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?”

Tales of the A'rem - First Report - Kaylee

Client – Mr. Vakir Arkrest
Location – Vorzhyd V
Contract specifics – 1 week stay, A’rem member is the submissive, moderate to heavy BDSM play (no permanent damage, light or no blood, enforced chastity, long-term bondage, long-term stimulation), possible heavy sex with possible multiple partners (no penetration restrictions), costumes, dancing, maid duties. Agreed upon fee of 1250 credits per day, at least 2 meals per day, no piss/scat play. Time will begin upon final signing of contract. Client has good history with the A’rem, known to be somewhat rough, but has never breeched contract; A’rem member has declined bodyguard presence, though that is no guarantee that her guardian won’t show up...


Kaylee sipped her tea, finding it to be a pleasing blend, as Mr. Arkrest finished his business call. Like any good A’rem agent, she kept silent, and took no obvious interest in what was being discussed, though from what she overheard, it was nothing that would concern the A’rem. He was a middle-aged man, dark-skinned, slicked back hair with just a touch of gray. His face made her think of a Devaronian in a way, especially with his goatee, and the way his eyes kept shifting back to her. This was the final part of the arrangement process; once the contract was signed, she would be his slave for the week. This was not her first job, far from it, in fact, and she sensed no danger. She was actually excited about the job; it had been a long time since she had a chance to enjoy herself, and her current client was a very good candidate for what she enjoyed. Her love of pain and restraint was something she had acquired from her mother, apparently, and it had manifested itself early during her training back home.

He ended the conversation a few minutes later with a sigh, but quickly returned to his somewhat dark smile. His voice was deep, his pronunciations crisp. “My apologies, my dear. As I was asking you before…how old are you?”

“I turned eighteen just a few weeks ago,” she replied.

“Ah…you could pass for a few years younger, I think. But you have looked over my request, and you wouldn’t be here unless you were willing to fulfill my desires. I believe that we’ve already discussed the important details, so, if you have no questions or concerns, I am ready to sign our agreement and begin.” Kaylee removed the datapad from her lap and passed it across his desk, where he quickly signed it and placed his thumbprint on the document. She looked it over, and likewise signed and placed her thumbprint on the scanner. A moment later, the contract was being transmitted back home.

Once the reception signal had come through, after only a few minutes, Kaylee shut down the pad, and returned it to her small travel bag. She stood, bowing deeply from the waist. “My master, this humble slave wishes to serve you; how may she please you?”

A wolfish grin overcame him, and he stood, at almost military straightness. “No slave of mine will be wearing clothes I didn’t give her. Remove those at once.”

“Yes, master,” Kaylee replied, undoing the belt at her waist and slipping out of her A’rem robes. She removed the white, wide-sleeved upper part first, leaving her bare chest exposed, her nipples immediately becoming erect in the air-conditioned office. Once she had folded it and placed it atop her bag, she slipped her wide-legged, red pants down and stepped out of them, folding them as well, and ended by removing her socks and sandals, leaving her in only her panties before him. He spoke as she started to remove them.

“Very nice, but leave those alone and come around here so that I may examine your body.” Kaylee walked around his large, table-like desk, presenting herself to him with hands at her sides, legs slightly apart, and her chin high, but not looking into his eyes. His hands started at her shoulders, moving to her breasts, which he squeezed roughly, pinching her nipples. He quickly moved lower, past her stomach and between her legs, his fingers brushing her lower lips, spreading them through her silken thong panties for a moment, but not trying to press to far inside. Kaylee moaned softly, and again more loudly when he grabbed her butt, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed. She was already getting wet; perhaps she enjoyed herself too much sometimes.

He turned her away from him and opened a drawer on his desk, something metallic jingling. “Unless I say otherwise, this is the only thing you’ll be wearing, my pet.” His breath was hot on her ear as he brought a collar to her neck, a big, thick nerf leather thing with a heavy ring on the front and metal studs all along his outer sides; it was just short of being a full-blown posture collar. Nonetheless, Kaylee lifted her chin and pulled her shoulder-length blond strands to the side, feeling the leather encircle her neck, coming to the point that it was quite snug, before he secured the two straps in the back. A pair of electronic beeps sounded behind her, and she knew that she wouldn’t be removing the collar without his approval; well, at least not without some help from the Force.

He grabbed her from behind, pinching and twisting her breasts with one hand while his other probed her pussy again, working around her clit. “A pity I still have work to do today…but you can still entertain me, can’t you?”

“Yes, master, whatever you may desire,” Kaylee said, writhing against him, breathing in the strong scent of his cologne. His hand left her pussy, grabbing her hair and pulling it back sharply. He slammed her down atop his desk then, leaning heavily upon her. She moaned and writhed against him, feeling his hard member pressing against her ass through his pants. She reached back with her hands, thinking to free his cock, but his hands grabbed her wrists, yanking them toward the middle of her back.

“Not yet, you little whore. I’ll give you something to keep you wet until I can enjoy you properly, though. I still have work that needs to be done, but I think we’ll both find enjoyment out of your suffering.” Thinking that he couldn’t have been more right, Kaylee moaned again, continuing to rub herself against him. She heard him pick something up, and flick a switch, the sound of a strong vibration filling the air. Whatever it was slid between her lips and was held against her clit, making her wobble on her feet. “Oh, you enjoy that, do you? That’s quite fortunate, then,” he said, removing it only for as long as it took for him to slide it down the front of her panties and slip the little egg-shaped device just inside.

“Oh, master!” Kaylee breathed, her body quickly betraying her as the little thing stimulated her. He removed his hands from her wrists, picking up something else from his desk. Kaylee knew what it was as soon as she heard the sound of adhesive tearing away. She smelled the unique scent of mesh tape as he took her left hand and positioned it into a fist, thumb under her fingers, and started wrapping the sticky tape over her skin. It didn’t take much to cover her fist, but he wound it around two or three times, even putting some over her wrist. Ripping the tape from the roll and patting the end down, he snatched her right hand and repeated the process, leaving her hands mostly useless as anything but clubs.

Arkrest pulled her upright with her hair, stinging her scalp again, and whirled her around, before shoving her backward atop the massive desk. With her back to the desk, Kaylee brought her hands up to look at the layers of silvery-gray tape that covered her hands, trying to move her fingers even though she knew it was pointless. The little devil between her legs sent another jolt of pleasure through her, making her moan, and move her now useless hands between her legs, trying to help it along.

Her master laughed as he sat back in his chair, taking up her right foot, massaging along the sole and squeezing her toes before picking up the roll of tape again, flashing her that smile that she could guess was something of a signature for him. As he touched the end of the tape to her foot to start wrapping it, Kaylee touched his mind briefly, and, as she suspected, found that he was immensely pleased so far. He wound the tape up and around her ankle before he tore it loose from the roll, then went back to cover her toes with a trio of shorter strips, pressing the tape firmly with his hands. He went to her other foot immediately, leaving her staring at her tape encased foot through her panting. She wiggled her toes and moved her foot and found the binding quite secure; she couldn’t flatten her foot, kind of like a ballet boot, but she had maybe enough give to manage to walk on her toes if she tried hard enough.

Satisfied with her feet, Arkrest stood and loomed over her, holding her legs up to admire her feet for a moment before stepping between her legs. Just short of the bulge in his pants touching her crotch, he bent over her, taking hold of her hands, pressing them down to the desk, over her head. “You seem to be enjoying yourself; pretty wet down there already…fucking whore.” His free hand snatched one of Kaylee’s nipples, squeezing and pulling it fiercely, making her cry out as the pain fed the pleasure center of her brain; some beings she had encountered across the galaxy thought she was wired wrong, but they couldn’t have been more mistaken.

“I have to take a call now, bitch,” he said, pulling her upright on the desk by her wrists a few moments later, letting go of her nipple, leaving it throbbing. He took his seat, smirking as he patted his lap. “Why don’t you show me how well you can use your mouth for things other than talking while I’m finishing up today’s business.”

“As you wish, my master,” Kaylee said, easing off the desk. Her taped toes touched the rough carpet on the floor, fighting to find some semblance of balance, but she swiftly slipped to her knees instead of trying to fight it, resting her hands on the floor in front of her as he rolled his chair closer. She eased backward under the desk until he stopped, and heard the display beep as the call came in. As Arkrest answered, Kaylee eased her face to his crotch, searching for his zipper with her mouth.

She found it as the person on the other end started saying something in Bothese about a shipment of new slot machines, sliding it down and using her teeth to pull his underwear away, freeing his engorged member. Kaylee nuzzled his cock with her cheek before her lips touched it, a kiss starting at the base, others following all the way to the tip. Arkrest carried on the conversation as if nothing unusual was happening, certainly a useful skill to master; Kaylee knew it well. She went with her tongue next, moaning softly as the little egg inside her vibrated faster, but continued firming up his shaft and playing with the head of his cock.

With her juices flowing, Kaylee eagerly took his shaft into her mouth, slowly sliding her lips down along its length, using her tongue to massage it on the way down. The head slipped down her throat, and finally she was at the base. Shifting her hips back and forth, she started moving her head up and down, taking him fully inside for the first few strokes, then as she started to speed up, she took less inside, but worked her tongue in a more intricate and stimulating array of maneuvers. She was fairly certain that she heard him get just a bit tongue-tied when she started that.

Readjusting herself on her hands and knees, enjoying not only the vibrator, but the pinching the tape was doing to her skin, Kaylee moved quicker, sensing that he was trying to hold himself back. She had learned some time ago with her choice of client that getting them sucked off quickly usually meant that they’d get angry, and thus add more punishment onto the rest of their time together, making it more of a bargain for herself. Arkrest continued his negotiations, shifting lightly, but Kaylee could tell he was struggling to keep his control; he was sitting uneasily, and his voice sounded stressed, and jumped sharply in pitch once or twice. Oh, she was such a naughty girl! At the very least, she decided, wiggling her hips, she would try to come with him, because it could be the last chance she had before he started punishing her.

Within another minute Arkrest ended the call, apparently in a mutually agreeable fashion despite the abruptness of his last statement, and put his hands under the desk, snatching Kaylee’s hair with both hands, thrusting himself down her throat angrily. “You little bitch! I hope you don’t think you can get away with this!” Kaylee couldn’t reply, obviously, instead moaning around his cock as it powered in and out of her throat. The pain in her scalp only excited her more, and the harder his fingers dug in and pulled at her hair, the wetter she got and the louder she responded.

He didn’t last long after he had grabbed her hair, and neither did Kaylee. The moment he filled her mouth with his cum, the little vibrating device inside her pussy did its job, sending her over the edge. She cried out, still letting him pump her head on his cock, as she rode the waves of the orgasm. Her training allowed her to keep licking him, taking it all into her mouth, swallowing what she could, without missing a beat. Finally Arkrest pulled out of her mouth and rolled back, pulling her out by her hair. Kaylee struggled to follow on her hands and knees, but he didn’t give her time to do anything before he hauled up on her hair, forcing her to her feet, before slamming her down on his desk once again.

She could sense his anger, but also the underlying enjoyment he felt, as he loomed over her, holding her wrists together in one hand, his other resting on her thigh. His face was inches from her own, his breath hot against the sweat covering her skin. “Master?”

“I never gave you permission to come, whore.” The hand on her thigh went between her legs, touching her soaked panties, pressing her clit against the vibrator, making her quiver excitedly. “What’s your excuse?”

“I…I don’t have one, my master,” she replied, averting her eyes. She knew that she was playing herself right into his hands.

Arkrest scowled at her, his eyes darting over to the roll of mesh tape he had left on the desk. With a smirk as his only answer to her statement, still clenching her wrists in his hand, he pulled upward on her thong, stretching it between her pussy lips and pressing the vibrator harder against her insides. He let it go a moment later, pressing it inside of her with his fingers, probing her for several wonderful moments before he pulled out. Kaylee was moaning with pleasure the entire time.
“Okay, you little cock-tease, let’s see how you enjoy a little time out.” Arkrest snatched Kaylee’s soaked panties again, jerking them between her lips once more before he roughly pulled them down her legs and over her taped feet, rolling them up inside out. Kaylee didn’t shy away as he brought them toward her face, already having a good idea of what he was planning, and willingly opened her mouth to accept them. She could taste her own sex fluids immediately; the panties were practically dripping. She really did go overboard, sometimes.

Grabbing the roll of mesh tape, Arkrest ripped off a couple of strips, pressing them down over her lips. Kaylee moaned, giving him the ‘I’m sorry’ eyes, which apparently made him angrier with her. He brought the roll to her lips and started it around her head, wrapping at least three or four twists around her skull, making it tighter with each pass before finally tore the tape from the roll. He rolled her onto her stomach again, pulling her arms behind her, wrists together, and proceeded to tape them there, winding the tape all the way up her forearms to her elbows, which were now touching each other. Kaylee wasn’t really under any particular strain, her natural flexibility being taken into account, but she moaned as though she were anyway.

The console beeped again as another call came through, but Arkrest ignored it. All of his attention was focused on her now, and he had a goal in mind, a goal he would reach. He bent Kaylee’s right leg up at the knee, until her foot was resting against her thigh and buttock, and secured it there with more tape, repeating the process with her other leg. The console sounded again, and he very nearly snarled at it, as though that would scare it off. Kaylee watched over her shoulder, wiggling her arms as she bent her body to watch, though he swatted her ass with his hand to straighten her back out, again, sending a burst of joy through her. He ripped a few more strips off the roll of tape, finishing it off, and pressed them firmly against her pussy and up the crack of her ass, sealing the vibrator inside and leaving her feeling the bite of the tape nearly everywhere when she squirmed. This was so exciting!

“Okay, damn it,” he cursed, glaring at the display as it chimed again. He blew out his breath and gathered himself, though he did take a moment to scoot Kaylee along the top of the desk, to the other side, well out of range of the screen or its audio pickup. He pressed a finger against her taped pussy, the pinching and the increased feel of the toy inside making her squirm and moan. “Only two hours, my pet, then you can be punished properly. Won’t that be fun?”

Kaylee writhed on the desk, testing the limits of the tape with everything she had, each little bite and pinch of the wound silver-gray material fueling the fire burning inside of her. She closed her eyes as he answered the call, once again calm and collected, focusing on enjoying every moment of the bondage. If the week was starting out this good, and with a promise of proper punishment to come, Kaylee couldn’t have been happier.

From Bad to Worse, Part 2

“Yes, master! As you wish, master! How can this slave please you, master? Will master please punish this slave for her disobedience? This slave is here to fulfill your desires, master! This slave will obey, master! Yes, master!” Over and over and over again, Lila said those words, and cheerfully, each time it was to a different man or woman, no one she recognized. She felt strange, like she was outside her body the entire time, screaming at herself not to listen, not to say those words. But she never heard herself. Not even once.

Lila awoke with a start, jerking her body as she fought to rid herself of the nightmare. She heard metal shaking as she struggled, and finally realized she was restrained, spread wide. She blinked her eyes, still seeing only darkness, and finally felt the straps around her head. She tasted leather in her mouth, and quickly learned that there was a bit secured between her teeth. She was hot, sweat covering her body, the temperature in the room stifling even though she was now nude, except for the damned collar on her neck. She was upright, too, and felt metal shackles on her wrists and ankles. She could move her feet freely, and could barely bend her limbs at all; the frame she was secured to was just the right size to make sure she had no slack at all. Either that bastard had had it custom made, or it was enchanted to resize.

A low growl came from Lila’s throat as she finally picked up the captain’s, or governor’s, scent, thick in the room. She finally heard movement behind her, and her captor’s smug laughter. “Finally awake, my dear Lila? You enjoy teasing me even when you’re unconscious. So, did we have some good dreams just now?”

Lila snarled and hissed, jerking her limbs, trying to slip a hand out of one of the shackles, trying to move the frame, anything. Her tail snaked back and forth threateningly behind her, but he only laughed, brushing it with his hand. “Oh, mean girl. Be quiet and stop your struggling, Lila.” Lila immediately went still and stopped her threatening noises, cursing herself when she realized that she had unwittingly followed the suggestion of the enchanted collar, almost without realizing it; it had seemed…natural…for her to submit. “Oh, that hurt, didn’t it? See, even someone as proud and stubborn as you can be tamed with one of these. I’m sure your sisters at your tavern are enjoying them immensely, especially that Darla; she resisted the most; hell, she’s probably shocked herself unconscious a half dozen times by now.”

Lila snarled, her ears laid back, and her tail started twitching. Darla couldn’t handle a collar for long, especially one of these monstrous things; gods, please let them find a way to get these things off before Darla hurt herself too bad. She chewed at the bit, fighting with her restraints; all the while the jerk behind her laughed, snatching her tail and running his fingers along the fur. “Oh, Lila, we’re going to have so much fun together now! You’ll come around soon enough; I’ve been looking forward to breaking you since we first met. And do I ever have the perfect thing in store for you…eventually, anyway. Should we get started with tonight’s fun, my pet? I can tell you’re anxious to begin.”

The bastard’s hands touched her sides and slid upward, taking hold of her breasts. Lila screamed, clamping down on the bit and pulling at the steel that held her firm. She could feel her wrists chaffing already; she’d be bleeding before long, but she didn’t care. This asshole had no right to be treating her this way! She felt his breath on her neck, and then his lips, as he squeezed his hands around her breasts, hard enough to hurt, and kept squeezing, until she finally cried out. Only then did he release some of the pressure, fingering her nipples lightly. “Excited I see…lovely. How about down here?” His left hand left her breast, gliding down her stomach and between her legs. Lila cried out and bucked her hips, but his fingers still slid over her mound and inside her pussy, pressing deep before he pulled them out. “Oh yes, already wet here, too. But I know you, Lila; you like it a little more exciting than just plain sex. Don’t worry, I’m not going to neglect your desires.”

Cursing at him behind the bit, Lila continued trying to slip a hand free, but the shackles stayed as secure as ever, always snug around her limbs. His hands left her body for only a moment before he gathered up her long, midnight-blue hair and tied it into a long tail, which he flopped over her shoulder. Breath quickening, Lila tensed when she heard leather creaking behind her. Son of a bitch! The air was sliced behind her just before her ass erupted in hot, stinging pain across both cheeks. The whip crack rung in her ears, her teeth clamped down into the bit. Lila fought hard not to scream, forcing herself to take in deep, steady breaths. She had dealt with scum like this before and could handle whatever pain he could dish out, no matter what kind of fiendish collar she might be wearing. If she could keep herself focused, she could beat him. Then she’d kill him by inches.

“You can scream if you want to, pet. I won’t mind at all,” he said, quite smugly. Lila spat a curse at him, earning her another lash, this one across her lower back, just at the base of the spine, right above her tail. Again, she fought back a scream, but damn if lashes there didn’t hurt a lot worse. The whip cut the air again, this time biting her across her right thigh, then again across her shoulders, and a third time along her left side. Lila held firm, grunting, trying to focus herself away from the painful lashes. He wasn’t starting gentle at all; he was putting a lot of power into his strikes. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a scream. She couldn’t.

His fingers slid across the welt on her side, making her flinch, and making him chuckle. “Certainly not the delicate flower you pretend to be in the bar…I’m quite anxious to see what secrets I can pry from you. If you promise to tell me something good, I’ll stop.” Lila braced herself as he whip whirled behind her. She waited several moments, breathing quickly, before he lost his patience and struck her again, across her right calf. The frame shook and then Lila felt as though she were falling, but the shackles were still secure on her limbs. She was spinning, in all different directions, even upside down; she couldn’t figure how it was done, maybe something about the enchantment on the frame. The spinning slowed quickly, and she came to rest upside down, disoriented for a moment.

“Lovely view of you from this angle,” he laughed. Lila growled, flinching as the whip cracked just in front of her face, close enough that she could feel the snap of the leather. With another of his sickening laughs, he lashed her again, across the bottoms of her breasts, then her stomach, the top of her foot, her arm, all over, unrelenting, powerful blows slicing at her skin. As the painful blows rained across her, Lila wanted to scream, but she stubbornly clenched down on the bit, growling and snarling. He spun her again, harder than before, sending his whip at her while she was moving. She winced when one lash landed against the sole of her foot, and very nearly lost her composure, almost screaming, when the whip lashed across her pussy lips; she barely managed to keep it to a strained hiss.

Finally the spinning stopped, and Lila was once again upright, breathing hard, head spinning, body screaming in pain, tears streaming from her blindfolded eyes, and teeth firmly clamped around the bit. She could hear the bastard breathing hard behind her, and heard the whip drop to the floor. “You are most remarkable, Lila. I can see that I’ll have to try something a little more potent to hear what I want from you. But first, I think I’m ready for some of what practically every wealthy man in the city has been raving about. You’ll enjoy that, won’t you? ”

Lila weakly shook her head, gasping as the frame suddenly fell forward, jerking to a stop just when she thought her face was going to slam into the floor. The metal frame shook, and her legs dropped downward, and though she should have sagged, her body remained rigidly bent; Lila was sure she felt some kind of force holding her there, but she couldn’t tell what it was, only that it was magic. His hands touched her hips, making the lashes burn. She struggled with renewed vigor, grunting with the effort, feeling what could only have been her blood seeping out around her wrists and ankles. “That’s good, my pet, show me how anxious you are to have me inside you again. I wouldn’t call our little encounter in the dungeon a proper good time, would you?”

Oh, if only she could have hidden a knife on her! She could’ve used her tail to slit his throat with it! His grip on her thighs tightened, a moment later she felt him thrust himself into her pussy, going his full length on the first thrust. She cursed behind the bit, not just at him, but at her own body for getting aroused from the whipping. She had long since been pushing back the pleasure haze, but with his member inside, it flared up, threatening to overtake her. “See, this is what you don’t seem to understand, Lila. This is all you Kerryns are good for. If you weren’t born to be sluts, then you wouldn’t be dripping wet and moaning right now. Anything we do gets you ready for a good fuck; yeah, that’s right, even little miss high and mighty Lila herself.” Gods, could his logic be any more convoluted? Before that line of thought could go any further, his hands snatched her lash-covered breasts, squeezing and pulling them as he began thrusting himself within her. She hissed, biting the bit, briefly wondering if she would bite through it before the night was out, before she filled her mind with nothing but images of the son of a bitch’s body bleeding out from her blades.

“Come on, Lila, don’t be such a sour-puss,” he cackled, slamming into her harder and faster. “In fact…why don’t you enjoy yourself? Stop resisting and start pleasuring me this instant!” he commanded. Lila groaned, doing everything she could not to cry out as the collar’s will fought her own. A shock went through her, though if the bastard felt it he didn’t show it, and she suddenly found herself fighting two against one; both the collar and the cursed pleasure haze wanted to obey him. She felt herself slipping, her mind briefly flashed to a random image of herself in the throes of an orgy before she managed to reign in her wild desires. She had to keep resisting…she couldn’t give in!

His fingers latched onto her nipples, pinching them, pulling them as he rolled her breasts together, slowing into a harder, if slower, pounding rhythm into her pussy, his balls slapping against her. “You keep surprising me, Lila! So strong for a cat-slut! Don’t disobey me again, slave! Pleasure me! Work those hips, squeeze yourself around me you little bitch!”

Lila groaned, doing her best to snap the bit with her teeth. Her head was a mess of anger, rage, and overwhelming desire to obey. The collar had become more subtle; she could feel it watching, waiting, and something like a whisper inside her mind. She swore it was using her own voice, compelling her to obey the command. She willed herself not to listen, tried to think of anything else, especially slitting the bastard’s throat, but she couldn’t overcome it. She felt her body betraying her, and her mind was following, her mental defenses crumbling under a raging torrent. Not long…she couldn’t hold out much longer…no…Then it stopped in a sudden electrical burst, which blanked her mind and left her quivering while the asshole kept pounding away into her pussy.

“Bad girl, Lila,” he said, swatting her butt cheek with his hand, a loud slap sounding as her flesh stung. “You know better than to disobey my orders. I was considering being nice to you tonight, but you’ve forced my hand.” He ramped up the speed of his thrusts, slapping her ass several more times, making it throb in addition to the burning lashes that already covered her body. Somehow, Lila kept herself from screaming, though hot tears still streamed down her face.

Within a few moments she felt him come, from the sound he made and the fact that when he tightened his grip on her breasts, it felt as though he very nearly crushed them. He thrust into her a few more times, filling her with his seed, before he finally pulled out. He moved around in front of her, snatching her hair and lifting her head, then rubbed his manhood over her face and the bit, filling her nostrils with the mixture of their sex scents, and enough of the mess onto the bit that it was seeping into her mouth. Though she managed a week hiss, he only laughed, dropping her head without a care.

“Don’t you feel better now that you’ve had a man inside you, Lila? You’re a slut, you aren’t complete unless you’re getting fucked, after all. Now…” he started, adjusting the frame so that she was upright again, and putting his hands on her shoulders. His fingers slid across her sweaty skin to the collar, and he leaned in close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. “Since you’re still resisting me, Lila, I’m forbidding you to sleep tonight. Don’t worry, the collar will see to it that you don’t have a pleasant night’s rest; maybe that’ll make you a little more agreeable tomorrow. Oh, how I’m looking forward to getting all of your slut friends in check tomorrow! I’m sure they’ll enjoy themselves a lot more once they’re properly motivated.” He slapped her ass hard, rocking her in the frame, leaving her wincing. “Good night, my lovely pet!”

Lila heard his footsteps retreat across stone, then a heavy door close, followed by a lock clanging shut. Groaning, she sagged in the frame, barely registering the raw burning around her wrists and ankles. With him gone, she suddenly felt exhausted, mentally more than physically. The collar, whatever demonic magic had been used in its construction, had found a way into her mind and wasn’t letting go. She knew she couldn’t keep resisting it; that last assault, coupled with the haze, had very nearly broken her defenses. The bastard had prepared well for capturing her, and if the warlord was really passing out so many collars like the one she wore, none of her kind stood a chance. She had to get out now; she had to find a way out of the collar and get back to her family at the tavern.

Taking a long, slow breath to gain some kind of center to her focus, Lila wiggled her hands and feet, and thought of escape. She was an expert at slipping out of any kind of normal restraint, her father and the other guild members had made sure of that. This seemed to be a simple design, but from her earlier experiences, she was sure it was anything but. Probing the metal with her fingers, she felt smooth edges, and no obvious seams or any ridges that could indicate a locking device, and when she shook her arms, she heard nothing clinking like a dangling lock. That was some serious craftsmanship, even if magic weren’t involved; slave collars that had hidden locks could go for upwards of five-hundred gold coins, more if exotic metals were involved. With her feet touching nothing, all she could tell was that the shackles on her ankles were just as smooth. Damned blindfold…there had to be something that he didn’t want her seeing…

Lila continued trying to wiggle her way out for what felt like a long time, until what stamina she had finally failed her. She was still hot and sweaty, but now mostly exhausted. Her thoughts drifted, and she let herself hang limply, slipping toward sleep. Without warning the collar sent a painful, short jolt through her, making her yelp, and snap awake. That son of a bitch! He really wasn’t going to let her sleep! Lila chewed angrily at the bit, cursing. Things just got a lot harder; if she couldn’t rest, she’d be in on shape to resist him or the collar by the morning. She had to think of something, some way to keep her mind and her will as her own. It was going to be a long night…

Much Needed Break

The wait was absolutely maddening. How many more documents could there possibly be to pour through for such a small city? And did any of this really need my attention? I sighed, dropping the tenth or twelfth request for a start-up loan on a new business, this one a dress shop, to rub my eyes. After several long hours of accepting or denying proposals, my nerves were shot. I knew what I needed, but it had to wait; I had to finish these papers before I left my office today, then I would have the week long break I had promised myself. No interruptions, just me and Omairi…

I looked out the window, and very nearly regretted it. Omairi was out in the garden again, stretched out atop one of the benches. She was awake, I knew, even if she was making it look like she was dozing, sunning herself. Her raven hair was spilled out over the bench seat like a dark waterfall, swaying in the breeze. She was wearing a dark blue dress, just a simple, plain thing, which seemed so unbefitting of her beauty, and her collar, of course, a gold-inlaid mithril band that seemed delicate, yet was nigh unbreakable. It was her feet that attracted my attention the most, though…she was still wearing her black leather, knee-length heeled boots, moving her feet back and forth. She knew what she was doing; she was driving me crazy, daring me to come to her, to take her and release my frustrations with her. I bit my lip, turning away from the window and back to the rolls of parchments that still cluttered my desk. “In due time…just a while longer,” I told myself, picking up the dress store and trying to seriously consider whether it would be a worthy investment.

I must have considered it for another ten minutes, my mind frequently slipping back to Omairi, my eyes following. Each time I looked, she was still there, trying to seduce me into coming to her. Gods, she infuriated me sometimes! But…but I could certainly live with that; it would make our time together all the more exciting. I looked again, but she was gone now, no doubt taking a walk around the gardens only to return and entice me once again. It wouldn’t be the first time she had done something like this; she always did this when she was excited, anxious for my work to be done. The next few days would be most splendid! Were I able to have my way, Omairi and I would stay there forever…

The large clock across the room chimed, and I looked, after another half dozen proposals, and sighed with relief; it was the fifth chime of the afternoon, finally my day was over! No sooner had I put my pen down after placing my signature on the last document did the door open, and Omairi poke her head inside with an excited grin on her face, her long hair pulled back in a loose tail that draped over her shoulder now. “Master…is it time yet? Can we go now? I’m so excited I can’t stand it!”

“Yes, yes, of course we can,” I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her cheek. “Just the two of us now, for the entire week. I’ve already left word with everyone who needs to know, so once we get the bags, we can-”

Omairi smiled even wider. “I already put them in the travel chamber, along with dinner for tonight so we won’t have to cook.”

“You’re always so thoughtful,” I replied, kissing her cheek. “Well, without further ado, then!” I walked with her, quickly, holding my arm around her hips, down the stairs and to the travelling chamber on the first floor, a room set off to one side of the manor, built of spell-charged stones, the arcane rings pulsating slowly on the floor in with a magenta light. I grabbed up our two large bags while Omairi took up the basket, and together we stepped into the circle. Smiling to Omairi, I uttered the activation chant and sent a little power into the ring. The world shifted and swirled, and in the next moment we were standing on the receiving pad behind the vacation home. A light rain was falling here, the sun already close to the horizon, but a gazebo was built over the pad, and a covered walkway led to the house. We hurried inside, our pace a product of our shared desire to enjoy each other in ways that we hadn’t in such a long time. Duty was such a trying thing, sometimes.

Omairi opened the door with a touch of her hand, only one of a handful of people who could do that, and went in first. I sat our bags down by the door, closing it, before I turned to the wide, open main room and breathed deeply of the age of the vacation home, smiling at Omairi. “I’m feeling better already.”

Turning, Omairi’s cheerful smile faded quickly into a dissatisfied frown, and her hand flashed, just before it slapped my cheek, leaving it stinging. “Well, isn’t that good for you? How do you think I’m feeling? Making me wait all day, alone, not even coming to me once! If you want any bit of enjoyment out of me, you’ve got a lot of work to do, slave.” As she said it, she was already undoing the catch on her collar, hanging it on the coat rack nearby without a second thought to it.

I bowed my head, keeping my voice low, my hands clasped in front of me. “I’m sorry, Mistress...”

“Not even a little bit,” she snarled, roughly grabbing the collar of my shirt, slapping my other cheek before she bent me down to meet her angered glare. “Get out of those clothes this instant! My slave only wears what I want it to, and it hasn’t earned anything close to a noble’s outfit yet. When you’re properly attired, you’ll come to my chair.” She didn’t even wait for my reply before she turned, her ponytail flying off her shoulder, and stalked toward the cushioned, high-backed chair, what she called her ‘throne’, that stood in front of the fireplace.

Breath quickening, I quickly stripped my clothing away and laid it aside, folded neatly and hurried to Omairi, who was sitting in her chair, legs draped lazily over the armrest as she twirled a riding crop in her fingers. I went to my knees beside her, but before I could move to a proper pose, she moved the tip of the crop to my chin, lifting my face so that I could see her cool, almost bored stare. “Don’t get too comfortable, slave. You’ve got at least one thing to put on, and then you’ve got your first test. How long has it been since I’ve put you through the poses? Several months, I imagine. Go and retrieve your collar and bring it back to me.” She removed a single, silver key from her dress pocket, holding it out to me.

“As you wish, Mistress,” I replied, taking the key in my hands. My mind was already trying to remember all of the poses she was talking about; there had to be almost fifty positions she had insisted upon me learning, the same ones she had been practicing all of her life. I was, of course, only able to do them with a fraction of the grace she could, but she still seemed to find enjoyment when I did them. I quickly went into the bedroom down the hall, unlocking the wardrobe with the key she had given me. Inside were everything we could ever hope to need for our play, but the most important was on a small shelf in the middle, untouched since we were last here. It was my collar, one that had been made from Omairi’s specifications, supposedly for her, but no, this one was mine from the beginning. It was not as elegant and slim as the collar she wore daily, and was mostly leather instead of metal. It was a thick leather, black in color, at least four inches tall, with a heavy ring on the front and a buckle that gleamed in the light, and several spikes and studs placed around its diameter. Not wanting to make her wait too long, I snatched up the rather heavy collar and the open lock that was sitting with it; the key I left in the wardrobe.

Returning to the sitting room, I went to my knees in front of Omairi, who barely took notice of me, looking through a book that had been sitting on the end table, yawning as she flipped the pages. I held the collar out, head bowed, and waited.

After what seemed to be an eternity, my arms starting to shake from being held up so long, Omairi finally seemed to notice, closing the book, setting it aside, and crossing her legs. “That took you entirely too long…but I suppose I’ll let that slide…for now, anyway.” Omairi finally took the collar, and I quickly lifted my chin to allow her to place it about my neck. I felt the cool leather touch my skin, and heard the metal buckle as the strap was pulled through. She pulled it tight enough to hurt for just a moment, then eased it back to comfortably snug, finally putting the lock in place with a metallic click. A huge weight lifted off my shoulders as she eased back into the chair; it felt so good to be wearing it again.

“Okay, slave, let’s see what you’ve forgotten since we had time to play…I want you to pose for me, and I want to see every single one. Depending on how well you do I might give you a reward. You may begin,” she said, crossing her legs and laying the crop across her lap.

“As you wish, Mistress,” I replied, easing back to the rug a few feet back, taking the first position, the basic slave’s kneeling position. My arms were behind my back, crossed so that my hands were resting at my elbows, my legs spread so that Mistress could see my manhood, which had been hard from the moment I had stripped down, and my chest thrust forward somewhat.

I remained that way for several seconds, until Omairi spoke. “Very good. Next.”
And so the next hour passed, with me taking another pose until Omairi was pleased with it, then moving on to the next one. The first few were simple, just variations on the first one, but they quickly grew in their complexity. Some made me lean backward, others I had to lay on my chest and have my rear up in the air, with my legs wide; I knew that most of the poses had been designed for the Kerryn girls, but as long as Omairi found enjoyment out of it, then it was all worth it.

By the time I had finished the last pose and returned to the basic kneeling stance, I was covered in sweat and breathing hard, and I knew that my body would be aching in places I had forgotten I had by tomorrow morning. Omairi was purring happily, standing and coming to me, patting my cheek with her hand. “That’s a good boy. I’m very pleased you remembered all of them, though you did have some trouble with some; we’ll be working on those, though. I think you’ve earned a reward, and a chance to please me some more. Would you like that?”

“Very much, Mistress!” I replied quickly, kissing her hand when she moved it from my cheek.

She continued smiling, pointing down to her feet, still encased by her boots. “Show me how much you enjoy worshipping my feet, pet.”

I hurried downward, resting my weight on my hands and knees as my lips eagerly touched the tips of her boots, right where her toes were hiding. Hoping that I would be enjoying those toes later, I kissed along the outside of her right foot, then worked my way back and switched to the left. I could smell the leather keenly, and thought I could pick up just a hint of the aroma off of her feet.

“I think you should start using your tongue before I decide to put you out for the night and find some other way to enjoy myself,” Omairi said suddenly, not long after I had finished kissing the heels of her boots and moved back to the tops.

“Sorry, Mistress,” I said quickly, and kissed her boot again before my tongue found the leather and began lapping at it, making a slow progression along the tops, then down the edges. My mind was starting to drift as thoughts of Omairi’s feet in my mouth kept getting harder and harder to push away, and my cock throbbed anxiously for attention. No, I had to resist…Mistress wanted her boots licked…she hadn’t told me to stop yet…I was back to the heels, my tongue lapping at them, but my mind was already loosing focus as the brain between my legs asserted itself again.

“That’s enough,” she said after a few more licks. I quickly returned to my position on my knees with hands behind me; to say that when my manhood happened to rub against the floor was almost mind blowing would be an understatement. Omairi sat upon her throne again, giving me a cool look as she tapped the head of the crop lightly against her palm; her eyes went to my crotch, and I couldn’t help but to tense under her gaze. “That’s absolutely disgraceful, slave. You should have better control than that! A slave needs to be ready for his mistress’ needs, but you’re acting like an animal!”

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I just-”

“Silence! You need a little discipline is all…and I can certainly help you with that!” She stood again, reaching into the other pocket on her dress to remove a thin rope leash, which she attached to my collar. “Follow me, dog,” Omairi said, slapping the crop lightly against my thigh.

She turned toward our bedroom, tugging the leash, and I obediently followed on my hands and knees, every step making me crave release more and more as my manhood swung between my legs. I was weak-willed, I knew, and with Mistress’ tail inches from my nose, I momentarily thought of taking her…I was officially her owner, so it was within my right…but…Gods, I couldn’t go against her word! I had to obey her, had to make her happy! I was disgusted with myself that I could have even considered such an act. Should I tell her so that she could punish me? It would be the right thing to do.

Inside, Omairi immediately went to the large wardrobe and began looking through the drawers, while I waited on my knees, head lowered, my erect member somewhat less so as I mulled the thoughts over in my head. I really should beg her forgiveness…
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice, her head turned to look down to me. She could read me like just like the book she had been skimming in the sitting room.

I sighed heavily, taking a slow breath before I managed to look up to her. “I…need to apologize to you, Mistress…I…I had thoughts of taking you just now, to satisfy my desires above your own. It was only for a moment, but…I’m so sorry…please, punish me. I deserve it for what I fantasized about…please, punish me, and please, my Mistress, accept my apology.”

She was silent for a moment, her face blank. Fearful, I lowered my gaze. “Slave,” she said in an almost caring tone after an eternity, and I glanced up, seeing a pleased smile on her face. “I’m glad you’re being honest with me, and that you cared so much to tell me.” She crouched, kissing my forehead. “That’s what I love about you,” she said in a whisper, just before the smile faded and her eyes became angry, and she jerked the leash to bring my face even with her furious gaze. “But of course you’re going to be punished! How dare you think of taking me without my permission! Stand up this instant!”

I was on my feet in a moment, suddenly aroused again as Omairi took hold of my arm and shoved me forcefully to the bed, face first. Her heel found my back, and I grunted as she ground it against my spine, though I was thankful she wasn’t wearing her spiked heels at this point. She removed her heel after a few painful moments, returning to the wardrobe long enough to snatch something out. I heard rope unfurl and hit the floor behind me, and then Omairi pulled my arms behind my back and crossed my wrists, the coarse hemp rope biting into my skin as she wound it around them several times. With a sharp jerk, she pulled my wrists toward my upper back, and proceeded to wrap the rope around my upper arms and torso twice, before tying it off, well out of reach of my fingers.

She snatched something else from the wardrobe, planting her knee into my back as she latched onto my hair and jerked my head backwards. She held my mouth open with her fingers, not that I was really fighting back, of course, and wedged a leather-sheathed ring between my teeth, and then secured the strap behind my head, leaving my mouth open, hopefully for her enjoyment in the very near future. Still not speaking to me, Omairi hauled on the rope, pulling me off the bed, turning me to face her. I looked toward the floor, seeing my growing erection. She noticed it too, making a displeased grunt. “Well now, we can’t be having that, now can we? You’ve not earned it yet.”

Moaning softly, I shifted on my feet as she returned to the wardrobe, opening two drawers before she found what she was looking for. I heard leather and metal clinking, and felt sweat beading on my forehead as I began fearing what it might be. I worked my arms and hands, trying to find a way to loosen the ropes that were biting my skin, but the knots were indeed well out of my reach. Her boots appeared in my line of sight again, and I saw the mess of small black straps and silvery metal in her hands.

“Spread those legs, slave; I’ve got your new outfit for the evening.” I moaned around the gag, shaking my head, drool already slipping down my chin, but a growl from her and a sharp slap to my thigh had me spreading my legs as she wished. I hated this device, and she knew it; I guess that’s why she used it as a punishment so often. I had often wondered why I continued to misbehave so much, but it was never really something I could spend much time concentrating on.

Her fingers touched my manhood a moment later, and I jerked involuntarily, my erection growing larger. Omairi worked quickly, placing the straps over and around my cock. The first strap she tightened was around my balls, squeezing them uncomfortably tight in the sack, but between her touches and the breath on me, I just kept getting even more excited. A strap tightened at the base of my scrotum, then she started up the shaft, tightening another quartet of smaller straps, the last one just below the head of my penis. I groaned as each one was pulled tighter, the confines of the leather prison quickly becoming apparent.

She finally stood, tugging the metal ring set into the leather near the last ring, jerking the infernally tight device. Gods, the harder I got the more it hurt! But that just made me all the more excited. She was smirking at me, watching me squirm. “More self control would perhaps be a good thing to learn,” she said, licking her lips. “It’s a lesson you have so much trouble with, though.” Her fingers took up the leash on my collar as she started back toward the front sitting room. I followed after her, moaning after only a few steps as my entrapped manhood throbbed, each step causing it to sway back and forth. It was worse on my balls, which felt like they were getting larger by the second, getting crushed between my thighs and each other.

She started laughing as we reached the end of the hallway, stopping to touch the end of her crop to my cock, sliding it up and down along the leather-encased shaft. “You look so pathetic, walking like that!” she said through her laughter, making my face burn and my shoulders sag against the ropes. Drool spilled down my chin and onto my chest. “Come on, once around the house, just so I can watch that graceful walk you seem to have developed. Oh, wait, I know how to make it even better!” Shaking my head did little good; she shot me one of those sly grins that always meant I was going to suffer, and unhooked the leash from my collar, instead clipping it to the ring at the head of my penis. She gave it a couple of quick tugs for a test and seemed very satisfied with how I squirmed, even purring with delight for a moment before she gave another tug and started into the sitting room.

Omairi led me around the perimeter of the room, humming to herself, keeping tension on the leash no matter how quickly I managed to follow. “You know,” she said after we had taken a handful of steps, “it’s too nice an evening to spend inside; we should be out enjoying the fresh air out here! Don’t you think that’s a wonderful idea?” When she turned to look at me, sweat was already building on my brow, and I shook my head in a vigorous negative, but her smile only grew wider. “I knew you’d agree!”

A new spring in her step, Omairi hurried toward the door to the patio. Due to a combination of her quick steps and my hesitation, I got a good jerk on my manhood, yelping as I staggered on to keep up with her. Granted, we may have been several miles away from the nearest settlement, but anyone could be wandering through the woods out there. I couldn’t be caught like this! I mumbled my concern around the ring between my teeth, but Omairi was oblivious. The next thing I knew the door was open and my feet were resting on the smooth patio stones, and Omairi was closing the door behind us.

Her hand smacked my rump lightly, her grin filling me with both dread and anticipation. “A few times around the house, then?” Shaking my head quickly enough for drool to spatter onto my chest, Omairi hauled on the leash, giving me new reason to put a spring in my step. She walked at a quick pace off the side of the patio to the walkway that surrounded the home, whistling cheerfully as I struggled not to cause myself any further pain. As tight as the straps were around my cock, every time I fell back made me wince. I was so hard down there, and the more I worried about someone coming out of the woods, the harder I got, the more painful it became. Omairi knew, she knew everything that was going through my head, especially the fact that no matter how uncomfortable I was, I was enjoying myself more than I had in months. And it was just their first evening of a whole week!

Fitting Punishments, Part 4B

“You’ve got a much dirtier mind than I would’ve thought, my friend,” Tianzi answered, crawling atop Vanessa and running her lips across the tops of Vanessa’s breasts. “What do you want the guards to see us doing?”

Nipples hardening, Vanessa felt herself getting wet. “I want it hard and rough, Tianzi…I know you have something that you can fuck me with…something big…and I want it until I can’t stand it anymore!” Vanessa felt the haze seeping into her again, and she finally looked at Tianzi, hungrily devouring her curves with her eyes. She found herself giving Tianzi a deep kiss, their tongues wrestling about their mouths. Head fuzzy, Vanessa barely registered that Tianzi was helping her off the bed after they had finally finished the kiss, so anxious her body was for pleasure, but the manor went by in a blur, even the few minutes Tianzi had to spend in the ‘play room’ next door to Master’s bedroom. She came out carrying something wrapping up in a blanket, but didn’t give Vanessa a chance to inquire what it was before they were running outside. It had taken every bit of self control Vanessa possessed to keep from playing with herself while she had waited.

It was a warm morning, though the smell of rain was in the air, and the guards were certainly out and about, what with Raynard’s guests and all. Vanessa saw them look at the two of them, felt their eyes examining every inch of her body. She enjoyed every second of it, even shot them looks that Tianzi had showed her several times, the kind that told them she wanted them, the kind that would drive them wild. Tianzi jerked her along toward the gardens with a narrow-eyed glare, but was obviously trying to hold back a fit of giggles.

“Okay, lover, you wanted it hard and furious, right?” Tianzi asked, whipping the blanket out across the grass at the garden’s edge. Vanessa finally saw what had been wrapped up in the blanket, eyes widening. It was a phallus, a big one, mounted to a set of leather straps, which Tianzi was beginning to strap about her waist and between her legs, the other side of the phallus slipping between her low lips. She looked at Vanessa with a broad grin. “What?”

“It…uh…it’s big…”

Tianzi laughed, adjusting something between her legs before she pulled up the strap up firmly, then stood straight with her hands on her hips, looking extremely odd with a foot long phallus standing erectly between her legs. But she also looked extremely tantalizing. “It’s also waiting on you, hon. You want me to romance you a bit, or do you just want it hard and fast?”

Vanessa moved to Tianzi and put her hands on her shoulders, giving the woman a deep kiss as she straddled the phallus, letting its length slide between her lips, her moisture lubricating the full length of it as she worked her hips forward and back along the shaft. She pulled back with a lusty purr. “That does it for the romance, I think.”

Tianzi purred, taking Vanessa to the sheet across the ground, spreading her legs. She teased the tip of the phallus along Vanessa’s lips as her hands squeezed Vanessa’s breasts. With an excited growl, Tianzi thrust her hips, ramming the phallus into Vanessa.

Crying out with joy, Vanessa couldn’t believe the feeling of having something so large inside of her. Any thoughts of shame had long since left her, and she had only a flash of her former life through the pleasure haze, of her husband, when they had enjoyed each other in the bedroom. To go from such a private affair to being fucked by her friend with a giant phallus in the gardens, and enjoying it, was only momentarily startling to Vanessa. When Tianzi’s next thrust came, her thoughts scattered, and she moaned with desire for more.

“Bloody hell!” she heard one of the guardsmen shout, James, she realized, the one who had watched her so often during her training. Vanessa worked her hips as she rolled her head, looking toward him. He was standing at the edge of the walkway, leaning heavily on his spear, eyes glued to them.

Tianzi growled, lifting Vanessa’s legs over her shoulders with a hungry, wide smile. Vanessa cried out as Tianzi thrust harder and faster, digging into the blanket with her nails. Pleasure poured through every inch of her body, flooding her mind. She was powerless to move, powerless to tell Tianzi to stop. Her body knew what it wanted, and she was not to be denied now. She couldn’t stop, she had to have that release! She had to know what it felt like. And the fact that James was watching her, completely enthralled with their act of lust, made her hotter, made her moan even louder. More guards were coming, she heard them, smelled their arousal on the wind, felt their eyes on her body.

Vanessa panted for air as she approached the climax she had been denied for so long. Fear filled her, afraid that she would be denied again, that Raynard had lied to her and was continuing to hold back her release through the bond shared between a master and cat-slave. Her mind was lost in the haze, her body was screaming for release. Almost there…almost there…she worked herself harder and harder with Tianzi, crying out as it neared. She was there! At the edge, just a few more thrusts…just a little bit more…please, whatever powers may be listening…please…just a little more…

Then it happened. Vanessa felt it, everywhere. It was like a spark in a gas-filled mine. The haze didn’t have time to ignite and burn, it simply exploded. Vanessa knew she was screaming, and she knew that Tianzi was climaxing with her, but that was all she knew. The feeling was indescribable. Pure pleasure, joyful release…everything else in the world couldn’t have mattered less at that moment. Vanessa was beyond anything else; they could have strapped her to a cross and whipped her until she bled, and she wouldn’t have cared.

Blinking her eyes, Vanessa became aware that she was breathing hard, sweat coating her body. She was tingling all over, and when she finally managed to raise her hand to swipe her hair from her eyes, she saw that Tianzi was still above her, arms resting to either side of Vanessa, a sly grin on her face. Sweat dripped from Tianzi’s brow atop Vanessa’s chest, mingling with the overwhelming scent of their sex juices. Vanessa licked her lips, already feeling her body demanding more, the haze pouring back into her; she didn’t feel tired at all. “I hope that’s not all we’re doing…I’m still wanting more.” In fact, Vanessa was wiggling her hips, her pussy brushing the tip of the wet phallus.

“That’s how it is, love; it just keeps going and going, and so do we. I’m worked up now, too, so I’ll go as long as you want me to.” Tianzi grinned, slipping the phallus’ head just inside Vanessa.

Moaning at even just a little bit of the thing inside of her, Vanessa nodded eagerly, hornier than ever and craving another explosive climax. “Give me more, Tianzi…I want so much more, I can’t stand it! Please don’t make me wait!” Vanessa breathed, her voice heavy, filled with her lusty desire. The dozen eyes on them only made her hotter. She couldn’t stop her hands from going to her breasts, squeezing them, fingers twisting her own nipples.

Tianzi laughed, leaning in to plant another deep kiss upon Vanessa’s lips, whispering in her ear. “You won’t be disappointed, love.” Tianzi guided Vanessa onto her hands and knees, her hands then running over Vanessa’s thighs and lifting her ass higher. Vanessa felt the phallus sliding inside her pussy, slowly. She moaned for more than the tease as Tianzi’s hands went to her breasts, massaging them, adding more and more to the haze that was building inside. As Tianzi moved her fingers to her nipples, Vanessa started moving her hips forward and back, her body acting as though it had a mind of its own.

At her next desperate moan, Tianzi finally relented and started thrusting into her again while her hands continued working on Vanessa’s breasts. The extra attention her nipples were getting was more than welcome, each twist, each pinch, each graze of Tianzi’s fingers making her only want more. The haze was everything, the climax at the end of the ride was all that mattered.

Vanessa lost track of time; she knew the guardsmen kept changing, all but one, James, who, no matter how many times he was told differently, couldn’t move from the spot he had rooted himself to. Vanessa also knew that her body was controlling her, or, maybe it was Tianzi who was in control. Tianzi was playing her body like an instrument, and she knew everything about how to make it produce the most wonderful sounds. Every kiss, every touch, every time Vanessa felt Tianzi’s breath on her body, a tingle of pure joy went through her. It built up over and over again, exploding into something even more intense than the last. Vanessa couldn’t understand where her stamina came from; it was like she had no limit, no fatigue at all, and neither did Tianzi.

The next thing Vanessa registered as the haze faded was the setting sun, low over the hills, a colder breeze blowing in from the sea, sending a chill down her sticky-feeling skin. Tianzi was beside her, dozing and purring softly, curled up against her, warding off some of the chill. Vanessa felt her body’s fatigue then, as she tried to sit up, like a hundred pounds of weight had sudden appeared on her shoulders to push her back down.

“You’ll get used to it,” Tianzi said beside her, rolling over, back to Vanessa now, with a light yawn. “We’ll get something to eat from the kitchen and you’ll be feeling a hundred times better after a warm bath and a good night’s sleep.” Vanessa noticed that she still had the phallus strapped between her legs, though it had long since dried of their love juices. She saw no sign of James either now, though she did have a brief image of him being dragged away by another pair of guardsmen, but she couldn’t be sure it had really happened or not.

“You can get used to something like that?” Vanessa asked, sighing. “How could anyone ever get used to that? It was more incredible than…well…anything I can remember. And how long did we go at it? It must have been all afternoon!”
Tianzi chuckled as she brought herself up to sit next to Vanessa, draping her arm around her shoulders. “Oh, Vanessa, you still have so very much to learn about being a Kerryn. And believe me, now that Master is letting you enjoy yourself, training will be so much more fun for all of us. Just don’t go and start sneaking off and pleasuring yourself all the time; I’d hate to see you fitted for a chastity belt.”

“A…chastity belt? You can’t be serious…” Vanessa’s mind whirled at the thought of being forced into such a thing, having to struggle against it to try to get off…and she was getting excited ! She blushed, looking quickly at the blanket beneath her, forcing her hands to stay in her lap.

Laughter burst from Tianzi a moment later, her hand patting Vanessa’s shoulder as she stood. “Oh, Master would never do that to you. He’d juts deny your release again if you made him that angry. But I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, hon. You’re more restrained than that, aren’t you?”

“I really hope so,” she said quickly, getting her mind off of the chastity belt. Taking Tianzi’s hand when it was offered, Vanessa pulled herself to her feet, and helped to fold the blanket. “Um…are you going to wear that inside?”

“What? Think it’ll make the guards jealous?” Tianzi laughed, swaying her hips back and forth, which made the phallus swing from side to side.

Giggling, Vanessa shook her head, trying to push down the desire to push Tianzi to the grass and hop on that phallus again. “Oh, who cares anyway? Food can wait a while longer, I want a bath! Race you there!” Vanessa took off at a jog, blanket in her arms, heading toward the back door of the manor.

Tianzi lagged behind, calling out to her. “Hey, wait up! You have any idea how hard it is to run with something like this between your legs?”
“Maybe I can find out next time!” Vanessa called back, not slowing herself a bit, and grinning as dirty thoughts went through her head again. Despite her fatigue, she was feeling great. She knew now that she had finally been accepted, she was finally one of the girls, even if she had almost no training compared to the others. But that didn’t matter; she would learn, and now she could enjoy it. Things were really starting to look up in her life; whatever had happened when she had tried to kill herself, those demons, or that horrible hallucination, none of it mattered now. She had a lot to look forward to.