Into the Tower Depths - Ch 2 Pt 4

Chapter 2 - Michiko's Ordeal

“Owww…” Michiko groaned as she came to, her backside having taken the brunt of her apparent fall.  “Why’d you do that?” she asked nobody in particular, though it was aimed at the one who had triggered the trap, shaking her head as she opened her eyes and sat up, feeling immediately worried when no reply came.  “Hello?  Are any of you there?  Guys?” she asked, looking about the nearly pitch black room, her voice echoing.  Her ears twitched as they made out the faint sound of air moving, like she was in some kind of cave of something, and as she hauled herself to her feet, the sound of her boots scuffing on the stone seemed incredibly loud.  Only her kerryn eyes allowed her to see anything in the murk, just a few indistinct shapes.  Tail snaking back and forth nervously, she uttered a prayer, holding forth her left hand, a ball of light forming upon it and floating up a few inches before hovering in place.

Her nerves were not eased as light filled the room.  It wasn’t large, but was obviously not a natural chamber.  The walls were dark gray stone blocks, and bare, the floor was mostly smooth, and there was a doorway there.  What really made Michiko nervous was the fact that there was an old, metal framework in the room, like a bed, showing patches of rust, but more disturbingly, heavy leather straps at each corner and across the middle, all with dark stains.  There was an overturned bucket near the foot of the bed, but nothing else.  The door to the room seemed a single sheet of steel with a single observation port, and stood only partway open.

Gulping, Michiko eased toward the door, her right hand flexing and easing her weapon into place at her wrist, a cat’s claw, a trio of small blades that came out over her fist.  Peeking out the door, she could see a dreary hallway, with other similar doors along either side.  The air seemed musty, and she could hear nothing but a faint whistle of air and her own breathing.  Uttering another short prayer to her goddess for protection, she slipped out the door, quickly looking both ways before going straight across the hall to the other door, which was closed.

Peering inside the observation port, she saw another bed frame and strap combination, though the floor and walls seemed scratched up… Shaking her head at the image that came to mind, she quickly backpedaled and checked the doors to either side of the room she had started in, finding them just as empty.  Did she dare call her companions’ names again?  She had the distinct feeling that she wasn’t alone, or at least, that something was watching her.  Deciding to keep as quiet as she could, she paused and felt the air move, deciding to follow it in the hopes of finding a way out.

Thankfully her walk in the unsettling cell-filled hall was a short one, and after only a couple of minutes she found a faint light coming from around a corner, and then a set of stairs leading up to a door.  The door itself was the same metal as those below, but mangled and ripped from one hinge, large tears like claw marks torn into the metal.  Michiko could tell the damage was old, but that did little to calm her as she looked around the room she found herself in.  It put her in the mind of some kind of temple, perhaps, a large room with a pair of stairwells exiting upward on the far side, and two connecting hallways to her left and right, and some kind of altar in the center.

She could tell that the altar, even in the dim light that came in from somewhere above her, was covered in dark stains, and other stains splattered over the floor seemingly at random.  Bits of debris littered the floor, chunks of stone of varying sizes, along with bits of cloth and leather, some metal pieces…was that a scalpel?

Before she could focus anymore, Michiko spun to her left, claws readied.  There was nothing there.  But she had been certain she’d seen something, even heard whispering.  “Think, Michi,” she whispered to herself after a moment.  This place had all the signs of housing a haunt, so that sort of thing was to be expected.  She took a deep breath, then took a few cautious steps further into the room.  There it was again!  She was certain the whispering had come from somewhere to her right this time.  “Keep calm, don’t get freaked out,” she told herself.

Footsteps, several pairs of them, sounded from the stairs ahead, as did several incoherent bits of conversation.  As she focused on the direction of the sounds, she was sure she saw faint outlines of people walking down the steps before they vanished.  Definitely haunted…where was everyone else?  Where they even in the same place as her?  Which way should she go?

An ear-piercing screech of metal on stone sounded behind her, making Michiko jump as she whirled around.  It had come from somewhere down the stairs and in the dark halls below.  Heart beating louder in her chest, she swore she heard something taking heavy footsteps down there.  Taking only a moment to consider her options, she silently prayed to her goddess for guidance.  The reply was only a split second, a flash of instinct, but she trusted it unquestioningly, and darted off down the right hallway, dodging a few larger chunks of stone.  The hall narrowed, and somewhere in the distance she heard bells ringing.  Shadowy forms flashed in and out of her vision as she ran through the hall, heading toward the closed door at the end.

With the pounding footsteps still approaching, and the added sound of stone crumbling, Michiko bumped the door with all her weight, feeling a surge of hope as it swung open, the hinges creaking loudly from lack of lubrication.  It only opened about halfway, but that was enough for her to squeeze through.  She turned immediately, seeing a large, black mass approaching through the crack, the stonework cracking with each step.  Putting her weight back into the door, she pushed for all she was worth, slamming it shut.  She saw a locking bar raised on the backside of the door, and with a strong tug and desperate cry, she managed to get it to slam into place.

Though the thought crossed her mind that that might not even impede an angry spirit, Michiko was distracted as the darkness of the room suddenly became bright, then dark again, voices appearing and disappearing all around her, the bells coming and going with each flash.  She felt everything around her swirling about, as if a great amount of energy were being summoned up, and then the room stayed bright, as did the voices and the bells.  Gulping, she turned, back to the door, and let out a started cry, her light spell ending as her concentration wavered.

She appeared to be in a large chamber, supported by pillars lining it, but everything was bright and clean, the floor polish.  The bells rang insistently, and the conversations filling her ears spoke of an escaped patient, but what held her attention stood in a semi-circle in front of her. Four figures, dressed like some kind of doctors or orderlies with leather smocks, three men and a woman, approached slowly, though besides the uniforms, their appearances were not normal.  Their faces were strange masks, made out of what looked like porcelain, eyes closed, mouths turned up into pleased smiles.  Their hands were featureless, no fingers or thumbs, but they still held objects, somehow.  One of the males held a stout wooden cudgel, while the woman held a large syringe, the tip dripping a dark liquid, while the other two men held what unnerved Michiko the most, one holding a heavy leather straitjacket, opened as if to be placed upon her, and the other with several stout straps and cuffs to restrain her.

Michiko knew she had only a few seconds to act.  Voicing a stronger prayer of protection and sanctuary, holy light shimmered around her, just before the four figures made a move toward her.  All of them stopped, seemingly confused, though it was impossible to say given that their masked faces hadn’t changed.  Michiko could feel the unholy energies seeping from them, and quickly slipped by the quartet, knowing her spell would last only about half a minute.  Eyes darting about quickly, she saw ghostly forms running from her, while others milled about mindlessly.  She saw several open doorways, and made a quick decision, taking off at a full run down the nearest one as the four turned to advance upon her, again stopping, thanks to her spell.

Screams and pleas for help soon assailed her from both sides as she ran through the brightly lit hall, glances to both side showing vague flashes of suffering victims in their rooms.  Something whizzed past her, a flash of silver, her eyes seeing a scalpel sticking from the wall to her right.  She had to get out of here!  Another few strides found her at an intersection as her protection spell faded, the hall splitting off to her left and straight ahead.  Another scalpel whizzed by her head, and she darted to her left, the screams fading.  To her right were barred windows, looking out to a fairly sunny forest, and ahead, she thought she saw a door at the far end.

She caught movement to her left, from the nearest doorway, and saw another of the masked figures, this one dressed a little different, more like an assistant or a nurse.  It tossed something at her, though she easily dodged the throw. As she turned her head back ahead of her, she felt a tug on her free hand, something sticky settling over her fingers.  Looking to her hand, Michiko was startled to see what looked like a strip of gauze hanging there, the roll dangling from her hand.  To her horror, the roll began moving of its own accord, unspooling itself rapidly and wrapping around her hand.  Almost before she could react, her hand was tightly wrapped in the sticky bandage, leaving it as little more than a padded fist.

With the mask-wearing woman approaching, Michiko tried to keep moving, slashing at the bandage with her claw.  She was surprised, to say the least, when it recoiled away from it like a snake, and struck back just as quickly, wrapping itself around her wrist.  She tried to pull it away, but its sticky surface kept hold, and before she knew it, her weapon and her hand were both wrapped up tightly, and worse, secured to her already disabled hand.  “Shit!” she spat, hurrying along toward the door, tugging at the wrapping that kept her wrists firmly together and her hands balled up.  Thankfully it had apparently rolled itself out, but she was still helpless to defend herself effectively, because no matter how much she pulled while she ran, the wrap wouldn’t give, and the blades of her claw were wrapped just as tightly as everything else.

The door loomed closer, when, in an instant, she found herself on the floor with fresh pain going through her arms and knees, her face firmly planted against her bound hands, which had at least saved her face from impacting on the stone.  She looked back quickly when her legs failed to respond correctly, seeing that her ankles were now just as tightly wrapped as her hands, her robes bound tightly about her legs as the wrap finished sealing itself over her calves, covering pretty much everything from her ankles to her knees.

“Oh, goddess help me,” she muttered as she pulled herself further toward the door, seeing the masked nurse only about ten feet away from her, with the original four approaching from the far end of the hall.

“She can’t help you now; you’ve been a bad kitty…trying to escape before your treatment.”

The voice had come from in front of her, and upon turning her gaze forward, Michiko saw a pair of armored boots, the metal dark and sinister.  Looking up, she saw the armored figure towering above her, taking special notice of the glowing green eyes and pale skin, and the unholy aura that surrounded her.  “W-who are you?” she stammered, shuddering involuntarily in the presence of the undead being, the unholy aura chilling her right to the bone.

The figure smirked down at her, settling the large mace in front of her, the large head right in front of Michiko’s face.  “I’m your new mistress.  You may call me ‘mistress’ or ‘mistress Moriah’, slave.  Of all of the interlopers, I think you’ll perhaps be the most interesting.”

“I’m not your slave,” Michiko replied, her voice firmer as she continued her struggle to free her hands.  “Where are my friends?”

“Around; you’ll be reunited with them eventually…after your treatment, of course.”  Moriah knelt in front of Michiko as the masked figures stopped behind her, reaching past her face and snatching the holy symbol from around her neck, chuckling as the silver medallion caused her hand to smoke.  “Are you going to resist, kitty?  Most of you religious sorts do resist, but a few haven’t…my absolute favorites are the paladins.  I’ll have more fun if you fight me…who knows, you might even become my favorite; hells, you might even come to enjoy it, even crave it.  What do you say?  Will you be my special little plaything?”  She closed her fist around the holy symbol, crushing it and letting the mangled medallion fall to the floor.

Wincing, Michiko brought her eyes away from the crushed symbol, glaring up a Moriah.  “I will resist, whether you have fun or not; I’m not giving into your unholy perversions.  Torture me all you wish, but my faith is absolute!”

Moriah laughed, looking at Michiko with amusement clear on her face.  “Oh, my dear, you have no idea what kind of perversions are in store for you.  I dare say that you’ve never imagined anything close to what you’ll be experiencing.  To describe it simply…I’d call it…enlightenment.  But why should I even try to tell you about it when you can begin experiencing it yourself?”  Moriah patted Michiko’s cheek with her apparently unharmed hand before she stood.  “Prepare her for treatment.”

At Moriah’s word, the group of masked figures swarmed her.  Michiko screamed and kicked her legs furiously, even used her bound hands as a club to try and swat them away, but she was easily overpowered, somehow held quite securely by the smooth, thumb-free hands.  Despite her struggles and cries of protest, Michiko’s priestly robes were soon torn away from her, as was her underwear, leaving her face burning with shame as the sightless eyes, and the towering armored woman, stared at her nearly nude form.

“Oh, what a lovely figure you were hiding under those robes, kitty.  So petite, yet so very shapely…are those breasts of yours natural, or did you have a wizard spruce them up for you?” Moriah asked, with more than a little haughty condescension in her voice.

Michiko’s hateful glare only worsened at the comment.  “My body is exactly how my goddess made it,” she replied smartly.  By this time two of the ‘doctors’ held her upper arms, and the ‘nurse’ who had originally managed to restrain her with the bandages unbound her hands, which apparently just required a touch on her part, the sticky binding unraveling itself as if it had never had any sort of adhesive property at all, then reformed itself into a neat roll, ready to use again.  Before she could even think of attacking with her claw, her arm was seized and the weapon unstrapped from her, then tossed atop the pile with her clothes and pack.

The last of the masked figures held the heavy-looking jacket open in front of her while the others held her arms forward.  The leather of the jacket was dark brown for the most part, and seemed to be well used, with several patches that could have been stains, of what, she had no idea.  Her arms were easily guided into the over-sized sleeves until they reached the end, where the sleeves narrowed considerably, forcing her hands into further reinforced leather mittens attached to the ends.  With that, the jacket was pulled firmly around her torso, and to her shame, she saw that her naked breasts protruded through openings in the front of the jacket.

Straps were tightened down behind her, starting with a taller one around her neck, acting much like a collar, and ending with the last one at the small of her back.  Michiko could feel the jacket getting tighter around her, and without a doubt knew that it was magically resizing itself, because the large sleeves were soon very snug, as was the rest of the jacket.  Her arms were crossed in front of her, fed through a wide strap seated just below her breasts, and brought around to her sides before they too were strapped in place behind her, leaving her in a tight self-hug.  The strap beneath her breasts was likewise tightened around her forearms, leaving her arms practically useless.

The wrappings around her legs came off then, and her boots were pulled from her feet.  Michiko growled and kicked at the groping figures, but they just grabbed her legs effortlessly, securing a pair of heavy leather cuffs around her ankles, which were held together by a heavy leather strap looped between them, giving her perhaps a foot or so to her stride.  She was lifted to her feet, and let out a surprised cry as the final pair of straps on the jacket were secured, one to either side of her pussy, each pulled near painfully tight, leaving her face burning with indignation.  “Is this all really necessary?” she asked, her eyes glaring at Moriah.

Moriah nodded, hefting her large mace.  “Very much so; adventurers can be dangerous; we have to protect ourselves when people break into our home, don’t we?  Treatment Room One.”  With that, Michiko was forced along by the two bigger masked men, their grip quite firm on her upper arms as they guided her back the way she had come, her steps forced into short, quick steps to keep up.  Mihicko resolved herself to keeping silent, offering silent prayers to her goddess for strength to make it through her upcoming ordeal.

Moriah followed along, her heavy footsteps echoing through the halls, now much calmer, and lacking the ringing of bells, even the ghostly figures seem to have calmed down.  They led her back to the intersection, and the down the hall she had not taken before.  The light seemed to fade as they moved further down, and then they came to a heavy steel door, which the female holding the syringe opened one-handed.  The room beyond was dimly lit from an overhead glow, which revealed a solid-looking wooden chair, raised higher than a normal chair should be, complete with more straps and what looked like a set of stocks at the bottom, the back reclined at what could have been a fairly comfortable angle.

There were other devices around the room that Michiko couldn’t identify, but her struggles suddenly returned when she had taken in the sight of the chair.  “No, let me go!” she snarled, stomping her feet and jerking her arms, trying to push back against the incredible strength of the figures holding her.

“Oh, do that some more!  I love how your breasts jiggle when you fight back,” Moriah said with a chuckle, resting her weapon against the doorframe as she stepped into the room.

Michiko felt herself flush with shame again as she was lifted into the chair and maneuvered into place.  Additional straps were secured around her waist, then above her breasts and over her upper arms, while another pair was tightened down over her thighs, which were spread only as wide as her ankle hobble would allow.  Her feet were maneuvered into place on the bottom half of the stocks, the hobble strap pulled tight as the upper half was closed down over the cuffs and locked down, securing her legs into an immovable state.

She was not allowed much time to grow accustomed to her new position, for they were not finished with her yet.  One of them took hold of her braid and held it firmly out from the chair back, while another brought a mess of leather straps in front of her face.  Michiko winced as the pull on her braid increased, forcing her head to remain still as the device was set in place upon her face, starting with a wider pad that covered the lower part of her face, even rising up a little to either side of her nose and covering much of her cheeks as it was pressed in place.  A smaller pair of straps went up either side of her nose, where they merged into a single strap which merged with yet another strap that was secured around her forehead.  It was at this point that Michiko noticed that there was a conspicuous circular opening right over her mouth which left it completely exposed.  With the forehead strap in place, another strap was tightened down at the back of her neck, pressing the pad more firmly against her face, and additional straps were likewise secured over the top of her head (the one that split off from her nose), another that crossed that strap at the crown of her head and went beneath her jaw, and at last, the final, smaller strap, which was secured beneath her chin, leaving her able to open her mouth somewhat, though with the pressure coming down all around her head, moving her jaw was not an easy thing.

Another firm tug came to Michiko’s braid, jerking her head back so that it rested just against the chair back, right above the lower strap of the gag harness.  All she could see in front of her was the dim light and the cracked ceiling, though when she moved her eyes around, she could still make out some of what was going on around her.  She was sure they were doing something else to her braid, and with another forceful tug that left her scalp stinging, she figured out that it had been tied somewhere beneath the chair, because she couldn’t look down or move her head; the least forward movement pulled quite painfully at her scalp.

“Now that the patient is secured,” Moriah started, smirking back at Michiko, “we can begin.  Care to guess what’s in store for you, kitty?”

“Whatever it is, I’m not giving in; I’ll resist you no matter what you do to me,” Michiko replied, her voice just a bit distorted thanks to the odd gag, but hopefully sounding more resolute than she felt.

Moriah rolled her eyes.  “Please; you could at least attempt to play the game, kitty.  Do you realize how many times I’ve heard the same line?  From how many adventurers who thought they were some kind of heroes?  Fine, if you won’t guess, then we’ll just get to it.”  Moriah nodded toward one of the masked figures.

Turning her eyes in that direction, Michiko let out an involuntary whimper, seeing that it was the syringe-wielder who Moriah had nodded to.  The glistening needle was raised again and the masked woman stepped forward, putting a hand firmly against Michiko’s already firmly restrained head.  The needle rose out of her line of site, and she bit down, closing her eyes, breathing quickly.

“You’ll feel a slight pinch,” Moriah said, a rather amused tone to her voice.  Michiko tensed, her arms tugging at the tight leather that imprisoned them, her toes curling downward as she tried to free her legs.  A sharp, stinging pain appeared on her neck, and a moment later she felt cold seeping through her veins, though that feeling quickly dissipated, turning into a warmer sensation that slowly radiated through her body as the needle was withdrawn and the figure stepped back.

“Not so bad, is it?” Moriah asked as Michiko let out a low groan, feeling fresh sweat beading on her forehead.

“W-what did you put into me?” Michiko asked in reply, writhing atop the chair as the strange, warm feeling continued to course through her, seemingly going faster with each passing moment.

Moriah grinned, turning her back to the bound kerryn as she manipulated something on the device she had been standing in front of.  “Just a little something to get you into the mood.  You’ll like it, I’m sure; it’s all natural…well, mostly,” Moriah said as she turned, her hands holding to several cables, each ending end a small, toothed clamp.

Michiko gave a little shake of her head, grunting as she fought the straps holding her in place as the armored woman approached.  Her heart raced, her breathing quickened, and to her horror, she felt herself getting aroused.  There was a noticeable heat between her spread legs, and she felt the growing need to fan the embers into a full blown flame.  Her nipples ached, becoming erect in moments.  The leather jacket that held her, the straps tightened down over her limbs, her feet held firm by the stocks, even the stinging on her scalp from her tied braid seemed to be fueling her arousal.

“Told you you’d like it,” Moriah said as she sat the bundle of wires on the edge of the chair, plucking one of them free.  She opened and closed the clamp a few times, licking her lips.  Her free hand went to Michiko’s left breast, the cold, hard metal making the kerryn flinch as the armored fingers pinched her soft flesh.  That didn’t stop her nipple from standing quite erect, maybe even more so, the sensation shooting through her body right to her brain, a rush of intense pleasure.  Moriah held the clip open, right over the nipple, taunting Michiko.

Breathing ever quicker, Michiko’s eyes were glued on the clamp, the little teeth gleaming in the light.  Without warning Moriah let the clamp snap shut, right over her nipple, the teeth biting deeply.  Michiko howled as the pain shot through her, her body reflexively fighting her restraints in a useless attempt to get at the clamp to ease her pain, her fingers wiggling fitfully inside the leather mittens.  The pain began to fade quickly, no, shift into something else entirely.  It was as if the burning jolt of pain in her nipple dissolved into an intense, burning flare of pleasure that shot straight through her body and right between her legs.  Her cry of pain lessened, turning into a low, needful moan.

“Looks like the medicine is working,” Moriah said with a low chuckle, the next clamp already hovering over Michiko’s other nipple.

“N-no…p-please…not there…” Michiko groaned, using every ounce of willpower she could muster to resist the drugs coursing through her veins.  She did not enjoy this!  She did not want this!  Her other nipple erupted in pain, causing her to cry out again, though the transition to pleasure was much quicker this time, nearly instant.  Worse, she could feel her dampness and arousal between her legs, could smell herself even over the heavy scent of leather.

Moriah had another clamp ready to go, and before Michiko could begin a plead against it, she had moved to the base of the chair and the kerryn’s feet, holding her big toe away from the others before seating the clamp in the soft flesh between it and her next toe.  Another howl of pain quickly turned to pleasure, the wood even creaking a bit at the intensity of Michiko’s initial struggle.  Giving only a moment’s pause between each clamp’s placement, Moriah quickly had no less than four of the clamps on each foot, one between each of Michiko’s toes.

“Someone’s having a lot of fun,” Moriah said once she had finished with Michiko’s feet, returning to the middle of the chair near Michiko’s waist.  The kerryn lay panting, the visible parts of her body covered in sweat, and to her great disgust, not only were large breasts heaving, even with the clamps biting into her nipples, her pussy was swollen and moist as well, very nearly dripping.  “Almost done with the preparations, and then we can get started in earnest.”

“No…more…” Michiko panted, whimpering, her ears drooping at the sight of more clamps in Moriah’s hand.  She felt Moriah’s cold, armored fingers probing between her legs, slipping just inside her pussy lips, then another finger slipped inside to spread them.  She gave a little shake of her head as the first of the clamps bit down on her sensitive lips, the fresh pain gone almost immediately in an intensely warm wave of pleasure.  Three more clamps were added, which left her with two on each of her outer lips.

“One more to go…any guesses about where this one’s heading?” Moriah asked, dangling the clamp in front of Michiko’s eyes.  The kerryn moaned helplessly, knowing exactly what the unholy creature had in mind, but unable to reply.  Before she knew it, a pair of cold fingers again spread her lips, a third brushing her erect clit, making her quiver.  Pain exploded there a moment later, making Michiko arch her back and scream, the intensity of the sensation becoming an overwhelmingly powerful wave of pleasure that ignited a powerful orgasm within her, leaving her writhing and moaning loudly, heatedly, her juices spilling atop the chair and over her thighs.

“Huh…that happened sooner than I anticipated,” Moriah said some moments later when Michiko had started to quiet down and gasp for air, the woman’s confident voice seemingly a little disappointed, perhaps that she had allowed her prisoner to come early.  She stepped away for a moment, returning with a pair of devices.  The first was obviously a thick phallus, which was easily slid inside Michiko’s wet pussy, filling her to an almost painful level as it was locked into place on the chair, ensuring it wouldn’t slip out, a cable likewise running from it to the device on the wall.  The other was a leather pad, with an attached bulb that resembled the head of a penis.  Michiko could offer no resistance as it was fitted into her mouth and snapped into place on the head harness.  Once it was in place, even though it seemed to fill her mouth quite well, it grew even larger, forcing her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth and filling her to the brim, her cheeks pressing against the harness, her jaw held firmly against the straps.

The most interesting sensation Michiko felt was that of the taste filling her mouth; she had expected leather, or something else, anything else, but with her senses somewhat restored, she tasted herself, her sexual juices upon her tongue.  After a moment, she realized she could even feel the juices coating the gag, running down her throat, forcing her to swallow.

Moriah stepped away, pulling a lever on the wall device, an electric hum filling the air.  At that moment, the dildo filling her buzzed suddenly to life, eliciting a surprised cry from the severely bound kerryn, and she began feeling tingles on her skin wherever the clamps were placed.  “If you’ll excuse me…I have other matter I must attend to while you’re receiving your treatment.  I should be back in a few hours, so have fun,” the armored woman said, laughing as she patted Michiko’s cheek and headed toward the exit, the masked figures following her, the door slamming behind them.

Michiko breathed quickly through her nose, renewing her struggles against her restraints, hoping against hope that one of them would wiggle loose.  The hum grew louder, as did the tingle around the clamps.  She worked her toes quickly, trying to dislodge any of them, but only succeeded in pinching herself more.  The buzzing intruder inside of her grew louder as well, sending a constant flow of pleasure right to her clit, even making the clamp stuck to it vibrate.  She let out a desperate moan, though whether it was for her freedom or the growing orgasm, she couldn’t decide.

Her muffled, pained shriek filled the room as electricity burst from the clamps on her nipples with a loud zap, making her arch her back, though her drug-addled senses soon registered the fading sting as a source of pleasure.  Another, less intense burst came through the clamps on her toes, one after the other, followed by a quick series of zaps upon her nipples.  Michiko groaned and writhed, her brain struggling to understand the input it received.  Was it pain or pleasure?  Was it just because of the drug in her system?  Was that dildo responsible?

Judging by the taste in her mouth, Michiko was well on her way to another orgasm, her juices dripping off of the plug pressing against her tongue.  She howled when a powerful electrical burst shot through her pussy lips, lasting for a handful of seconds, leaving her unable to breathe until they were finished.  As she breathed desperately through her nose, another quick series of light bursts shot through her clit, and then randomly between her toes and nipples.

Michiko knew an orgasm was coming, feeling light headed and ready for it, even welcoming to it, but then everything stopped, even the buzzing of the dildo between her legs, the room falling into silence but for her heated breathing.  She blinked rapidly, looking around but seeing no one, pulling at the heavy leather again.  Had it stopped already?  Was that it?

As the coming climax faded, Michiko felt no less horny, and within a few minutes, began working her hips, hoping to get the dildo to start up again.  Groaning with frustration, it was several minutes later when she had begun to cool off that the powerful vibrations started again, and a quick, powerful shock shot through her clit, with another hitting each nipple, making her howl and moan as the sensations again became pleasurable.  The cycle continued again, and before she knew it, she as nearly climax again…and again all sensation stopped, leaving her with tears of frustration in her eyes.  So that was how it was…Michiko groaned desperately, wiggling herself back and forth on the phallus, sucking at the thick cock-shaped gag and tasting her cooling juices, the little pinches of the clamps not giving her nearly enough stimulation.  It seemed an eternity before the vibrations started again, and though she knew what would happen, Michiko prayed that she could manage another orgasm this time…all she wanted was one more…just one more!  She couldn’t last hours like this…she’d go mad for sure!

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.”