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Slaves to the Amazons 2: Broken
(Melissa DuVant)
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Slaves to the Amazons 2: Broken Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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Cage Club Chapter 5: Required Inspection To the anonymous benefactor that commissioned this. A road, somewhere in the Appalachian
mountains... Sharam twisted the throttle of the bike, feeling the engine surge between her legs, the power rumbling through her body. The sun was just starting to dip beneath the mountains, the shadows stretching long, and the views were stunning - and, out here, there was no-one to hear any screams. She twisted her body, leaning into several sharp, steep curves, using her weight to dip into them faster, the road streaking past, with a long drop just a few feet away, on the other side of a flimsy wooden barrier. The speed and the risk warmed her up, a thrill coursing through her, making her heart race. Her eyes flicked down to her phone between her handlebars - her target was close by. And no longer moving - that would certainly make things easier! More swift twists and turns, Sharam's body reacting on instinct, faster than conscious thought, the machine in perfect harmony with her body. It was almost sad to hit the flat at the bottom of the slope, the challenge over with. But she was warmed up now, hunching her shoulders, starting to get herself into the appropriate mental state of a huntress, seeking and stalking her prey. Dawn Watson - blonde, slender, pretty and just the type that Sharam liked. Dumb enough to think she might be able to escape, but smart enough that the breaking would be amusingly lengthy. The pictures had shown her well - dressed in biking leathers, a rose tattoo on one arm, straddling her bike, showing herself off. She'd look far better when naked and collared, wriggling on the dirt in a hogtie! Sharam slowed down, looking around - there was a small rest-stop not far ahead, but Dawn might have gone off-road somewhere else, and searching through the woods for her would cut into precious fun time! But there it was, just ahead of her, parked up - Dawn's bike. It looked well-used, but there was no sign of Dawn herself. Sharam punted her kick-stand down, swinging her leg off and taking her helmet off. After so long driving, the air tasted sweet and fresh, tinted with the scent of the trees. She could hear birdsong and the rustling of leaves, closing her eyes and trying to tune out the backing sounds. Over there - a faintly liquid sound, and the crunching of ground. As quietly as she could, Sharam took a length of rope from one of her panniers, checking in the pockets of her biking suit to make sure she had everything she needed. Sharam inhaled deeply, letting herself relax, settling into the attitude of a huntress, powerful and strong, stalking her prey. Like a cat, she prowled over the ground, fading into the evening shadows, erasing her own presence as much as possible. She didn't have far to go - as her eyes adjusted to the twilight-gloom and the shadows of the trees, she could see a length of platinum-blonde hair at waist-height. The woman had stripped out of her biking leathers, now wearing just some tight booty-shorts, currently around her ankles, and a vest-top, her skin pale in the low light. Sharam squinted - there, on her arm, was the rose tattoo from the pictures, so it was definitely her. She shoved the rope up her sleeve, one end ready to yank out, before stepping with forced heaviness, twigs snapping beneath her foot. Dawn tensed, standing up and dropping one hand to cover her crotch, half-turning towards the noise, facing Sharam. Sharam moved slightly, keeping herself directly behind Dawn, admiring the curve of her back, a cute little dimple of flesh just above her buttocks. Lots of space to leave more marks - either from punishments, or maybe something more permanent. 'Uh, hey. Wasn't expecting anyone else out here.' She shifted, still twisted away, seeming uncomfortable and ashamed, amusingly aware of her own vulnerability. Sharam advanced, moving silently again. 'It's a nice evening. And so quiet out here. You travelling anywhere?' She kept her tone light, as she got closer and closer - another few steps, and she'd be in reach. From one of her pockets, she drew out a cloth hood, a rope around the neck. 'Just... travelling. It's nice to get out on my bike and see things. I've never been this far into the mountains before, they're beautiful! Although I could do without all the mosquitos.' She moved, pulling up her shorts, covering up her cute backside. Well, that would be out on display soon enough! And probably red with spank marks. Dawn turned around, looking startled when she saw how close Sharam was, apparently not noticing the hood. She was just as attractive in person as in the pictures - a little more tanned, her hair in need of some work, but still the sort of person that would fetch a good price. But only after Sharam had had some fun herself! Maybe even out here - there was no-one to hear the screams, and the trees would make good tethers for the ropes. 'I know the feeling.' She stared at Dawn, then let her eyes roam, drinking in her slender body, enjoying the way that Dawn flinched, but was too proud to cover herself up. Another step forward, Dawn starting to look worried. 'It can be a tough lifestyle sometimes, but there's nothing like freedom, and the power to keep it.' Dawn's body was tense now, like a fawn ready to bolt, and chasing her through the woods in this low light would be a pain. Sharam took another breath, smiling at Dawn, and then she struck, lunging forward and bringing the sack over Dawn's head. There was the start of a yell before it was choked off by the thick leather sack, Sharam drawing the string tight, sealing it around Dawn's neck. As expected, Dawn's hands came up, trying to pull the sack off her head. Sharam pulled the rope from her sleeve, grabbing one of Dawn's wrists and using it to wrench her off balance. The other woman was smaller and lighter, easy to twist around, Sharam pulling the arm up, bending Dawn over and wrapping a loop of rope into place. She kicked Dawn's legs out from beneath her, guiding her to the ground and resting a knee on her back. Angry grunting came from beneath the hood, legs kicking and flailing, dried leaves and dirt getting kicked up. Sharam grabbed the other wrist first, binding it to the other. She spanked at Dawn's backside several times, the grunts getting louder and louder. But Dawn was pinned into place by Sharam's weight, unable to escape, Sharam easily grabbing each ankle in turn and roping it into place, until Dawn was bound into a tight hogtie. 'Nice and flexible, aren't you?' She picked up the wriggling bundle, throwing the rest of the rope over a high branch and pulling it tight, leaving Dawn suspended in the air, slowly swinging around, still squealing and whining. Sharam tore away her clothing, enjoying the sight of her naked body, before giving her a shove, making her sway back and forth. 'I think we'll have some fun tonight. And then I think you're small enough I can fold you up to carry you. I might need to dose you up though - don't want you wriggling around!' 'Mphhh! Nphhhh!' 'It's a shame, but I'll need to dispose of your bike. That should be easy out here though - I just need to wheel it a mile or two from the road, and no-one will ever find it. But it's been a long day, so it's time for some fun first.' 'Nphhh!' 'Shhhh, shhh. The more you fight, then the harder this will be. I don't have many of my tools with me, but I can make do - I saw some stinging nettles back there.' She gave Dawn another shove, before catching her and stroking her body, squeezing her breasts, giving her backside another spank. 'Don't worry, I won't hurt you too badly, that might hurt your value. But I am going to entertain myself!' She ignored Dawn's whines of protest, starting to explore and probe the body of her freshest prey. The Golden Olive country club The warm air and gentle music of the club crept around the door, Aria pushing herself back against the wall. The wooden paneling was dappled with bright flecks and streaks of color, sunlight streaming through a stained-glass window. It depicted some scene from mythology that she didn't recognize - a woman bound to a post, arms tied above her head, white skin marked with bright crimson tears of blood. A look of ecstasy covered her face, a tiny wisp of white over her privates. Just seeing it made her want to blush - such things were not decent to be seen. It was indecent and improper to have it on display - especially with two women whipping another one. Sex should only be between men and women, and only in private. At least, that was what her mother said - and Aria had been made to go to enough of her speeches to be able to recite most of them by heart. It was almost campaign season again, so there was currently a succession of old men coming by, mother trying to get them to give her money for her next election run. Her eyes hovered on the image again, her clothing feeling suddenly too tight - the dress had been picked by mother as well, "appropriately modest", coming most of the way to her ankles, loose and barely even hinting at her shape. Even her underwear was plain and unappealing beneath it! 'Are you sure you won't take a drink?' Aria looked at the speaker - another woman, over a foot taller than her, sleek and powerful. And the way she was dressed! Not indecently, not like the sluts at school, but she practically radiated sexuality - although her skin was completely covered, her dress clung to her body, tight around her legs whenever she moved, snug at her waist and around her breasts. A musky perfume filled the air around her, fuzzing Aria's thoughts, as she reached out, holding a glass of wine. Her nails were long and dark, making Aria think of the talons of a savage beast. There was no choice but to take the wine, her sense of courtesy too strong. 'Good girl. At your age, you should always be open to new experiences.' Aria was backed up against the wall now, the projected light from the stained glass in her eyes, forcing her to squint. The woman reached out, gently taking hold of her chin and tilting her head from side-to-side, making sounds of approval. 'Good. Quite an attractive little thing, aren't you?' Aria made herself smile, despite her dislike of being groped and manhandled. Her eyes glanced over to the door - thick oak, cutting out any sound from outside, but also meaning no-one could see her. She'd never been in this room before - was it part of the gym? The equipment all looked heavy and sturdy, but she'd never seen gym equipment that needed so many straps and cuffs! Aria winced as the grip tightened, squeezing her cheeks. 'Good. I think you'll do.' Aria's gaze flicked around, before meeting the woman's gaze, falling into those dark eyes. Her thoughts slowed and stopped, a vicious grin covering the woman's face. She froze, hand tight on the wineglass. 'Don't play with her too much! You know you'll just get distracted. We have so many more toys back home - and much less danger of anyone interrupting. Now, girl, drink your wine. It will help you relax.' The new speaker was another woman, this one wearing nothing more than a tight and shiny bodysuit, showing off her body as much as if she were naked. Aria felt herself blush - such a thing was indecent, no-one should dress like that! But she couldn't help but look at her, her eyes drinking in the sight of the powerful body sheathed within the latex, feeling her heart start to beat faster. 'Drink.' There was a strange intonation to the words, burning themselves into Aria's thoughts, and she obeyed, lifting the wine to her lips and gulping it down, all at once. It made her throat sting, burning down her throat, seeming to immediately soak into her body, making her feel warm and fuzzy. Her mind felt paralyzed, her lips and throat unable to form words, the two women somehow exerting a mental pressure, holding her rapt. The one sheathed in latex reached towards her, and light glinted off her fingers - were those her nails, or built into the suit? One pricked, just lightly, against her collarbone, and she could feel it's sharpness, before it traced down. Where it touched the neckline of her dress, it sliced, sharp enough to cut through the fabric, shearing it in two. As it moved downwards, the dress fell away, peeling off her body. Air kissed against her now-bare skin, and Aria felt herself blush - she'd never been this exposed in front of anyone else, she was saving herself for marriage! And women shouldn't do this sort of thing to each other, that was immoral! 'Oh, really? This is just tragic. While the outer wrapping was rather dismal, wearing this beneath is just...' The other woman tutted, plucking at Aria's bra. 'Don't worry, soon you'll be much better dressed. At least assuming you behave well enough to deserve clothing.' She yanked at the bra-straps, tearing it in half, more tugs ripping it from Aria's body. 'These are rather pleasant though. A nice size, and soft and plump. They'll look a lot better with a nice piercing in each.' 'Mrmmhhph!' Aria managed to force a sound through her paralysis. Piercings? She didn't want her body violated like that - and only sluts had piercings through their nipples! 'That struck a cord - I think this one might be fun, Eleanor.' The one in latex nodded, raking her claws further down, slicing through the waist-band of the dress. It feel to the floor, leaving Aria naked except for her panties and her shoes. Her breathing was fast now, her breath catching in her throat - she should be panicking, calling for help, but she was frozen, unable to move, or make any noise beyond faint squeaks. The nails pressed against her thigh, sharp pins against her skin, little twitches and bites of pain, before they scraped upwards, easily slashing through the waistband of her panties, sending them tumbling to the floor. 'Oh good, she's trimmed. That's fortunate - I was dreading the thought of having to shave her clean.' The other woman leaned in closer, reaching down, fingers brushing against Aria's lower lips. 'Mhnnnnn...' That was her special place - no-one should touch there except her future husband! Even touching there herself made her feel guilty, despite the pleasure it caused. 'And so eager!' A finger pushed into her, making her gasp. She could feel her own wetness, shame pooling in her belly, her breathing now fast and irregular. 'Well, her mother is very keen on promoting chastity. I imagine this sweet little thing hasn't had much experience, even with herself. I'm surprised she isn't in a belt!' Aria whimpered, recalling the one her mother had shown her, as a threat - snugly-fitted metal, bound into place around her waist, with just a tiny slit to urinate through. Fortunately, mother hadn't followed through on the threat, but just the thought of it terrified her! The woman kept stroking the nail-claws over her body, making Aria's skin prickle with the promise of pain, as the other woman dropped to her knees, using both hands to part Aria's lower lips, probing deeper into her. 'Nice and healthy! Pure and untouched.' 'A virgin? That's rare! I was expecting her to be a secret slut.' The talons trickled up Aria's belly, making her try and flinch away to avoid any pain, before the hand came up, and then seized her throat. It didn't squeeze enough to strangle her, but the pressure was firm, as pleasure seethed into her crotch, her vision blurring. Her lips parted, a thumb sliding in - she could taste metal, a talon sliding into her mouth, as fingers continued to twist and tease inside of her. 'A shame we can't have more fun here, but the staff will be happy to box her up for us. Like a present to open later!' Aria found her lips tightening on the thumb, sucking on it, Eleanor smiling, seeming delighted. 'Excellent!' The thumb slid out of Aria's mouth, before her grip tightened around Aria's throat. Pain started to throb in her body, her lungs straining for air. The glass dropped from her hand, droplets of wine splashing onto the carpet. The hand let go - as soon as the pressure relieved, she gasped in, her throat pained and raw. 'Sleep.' The word burned into her brain, taking root in her consciousness, echoing around, the command impossible to ignore. She heard herself whimper, trying to make herself shout, but her body was out of her control, a faint ringing sounding in her ears. Her knees started to buckle, giving way beneath her, and she sagged downwards, being let down onto the ground. Her vision blackened, darkness creeping in around the edge of her vision, her consciousness fading, before she fell unconscious... Morrigan tensed her thighs, feeling the warmth of Ama'ra's head between her legs. The slave's mouth was held open with a ring-gag, a soft and gentle tongue stroking away within Morrigan's body, nice and slow and sweet. Ama'ra was hooded, her ears and eyes blocked, her body bound within the seat, turning her into a convenient pleasure toy. But she had work to do! As the tongue continued to slowly lick her, keeping her warm and pleasured, Morrigan turned her attention back to the screen in front of herself. It was currently showing a young woman, naked except for collar and cuffs, bound onto an X-cross. A good body, nice and firm, but entirely un-trained - Morrigan needed property that was proficient in domestic arts, to deal with cleaning, cooking and other such dull tasks. Now that she was running a household, and expecting guests, then she needed staff that could deal with all the mundanities of such! Which, sadly, needed managing! She'd rather just have pleasure-slaves, and the time to spend on using them, but she would have to get the basics into place first. Several clicks, scrolling through more attractive, but inappropriate, possibilities. Ama'ra continued to lick, tongue probing deeper into her, before Morrigan tapped her twice on the head. She heard a faint whine, and felt Ama'ra's disappointment, as the tongue withdrew. The soul-leash was convenient - being able to monitor the status of a gagged and hooded slave was certainly helpful, and it was pleasing to have Ama'ra feel disappointed at not being able to lick her mistress further. Morrigan could still feel the soul-deep yearning of Ama'ra, the desperate desire to lick and suck, to taste her owner's pussy-juice, but Ama'ra obeyed, withdrawing her tongue. 'Has Mistress Morrigan found any candidates?' Morrigan looked away from the screen, having to resist the urge to tap Ama'ra on the head to resume the pussy-licking. 'A few.' The speaker was Su'rya, the newest member of the household - a gift from Morrigan's mother, and trained to perfection. And she was an impressive specimen - stood up but still in supplication, with her legs spread, and entirely naked except for her collar, cuffs, and the shining metal of a chastity belt over her crotch, she could have been used as a textbook example of posture. In one hand she was holding a crop, wrist poised to flick and strike. 'Unfortunately, those as skilled as you are rare, and hard to purchase. It might take longer, but perhaps a few more strays could be acquired, to be used as raw material? Sheriff Stokes, what do you think?' The final woman in the room was naked, her collar and cuffs leather rather than metal, her skin flushed with heat, down on her knees with her legs spread. Her uniform was hung on the wall behind her, ready for her to change back into when she left. The crop flicked down, Su'rya striking against the sheriff's back, putting enough force into it that the sheriff yelped in pain. 'There are few runaways that come this way, Mistress.' Each time the crop struck her back, she gasped, her whole body tensing up, fingers twitching. Morrigan watched with amusement - the sheriff had grown soft, but was now being disciplined more often, to make sure she knew who was in charge. The movements made her breasts shake and jiggle, Morrigan having to resist the urge to stride over and punish her further. 'If you do find any, then keep them in jail, and I will send Su'rya to judge their worthiness. They may be some diamonds amongst the rough. Or at least raw materials that can be refined into something better.' 'OW! Yes, OW, Mistress.' The regular rhythm of the pain-filled gasps and strikes of crop-on-flesh were entertaining, as Morrigan flicked through several more images. 'And you understand your other orders?' 'Yes, Mistress - I am to ensure that the house of yourself and Mistress Victoria remains untroubled.' Despite her gasps of pain, her body was showing signs of arousal, betraying her true desires - she had been broken into obedience long ago, she was just a little unused to discipline. 'Good. It would be inconvenient if anyone started snooping around, and so I am trusting you to deal with them before they become a problem. Unless you deem them suitable to be acquired and trained. Su'rya is now the seneschal and warden of the house, the ber'vasa, then you will need to pay attention to her - she will now be responsible for your discipline and orders. Should you fail, then your punishment and demotion may be rapid. Humble position.' Sheriff Stokes leaned herself forward, placing her arms onto the floor, face against the ground, pushing her ass up into the air, presenting her buttocks to Su'rya. The crop continued to strike, flicking against taut ass-meat, making the woman gasp with pain. When she responded, her voice was muffled, coming from so far down. 'Yes, Mistress. I am yours - do with me as you will.' 'Su'rya, how goes the preparations? There is not much time before we are hosting guests, and everything must be ready before then.' There was a faint pause in the steady rhythm of the strikes, Su'rya dipping her head in a slight curtsey. 'More staff would be useful, Mistress. The central rooms have been cleaned, but the gardens will take additional time and staff. We will also be pressed to provide full service.' Morrigan sighed, before tapping Ama'ra on the head. The tongue leapt back into action, sliding deep into Morrigan's body, lips kissing and sucking against her pussy lips, tongue stroking inside of her. 'This has to be perfect! Otherwise I'll never hear the end of it.' And bring shame to both herself and Victoria, for the failure to properly manage their own household. 'Have you considered Mistress Deckard's event? She is holding a sale of fresh meat, aided by the Guild. It would be a good opportunity to acquire some new girls.' The head of the crop was striking against the Sherrif's ass with a steady, easy rhythm, every impact making the woman gasp and shift slightly forward - a little endurance training would do her good! Although it was making Morrigan feel aroused, especially combined with the steady attention of the tongue, sliding and kissing inside of her. 'The produce this time is from a particular institute - "The Birch House for Wayward Girls". There are three in particular that I think may be well-suited to the household - they were convicted of shoplifting, but they have been trained and conditioned as part of their sentence.' Morrigan flicked through the images until she found them - three brunettes, one paler and smaller than the other two, another Latino, and the third tall and toned, bold enough to be staring directly at the camera. All of them were attractive, and were posed to show off their naked bodies, apparently trained enough to at least do that without rebelling. 'Hmm, an impressive list of skills.' All three of them had scored high marks in the full range of domestic skills, as well as high obedience and endurance. And they were apparently bonded, used to working as a group - the three of them would be an asset to the household! And she could easily imagine the tall one, bent over a table and trying to escape, squealing as she was fucked in the ass, made to whine and beg for release! And Victoria would like the small one - a petite body, begging for the whip, or to be contorted into some torturous pressure position, that supple flesh marked up with whip, crop or wax. 'If you wish the house to be ready, so that you may be regarded as a real household, fit for admittance into the sisterhood, then you will need staff such as this.' Morrigan shifted in her seat, letting the pleasure tingle up her spine, before double-tapping Ama'ra again, letting the feeling fade, needing to think clearly. The trio were fetching, but wouldn't come cheap - both attractive and well-trained, then there would be a lot of competition for them. And she would have to get all three, not just one! But the more she looked at them, the more the feeling that she needed them grew - she could already imagine them tattooed with the household mark, over their hearts and above their cunts, marking them as permanent possessions. And with that background, there would be no need to hide them - with their criminal record, they were officially marked as "on parole", and no-one would be asking any inconvenient questions. 'Very well. Make the arrangements for transport.' Su'rya managed to bow, a single smooth motion that barely interrupted her regular strokes, Sheriff Stokes' gasps and groans of pain getting louder. The woman really would need some stamina training - she was clearly too used to administering punishment rather than receiving it! 'And let Victoria know as well. She's currently training a ponygirl - she's probably out in the meadows.' 'Yes, Mistress Morrigan.' Morrigan tapped Ama'ra on the head three times, the tongue suddenly moving far faster. She sighed in pleasure, relaxing her mind, letting the sensation of the release flow through her, through the soul-leash and into Ama'ra, and beyond. She could feel Ama'ra's pleasure, an echo of her own, and the more distant sensations from Victoria and Lei'ra, the feeling of release transmitting itself instantly over the distance. Ama'ra sucked at the flow of juices, desperate to imbibe of her mistress, Morrigan smiling, enjoying the attention, letting her thoughts drift for a moment, the sheriff's gasps of pain adding an extra thrill. She took a deep breath and then tapped Ama'ra on the head, the tongue drawing backwards with a faintly disappointed whine, after licking her clean. Standing up from the queening chair made her slit feel momentarily cold, wanting to be tongued and licked again. She walked over to Su'rya, taking the crop from her hands. The sheriff still had her ass nice and high in the air, but the buttocks were now nice and red-warm, heated up by the crop-strikes. Morrigan stamped down onto the sheriff's back, grinding her heel down into soft skin, enjoying the feeling of yielding flesh. The groan of pain was louder now, especially when Morrigan jabbed with her heel, just below the woman's neck. She pressed down, leaning back as she flicked with the crop, leaving another mark on the buttocks. Her next strike aimed lower down, the stud on the crop-head swinging up and then impacting against her cunt. She squealed, whining in pain, Morrigan making a sound of disappointment. 'Really, sheriff, you should be able to manage to deal with that! It seems as though you need some training.' She ground her heel into place before stepping away and moving directly behind the sheriff, launching a series of swift strikes against the exposed slit. The sheriff maintained her position, even through the assault, despite her gasps and groans of pain. Morrigan struck harder, before sliding the crop up and down, using the shaft to tease and excite her property. She could see that, despite the whining protests, that the sheriff was excited - that much of her training still held. 'Hmm, you might have gotten a lot too used to your independence. But don't worry - now you're property again, fully owned and part of my household, and will need to learn to readjust.' She could feel how wet the woman was, the shaft of the crop easily sliding through. 'Su'rya, fetch me, hmmm... I think the black strap-on. To show the sheriff what she's been missing. And I hope she won't do anything to make me need to gag her. Isn't that right, sheriff?' She slapped the woman on the ass, digging her nails into the welt-marked skin, feeling the heat of it, and enjoying the wincing gasp of pain that triggered. Su'rya moved with silent poise, up on her toes despite being barefoot, the mark of training heels. She was skilled and dedicated - and pleasurably obedient as well. And hadn't once complained, despite the belt sealed around her waist! Apparently, she'd only been allowed one orgasm in the last three years. That had probably been quite noisy - or maybe Su'rya was a quiet one, her body twitching and writhing as pleasure was forced onto her? Morrigan watched her move, enjoying the lines of her body, as she went and fetched the requested item - a fat, bulky cock, almost the width of Morrigan's arm, the shaft covered with twisted ridges. She strapped it around her waist, the weight of it enough to throw her movements off, dragging her forward. 'Su'rya - on your knees and suck. The sheriff deserves some lube, at least.' There was instant obedience, Su'rya dropping down and opening her mouth wide, her palms upturned on her knees. Morrigan grabbed her hair, dragging her forward, and slamming the cock into place. Su'rya took the full size of the shaft at once, her throat bulging, unable to fully control her reactions as her eyes watered. Morrigan pumped her hips back and forth, making Su'rya gasp and splutter as her throat was ravaged. Even when being throat-fucked, she still managed to maintain enough control that there was minimal dribble, most of it ending up on the cock, the dark shaft now shiny and wet. With that taken care of, she moved around behind the sheriff. Hearing her sharp intake of breath was amusing - she couldn't see what was happening, her body tensing up, trying to prepare herself for the penetration of the oversized cock. Morrigan pulled her buttocks apart, and placed the fat head of the cock against the woman's asshole, and then started to push. She started to groan and whine, breathing getting short and ragged as Morrigan forced the tight hole open, the cock slowly sliding into place. Morrigan was having to force it, the sheriff clearly unused to this sort of brutally penetrative anal sex, especially of this size, but she kept pushing deeper and deeper, withdrawing a little before thrusting as far as she could. It took effort, but she was now almost entirely inside of the sheriff now, the fat shaft forcing the tight hole to stretch, making her whine and pant. Morrigan raked nails down her back, drawing out another hiss of pain, before spanking the well-reddened ass. 'What an obedient slave you are!' She thrust with her hips, watching how wide the ass-hole was now forced to gape, the sheriff whining in time with the thrusts. It was a shame that it wasn't a double-headed cock, but it was still nice to be able to deliver some personal training. And, despite her well-muscled body, the sheriff seemed to be soft in all the right places - the cock was sliding deeper and deeper, now three-quarters of it firmly lodged in place. Morrigan reached down, feeling between the woman's legs, at how drenched her slit was. It was easy to slide a finger into her, and then another, the sheriff writhing and groaning under the dual pressures. When she thrust again, she could feel the bulk of the shaft lodged within the woman's backside, large enough to be felt even inside her pussy! She teased her fingers back and forth, drawing out deliciously loud moans and groans, before upping the tempo. Fluids trickled around her fingers, and it was easy to twist them and find the hot, tense bud and stroke it. Her writhing and moaning got even more pronounced, as Morrigan managed to bury the full length of the shaft inside of the woman's body, the asshole now forced wide open. 'An impressive feat! Maybe I should keep you plugged - to keep you nice and attentive.' The only response was a low, strangled gasp, as Morrigan drew her hips back, the cock sliding all the way out, the asshole gaping wide, not closing up before Morrigan shoved it back in, all the way. She kept flicking her fingers, able to feel the tensing of wet, slick folds, before pushing further, fingers moving faster and faster. It was more than the sheriff could handle, and her body twitched and spasmed, a strong orgasm slamming through her. She groaned, managing to restrain herself from screaming, Morrigan smiling at the sense of power she felt. 'Good. You remember how to serve. And remember - keep an eye out for any runaways, it would be nice to have a few strays. Even if it's only to use as fuck-meat.' She left the cock buried deep, unstrapping it from around her waist. 'Su'rya, get dressed, we're going back to the house. Sherrif, once I'm gone, you can get dressed and return to your duties. And you can keep the dildo - you might even get used to it after a while.' She shoved at the cock with her foot, making it twist in place, the sheriff groaning, caught between pleasure and pain still, as Morrigan left, Su'rya close behind her. Chapter 2: Bad Girls Turned Good Cool, crisp air blew against Victoria's skin, a blissful release from the brutal desert heat outside. Through the windows, she could see the cracked and sun-blasted plains - an effective deterrent against escape for the detainees, even if it was also unpleasant for any visitors. Heels clicked down the tiled hallway, sturdy doors on either side of them. She glanced through the glass panel of one - inside, she caught a brief glimpse of an "education session". A woman was suspended from the ceiling by her ankles, her head hidden, lowered into a bucket of water. Her bare skin was covered with cane-marks, as she twisted around, water splashing out, but unable to breach the surface under her own power. 'That is one of the newest intake, being put through the "breaking" part of our process. For the most stubborn, it can be a period of several months before they are ready for further training. We find it best to be harsh - the girls need to know where they stand, so that more time can be spent refining them. If you wish, then I can provide recordings of some of our sessions as well, some find them somewhat inspirational.' The speaker was a woman, dressed in a smart skirt-suit, tailored just for, with a metal collar visible around her neck. The black metal had an intricate pattern inlaid into it, showing the wearer's status - trusted enough by her owner-mistress to be in charge of giving this tour. Victoria could sense Morrigan bridling, a flare of irritation at the thought that her techniques might need improvement. Before she could say anything that might cause offense, Victoria spoke. 'Your girls do come highly praised.' 'We aim to provide nothing but the best. Although the training period is lengthy - at least three years - our customers are pleased with the results. When finished, they are fully conditioned to their new roles, able to serve and pleasure, as well as being able to function even after heavy punishment. And they can be acquired without having to deal with any problematic legal issues - they have no other contacts or people looking for them, and so will be utterly dependent on their owners.' Another doorway - through this one, Victoria could see naked female bodies bound onto X-frames, with motorized whips spinning around, striking against bare flesh. From how reddened the flesh was, they had been there for quite some time! 'If you wish, then you can see some of the breaking sessions - although I'm sure you will have seen similar, if on a smaller scale, honored mistresses. They are required to be quite forceful - there is little artistry there. The "molding" and "refining" stages are rather more interesting and engaging.' She approached a heavy security door, bending over in front of it to present her collar, thrusting her backside out, her sleek pencil skirt tight enough that Victoria could see she wasn't wearing anything beneath. The door beeped, metal bars sliding forward, as the woman led them into the next area. 'Once the raw meat has been prepared, and is able to accept commands, then they are trained in all the basics. We aim to retain some aspects of personality - we are not in the business of producing drones.' She made an indignant little sniff, as though offended by the thought. 'I must apologize for the absence of my mistress, but she had a prior engagement. I am her seneschal and will guide you as best you can.' She turned, giving them a swift curtsey, before turning around and leading them onwards, deeper into the facility. The windows into the rooms here were larger, the inmates presumably better trained - Victoria could see young women going through training, trying to walk with the correct poise and grace when wearing 4-inch heels, or even hoof-boots, their arms held stretched-out with spreader bars. One room held treadmills, used to keep the inmates moving, clamps attached to their breasts to deter delaying. Uniformed guards patrolled, cattle prods at the ready, to further punish anyone that delayed. 'Out there is where any inmates that are being troublesome are punished - it takes less resources that way, and most are remarkably well behaved after a few days in the sun.' She pointed out the window, to an internal courtyard. Metal cages hung from the walls, and two women were currently staked out on the ground, entirely naked except for leather hoods, their bodies exposed to the brutal sun. Victoria nodded in approval - that sort of treatment would inspire obedience! 'We also have isolation tanks, but we prefer to use more hands-on training. Now, you have enquired about three of our girls that are eligible for release - this way, into my office.' Another security door, this one smaller, and then up a narrow staircase, the floor beneath their feet suddenly carpeted, as they walked through an office, workers tapping away on keyboards, doing whatever administration work needed doing. In one corner, several collared women waited, on their knees, faces downcast. 'Some of our lower-grade products, getting work experience. They are suitable for general use, but not for a household such as yours.' As they walked through the office, the staff looked at them, all dipping their heads in respect - the place seemed well-run and disciplined, living up to its reputation. And even the "lower-grade products" seemed attractive enough, their collar-chains clinking, padlocked to heavy bolts on the wall. They were led into an office, tinted windows on the far wall overlooking an external exercise yard. The inmates were being put through their paces, forced to exert themselves, youthful bodies shining with sweat, getting whipped whenever they paused or gave up. The worst-performing were being punished further, made to assume pressure-positions, their backs and buttocks getting reddened with more brutal strikes. 'So, you are interested in Lyn, Ryn and Syn? They have been trained as a matched group - they complement each other, and we would very much prefer to sell them as a set.' She walked behind a large desk and sat down, steepling her fingers in front of herself, and scrutinizing Victoria and Morrigan. Victoria walked over to a wooden cabinet, looking over the curios there - small pictures of past inmates, and various tools of punishment to be used. She picked up a paddle, feeling the weight of it in her hand, giving it an experimental swing. 'Yes. They fit a number of our needs, and would make a useful addition to the household.' She rapped on the desk, the sound loud and imposing, before a side-door opened, three young women crawling through. All of them were hooded, wearing sleek leotards and thigh-high socks that emphasized their shapes, subtly edged with frills to suggest their status as maid-servants. Metal cuffs and collars were around their necks and on their wrists and ankles, polished to be as bright as they could be. Their names had been printed onto the leotards - from left to right there was Ryn (tall, athletic, stood lightly on the balls of her feet), Syn (darker-skinned, shifting with nervousness, legs spread a little wider) and Lyn (short and slender, with small breasts begging to be stretched with clamps, currently sucking in shallow, gulping pants). 'You may inspect them.' Victoria approached, making her footsteps deliberately heavy, watching their reactions - Lyn's panting got even faster, while Syn twisted her legs a little wider apart. Flicking at one of Lyn's nipples, hard and erect against the leotard, made her shiver, before Victoria grabbed and squeezed the soft mound. Lyn was short enough that Victoria could look down on the top of her head, easy to pull and push around. Through the thin material of the leotard, Victoria could feel the heat of her body, and could hear quiet whimpers from beneath the hood. Still squeezing a breast, she groped between her victim's legs, pushing the material of the leotard into her pussy, feeling the slick dampness even through it. 'All have been trained extensively to be eager and receptive. There was a certain amount of resistance, at first, but that was eliminated. Syn is particularly eager, while Lyn and Ryn are more submissive and dominant, respectively.' Victoria probed deeper with her finger, before plucking the hood off. Sky-blue eyes blinked at her, hood-mussed brown hair tumbling around a heart-shaped face, soft red lips currently pursed in concern. Victoria purred in pleasure, already imagining tears trickling from those wide, soft eyes, those lips wrapped around gag, as she continued to tease Lyn, feeling the wet heat of the slave's cunt. Morrigan unhooded Syn, revealing soft brown curls and a Latino face, downcast eyes not matching well with a poorly-suppressed grin. Morrigan slapped her around the face, watching her reaction, a hand-mark appearing on her tanned cheek. Syn gasped from the impact, her head forced to turn, but otherwise keeping her head down, being demure and obedient. 'They are used to significantly rougher treatment - Ryn once endured three days staked out in the yard. Don't worry, they won't break.' Victoria moved her grip to around Lyn's neck, those lovely lips parting in a faint sigh, and then she started to squeeze. Lyn gasped, her breath rasping in her throat, but her hips started to buck and twist, her body reacting with a fierce arousal. Victoria's finger was now fully sheathed within the slender body, the leotard-fabric stretching around it. 'Oh? You're such an eager pain-slut, aren't you?' She could feel blood pulsing through Lyn's neck, those blue eyes soft and desperate, the woman caught between choking and orgasm. She held her grip until those eyelids fluttered and then let go, Lyn staggering and almost falling. The scent of her lust was unmistakable, Victoria withdrawing her finger and holding it up, seeing juices shining there. 'I think you're going to be a lot of fun. Display position.' Lyn's hands rose up, to either side of her head, her legs spreading and tensing, rising up onto her toes. Victoria walked around her, inspecting her from behind - the position made her buttocks lovely and taut, and she couldn't resist slapping and squeezing them, leaving more marks on the woman's skin - she was paler than her companions, although the lines of a harness could still be seen, tan-marks on her skin. 'Syn, why don't you make some tea for everyone?' Morrigan's palm slapped against Syn's cheek, hard enough to make the woman's hair flick about, then she reached out and squeezed a breast, twisting it between her fingers. Despite the clear discomfort on Syn's face, she still managed to nod her head and speak. 'Yes, Mistress.' She waited until Morrigan had released her, before moving, up on her toes, towards the tea equipment, laid out and ready. As she busied herself with that, Victoria and Morrigan both descended onto Ryn. Still hooded, and with an admirably tall and lean frame, she was certainly easy on the eyes! Victoria reached out and stroked her hands along pert, firm buttocks, Morrigan feeling her arms and squeezing her biceps. Despite being groped and squeezed, there was no rebellion, although the hood over the mouth did suck in. Victoria gave her an experimental spank, watching the butt-meat ripple out from the point of impact. 'She was the hardest to break, but is practically a poster-child now - as long as you don't mind her being a little assertive with her fellow slaves. Ryn is the leader of these three - punishing her in front of them will be especially effective, as she doesn't like to be seen as weak. She also has a weakness to electrics - I once spent a delightful afternoon finding where on her body a prod would make her scream the loudest.' A'Dma'le: A slave who has been properly claimed, trained and is deserving of the honor of being collared by an Amazon mistress. Ama'Ra: "She who looks beautiful in chains", a name for a precious and beloved slavegirl. Ashvaladora: Translated as "The exalted sisterhood" but also as "Those true of blood", the members of the various Amazon tribes, without distinction. A'Vala'Deianira: Literally, "The sisterhood of Deianira", the amazon tribe that is dominant in most of Europe and North America. Deianira being one of their most beloved and fierce hero-queens, famed for never having been defeated in war or single combat back in ancient times, before "the fading", when the Sisterhoods decided they were better served by mingling with humanity, hiding in plain sight and focusing on just defending their places of power instead of claiming territory openly. - A'Vala'Sakhmet: Literally, "The sisterhood of Sakhmet", the dominant Vala in the Middle East, Africa and India, dating back to the times of ancient Egypt. Their leader is Mistress Anati Neferra, mother of Amunhet Neferra. Che'rat Dma'ne a Sunta a Motha a Cynna: Literally: "to claim/shackle/chain a slave in Body, Mind and Soul", it is a powerful formula chanted during the ritual of bonding with a slave in order to give it strength. Cynna (Soul): According to Amazon beliefs, the true essence of a being. For those of the Blood, Cynna is said to reside in the totality of their body and soul, permeating and strengthening both in a harmonious whole. For slaves it is said to solely be contained into their pussy instead, which is therefore considered to be the core of their being. Amazon philosophers cite this fact as one of the main justifications of their superiority over normal human females. Cynna'Heran: "Soul stone". An eldritch artefact forged to be a physical connection to a slave's soul giving its owner the ability to focus her will and dominance on the slave, taking control of her in the deepest of ways. In conjunction with a Cynna'Laesha, a Cynna'Heran is often part of the ritual to ensure a slave "breeds true" and produces an amazon heir for her owner. Cynna'Laesha: Literally a "Soul Leash", the artifact that is created if the Ishvid'Ta ritual is correctly performed. It connects a mistress to a slave in the most intimate of ways. Multiple bonds are possible (like that between two slaves and two mistresses at the same time) but it is exceedingly rare because the bond also takes a toll on the dominant not only on the thrall. Des'ra: "She who is the pride of her mistress", a name for a well-trained and obedient slavegirl. Dma'ne: The common and most generic term for "slave" in the ancient Amazon tongue. Dodekathara, the: the ruling council of 12 of the most prominent Amazons of the A'Vala'Deianira sisterhood. Mistress Isabel Neran Dolope is the mistress leading them as their primus inter pares. Both Eleanor van Kraag and Aisling Sheligar are both members of the Dodekathara. Dynna: A slavegirl's pussy, or more appropriately "submissive cunt" or "breeding cunt". Amazons use this specific term to distinguish a slavegirls' vagina from their own. Eshvala: An Amazon's pussy, literally "superior pussy" or "warrior pussy", but also "that which is deserving of worship". Ishvid'Tan: The ritual of bonding between one or, in rare instances, two or more slaves and their owner/owners. One of the most intimate Amazon rituals, so important that it is taught to young Amazons as they come of age, even if they are not yet initiated enough to know all of its implications. If the ritual succeeds both the mistress(es) and slave(s) reach climax in unison and feel momentary exhaustion as their essences mingle and the bond between them is formed and sealed. As they interact the bond will deepen and the dominants will start to perceive their thralls' feelings and emotions while the thralls will get a better understanding of their dominants wants and needs. The bond evolves with those involved into it, and it can go deep indeed Kerate: The act of conquest/capture/appropriation. The sacred duty and privilege of the Ashvaladora. Lei'Ra: "She who brings joy with her tongue", a name for a precious and beloved slavegirl. Lam'Hak: "Warrior queen", a great Amazon leader or hero unrivaled in her physical exploits, often considered the embodiment of true Amazonian ideals. Lam'Sera: "Witch queen", an Amazon leader famed for her mastery of the dark arts, capable of performing feats of true magic, a kind of leader often famous for her wisdom. Methra: "Mistress" but also "Owner" the honorific title a Dman'ne is supposed to use when referring to an Amazon. Motha (Mind): The ability to think, reason, make plans and learn new things. While in Amazons this is supposed to be in perfect balance with Sunta and Cynna, ruling and directing them as needed, in human females Motha it is supposedly dominated by Cynna, and more specifically by their Dynnas. According to Amazons, the focus of one's Motha resides in the brain. Myr-Velan: Literally "Place beyond the veil", a "den realm", a pocket dimensional space, a place where space folds and merges with realms that lay adjacent to our own. Den-Realms can take several forms and vary considerably in dimension. They may be islands or even archipelagos (a favorite of the A'Vala'Deianira), fjords, oases, woods, forests, hills but also palaces, castles and even houses. These places are "in misalignment" with normal reality and can only be accessed through secret pathways and portals in conjunction with the use of the correct rituals and signs of power. If those are employed correctly a person can pass through the metaphysical barrier separating the human world from the den-realm, accessing it (the passage is often accompanied by signs of some kind, form the air flickering, to sudden gusts of wind, colors becoming suddenly more vivid, and so on, besides the obvious realization of finding oneself in a different place entirely). The heart of each Sisterhood is hidden deep into these places of power and it is there that Houses keep their most valuable assets. While young Amazons may know nothing of den-realms (or about Amazon society as a whole) as they age they are introduced to the Sisterhood and when deemed ready, travel to the Den-Realm of the current Queen, where they are presented and hopefully accepted as full-fledged members of their sisterhood. Sedril: The "water of life" , the pussy juice and cum of an Amazon, which, in a full adult contains an incredible amount of pheromones specific to their race and strongly effective on human females. Experienced Amazons can use these pheromones as a powerful aphrodisiac to lure their prey into a trap or confuse them. Sedril has several effects on human females regularly exposed to it, but the two main ones are that it drastically slows down their aging process and generates strong feelings of submission and addiction in them. A human female who gets fed Sedril for some time gets stronger and faster than she previously was, Amazons claim this is intended as this way slaves can perform their duties to their owners in more efficient ways. Sunta (Body): The physical form, supposedly perfect in those of the Blood. Fully matured amazons are way stronger, faster and have more mnemonic potential than normal human women, which to them is yet another proof of their natural superiority. According to Amazon lore, the focus point of Sunta is located in the heart of any being. Un'Dma'ne: A slave who has not yet been properly collared. According to traditionalist Amazon belief, all female humans exist in this state. Some or even most can never be claimed but they are slaves nonetheless even if they don't know about this truth. In Amazon ideology, the fact these women have not been claimed just means they weren't worth the effort and/or weren't deserving of the honor. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink. Maid Cage Club Chapter 5: Required Inspection The gyn chair was cold, the metal stirrups pressing back against the backs of her legs, leather straps over the tops to keep them in place, her arms bound above her head, locked into metal cuffs that were built into the chair itself. Why did she have to be naked? The chair was sticking to her butt, stiff and uncomfortable. And the gag was uncomfortable as well, a metal ring that forced her mouth open, pressing against the soft parts of her mouth. A latex-gloved finger poked against one of her bare feet, making her shiver, pushing away the last vestiges of her tiredness. It had seemed barely five minutes since she'd gone to bed, and then she was awake again, two sets of hands grabbing at her, feeling at her body, shoving her, stark naked down the hallway, and then into a tiled room, cold on her feet. More poking and prodding, and then she had been pushed into the chair, restraints clicking tightly around her body. A bright light shone into her eyes, stinging them with hazy afterimages, and she had slowly become able to see, the two nurses the ones holding her down, still in black and white, masked and sleek. 'Hey! What's going on?' She strained against the straps on her legs, the stirrups holding her legs wide, the air cool against her crotch. The metal around her wrists was pinching tightly, scraping her wrists. The black nurse laid a hand on her wrists, shaking her head. 'You could just let me go, you know?' She could feel the pressure scraping at her skin, and she tried to settle down, not wanting to scratch her skin too badly. The rest of the room was set-up like a medical room, with mirror-fronted cabinets on the walls, and unpleasant-looking medical instruments hanging from hooks. The sight of them made Sally wince, not wanting the cold metal to be slid into her warm body, and used to spread her wide! The nurse nodded in approval. 'So what the hell are you doing? And couldn't you have let me sleep in first?' Two pairs of hands started to probe and poke at her body, feeling down her chest, cupping her breasts. The smooth, warm fingers on her nipples felt good, sending a shiver of pleasure through her, the white nurse chuckling, in a way that seemed familiar. 'Is this a thing? Am I at least getting paid for this?' She looked around - there was a camera in front of her, but it was dark, the red broadcasting light not active. 'Are you two performers as well?' Black slid a hand down her belly, spreading her palm and pressing down, pushing air from Sally's lungs. And then it slid further down, a hand against each of Sally's thighs as she knelt, eyes peering from above the surgical mask, black hair framing pale skin, at least the small amount that was on display - both the nurses were wearing gloves that went almost to their shoulders, and thigh-high stockings that covered most of their legs. The fingers suddenly pinched at her thigh-flesh, pain flaring through her legs. 'Ow! Hey!' Even the fingers then stroking along her thighs didn't ease the pain. 'What was that for?' White was stroking at her breasts still, feeling nice, even if not something she would have chosen. It was too early in the morning to be getting groped by a latex-pervert-fetish-nurse! Especially if she wasn't getting paid for it! 'You can at least say something! There's no customers, so you don't need to keep your thing going.' The fingers suddenly pinched against her nipples, swift and hard, making her gasp in pain. 'Hey! Oww!' She turned to look at White - hair cut in the same shape and style as Black, although it looked glossier, too neat and precise. Was it a wig? It was hard to tell with the surgical mask, but there was something slightly familiar about the shape of her face. 'What is this?' The door slid open, Sally craning her neck to see Rin, dressed in stylish jeans and a smart blouse, her pale arms bare. 'I know you two need to inspect her, but maybe let her know what's going on first?' Hands continued to rub at her nipples, Black's fingers sliding towards her crotch, making her body tingle. 'It's just the usual medical inspection for working at a place like this. These two are just massive dorks about the whole med-fet thing. Don't worry, it's private. Although if you do want to set something up, they don't mind. But they're a bit too into their whole stichk.' In unison, fingers pinched her thighs and nipples, making her yelp in pain. 'Yeah, they're also sadists, so... they do that. It's quite fun if you're into it though, and they're always up for putting a show on. But it's easier than having to wait for the "proper" doctor to come, and he's a bit of a handsy creep. These two are fully licensed, so they can do all the paperwork and checks, and provide whatever medicine you need. Got to take precautions, right?' 'Fine, but OWW do they need to be OW so rough? Stop bloody pinching me!' 'They like to know how much pain people can take as well. They're pretty into edgeplay, if you want needles or anything like that. They know just how much pressure to apply, how long until someone will pass out from a bag on the head, that sort of thing.' Sally wriggled against her restraints again, unable to free herself. 'Maybe some other time, just OW stop bloody pinching me! OW!' She growled, feeling it rumble through her body, trying to shake off the gripping, pinching fingers. 'Shouldn't you at least check her over fully, before having fun?' Rin leaned back, sounding amused. 'Maybe ask her to do a video, she might be up for it.' Her thighs were now red and hot and sore from the aggressive and sharp fingers, before the woman relented, instead sliding her fingers further up, gently rubbing against Sally's pussy, a skillful massage that was pleasurable to receive, her winces of pain becoming sighs of pleasure. White's fingers slid up Sally's chest, onto her neck. 'Don't you dare! I'm not into breathplay. What do you even need to check?' 'Bodily health, as well as how good you are at taking things in various holes. Don't want anything getting pushed too far and breaking!' Sally tensed up, trying to keep her asshole closed, as her pussy started to moisten and loosen from the stroking, teasing fingers. 'Do I have to be tied down for this?' White was massaging her shoulders now, fingers digging into Sally's muscles, forceful but feeling good. 'Hmmm, OK, at least this isn't all baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...' Her words turned into a drawn out hiss as a finger slid into her, warm and pleasurable, but distracting, especially as it curled up inside of her, somehow finding her most sensitive parts. 'I've got some stuff to do, so I'll leave you to it. And don't be too rough with her, you two! I want her fully functional, so nothing too nasty, at least not yet.' Black shoved another finger into her, stretching her wider, making her tense up on the chair, head swimming, relaxed partially due to White's skillful massage. Rin waved at her before taking out a phone. 'Dammit! I'm late. Have fun, Sally. It can be enjoyable if you relax into it. Or if you're into being abused by latex domme-nurses, I guess. Some people are. And I mean it - no breaking the staff! She's only just had her debut, we need to get some more use from her you stretch her too wide.' Rin spun on her heel, hair flicking out before settling down against her back, and she let herself out, the door closing behind her, leaving Sally alone with the nurses. The pleasure was making her feel all tingly and warm, especially with the shoulder massage as well, White leaning over her, but not enough to eliminate the seething irritation she felt. 'Stop poking me!' White smelled of latex and disinfectant, heavy enough to erase her natural scent. But this close, Sally could see a few wisps of natural hair poking out from beneath the wig. They turned their head, brown eyes staring at her, seeming to smile. She tried to slow her breathing, not wanting to be made to cum by the two women, no matter how good it felt. And White was far too close, her face dominating Sally's vision. 'Amberrrrrrr?!' Her attempt at speech was interrupted by the waves of pleasure tingling though her. Dammit, she'd been gang-banged yesterday, why was she so horny again? Those fingers were far too skilled, her cunt tensing up, wanting deeper, fatter penetration. White giggled. 'Took you long enough! It's been a while since we worked together.' The fingers inside of her slowed to an agonizing crawl, still within her, keeping her heat stoked, but not getting her off, clearing her head slightly. 'What the hell are you doing here?' 'Great pay. And they let me play!' 'Since when were you a domme? Or into latex?' 'I got bored of schoolgirl. Nice skirts, but this is nicer. And it's fun to dish it out rather than take it! You were a good play-partner though, we always did well together. But this time I get to be on top. And the men lap up the silent, bossy thing. Me and Bella have been raking it in! And the hours are better than hospital shifts. Shame I'm not gay, but hanging out with a lot of slutty maids is fun. Now, open wide.' Sally clamped her mouth shut, as fingers pushed against her lips, trying to force their way in. 'You want it rough? If you want, we can do that. Maybe arrange something electric?' Sally groaned and opened her mouth, the fingers sliding in. 'Good girl.' They pressed against her tongue, Amber's other hand reaching out, coming back with a dental gag. This was slid into Sally's mouth and then ratcheted wide, metal bars pushing her mouth open. 'But seriously, if you want to do something, let us know. I remember you used to be pretty tough? Although you preferred to top, didn't you?' 'Mphhhh.' The gag made it impossible to talk, but Amber seemed to get the gist of it. 'Yeah, thought so. It's been a while! Kept your figure though, haven't you? Now, lets get a measurement. You never had problems with deepthroating, but best to check.' She reached behind herself, not even needing to look as she grabbed a fat cock from where it hung on the wall, inch-marks scribbled onto it. She shoved this into Sally's mouth, until it bumped against the back of her throat, making her gag, spit swelling up around it. 'Gphhh!' Amber kept pushing. 'I know you can manage more.' She started twisting it back and forth, sliding it deeper each time, into Sally's throat. Black's fingers - Bella, apparently - were still inside of her, spreading her wide, swiftly finding her clit and teasing it. She could feel how wet she was, already annoyingly close to the edge, but with no ability to push herself forward and get over the edge. Having to breath around the cock made her feel light-headed and woozy, but the fingers were gentle, even if she couldn't get away from them. The cock went deeper in, before coming out, covered with thick, sticky spit. And then it was slammed forwards, going even deeper in. 'Ghhkkkk!' 'What? I've seen you take two at a time.' 'Ghhkkkphhh!' It was impossible to speak, between the gag and the cock. 'Wow, impressive! That'll bump your appeal up.' The cock twisted, lumps spreading her throat wide, and then it was yanked out, a rope of spittle joining it to her mouth, before snapping and splashing over her chest, sticky and slimy. The dildo was tossed aside, into a metal tub for cleaning later. 'Six inches. You won't have the record here, but you should be able to take pretty much anyone. We've got a few big guys that need special accommodation though, especially the ones that like it rough.' 'Grphhh!' Even without the cock in place, Sally still couldn't speak. 'Your teeth and gums all look fine as well. I'm not really a dentist, but gunky teeth don't sell well. And your pain reactions seem normal.' Sally tensed as her hand moved over a nipple, now wet with dribble, yanking on the flesh. 'Auphh!' 'Yeah, you'll do. Should be more than enough for most games. There's a few that take special dispensation and stuff. Lots of forms, you know how it is. All the usual "pleasure quarter" rules. Better than doing it in the backroom of a shitty club though!' 'Whpphh?' 'Yeah, there's some pretty extreme games we've got. Electroplay, breathplay caskets, all sorts of toys. I don't know where the boss got her money from, but she's kitting this place out well.' The slow, deliciously agonizing twisting of the fingers had started again, spreading her lips wide, air coiling against her wetness. Something more solid slid into her, spreading her wide, fat and satisfying. With Amber in the way, she couldn't see what was being done, but it felt like a vibrator, large and lumpy, easily sliding inwards. And then the thing buzzed into life, the head twisting and spinning, another prong poking against her slit. 'Wow, just slid right in! You were a bit of a gusher before, still got that going for you. Remember to stay hydrated though.' It felt good, the vibrations thrumming through her body and stimulating her to the core. And there was no reason to hold herself back, so she wriggled her hips forward, letting the pleasure vibrate through her, taking her to a climax, wiping her mind clean as she came with a long, low groan. A few moments later, her vision returned, her mouth trying to smile, despite the gag. Her body felt warm and comfortable now, her pussy wet, still sensitive from the rush of pleasure. Black was holding up the dildo, using her fingers to indicate how deep it had gone. 'Bit more than average. Well, just one more hole to go. You're not squeamish about it, are you?' 'Gphhh.' Sally wriggled her hips, trying to make it easier, wanting to get the thing over with. Anal wasn't her favorite, but at least then she'd be set free! Hopefully... Another dildo with measurement-marks was produced, Amber taking it, squiring lube over it. 'There's a lot of the games that involve taking it up the ass, so if you're good at that you can do well. Just remember to squeal and look ashamed - I'm told it makes for better tips.' Amber moved around her, Black moving away to let Amber move between Sally's legs, placing the fat head against her asshole. Sally tried to keep herself calm, wanting to make it as easy as possible, the lump forcing her back passage wide, getting eased back and forth as it slid deeper and deeper in. Had everyone gone through this? Imagining the elegant Rin being tied down and subjected to medical penetration seemed unlikely, but apparently this was normal. Her breathing was still ragged from the forced orgasm, and now the anal intruder was making it hard to think. It twisted and shifted around inside of her, shoving deeper and deeper, and she sank back, unable to do anything but let it happen. Did it have to be such a fat cock? How many guys had one so wide and long? And then it was pulled out with a single motion, leaving her feeling empty and deflated. 'Pretty good! You can take part in any of the contests. Some of the girls are so small and tight they can't take it.' 'Mphhh...' More dribble oozed from her mouth, her head in a daze. 'Right, just a blood sample, and then you're good to go.' A needle jabbed into her arm, Black siphoning blood into a syringe. 'We'll get that tested. You shouldn't really have been performing yesterday, but we'll fudge the dates. And you're sensible enough not to do anything, or anyone, you shouldn't. Don't worry, we vet the clients as well. At least the ones doing stuff - anyone can get a handie, but if they want to keep coming back, then we poke them, make sure they won't cause any problems. And we get to have some fun ourselves! Isn't that right, Bella?' Black nodded, before scribbling down some notes. 'She doesn't talk much. Keeps getting grumpy when I forget.' Bella growled, seemingly directed at Amber. 'Yeah, like that. Chill - she's staff, and we're backstage. Don't worry, I'll keep kayfabe in front of the customers.' Sally sagged in her restraints, drained from the probing of her body. She just wanted to go back to bed! She tightened her jaw against the metal bars of the gag, probing it with her tongue, wanting to spit it out, but it was too tightly lodged. Fingers ran along her legs, the stirrups folding back in, before the straps where undone. Metal clicked, her hands released, and she plucked the gag from her mouth, feeling her jaw relax, stretching the muscles. 'I'll let the bunny-bitch know you have a clean bill of health.' She rubbed her jaw, easing away the stretching ache. 'Great! Maybe warn me next time?' Amber shrugged, surgical mask moving in something that might have been a smile. 'That wouldn't be as much fun!' 'You used to be a lot less bossy.' 'Yeah, I think the latex brings it out.' She stood up straight, making the minidress tighten over her body. 'You should go rest, you were taking it rough yesterday.' 'I know! You set me up for it!' 'Hey, just doing a friend a favor. Wanted you to kick off well.' It takes several attempts before Sally was able to leverage herself out of the seat, her legs weak and wobbly. Black moved to support her, wrapping a latex-wrapped arm around her waist, her body warm and comforting. She supported Sally as they walked towards the exit, Sally wanting nothing more than to go back to bed! And then it would be the fresh evening shift - what would that bring? |