slave Lucee? What do you have to say about that?” Kairi's fingers closed even more tightly around Lucee's hard nipples, making her moan softly.

“I'm not a horny slut, mistress. I'm just horny,” Lucee replied, grinning.

“Cheeky,” Kairi replied, removing her right hand from Lucee's breast. A moment later Lucee yelped as Kairi's hand crashed into her ass, leaving a patch of flesh on both cheeks tingling. “Ow! That hurt!” Not really, compared to some taps she'd received during her more enticing dances, but she just couldn't help herself.

“It was supposed to,” Kairi said, her hand returning to Lucee's breast, though her fingers shifted on both, so that she held each nipple between her thumb and forefinger, softly, rolling the hardened flesh lightly. “So is this,” she said, squeezing down on Lucee's nipples.

“Ah!” Lucee cried, rising to her toes as the sharp pain shot through her nipples, still overly sensitive from all the chastity belt stimulation. The pain only last a moment before Kairi let off, instead rubbing her nipples again, letting Lucy rest back on her heels.

“That wasn't too much, was it?” Kairi asked softly, her breath warm along Lucee's neck.

Lucee shook her head. “No, mistress, just wasn't expecting it; I can handle it.” Oh, by the Force, what was she saying?!

“Good,” Kairi replied, licking just behind Lucee's left ear. She massaged Lucee's nipples a bit longer before her right hand left Lucee's breast, gliding downward over her stomach, brushing her thigh before coming to rest on her mound, just above her pussy. Her claws slid lightly downward from there, their sharp tips gliding over Lucee's sensitive flesh to either side of her lower lips.

Lucee sucked in her breath, tensing her body against Kairi. Her claws weren't cutting her, feeling just a little sharper than a fingernail, only more intense. She closed her eyes, blowing her breath out in a slow moan of pleasure. Kairi's hand continued working her breast, while the hand between her legs finally moved over her moist lips, the claws following her soft fingertips as they moved upward, sending an intense jolt toward Lucee's swelling clit. “Ohhh...Kairi, that feels good!”

Almost as soon as Kairi's hand left Lucee's pussy, she knew her mistake. “No, wai-! Ouch!” she cried from the hard slaps against her butt, first on the left cheek, then the right. “I'm sorry! Mistress Kairi, okay?”

Kairi's hand left her breast, taking a firm hold in Lucee's hair, pulling her head back. “Someone's overdue for some punishment. That's too many times disrespecting me, slave.”

“Oh, no, please, mistress, I didn't mean anything by it!” Lucee pleaded, wincing. Kairi was getting a bit rough, but she couldn't deny that she was enjoying every moment of it. She was such a horny girl! She really did need someone to keep her in line, didn't she?

“Too late; you're getting punished, you naughty thing. I'll not have any slave of mine showing me disrespect,” Kairi said, her voice lowering and slurring a bit, sounding like Paulie. Lucee couldn't help but laugh, and Kairi even joined her, though Kairi gave her another swat to her bottom. “Enough of that, come on, you're getting a proper paddling.”

“Paddling? Um...paddling, mistress?” Lucee asked nervously as Kairi guided her toward a triangular-shaped piece of furniture standing on its own. It was about four feet long, standing about waist high on four widely spaced legs. The main part of it was solid and peaked like a steep roof on a house, though the top was padded and covered with leather, which looked like it could be removed if needed. Lucee gulped when she saw the sturdy leather cuffs dangling from two of the bottom of the legs on one end and the upper part of the legs on the other. “W-what's this, mistress?”

“It's a horse like I'm sure you've never ridden before,” Kairi replied. “Put your arms down already and step up here,” she said, pointing to the end where the cuffs were closest to the floor.

Lucee nodded, doing as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest. She jumped when Kairi nudged her legs wide, even with the legs of the horse, whimpering softly as the cool leather cuffs were secured around her ankles. Kairi put a hand on Lucee's lower back, patting the top of the horse with the other. “Okay, good girl. Now, lean forward; you're going to have to get on your tip-toes for this, I think. Yeah, there you go,” Kairi said, her hand pressing lightly on Lucee's back as she leaned forward over the leather padding. It was cool and fairly soft, and Kairi was right; to get along it properly, she had to raise up on her toes, which left her butt, and worse, her pussy, completely exposed. Once she was all the way down, her breasts hanging to either side of the padding, Kairi attached the other set of cuffs to her wrists.

Lucee squirmed atop the horse as the last strap was secured, pulling at them with a grunt. She wasn't stretched very uncomfortably by any means, but she couldn't pull her hands free, nor her legs. Kairi rubbed her back again, perhaps admiring her work before she stepped toward the wall with all of the gags and straps. “Um...m-mistress Kairi...what are you going to do?” she asked, her voice a nervous, yet somewhat excited whisper. She looked toward Kairi, but couldn't see her from the angle she was bound. She could already feel moisture between her legs.

“Teach you a little discipline,” Kairi said, the sound of drawers opening and closing accompanying her. “I know they're here somewhere...ah-ha! Oh, there's a nice big one!” Lucee gulped as she heard something being removed from a drawer, the drawer closing a moment later, and pulled at the cuffs more insistently. What was it? How big was she talking about? “Hmmm...let's see...this looks like it should fit. Yeah, that'll do nicely. Ah...these look like a lot of fun; you'll love these, I'm sure. Now...which one do I want to beat your cute little ass with?”

Lucee whimpered. “T-that doesn't sound very friendly, uh, mistress,” she said, taking a deeper breath to try and calm herself. Kairi wouldn't really hurt her; she was just messing with her a bit...yeah, just messing with her...wasn't she?

Kairi chuckled and came back toward Lucee, the sound of metal buckles jingling along with her. She was beside Lucee a moment later, and as Lucee looked up, she was met with a descending darkness in the form of a wide leather blindfold, curved to go over her nose, padded on the inside. Lucee pulled her head back reflexively, but didn't protest as Kairi situated it over her eyes and secured the strap behind her head, pulling some hair out of the way before she tightened the strap all the way. “So, can you see anything?”

“Yeah...all black on one side, and darkness on the other,” Lucee replied, turning her head, lifting it up and down, unable to see anything, not that she could really open her eyes very much because of the padding. “Ow! What was that for?” she gasped, her ass tingling from another firm slap from Kairi.

“I'm not mad at the snark, Lucee, but you didn't call me mistress,” Kairi replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“You're joking, right? I have to call you mistress every time I say something?”

Another slap to both cheeks was her answer. “What do you think, slave?”

Lucee groaned, pulling at her bonds, cheeks blushing furiously, though her ass felt a lot hotter. “Okay, okay, I get it, mistress! I'm sorry!”

Kairi's hands rubbed Lucee's ass softly, massaging the tingle out of the places she had struck. “Apology accepted,” she purred, “but it's not going to get you out of your situation. I'm going to play with you a bit, and I want you to tell me if it gets to be too much, okay? If you hit your limit and need me to stop, just say...wumpus.”

“Wumpus?” Lucee said, laughing. “Isn't that what Addy calls Paulie sometimes when he's messing with her?”

Kairi snickered along with her. “Yeah, so it is. Seems like a good safeword to me.” She brought herself under control, patting Lucee's ass. “I also want you to count each time I hit this lovely padding you've got back here, understood?”

“Yes, mistress,” Lucee said with a sigh, her laughter fading, shifting her butt as Kairi's hands lifted from it. Why were her nipples getting so hard? Why was she so wet? Kairi was going to spank her! She was already feeling a bit sweaty, her skin sticking to the leather as she squirmed. She didn't like spankings; only bad girls got them! But she was being so naughty, maybe she needed one...Lucee groaned; she was so confused!

The first swat came as a surprise, a quick crack that left both ass cheeks tingling. Lucee was momentarily stunned, her mouth hanging open. Kairi's hand caressed her bottom, her fingers skirting just along the edges of the stinging area. “That wasn't too bad was it?”

“Uh, no, mistress,” Lucee replied, squirming.

“Then you should've remembered to count; guess we'll have to start over.” Before Lucee could reply, Kairi cracked the paddle against her ass again, just a hair higher than the previous one.

“Ow! Um, one, mistress!” Lucee groaned.

Kairi chuckled. “That's better.” Another swat landed across Lucee's right buttock, making her tense.

“Two, mistress!” she said, wiggling her stinging bottom. It wasn't too bad, really, but it was a lot different than anything she was used to. “Ouch! Three, mistress!” Lucee gasped, not prepared for the next blow to the same cheek so soon. She actually heard a whoosh, and tensed, but the blow never came, just a rush of air on her butt.

She could feel Kairi moving around behind her, pacing back and forth, could feel the paddle wavering, looking for a place to strike. Then suddenly it did, and Lucee still wasn't prepared for it, yelping as it landed on her left buttock. “Four, mistress!”

The next pair of blows came quickly, a swat across both cheeks, just where they met her thighs, and another to her right one. “Five and six, mistress!” she said, nearly forgetting to respond as the sharp blows filled her with a strange mix of pain and pleasure.

Another four blows came and went, leaving her entire ass tingling and burning, though it was rather pleasant. Lucee blew out her breath when Kairi patted her back and walked away, toward the wall of devices. Though she was momentarily relieved, Lucee's mind began to try and decide just what Kairi would bring to bear next. Stupid blindfold...

Kairi returned quickly, this time walking in front of Lucee. Lucee jumped when Kairi's fingers touched her nipples. She winced behind her blindfold as Kairi began rolling her nipples between her fingers, part of her not wanting to admit that it felt wonderful, the other demanding more. After what had to have been a minute or more, both of Lucee's nipples were rock hard, and she couldn't help but moan softly, her cheeks burning. “Ohhhhh...mistress...that feels so...so...OW!” Lucee squealed and jerked at her restraints again as pain shot through each of her nipples, a constant, growing pain that wouldn't relent at all.

“Gee, I'm sorry, are those too tight?”

“Ahhh...what do you think? Um, er, what do you think, mistress? You could have told me before you did that!”

Kairi's fingers caressed Lucee's breasts behind her pained nipples for a moment, then went back to the clamps. The pain lessened slightly, then a little more, but didn't go away. Kairi gave each of them a little flick, making Lucee squirm. “That better?”

“I guess so...doesn't hurt like they did a second ago. Do I really have to wear these...mistress?” Lucee asked, grimacing at the duller, but no less constant pain crushing down on her nipples.

As she stood, Kairi leaned in and kissed Lucee's forehead, just above the blindfold. “You can handle it, my pet; they'll grow on you in no time.” She stepped behind Lucee again, her claws running ever so lightly over Lucee's raised and reddened bottom and down her thighs.

Lucee breathed in quickly and deeply, letting it out slowly. “I really hope not, mistress.”

“Maybe this will help,” Kairi said, and Lucee immediately tensed, and let out a short squeal when something cool and wide pressed between her legs, over her pussy. At first she thought Kairi was going to stick something inside her, but then the vibrations and a powerful buzzing started, strong, powerful waves that spread through her pussy in all directions, from the lips to her clit and deeper. She tried to raise her hips and pussy away from it, but Kairi kept it pressed firmly against her, not that she could move very far anyway.

A loud moan escaped her lips despite her best efforts, the powerful vibrations bringing to the surface wonderful memories of the chastity belts, only much more intense, much more focused. Lucee was building quickly to climax, her breathing coming faster as she got hotter and wetter. “Oh, mistress…” she moaned, actually starting to work her hips up and down against the powerful vibrator, humping it like the horny animal she was.
Then the vibrations stopped as suddenly as they started, and Lucee raised her head with a low whimper. “Mistress, please don’t stop!” Kairi said nothing, and for a moment, Lucee wasn’t sure if she was even still there. She looked around, obviously still unable to see anything, but she couldn’t hear Kairi now, not even a hint of her breathing. “Mistress?”

A few more tense seconds passed when suddenly Lucee felt the clamps on her nipples tighten, new weight jerking them downward. The sudden sensation made her cry out and jerk at the cuffs holding her to the horse, their chains rattling. “Mistress, that hurts!” she whined, but still Kairi made no sound. Lucee gritted her teeth at the more intense pressure on her nipples, and struggled to find Kairi in the room. “Mistress?” she inquired again, but still, only silence and her own breathing and the creak of leather met her ears. Aside from the leather, the only smell she could make out was her own growing sex scent, surprisingly strong in the strong room.

The vibrator kicked on the instant it pressed against her pussy, making her squeal in surprise, then moan with relief and carnal excitement as the strong vibrations spread through her again. Lucee writhed with pleasure atop the horse, her orgasm building again, but then she just barely heard a familiar whooshing sound just before a sharp stinging pain erupted across both ass cheeks. “Ouch!” she cried, bucking atop the horse, though it wasn’t long before another blow landed, this time lower, along the tops of her thighs. Lucee bit down, wincing behind the blindfold, but again, her excitement only increased, the pain quickly fading, feeding the pleasure between her legs.

And the vibrations stopped again, the vibrator vanishing, leaving her panting and writhing atop the leather padding, desperate for more. She still heard nothing from Kairi, who was apparently making great use of her sniper training for something other than military action, and desperately tried to find some hint of where she was. The next thing Lucee knew, there was a light stinging sensation streaking across her left breast, and then another. She cried out with surprise more than pain, trying to pull away to no effect. A third strike landed, and a forth, crisscrossing her breast with a growing tingle of pain, but nothing so much as her ass felt.

“Mistress? Please, no more,” Lucee pleaded, and indeed, after the fifth strike of whatever Kairi used on her, the blows did stop, but only for a few seconds before her right breast was likewise feeling the sting. She groaned, feeling the pain more keenly as Kairi managed to strike just at the base of her nipple, which only made the clamp and its weight seem to hurt more. Yet, despite her growing discomfort, Lucee felt energized, desperate for the orgasm Kairi was building up within her.

The vibrator started between her legs again, pressing even more forcefully than it had the last time, the intense pulsing vibration making Lucee tense up as it overwhelmed her senses. “By the Force!” she moaned, her juices flowing freely, her pussy on fire, nearing what she wanted, what she needed. “Yes, mistress, please, more, more!” she begged, no longer caring about being a good girl. She was hot, horny, and needed this!

Once more the vibrator disappeared from between her legs, and she groaned with dismay. “No! Please, Kairi, mistress, please!” She heard a whoosh of something behind and above her, still no sign of Kairi, and then the distinct slap of leather along her back, between her shoulders. Lucee rose on her toes, pulling at the chains as a long, low moan of pain slipped from her. It wasn't so intense as to be greatly painful, but several spots between her shoulders were now stinging quite sharply. What had she used on her? It wasn't the paddle, and it wasn't whatever she had used on her breasts.

Another slap sounded on Lucee's back, making her jerk against her restraints, moaning louder as a new set of stings appeared lower down, just below her shoulders this time. “Oh, mistress!” she cried, writhing as another slap came almost immediately, right in the middle of her back. Again, it stung, but combined with her immense arousal, the pain only made her grow more excited, more needful of the coming climax. A fourth strike landed against her backside, right across both cheeks of her ass.

Before Lucee could even recover, the head of the vibrator pressed firmly against her pussy again, surging with a force much stronger than the last time. Over her own moaning and panting, Lucee heard the leather whooshing again, the stings striking against the soft flesh of her left breast. She squealed, and again when it struck against her other breast, each time causing the clamps and weights to shake and pull at her pained nipples. Combining with the intense vibrations going through her pussy, the sharp stings she had just received, the crushing and pulling of the clamps and weights, the fading tingling of the previous strikes against her breasts and ass, all of it flowed through her in a way she never would have known before now. It hurt, but in such a wonderful way. It was an entirely new sensation, a completely new and amazing thing she felt, as though her entire body now fueled the fire within.

The pressure of the vibrator increased, and the vibrations moved deeper, strong and unrelenting now, and more blows from the leather strips landed along her back, seemingly at random now, one after the other, all over, everywhere. Lucee struggled to breathe, her sweaty body writhing atop the leather pad, causing it to creak constantly, what breathing she managed coming in short, loud gasps. It was so good! Everything was so good, more than just the vibrations and the erotic pain. The humiliating way she was posed, the firm grasp of the cuffs on her limbs, the blindness caused by the leather over her eyes, everything was feeding her desire, filling her with so much pleasure.

Then, finally, the orgasm exploded, a raging torrent spread even quicker through each and every cell in her body thanks to the powerful vibrator. Normally Lucee tried to keep herself quiet when she came, whether she had used her own vibrator or had been with a man, but this was so intense, so mind blowing, she couldn't help but cry out with unbridled joy, her back arching, her limbs pulling taunt against the cuffs, her hips bucking up and down atop the vibrator's head, and still Kairi continued striking at her with the flogger, each and every one of the leather strips that stung her causing another incredible jolt of pleasure to course through her.

Just as the joyous sensations began to fade, another wave triggered within her, only the second in a chain of explosions that would leave her a quivering mass atop the padded horse, panting for air, unable to move...

* * *

Lucee blinked slowly as the blindfold was removed, the light thankfully dim, but still rather bright at first, her eyes focusing in on Kairi's smiling face. Lucee smiled as well, barely able to raise her head, though. The last of her orgasms had stopped a while ago, though she had lost count of exactly how many she had experienced. She worked her lips soundlessly for a moment, and smiled again as Kairi caressed her cheek lovingly, touching her lips to Lucee's forehead. “You did very well, my precious slave. Are you feeling okay?”

Closing her eyes, Lucee managed a short nod. “Y-yes mistress,” she whispered, still unsure if she could manage a louder voice just yet. “Mistress...Kairi...I don't know what to say...that was so...oh, by the Force, I can't believe I just experienced something that incredible...”

Kairi pressed her lips to Lucee's, holding them in a tender kiss for a long, wonderful time. “I never had any doubts that you would enjoy it. After all that we went through with the chastity belts, then you volunteering for the dinner table, I knew you were ready for more. Do you think you're ready to try standing up?”

Lucee nuzzled Kairi for a moment longer, but finally nodded, actually realizing that she could feel her limbs again. Kairi quickly unstrapped the cuffs on her hands and ankles, and eased her into a standing position at the end of the horse. Lucee rested her hands on the moist padding to keep her balance, taking a long, slow breath to further steady herself. Kairi was pressed up behind her by then, her arms wrapped around Lucee's waist, her head resting on Lucee's shoulder.

They stood together wordlessly for a while, Lucee enjoying Kairi's warmth, her deep, contented purrs, the loving way she held her. Lucee barely noticed the room around her, her eyes focusing on nothing. At long last she finally looked down, seeing that her nipples were still under the firm, unrelenting grasp of the clamps, still pulled downward by the weights. “Can I take these off now, mistress?” she asked, her voice steady and strong now.

Kairi nuzzled her neck. “If you're feeling up to it, my pet, but you know it'll hurt more once they're removed, right?”

Lucee hadn't thought of that, but she still smiled. “I know now; I don't think that'll be a problem.”

Her mistress pulled her against her more firmly, kissing her cheek. “That's great, Lucee, because we've got so many more things to play with in here, and I've not even done anything with your front side or your lovely feet yet. Let's head to the bed and get a little more comfortable before we continue.”

“Yes, my mistress,” Lucee replied lovingly, breathing in her mistress' scent before easing from Kairi's arms. Quivering with anticipation as she walked slowly toward the bed, Lucee couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't believe that she had changed so much in such a short time. Perhaps it was true that Nar Shaddaa and Hutt space corrupted people...or perhaps it was that they simply discovered their true selves when they came here, for better or for worse. Glancing over her shoulder, watching as Kairi went to the equipment cabinets again, Lucee knew that in her case, it was for the better.

Tales of the A'rem - Second Report - Kirana

Client – Count Resedris na’Valiker
Location – Onderon
Contract specifics – 2 day stay, A’rem member is to serve as the primary entertainment for the Count’s guests at his birthday celebration. Primary function will be dancing and singing, any further actions will be left to the discretion of the A’rem member. Pay will be 750 credits per day. Bodyguard will accompany the member to the location; Local A’rem agent will remain on station with the ship for backup and possible quick escape; bodyguard is known to be over-zealous in his duties.


How much longer did she have to wait? Kirana remained silent and pondered that question inside her dark, rigid bondage. Her being here wasn’t really her bodyguard, Bloodclaw’s, fault, well, not all of it, though she was certain the thugs that had been brutally slain when he had come to her defense would think differently. If they were alive, of course; only some Force-sensitives came back after death, and Kirana had felt not even a tingle of Force-sensitivity in any of the attackers that night, so the chances of seeing them again were not good. Well, some of them were still alive, but they would need at least a week or two in a bacta tank to walk straight again. Even then they might never have full use of their motor skills, and would probably have some speech impediments. Bloodclaw had that effect on people, more often than not. She had been in the same situation before, more times than she cared to admit in her twenty years, in fact, but since the very first one, when she had met Bloodclaw, things had turned out in their favor. She sighed, easing herself what little she could manage in her rigid prison, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the nasally, droning voice playing over and over in her ears, a dull and really mind-numbing attempt at brainwashing, and thought back to how wonderfully things were going a few hours ago.

It had been a celebration like any other Kirana had ever attended. The wealthy nobleman had been delighted that she had accepted his offer, and had hardly haggled over her payment. When she had arrived, there were the usual pleasantries, and then she had been hastily fitted for a beautifully expensive and extravagant dress that he had insisted she wear, followed up with what, in her opinion, was an over-abundance of makeup, covering nearly her whole face in some way that was probably tied to a local custom she probably she have read up on. The celebration itself was scheduled for at least a full day, and from what she understood, typically ran for two. Once the party had begun, Kirana had done her thing, acting as arm candy for her client, and then dancing and entertaining the guests, all the while Bloodclaw, her bodyguard, a giant among Wookies, his fur snow white but for the reddish colors around his feet, hands, and mouth, stood watch around the perimeter of the massive, open hall. The hours passed, and she was enjoying herself, and probably had a few potential new clients ready to go for future engagements.

The chaos had begun sometime in the early morning hours, maybe around two or three, when everyone was feeling the euphoria that comes from a mix of liquor, caffeine, and lack of sleep. Kirana had been drinking just as heavily as anyone, but thanks to her talents with the Force, her body remained completely uninhibited. She sensed the danger before it happened, and shot a warning look at Bloodclaw moments before the attack.

It had started with an explosion outside the room, more than likely the house guards being dealt with, and then the doors to the hall had burst open. Blasters fired into the ceiling to put fear into the crowd as the group had come in, no less than a dozen of them, all wearing helmets and body armor that looked almost like what the local police force wore, but in a completely different color scheme. Bloodclaw went into action immediately, wading into the men with his massive power hammer, affectionately named ‘The Force’, with reckless abandon. They were obviously unprepared for the giant Wookie, but they were not alone. More men spilled into the hall, battling more bodyguards, as the nobility ran. Kirana couldn’t make sense of what exactly they were trying to accomplish. When she saw stun blasts coming from some of the newer entries into the room, she assumed it was some kind of kidnapping or ransom scheme in the works. Those usually drew the attention of the Jedi, if for no other reason than nobles tended to appeal to their senator friends. Kirana had concentrated for a moment, sending Bloodclaw a telepathic message to ‘hold back’, their signal that she was about to do something rather stupid to find out what exactly was going on.

Kirana had finally decided to join in the panic around her, running this way and that, and thankfully right into the waiting arms of one of the soldiers and his stun baton. It hit her right in the chest, and despite the momentarily thrill at the electrical shock stinging her skin, she had let the darkness consume her instantly instead of fighting it. The entire situation hadn’t lasted more than two minutes at that point.

Kirana had drifted in and out of consciousness. At one point she had felt herself being carried, and then later she saw a brief glimpse of several men’s boots as she and another woman lay on the floor of a speeder. Then she was being carried again, though with a particular chill against her skin, telling her that she had been stripped down. Why did that always happen? Couldn’t they ever leave her clothes on when they captured her? She typically dressed in ways that were quite pleasing for practically anyone in the galaxy, so it was indeed a mystery. That little bout of consciousness had ended when they had shot her up with something to keep her unconscious. She fought the urge to use the Force to clear it from her system in order to keep up appearances.

The next time Kirana came to, she had felt her restraints, and by the Force, were they strict; it was almost as if they knew she was trained to use both the Force and a lightsaber; or perhaps they may have just had a really kinky and perverted idea of a first date, and like getting stripped, it wouldn’t be the first time for her. Most of the stuff she felt on her had to be custom made; you just didn’t see this kind of gear in every sex shop on the block, and especially not crafted out of high quality leather instead of cheap synthetics. Perhaps she was dealing with a real collector of exotic specimens both beautiful and dangerous? Or, maybe a jilted client who had a revenge fantasy they needed to play out? Somehow, she doubted her true situation would be as exciting.

Finally taking stock of her position, she realized that were it not for the Force, she would only have her sense of smell and touch to rely upon, and even they were useless, as she could really only smell the pleasing scent of leather, and could only feel that same leather as it restrained her, well, that and the pleasantly warm air around her; the headphones her captors had over her ears were now playing a steady drone of white noise to cancel out anything she could have otherwise heard, apparently their brainwashing message was only an hour long, and a thick, padded blindfold covered her eyes, strapped securely about her head. Instead of leather, she tasted rubber, and from the fullness of her mouth, she was currently the proud owner of a very large ball gag; she couldn’t help but wonder if the color matched her eyes.

Kirana shifted, just a centimeter or so, because that was all she had been allowed. With what she could feel on her skin, and her expert knowledge of bondage equipment, much of that knowledge having come from real world, non-consensual, experiences, much to her displeasure, she might add, she was currently sitting upon, and attached to, a metal framework. Around her neck was a severe posture collar, forcing her chin upward, and preventing her from making any movements with her head at all. Her arms were clad almost from her shoulder downward in leather gloves, soft, but with plenty of straps to hold them in place, though her hands were encased in thick mittens, and balled into fists, and held behind her back by attachments at the straps, keeping them firmly secured to the frame. Her breasts were bare, wonder of wonders, and pushed up and out, due in part to the way she had been positioned, but also due to the rigid corset that encircled her midsection, and was narrowing it by a quite a few inches; had they planned that out or had they just risked crushing her insides because they hadn't known better. As she shifted back and forth, she could feel the ribbing within it refuse to give.

Further, as she continued her downward analysis of her position, Kirana rolled her eyes beneath the blindfold. Of course, just for the extra shame points, she was filled up, in front and in the back. The shaft filling her pussy felt like rigid plastic, maybe a good six to eight inches in length, and if she didn't miss her guess, there was metal along its surface too. The plug up her ass was of similar make, somewhat shorter, though of greater diameter, though tapered so that it would be harder for her to eject it, not that it would be a problem of course, but the metal suggested electrical play. Kinky. Silently hoping they'd start delivering the shocks soon, just to break the tedium, Kirana considered her footwear. The boots reached all the way up to her mid-thigh, with a line of laces running their entire length, but also a series of leather straps securing them to the framework, leaving her legs spread. They were indeed high heels, though of a more peculiar type...ballet heels, pressing tightly around her feet, pointing her toes into the floor and pressing them almost painfully together.

Her boredom continued to grow despite having a very clear picture of how she was bound, but thankfully she sensed people approaching, hearing their footsteps a few seconds later, echoing on stone walls. Kirana could have creamed herself right there. Finally, something was going to happen! And it might even be torture! No, no, she had to contain herself, had to play the part...

She smelled some overly strong cologne approaching, and he had at least three others along with him. Kirana felt a slight vibration in the floor, signaling that they had entered the room with her, and her heart raced, certainly not from fear, no, she was getting excited; their might be torture! No, no, play the part! She wiggled her head, in reality trying to shake it to clear her thoughts and get into the act, and moaned into the gag, wiggling her mitten-encased hands.

Cologne-guy was right in front of her, with two others behind him to either side, and the third off to her right. The headphones were lifted from her head, the air cool over hear ears, making her scream excitedly into the gag, still unable to really move, but Kirana did remember...she was a frightened captive, after all.

“Feeling a bit frightened, are we, my lady?” Cologne-guy asked, venomous contempt, and an unmistakable undertone of satisfaction clear in his voice. Funny…she didn’t remember the voice; had she done something to him in the past? It wasn't out of the question, certainly; she had stepped on quite a few toes over the years. Kirana felt his breath on her face. “Do you even have any idea where you are now? No? That's not surprising, my lady,” he snarled. Okay, so he had a beef against nobility; so did a lot of other people.

But, a picture was beginning to form in Kirana's mind. She shook her head as best she could, shouting into the thick gag ball in her mouth, tugging at her bondage. Cologne-guy replied with a low, smug chuckle. “Oh, I won't be letting you go, not for a long time, if ever. The other captives I could care less about, but they'll turn in a good profit, so, hey, bonus for us. But you...oh, you and I have a lot to discuss, Lady Borleasa.” Oh, so that was it. Kirana would have kicked herself had she been able to; she should have seen it before, it was so obvious! A decoy...that's what they'd hired her for, and they had never once mentioned it to her. Well, wasn't that interesting? Well, not really; she would've done the job regardless, but there would have been a much higher fee involved, and the fact they hadn't let her in on the plans rankled her sensibilities; still, all was not lost. Torture was still on the table, and eventually there would be a reckoning; nobody pulled blinders over the A'rem's eyes like that and got away with it; at best they'd be blacklisted, at worst, well, governments had been shaken to the core on more than one occasion in the history of the A'rem after this kind of thing.

Cologne-guy's hands suddenly snatched her breasts, squeezing them tightly, shooting pain all through them. Kirana cried out, jerking against the straps that held her, shifting against the intruders within her; oh, what a thrill! “Listen to me when I'm talking, bitch! I intend to make you answer for each and every ally I've lost because of your tyranny! How many hundreds of people have died because of your refusal to abdicate and allow the people to rule themselves? How many have you unjustly imprisoned?”

Boy, he was worked up. As Kirana feigned agony at the continued twisting and crushing of her breasts, she tried to recall the name she apparently was going under now. Borleasa...hmm...a tyrannical noble, repressing the populace...nothing came to mind on that front in this sector. She had heard the family name before, though, and as best she could recall, they were staunch supporters of the Republic, mostly fair in their dealings. The current head that came to mind was a Natisi Borleasa, probably the most prominent political figure on the planet...who just happened to be of about the same build with dark hair and a resemblance to Kirana that could probably be heightened through a generous helping of makeup. Great...there was one mystery down.

The pressure on her tits let up, but each on received a sharp slap that echoed in her ears, leaving both globes stinging and throbbing. Cologne-guy stepped back. “Let's get started properly, shall we gentlemen? The clamps.” Oh, that sounded delightful!

The guy off to her right approached, the sound of clinking metal coming with him. Drool spilled down her chin and spattered her breasts as the two men took a rough hold on them; she screamed and struggled, and did her best to make it sound like she was terrified instead of excited. At least they seemed to buy it; that was all the mattered right now. She felt the pair pressing a new device around her breasts, feeding her tender flesh between a pair of metal bars that curved to better fit around her chest. Once these were in place, they secured it to the framework by passing a strap around her bound arms and the rear support, and proceeded to tighten the frame, crushing her breasts between the bars.

Kirana squirmed and screamed, but the pain coming from her crushed tits was incredible; oh, how she hoped the electrical stuff was not far behind! With the new addition to her bondage secured in place, leaving her tits swollen and in pain, Cologne-guy brought his hands to her chest again, this time rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb. She squealed, playing up the indignation to the hilt, though she wondered if anyone had noticed the flow of juices from between her legs yet. Once her nipples were hard enough for his tastes, she felt an incredible, biting pain latch on to each one, crushing each nipple with a row of tiny, tiny spikes. Oh, thank the Force, they had used the saw-tooth clamps!

“As you've no doubt noticed, bitch, you've got a couple of visitors in those holes of yours; I have to admit, I was a bit surprised they went in so easily; been whoring on the side, have we?” If she wasn't in fact what amounted to a whore, albeit a very high-classed, highly paid, and highly trained whore, she might have been offended, but she managed a quick wiggle of her head and a high-pitched, defensive sounding grunt. He laughed, as did his buddies. “You can't hide the truth, so don't even bother. Your new hardware, and those you've been enjoying previously, are wired. We want to hear you scream and beg, like those you've oppressed for so long, and believe me, we will hear what we want. Flip the switch.”

Her anticipation already at a high, Kirana heard the whine of a portable generator and a moment later electricity arched through her nipples, enough to be painful, but not enough to stop her from screaming, though it wasn't with agony; oh no, it was with pleasure. The shock lasted only a second or two, ending just as suddenly as it had begun. Kirana panted and sucked air around her ball gag, became keenly aware of the sweat the covered her body, which was hot under all the leather. Oh, how she'd missed these kinds of sensations...exquisite!

Without warning, another blast of electricity shot through the ass plug, her body reflexively straining upward. No sooner did it end did a similarly short and painful shock pass through her pussy, right over her clit. Kirana screamed and writhed, willing herself to hold back her orgasm; it could be a lot better, no, it would be a lot better with more pain. “That's absolutely wonderful,” Cologne-guy said as he gave her a moment to recover. “We'll have you turned into a trained slut in no time at this rate, bitch. Won't you love that? Up the power; again!”

A series of electrical bursts shot through Kirana, stronger and longer than the first series. This time it was more circular, hitting her left nipple, then her pussy, then her ass, and finally back to her right nipple. She screamed into the gag, biting into it as the hot pain seared into her, her body somehow managing to move up and down her intruders perhaps a centimeter. When it had ended, she panted for air, her pussy dripping, her body desperate for orgasm. Stubbornly, she wouldn't let herself come; it would be better! More pain, more pleasure!

“I could go on for hours...in fact, let's try that, shall we? Hit it up on random; and you, go get us some drinks,” Cologne-guy said as Kirana recovered. She bit hard on the gag to hide her smile. As one of the guys left the room, the shocks resumed, the first a long, painful blast straight into her pussy that tried its best to sabotage her attempts to build her orgasm to a mind-blowing level, followed by shorter, but more intense shocks into both nipples. Kirana writhed and screamed and begged, for more, of course, although her captors assumed she wanted mercy. She lost track of the shocks after they had made them random, but couldn't miss the pleasure all of them, especially Cologne-guy, felt at watching her suffer; she almost didn't need the Force to feel that; she could feel their eyes glued to her body.

Kirana wasn't sure exactly how long they were shocking her, but the whole time she was writhing in absolute pleasure. She worked her pussy around the plug there, squeezing it and rubbing it with her limited range of movement just enough to further stimulate her clit. She panted and moaned into the gag, sweat covering every inch of her, dripping from her tortured form to mix with her pussy juices. She sensed a change in Cologne-guy's intentions, so she had to move now; with the last powerful burst of electricity going into her ass, Kirana cried out one last time, letting the orgasm wash over her and take her fully. She screamed and cried tears of joy beneath the blindfold, biting at the ball in her mouth as she pulled with every muscle she could, as if trying to break free. Finally she slumped, well, that wasn't the right word for it, as rigidly as she was bound, but the sentiment was the same, into her bonds, breathing heavily through her nose and sucking air in around the gag. By the Force, that was amazing!

“Wow...she...she got off on it,” one of the goons said from behind Cologne-guy, his voice filled with disbelief. Finally noticed, had they?

“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” said the one to her right, who had apparently been controlling the shock device. “I'm just surprised she held out that long, and didn't piss herself. That's not normal.”

Cologne-guy snorted. “She's probably not even human; nobody as vile and contemptible as her could be normal. Isn't that right, bitch? You like getting fucked with an electric dildo, don't you?” Kirana merely moaned a response, squealing when he slapped both of her crushed and clamped tits. “That was just round one. We've got a bunch more to go. This time, I wanna see your eyes; I want to see just how deep the hurt goes.”

Boy, he really was making it hard on her to maintain her act, wasn't he? Still, she wouldn't mind some more fun...but then again, it was about that time, based on what she sensed approaching. Too bad; she was having fun. Cologne-guy quickly undid the straps holding the blindfold to her head, and a bright, stinging light filled her vision. She blinked her eyes several times, her vision finally clearing, allowing her a first look at Cologne-guy. He was human, pretty well built, with a rough face and a few days worth of stubble built up. He had a large scar along the right side of his face, looking like a severe burn that was never properly healed. His dark eyes were filled with hatred.

“So, are they serpent eyes?” the other goon asked.

Cologne-guy stared into Kirana's eyes, then jerked back in surprise. “The hell? Hey, her eyes are blue! They're supposed to be green!”

“Impossible; it's got to be a trick of the light,” said the man to her right, who stepped over and stared down at Kirana. He was older, and had a rather refined look about him, maybe nobility. “No, you're right...this...this isn't her! All that makeup she was wearing...she's a double!”

As the revelation started sinking in, there was a dull roar from somewhere above them, and a tremor that shook the room. The lights flickered, and a warning klaxon began to sound, echoing throughout the facility. That would be Bloodclaw; he always knew how to make an entrance, especially when Kirana was being threatened. A panicked cry sounded from a comlink at Cologne-guy's belt, but before he could answer, it was cut off by a terrified scream coupled with a sickening thud, and a wet sound, punctuated by an enraged roar from Bloodclaw before it cut out in a hiss of static.

“W-what was that?” one of the goons asked, his voice filled with terror. Smart man, being terrified of the wookie murder machine bearing down on them.

With a nudge from the Force, Kirana undid the buckle on her ball gag and popped the ball from her mouth, letting it fall to the floor. “That was Bloodclaw...if you would like to avoid hospital time or the morgue, I suggest you surrender to me right now. He won't be long.” A faint, echoing scream of unbridled terror came through the door to emphasize her words; nice timing.

Cologne-guy whirled around to look at her. “How did you-? The hell with that!” His hand dropped to the blaster on his hip, his eyes glaring at her with more venom than he had first shown her with his voice; from the emotions she felt coming from him, she had basically cock-blocked his revenge scheme.

Before his blaster could even clear its holster, Kirana had already envisioned the next few moments, and with but a thought, a burst of Force energy exploded outward from her in all directions. Her captors went flying, crashing into walls and tables. Going with them were most of Kirana's bonds, flying away from her body from the same burst. She rose elegantly to her ballet-booted feet as the frame was crushed below her, the intruders sliding from her wet holes easily, and stood straight thanks to the corset, though her gloved hands were now free of the mittens and the posture collar was gone. The boots and corset were no problem, really; she'd been trained in them enough, and in fact she could very nearly run in the boots if she tried hard enough.

“It's not too late,” Kirana said, watching as the men tried to pick themselves up. “I'm pretty easy to get along with, so if you all just throw your blasters down and surrender, we'll go easy on you; really.”

“S-she's a Jedi!” the older, noble-looking fellow stammered, going clumsily for his blaster, too shocked to react.

A snarl came from Cologne-guy, the blaster in his hand, leveled right at her chest. They never surrendered, not even when she was nice to them. Ah well, such was the will of the Force! Raising a hand, more for show than anything else, Kirana brought forth a shimmering field about her. A trio of blaster bolts from the goons and their boss hit and sizzled against it, rendered harmless by the protective field.

Shaking her head, Kirana raised her other hand, wagging her finger. “Tut, tut! Bad boys!” she said with a girlish giggle. All four men in the room lifted into the air, their weapons ripped from their grasp. As one unceremonious mass, Kirana flung them all through the closed metal door, which burst off its hinges and landed further down the hall, along with the flailing bodies of the men who tumbled and rolled before coming to a stop in four groaning heaps.

Hands on her hips, Kirana followed them out in a more elegant fashion, tiptoeing through the destruction with an amused grin on her face. She looked to either side of the hall, seeing a line of a half dozen cells along either side, each with a shimmering forcefield over the openings, and each with at least one, sometimes as many as three, women inside, each wearing disheveled clothing, some of them from the party, all staring at her with shocked expressions.

“What?” Kirana asked, looking at them with a grin. “Oh, right, I forgot! Silly me!” she giggled, reaching up and removing the nipple clamps. The pain that rushed through her as the blood went back into her already sensitive and tortured nipples was amazing. She could have came right there, but she instead held her grin and tossed the clamps away as she walked through the mass of injured men, toward a control panel on the far end of the hall.

She stopped short, however, sensing what lay beyond, the mass of rage that was dead set on saving her. She sighed, shaking her head, covering her face with her hands. “Oh, Bloodclaw...no...”

Just after she said it there was a terrible crash against the heavy door in front of her, the entire thing deforming inward. Thanks to its new curvature, there was an opening at the bottom of the door, and through it pooled fresh blood. She backed up slowly to the wall between two of the cells and peeked through her fingers, wincing as another blow landed on the door, sending it flying inward. It actually bounced off one of the forcefields, the women all around her screaming in fright, before it crashed to the floor, rolling atop one of the goons, who cried out in agony as the heavy door settled upon him.

Her dear big brother, that nigh unstoppable Wookie murder machine stepped through, roaring fearsomely. His massive form was mostly coated blood red, his eyes a reddish haze that reflected his anger. The Force, his massive mining hammer was in his grasp, its enlarged, oversized head dripping with blood and gore, humming as the gravity generator recharged to full power. Behind him, Kirana could see several slumped bodies, or what remained of them, and quickly looked away. Bloodclaw roared again, stalking forward as the dazed Cologne-guy tried to pick himself up from the floor. This could get a lot uglier if she didn't hurry, because Bloodclaw was already glaring daggers down at the guy.

“Hey there, big guy! I'm safe now, see? No need to grind them into goo!” she shouted, waving her hands to try and draw his attention away.
The giant turned his head slowly toward her, blinking his eyes, utter a low, threatening roar.

Kirana grinned. “I’m fine! Just some bruises and minor burns, but there’s great news! I got off this time! Isn’t that great? You held back long enough this time! Did you leave any of them alive up there?” She watched him pause, breathing heavily, finally shrugging and grunting a reply. “Just a few, huh? Well, that’s better than none. I think we got into the middle of a conspiracy here.”
Sensing the hostile intent from Cologne-guy, Kirana casually flicked her finger. As he screamed in a pale attempt to mimic Bloodclaw’s battle cry, drawing a holdout blaster from under his shirt, the dildo that had been shoved up Kirana’s ass thwacked loudly against the back of his head. With a groan, his blaster clattered to the floor and he fell face first after it, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Huh, imagine that,” Kirana giggled. Bloodclaw had raised his hammer to strike, but after she stepped in front of him to lord over the fallen man, he growled and backed off. “Well, let’s clean up and head back to the palace; I’ve got a bone to pick with the guy who hired me.”

Turning, Kirana was enveloped in warm, moist bear-hug. She froze, squeezing her eyes shut as the blood-soaked fur fell over her, leaking it’s contents all over her. “Ewwwww…oh…I think I’m going to be sick…” Bloodclaw rumbled something. “What? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m glad to see you too…” By the Force, it was gross! Why did he always have to hug her after a killing spree?!

* * *

Several hours later, back at the count’s palace, Kirana and Bloodclaw, both now cleaned up, Kirana wearing her A’rem robes, with the wide-sleeved white top and wide-legged red bottom, her feet back in white socks and sandals, stood quietly while the Count and the woman she had been filling in for discussed the matter with the military commander in front of them. All of the survivors had been rounded up soon after they’d made their way out, and all the prisoners had been freed. They were heroes…again…well, mostly…there was a pretty big mess, and some of the captives had had an adverse reaction to Bloodclaw. That meaning that they had passed out or went into a panic when they had been let out of their cells.

Finally, the commander and his subordinates left, leaving the four of them alone. Kirana smiled pleasantly, though she had a healthy dose of wrathful words lined up for the bastard.

Before she could speak, however, Natisi Borleasa, her almost-double stepped forward, taking Kirana’s hands. “I can’t thank you enough for your bravery, Miss Callisti, and you as well, Bloodclaw. You’ve done a great service to the Republic, and to my world by stopping that man’s plot. When Resedris suggested hiring you, I was skeptical, but your head mistress insisted that the two of you were the right people for the job, and, well, I couldn’t agree more.”

Kirana smiled, but honestly felt a little confused. The head mistress had given her the job, saying it was too simple to screw up, like they had so many times before, but the way the woman talked, she had expected the results they’d left behind. This whole thing just seemed odd…it had turned out too well. There hadn’t been a mad escape at the end of the bloodshed, there was no massive explosion, and, to top it all off, Bloodclaw had somehow gotten there after she had managed to get herself off. He always showed up too soon! No, something had to happen…there had to be something else…what had they missed? Were they…really going to bet off the planet without raising hell? What a…wonderful change!

“I’m so happy that you’re pleased with our work,” Kirana managed, still clasping the woman’s hands.

“If you would be so inclined, Miss Callisti,” Natisi said, a darker smile crossing her face, “I would consider hiring you for your…other talents. Once Resedris showed me your full profile, why, I was surprised. I think you would enjoy some time in my…clutches. Please, I insist, five thousand per day.”

Looking back to Bloodclaw, Kirana raised an eyebrow. Her big brother shrugged, rumbling almost casually. She gave a quick nod; of course she was well aware of what could happen if this very important galactic figure were to do something Kirana didn’t approve of. They’d have their big incident and mad escape from the planet, just like normal. How could she pass that up? Kirana freed a hand and slipped it inside one of her sleeves, retrieving a datapad. “My lady, I would be honored to entertain you. Shall we discuss the contract?”