Momo felt the leather encircle her wrists, and could have squealed with joy when Athena tightened them down so much that her fingers had started to tingle within moments. The leather belt went around Momo’s arms, just above her elbows, and was cinched down nearly as tight, bringing Momo’s elbows together; she hadn’t been able to do that before her Empress had broken several bones during one of their training sessions…what a good day that had been.
“Now turn around and tell me how they feel.”
Struggling against them, finding her hands and arms very secure. “They are very tight, my lady. Momo can feel her blood being kept from her hands.”
Athena chuckled, a certain smugness showing through. “Good.” She went into her bag again, removing a roll of leather, untying the straps before she unrolled it across the bed. Momo’s heart raced when she saw familiar implements of torture, all gleaming in the candlelight, some gold, some silvery. She even saw some of her favorites. Her fingers moved over the tools, and finally stopped on a large golden needle, plucking it from a cluster of similar needles; they were all perhaps eight inches or so in length, and closer to knitting needles in their diameter. Athena turned back to Momo, needle in one hand, her other going to Momo’s right breast, massaging her nipple between her finger and thumb until it was standing hard and erect. Still displaying her delighted grin, Athena touched the cold metal point of the needle to Momo’s nipple, just for a moment, before she started pushing it through.
The pain of the large needle piercing her flesh was incredible, as Momo knew it would be. She moaned as it continued through her flesh, clenching her eyes shut as she savored the sensation. “Ohhh….my lady…Momo has wished for this since she arrived here…” No sense being dishonest about it, after all. Momo had to have fun too.
“Then you shall have your wish granted, my dearest.” With the needle perhaps halfway through, Athena paused, switching her hands, and working up Momo’s other nipple. She squeezed her breasts together then, and continued pushing the needle through into Momo’s left nipple, causing another ecstatic moan to escape from her lips as new pain shot through her sensitive flesh. No matter how many times she’d had this done, Momo had never stopped enjoying it, and never would.
Agonizing seconds passed, and Momo glanced down to see her breasts mashed together, held fast by the golden needle through her nipples, and only a trickle of blood from each. She shook her breasts back and forth, reveling in the feel of the needle intruding inside her. “My lady is very good at this.” That was no lie; her talents may indeed rival the Empress’, especially if she was holding back just now.
Athena made no acknowledgment of Momo’s words, other than a slight widening of her smile. From her tool pouch, she withdrew a slim, golden chain, the links tiny, but solid. Momo heard her whisper a few arcane words, a mild fire spell. Holding the ends of the chains to either end of the needle, Momo felt the heat intensify. She gasped at the sudden searing heat at her nipples, over in only an instant. She looked down just as Athena tugged on the chains, jerking her nipples along with them. Momo giggled, seeing that the ends of the needle were now fused with the delicate chain, which was still rather long, reaching down to her crotch. In fact…Momo knew exactly what Athena was going to do, and she couldn’t wait for it.
Before Momo could speak, Athena’s lips once again touched her own, taking her breath away. Momentarily stunned, Momo could only watch as Athena plucked another, shorter needle from her toolkit, her free hand already taking hold of Momo’s clit, exciting it. Momo’s breathing sped up in anticipation, watching as Athena inched the needle toward her clit. She felt the needle touch, just a quick prick, and she cried out for more. The next moment, her mind exploded with the incredible pain of the needle as it passed, excruciatingly slowly, though her most tender spot. Momo swayed on her feet, breathing a shaky sigh when the needle finally stopped moving.
Momo squirmed, feeling the ends of the needle pinching between her legs. Athena tugged the chain, pulling it downward as she chanted the arcane words once more. Momo squealed again, the heat at her pussy seemingly much hotter than what she had felt on her nipples. The chain was pulled tight, forcing her nipples and breasts downward, and her clit upward. The pain was exquisite! “My lady, it feels so good!”
Athena smirked, standing suddenly and shoving Momo face-first onto the bed. The chain pulled at her nipples and clit, filling Momo with excruciating joy. Athena pulled something else from her bag, and then took hold of Momo’s legs. Her golden-haired torturer crossed Momo’s legs at the ankles, wrapping leather around them, almost as tightly as she had Momo’s hands. Momo squirmed, moaning hungrily as her piercings continued filling her with pain. Athena then bent Momo’s legs toward her back, easily holding them there as she used more leather to put Momo into a most painful hogtie, her wrists right against her ankles, her legs having little choice but to remain spread. Momo could only wonder if perhaps her Empress had known the woman, or perhaps, hoping against hope, she had been sent by the Empress.
“Now, that looks very nice,” Athena said, her fingers gliding over Momo’s feet.
Momo squirmed and moaned, loving every moment of her agonizing bondage. The needles and chains were amazingly well done; the hogtie was already making her arms and back ache. “The pain is so great, my lady!” Momo looked to Athena as the woman lifted her leg, resting her foot on the bed. Athena slowly pulled her dress upward, revealing her slender leg and her thigh-high stocking, but more importantly, the very high, and very sharp, heel on her boot. Scooting Momo around, Athena slipped her foot between Momo’s legs and beneath her arms, right at the base of her spine, where she ground the heel with just as much strength as the Empress had ever used.
Momo winced, moaning. “Lady’s heel is so sharp in Momo’s spine!”
Athena continued applied pressure, causing a near blinding jolt that made Momo squeal. She reached for her bag, this time pulling out a wicked-looking barbed scourge, well-used from the dark stains all over the grip and the nine tendrils. Athena gave Momo perhaps the vilest grin she had even seen as she twirled the scourge, and then brought it back over her shoulder.
Momo squirmed harder as anticipation overwhelmed her, jerking her pierced nipples and clit. She was nearly ready to come already. Her back, between her shoulders, exploded, her flesh ripping beneath the barbs of the scourge. Her body jerked wildly, and she screamed, not just in agony, but from sheer bliss. The stinging, burning hell that consumed her back sent her into a wild, convulsing orgasm, which only increased her pain, and in turn, her joy. Another strike of the scourge flayed her again, this time over her arms, and Momo saw spots of blood on the bed sheet.
As Athena continued whipping relentlessly, leading Momo to an unending series of screams, moans, and orgasms, Momo’s vision blurred. She knew the sheets were covered in her blood, but she could have cared less. She was in what she could only describe as heaven. Just before she passed out, Momo heard Athena chant something she couldn’t understand, and felt a cold rush through her body, as though she were just dunked into an icy pool. She snapped fully awake, looking back to Athena, who could only smile, licking blood and bits of flesh from the scourge. Momo felt no pain, other than those of her piercings now; Athena had healed her fully, just like the Empress! And she was returning to her tools, removing more needles!
Momo couldn’t be sure of just how long Athena kept her in ecstasy, but she knew that it had to be nearing sunrise when she placed another healing spell on Momo, dropping the scourge atop the blood-soaked sheets. Momo’s body was still in agony, but she could not have been more content. Her wounds hadn’t been fully removed this time, and she still felt blood seeping over her back and arms when Athena rolled her over, so that her torn front-side was once again on top. Momo moaned weakly, but smiled, happy to see that Athena too wore a warm, caring smile. “My lady,” Momo panted, “Momo is overwhelmed…She never imagined she would find someone like you here. Momo’s body has craved this for so long now…she was almost afraid she would never feel it again.”
Athena, who had surprisingly little blood on her, took the now red chain in her hand, pulling Momo forward. Momo cried out again, but eagerly returned the kiss Athena gave her. “I can give you this pleasure any time you want me to, Momo.”
Momo moaned softly. “What does Momo have to do?” She winced, moaning from the pain as Athena gave the chain a playful jerk. “Can Momo please pleasure you, my lady? Please? Momo has to make you happy now, just like you made her happy.”
“All you must do, dearest Momo, is to serve me…I won’t betray you like so many others. You and I are one and the same, you see, and I must protect you.” Athena smiled, stroking Momo’s cheek, still keeping Momo upright with the needle through her nipples. “What do you think of me, Momo? Do you think you could serve me? Do you wish to serve me?”
Momo couldn’t lie to her, not after what Athena had given her. She was so much like the Empress. Momo squirmed in her bondage, a lusty moan escaping her. “Knowing what Momo knows of you now, she would…she would love to serve you, my lady. But she already serves the Lady de’Shade…she doesn’t know if she would allow Momo to serve you.” Momo felt tears welling in her eyes. She had pledged herself to one master…she couldn’t break that oath, no matter how much she wanted to.
“It does not have to be such a hard decision, Momo. The lady de’Shade can come with you. I have so very much to offer, to the both of you.”
Momo blinked, hope returning. “Momo wants so very much to go…she will ask lady de’Shade when she is able to.”
Her smile widened again, and Athena gave the chain a sharp pull, causing Momo to scream out as she fell forward, slamming into the floor with a grunt. Athena’s heel dug into her shoulder-blades, filling Momo with even more desire to follow her. Athena took hold of Momo’s blood-soaked hair, yanking her head backward. “Good, Momo. I can give you so much more than this at my home…so much pleasure and pain await you, for as long as you could possibly desire. And, dearest Momo, if you come to me, you can pleasure me, as much as you could want, as well. I have so many plans for you, Momo.”
Momo whimpered. How she wanted to follow Athena! “Momo is so curious!”
Her heel shoved hard once more, making her cry out again. “Momo will just have to wait for her lady’s answer then, won’t she?” Athena pulled her foot away, and set about gathering her tools from the bed, the ones that weren’t still attached to Momo’s body.
It was a terrible torture, Momo decided, having a bliss-filled future possibly denied because of her pledge of servitude. Momo sighed heavily, writing again in the hogtie, trying to roll to her side, but finding little strength to do so. “Momo knows…How will she contact you when Momo has an answer?”
“Once I return to my home, I will send my most trusted agent to you, for your answer, and hopefully, to bring you both to me. The both of you will find your lives much improved, I think. This is but a small taste of what I’m offering the two of you, Momo. I know she is not quite so…pleasing as you, but she is a very talented ally to have.”
“Momo will hope and hope that lady de’Shade will be agreeable…” Momo offered a prayer right then to the Lady of the Lash, hoping that de’Shade would be very agreeable, and soon.
“As will I my dear, as will I…” Athena crouched beside her, pulling Momo up by her hair, giving her one final, tongue-filled kiss before dropping her back to the floor. “I will let Lady de’Shade know where you are, my dear; rest for now, and dream of me in the days to come.”
Momo watched her leave, closing the door behind her. Momo sighed, pulling weakly at the leather straps. She had long ago lost feeling in her arms and her feet, but the rest of her body…oh, how it tingled, how it throbbed! She laid her head on the floor, breathing deeply as her fatigue overwhelmed her. She felt just the slightest hint of enchantment magic working over her, but it was the only time she had felt it, just after Athena had told her to sleep. Perhaps…yes…that would make a great deal of sense if Athena was a…she drifted off then, her dreams filled with visions of the golden-haired goddess…
Friday, March 6, 2009
Momo's Night Out, 1st Half
Momo may have dedicated her life to serving those who would rule, but even she had limits. The Lady de’Shade had certainly held a grand gathering for the nobles of the realm, and Momo had done her duty as the Lady’s maid, but her style was far different from that of the Empress. Though Momo still had no idea how to return to her own world, and she had been having some fun working with the Lady, who enjoyed the same sorts of pleasures as Momo, the party was growing long. It was nearing midnight, and none of the nobility seemed ready to stop their endless banter. Momo ran her fingers through her long purple hair, normally held in a ponytail, now loose down her back. She loved her hair, a gift from the Empress when she had been chosen as her agent, one of the three to receive the blessing of the Lady of the Lash directly from the Empress.
“Your name was Momo, was it not?”
Momo was startled out of her thoughts by the sudden voice behind her, female, educated, somewhat high-pitched, almost like a chime. Momo turned, seeing that it was one of the nobility, the Lady Athena Goldmayne. Momo quickly bowed to the taller woman. “Please, my Lady, forgive Momo’s daydreams. How may she serve you?”
Athena laughed, one of her long fingers lifting Momo’s chin. Momo didn’t usually look upon the nobility, but if it was something the noble wanted…Athena’s golden hair spilled down her shoulders and back, golden jewelry on her hands and at her neck. Her deep purple eyes, a similar color to Momo’s, were almost playful, a change from the bored look she had displayed most of the evening. Even though she appeared human, Momo knew there was something different about her, something unnatural; then again, that wasn’t really surprising in this land. “You seem bored, my dear, and I can certainly understand why you would be. Would you consider coming with me for some…distraction? I’m sure Lady de’Shade wouldn’t mind too much.”
Never one to pass up an opportunity to find out more about potential rivals or masters, depending on who it was Momo served, she nodded. “Momo would be honored, my Lady.” Momo followed her as she left, catching Lady de’Shade’s eye, seeing a quick, if subtle, nod of approval. Athena led her from the main manor house, through the small wood and to the now empty home of the former mayor, former because as the regional ruler, the Lady de’Shade had executed him for being more than a little lacking in desirable qualities.
Once inside, Athena took Momo into the large bedroom, closing the door behind them, and leading Momo to the bed. As Momo sat down, Athena waved her hand, and the candles around the room flared to life. Still smiling warmly, the Lady sat beside Momo, and took her hands into her own, placing them into her lap. Momo smiled warmly, innocently, a look she had perfected under her Empress’ guidance. “Tell me about yourself, Momo.”
Blushing, and shrugging her shoulders, continuing her act, Momo replied calmly. “There is not much Momo can say about herself; she is but a simple village girl trained to serve the lords and ladies however they may desire her to.”
Athena raised a hand to stroke Momo’s cheek, her pretty, lavender eyes meeting Momo’s. “You have such lovely eyes…so beautiful, so perfect.”
“My lady is too kind. Momo’s eyes possess only a fraction of the beauty your eyes possess, my lady.”
As her fingers continued to stroke Momo’s cheek, Momo couldn’t help but notice just how soft her hands were, how…caring her touch was. It reminded her somewhat of her Empress. “Thank you for saying so, dear, but it is you who are too kind.” Her eyes were still locked with Momo’s. “Such eyes should never meet harm…such beauty should be watched over…protected.”
Momo blushed, looking toward her lap. She was not really embarrassed, in fact, she was becoming quite aware that Athena was trying to seduce her. Enchantment, after all, was Momo’s specialty. Still, she was certainly up for some fun, and lifted her gaze, showing a confused look. “Momo has never had anyone say that about her before. She is just a servant…she’s the one who should protect her masters.”
Athena leaned close to Momo, her cheek brushing Momo’s as she breathed in Momo’s scent. “But Momo seems to be so very soft…delicate…rare...”
Momo smiled innocently. “Momo wishes to always be pleasing…”
Taking Momo’s cheeks in her hands, Athena once again looked into Momo’s eyes. “How would Momo like to be mine, and mine alone?” Her face eased closer, her lips scant inches from Momo’s.
Momo gasped. “My…my lady? But, Momo serves the Lady de’Shade…and Momo is not sure she is even worthy of serving you…”
Those soft, gentle fingers caressed Momo’s cheeks. “I can give you so much more than you have…so much more to you, and your Lady de’Shade. The life you lead doesn’t reflect on someone like you, my dear, someone who should be preserved.”
What was it that Athena was after? Momo blinked her eyes in apparent confusion. “Momo only has her wish to serve…but is curious what my lady means.”
Athena shifted, her breath falling on Momo’s cheek as she moved to Momo’s neck, her lips kissing Momo’s flesh softly, her tongue sliding along soon after. “I can protect you from your enemies…from those who wish you harm, and even from the overlord of this realm himself.”
Interesting…Momo knew there were those wanting her and de’Shade dead, that was no surprise, but what did Athena know? Momo made her voice sound frightened. “There are those who wish to harm Momo?”
“There are always those who wish harm; this is a dangerous place, Momo. I can sense great power here, a power that is every bit as evil as it is strong.” She lifted her head, taking Momo’s cheeks in her hands again. “I’m afraid it may consume my lovely little Momo.” Her lips lightly brushed Momo’s, and when Momo didn’t resist, she pressed into a full, passionate kiss. Momo did the only thing she could; she matched Athena’s eager kiss, moving her own hands to Athena’s hips.
“My dear, sweet, wonderful Momo…” Athena’s kiss continued, her tongue forcing its way into Momo’s mouth, wrapping around her own like a serpent. Momo moaned softly, eagerly playing her tongue against Athena’s. Momo could sense a certain power in the kiss, something…intoxicating. After several intense moments, Athena finally pulled away, leaving Momo gasping for air. A grin slipped over Athena’s lips, and she guided Momo up so that she was standing beside the bed. “Momo, please undress for me.”
Hands on her dress, Momo offered a deep curtsy. “As you wish, my lady.” Momo was certainly having fun now. She quickly undid the ties of her dress, slowly sliding the heavy, stuffy thing from her body before taking off her slippers and stockings. She stood before Athena, smiling sheepishly, taking note of the growing look of hunger on the woman’s face.
Athena extended her arms, touching them to Momo’s shoulders, sliding them down her body, resting them upon Momo’s ass. “Your body is more lovely than I thought, my dear; it seems that you are in excellent shape, very well trained. Place your leg on the bed beside me.”
“Thank you, my lady. Momo will do as you wish.” Momo lifted her left leg, placing it beside of Athena, but made sure to move it slowly, seductively, as she had been trained. Athena kept one hand on her ass, the other, she moved to the raised leg, stroking Momo’s inner thigh.
“It seems that this may be your most lovely feature, after your eyes of course,” Athena giggled, her fingers stroking the tuft of purple hair on the mound above Momo’s womanhood.
Momo quivered with excitement. “Momo always works hard so that she may always please. My lady’s touch is so soft…” Two fingers touched Momo’s pussy, spreading her already moist lips wide. A moment later, Athena’s thumb gently touched her clit, rubbing it softly, sending a jolt of pleasure through Momo’s body. Athena eased herself forward, kissing Momo’s mound before stroking her lips with her tongue. As her thumb and finger began to massage Momo’s clit, Athena’s tongue slid between her lips, sliding up and down, teasing her walls.
Moaning loudly, Momo squirmed. “My lady…” Momo breathed, “Momo is going crazy with pleasure!” Athena said nothing, her tongue sliding deeper inside, licking faster and faster, matching the rapid massage of Momo’s clit. Momo felt the hand on her ass shift, and the next thing she knew, Athena’s nails ripped into the flesh of her ass, digging deep. Momo knew she was bleeding as the lines of fiery pain erupted and shot through her body.
Momo’s eyes widened. How did she know?! Athena knew?! How?! Regardless, Momo couldn’t stop her loud, passionate cry of joy. “My lady…Momo feels so good! It is…is almost too much…Momo can’t last much longer.” In fact, in the next moment, Athena’s fingers touched the gashes on Momo’s ass, just as she pinched her clit. Momo screamed as an orgasm overcame her, the most amazing one she had felt since she had arrived in this strange land. Her head spun, and she slid to her knees before Athena, gasping for air. She looked up in a daze, watching as Athena licked Momo’s juices from her lips, then her blood from her fingers, smiling slyly the whole time. Finally, she found her voice. “My lady…Momo is so happy now…she is very honored that you chose to be so kind to her…”
Athena’s smile widened, something of a darker visage seeming to overcome her. “I’m hardly done yet, my dearest Momo.” She pulled a small pouch from the golden belt at her waist, and to Momo’s surprise, it grew in size as she sat it on the bed beside her. Undoing the drawstrings, Momo watched, eyes wide, as Athena withdrew a pair of thick leather cuffs, and another well-used leather belt. “Momo…stand up, turn around, and put your hands behind your back.”
As Momo rose, she smiled happily, daring to hope that the Lady Goldmayne was actually giving her the true pleasure she craved. Even if it was only a fraction of the joy her Empress could give, Momo would be happy. She turned around, thrusting her arms behind her. “As you wish, my Lady.”
“Your name was Momo, was it not?”
Momo was startled out of her thoughts by the sudden voice behind her, female, educated, somewhat high-pitched, almost like a chime. Momo turned, seeing that it was one of the nobility, the Lady Athena Goldmayne. Momo quickly bowed to the taller woman. “Please, my Lady, forgive Momo’s daydreams. How may she serve you?”
Athena laughed, one of her long fingers lifting Momo’s chin. Momo didn’t usually look upon the nobility, but if it was something the noble wanted…Athena’s golden hair spilled down her shoulders and back, golden jewelry on her hands and at her neck. Her deep purple eyes, a similar color to Momo’s, were almost playful, a change from the bored look she had displayed most of the evening. Even though she appeared human, Momo knew there was something different about her, something unnatural; then again, that wasn’t really surprising in this land. “You seem bored, my dear, and I can certainly understand why you would be. Would you consider coming with me for some…distraction? I’m sure Lady de’Shade wouldn’t mind too much.”
Never one to pass up an opportunity to find out more about potential rivals or masters, depending on who it was Momo served, she nodded. “Momo would be honored, my Lady.” Momo followed her as she left, catching Lady de’Shade’s eye, seeing a quick, if subtle, nod of approval. Athena led her from the main manor house, through the small wood and to the now empty home of the former mayor, former because as the regional ruler, the Lady de’Shade had executed him for being more than a little lacking in desirable qualities.
Once inside, Athena took Momo into the large bedroom, closing the door behind them, and leading Momo to the bed. As Momo sat down, Athena waved her hand, and the candles around the room flared to life. Still smiling warmly, the Lady sat beside Momo, and took her hands into her own, placing them into her lap. Momo smiled warmly, innocently, a look she had perfected under her Empress’ guidance. “Tell me about yourself, Momo.”
Blushing, and shrugging her shoulders, continuing her act, Momo replied calmly. “There is not much Momo can say about herself; she is but a simple village girl trained to serve the lords and ladies however they may desire her to.”
Athena raised a hand to stroke Momo’s cheek, her pretty, lavender eyes meeting Momo’s. “You have such lovely eyes…so beautiful, so perfect.”
“My lady is too kind. Momo’s eyes possess only a fraction of the beauty your eyes possess, my lady.”
As her fingers continued to stroke Momo’s cheek, Momo couldn’t help but notice just how soft her hands were, how…caring her touch was. It reminded her somewhat of her Empress. “Thank you for saying so, dear, but it is you who are too kind.” Her eyes were still locked with Momo’s. “Such eyes should never meet harm…such beauty should be watched over…protected.”
Momo blushed, looking toward her lap. She was not really embarrassed, in fact, she was becoming quite aware that Athena was trying to seduce her. Enchantment, after all, was Momo’s specialty. Still, she was certainly up for some fun, and lifted her gaze, showing a confused look. “Momo has never had anyone say that about her before. She is just a servant…she’s the one who should protect her masters.”
Athena leaned close to Momo, her cheek brushing Momo’s as she breathed in Momo’s scent. “But Momo seems to be so very soft…delicate…rare...”
Momo smiled innocently. “Momo wishes to always be pleasing…”
Taking Momo’s cheeks in her hands, Athena once again looked into Momo’s eyes. “How would Momo like to be mine, and mine alone?” Her face eased closer, her lips scant inches from Momo’s.
Momo gasped. “My…my lady? But, Momo serves the Lady de’Shade…and Momo is not sure she is even worthy of serving you…”
Those soft, gentle fingers caressed Momo’s cheeks. “I can give you so much more than you have…so much more to you, and your Lady de’Shade. The life you lead doesn’t reflect on someone like you, my dear, someone who should be preserved.”
What was it that Athena was after? Momo blinked her eyes in apparent confusion. “Momo only has her wish to serve…but is curious what my lady means.”
Athena shifted, her breath falling on Momo’s cheek as she moved to Momo’s neck, her lips kissing Momo’s flesh softly, her tongue sliding along soon after. “I can protect you from your enemies…from those who wish you harm, and even from the overlord of this realm himself.”
Interesting…Momo knew there were those wanting her and de’Shade dead, that was no surprise, but what did Athena know? Momo made her voice sound frightened. “There are those who wish to harm Momo?”
“There are always those who wish harm; this is a dangerous place, Momo. I can sense great power here, a power that is every bit as evil as it is strong.” She lifted her head, taking Momo’s cheeks in her hands again. “I’m afraid it may consume my lovely little Momo.” Her lips lightly brushed Momo’s, and when Momo didn’t resist, she pressed into a full, passionate kiss. Momo did the only thing she could; she matched Athena’s eager kiss, moving her own hands to Athena’s hips.
“My dear, sweet, wonderful Momo…” Athena’s kiss continued, her tongue forcing its way into Momo’s mouth, wrapping around her own like a serpent. Momo moaned softly, eagerly playing her tongue against Athena’s. Momo could sense a certain power in the kiss, something…intoxicating. After several intense moments, Athena finally pulled away, leaving Momo gasping for air. A grin slipped over Athena’s lips, and she guided Momo up so that she was standing beside the bed. “Momo, please undress for me.”
Hands on her dress, Momo offered a deep curtsy. “As you wish, my lady.” Momo was certainly having fun now. She quickly undid the ties of her dress, slowly sliding the heavy, stuffy thing from her body before taking off her slippers and stockings. She stood before Athena, smiling sheepishly, taking note of the growing look of hunger on the woman’s face.
Athena extended her arms, touching them to Momo’s shoulders, sliding them down her body, resting them upon Momo’s ass. “Your body is more lovely than I thought, my dear; it seems that you are in excellent shape, very well trained. Place your leg on the bed beside me.”
“Thank you, my lady. Momo will do as you wish.” Momo lifted her left leg, placing it beside of Athena, but made sure to move it slowly, seductively, as she had been trained. Athena kept one hand on her ass, the other, she moved to the raised leg, stroking Momo’s inner thigh.
“It seems that this may be your most lovely feature, after your eyes of course,” Athena giggled, her fingers stroking the tuft of purple hair on the mound above Momo’s womanhood.
Momo quivered with excitement. “Momo always works hard so that she may always please. My lady’s touch is so soft…” Two fingers touched Momo’s pussy, spreading her already moist lips wide. A moment later, Athena’s thumb gently touched her clit, rubbing it softly, sending a jolt of pleasure through Momo’s body. Athena eased herself forward, kissing Momo’s mound before stroking her lips with her tongue. As her thumb and finger began to massage Momo’s clit, Athena’s tongue slid between her lips, sliding up and down, teasing her walls.
Moaning loudly, Momo squirmed. “My lady…” Momo breathed, “Momo is going crazy with pleasure!” Athena said nothing, her tongue sliding deeper inside, licking faster and faster, matching the rapid massage of Momo’s clit. Momo felt the hand on her ass shift, and the next thing she knew, Athena’s nails ripped into the flesh of her ass, digging deep. Momo knew she was bleeding as the lines of fiery pain erupted and shot through her body.
Momo’s eyes widened. How did she know?! Athena knew?! How?! Regardless, Momo couldn’t stop her loud, passionate cry of joy. “My lady…Momo feels so good! It is…is almost too much…Momo can’t last much longer.” In fact, in the next moment, Athena’s fingers touched the gashes on Momo’s ass, just as she pinched her clit. Momo screamed as an orgasm overcame her, the most amazing one she had felt since she had arrived in this strange land. Her head spun, and she slid to her knees before Athena, gasping for air. She looked up in a daze, watching as Athena licked Momo’s juices from her lips, then her blood from her fingers, smiling slyly the whole time. Finally, she found her voice. “My lady…Momo is so happy now…she is very honored that you chose to be so kind to her…”
Athena’s smile widened, something of a darker visage seeming to overcome her. “I’m hardly done yet, my dearest Momo.” She pulled a small pouch from the golden belt at her waist, and to Momo’s surprise, it grew in size as she sat it on the bed beside her. Undoing the drawstrings, Momo watched, eyes wide, as Athena withdrew a pair of thick leather cuffs, and another well-used leather belt. “Momo…stand up, turn around, and put your hands behind your back.”
As Momo rose, she smiled happily, daring to hope that the Lady Goldmayne was actually giving her the true pleasure she craved. Even if it was only a fraction of the joy her Empress could give, Momo would be happy. She turned around, thrusting her arms behind her. “As you wish, my Lady.”
Red's Training, Part 3
A deep rumbling sounded from her stomach, awakening Red from her drug-induced slumber. She moaned, her head swimming. As her senses came back to her, she could tell that whatever drug they had put inside of her before had worn off. She was only warm now, still strapped into that damn suit, just as tight as ever. She realized then that she was sitting upright, and seemed to be on a chair, though her legs were now spread and she couldn’t stand. She couldn’t see, for that matter, feeling a harness of some kind covering her head, leaving her blindfolded and gagged, her mouth open wide, something lodged between her teeth and strapped down over the outside of her mouth. She smelled leather and rubber, and rather strongly.
Gathering her strength, Red shouted behind the gag, jerking wildly in her bonds. She felt straps at her ankles, knees, and thighs, another at her waist, and above and below her breasts, and when she was jerking her head, she felt resistance at her neck. Sure enough, she could tell they had a collar, probably leather, on her neck, and it was pretty thick and tall, making it so that she couldn’t look down, only straight ahead.
Red continued shouting and struggling for several more minutes, finally giving up with a puffed sigh behind her gag and angry, flaring breaths through her nose. She sat back in her bonds, fuming and trying to think of anything besides how hungry she was. Thoughts of ripping her captors new assholes helped.
As she waited, Red heard little, just an occasional rush of air as a conditioner came on, or what she thought was something passing through the hall outside. She didn’t hear anyone else breathing, or any sign that Momo was there at all. She was beginning to think that they had forgotten about her, and was ready to doze off when she heard the cell door slide open. Red tensed, hoping that they would let her up long enough for her to make a break for the door.
From the sound of it, droids were coming in, and sure enough, a cold manipulator clamped down on Red’s cheeks. She struggled, but the droid ignored her. It gripped the front of her gag, and something popped out. Red’s mouth was still held open, but now she was able to bring in air now. It was a short-lived reprieve, because the droid forced something into the opening. Red shook her head, but the cold manipulator hardly budged. Whatever went inside squeaked as it was forced against the leather mask, but stopped after only a moment. Red’s tongue felt along it, some kind of plastic tube.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as the droid let her go. Immediately, Red started shaking her head as hard as she could, despite the restraining collar, but the tube was in there firmly. Even pushing against it with her tongue failed to move it. No sooner had the door closed behind the droid did Red hear a soft hissing sound, and the tube shook in her mouth. She screamed in protest, jerking her head back and forth, but the vibrations continued, and something was coming up the tube.
Red felt it, almost in her mouth, and cried out again, pinching her eyes shut and futilely trying to dislodge the tube one more time. Her tongue recoiled, and her scream intensified. Something warm and moist fell into her mouth, and she was sure her heart was stop. Then, she blinked, and blinked again, tasting something that tasted akin to nerf-steak, only in stew form. Her tongue cautiously probed the growing lump. It was delicious! Hesitating not a second longer, Red began swallowing the mushy mix, her stomach thanking her already. Had she not been bound and blindfolded, she could have sworn it was the best meal she had ever eaten.
The food kept coming for several minutes, but Red wasn’t complaining. After a while, it did finally end, however, with a strong gush of water, then a slower trickle that she happily gulped down until it too finally stopped. Not long after the meal had ended, the door opened again, and the same type of droid, if not the same one, entered, pulling the tube from her mouth and replacing the plug in the gag. Just for good show, at least, Red renewed her struggling, and even offered up several choice curses, even if she might have been the only one who knew what she was saying.
The droid left, but the door stayed open, cooler air blowing in from outside. Red could make out other footsteps, two droids, and something humanoid. She also heard moaning, female…Momo! They were bringing Momo back. The droids entered the room first, and apparently just dropped Momo to the floor, because she grunted, her voice muffled. The humanoid entered behind them, the footsteps distinctly different from the mechanical gait of the droids.
Whoever it was walked right over to Red. She could feel the eyes on her, and from the cologne, she knew it was a male, probably human. Red actually squirmed under the stare, keeping quiet despite her stubborn, rebellious streak. When the man grabbed her breast, she squealed, cheeks burning while garbled curses spewed from her. She was jerking at the bonds in an instant, but the man kept his grip. Red heard Momo moaning again, like she had when she was under the effect of the drug.
The man squeezed harder, and that only made Red angrier, though it didn’t help her in freeing herself. He let go of her breast after another moment, and she breathed hard through her nose. She heard him draw something from a pocket, and then felt heat on her breast. She squirmed, but a moment later, the material on the suit split open, popping her breast free. She shouted in surprise, and just another second later her other breast popped free. He must have been using a laser scalpel. Red screamed angrily when she felt the heat between her legs, but could do nothing to stop him from exposing everything between her legs.
Red heard him stand and walk away, and the droids followed, closing the door behind them. Red sagged in her bonds, sighing with her frustration. Momo was still moaning, and after a few minutes, Red could make out an electronic beep from Momo’s direction, and something that sounded like a lock being released. She heard Momo sit up, then what sounded like buckles being undone.
“Red? Momo is back, Red! Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Momo asked, sounding hyper and breathless.
Red shook her head as Momo walked over to her. “Momo’s sorry she couldn’t be here sooner. They took her somewhere else and did things to her…You smell nice, Red…” Red knew that something was wrong immediately, but still could do nothing to stop the younger girl from sitting in her lap. Red felt Momo’s nipples press into her own, and shook her head again as Momo’s arms circled her neck. She could feel Momo’s breath on her cheek, then her soft lips on her nose.
“Momo wants to make you feel better, Red. She knows that you don’t want to be here, but we can’t leave. So, Momo is going to do everything she can to make you happy. She wishes she could free you, but they have locks on everything here. Don’t be mad at Momo, okay?”
Red shook her head frantically, her mumbled words a plea for Momo to stop. The girl didn’t even slow down, her hands going right for Red’s breasts, squeezing them in circular motions. Momo’s lips kissed Red’s nipples, and then her tongue was flicking at them, making them hard in moments. Red grunted and squirmed in protest, but Momo was deaf to her pleas.
“I know, Red…Momo is still learning to make you happy, but she is trying hard. She would do anything for you, Red, to make you happy.” Red couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what they had been doing to her since she had been knocked out and separated from her. Whatever it was, Momo seemed intent on sex, her hands pressing Red’s breasts together so that she could suck both nipples at once. Red moaned despite herself, getting hot already; it must have been something to do with the drug still in her system…right?
Momo giggled a few minutes later, her mouth finally releasing Red’s rock-hard nipples. Red moaned again when Momo’s fingers took hold and began rolling her nipples between them. “Your body is so responsive to Momo’s touch. Momo is going to make you very happy now, okay?”
Momo lifted herself from Red, and crouched down in front of her. Red felt Momo’s breath on her pussy, making her squirm, out of discomfort or anticipation, she couldn’t decide. Momo’s hands went to Red’s thighs, helping to spread her lips; Red could feel metal on Momo’s wrists, probably binders of some kind. Momo’s nose was brushing Red’s bush a moment later, and her entire body quivered when Momo’s tongue slid between her already moist lips. “Momo loves how you taste, Red. She’ll make you feel wonderful.” Red whined and struggled in protest, but Momo was still oblivious, her fingers kneading Red’s lips as her tongue worked between them, moving up and down, then slowly in and out. She barely touched Red’s clit, just enough to tease her, to get her body wanting more.
Momo’s hands left Red’s thighs while her tongue continued inside of her, moving faster by the moment. Momo’s fingers grasped Red’s left nipple, pulling it hard enough to make Red squeal, but easing up so that she was simply rolling it between her fingers. Momo was panting, her breath tickling Red’s pussy as her tongue started flicking against her clit.
Red was powerless to resist now, breathing hard through her nose as she started pushing her pelvis against Momo’s face. Momo knew what she was doing, and Red was losing herself to her magical tongue. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and Momo was working her clit just like Red wanted. The younger girl was moaning too, her tongue probing with more force, with more determination. Red’s head was swimming, maybe from lack of air, but she was feeling incredible nonetheless.
Momo’s tongue twisted suddenly, and Red quivered all over, moaning wildly. Momo was going harder and quicker, panting and moaning quicker and louder. Red felt it coming, knew that she would be exploding with an incredible orgasm in moments…She cried out, feeling as though her body was convulsing beneath her bonds. She came with startling force, her head rolling from side to side as she went limp, her body on fire and her crotch wet. Momo was still licking furiously at Red’s pussy, but as Red was just beginning to feel her body again as she came down from her orgasmic high, Momo cried out with an incredible joy.
Panting hard, Momo straddled Red a few moments later, their sweat-covered breasts rubbing together while Momo’s pussy dripped against Red’s. “Momo loves eating you! Did you like it? Momo hopes you did…” Momo’s hand stroked Red’s cheek above the gag, then tugged on the plug and popped it free. Red gasped greedily at the cool air that came through, feeling somewhat renewed despite the weakness throughout her body. “Momo has tasted you, and you should taste Momo now.”
Red wasn’t sure what the girl meant at first, but then she felt Momo’s other hand in her mouth, smelled the unmistakable odor of Momo’s juices. Seemingly of its own accord, Red’s tongue eagerly began licking Momo’s fingers, taking every drop of sweet nectar from them. Momo waited patiently for Red to finish, though she kept the both of them stimulated by constantly mashing their breasts and nipples together.
Once Red could no longer taste anything, Momo finally pulled her fingers away, kissing Red’s nose again before she slid back into the floor. “Momo is still hungry for more, Red. She’s going to make you feel wonderful again, okay?”
Mumbling, Red shook her head, but Momo was already stroking her pussy with her fingers, squeezing and pulling at her clit. Red tensed, pinching at the floor with her toes. Momo kissed her bush tenderly and adjusted her grip, starting a more gentle massage. Red moaned softly, her body still too tired to hope to resist, and her mind telling her not to, rather, just let Momo take her to another piece of paradise.
Momo was panting already, no doubt working her own body as she did Red’s. Red was squirming after just a minute or two, desperate to help Momo bring her off. She had recovered already and was hungry for more. Momo was not going to disappoint her, it seemed, for in the next steamy breath, Red felt Momo’s fingers slip inside her, rubbing her walls. Momo’s hot breath blew over Red’s bush, and soon Momo’s tongue was flicking at her clit as her fingers moved in and out, slowly, but steadily.
Her fingers started moving faster, as did her tongue. Red moaned and squirmed, panting for air as she approached another orgasm. Just a little more…Momo’s fingers slowed down and her tongue stopped, and for a terrible span of heartbeats, Red thought that something had happened. Momo continued moaning, Red could feel her moving, and panting against her pussy, and from the sounds, Momo was working herself hard. “Momo…will make sure…that Red…and Momo…come together…this time…”
Red was just starting to feel her fire die down when Momo’s tongue flicked between her lips again, causing her to moan and quiver with excitement. Panting for air, Red was huffing hard against the gag, tensing up as Momo’s tongue worked furiously between her lips. The girl knew exactly what to do, exactly how to bring Red off. Within moments Red tensed beneath her restraints, and joined Momo’s impassioned cries of joy with her own. Red couldn’t know for sure whether the drug was responsible, or if Momo was really just that good; all she knew was that she was having one of the best orgasms of her life, and for those few moments, nothing else mattered.
Wishing that she could see Momo, Red moaned eagerly when her friend straddled her again, and eagerly licked her fingers when offered. Once Red had finished licking Momo’s pussy juice again, she felt Momo’s sweaty breasts mashing against her own. Momo was giggling, but she sounded tired. Red felt Momo’s arms wrap around her, and then felt Momo press her lips to the gag, extending her tongue through the hole. Red quickly met Momo’s tongue with her own.
Finally ending the kiss, Momo snuggled up to Red, resting her head on Red’s shoulder, keeping her arms around her. “Oh, Red…Momo’s so sorry…” she said, sounding more exhausted than she had just a moment before. “She really wishes you could be free, and that you could be with Momo forever. Momo still wants to hear you sing someday. But right now…now Momo just wants to be with you…she’s really tired, Red…so tired…”
Red mumbled, trying to comfort her, and shifted beneath Momo. She didn’t get a response, and knew why within the space of a few breaths from the girl; she was asleep. Her breathing was slow and steady, and she wasn’t moving at all. Red felt an acute pain in her heart now, as her body cooled, and rational thought was once again finding its way into her head. This poor girl was being tortured, probably sexually, and she was suffering terribly. Talking in the third person may have been a defense mechanism, but it was impossible to say how much damage had been done. Could she have been filled with that drug again? Or had they been doing things to her to make her act like that? Red couldn’t tell how long she had been unconscious, or even what they had done with her while she was out.
Anger exploded, and Red did everything she could to stop herself from going berserk in her restraints, for Momo’s sake, since she was still sleeping peacefully. The moment she had any kind of freedom, they would regret it. She would make sure that every last one of them would regret what they were doing. She’d kill them without remorse; all Red needed was the opportunity.
Sometime later, Red was still simmering angrily, though it cooled somewhat when Momo shifted in her lap, adjusting her arms about Red and moving her head to her opposite shoulder before settling back down. Red could only make more promises now, steeling her resolve to make them pay. Momo hadn’t deserved this; hell, none of them had deserved it. Interrupting her thoughts, Red heard the door slide open, and the metallic whine of servos as at least two droids entered.
Red shook her head, trying to warn Momo by shaking her body, but the girl barely moved, still too exhausted to awaken. Red screamed when the droids reached them, and bit hard at her gag when she heard the hiss of a hypo at Momo’s neck, growling and cursing. The droids lifted Momo away and must have left with her, though Red could smell the same cologne she had smelled earlier. She dared him to come at her, though he probably couldn’t understand her muffled, distorted taunts.
“My, my, my…you are certainly hyper, aren’t you?” the man asked, his accent unfamiliar and somewhat fast-paced, stepping beside Red and leaning over her; she could feel his breath on her face. He made a small sound of disapproval, and tucked the gag plug back into her mouth before continuing. “If you have so much energy, I suppose we can start your treatment now as well. Your friend seems to be progressing well, don’t you think? But you, no, I have something else in mind for you. You have a strong will…what was your name? I can’t seem to remember such a minor detail, so I will just call you as I know you, #47F. Your friend is #48F, though her unique personality quirk has actually made me remember her name.”
Red roared in anger, using all of her strength against the straps, but finding no more give than she ever had. As her nostrils flared, Red could feel the man’s oily, inhuman smile upon her. “It is good you have so much energy, 47F; I hope to see good results. Guards? Take her to room S-7, and leave her on the table. I will be along directly to administer her…medicine.”
Screaming and struggling, Red refused to make it easy for the droids that came for her, though before the first straps were off of her body, one of them had hit her with a stun rod, ending her struggles and leaving her dazed and unable to resist. Once they had Red out of her restraints, minus the suit, blindfold, and gag, of course, the droids lifted Red and carried her between the two of them. She felt much colder air once she was out of the room, on her exposed parts most keenly, though she heard nothing aside from the droids’ footsteps and air circulators, maybe an occasional beeping from somewhere.
The droids didn’t take her very far, maybe fifteen or twenty meters before they entered another door, and flopped her roughly down atop a metal table. Maybe she was getting used to being shocked, because Red was already starting to squirm, and had recovered enough to at least mount a slight struggle as the droids tightened straps down over her ankles and thighs, then over her stomach and neck. They plodded out as soon as they were finished, leaving Red to herself, wondering what was in store for her now.
Apparently, Red would not have to wait very long. The door opened again just a few minutes later, and Red smelled the cologne again. She waited until he was right next to her before she suddenly started jerking against the straps and shouting at him. If he jumped, she couldn’t tell, but after a few moments he laid a hand on her shoulder.
“47F, your struggles are quite valiant, but in vain. While I appreciate your willpower and bravery, it means nothing at all here. You are an alpha, aren’t you? Always in control, the leader of the group, always the center of attention? And you are not afraid of much, and often leap before fully understanding just how far you may fall. You rely on your will to fight, to stand up for what you believe is right to make your way through life. What if I told you I could take all of that away? I can do something to your body that will make your will to fight useless. You won’t be able to do so much as speak; the only thing you will be able to do is breath, and watch. You won’t even be able to feel what’s happening to you. That frightens you, doesn’t it? You hate having your free will taken away.”
Red didn’t want to admit it, but he was chilling her to the bone. He was so calm about it all, just as though he was talking about what he wanted for lunch or what kind of shoes to wear. She had stopped her struggles and shut up, and felt sweat beading on her brow. She could feel him smiling again.
“Well now, I suppose we should get started, hmm? I have other patients who are quite eager to meet you, once you’re suitably…helpless.” Red screamed, rocking back and forth under the straps, trying her best to stop him from touching her. His hand pushed down on her chest firmly, between her breasts, while his other hand slid along her left thigh.
Red wanted nothing more than to kick his teeth in, but at that moment, she felt a surge go through her leg, like a burst of static electricity, and then…nothing. Her leg was numb, instantly. Red froze, her heart racing, blood pounding in her ears. He hadn’t been lying. He had told the truth!
“You see? It is a simple exercise for me to suspend your body in this manner. All I must do is touch in the right place…like so.” He touched her other thigh in the same place, and she felt the same surge, and then nothing. Despite herself, Red whimpered. It had to be a dream; something like that just couldn’t have been possible. “You don’t like it, do you? And I’ve only immobilized your legs, and already you are trembling. Don’t worry, 47F, I will fix that for you.” Red shook her head, but she could feel his hands back on her shoulders. At once, she lost feeling in both arms following the static tingling. She shook her head, actually begging through the gag for him to stop. “No, you must have your treatment, 47F.”
His hands went to her stomach next, and Red screamed, feeling only her neck and head now. She couldn’t understand how she was still breathing; it was like there was nothing down there. She felt hot tears coming from her eyes as she shook her head again. His fingers brushed the sides of her face, but he paused, and began undoing the locks and straps that kept her blind. Red winced as she once again saw light, beaming down from high-intensity lamps on the ceiling, and caught her first glimpse of her captor.
He was older than her, but seemed to be human, despite the unnatural yellowish color of his eyes. He had short cropped hair, graying around the temples, and a face that already seemed creased by age; his lips were curved into a slight grin. He wore a white lab coat over a button-up shirt, every bit the image of a real doctor, even wearing an ID badge with ‘Shimazaki’ written on it. He removed her gag next, leaving only the collar, flooding Red’s jaw with pain as she was finally able to close her mouth, though that didn’t last long.
“Stop it!” she shouted, wild with fear. “Please, don’t do this to me! Why are you treating us like this? Please, I’ll do anything, just let me feel my body again!” Red had never begged before in her entire life, not even to her parents when she was a child wanting more dessert or a new toy.
As she watched, blinking tears from her eyes, he smiled. Wordlessly, he placed his hands on Red’s face, fingers along her temples, thumbs along her jaw.
“No! Don’t-” Red’s voice cut out in a squeak as she lost all feeling in her body. It was like she was floating in a void. She could look around, even blink her eyes, she could somehow register that she was still breathing, but there was nothing else; not a heartbeat, not a tingle or an itch, not even a cold breeze on her exposed breasts. She knew she was crying, but she couldn’t feel her tears as they slid from her eyes.
Red watched as Shimazaki smiled over her, patting her cheek almost affectionately before undoing the straps that held her to the table. She saw him remove a laser scalpel from his pocket, using it on different areas of her suit. Soon enough, she saw him lift her arms, straight up, and dropped them. She heard them impact the table, but felt nothing, not even a little pressure. She was breathing quicker, frantically gasping for air, but that was all she could tell. He likewise lifted her legs, letting them fall, before pulling away the dark blue scraps, apparently all that was left of her restraining suit.
Shimazaki moved out of sight for a time, and though Red tried, she couldn’t roll her eyes to see him. She heard things being moved, but had no idea what they were. He came back when he finished with whatever it was that he was doing, and stroked her hair. “I will send the others in soon. I think that after a little…group therapy…you will be well on your way to being a success. Don’t go anywhere, 47F.”
He chuckled to himself as he disappeared from view, the door closing behind him, leaving Red in a state of shock. She stared at the ceiling, the tops of the walls, anything she could, just so that she could know she was still alive. She was just…there…no feeling anywhere, nothing as she tried to picture herself lifting her arm. She tried to speak, but it was as though she had never had vocal cords; not even a squeak or a whimper came out. She couldn’t hear anything but her breathing after a time, not even air being circulated. The room may have been soundproofed…she hoped it was soundproofed, at least.
Red had no idea how long she was lying there, but she knew that she had no chance of falling asleep. She was panicked, absolutely terrified. She could barely see her chest rising and falling, just at the edge of her vision, but from that, she knew that she was sweating, and that she was breathing fast. Her mind was running wild, and no matter what she thought, her body just refused to respond, refused to feel anything. Red finally came to the conclusion that she was dead, her spirit trapped inside a dead body, knowing that what she felt was much too horrible to be real, to be possible.
The door slid open without warning, Red’s eyes immediately shooting toward it. Droids moved outside the door, but stayed out of the room, while directing in half a dozen figures, all human men from what Red could tell. Her eyes widened and terror filled her. While all of the men had their arms restrained behind their backs, all were also nude but for a shock collar, and each one was sporting a raging hard-on. The moment the last one was moved inside, the door behind them shut, and their collars beeped, allowing their restrained arms to be freed.
Red stared wide-eyed as they all seemed to realize she was in the room at the same time, their eyes vacant as they looked her over. She saw their erections throbbing as they shambled toward her, every bit like a zombie from the holovids she had collected in her apartment, most of them looking only slightly more human. Then they were around her, drooling hungrily as hands reached to her. Red wanted to scream, wanted to fight back, but couldn’t so much as whimper. She could smell the thick musk coming from them, sweaty, unwashed, stomach-churning…at least she assumed it was, since she couldn’t feel her stomach. As her revulsion and fear continued to climb, Red saw one or two of them drooling, and all of them were starting to moan, the hungry, nasty kind of moan that told her that they only had one thing on their minds.
She tried to scream when she was suddenly lifted from the table and thrown to the floor, landing with a thud so that her face was resting on her chin, against white, sterile-looking tile. Red couldn’t tell how the rest of her body landed, but she was desperately trying to make her body move, to get just a little feeling that told her she was really still alive. She heard the men clustering around her, one moving right in front of her and grabbing handfuls of her hair, lifting her face toward his crotch, though she felt nothing at all. Red was screaming in her mind, and knew that she was crying in fear and shame as he pushed his throbbing member into her mouth. She knew the others were pushing into her from below, playing with her breasts, and she could do nothing, nothing at all.
Gathering her strength, Red shouted behind the gag, jerking wildly in her bonds. She felt straps at her ankles, knees, and thighs, another at her waist, and above and below her breasts, and when she was jerking her head, she felt resistance at her neck. Sure enough, she could tell they had a collar, probably leather, on her neck, and it was pretty thick and tall, making it so that she couldn’t look down, only straight ahead.
Red continued shouting and struggling for several more minutes, finally giving up with a puffed sigh behind her gag and angry, flaring breaths through her nose. She sat back in her bonds, fuming and trying to think of anything besides how hungry she was. Thoughts of ripping her captors new assholes helped.
As she waited, Red heard little, just an occasional rush of air as a conditioner came on, or what she thought was something passing through the hall outside. She didn’t hear anyone else breathing, or any sign that Momo was there at all. She was beginning to think that they had forgotten about her, and was ready to doze off when she heard the cell door slide open. Red tensed, hoping that they would let her up long enough for her to make a break for the door.
From the sound of it, droids were coming in, and sure enough, a cold manipulator clamped down on Red’s cheeks. She struggled, but the droid ignored her. It gripped the front of her gag, and something popped out. Red’s mouth was still held open, but now she was able to bring in air now. It was a short-lived reprieve, because the droid forced something into the opening. Red shook her head, but the cold manipulator hardly budged. Whatever went inside squeaked as it was forced against the leather mask, but stopped after only a moment. Red’s tongue felt along it, some kind of plastic tube.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as the droid let her go. Immediately, Red started shaking her head as hard as she could, despite the restraining collar, but the tube was in there firmly. Even pushing against it with her tongue failed to move it. No sooner had the door closed behind the droid did Red hear a soft hissing sound, and the tube shook in her mouth. She screamed in protest, jerking her head back and forth, but the vibrations continued, and something was coming up the tube.
Red felt it, almost in her mouth, and cried out again, pinching her eyes shut and futilely trying to dislodge the tube one more time. Her tongue recoiled, and her scream intensified. Something warm and moist fell into her mouth, and she was sure her heart was stop. Then, she blinked, and blinked again, tasting something that tasted akin to nerf-steak, only in stew form. Her tongue cautiously probed the growing lump. It was delicious! Hesitating not a second longer, Red began swallowing the mushy mix, her stomach thanking her already. Had she not been bound and blindfolded, she could have sworn it was the best meal she had ever eaten.
The food kept coming for several minutes, but Red wasn’t complaining. After a while, it did finally end, however, with a strong gush of water, then a slower trickle that she happily gulped down until it too finally stopped. Not long after the meal had ended, the door opened again, and the same type of droid, if not the same one, entered, pulling the tube from her mouth and replacing the plug in the gag. Just for good show, at least, Red renewed her struggling, and even offered up several choice curses, even if she might have been the only one who knew what she was saying.
The droid left, but the door stayed open, cooler air blowing in from outside. Red could make out other footsteps, two droids, and something humanoid. She also heard moaning, female…Momo! They were bringing Momo back. The droids entered the room first, and apparently just dropped Momo to the floor, because she grunted, her voice muffled. The humanoid entered behind them, the footsteps distinctly different from the mechanical gait of the droids.
Whoever it was walked right over to Red. She could feel the eyes on her, and from the cologne, she knew it was a male, probably human. Red actually squirmed under the stare, keeping quiet despite her stubborn, rebellious streak. When the man grabbed her breast, she squealed, cheeks burning while garbled curses spewed from her. She was jerking at the bonds in an instant, but the man kept his grip. Red heard Momo moaning again, like she had when she was under the effect of the drug.
The man squeezed harder, and that only made Red angrier, though it didn’t help her in freeing herself. He let go of her breast after another moment, and she breathed hard through her nose. She heard him draw something from a pocket, and then felt heat on her breast. She squirmed, but a moment later, the material on the suit split open, popping her breast free. She shouted in surprise, and just another second later her other breast popped free. He must have been using a laser scalpel. Red screamed angrily when she felt the heat between her legs, but could do nothing to stop him from exposing everything between her legs.
Red heard him stand and walk away, and the droids followed, closing the door behind them. Red sagged in her bonds, sighing with her frustration. Momo was still moaning, and after a few minutes, Red could make out an electronic beep from Momo’s direction, and something that sounded like a lock being released. She heard Momo sit up, then what sounded like buckles being undone.
“Red? Momo is back, Red! Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Momo asked, sounding hyper and breathless.
Red shook her head as Momo walked over to her. “Momo’s sorry she couldn’t be here sooner. They took her somewhere else and did things to her…You smell nice, Red…” Red knew that something was wrong immediately, but still could do nothing to stop the younger girl from sitting in her lap. Red felt Momo’s nipples press into her own, and shook her head again as Momo’s arms circled her neck. She could feel Momo’s breath on her cheek, then her soft lips on her nose.
“Momo wants to make you feel better, Red. She knows that you don’t want to be here, but we can’t leave. So, Momo is going to do everything she can to make you happy. She wishes she could free you, but they have locks on everything here. Don’t be mad at Momo, okay?”
Red shook her head frantically, her mumbled words a plea for Momo to stop. The girl didn’t even slow down, her hands going right for Red’s breasts, squeezing them in circular motions. Momo’s lips kissed Red’s nipples, and then her tongue was flicking at them, making them hard in moments. Red grunted and squirmed in protest, but Momo was deaf to her pleas.
“I know, Red…Momo is still learning to make you happy, but she is trying hard. She would do anything for you, Red, to make you happy.” Red couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what they had been doing to her since she had been knocked out and separated from her. Whatever it was, Momo seemed intent on sex, her hands pressing Red’s breasts together so that she could suck both nipples at once. Red moaned despite herself, getting hot already; it must have been something to do with the drug still in her system…right?
Momo giggled a few minutes later, her mouth finally releasing Red’s rock-hard nipples. Red moaned again when Momo’s fingers took hold and began rolling her nipples between them. “Your body is so responsive to Momo’s touch. Momo is going to make you very happy now, okay?”
Momo lifted herself from Red, and crouched down in front of her. Red felt Momo’s breath on her pussy, making her squirm, out of discomfort or anticipation, she couldn’t decide. Momo’s hands went to Red’s thighs, helping to spread her lips; Red could feel metal on Momo’s wrists, probably binders of some kind. Momo’s nose was brushing Red’s bush a moment later, and her entire body quivered when Momo’s tongue slid between her already moist lips. “Momo loves how you taste, Red. She’ll make you feel wonderful.” Red whined and struggled in protest, but Momo was still oblivious, her fingers kneading Red’s lips as her tongue worked between them, moving up and down, then slowly in and out. She barely touched Red’s clit, just enough to tease her, to get her body wanting more.
Momo’s hands left Red’s thighs while her tongue continued inside of her, moving faster by the moment. Momo’s fingers grasped Red’s left nipple, pulling it hard enough to make Red squeal, but easing up so that she was simply rolling it between her fingers. Momo was panting, her breath tickling Red’s pussy as her tongue started flicking against her clit.
Red was powerless to resist now, breathing hard through her nose as she started pushing her pelvis against Momo’s face. Momo knew what she was doing, and Red was losing herself to her magical tongue. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and Momo was working her clit just like Red wanted. The younger girl was moaning too, her tongue probing with more force, with more determination. Red’s head was swimming, maybe from lack of air, but she was feeling incredible nonetheless.
Momo’s tongue twisted suddenly, and Red quivered all over, moaning wildly. Momo was going harder and quicker, panting and moaning quicker and louder. Red felt it coming, knew that she would be exploding with an incredible orgasm in moments…She cried out, feeling as though her body was convulsing beneath her bonds. She came with startling force, her head rolling from side to side as she went limp, her body on fire and her crotch wet. Momo was still licking furiously at Red’s pussy, but as Red was just beginning to feel her body again as she came down from her orgasmic high, Momo cried out with an incredible joy.
Panting hard, Momo straddled Red a few moments later, their sweat-covered breasts rubbing together while Momo’s pussy dripped against Red’s. “Momo loves eating you! Did you like it? Momo hopes you did…” Momo’s hand stroked Red’s cheek above the gag, then tugged on the plug and popped it free. Red gasped greedily at the cool air that came through, feeling somewhat renewed despite the weakness throughout her body. “Momo has tasted you, and you should taste Momo now.”
Red wasn’t sure what the girl meant at first, but then she felt Momo’s other hand in her mouth, smelled the unmistakable odor of Momo’s juices. Seemingly of its own accord, Red’s tongue eagerly began licking Momo’s fingers, taking every drop of sweet nectar from them. Momo waited patiently for Red to finish, though she kept the both of them stimulated by constantly mashing their breasts and nipples together.
Once Red could no longer taste anything, Momo finally pulled her fingers away, kissing Red’s nose again before she slid back into the floor. “Momo is still hungry for more, Red. She’s going to make you feel wonderful again, okay?”
Mumbling, Red shook her head, but Momo was already stroking her pussy with her fingers, squeezing and pulling at her clit. Red tensed, pinching at the floor with her toes. Momo kissed her bush tenderly and adjusted her grip, starting a more gentle massage. Red moaned softly, her body still too tired to hope to resist, and her mind telling her not to, rather, just let Momo take her to another piece of paradise.
Momo was panting already, no doubt working her own body as she did Red’s. Red was squirming after just a minute or two, desperate to help Momo bring her off. She had recovered already and was hungry for more. Momo was not going to disappoint her, it seemed, for in the next steamy breath, Red felt Momo’s fingers slip inside her, rubbing her walls. Momo’s hot breath blew over Red’s bush, and soon Momo’s tongue was flicking at her clit as her fingers moved in and out, slowly, but steadily.
Her fingers started moving faster, as did her tongue. Red moaned and squirmed, panting for air as she approached another orgasm. Just a little more…Momo’s fingers slowed down and her tongue stopped, and for a terrible span of heartbeats, Red thought that something had happened. Momo continued moaning, Red could feel her moving, and panting against her pussy, and from the sounds, Momo was working herself hard. “Momo…will make sure…that Red…and Momo…come together…this time…”
Red was just starting to feel her fire die down when Momo’s tongue flicked between her lips again, causing her to moan and quiver with excitement. Panting for air, Red was huffing hard against the gag, tensing up as Momo’s tongue worked furiously between her lips. The girl knew exactly what to do, exactly how to bring Red off. Within moments Red tensed beneath her restraints, and joined Momo’s impassioned cries of joy with her own. Red couldn’t know for sure whether the drug was responsible, or if Momo was really just that good; all she knew was that she was having one of the best orgasms of her life, and for those few moments, nothing else mattered.
Wishing that she could see Momo, Red moaned eagerly when her friend straddled her again, and eagerly licked her fingers when offered. Once Red had finished licking Momo’s pussy juice again, she felt Momo’s sweaty breasts mashing against her own. Momo was giggling, but she sounded tired. Red felt Momo’s arms wrap around her, and then felt Momo press her lips to the gag, extending her tongue through the hole. Red quickly met Momo’s tongue with her own.
Finally ending the kiss, Momo snuggled up to Red, resting her head on Red’s shoulder, keeping her arms around her. “Oh, Red…Momo’s so sorry…” she said, sounding more exhausted than she had just a moment before. “She really wishes you could be free, and that you could be with Momo forever. Momo still wants to hear you sing someday. But right now…now Momo just wants to be with you…she’s really tired, Red…so tired…”
Red mumbled, trying to comfort her, and shifted beneath Momo. She didn’t get a response, and knew why within the space of a few breaths from the girl; she was asleep. Her breathing was slow and steady, and she wasn’t moving at all. Red felt an acute pain in her heart now, as her body cooled, and rational thought was once again finding its way into her head. This poor girl was being tortured, probably sexually, and she was suffering terribly. Talking in the third person may have been a defense mechanism, but it was impossible to say how much damage had been done. Could she have been filled with that drug again? Or had they been doing things to her to make her act like that? Red couldn’t tell how long she had been unconscious, or even what they had done with her while she was out.
Anger exploded, and Red did everything she could to stop herself from going berserk in her restraints, for Momo’s sake, since she was still sleeping peacefully. The moment she had any kind of freedom, they would regret it. She would make sure that every last one of them would regret what they were doing. She’d kill them without remorse; all Red needed was the opportunity.
Sometime later, Red was still simmering angrily, though it cooled somewhat when Momo shifted in her lap, adjusting her arms about Red and moving her head to her opposite shoulder before settling back down. Red could only make more promises now, steeling her resolve to make them pay. Momo hadn’t deserved this; hell, none of them had deserved it. Interrupting her thoughts, Red heard the door slide open, and the metallic whine of servos as at least two droids entered.
Red shook her head, trying to warn Momo by shaking her body, but the girl barely moved, still too exhausted to awaken. Red screamed when the droids reached them, and bit hard at her gag when she heard the hiss of a hypo at Momo’s neck, growling and cursing. The droids lifted Momo away and must have left with her, though Red could smell the same cologne she had smelled earlier. She dared him to come at her, though he probably couldn’t understand her muffled, distorted taunts.
“My, my, my…you are certainly hyper, aren’t you?” the man asked, his accent unfamiliar and somewhat fast-paced, stepping beside Red and leaning over her; she could feel his breath on her face. He made a small sound of disapproval, and tucked the gag plug back into her mouth before continuing. “If you have so much energy, I suppose we can start your treatment now as well. Your friend seems to be progressing well, don’t you think? But you, no, I have something else in mind for you. You have a strong will…what was your name? I can’t seem to remember such a minor detail, so I will just call you as I know you, #47F. Your friend is #48F, though her unique personality quirk has actually made me remember her name.”
Red roared in anger, using all of her strength against the straps, but finding no more give than she ever had. As her nostrils flared, Red could feel the man’s oily, inhuman smile upon her. “It is good you have so much energy, 47F; I hope to see good results. Guards? Take her to room S-7, and leave her on the table. I will be along directly to administer her…medicine.”
Screaming and struggling, Red refused to make it easy for the droids that came for her, though before the first straps were off of her body, one of them had hit her with a stun rod, ending her struggles and leaving her dazed and unable to resist. Once they had Red out of her restraints, minus the suit, blindfold, and gag, of course, the droids lifted Red and carried her between the two of them. She felt much colder air once she was out of the room, on her exposed parts most keenly, though she heard nothing aside from the droids’ footsteps and air circulators, maybe an occasional beeping from somewhere.
The droids didn’t take her very far, maybe fifteen or twenty meters before they entered another door, and flopped her roughly down atop a metal table. Maybe she was getting used to being shocked, because Red was already starting to squirm, and had recovered enough to at least mount a slight struggle as the droids tightened straps down over her ankles and thighs, then over her stomach and neck. They plodded out as soon as they were finished, leaving Red to herself, wondering what was in store for her now.
Apparently, Red would not have to wait very long. The door opened again just a few minutes later, and Red smelled the cologne again. She waited until he was right next to her before she suddenly started jerking against the straps and shouting at him. If he jumped, she couldn’t tell, but after a few moments he laid a hand on her shoulder.
“47F, your struggles are quite valiant, but in vain. While I appreciate your willpower and bravery, it means nothing at all here. You are an alpha, aren’t you? Always in control, the leader of the group, always the center of attention? And you are not afraid of much, and often leap before fully understanding just how far you may fall. You rely on your will to fight, to stand up for what you believe is right to make your way through life. What if I told you I could take all of that away? I can do something to your body that will make your will to fight useless. You won’t be able to do so much as speak; the only thing you will be able to do is breath, and watch. You won’t even be able to feel what’s happening to you. That frightens you, doesn’t it? You hate having your free will taken away.”
Red didn’t want to admit it, but he was chilling her to the bone. He was so calm about it all, just as though he was talking about what he wanted for lunch or what kind of shoes to wear. She had stopped her struggles and shut up, and felt sweat beading on her brow. She could feel him smiling again.
“Well now, I suppose we should get started, hmm? I have other patients who are quite eager to meet you, once you’re suitably…helpless.” Red screamed, rocking back and forth under the straps, trying her best to stop him from touching her. His hand pushed down on her chest firmly, between her breasts, while his other hand slid along her left thigh.
Red wanted nothing more than to kick his teeth in, but at that moment, she felt a surge go through her leg, like a burst of static electricity, and then…nothing. Her leg was numb, instantly. Red froze, her heart racing, blood pounding in her ears. He hadn’t been lying. He had told the truth!
“You see? It is a simple exercise for me to suspend your body in this manner. All I must do is touch in the right place…like so.” He touched her other thigh in the same place, and she felt the same surge, and then nothing. Despite herself, Red whimpered. It had to be a dream; something like that just couldn’t have been possible. “You don’t like it, do you? And I’ve only immobilized your legs, and already you are trembling. Don’t worry, 47F, I will fix that for you.” Red shook her head, but she could feel his hands back on her shoulders. At once, she lost feeling in both arms following the static tingling. She shook her head, actually begging through the gag for him to stop. “No, you must have your treatment, 47F.”
His hands went to her stomach next, and Red screamed, feeling only her neck and head now. She couldn’t understand how she was still breathing; it was like there was nothing down there. She felt hot tears coming from her eyes as she shook her head again. His fingers brushed the sides of her face, but he paused, and began undoing the locks and straps that kept her blind. Red winced as she once again saw light, beaming down from high-intensity lamps on the ceiling, and caught her first glimpse of her captor.
He was older than her, but seemed to be human, despite the unnatural yellowish color of his eyes. He had short cropped hair, graying around the temples, and a face that already seemed creased by age; his lips were curved into a slight grin. He wore a white lab coat over a button-up shirt, every bit the image of a real doctor, even wearing an ID badge with ‘Shimazaki’ written on it. He removed her gag next, leaving only the collar, flooding Red’s jaw with pain as she was finally able to close her mouth, though that didn’t last long.
“Stop it!” she shouted, wild with fear. “Please, don’t do this to me! Why are you treating us like this? Please, I’ll do anything, just let me feel my body again!” Red had never begged before in her entire life, not even to her parents when she was a child wanting more dessert or a new toy.
As she watched, blinking tears from her eyes, he smiled. Wordlessly, he placed his hands on Red’s face, fingers along her temples, thumbs along her jaw.
“No! Don’t-” Red’s voice cut out in a squeak as she lost all feeling in her body. It was like she was floating in a void. She could look around, even blink her eyes, she could somehow register that she was still breathing, but there was nothing else; not a heartbeat, not a tingle or an itch, not even a cold breeze on her exposed breasts. She knew she was crying, but she couldn’t feel her tears as they slid from her eyes.
Red watched as Shimazaki smiled over her, patting her cheek almost affectionately before undoing the straps that held her to the table. She saw him remove a laser scalpel from his pocket, using it on different areas of her suit. Soon enough, she saw him lift her arms, straight up, and dropped them. She heard them impact the table, but felt nothing, not even a little pressure. She was breathing quicker, frantically gasping for air, but that was all she could tell. He likewise lifted her legs, letting them fall, before pulling away the dark blue scraps, apparently all that was left of her restraining suit.
Shimazaki moved out of sight for a time, and though Red tried, she couldn’t roll her eyes to see him. She heard things being moved, but had no idea what they were. He came back when he finished with whatever it was that he was doing, and stroked her hair. “I will send the others in soon. I think that after a little…group therapy…you will be well on your way to being a success. Don’t go anywhere, 47F.”
He chuckled to himself as he disappeared from view, the door closing behind him, leaving Red in a state of shock. She stared at the ceiling, the tops of the walls, anything she could, just so that she could know she was still alive. She was just…there…no feeling anywhere, nothing as she tried to picture herself lifting her arm. She tried to speak, but it was as though she had never had vocal cords; not even a squeak or a whimper came out. She couldn’t hear anything but her breathing after a time, not even air being circulated. The room may have been soundproofed…she hoped it was soundproofed, at least.
Red had no idea how long she was lying there, but she knew that she had no chance of falling asleep. She was panicked, absolutely terrified. She could barely see her chest rising and falling, just at the edge of her vision, but from that, she knew that she was sweating, and that she was breathing fast. Her mind was running wild, and no matter what she thought, her body just refused to respond, refused to feel anything. Red finally came to the conclusion that she was dead, her spirit trapped inside a dead body, knowing that what she felt was much too horrible to be real, to be possible.
The door slid open without warning, Red’s eyes immediately shooting toward it. Droids moved outside the door, but stayed out of the room, while directing in half a dozen figures, all human men from what Red could tell. Her eyes widened and terror filled her. While all of the men had their arms restrained behind their backs, all were also nude but for a shock collar, and each one was sporting a raging hard-on. The moment the last one was moved inside, the door behind them shut, and their collars beeped, allowing their restrained arms to be freed.
Red stared wide-eyed as they all seemed to realize she was in the room at the same time, their eyes vacant as they looked her over. She saw their erections throbbing as they shambled toward her, every bit like a zombie from the holovids she had collected in her apartment, most of them looking only slightly more human. Then they were around her, drooling hungrily as hands reached to her. Red wanted to scream, wanted to fight back, but couldn’t so much as whimper. She could smell the thick musk coming from them, sweaty, unwashed, stomach-churning…at least she assumed it was, since she couldn’t feel her stomach. As her revulsion and fear continued to climb, Red saw one or two of them drooling, and all of them were starting to moan, the hungry, nasty kind of moan that told her that they only had one thing on their minds.
She tried to scream when she was suddenly lifted from the table and thrown to the floor, landing with a thud so that her face was resting on her chin, against white, sterile-looking tile. Red couldn’t tell how the rest of her body landed, but she was desperately trying to make her body move, to get just a little feeling that told her she was really still alive. She heard the men clustering around her, one moving right in front of her and grabbing handfuls of her hair, lifting her face toward his crotch, though she felt nothing at all. Red was screaming in her mind, and knew that she was crying in fear and shame as he pushed his throbbing member into her mouth. She knew the others were pushing into her from below, playing with her breasts, and she could do nothing, nothing at all.
Let's give this a try
I'm going to give this a try. Since DA has annoyed me so much here of late, I'm going to move the works that were pulled from DA over here, and hopefully, they will enjoy a little better chance at being viewed by sensible adults with open minds as opposed to, well, we all know what I'm talking about if you've come here, huh?
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