Into the Tower Depths - Ch 2 Pt 3

Chapter 2 - Alice and Ophelia's Ordeal

“Oh, that stupid woman!” Ophelia spat as she came to and her vision cleared.  She was rather surprised to find herself sitting atop a fancy sofa, its cushions thick and red.  In fact, the entire room was very elegant, with plush carpeting beneath her feet, a sturdy wooden coffee table in front of her, and a selection of bookshelves about the room.  Sitting in one of the two comfy-looking easy chairs across from her was Alice, who apparently was just waking up as well.  She didn’t see anyone else in the room.  “So…” she started.
   
Alice’s face contorted angrily.  “I knew hiring that thief was a mistake!  Where are we?” She was out of the chair in a moment, her bow ready to draw.
   
Ophelia lounged on the sofa a bit longer.  “Looks like a sitting room,” she said with a shrug.  She glanced behind her, seeing windows, but only darkness beyond.  “And it’s night outside I guess.”  When Alice looked at her, it was with a frown.  “What?  How am I supposed to know where we are?  That teleport trap could have taken us across the world for all I know.”
   
“Right, sorry,” Alice replied, though her apology was hardly friendly.  She turned away from Ophelia and surveyed the room.  “There’s only one door; come on.”
   
“Hold on a second; we don't even know where that door goes.  The other two aren't here, so maybe we should stay here and wait on them to find us.  It's not like its an unpleasant place or anything,” Ophelia said, giving a little bounce on the couch. 
   
Before Alice could reply, the door swung open.  She already had her bow drawn and aimed at the figure coming inside, but if it noticed, there was no indication of it.  It was one of those dolls with the creepy closed eyes and smiling porcelain faces, this one a human woman with neat, shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a maid's uniform.  The porcelain features were a stark contrast to the black of the uniform, serving to highlight not only the face, but the featureless hands as well; even though they had no fingers or thumbs, somehow they still grasped a tray, holding some cups and a teapot.  The doll gave a slow bow, almost mechanical in nature, and continued inside.  It seemed to tiptoe in, and when Ophelia looked down, she saw why:  the doll's feet were pointed down precariously, like some ballet dancer, wearing boots that had been custom made for the purpose, but, oddly enough, with no heel on them for support.
   
The maid doll sat the tray upon the table, took a few steps back and bowed once to Ophelia, then turned and bowed to Alice before it made its way out, the door closing behind it.  Only after it had left did Ophelia manage to start breathing again.  “Those things...they must be golems,” she managed after a moment, shaking her head.
   
Alice slowly eased her bow, and turned to look at the tray it had left.  “What's on the note?”
   
“Note?”  Ophelia turned her attention to the tray, finally noticing the smell of honeyed tea coming from the pot.  There was a smaller plate of cookies there as well, and a pair of cups, and tucked under one of them a folded piece of paper.  She extended her hand toward it, pausing to examine the tray and its contents for magic auras.  Finding none, she took up the note and read over it.  “'Please enjoy the refreshments while your hostess finishes some business.  She will be with you shortly,' is what it says...”
   
Alice shook her head.  “Not a chance.  There's a hallway beyond the door, and a few other doors that I can see.  We need to leave now and get out of this place if we can't locate the others.  I for one have a bone to pick with Terra, so I'm hoping we run into her at least.  Come on, let's go.”
   
Ophelia sighed as she stood, tossing the note back to the tray once she was on her feet.  The cookies looked delicious, and the tea smelled quite enticing...but Alice was probably right.  Given where they were, it probably wasn't smart to trust free food from whoever was in charge of the tower.  She took up her staff and went to the door as Alice positioned herself to attack with her bow if something came up on the other side.  “Here we go...” she whispered, turning the handle before pulling the door quickly open.
   
“Looks clear,” Alice said, starting through, keeping her bow ready to draw at a moment's notice.  She stepped through the door and into the hall, and Ophelia followed, keeping her staff and an incantation at the ready.  The hallway itself was just as fancy as the sitting room had been, with dark wooden panels and supports, and a stone floor covered with a long red carpet snaking down its center. Windows lined the wall to her left, but she could see only darkness beyond.  Were they even in the tower at all?  Sure didn't seem like it, other than the general creepy feeling she was getting from the place.
   
“Locked,” Alice said, getting Ophelia's attention back from the void beyond the windows.  She was standing by the first door to their right, the handle clicking as she tried to turn it.  She stepped back lightly and continued toward the next door down the hall, finding it locked as well.  She looked down the length of the hall ahead of them, and shrugged.  “Unless you have a spell, I don't think we're getting in easily.  I say we try the bigger door at the end; maybe there's stairs or another exit around that corner as well.”
   
Ophelia nodded.  “Sure, that sounds fine,” she said, following along, her eyes darting back to the blackness beyond the window glass.  She just knew that there was something out there watching them, but she couldn't begin to guess what it was.  Maybe it was magical observation, someone scrying on their progress...but whatever it was, it made her skin crawl.  The feeling didn’t ease in the least as they continued down the hall.
   
As they approached the double doors and the turn in the hall, a pair of forms suddenly stepped from around the corner, no more than five feet from Alice, one on either edge of the carpet, walking shoulder to shoulder.  Ophelia couldn’t help but let out a startled yelp and backpedal a few steps, and she didn’t miss the fact that Alice had backed up as well.
   
It was two more of those porcelain doll golem things, these dressed more like guards, in chainmail armor and helmets, with swords drawn.  One was male, the other female, but both wore the same unsettling, smiling, closed-eyed visage.  They continued toward them threateningly.  Alice reacted first, loosing an arrow at the male.  It actually struck him in the face, right into his closed eye…and it bounced off, apparently without a scratch. 
   
“What the…Magic, now!” Alice ordered, drawing another arrow as the things neared.
   
“Uh, right, okay!” Ophelia stammered, stepping backward again as she began chanting, waving her free hand in the proper motion as she called power into her staff.  Arcane fire welled up from the base of the staff and leapt to fill her hand, blazing into a swirling ball.  Taking aim, she released the arcane power toward the female golem, hoping that the smaller size of these meant that they weren't quite as resistant to magic as their bigger cousins. 
   
Ophelia's fire shot from her hand in a blazing line, covering the space between her and the doll in the blink of an eye.  The fire burst and seemed to consume the doll within moments, but to Ophelia's horror, evaporated a moment later, leaving the barest of singes on its armor.  “Oh no...they're just like bigger golems!  Magic won't work!” she cried, stepping backward again.
   
“Damn it!” Alice snarled, drawing the bow back as far as she could as she slowly retreated from the pair.  Taking a moment to aim, she fired, again no more than five feet from the monsters.  This time the arrow struck the center of the male's forehead and actually stuck there, burying itself several inches into it, leaving a web of cracks on the porcelain surface, but better, seeming to stagger the thing for a moment.
   
As Alice plucked another arrow from her quiver, Ophelia tried to get a rein on her sudden burst of panic, her courage bolstered at seeing the golem damaged.  Maybe they had a chance!  She quickly lifted her staff in both hands, chanting another spell.  With her current level of ability, there was little she could call forth, but it was something at least.  Finishing the last words of her incantation, Ophelia slammed the end of her staff to the ground, a glowing blue arcane circle spreading outward around her.  A matching circle appeared behind the two golems, and with a flash and some wisps of ethereal essence, her summon appeared.
   
Perhaps not the best choice, but she didn’t have a lot of options to choose from.  With a thought, the summoned beast reared and let out an angry neigh, coming down with its front hooves against the female golem’s back, sending it stumbling forward and crashing onto its face.  Before the golem could react, the horse was stomping its hooves into its back, keeping it down and hopefully doing some damage to it.
   
By this time, Alice had sunk another arrow into her golem’s head, right next to the first, and it seemed to be slowed, maybe confused.  She was knocking a third arrow when she saw the trickle of red coming from the wider wound, seeping out and down the porcelain face.  Was that blood?  What the hell?  Weren’t these some kind of golem?  “Why would a golem bleed, Ophelia?” she asked quickly.
   
“What?  Golems don’t have blood,” Ophelia replied with a confused furrow on her brow as she turned her gaze toward the one Alice was shooting at.  Sure enough, there was a steady leak of blood from the arrows sticking out from its skull.  “That doesn’t even make sense!”
   
“Of course it doesn’t; these aren’t just any golem, kitty,” said a feminine voice from behind Ophelia and Alice, though the voice was strange, echoing when it had no reason to in the hall.
   
Ophelia turned with a gasp, taking a step backward upon seeing the dark-haired, pale-skinned woman with her glowing eyes and darkened plate armor, not to mention that huge mace she held before her.  She barely noticed the group of at least four more of the strange golems behind the figure.  “Gods, who are you?”
   
“I’m going to be your new best friend, pet, though you may not see it that way for some time.”  The woman’s head snapped backwards suddenly, one of Alice’s arrow shafts sticking out from her forehead.  Instead of dropping dead, she slowly leveled her head again, grinning as she pulled the arrow free, leaving not even a mark upon her flesh, before she squeezed her hand about the shaft, splintering it.  “I see I have another unruly bitch to discipline,” she said, her gaze turning to Alice.
   
Alice was obviously angry, but there was no small amount of fear mixed into her face now.  Things just weren’t dying the way they should have in this place.  “What do you want?” she finally managed.  “Are you in charge of this place?”
   
“Sometimes…” the woman replied coolly.  “And as to my wants…I want to have a bit of fun before we get started with the main event.  I had hoped that you would have enjoyed the snacks we so graciously provided, but you are adventurers, after all, and apparently not entirely idiotic.  No matter; I still get to enjoy myself.  Bring them!”
   
At the woman’s command, the golems behind her surged around her, toward Ophelia and Alice, still a mix of male and female, though these were dressed as house servants instead of guardsmen.  Ophelia let out a startled cry as they latched onto her, their cold, porcelain-like hands, with no fingers, only thumbs, as if they wore mittens, somehow latching onto her in a solid grip.
   
Alice managed to fire another arrow at the first one, but it bounced harmlessly off of its chest and she was soon grabbed by the others. No less than four of them were grabbing at both Ophelia and Alice, perhaps the others having come from the other doorways that had been locked.  The horse vanished within moments of Ophelia losing concentration, and her staff was quickly knocked from her hand by the powerful golems, or whatever they were.  Before she knew it, she and Alice were being hauled back down the hall toward the room they had awoken in, each limb held securely by one of the strange, smiling house servants.  They kicked and screamed defiantly, but the grip of the many golems was absolute; somehow they clung easily to their victims even with their smooth, porcelain-like appendages.
   
The armored woman was already waiting for them in the sitting room, standing at the head of the table, grinning evilly at them, her eyes glowing threateningly.  “Have a seat, girls; let’s get to know each other better before the party starts.  How about we introduce ourselves?  You may call me Mistress Moriah, or just Mistress.”
   
“Let me go!” Alice snarled defiantly, still fighting against the unyielding hands that held her.  She obviously had no intentions to comply with the armored woman’s requests of an introduction.  The four golems holding her and Ophelia lifted them over the backs of the chairs and quickly pushed the two struggling women into them, holding their limbs against the arm rests and the chair legs.
   
Ophelia was about to say something over Alice’s snarls of protest and outrage, when she felt the chair shifting beneath her.  With a started cry she saw that the soft armrests were morphing, turning from the plush material into dark, heavy leather.  In the next moment said leather shifted again, forming a pair of leather straps on each armrest, which quickly looped over Ophelia’s wrists and forearms just in front of her elbows.  “What’re you doing?  Stop it, I don’t like this!” she said quickly as more straps came up from the chair and tightened over her thighs, calves just below her knees, and then her ankles, leaving her legs spread rather widely.  A final pair of straps came up and met in front of her, above and below her breasts, tightening down quite firmly to keep her seated, and to squeeze her breasts, making them look even larger; the golems finally let her go after the chest straps were added.
   
A quick look to her side showed that Alice had been restrained in the exact same way, and when she looked back to Moriah, she saw that the woman was grinning.  “Isn’t that more comfortable, pets?  Don’t you feel incredibly safe now?”
   
“Shut it,” Alice replied with a snarl, tugging at the leather straps, now more in the form of actual cuffs, with buckles and silver studs lining them, than they had been moments before.  “Let us go right now or-”
   
“Or what?  You’re going to stick an arrow in her ass?” Ophelia replied with no small amount of annoyance, earning a glare from Alice and a chuckle from Moriah.  Ophelia turned her attention back to the armored figured, tugging at the straps lightly; she already knew there was no point in trying to escape, as she could feel the magic coursing through the entire chair now.  “I’m Ophelia, and that one is Alice. I would say that it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Moriah, but I’m afraid you have us at quite the disadvantage,” she said, trying to keep her voice civil.  Maybe it would help them out in the very near future, if nothing else.  She managed a saucy grin, the kind she used to draw in potential customers when she was roaming the taverns for a quick profit.  “I don’t usually do bondage on the first date anyway.”
   
“I’m pleased to see that someone knows proper manners,” Moriah said, turning an amused smirk toward Ophelia.  “You’ll get used to the way we do things here, I’m sure.  You seem to be adapting quite quickly now that we have you settled in.  You’ve had experiences like this before?”
   
Ophelia kept her grin going as she managed a slight shrug.  “Well, I’ve been around but it doesn’t usually take this kind of thing to get my clients off.  I like sex plenty, but the kinkier stuff I could do without if you don’t mind.”
   
“Oh, but I insist…all of our special guests should be kept safe and secure while they’re here,” Moriah replied, turning her glowing eyes to Alice.  “And what about you, elf?  Do you spread your legs for anyone willing to pay your price?”
   
Cheeks burning, Alice’s eyes stabbed toward Moriah in a glare that could very well have killed.  The leather holding her to the chair strained as she tried again to free herself.  “I’m not a whore!”
   
“So you don’t require payment then?  You just drop to your back to anyone who asks?” Moriah asked, her eyes seeming to glow brighter as Alice’s anger grew.
   
Alice grunted angrily, her hands balled into fists as she jerked at the bindings.  “Say that when I’m not tied to a chair, you undead freak!  I’ll tear your undead heart out of your chest and feed it to you!”
   
“You’re going to be a fun one, I think,” Moriah replied, chuckling as Alice continued her ineffectual struggles.  “You’ll be begging for anything to shove between your legs before we’re done with you.  Oh, silly me, I’ve forgotten my own manners…are either of you hungry?  Having journeyed so far to reach this tower, you must be famished.  Please, enjoy some refreshments.”  Without even having to give the order, the servant golems retrieved the teapot and cookies, pouring the lightly steaming tea for each of them.
   
“You keep that stuff away from me!” Alice snapped.
   
Ophelia gulped as she picked up the tea’s scent; it was laced with catnip, something that tended to get her frisky if she drank too much of it, and there was a lot in the mix, as well as a hint of something she couldn’t quite identify, and there was no telling what was in the cookies.  “I think I’ll have to decline too; I’m not all that thirsty at the moment.”
   
“Oh, but I insist, you must have some tea if nothing else,” Moriah said, her lips curling into a positively vile smirk, her eyes narrowing and glowing to the point that faint streamers of greenish light rose from them.
   
The golems were beside the two struggling women within moments, and to Ophelia’s surprise, one of them grabbed her head and held it back against the chair firmly, prying her jaw open, while a second slipped a small funnel into her mouth.  Where had they gotten that from?  She grunted and whimpered, trying to shake her head or dislodge the funnel, but the golems held her too securely. A quick glance showed her that Alice was being restrained in the same fashion, though she was fighting more vehemently to free herself, though it did little good.  Her eyes found a third golem, this one holding the teacup.  She squealed when the tea was slowly poured into the open end of the funnel, and felt the warm contents entering her mouth and sliding down her throat.  She reflexively gulped at it, still sputtering and coughing some of it up until the teacup was emptied.  Her eyes widened as she saw a fourth golem refill the cup, moving toward Alice as the second cup was sent down the funnel.
   
Alice was coughing and gagging as well, and once both of the cups were emptied a second time, the funnels were removed and the golems let them go.  “Damn you…what was in that tea?” Alice spat, her hate-filled eyes once again on Moriah.
   
“Catnip for sure,” Ophelia replied, shifting anxiously upon the chair, her heart racing as she awaited the inevitable rush and sexual arousal that catnip would bring her.  She had been more susceptible to that sort of thing than most other kerryns for as long as she could remember, maybe something her original master had done to her…or maybe she was just inherently extremely horny and it took just the slightest trigger for catnip to work its magic on her.
   
“You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure.  It’s all natural…well, as natural as you can get from a magically enhanced and mutated plant that may or may not be intelligent,” Moriah said, chuckling.  “This type of plant, created by the owner of this tower, by the way, excretes a very potent aphrodisiac, which makes for a wonderful addition to any cup of tea; goes even better with catnip.”
   
“You’re not serious…” Alice said, her tough demeanor cracking a bit as her voice wavered.
   
Ophelia gulped, already breathing quicker, her nipples likewise hardening rapidly.  “Oh, I think she’s plenty serious…oh gods…I’ve never…never felt something like this work so fast!” she exclaimed, turning to look at Alice, who likewise breathed quickly, her face flushed and her nipples hardening.
   
“It’s concentrated, so yes, you should be feeling the full effects momentarily.  Make them more comfortable,” Moriah ordered, licking her lips in the same hungry way Ophelia had seen on so many of her clients in the past. 
   
In a flurry, the golems went to work, much to Ophelia and Alice’s displeasure, tearing away their clothes.  The powerful hands of the golems easily ripped through their clothing, even Alice’s light armor, tearing the material away from their bodies almost effortlessly.  “Leave their underwear,” Moriah said, “it’ll be useful soon enough.”
   
Even Alice’s protests died out soon, turning into heated panting, her body writhing within the bonds holding her in place as she fought futilely to resist the aphrodisiac’s effects.  “W-why…are you…” she stammered, breaking off in a shuddering, lusty moan.
   
Ophelia was already well beyond that point, however, her mind fully consumed in the need for pleasure, her vision seemingly clouded by a pinkish tint as her sex drive moved into overload.  She panted and moaned eagerly, her pussy already soaking her panties with its hot juices.  Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and she could feel every bit of air that moved over them as keenly as if fingers brushed over them.  “Ohhhh…please…please…I need it…” she moaned, thrusting her hips forward as best she could, already imagining a big, thick cock inside her, her eyes unfocused as she looked toward her captor.
   
Moriah sat her heavy weapon aside, leaning it against another chair before she approached Ophelia.  “What is it that you need, my cute little pet?”
   
“Need…big cock…please…I…I have to come…please…it hurts…need it…” she panted, her body on fire.
   
“Direct, aren’t you?  You’ve had experience before I take it…a slut, no doubt.  Well, my slutty kitten, would these help you?” Moriah asked, holding up two of her armored fingers.
   
Ophelia nodded eagerly, only caring about her desperate need for release.  “Yes!  Yes, please!”
   
“Don’t…Ophelia…be strong!” Alice said, groaning as she continued her losing battle for self-control.
   
Moriah licked her lips again, her eyes flaring.  “Beg me for it, pet.  Beg your mistress to allow you the release you seek…slave.”
   
What did it matter?  Ophelia could have cared less that she was a drugged captive or that Moriah had called her a slave.  She needed to come!  “Please, mistress!  Please, this slave begs you to make her come!  Let this slave feel pleasure, mistress!  Slave begs to come, mistress!  Please let her!”
   
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy having you here, pet,” Moriah said, her voice very much a throaty purr.  “You’ll get your wish.”  Ophelia squealed with delight as the stoutly armored fingers pressed against her hot pussy.  She could feel the chill even through her wet panties, but the tingling chill only added to her pleasure.  She gasped loudly, a powerful bolt of pleasure shooting straight through her clit.  Moriah began rubbing her fingers up and down over her pussy, teasing her lips lightly, just brushing over her swollen clit, making her moan even louder, and even more desperately.
   
“S…stop it…s-stop t-touching her…” Alice croaked, panting heavily as the drug continued overpowering her attempts to stay calm.  Her nipples stood fully erect, hard as rocks on her chest, and her entire body seemed to be blushing and glistening with sweat.
   
“Jealous, are we?” Moriah responded, her fingers still quickly teasing Ophelia through her panties, the incredibly horny kerryn eagerly pressing her crotch more forcefully against the probing appendages.  “If you beg, I would consider giving you some attention.”
   
“G-go to hell!” Alice spat, wincing and groaning, her body refusing to listen to her as her juices soaked her own panties.
   
Moriah chuckled, her fingers pressing around Ophelia’s hard clit.  “It’s not bad this time of year, but I’ll have other things occupying my time that I simply won’t be able to ignore.  Does my little slutty kitty want to come?”
   
Ophelia nodded quickly, panting with her tongue dangling from her mouth.  “Yes!  Yes, please, mistress!  Please let your slutty kitty come!” Ophelia pleaded, licking her lips.
   
“You should be as nice as this one, elf,” Moriah said, her fingers working more quickly along Ophelia’s clit for a moment more before they pressed into the soaked panties, pushing inside of the hot, dripping pussy.  Ophelia let out a loud cry, arching her back against the restraints.
   
“Mistress!  Please, please, more!  Slutty kitty is almost ready to come!” Ophelia cried. 
   
Moriah kept her fingers pressed inside for a little longer, obviously reveling in the power she held over the kerryn, judging by the superior smirk on her face.  She moved her fingers once more after keeping Ophelia in suspense for several seconds more.  “You may come, pet,” she said at last, her fingers taking hold of Ophelia’s clit again, giving it a twist.
   
“YES MISTRESS!” Ophelia screamed, her body jerking as the orgasm exploded through her, the leather restraints creaking as her muscles pulled against them.  Her impassioned cries continued as Moriah’s fingers stayed where they were, subtly twisting, enhancing and extending the explosion of sexual joy inside the kerryn. 
   
“That’s a good, good pet,” Moriah said at last, lifting her fingers and allowing Ophelia to settle back against the chair, still moaning and panting, but with a dazed, fulfilled look upon her face.  She sniffed her fingers, grinning as she licked at the juices on the armored tips.  “Mmm…quite the lovely vintage on her; would you like to sample her?” she asked, looking back to Alice.
   
Alice stubbornly shook her head, though it was with great effort that she managed to do so.  “K-keep your fingers away from me!” she panted.
   
Moriah gave a shake of her head, approaching Alice, holding her fingers beneath the elf’s nose.  “Breathe deeply of the smell of your companion’s hot sex…she loves it, as you saw.  No doubt, she’ll be begging for more…would you like to give her what she wants?  No?  Such a selfish girl you are…selfish and dishonest.  Your body says so much about what you really desire.”  Without warning, Moriah’s armored hands grasped Alice’s breasts, giving them a firm squeeze, the elf’s hard nipples getting pinched between her fingers.
   
A squeal of pain that quickly faded into a deeper, heated moan came from Alice, her eyes rolling back and forth.  “No…no please…stop it…” she breathed.  “I-I don’t want this!” she added her voice lighter, almost a squeak.
   
“Lying to your mistress will get you punished,” Moriah replied, tightening her grasp and twisting both breasts in opposite directions, eliciting another howl of pain that turned into something more pleasurable within moments.  “Interesting mixture, no?  Turns anyone into a pain slut, no matter how much they try and fight it; of course, you won’t feel quite so good when it wears off.  I could do the same to the kitty over there, but unlike you, she’s quite willing to play along.”
   
“D-don’t you d-darRRRRGH!” Alice screamed, the armored gauntlets biting into her sensitive flesh and pinching her nipples even more painfully as Moriah’s grip tightened.  She writhed against the leather straps holding her in place, eyes squeezed shut, hands balled into fists.  Her pained cry again lessened, changing into a heated moan as the seconds passed and Moriah’s grasp remained like iron.
   
“I think we might have found your true calling; there is little quite so pleasing to the ear than an elf screaming in utter agony,” Moriah said, looking down to Alice with a cruel grin.  “It’s a pity your breasts are so small, but maybe we can fix that. Maybe we will make a milk bitch out of you, hmm?  Tits so big you won’t be able to walk, daily harvesting…sounds delicious, not to mention arousing.  What do you think?”
   
Alice’s reply came out in another loud cry, this one a shuddering moan as she fought the straps, Moriah twisting her breasts in the opposite direction while simultaneously pulling outward on them.  Alice’s eyes were wide and distant, her mouth quivering as another wordless moan slipped out.  The unrelenting grip on Alice’s flesh subsided, but only for a moment before Moriah’s steel-clad fingers clamped down upon her already pained nipples, twisting fiercely while pulling upward on them.
   
The scream that came from Alice was the loudest yet, but again, it soon became a heated moan, though this time, even that was louder as her body shook and jerked in the throes of an intensely powerful orgasm.  Moriah laughed as Alice writhed, tweaking her nipples to keep the orgasm rolling through the elf.  “Seems you’re getting into the spirit of things now…though you’ll be punished even worse for coming without permission!”
   
At last she released Alice’s nipples, leaving the gasping, groaning elf to relax into the chair, though her eyes remained distant, tears streaming down her cheeks despite the obviously powerful and intensely pleasurable experience she had just had, though the bruises forming on her breasts may have told a different story.
   
Ophelia panted, tugging at the straps again, having watched the whole thing, her pussy dripping with eager anticipation and a desire for more.  She looked up to Moriah.  “Please, mistress…can slutty kitty have more?  Please, slutty kitty wants more!” she begged.
   
Moriah turned her head, grinning to the incredibly horny kerryn.  “Of course you can, pet.  Would you like to taste this one’s juices as well?”
   
Nodding her head eagerly, Ophelia bounced as much as she could.  “Yes, mistress!  Please let slutty kitty taste her!  Slutty kitty loves cock!”
   
Wasting no more time, Moriah effortlessly ripped Alice’s soaked panties from her, rolling them up as she returned to Ophelia, who already had her mouth held wide as she panted hungrily.  The panties were soon stuffed inside the kerryn’s mouth, which she quickly closed to savor the flavor.  As she did, Moriah used a single finger to push her head against the chair back, which shifted once again, two more straps sliding out from the leather, one settling over her forehead, the other over her mouth, and both pulling themselves snug, making sure that she couldn’t move her head or open her mouth, not that she wanted to rid herself of Alice’s panties any time soon.
   
Moriah tore Ophelia’s own soaked panties from her, and returned to Alice, stuffing them into the elf’s mouth just as she had begun to regain her senses, before likewise securing her head against the padded back of the chair.  “As much as I want to stay and play with you, I have another guest to greet before introducing you to the owner of the tower.  But don’t worry,” she said, hefting her heavy mace over her shoulder, “I won’t leave you without entertainment.  In fact, you have my permission to come as many times as you wish!”
   
Fading into a dark swirl of mist, Moriah’s laughter could be heard echoing into the void as the captive’s chairs shifted again, the leather sliding back to reveal an opening between their legs, from which rose large, knobbed phalluses, which found easy entrance into their dripping pussies.  Ophelia moaned heatedly as the phallus filled her, while Alice seemed less enthused, though that changed as soon as the phalluses came to life, emitting not only intense vibrations, but rotating, and even moving in and out, for the moment slowly, but they were quickly gaining momentum.  As the pair writhed in their drug-fueled haze of pleasure, the only witnesses were the smiling, closed-eyed golems standing unmoving around them, and the unseen master of the tower…

Lila’s New Mistress

Lila wandered through her new home at the end of her second day there, still in utter shock at all that had just happened.  She’d woken up after nearly a month under the care of the church, a free kerryn, the first in…well, who knew for sure? Over a thousand years, surely.  The ruse had been simple, just to sew confusion amongst the nobility by showing herself as an orc slave, despite the better known tales of her being a vicious killer or revolutionary, whatever.  Yes, confusion had been the order of the day when they had attended the ball, but the plans had changed, and when an assassination was attempted, it had been her, the loyal slave who had saved a noble’s life; but not just any noble, no, it was the asshole of a governor who had caused all of that trouble in the City of Knives, who had raped her, who had been responsible for the deaths of so many.  She knew it would have had results, but she never would have imagined this.

No, after awakening from her weeks of recovery from the attack she had fended off, her collar, even her magical brand, gone, she had been given the news…she was free, and not only had the warlord freed her, but she had been granted a title, and had been given lands by the governor she had saved, and who had, in turn, become smitten with her.  And, not only that…she had been given holdings as a slave breeder, and one of the governor’s small homes, a three story keep with an entire town for her to rule; it even had a moat.  A moat!  But no, so smitten with her was the governor, he had given her over five  hundred expensive kerryn slaves, a full compliment of guardsmen, and funds to maintain herself and her new home for months.  

As the absurdity of her situation steadily kept building in her mind, especially the fact that she had been allowed to keep her friends close, acting as more slaves, of course, hell the whole guild had snuck into the area while she had been out, Lila again absently greeted the slaves that filled the house, even the ones currently being used as furniture or light fixtures.  

Then she thought of the stables again.  “I’ve got pony girls,” she whispered to herself, a short, almost manic laugh slipping from her lips.  Indeed, she had six kerryn girls in the stables, ready, willing, and knowing nothing else but how to be proper ponies, each with long white hair held up in tight, tall ponytails, each having worn hoof-boots practically their entire lives, unable to walk easily without them now.  The ridiculousness of everything that had happened made her constantly question if she had died and gone into some kind of hell, but no, she knew too well that it was all part of the dangerous game she played, and she had just shifted into a much more dangerous position.  She may have been freed officially, but this whole setup, aside from the governor’s new found love of her, what a sod he was, was no doubt a carefully calculated ploy to control her, an extremely lavish, no, extravagant cage, where the warlord could keep eyes on her; she was mere miles from his palace now, after all, and could easily see it in the distance whenever she looked out of the front windows of the keep.

Heading to her room where she had hoped to find privacy, she instead found over a dozen furniture slaves doing what they did best, even a pair of girls laying by the sides of the bed so that she would have something warm to rest her feet upon when she stepped out in the mornings.  She glanced at the closet, not even wanting to think of the poor girl who had been delighted to hang in there, always blindfolded, so long in fact that she was nearly blind, just so Lila could have some kind of pleasure when she picked out her clothes.  But she hadn’t wanted to go…she only wanted to please, to perform her duties as she had been trained…poor girl…all of them…

Worse still, Lila had taken quickly to her new role, an actress on a stage, and took in all that she had been given; she had viewed the breeding stables, had taken her team of pony girls about her town when she had greeted the people.  She had commended the kerryn slaves on their good behavior, had allowed them to continue as they had desired, trying to please her and serve her at every turn, if only to ease their own tortured minds.  She had eagerly allowed them to continue as they wanted, unable to come up with anything better she could do at the moment, given her incredibly restricted freedom.

As she stood at the doorway to her room, again looking at the hopeful slaves, eager to serve, Lila could take it no more.  She wanted nothing more than to see them all freed, to take their collars off right there and send them north to a place they could experience real living, but she knew it was impossible.  She couldn’t do that, couldn’t even hope to try something like that.  Not only were her options limited due to the many eyes that were no doubt watching her closely, but she would be expected, as a noble of the empire, to uphold its laws; granted, she had never been one for obeying the laws anyway, but that was all the way out in the City of Knives and near the orc lands, while this was on the doorstep of the warlord himself.  She had to play the part she had been given, even if it meant she had to do the one thing she didn’t want to do, hurting her own people.  The resources she could access now, the information she could gather and slip out through the orcish merchants, maybe even the slaves she could personally train and sell to key households, the intelligence she could gather here would be invaluable to the cause…all of that had to be worth doing what she hated so much to do…right?

But Lila knew she could not live with her guilt forever; she had been through a lot, had suffered much, but this…this was set up to make her into what she hated most, and she couldn’t allow that.  She had to suffer, but did she have to suffer in silence?  There had to be a way…her ears perking up, a smile slipped across her lips.  It could work; the idea had merit, didn’t it?  Was that really so wrong since she wasn’t hurting another kerryn by doing it?  Quite the opposite, in fact…She turned and left her room quickly, heading all the way down to the basement, to the dungeon; oh yes, she had one of those, too, even had slaves whose only purpose was to writhe in tormented pleasure throughout the day.

Heading through the heavy iron-bound door, Lila heard clearly the sounds of those slaves writhing in their bondage, and saw Mistress Lash, the head slave mistress of the dungeons.  She was a rather tall kerryn, with long, perfectly groomed raven hair spilling down her back, and a superior glint in her cool blue eyes.  She was clad in mostly red leather, including shoulder-length gloves, a tight, strappy outfit that barely covered anything at all, and a pair of knee-length heeled boots.  The only thing that broke her image was the plain steel slave collar at her neck, polished until it gleamed.

“Lash,” Lila said, moving up to her, glancing into the dozen cells, six along each side of the dungeon, each with a writing occupant, attended by some of Lash’s aides.

“Mistress,” she said sternly, her voice deep and lusty, but respectful, standing at attention, holding her riding crop lowered at her side.  Like all of the slaves in the manor, she showed no indication that she had not accepted Lila as a noble, just like any human master.  “How may I serve you?  Is there a slave in need of punishment?”

“Perhaps,” Lila replied, keeping her voice neutral.  “Send everyone away; I would speak with you in private.”

“As you wish, mistress,” Lash replied, giving a curt bow before stepping into the center of the wide hall and slapping her gloved hand with the crop.  “Alright, slaves, we’re done for the time being.  Mistress has ordered the punished ones released; enjoy your reprieve, slaves; this doesn’t mean that you’re finished here, not by far.”

Lila watched in silence as the aides undid the bindings on the punished slaves and helped them walk out.  When the last one passed from the dungeon, Lila closed the door and threw the locking bar into place.  She returned to Lash, who again stood at attention, and took a slow breath.  “Lash, tell me, how experienced are you at what you do here?”

“Very, mistress,” she replied, pausing for a moment before she took the queue and continued.  “I am a hundred and thirty eight years old, and have been trained from my earliest days in the ways of pain.  I can provide any sort of torments, from mild annoyances no worse than the bite of a mosquito, to the kind of pain that will drive those I touch to beg for death, if it doesn’t take them first.  And I can make it last, mistress, as long as may be needed.  I can perform such acts on humans and kerryns alike, or…if you wish, can take such torments as well.”

Lila nodded slowly.  “And, as you seem to know well your craft, Lash, what would you suggest as a punishment for…say, a slave who is having guilty thoughts about what she’s done?”

Lash tilted her head slightly, a look of confusion on her face.  “Um…mistress?  What do you mean exactly?”

“Well, let’s say…this slave has done naughty things, has hidden the things she has done, and feels extremely guilty about what she’s done.”

“Hmm…I suppose she could do with some moderate punishment, some whipping of course.” Lash paused, hand on her hip.  “Who is this slave you wish me to punish, mistress?”

Lila immediately stripped her dress downward, letting it drop to her feet.  “Me.”

A momentary look of confusion passed over Lash’s face, and then her entire demeanor changed.  Her eyes widened and she let out a surprised squeal, dropping to her knees and pushing her head to the floor.  When she spoke, her voice had lost its deep, hard-edged tone, and had become fearful, much more submissive.  “B-but…mistress, this slave cannot do that!  Please, punish her, make her scream instead-”

Lila dropped to her knees and took hold of Lash’s shoulders, shushing her and lifting her head.  “Listen, Lash, listen…I’m your mistress, yes, but I have need of your talents.  Only you can help me with this, Lash; I’m asking you to help me, to punish me, because I need you to.  You understand, I’m sure; sometimes, people just need a release, right?  To help them get over the things that’s bothering them?  I promise you, Lash, I’ll not punish you for what I’m asking you to do to me; in fact, nobody needs to know about this.  Whatever you and me do down here, we do together, just us; it need never go beyond these walls, alright?  Please, Lash, I need you to do this for me.”

“Y-you want me to…you trust me that much, mistress?”  Her eyes blinked, and she took a deeper breath to calm herself.  Their gazes met for a time, and much more passed between them than words could have managed at that point.

“I’m hoping I can, yes,” Lila finally replied, after staring into Lash’s eyes for perhaps a minute.

Lash closed her eyes, considering a moment before she rose to her feet, Lila following.  When she opened her eyes, they looked like they had when Lila had first arrived, and a cruel smirk spread to her lips.  “I can certainly help you…”  Without warning, she lashed out, much like her namesake, and took hold of Lila’s arm, bringing it up behind her back painfully, her hand grabbing Lila’s hair and jerking her head backward.  “So you feel you need punishment, do you, slave?”

Gasping, Lila dared not fight back, though she did slip out of her slippers at this point; it pleased her that Lash had so willingly stepped back into her role.  Was that a good thing?  Time would tell; for now, Lila had her own role to play.  “Y-yes, mistress.”

Lash shoved her forward, toward one of the cells, keeping her hold on Lila.  Once she had Lila in the cell, standing between a pair of hanging chains with well-used leather cuffs dangling at the ends of them.  Her hand left Lila’s hair, and a moment later warm leather squeezed Lila’s breast, hard enough to make her wince.  “And just how naughty have you been, slave?”

“Very naughty, mistress,” Lila replied with a gasp.

“Very naughty…well, I can take care of that,” Lash said, her voice taking on a whole new level of menace.  She squeezed Lila’s breast again, making Lila gasp, before she pulled her arms to the waiting chains, securing the cuffs with ease.  Soon Lila’s ankles were likewise cuffed, and then Lash turned a crank, stretching Lila’s limbs even further, lifting her so that she had to stand on her tiptoes.  Lila took a quick, shuddering breath, wondering if this was really a good idea, though she knew she could stop it at any moment she wished.  What was life without its little moments, anyway?

Lila kept her gaze toward the back of the cell, trying to ignore the wooden horse with its still-moist phallus standing upright at its center that seemed to try to force its way into her field of view.  She heard Lash at the wall of toys and devices, and a minute later the woman’s arms were at either side of Lila’s neck, fitting a stiff, high leather collar about her neck, forcing her chin upright.  Once the straps were tightened to her satisfaction, Lash slapped Lila’s ass sharply with her gloved hand, then squeezed the tingling area.  “Every proper slave requires a collar, you know.  I’ll have to punish you for that as well, won’t I?”

Lila opened her mouth to reply, but in that moment a thick leather ball was forced between her teeth.  Lila tried to fight it away, mumbling ineffectually, but Lash indeed knew her job well, and soon had Lila mostly silenced, the straps of the gag biting into her cheeks.  As Lila felt the gag more keenly, she realized that it wasn’t just a leather ball; there had to be a metal ball inside, because the gag was unforgiving, barely flexing at all, leaving her no relief.  She groaned softly.

“Surely our misbehaving slave isn’t feeling too pained yet,” Lash purred, her gloved hands caressing Lila’s ass, squeezing her flesh again.  Those same hands went to Lila’s breasts a moment later, squeezing them harshly, making Lila cry out, and again when her nipples were pinched.  Lash licked her neck, then kissed it, her teeth nipping Lila just enough to hurt.  Her nipples felt the pinch again, and this time, Lash held her fingers firmly in place, the pain growing by the second as her lips and teeth explored Lila’s back.

Lila squirmed and moaned into the gag, having not taken this aspect of Lash’s training into account.  She had wanted pain, not pleasure too, but, as she had learned so long ago, the two were supposedly one and the same as far as a kerryn was concerned.

The crushing pain on Lila’s nipples ended a moment later, and so too did the touch of Lash’s lips on her back.  Lash laughed, slapping her crop sharply against Lila’s ass, making her yelp.  Damn, that hurt!  “Filthy, horny little slave!” she snarled.  Lila heard her at the wall again, and a few moments later, dark leather was lowered over her eyes and strapped in place, leaving her blinded, forced to rely on only her scent and hearing.  It seemed that Lash was walking out of the cell, her heels clicking on the stone floor.  Where was she going?  Surely she wasn’t going to leave her?

Lila’s fears were soon put to rest as the air was sliced behind her, the loud crack of Lash’s whip against her lower back soon replaced by a startled, pained cry.  She was just backing up to make room for the whip, of course!  Another strike landed, this time between Lila’s shoulder blades, the line quickly becoming a searing pain.  As Lila fought her chains, she knew this was what she needed, what she deserved.  With the third lash landing across her left thigh, Lila squealed into the gag, focusing on the pain.  Lash wasn’t going deep enough to draw blood, but there would be welts, and plenty of pain.

Lash wordlessly and efficiently used her whip, landing a blow in a new spot across Lila’s backside each time.  After what had to have been at least fifteen strikes, Lila hung limply, breathing quickly through her nose, sweat covering her body.  Lash walked slowly back to Lila, her gloved hand taking time to caress the painful welts.  Each time Lila squirmed and moaned, the pain only feeling worse, yet at the same time, it felt right.  Lash rested her hand on Lila’s hip, leaning in close.  “Not done already are we, slave?  I’ve not even started on the front side yet.”

Lila’s ears twitched at this revelation, while Lash let out a cruel chuckle, and walked in front of Lila.  She barely braced herself in time before the next strike of the whip landed, right across the side of her right breast.  Lila cried out, the pain much worse there on the sensitive flesh.  Next was her stomach, and then the soft part of her upper arm, the two quick ones, one across each nipple, each strike seemingly worse than the last.  Lash continued without mercy, another fifteen strikes across the front side of Lila’s body, leaving no part of her body without a mark, the last landing right above her pussy.  Lila screamed and bit at the gag, tears running down her cheeks, and sagged against the chains, the sweat that covered her body only making the pain worse.  She even felt herself drooling around the gag, the warm saliva dripping to her breasts.

Lash sauntered up to Lila again, her fingers latching down on Lila’s already stinging nipples, making her squirm.  “Is my little slave feeling sorry yet?”

Lila, groaning, nodded slowly, as much as the collar would allow.

Lash’s gloved hands cupped Lila’s breasts, squeezing them firmly, to the point it became quite uncomfortable.  “And does this slave feel that she’s been punished enough?”  The slight shift in the tone of her voice, just a bit softer, not really condescending, indicated that she was asking Lila if she wanted to continue.

Considering for a moment, Lila shook her head.  No, she hadn’t been punished enough, not for her liking, even if her entire body throbbed with each heartbeat.  “Ng mshtrsh…thsh shlve needsh mre,” Lila managed around the gag.

Lila couldn’t tell if this threw Lash off or not, but a couple of seconds passed before Lash dropped Lila’s breasts and moved her hands to her cheeks, wiping at the tears that had streamed from behind the blindfold.  “That’s what I like to hear…a slave who properly knows her place and willingly accepts her punishments, even begs for more.  Such a good girl.”

Lash returned to the crank, easing Lila back from her stretched position, and soon undid the cuffs that held her there, and sat her upon a stool, still gagged and blindfolded.  Lila touched some of her whip marks and rubbed her wrists as Lash retrieved something from the wall of equipment nearby.  Her reprieve was short lived, however.  Upon Lash’s return, the slave mistress snatched Lila’s arms and crossed them behind her, wrists to elbows.  Immediately thereafter Lila felt the bite of coarse hemp rope encircling her wrists, and soon enough it likewise encircled her torso, around her arms and breasts, pulled tight, and finally tied off, the knots well out of reach of her fingers.  

“Stand up, slave,” Lash commanded, and Lila obeyed, though she had little choice, given that Lash hauled on the rope harness she had tied and forced Lila to stand.  The stool was pushed aside, and Lila felt another rope being tied to the rope already encircling her, and then heard a winch turning.  A few moments later, as the winch pulled the rope, Lila was lifted, first fully upright, and then to her tip toes, before Lash stopped.  This wasn’t so bad.

Lash slapped Lila’s ass harshly without warning, making her cry out and jump, forcing her to skitter back and forth on the end of the rope to regain her already precarious footing.  As Lila regained her position, Lash’s gloved hand crept over her ass, reminding her of a spider, before it dipped down between her cheeks, brushing against her tight anus, then lower, her fingers playing over Lila’s lower lips.  Lila felt Lash’s breath on her ear, but the mistress only chuckled before she slipped away.

In the next few moments, Lila felt Lash tying another rope around her ankle, looping it several times before lifting Lila’s leg.  Lila grunted and followed Lash’s lead, all of her weight going to her right foot as Lash bent her ankle toward her thigh.  Once they touched, she looped the rope around them both, and tied it off between her thigh and ankle, leaving that leg hanging uselessly while Lila teetered on her toes.  Lash wasted no time, however, and soon had another rope secured to Lila’s bound leg, pulling it toward the ceiling on another pulley.  Lila knew what Lash had planned, but due to her own stubbornness and desire to see herself punished for her misdeeds against her own people, she didn’t dare order a stop to the torments.  

Another rope was secured to Lila’s other ankle, and with a quick tug from Lash, Lila found herself suspended from the ropes that hung from the pulleys, her weight pulling painfully at the ropes, causing them to bite into her flesh and press around her, forcing her to take shallow breaths.  Lash worked quickly, however, and soon had Lila’s other ankle secured to her thigh, and likewise tied to a pulley.  Once Lila was hanging in midair, Lash adjusted the pulleys so that she was more balanced, yet still not supported enough that the ropes didn’t bite into her.

“Is it a bit chilly in here?  Do you think it’s a bit chilly?” Lash asked after she had finished with the pulleys, though Lila only moaned in response, twisting against the ropes, trying to find some bit of comfort.  “I thought so…well, what kind of hostess would I be if my slaves were uncomfortable?” Lash asked, laughing.  She walked away, out of the cell, and a few moments later, Lila heard something being rolled inside.  As it neared, Lila smelled burning coals, and soon felt heat building.  It had to be one of the braziers!  Whimpering, Lila pulled fitfully at the ropes, and felt the heat intensify beneath her, which is where Lash parked the brazier a moment later.  She groaned, trying to get away from the intense heat, but of course, she had nowhere to go.  It only took a few seconds before she was sweating, and her skin was tingling under the fury of the brazier.

“Aw, poor, poor slave,” Lash said in a mocking tone.  “Now she’s too hot?  Well, too bad; I’m going to have to punish you for being such a spoiled little bitch.”  Lash stepped away for a moment, and Lila heard metal jingling, and something fairly heavy getting placed atop the stool.  “Your nipples are big and hard, slave; it’d be a shame if I let that go to waste.”

Lila groaned when she felt Lash’s gloved hands once again on her breasts, but this time she also felt another piece of leather, and soon learned that it was a thin leather string, which Lash began threading around her left breast.  Lash was meticulous in making sure that the leather was tight, squeezing painfully around Lila’s breast, no doubt making it balloon fiercely, before she finally tied it off.  Lash paused for a few seconds, perhaps admiring her work, before slapping Lila’s breast, an intensely amplified feeling in her strained, engorged flesh that made her squeal.  Satisfied, Lash began performing the same operation on her right breast, and soon had both of them firmly bound and in pain.

“Hmm, better, but we can still improve,” Lash said, her hands squeezing Lila’s pained breasts, making her squirm against the ropes holding her above the brazier.  Fingers grasped her nipples and squeezed, and lancing pain stabbed through Lila’s chest like a pair of knives; she didn’t hold back the quickly heightening wail of pain that came from her throat.

Finally Lash released Lila’s nipples, slapping each breast harshly before her hands left Lila’s chest, giving her a moment to recover.  Lila heard a small chain rattling, and felt air moving near her swelling breasts.  Eyebrows raising fearfully, Lila yelped when the metallic teeth of the clamps bit into her nipples, both at the same time.  The ropes that held her suspended creaked as she fought them, and she cried out in pain as her poor nipples received the fresh torment, far worse than Lash’s pinching had been.  “Mmmm,” Lash purred, flicking the clamps lightly, “I love that sound.”

Lila groaned, trying hard not to move, not to breathe, but reveling in the agony.  She had wanted this, and she deserved every ounce of pain she received.  Lash certainly knew her craft, and though she hadn’t pried, Lila was curious to know where she had learned it all.  Lila squealed when a sudden sharp tug came to her right nipple, the teeth biting into her soft flesh more forcefully as something pulled downward on it.  A similar weight came to her left nipple a moment later, and again, Lila moaned.  Lash was attaching weights to the chains!  Another pair of weights was added, stretching her nipples further, the teeth biting deeper; Lila could almost swear her nipples were dipping into the raging coals below her.

“Ah…that’s ever so much more fitting for you, slave.  Why, I think we should look into giving you some piercings so you can wear these all day long,” Lash mused, moving behind Lila.  “Seems that I’ve been neglecting this dirty hole of yours, slave.  How careless of me; it appears that you’re all wet back here.  Are you enjoying this?  You are, aren’t you?”

Lila shook her head as much as she could.  What?  No, this was torture, she wasn’t enjoying it!  And of course she was wet back there; everywhere on her body was covered in sweat!  Lila squirmed as Lash’s hand rubbed her whipped ass, each welt it passed over stinging.  

“I know the cure for your wet slit, slave,” Lash finally said, giving Lila several sharp slaps against her ass, the blows shaking her weighted nipple clamps.  As Lila continued to whimper after the blows had stopped, she heard more small chains rattling, and shivered.  Fearful of what Lash was going to do, Lila cringed when she felt Lash’s fingers stroking gently over her pussy lips; this was going to hurt…

Sure enough, Lila felt the bite of those little metal teeth on her tender outer lips, crying out as new pain overrode the pain shooting through her nipples.  As the first set of little teeth bit into her, another set bit into the opposite lip, and then the pain compounded exponentially as a pair of teeth bit into the even more sensitive flesh of her inner lips.  Lila screamed, bucking and fighting the ropes reflexively, but that only made it worse, the weights on her nipples swaying violently, the chains hanging from her searing pussy lips jingling.  Gods, the pain!  Between the biting of the clamps, the pull of the weights, the strict bondage, and the incredible heat coming up from below her, Lila was sure she was going to go crazy at any moment.

“Now, how does that feel, slave?  You're making such pleasing sounds, it has to be enjoyable,” Lash said, in that superior tone she had mastered so well as she slowly circled about Lila's squirming, suspended form.  “But that slit of yours is still dripping, even after all of this…it really wants attention, doesn’t it?  You need something there, don’t you?”

Lila moaned, trying to say that she needed the damn clamps taken off, but it all came out garbled around the solid gag in her mouth, and then was interrupted by a sharp cry of pain when Lash’s crop struck her mound.  “Oh, I have just the thing for a slave like you.  Yes, that will be perfect…” she purred, making Lila whimper and cringe.  What did she have in mind to torment her now?

Lash gave Lila’s ass a couple more quick swats before she walked away, giving Lila a very brief reprieve, if the way she was hanging and being tormented by the heat and weights on her most sensitive body parts could be called a reprieve.  Lash wouldn’t do anything too extreme, would she?  Surely she would cause no permanent damage…right?  Lila hung her head as much as the collar would allow, breathing slowly, deeply, trying to calm her mind; she could deal with this.  This was what she needed, after all!

At least, that’s what she was trying to convince herself of…

After a few moments, Lila heard something heavy being rolled toward her, and her mind desperately tried to think of which terrible device it was that Lash had selected for her.  Several things in the dungeon had wheels, and there were several copies, or slight variations, of others.  But, she figured, that if Lash had mentioned her pussy, then this one would have something for it, and a particularly device came to mind.

Sometimes Lila hated being right.

Soon enough, the brazier was moved from beneath her, the sudden rush of cooler air coming in its wake a welcome change.  The ropes shifted slightly as Lash adjusted them, and Lila felt herself being lifted a foot or two higher, and then sudden felt herself falling.  She squealed in surprise, thinking she was going to hit the stone floor, but Lash had only released the ropes from her legs, leaving her hanging painfully from the ropes about her upper body.  When she had stopped moving, the weights on her nipples had pulled and flailed about, causing her more agony, while the ones between her legs were actually caught when she had reflexively squeezed her legs together, though that was hardly better.  

“Come now, slave, I wouldn’t be so careless as to let you fall; there’s no fun in that,” Lash said, stroking Lila’s thigh affectionately as she passed to the nearby table.  She got something, and Lila heard a light squishing sound, and what seemed to be Lash rubbing something on something else.  Yep, it’s what she thought it was, no doubt.  The rather hot scent coming off the lubricant wasn’t reassuring, though, reminding her of peppers.  This was going to be bad…

Lash wheeled the torture device beneath Lila, adjusting it just so.  Once she was satisfied, she gave Lila a sharp smack on her already pained ass.  “Spread those legs, slave!  You’re going to get what your holes have been craving.”

Lila gave a shake of her head, again, a small one thanks to the collar, and moaned in protest, but another sharp smack had her complying with Lash’s order.  With legs spread, Lash untied the rope that held her suspended and slowly lowered Lila downward.  Breathing in short gasps, fearful of what was going to happen, Lila’s decent slowed as Lash came to her side, moving her around by holding to the base of her tail with one hand and lowering the rope with the other.  A moment later, Lila felt something pressing not only against her pussy, but her anus as well.  Damn, she hadn’t thought of that!  She’d been expecting just one!

Lash shifted her a bit more, the grip on her tail rather unpleasant, but as the rope was allowed to lower, Lila felt the greased dildos slipping inside her.  Within moments she could tell they were large, the one in her ass probably as big as the one going up her pussy, and shaped very much like penises.  A loud groan came from deep inside Lila as she was impaled on the large phalli, both of her holes stretching around the intruders.  It wasn’t the first time she’d experienced something like this, but it had been a long time.  

She just kept going down, and the intruders kept going deeper, and for a time, Lila wondered if they were going to stop.  Each one filled her up so fully that it was uncomfortable at best, bordering on quite painful at worst.  She soon felt her knees touch smooth wood, and then spread even wider than she had been holding them, Lash guiding the weighted clamps to either side of the angled block.  With another pained moan, Lila finally stopped her downward descent, though the width of the wooden horse beneath her made it impossible for her to get much traction, let alone try to pull herself up and off the dildos.  The clamps attached to her pussy lips were also getting pressed more agonizingly against her flesh due to the weight of her thighs atop them.

“There, that feels wonderful, doesn’t it, slave?  In a few minutes, you should feel even better,” she said, laughing as she tied off the ropes that had been suspending Lila a few moments ago, making sure she couldn’t lean too far forward or back.  She quickly secured a pair of straps around Lila’s knees as well, preventing any hope she had of trying to find a way off.  She gave the clamps on Lila’s nipples a sharp pull, eliciting a loud cry from Lila.  “Just stay here and enjoy yourself; I’ve got a book I want to catch up on.  You don’t mind, do you?”

Not even waiting for Lila to protest, Lash sauntered off, leaving Lila to her torment.  Lila groaned, shifting what little she could, tugging at the ropes that bound her upper body while trying to raise herself off the pair of thick dildos that now supported most of her weight.  She tried squeezing her legs together, but could only get the slightest bit of relief.  One of these days, she promised herself, she’d think her plans through more carefully.

But that was not the worst of it, though, no, for within moments Lila felt the dildos growing hotter insider her.  Whimpering, she knew it was the grease, mixed with some kind of peppers that were starting to burn her.  It took almost no time at all before she was squirming atop the intruders, trying to get free and knowing that she couldn’t.  It wasn’t much longer before Lila was crying, hot tears that were only a fraction of the pain she felt between her legs.  It was like fire, an intense, searing, itching burn that even spread down her thighs as her juices spread the mixture.

Still, this is what she deserved, what she had wanted from the beginning.  She had to suffer for her sins against her people; it was the only way she could bear to continue being in this place with the power she currently wielded.  She had to suffer as they did, and Lash was certainly seeing to that.

The intense burning had continued, not hotter, but constant, and Lila squirmed and writhed, finding no pleasure in her position, as she wanted, but her body was still trained, and still getting aroused from the torment, even if she couldn’t get herself off as she was now.  Not that she wanted to, no, all she wanted was for it to end, to take a very cold bath.  But no matter how loudly she screamed, or how much she whimpered and begged, Lash did not return, and her pain only grew, from the pressure on her insides to the burning of the grease to even the bite of the ropes and clamps, all of it was too much to bear.  But she had to see I through!

Sometime later, perhaps hours, it seemed, Lila still hung impaled, the burning of the grease finally subsided to a dull itch, but everything else upon her body aching or throbbing.  At last she heard Lash’s footsteps approaching, and with a deep sigh of relief, Lila was lifted from the intruders, her holes making a sucking sound as they were pulled off the thick phalli.  Once the horse had been pushed aside, she was lowered to the ground, and the clamps were removed.  A whole new level of pain shot through her pussy lips and her nipples, and Lila squirmed and whined, but was held firmly by Lash until the pain subsided.  Only then did Lash remove the blindfold and gag, then the collar and the ropes around her upper body.

As Lila blinked, regaining her sight, she worked her jaw and wiped at her eyes.  “H-how long…” she croaked, her throat dry and raw.

“Only half an hour,” Lash replied in a cool, neutral tone.  “As much as you wished for punishment, I don’t think you can handle any more today…mistress.  And I thought…you would wish to have strength enough to punish me for what I’ve done to you.”

Lila looked up to Lash, who crouched beside her.  Frowning, Lila snatched Lash’s hand, and gave her a sharp slap with two fingers against her wrist.  “There, you’re punished; now get me something to drink.”

Lash’s jaw dropped, but she recovered quickly, nodding as she stood and hurried off, returning with a waterskin a few moments later.  Lila took it gratefully, and took in several big gulps before she took a deep breath and sighed.  “I hurt everywhere, Lash, and that stuff you put on those dildos…”

“It was the mild mixture…” Lash said.

Lila raised an eyebrow.  “Really?  Huh…might have to give the stronger stuff a try next time.”

“Next time?  Mistress, I can’t!  It’s not proper for me to do this to you!”

“Listen here, Lash.  What I said before still holds true, even after all that.  I need your talents, and I’m not going to give you any kind of reprisals for it.  In fact, I have to thank you for what you did.  I…feel a lot better now, even if I’m hurting all over, if that makes any kind of sense” Lila said, smiling reassuringly at Lash.

The kerryn mistress seemed shocked, shaking her head slightly.  “But mistress, I don’t…I just…I’ve never done that to my owners before and…”  She sighed, looking down, then back to Lila.  “I…you’re welcome, mistress.”

“See, was that so hard?” Lila asked, giving Lash an affectionate pat on her cheek.  She took another long drink from the waterskin.  “Lash, you’re going to come to realize that I sometimes do things without thinking them all the way through, and this was one of those ideas, but I think it was one of my better ones.  I would hope you’d be willing to do this again; you may or may not realize, but the position I’ve been given here isn’t all it appears to be.  I have to do things I don’t like, often to other kerryns, and that doesn’t sit well with me.  If you are okay with it, I’d ask you that you help me like this again, maybe even once a week or more.”

Lash leaned back, considering.  “So…this is like…repentance for you?”

Lila nodded quickly.  “Exactly!”

Closing her eyes, Lash took a deep breath, finally allowing herself a grin before she looked at Lila again.  “We can do this as often as you wish, mistress.  I…I will help you however I can, discretely, of course.  It’s…reassuring somehow that you aren’t enjoying your new life as much as it seemed.  And I rather liked how you sound when under my control.”

Lila couldn’t help but chuckle.  “Don’t get too excited on me.  But I’m glad you feel that way, Lash, I am.  So, what say you help me up so I can get dressed?  I don’t think my legs are working quite like they should just yet.”

“Yes, those dildos have that effect,” Lash replied, still grinning as she helped Lila stand.  “Perhaps you should spend a night with me sometime, mistress, on one of your really sinful days.  That way you won’t have to walk away so soon.”

“Hmm…” Lila licked her lips.  What could Lash do to her for an entire night?  Maybe it would be fun, or maybe she was just crazy for even considering it.  Oh, what the hell?  “You’ve got a date.”

Bonds of Trust

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