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Training the Heir
(Melissa DuVant)
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Training the Heir Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Troublesome Students Chapter 3: A Change of Position Chapter 10: Expedition Outside Chapter 11: Her Master's Voice Chapter 12: Melting Submission Chapter 13: Improvements and Submission Chapter 16: Breaking the Bully Chapter 17: Destruction and Acquisition of Evidence Chapter 20: A Well-Earned Reward The Mistress and Her New Toy V2: Terms and Conditions Thanks to all my backers and everyone that enjoys reading these books! Chapter 1: Troublesome Students The night air was warm, tinged with scents from the surrounding clubs and bars, lots of people out celebrating and partying, out to have fun, youthful and beautiful bodies on display. Akari winced as a door was shoved open, deafeningly loud music slamming into her, so loud that she could feel it vibrating through her body. Two young women, both in tight mini-dresses, staggered out, supporting each other, 4-inch heels making their balance wobbly, even before their obvious inebriation. They managed to make it to a wall, using that to prop themselves against, their clothing in disarray, showing more than they intended. Akari walked past, her suitcase rolling along the ground behind her. They should be more disciplined! Or at least control themselves better, especially when out in public. If she ever behaved like that, and her Master found out, she'd be in no end of trouble. She twisted her head, feeling the metal collar there, snug and comfortable around her neck, her name and a date embossed onto the inside of the metal, an O-ring dangling into the hollow of her throat. Nice and shiny and bright, the steel decorated with a swirling line of gold throughout it - that had been an unexpected gift when she'd come back from her last job! Even if Master had been mean, tying her down and removing her old collar without explaining, leaving her gagged, blindfolded and cold, hating the feeling of her bare neck, before the new collar had been sealed into position. Now, where she was going? The job had come through very quickly, cutting the planned vacation rather short - but, for the money on offer, she could take an even longer break after this one! She pulled out her phone, flicking open a map, trying to figure out where she was going. The whole area was the entertainment district - crammed with small alleyways, fringed with clubs and bars, varying from tiny places that could serve four people at once, to huge clubs with thousands of people all dancing and drinking at once. And, somewhere in here, her newest client. She backtracked, towards a tiny alleyway she hadn't even noticed before, just barely wide enough for her suitcase. As soon as she entered, the sounds dropped away to virtually nothing, the only light now a few old bulbs, showing the dirty and grimy service entrances to the glitzy and bright clubs on the main road. More twists and turns, her heels jabbing into the occasional blob of disturbingly soft something, which she forced herself not to look at, hoping it was just trash and nothing worse. The narrow passageway opened into a small square, the scents making her wrinkle her nose, but apparently she was at her destination now. A neon sign sparked off-and-on, promising "Karaoke Delights", the door open onto a poorly-lit hallway. Her phone beeped - apparently this was her destination? Well, she'd been to stranger places to give tuition, and the daughters to the wealthy did often seem to drift into places they shouldn't. There was no sign of any staff inside, so Akari walked past the front desk, lifting her case up, trying to move as silently as possible. She didn't want to get ambushed again, like last time - being forced into chastity by some bratty twins had been shameful, and very frustrating. A noise came from ahead, the familiar sound of flesh-on-flesh, and a gagged groan. Akari put the case down and pressed her finger against the security panel to open it up, pulling out some plastic zip-ties and hiding them up the sleeves of her sleek blouse. 'I can tell you like this, don't you?' Another slap and a squeal, sounding pained, Akari edging herself forward, into a hallway lined with doors into karaoke rooms, most of them closed. 'All your money doesn't mean anything to me, you're just here to entertain me.' She peered around the edge of the door, into the karaoke room. The usual couches down the walls, a screen on the far side, all the equipment scattered around. Two young women were there - one was almost naked, her arms crossed over her bare breasts, wearing just panties and black thigh-high socks, flinching away from the other, as a hand came out to pinch a bare belly. Obscenities had been scrawled onto her skin in thick black marker, along with drawings of cocks. 'I'm going to need more money from you. And I'm going to keep taking it, because you're too weak and pathetic to fight back. Just a useless rich bitch, ready to be used - maybe I'll selling off those videos I've got of you, they'd probably do well online.' The speaker was dressed, in a pair of tight leather trousers and a sleek, backless vest-top, showing off bare skin around her midriff, with a bracelet shining on her wrist and a chunky fashion belt around her trim waist. She moved in closer to her victim, standing aside and letting Akari see that the other woman was gagged, tape sealed over her mouth, "SLUT" scribbled on it, something stuffed inside and making her cheeks bulge. She readied the cuffs, edging forward, noting that the attacker was larger than she was, but not by much. Both women looked younger, in the early twenties, with similar black hair, falling to their shoulders. 'You seem to have lost your enthusiasm lately. I do hope you're not going to try and escape again - do you remember what happened last time? How much you cried when I punished you?' The victim looked as though she were about to cry again, eyes red, so focused on what was happening that she didn't even notice Akari sneaking closer. The following slap was hard and loud, making the woman's head turn, hair flicking out. A step closer, and then another, and now she was in reach. There was another slap, the arm coming back, and Akari flicked her hand forward, a zip-tie going around a wrist, giving her control, which she used to drag it over, grabbing at the other arm and then tightening the tie, pulling the wrists together. With their arms together, the woman was off-balance, enough that Akari could kick her in the back of a leg to bring her down to her knees. 'Hana Furakawa?' She ground her knee into the woman's back, forcing her over onto her belly, starting to kneel on her. 'Get off me!' Akari pushed down harder, grabbing at a moving ankle and using another zip-tie to tether it to the wrist-tie. It was a very sloppy, partial hogtie, but it would suffice, keeping the woman down on the floor, three of their limbs tethered. She was strong, Akari having to stamp on her multiple times, narrowly evading a flailing leg. 'Let me go! Who the fuck are you?' The other woman flinched away, pressing herself back against the wall and making fearful squeaking noises, rocking herself back and forth, as Akari managed to capture the last limb, tethering the other ankle in place. 'Kindly watch your language. Now, you are Miss Furakawa? The picture I was given was rather blurry.' The one on the floor continued to wriggle around, swearing profusely, the other one flinching at the sound, tears trickling from her eyes, not looking at Akari. Whoever she had cuffed and tied was stubborn, Akari almost getting pulled to the floor by their wriggling. More stamps, and their cursing became whines and groans, Akari reaching for a roll of silver tape, grabbing a handful of thick, black hair to pull the head back and then taping their mouth up. 'This is... not what I was expecting.' She stepped away from the hogtied woman, approaching the other one, who flinched away, pressing herself back against the wall, still without meeting Akari's eyes. 'Well, the description was rather vague. Now, are you Miss Furakawa?' She reached out, taking hold of a corner of mouth-tape and yanking it away, causing a gasp of pain but freeing the mouth. A pair of panties, sticky and wet, splatted out onto the floor. When Akari repeated the question, there was a whimper and a slow nod. 'Hmm, I suppose this will be different than normal.' She bowed from the waist, keeping her upper body straight. 'I have been sent to be your tutor, Miss Hana. As the heir to the Furakawa conglomerate, then it is felt that you are in need of certain improvements before you can rise to the position of chairwoman. I will be responsible for ensuring that you meet the requiring standards.' The woman was still looking down at Akari's feet, shoulders hunched - Akari had been expecting an out-of-control brat, not this timid, bullied thing! And now she could read some of the graffiti daubed over her naked body - "cum-dump", "fuck-pig", a drawing of an ejaculating cock on her smooth, pale belly. 'Hey! Who the hell are you?' Hands grabbed her from behind, another female voice yelling as she was wrenched off-balance, stumbling over the woman she had hogtied. A hand clapped over her mouth, silencing her. 'And what the hell have you done to boss Kagami?' She felt a hand slid over her breast, nails scratching as it pushed beneath her blouse, buttons falling to the floor. She was too small and off-balance to fight back, getting dragged around, her blouse now open, and then she was pushed down. Her hands were pulled behind her back and her legs twisted back, tape tearing as she was bent into a hogtie herself. Tape wrapped over her, dragging at her stockings and sticking to her skin as she was contorted into a hog-tie herself, belly-down on the ground, dirty carpet prickling against her skin. When she opened her mouth to protest, more tape wrapped around her face, sticking her hair down, the glue tasting awful, her lips sealed with the stuff. With time, she'd be able to wriggle free - Master had used the stuff on her often enough that she knew how to do that - but she needed time to do that. And this floor was gross and dirty! Hands pulled at her skirt, unzipping it and dragging it off her body, leaving just her stockings on her lower half. She grunted in protest, trying to twist to stay as off the floor as possible, years of spilled drinks having soaked into place. With a squeal of pain, the woman she had bound was ungagged, tape getting torn off. 'Get this off me! And take her to the dungeon. She's some bitch sent to teach Hana or something. Well, Hana's our little piggy-bank - so we can teach this woman a lesson.' Hands plucked off Akari's shoes, making her protest - they were expensive, and had been gifts from Master! But she was powerless, two pairs of hands picking her up and carrying her. Both were young women, dressed in club-wear. They weren't gentle, Akari grunting in pain, trying to see where she was being taken through the dark hallways. Low electric lights reflected off worn, grimy wood, leather and metal - it looked like a standard BDSM dungeon, except everything was old and worn down, in desperate need of a clean. The smell of sweat, piss and pussy was intense enough to make Akari wrinkle her nose, even worse than the taste of the tape-glue. 'Let's put her in that.' Akari was flipped over, made to stare up at a dirty, smoke-stained ceiling, her blouse getting pulled completely open, leaving her chest bare except for her bra. Something creaked and she was lowered down, her neck going into a padded curve, metal coming down and locking her into place. A set of stocks? Bound into the hogtie, she could barely move, the position straining her back and neck. The tape was so sticky, it wasn't even starting to yield! 'Sara! Get back here and help me. Himari, start punishing that bitch.' The shout came from outside - that must be the woman that Akari had tied up. From here, Akari couldn't see anything, unable to angle herself enough to see what was going on, only able to hear movement, one of her captors leaving, the other still in the room. More restraints lined the room - a X-cross, several cages, a chair with a spiked seat and leather cuffs on the arms and legs. The footsteps got closer again, a foot pushing against one of her knees, pushing her leg aside. Something flicked through the air, and then multiple hard lumps cracked against her belly, knocking the wind from her. 'Who are you? Some crazy weirdo, attacking Kagami like that! Nice clothing though - if that skirt fits I might have that. As long as Kagami doesn't want it.' The flogger hit Akari's belly again, the impact weak and without conviction, but still making her jaw tighten, feeling annoyance and pleasure start to swell. She'd come here expecting to need to tame Hana, not with a group of bullies, or whoever these were! More flogger-strikes, the leather cords tied into hard knots at the end, striking without any rhythm against Akari's breasts and belly, not even targeting her slit. Whoever they were, they weren't very good at it, although the restraints were still holding, Akari twisting her wrists and shoulders, feeling the tape slowly start to flex, the glue beginning to wear off. Swearing exploded from out of sight, getting closer and closer. Akari smiled, at least as much as she could with the tape-gag in place - the one in charge was probably still zip-tied, at least partially. The plastic ties were much tougher than they looked, and hard to cut through, impossible to break with strength alone. The flogger strikes got harder, moving down her belly, some now striking against her crotch. She squirmed, unable to resist her reflexive twitches, feeling herself getting wet. Not being able to touch herself was frustrating - Master had been teasing her for weeks, without letting her get off! It was his fault she was so damn sensitive right now. 'Are you enjoying this? What the fuck is wrong with you?' The next strike hit her squarely on the pussy, making her twitch around despite the lack of force. She couldn't control herself from thrusting her hips forwards, wanting more, or a full cock or dildo inside of herself! 'I guess some of Hana's relatives wondered where she was?' Another impact, Akari sucking in a deep breath, shuddering at the taste-scent of the tape. 'Who the fuck is she? Dammit Sara, move me closer. Himari, hit her harder.' The strikes increased in force, Akari feeling her senses blur, her pleasure increasing. Damn it, why couldn't Master have allowed her at least one orgasm before sending her here, to make this less distracting? She could hear her own gasps and whines, garbled through the tape-gag, ashamed by how pathetic she sounded - but Master had kept teasing her without release, making her body desperate and weak! And she couldn't not be hit, so surely it was fine? She spread her legs a little wider, at least as much as she could, still unable to see, just hearing more of the ungainly movement and little grunts of effort. 'How'd she even know to come here? She must be like that private investigator bitch that came sniffing around before. Well, I guess we'll be taking a lot of videos of her. Enough to persuade her to do whatever we want!' Akari tensed up. That was her Master's choice, not whoever the hell these women were! There was a little more flex in the tape now, but not enough to get free, and the metal bar was still over her throat, stopping her moving. 'I should be able to get a lot for the videos. She's hot - even if a little old.' Akari hissed - she was barely out of her twenties! And still got asked for ID sometimes! These bitches would pay for that, once she got out of here. One of her wrists was part-free already, the tape pulling and plucking at her skin, hurting a little, but her captors didn't seem to notice. The flogger-strikes continued, hard knots hitting her inner thighs and her slit, hot pleasure flowing up from her belly and into her spine. Dammit, couldn't Master have let her get off before she started this job? Trying to think of anything other than the desperate desire between her thighs was increasingly hard, and she was so horny that it was useless to try and resist. Each strike of the flogger drove her closer to the edge of release, the abuse her attackers were spouting fading into softness. She came, her body tensing. The metal bar pressed against her throat, a dim shadow of the strength of Master's hands, but still a satisfying pressure. The orgasm was intense, slamming away any other thoughts, the first she had experienced in far too long, utterly overwhelming and blasting away her consciousness, and she blacked out, falling into a blissful daze. The aftermath of the orgasm consumed Akari's awareness, rendering her barely conscious. Master had been teasing her far too much during their break, keeping her constantly edged. And even when taking her out, to dinner or the theatre. Having to sit there in the darkness, a toy lodged inside of her, desperately squirming, not wanting to succumb to a screaming orgasm in the middle of the show! The seat beneath her had been drenched with her juices afterwards. She forced herself towards consciousness, feeling herself being dragged around. Bland concrete hallways, the back passages of this place even worse than those she had seen before. If the place had ever been a functioning business, that hadn't been recently, with storerooms filled with plastic-sheet covered blocks, faded posters of old pop stars on the walls. The tape-gag still covered Akari's mouth, the taste overwhelming and horrible. Kagami walked in front, wheeling Akari's case. Akari was supported by Sara and Himari, holding her by her arms, her feet dragging on the floor. She stayed limp and passive, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She needed to deal with these three! Either take out Kagami, the leader, first, and make the two followers fall in line, or get them first, and weaken Kagami that way. But she needed to free herself first! They stopped in front of a door, Kagami waving the other two back, metal clicking and clacking before the thing opened, Akari getting dragged through. 'Get her up. And then fuck off, I'm going to record some videos with whoever this bitch is. Make her nice and obedient, unless she wants to get famous in all the wrong ways!' Akari was dragged inside - a camera was on a tripod, in front of a stark white sheet. Cuffs dangled from the ceiling, Akari getting hauled over to them, the metal locking over her wrists. Staying limp hurt now, the cuffs biting into her skin, but she kept herself passive. More BDSM gear was in here, whips and crops, several fetish outfits discarded in the corners. Spotlights blinked on, making the white sheet blindingly stark beneath her, Sara and Himari scuttling out, the door shutting behind them. Kagami approached, reaching out and grabbing hold of Akari's breasts, squeezing them hard and twisting. The pain surged, Akari unable to resist making a low moan. 'I thought you'd woken up! Time to make you regret coming here.' She gave Akari's breasts another twist before stepping back, Akari standing up, glad to take the pressure off her wrists. Kagami was a little taller than she was, her heels pushing her further up, letting her look down at Akari. Red marks were still visible on her wrists, where the zip-ties had pinched and chafed. 'Someone else sent to look after Hana, I suppose? Well, she's my ticket to wealth now - I'm not going to let anyone else have her. And I'm going to make sure that you don't do anything to ruin that. I'm sure a tutor wouldn't want to have her reputation ruined by videos of her on the internet?' She reached out, stroking Akari's cheek before grabbing her hair and wrenching her head back, staring into her eyes. Akari met her gaze, moving her wrists in the cuffs, the metal too tight to slide out of. She could bend her fingers enough to touch the metal rings though, recognizing them as simple, cheap cuffs - if she had time, and a lockpick, she could get out. 'You're not bad looking - videos of you would sell well.' She ran her hand down Akari's belly, groping between her legs. 'And you came just from behind whipped! Are you some kind of pervert?' Her fingers were hard and fumbling, without any attempt at pleasure, Akari's juices slightly sticky on her thighs. 'Let's see what's in your case.' She pinched at Akari's skin before turning away, going over to her case. While she was turned away, Akari tested her bonds again. It might be possible to slip out of the cuffs with a lot of straining and probably breaking her skin, but that would take time. They were connected to chains bolted onto the ceiling, that looked far too strong for her to bring down, with her own slight weight. Kagami swore, before picking the case up and swinging it at the wall, Akari wincing at the noise of the collision. At least the case itself was reinforced, the shell tough enough to be able to withstand the battering! More crashes, the paint starting to chip, dents forming on both the case and the wall before Kagami tossed it aside. 'I guess I won't be able to steal your passport then. Or find out who you are. I don't need a name to have some fun though.' She glared at Akari before turning to the messy, stacked-up gear, Akari struggling to see through the bright light, just about able to make out metal, plastic and leather sheens. The room stank of sweat, fear and sex as well - she wasn't the first captive to be brought here. Looking more closely, she could see that the sheet beneath her was stained as well, patches of dried fluid soaked into it. Kagami lifted up a mask, a white plastic curve that covered her face, a red scar-slash over one eye, and then picked up an arm-length metal rod, jabby prongs at one end, Akari recognizing it as a cattle prod. 'I don't even need to know your name, but I'm going to take some nice videos. If you're naughty or disobey, then they're going to get released, so everyone can see you.' Kagami pulled the trigger, electricity snapping between the prongs, before she picked up the camera from the tripod. A red light blinked on, showing it was recording, Akari reflexively turning her face away from it. Master wouldn't like it if recordings of her went public! Or might just make her watch them while punishing her, which might be even worse! Kagami approached, moving the camera towards Akari's face, making sure to capture it. 'You're quite hot for a teacher.' The prod moved forward, touching against Akari's hip, then scratching up over her stomach, sliding between her breasts. She winced, trying to pull back, soon reaching the limits of her movement - a shock to her heart would really hurt! It slid back down, around behind her, as Kagami moved, now filming her from behind. The thing poked into her buttocks, and then pain flared as it snapped, conducting a charge into her, making her squeal in forced pain. Another jab, but now she was better prepared, making less noise. When she got out of this, then Kagami would be severely punished! 'Hana belongs to me, and I'm not letting her go. I'm not going to be poor, ever again - I'm going to take all her money, everything she has!' Kagami stepped back into sight, holding the camera steady, then jabbing the prod back into Akari's belly and pulling the trigger. The shock was strong and vicious, forcing her stomach muscles to cramp up, just like being punched. It was impossible not to gasp in pain and shock, feeling the electricity tingle through her, her body twitching around. Her face twisted, the tape-gag holding strong. 'I think something else might be needed. Something more forceful. You're tougher than Hana, aren't you?' Two more shocks in quick succession, Akari's torso tensing up, her weight on her wrists, making them ache and throb as the cuffs bit into her. 'But I can make you squeal.' She moved the prod down, sliding the shaft through Akari's slit, the metal cold against her skin, sliding easily into place. Akari tried to squirm away, pulling herself further upwards, but she had barely any range of movement, having to endure the thing penetrating her. 'You got off from being beaten! Are you some kind of perverted masochist slut? Do you like pain?' Akari growled, through the tape gag. There was nothing wrong with masochism! It felt good - especially when Master tied her down and spanked her, nice and hard. She just needed to get some time to free herself, and then she'd make Kagami scream and squeal herself, before getting on with the job she'd come here to do. The prod slid back and forth, stimulating her further, before sliding out, the prongs resting against her lower lips. She tried to draw back, but could only manage about half a pace before her restraints were tight, the prod easily following her movements. The eyes of the mask were dark, Kagami's expression impossible to see. The shock was sudden and vicious, conducted straight into Akari's most sensitive parts, her vision getting hazy. She sucked in a deep breath, getting the full taste of the tape in her mouth and up her nose, the shock jangling through her, stimulating her even through the pain. A second followed soon after, her lungs starting to burn and ache. That thing was set onto one of the highest settings! 'Hmmm, you really are quite tough! But I've got plenty of toys here. This place used to be a love hotel, so there's all kinds of fucked-up stuff to use. Can't believe there's freaks that are into this sort of thing - but I suppose you're one of them, aren't you?' She slid it back through Akari's slit, harder this time, before pulling it out and tossing it aside, the thing sliding into the darkness and bouncing off a wall. Kagami put the camera on the tripod, the thing still recording, then started rummaging through the equipment again. 'When you're more obedient, I'm going to make you dress up and pose. You'd make a good slutty schoolgirl, wouldn't you? I bet men love your body.' Akari tugged on her wrists, still seeking a weakness. She just needed more time to get free! 'This won't be the first time you've taken a cock, so let's get that over with.' She turned back around, now holding a large dildo, the thing wobbling in her hand. She swung it, slapping it against her palm, hard enough to make a noise. As she moved closer, Akari could see that it wasn't clean, the black silicone stained and dirty. Akari shuddered, trying to pull away, ignoring the pain in her wrists, the metal clicking as she hit the limit of her movement. 'Hana's too tight to take this all, but it's fun to make her try. You've probably been used a lot more though, haven't you?' She held the thing in front of Akari's face - the smell of dried spit, lube and pussy-juice was strong enough to overwhelm the tape-scent, making her feel nauseous. It was almost a relief when it was lowered, the thing rubbed between her legs. She tried to twist away, tensing up her thighs, wanting to keep it away, but Kagami simply wrapped an arm around her waist and used that to hold her in place, sliding the fat dildo between her thighs. It rubbed against her crotch, slightly squishy, getting warmed up by her body heat, her juices helping it to move. She could feel all the bumps and lumps along the shaft, unable to fully suppress her own excitement and desire, despite the little red gem-eye of the camera, showing she was being recorded. The tip slid into her, forcing her body wide, making her gasp again. Her pussy tightened around it, drawing it deeper in, Kagami moving it back and forth, pushing it a little deeper each time. There wasn't anything else she could do except endure, letting the pleasure build up, steadily increasing. Although Kagami was rough and heavy-handed, pushing it in fast and hard, Akari's body aching as it tried to stretch enough to accept the fat shaft. 'Maybe I should shove this in your ass? Although you're small enough that might hurt you.' A hand slapped against Akari's buttocks, and she tightened her lips, not wanting to give Kagami the satisfaction of making any noise. The dildo was distracting through - even the painful size of it was starting to give way to steady waves of pleasure, the thing just the right combination of hard and soft inside of herself, her pussy squeezing it. Not as nice as Master's cock, but it still felt good! Kagami started to pump the thing faster and faster, Akari's breathing quickening, only able to breathe through her nose, feeling her senses start to blur. Her hips were pulsing in time with the cock-thrusts, her body succumbing to desire. It was drawn out of her body completely, making her whine in disappointment, hips sliding forward, trying to keep it in. 'Wow, you really are desperate! Shame there's not one of those chastity belt things here. I wonder how you'd react to that?' Akari growled through the tape-gag, or at least tried to. She didn't want her pussy locked away! But the desire was still strong between her legs, her thighs wet with her own juices. Kagami flicked her wrist, the heavy length of the dildo-shaft slapping against Akari's bare belly, leaving a smear of pussy-juice there. Another strike, this one harder, knocked the air from her lungs, before Kagami walked around behind her. A hand slapped against her buttocks, a short, hard spank, the woman leaning in, whispering into Akari's ear. 'You're just another toy for me to play with, just like Sara and Himari. I'm going to drain you dry and then sell you off. I'm the only one that knows the code to get in here - and I've got recordings of everyone, just in case they cross me. Sara and Himari are nice and loyal, and Hana's a broken, dumb bitch. But you're new - and it looks like you're wealthy. I'm going to drain you dry!' Kagami spanked Akari again, making her buttocks throb. Then the tip of the dildo slid between her ass-cheeks, starting to push against her butthole. Akari forced herself to relax, not wanting to make it any more painful, glad that her juices lubricated the thing at least a little. 'You've probably been fucked there before, haven't you?' Kagami was twisting the thing around, forcing Akari's asshole to stretch out, Akari acutely aware of her pathetic gasps and whimpers. It ached, but it was a lot better than chastity! It started to push into her, just a little at a time, stretching her out. Her vision blurred, the thing a painful distraction, before Kagami spat, the wetness making it slide in a little more easily. 'I'm never going back to being poor again! Hana's going to be my main piggy-bank, but I'm going to drain you as well. And then I imagine there's someone else that might want you - you're quite sexy, so one of the clubs or bars might find you useful to have around.' Akari grunted, the sound becoming a stretched-out whine as the dildo shoved further into her. She belonged to Master, no-one else! Once she got out of here, then she'd capture and punish Kagami - see how she reacted to having this oversized cock shoved into her ass! It was getting harder and harder to think though, as it pushed deeper up and into her, into her bowels, violating her body. Whenever she instinctively tensed up around it, it made the muscles of her ass-ring ache, stretched wider than normal. And every bump of the shaft stretched her even wider, adding another extra little sting of pain. When Kagami gave the thing a twist, Akari shuddered, forced into an awkward, jerking dance, trying to relieve the internal pressure, even as she put more weight and strain onto her wrists. 'Damn, you're tight! Can't even get it half in.' It felt massive already - the whole thing inside of her would stretch her out even more! Another shove, another portion forced into her, the thing now securely wedged in place, held there by her body, Kagami letting go and walking back in front of her. Akari was too weak and drained to even try and shake her hips to get it out, simply sagging in place, hating how pathetic she felt. 'This is just the start!' Kagami stroked Akari's cheek, before going to the door and opening it. 'Himari! Get your dumb ass up here and take this bitch downstairs.' She walked over to a heap of clothing, picking up a blindfold, before approaching Akari with it, opening the thing up. It was dirty, with hair-strands stuck to the inside, and Kagami strapped it over Akari's face, blinding her. She could hear footsteps approach, going limp as she was taken off the cuffs holding her up, getting dragged away, still with the thing in her ass. Chapter 3: A Change of Position Akari's ears were sharp, acutely aware of any sound. She was suspended by her wrists again, skin aching, her feet about touching the dirty ground. The blindfold was still in place, and the thing in her ass, to big to force out. She was naked, stripped of everything except her collar, handcuffs on each wrist tethering her to a horizontal bar above her head, her shoulders aching a little from the pose. Every time she moved, the ass-dildo shifted around, pleasure and pain rippling through her. A rubber ball had been wedged between her teeth, a strap around her head - she flushed slightly as she remembered her groans of pleasure, echoing off the concrete walls. That was Master's fault, for sending her out here after denying her for so long! When she moved, the metal cuffs scraped along a pipe, the sound loud enough to make her ears ache. Had anyone heard that? She couldn't hear anything, or anyone, just herself, and Kagami and her minions didn't seem the types to hide. She tried to push the ballgag out with her lips, feeling the strap tighten around her head, but there wasn't enough give to get it out. Her wriggling sent throbs of desire up through her hips, the dildo inside of her painfully large, her body wanting more from it, rather than it just being passive and still. The first order of business was to get out though - and to try and capture those three women, so that Hana could begin being tutored. Akari twisted her wrists, glad of her small frame and slender wrists, wincing a little as she scraped her skin pulling her wrists through the metal loops. With that done, it was easy to reach between her legs and tear out the dildo, her asshole throbbing as it slowly closed after the long violation. She let it drop to the floor, stained with her juices. Next was the blindfold, coming off her face and letting her see. It seemed she was in a room filled with BDSM equipment, although all of it looked worn, grimy and in need of repair and cleaning, if not getting thrown out! Stuffing leaked out of the padding on an X-cross, while a heavy metal chair had one of the leather straps on the arms visibly broken. Paddles and whips had been tossed onto the floor, and she shuddered when she saw a ballgag, the red sphere covered with dust, stuck there by dried spittle. The one in her mouth suddenly tasted vile - was that just as dirty? She stroked around her head, feeling for the gag-buckle and releasing it, letting that drop to the floor, swallowing back a load of dribble. Now she was free, it was time to explore - from what she could remember, she hadn't been taken outside, so was still in the same place, whatever the karaoke-place-slash-sex-dungeon was. Walking barefoot over the sticky, gross floor made her wince, feeling it on her soles. Why couldn't she be sent to a client that looked after themselves and lived somewhere nice for once? Although this was, at least, better than the mansion those bratty twins had lived in! A whimper sounded through the still air, making her freeze, cautiously peering around the corner. Hana was there, tied onto an X-cross, limbs held spread and just as naked as Akari was. Her pale skin was mottled and streaked with red welt-marks, the woman's mouth still sealed with a tape-gag. She saw Akari looking at her, sagging in her restraints. Blocky metal padlocks sealed the leather straps holding her onto the cross, making it impossible for Hana to leave. 'Hana Furakawa? I am Miss Akari Musubime, and I have been sent to tutor you. Once I get free, at least. I would surmise that those three have been tormenting you?' Hana's eyes flickered around, her face tight and fearful, face shifting beneath the gag, making mumbled gasps. 'I thought so. There will be time for more explanations later, and a chance to punish them.' She ran her fingers through her hair, until she felt a hairpin, sliding it out and bending it straight. 'Have they been blackmailing you or similar? Although you are not able to inherit before your twenty-first birthday, you are going to be a very wealthy woman once you do receive your family company. Such a shame what happened to your parents, and so young! This is not what I expected, though.' She slid the hairpin into a padlock, gently twisting it around, listening for the tumblers, sensitive to the slight changes of resistance. With Hana's soft whines and blubbers, it was harder to hear the clicks of the tumblers, but she could feel the changes of resistance, gently guiding and twisting the metal. 'Are they likely to come back soon?' Hana's eyes twitched nervously, but then she shook her head, hair flicking over her eyes. 'Good.' Akari managed to get one lock open, Hana's arm dropping listlessly to her side. 'I have been sent to tutor and train you into being an upstanding and proud young woman - but I was not expecting this.' She'd been expecting another lazy, slutty brat instead! A sound made her tense up, Hana squeaking into her gag, a trail of dribble splashing down her body, atop the scribbled abuse. Footsteps, and an annoyed grunt - Akari darted backwards, pushing herself against the wall, half-hidden behind the tattered bondage throne. 'Bloody Kagami! Just because of that freak, she's getting all pissy and bitchy.' It was one of the three bullies, still dressed in club-wear, now carrying a plastic shopping bag. 'Don't see why I should have to feed the two of them. Hana's only useful for cash, and I've no idea who that new bitch is.' She walked towards Hana, who was holding her freed up as though it were still restrained. Hana made a faint whine, tears sparkling in her eyes. 'Stop moaning! We've not even been that rough with you lately. Kagami keeps talking about getting you tattooed, so be thankful you've not got "slut" inked over your belly.' She reached out, squeezing at one of Hana's breasts, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a tin of cat food. 'Time for you to eat. Don't get bitchy and start fighting back, I'm not in the mood to punish your dumb ass right now! Although it might be nice to see if I can find those clamps and put them on your tits again. That made you cry before! But not as much as doing that to your cunt.' Akari crept closer, as silently as possible, looking around for anything that might help her. Tossed over the top of a cage was a pair of leather cuffs attached by a chain, Akari picking it up, careful not to let the chains clatter. The woman slapped Hana, first across the face, then across the belly, before opening the tin of food. It smelt gross - meaty and processed, even worse than the food-goop that Master sometimes fed Akari! She snuck closer, waiting for the moment to strike, the woman continuing to abuse Hana. 'When I'm done with you, I've got to feed that wierdo as well. Fuck knows where she's come - here to try and help you, I guess. But you're never getting free! Otherwise Kagami's going to release all those videos we've taken of you, and then everyone will know what a desperate slut you are.' Akari reached out, grabbing at the neck of the woman's top and dragging her backwards, the bag falling to the floor. They were taller than she was, especially now she was barefoot, but hadn't been expecting an attack, Akari twisting her weight and flipping them to the floor, then straddling them and pulling their wrists together, the cuffs buckling into place. Legs flailed, before Akari stiffened her fingers and jabbed them into a kidney, drawing out a loud squeal of pain. More strikes, the curses turning into groans of pain, Akari stretching over and picking up the bag, pouring it out. Then she twisted it around and pulled it over the woman's face, tight against the mouth and nose. The curses and gasps got even quieter, and she could feel the desperate twisting and writhing, air puffing against the other side of the plastic, before being sucked into a gaping mouth. Akari dropped her weight several times, forcing more air from the woman, until the body went limp beneath her. Another few seconds, and then she pulled the bag away, looking around for somewhere to restrain them. A bench wasn't fair away, securely bolted to the floor, and Akari dragged the woman onto it, uncuffing her for a second to reattach them, now with the chain running through one of the support-bars holding the bench up. A coil of rope, discarded into a heap, was close at hand, and she looped it around an ankle, tying it into place, then up around the support-strut, looping it around the woman's neck, and then tying it off around the other ankle. If she resisted too much, then she'd choke herself! And she was already starting to regain consciousness, eyelids fluttering. The position, on her back, made her minidress ride up, exposing soft thighs, Akari pushing the dress up to reveal a thong. She raised her hand and then slapped it down, right against the woman's slit, through the thong. They gasped, tensing up, and then hacking and spluttering as the leg tightened over their throat. Akari leaned in close, tickling her fingers up a thigh, then stroking against her pussy through the material. 'I think it's time to have a conversation about what is happening here. Miss Hana, kindly pay attention, as this may be useful for you later.' She flicked her fingers down in another short, sharp strike, a vicious little slap against the pussy, before tearing the thong away, to reveal the neatly-shaved slit beneath. 'It seems as though the three of you have been abusing Hana for your own purposes? That was rather unwise of you. Now I have you to deal with, as well as educating Hana.' Akari could see the woman trying to raise her head, before reaching the limits of the rope and starting to choke herself, face going red and sinking back down. Akari started to tease her, fingers spreading the lips wide and tickling at the exposed folds, before she stood, yanking the dress all the way up to her captive's waist, exposing her more fully. 'Get off! Fuck off, crazy bitch!' The woman twitched and shook, smacking herself against the bench in a desperate attempt to get free. Fortunately, the thing was well-made, entirely unmoved by her motions. 'Firstly, where is my case? If you have discarded it, then I will be very upset.' Akari raised her foot and then stamped down onto the exposed pussy, grinding her heel down, enjoying the squirming squeals of pain. 'I would advise answering quickly.' She leaned forward, putting more of her weight on the woman, her heel forcing itself into them. 'Oww! Get off!' There was another series of pained chokes and coughs, Akari leaning forward, looking down at the woman - her makeup was neatly done, but now messed up with tears and choke-spittle, her hair flopping away from her face. 'With the equipment here, things can get much worse for you.' She stamped down again, then removed her foot, taking the broken leather strap from the throne. It was almost as wide as her hand, fat and heavy. She raised it up, then slapped it down as hard as she could, aiming for the woman's pussy, the strap smacking against their exposed skin. They screamed, loud enough to make Akari's ears ache. 'Do that again, and I'll gag you before continuing. Now - where is my case?' They were blubbering in pain and fear now, their body going limp. 'Kagami tried to get it open but couldn't! It's in the hallway outside!' Akari let the strap dangle, lightly tapping it against tender pussy-lips, each touch sending a shiver through the woman. 'Stay. Don't move, or make a sound.' There was a tight sob as Akari moved away, looking outside the room. As promised, her travelling case was outside, the tough outer shell now marred with dents, but the locks had held. It looked as though someone had tried to smash it open with a baseball bat or by slamming it against a wall! Akari sighed, then wheeled it into the room. She sat atop the bound woman, enjoying the feeling of skin against her thighs, and the way the air whooshed from the woman's lungs, reaching over her and pressing her thumb against a hidden panel to unlock the case. 'I only bought equipment for one person, but I suppose we can make do. First, what is your name?' She slid her fingers around the case until she found the slender metal chains she was looking for, tipped with spiked and sprung clamps, holding them up to be seen. 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. Mistress and Her New Toy V2: Terms And Conditions Tamsin tried to move, feeling how she was restrained. Her arms were behind her, wrapped around with tape from her hands all the way up to her elbows, with her hands forced into fists. When she tried to flex her fingers, she could feel the tape shift, sticking to her fingers, strong enough that she couldn't break out of it. Leather covered her eyes, a blindfold strapped into place, blinding her, and there was an oversized gag in her mouth, dribble spilling out and soaking into her t-shirt, making it sticky and gross. A ridge dug into her back - probably a chair back, rope going above and beneath her breasts, holding her securely into place. Her legs were held spread, her thigh-high socks thin enough that she could feel the rope prickling and rubbing her ankles, more of it wrapped around her knees, holding her legs spread. 'Mphhh!' She shook her head, feeling the ropes tighten over her chest, rubbing even through her top. 'I suppose we should begin then.' 'Mrhhh?!' The voice was female, and close - and one she sort-of recognized, but couldn't quite place. A finger poked into her breast, before sliding up and hooking beneath one of the ropes, making the others even tighter, the prickling compression getting stronger. 'Apparently you're something of a brat? Well, that can be cute... in limited amounts.' 'Mphhh!' Tamsin started to try and wriggle and twist more, testing the strength of the knots, feeling the ropes take her movement, pressing back on her, keeping her securely pinned. She could twist her weight about a bit, but having her legs pinned high up made it harder to move, and the chair-back was starting to press against her, making her twist and writhe to try and make it more comfortable. 'Ah, there we go. A good submissive would be nice and polite and quiet while the mistress is talking.' 'Mphhh!' Every time she tried to speak, her jaw tensed around the gag-ball, and more dribble splashed onto her chest, making her top sodden and sticky. 'I'm quite confident in my rope-work, but feel free to test it.' The finger twisted, making the ropes tighten more, and letting Tamsin feel which ones were connected. 'I've been asked to help make you into a better submissive - one that is less prone to being a bloody nuisance.' The finger slid out, before a hand groped her breast. Through the thin material of her top, Tamsin could feel that it was wrapped in what felt like latex, the feeling of the touch different even through her clothing. It stroked her skin, making her twist in pleasure, the strokes light and pleasurable, before pinching her nipple. 'I do like a challenge though. So, to make things entertaining for both of us, I'm going to lay out some rules.' Another hand touched against her knee, before sliding up her leg. When it touched the bare skin of her thigh, above her high socks, it was slippery-smooth latex again, before moving between her legs, lightly tracing her lower lips, beneath her panties. The touches were light and teasing, and she felt her body react, stirring her up. 'You may try and free yourself as you will - if you can remove your collar, then I will let you go, and even pay you for your time.' Tamsin's skin crawled, her shoulders tensing as she turned her neck - it was currently bare. But she didn't like the thought of a collar, of something so tight around her throat, and of the ownership it normally signified. 'I'll even ensure that the key is somewhere close by to you - no trickery, but you'll need to work for it. If nothing else, then I suppose it will help me improve.' The finger between her legs was joined by another, tickle-teasing against her lips, and Tamsin tried to wriggle away, hearing the chair creak, the thing rocking slightly. 'See? This sort of thing is why other dommes think you're a pain in the ass. But now it's time for the collar - you should be honored, my last submissive had to work for over a year before she was permitted to wear it!' 'Nphh!' Tamsin tried shaking her entire body, the chair-creaks getting louder, before a hand grabbed her throat and squeezed. It cut off her air, turning her protest into a drawn-out whine before she slumped back down, not wanting to waste all her strength in fighting back when she was clearly outmatched, at least for now. 'It's a nice collar as well - thick, sturdy metal, and it needs a special key to open.' The teasing fingers moved away from her slit, a hand gathering up her hair to keep it away from her neck, and then metal pressed against her neck. It was cold, and felt far too solid, a thick band pressing against her skin. 'It's made just for you - cost me a pretty penny! So I hope you'll be entertaining enough to be worth it, or I'll have to find someone else with exactly the same neck size.' It was wrapped into place, clicking shut, sealed closed, draining off her body heat. A wave of stifling, crushing claustrophobia rippled through her, and Tamsin's struggles intensified, as she threw herself against the ropes, hard enough to make the chair shake. The hands withdrew, leaving her to it, and she felt the chair twist to the side, legs scraping against a floor. But no matter how she twisted her neck, the collar stayed in place, not moving at all! And it even limited how she could move her head, making it harder to twist her neck, and biting into her if she looked down, making it harder to look up. 'A good submissive would be honored, rather than throwing a tantrum.' Her hair was grabbed, dragging Tamsin to a halt, strands getting torn loose from her scalp. 'You're here to learn - and for me to improve, I suppose. But don't worry, we'll have fun together. You do enjoy this sort of thing, don't you?' One hand stayed tightly gripping her hair, the other moving back between her legs, pressing more insistently against her pussy. 'You can't hide what your body wants.' A tingle of pleasure ran through her body, a finger sliding up between her lips and then finding the soft bud of her clit, pressing against it. She heard herself mewl through her gag, the sound of pleasure making her cheeks warm with a blush, unable to prevent her hips from wriggling forward, wanting more. 'Not yet, my suddenly-eager submissive! You'll need to work for that - you really have been spoiled, haven't you?' The fingers continued to tease and stroke, at least helping Tamsin help forget the choking collar-pressure on her neck and throat. 'So this is the key for the collar.' Her hair was released, and a moment later she felt metal against her cheek- a metal rod, with pokey bits at one end, and a wide circle at the other. It was pushed against her cheek, and then removed, a metal scraping noise, the tightness around her throat loosening for a moment, and then getting pushed back. 'You see? It all works, just so that you know this is fair. I'm not going to cheat by filling the keyhole with solder or damaging the key. You can win this... but I'm not going to make it easy for you!' Tamsin started to struggle again, although with less vigor now, more of her attention on the growing warmth between her legs. If she could at least get out of the ropes, then maybe she could grab the key and get out? The tape was still holding strong, her fingers barely able to flex, her elbows pinned together. The rope felt like it was pressing more and more tightly as she tensed up against it, making it bite deeper into skin, starting to leave indentations in her flesh. 'I can see this might take a while. Well, I suppose you are a brat, so it's only to be expected. I hope to get to the stage of being able to show you off though - you're shorter than me, but some heels will help to make up for that. I'm thinking some nice tight dresses, to show off your body.' After another quick clit-tease, the hand moved from her crotch to her breasts. 'These are a nice size as well. Not too large, not too small - maybe a pushup bra, to make them a little plumper? But they can work as they are. I do like piercings though, so maybe I'll take you into having a few.' The ropes were starting to ache, a strangely pleasurable warmth settling over Tamsin's chest and legs, where they pressed in on her. She shook her head, feeling the movement restricted by the collar, twisting her body with enough force that she managed to get away from the touch, at least for a second or two, before the hands returned. The damp dribble-patch down her front was getting bigger and bigger as more spit flowed from her mouth, impossible to swallow back down with the gag in place. 'You will need to dress better - the short skirts and thigh-high socks are nice and slutty, and show you off well, but they're a bit plain. And this t-shirt? It looks years old! But once you're somewhat obedient, I'll be dressing you in lingerie and more upmarket clothing. Probably still slutty, but better made. But you won't need clothing for a while, so let's get you out of this, and then I can properly check what your body is like.' She tried to wriggle away, getting enough force behind herself that she felt the chair rock, a delirious moment where it felt like she might fall, before her hair was firmly grasped again, along with an exasperated sigh. 'This is going to be a lot of work, isn't it? I just hope it's worth the effort! Now, stop wriggling for ten damn seconds, so I can get you nice and naked.' Metal brushed her cheek - long and cold, the back of a scissor blade. Then they withdrew, and she felt her t-shirt getting pulled, the dribble having soaked through to her skin, the material peeling away. Scissors snipped, the tension of the clothing changing as it was sliced away, until the scissors came to just beneath the ropes below her breasts. Then it snipped away at the part between the top and bottom breast ropes, and then down from the neck-line. A few pulls and yanks, and the rest tore. Where it was held by the ropes, it rubbed and chafed as it was pulled away, making her feel a little sore, but soon it was gone, and her top was only covered by her bra. A few more snips, and that was gone, a purr of pleasure sounding out. 'Excellent! Nice and perky.' A latex-wrapped hand groped her breasts, cupping them each in turn. 'But there's going to be plenty of time for that later. So let's get you nice and naked - except for the collar, of course.' A finger slid into the waistband of her skirt, followed by more snipping noises, and then the thing was pulled away. Her panties were next, lasting just another second or two. Tamsin tried to tense her thighs, wanting to pull her legs together to cover herself, but that just made the ropes around her ankles bite harder. 'You should get used to this - you'll need to earn clothing. Or manage to wriggle free and find some, I suppose.' The scissors weren't used on her high socks - she felt them get torn away, a few scraps lingering around her knees and ankles, held there by the ropes. 'You'd make a lovely maid, you know. Nice and cute and sexy - and obedient if you can manage that!' 'Nphh!' Tamsin's protest made more spit dribble onto her now-bare chest, as she struggled again. 'I've spoken to some of the other dommes that have had to put up with you, so I know what you're into - don't worry, I'll even do a few things you'll enjoy. But you're going to need to work hard, this isn't just for your pleasure. And when it's done, I might have a nice little subby-toy for myself!' Tamsin tried to growl, but her attempt was disrupted by fingers probing between her legs again. 'At least you're enjoying this.' It was hard to deny the pleasure tingling through her, a latex-wrapped finger pushing into her and twisting around, making her gasp, head reeling. 'You see? Your spirit is submissive, you just need to learn to be less bratty. And then I might let you have some fun - and you'll probably appreciate being able to see again, I would think? Or you can keep being annoying, and then I get to use all my fun little toys. I've not had the chance to use the anal hook on anyone yet! And there's some suspension ties I want to try - although I suppose I'll need to put padding down, just in case you fall. If you're getting injured, I want it to be me doing it, not gravity!' Two fingers pushed into her, deep and pleasurable, before withdrawing. 'Unfortunately, I have other business to tend to, and so can't spend all day with you. The key, I will leave dangling on a chain on the far side of the room - about a meter off the floor. So you can theoretically get it, if you can get free. I'll leave you with this so you can have some fun! Oh, and I'll be taking the scissors as well - don't want to make this too easy for you.' Fingers, still damp with her own pussy-juice, slapped against her cheek, a light impact, and then something was pushed into her slit, a bead twitching and throbbing intermittently. A plastic block was taped to her leg, a wire running around her thigh, another strip of tape over her slit. Then she heard heels tapping against a hard floor, and then the tinkling of a metal chain, before a heavy door opened and shut, a lock sliding into place. And then... silence. She immediately started to wriggle and twist, throwing her weight from side-to-side. The bead inside her kept buzzing and twitching, never enough to get her off, but distracting her, filling her head with warm fuzz. She had to build momentum, swaying from side-to-side, until she managed to make the chair fall, landing on her shoulder with a jarring thud. She lay there for a long moment, trying to gather her strength, before starting to struggle against the rope. Tamsin started to strain and tense, trying to slip free of the ropes, feeling the knots tighten against her. It was like an inescapable hug, stifling and close, combining with the tightness of the collar against her throat to make her breathless and hot, a tightness in her chest that got worse and worse. And the ropes held strong, pressing harder against her skin, making her ache as the pressure got more and more intense. On her side, still tied to the chair, she couldn't make it flip over, and the tape around her arms was strong. Tamsin started to try and twist her shoulders, seeking a weak-point there, wanting to escape... |