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.”
