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Slaves to the Amazons 3: Tales from the Slave Pens
(Melissa DuVant)
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ญญญญญ Slaves to the Amazons 3 - Tales from
the Slave Pens Melissa DuVant Copyright ฉ 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 6: Pleasurable Punishment Chapter 7: Upgrades and New Features Chapter 8: Altered Perceptions Chapter 9: A Pleasant Awakening Chapter 19: Theory and Practice Training the Heir
Preview: Chapter 13, Improvements and Submission To the anonymous benefactor that commissioned this. Mother Echate ran her hand over the captive flesh of her prisoner, pressing her sharp nails into soft skin. It was rare to have another Amazon to torment, but it was always such a pleasure when it happened! Her captive tensed up, still trying to resist, limbs straining against the thick, cloaking shadows that bound her to the obsidian slab, extensions of Echate's will. Down here, far from the sun, it was hard to keep track of time, but from the slight tiredness Echate felt, it must have been over a day since she started. 'Your willpower does you credit. But you should know that there is no escape - stronger than you have been broken on this slab. You will be a delightful novice, once you have been rendered obedient.' A faint, muffled gasp came from the Amazon, her head wrapped in leather, blinding her and making it impossible for her to speak. Screaming and cursing got rather tiresome after the first few hours - and sounds down here echoed, bouncing around far longer than expected. Echate picked up a needle, the metal the length of her finger, a narrow shaft with a black bead on one end and a sharp point on the other. She dipped it into a vial, being careful to tap off any excess fluid, wrinkling her nose at the acrid smell. 'When I can be sure of your obedience, I will allow you light again. When you are ready to use your tongue for worship, then you will be ungagged. But until then, you will endure the darkness, as nothing more than silent flesh for me to play with.' She reaching out with the needle, enjoying the sight of those already stuck into the captive's flesh - all forced into sensitive points, where nerve-clusters met, and even a slight touch could be felt. She moved the needle to just beneath a breast, lightly poking at skin until there was a reflexive shiver, and then pushing the needle into meat. The Amazon tensed up, arms and legs straining against the binding shadows, a gasping hiss of pain coming from beneath the hood. 'A normal woman would have passed out from the pain after, oh, about the third needle or so. Each is coated with a special toxin - one that will make you feel as though you are being burned, a perpetual agony, impossible to ignore. Each dose lasts about six days. I'm sure you must think you have been down here for a week or more already, but it's only been a day, and I only started putting the needles in maybe an hour ago. It will be a long time before the sensation fades.' The Amazon's body was slicked with pain-sweat, making her body shine in the low light, her tanned skin standing out against the obsidian slab beneath her. It made the tension of her muscles a beautiful sight, everything taut and lean, muscles standing out in stark relief, the woman's chest heaving as she tried to suck air in through the nose-slits of the hood, trapped in desperate pain. 'The Lady Nyx accepts your agony. When you have passed through the pain, then all your sins will be washed away - and you will be reborn. Everything that you were before will not be needed. When I am done, the Lady Nyx, through me, will grant you a new name.' She lightly tapped one of the needles already in place, making it twitch around, the Amazon responding with a tiny twitch, the only movement that was possible for her. Echate let herself relax, her conscious thoughts fading away. Having an Amazon to work on was a rare delight - normal, mortal women were entertaining, but they broke far too easily, often only needing a few minutes of focused attention before shattering. Even the toughest couldn't endure more than an hour! And their submission was just natural - they were made to submit to those of Amazon blood, and so scarcely a challenge to break. She could feel the rage, hate and desperation of the bound Amazon, a trapped fire, impotent but still fierce and strong. When she closed her eyes, Echate could visualize the flickering haze of it, bright light trapped in shadow. She inhaled, drawing off some of the energy, letting it fuel her, adding to her own power. Another needle, another careful application of the liquid, and this one pushed in just beneath the woman's navel, the needle shaking with every juddering, pain-filled breath, the sense of bound fire fading a little, as more pain was forced into the Amazon. 'You are not being punished for conspiring against those ranked above you - but you are being punished for failure to succeed at doing so. Your plots were clumsy and easy to defeat, and so your household has been broken, your slaves divided amongst those that sent you here. Had you succeeded, no doubt there would be a slave between your legs, giving you pleasure. But you failed, and so now you are here.' She reached between the woman's legs, avoiding touching any of the needles jabbed into soft thigh-meat, before resting two fingers onto the Amazon's cunt. As she expected, it was dry - pleasure could be forced onto normal women through pain and suffering, but Amazons were made of stronger stuff. 'Nehe'ka, attend me.' A nearby patch of shadows roiled, a female form stepping out - body gleaming and dark, skin like living obsidian, twisting everything else around into mottled and blurry reflections. There was no uncovered skin or sign of humanity there, just that beautiful, female form, bound in shining darkness. It looked at her, not making any sound, a living shadow. 'Give her pleasure - regardless of her desires.' Nehe'ka moved forward with silent grace, between the Amazon's legs, Echate moving aside. Her mouth opened, revealing a dark void, a shadowy tongue sliding out. The Amazon tensed up, able to sense Nehe'ka's presence, shivering as the dark tongue touched against her cunt. Echate moved around towards the woman's head, tapping against a few more of the needles. 'There are few like my precious Nehe'ka -
she may be the first of her kind you have ever encountered. But she is very talented, and has some special
properties.' She could hear the rasping
touch of Nehe'ka's tongue against the Amazon's cunt as the licking
started. 'Her tongue is rougher than
normal - although I'm sure you've already noticed that. Pain and pleasure will be forced onto
you. And her spittle is unusual as well. It will feel as though it is burning you, especially as it soaks deeper and
deeper into your body.' The twitching tremors
were stronger now, Echate able to see the Amazon's tendons stand out, painfully
tense. 'She will keep you
entertained for quite some time. And
there will be no release - she is very skilled at judging when to stop.' The muted whimper of fear was delicious,
making Echate sigh in pleasure, lightly stroking her own body, feeling her
touch through her skin-tight nun's habit, liquid darkness sheathing her
flesh. It had been far too long since
she had been able to experience breaking an Amazon, reducing their pride and
power into a loyal servant of Lady Nyx!
How long would this one last?
Probably at least a few weeks - maybe longer, if she was truly
wilful. But, sooner or later, she would
break, her soul fracturing, and then Echate could fill the cracks with
darkness, making the Amazon into a useful tool. 'It has been some time since I had a new novice. I look forward to accepting you into the faith.' She exerted her will against the flickering sensation, trying to drown out the light of it. It was strong enough to hold her back, but that would fail, eventually, falling into the shadows, even the will of an Amazon not enough to hold it back indefinitely. Something else intruded into her mental presence - a gleaming thing of obsidian, hovering close by. She opened her eyes, turning to see Sister Eris approaching, walking with nervous steps across the cavern. The nun curtseyed, holding the pose, the low light gleaming off her latex-sheathed body. 'My apologies, Mother Echate. But the oracles - they've awoken!' Echate smiled, moving her hand to brush over more of the needles, making them twist within flesh, her victim spasming, even the hood and gag not enough to fully stifle a desperate scream. Then she twisted her fingers and chanted, letting power flow through her. The shadows flowed up over the bound Amazon, tightening over her skin as Nehe'ka kept licking and sucking away. They pinned her into place, tugging and tweaking at the pains, creating even more pain. 'There will be no relief for you. Even in my absence, your suffering will continue. I hope that you will endure - it would be a shame if you broke without me being able to watch you. I want you to last as long as possible, so that I may entertain myself. You will not find sleep for many days yet. Sister Eris, you may accompany me.' The nun raised herself up from the curtsey, placing her palms together in a gesture of submission before turning and starting to walk away. Her latex nun's habit was deliciously tight, showing off the shape of her body, clinging close to her buttocks, Echate taking a moment to admire Eris. But there would be time for that later - for now, Lady Nyx beckoned for her to take the lead, following the nun through the darkened under-passages of the temple. Shadows twisted on the edge of her vision, forming into half-glimpsed shapes, female shapes writhing in orgasmic torment before fading away to nothing. Echoes of long-ago torture sessions could be dimly heard - this place retained ancient memories, the sensations impressed into the rocks themselves. Echate could steel herself against them easily enough, but Sister Eris was weaker, her footsteps slowing. Echate reached forward, sliding a hand over Eris' breast, able to feel the nun's heat through the thin latex body-sheathe. She squeezed hard, feeling soft flesh compress beneath her grip, Eris spasming and groaning. 'Do not allow yourself to be distracted, Sister. Unless you wish me to teach you how to focus?' She squeezed again, enjoying the way Eris gasped, head slowly tilting backwards. 'Yes, Mother Echate...' She murmured a quick prayer under her breath before Echate released her, keeping a close eye on her in case she wavered again. The oracle chamber was buried deep, in one of the most ancient parts of the under-temple. The carvings here had been refreshed several times, jarringly different art styles atop and around each other. All depicted women - some bound and tormented, others free and doing the tormenting. The styles varied from stylistic and vague, with just the faintest curves of hip or breast, swelling lumps of stone standing in for lush, female curves, to life-like and exquisitely detailed, like a living woman had been petrified, mouth caught in an endless scream. The door to the oracle chamber was carved of bronze, worn smooth by centuries of hands, requiring force to open. As it scraped open, Echate twisted her hands through the required ritual-prayer, speaking words of ancient power, the darkness within fading. A trio of lights sparked into being, a stark white light that banished the shadows, making Echate's eyes hurt. The three oracles were bound in the center of the room - tied to crosses of black marble, arms and legs bound with thick metal chains, their skin snow-white, denied the kiss of the sun for centuries. Thin, black tattoo-lines were the only marks on their skin, complicated curves and swirls that followed the lines of their bodies, an eye-warping pattern on their lower bellies, a double-swirl over their wombs. Whatever power sustained them kept them youthful, their skin still soft and warm, despite their age. Thick leather muzzles sealed their mouths, the leather covered with silver runes, so old that the leather was cracked, the silver worn and faded. That they were awake could be seen from the
movements of their hands and feet, straining against the heavy chains, moans
coming from behind the muzzles. Echate
approached, all three of the oracles rousing, their heads moving to watch her,
despite the thick blindfolds strapped over their eyes. Past generations of worshippers had tried
tormenting them, forcing them to speak their prophecies, inflicting tortures
Echate could barely imagine upon their weak, tender bodies - but all to no
avail, the snow-white skin simply healing from whips and lashes, even brands
simply fading. The tattoos had been
discovered after much experimentation, and even they needed reapplying every
decade or so. All three of them had
brilliantly blonde hair, falling to their ankles, shining gold in the painfully
bright light. Each had a light fuzz of
equally blonde pubic hair above their cunts - Ecahte reached out and touched
the centre one, slowly pushing a finger into place. The woman was tight and wet, muscles
contracting and drawing Echate deeper in, sighing with a deep pleasure. The woman was hot, feverishly so, breathing
fast as Echate kept teasing her. She reached upwards
with her other hand, releasing the muzzle-gag, feeling a wave of ancient power
ripple through the air. Both the other
oracles were writhing and moaning as well, some connection allowed them to
share sensations. Having to pleasure
another rankled, but such was the price the oracles demanded. As she slipped another finger into place, the
oracle writhed and gasped, a soft blush covering her cheeks, her hips bucking
back and forth, her butt slapping against the cross. All three of the women were groaning in time
with each other, their silky-blonde hair dancing around as their heads moved,
blindfolded gazes still fixated on Echate. As Echate watched, she
saw the dark tattoo-lines start to fade, the inks getting thinner. She pumped her fingers faster, trying to
force an orgasm onto the oracle as quickly as possible. The woman's cunt was slick already,
pleasure-juices staining her thighs, hot and desperate, before she tensed and
cramped, heading tilting backwards, looking up to the roof of the cave. 'Blood shall call to
blood!' All three of them were
speaking, but not in time with each other, the sounds echoing around strangely. 'Bound to serve,
half-blood-bound. Bound to ancient
mistresses, a four-part merging of souls.' The words came out as
gasps, Echate trying to commit them to memory, as Sister Eris came forward,
ungagging each of the other oracles. The
one to Echate's left was the next to speak, her words echoed a few seconds later
by the others. 'Power to serve, power
to save. On such a weak foundation much rests! A binding
of flesh, marked with pain, collared and silenced. They must be sworn to darkness, lest all is
lost.' Echate could feel how
close the oracle was to climax, slowing her fingers, trying to stretch it out,
to keep the women talking. It was the
third one's turn next, her voice ragged and gasping, chest heaving as she approached
her own orgasm, all three of them panting and desperate. 'Two slaves to
serve! Two mistresses to command! An ancient oath fulfilled, and a great power
shall be birthed, to usher in a new age!
Taught true, there shall be prosperity and peace. Taught ill, there shall be naught but
suffering and woe, and the collar laid upon the neck of the free.' All three of the women
orgasmed simultaneously, bodies tensing and writhing against the crosses,
pussy-juice staining against the marble.
Their bodies went limp, supported only by the chains, heads sagging
down. Echate scratched her nails down
the chest of the closest, her fingers still lodged firmly within the woman, but
that didn't provoke any response. The
red nail-welts healed even as she watched, skin turning back to a soft and
milky white. She withdrew her
fingers, wiping them clean against the oracle's belly, leaving a bright smear
against pale skin. It had been a long
time since a prophecy had been uttered - and they were never minor things. Two slaves to serve, two mistresses to
command? What could that refer to? A four-part binding? That was a rare thing indeed - two soul-bound
slaves and two Amazons that trusted each other enough to bind themselves
directly, and through their slaves. She
had heard of such recently though - she would have to enquire further and
investigate into them. They were powerfully
connected, but that could be worked around.
She'd have to entice them, rather than forcing them into obedience, but
that just made things more fun! Echate
bent her fingers into a claw, raking sharp nails down a soft and unprotected
belly, then gagging the oracle again.
This would give her something to think upon as she tormented her captive
Amazon - on what the prophecy could mean, and how best it could be made to
serve the Lady Nyx. Aria could feel sweat rolling down her body, softening her skin, her core forced to a fever-heat. Her arms were held stretched out, chains taut enough she couldn't twist them at all, despite the tension in her muscles and across her back. She was stood up - just, her toes barely touching the floor, leather cuffs around her ankles holding her legs spread as well. Most of her weight was on her crotch, her body supported by the curved mound of a sybian. The motor buzzed between her legs, the saddle-curve of the sybian holding her up, the device throbbing against her pussy and lips. She could see herself in a full-length mirror, the sweat making her skin shine, illuminated by bright candles. Her thoughts were scattered and vague, her breathing fast and light, her mouth stretched around a fat rubber ball, making her jaw ache. 'Mhrhmmmm...' Aria couldn't keep herself silent, eyes rolling in her head as she moaned, feeling dribble splash from her mouth, between her breasts, splashing and trickling down her body. Her toes shuffled on the ground as she tried to summon up the strength to lift herself off the sybian, desperate to escape the constant pressure and stimulation, time blurring together into a constant stream of teasing, the device always shutting off just before she was able to climax. The sybian itself was drenched, her juices slicking it, making it sticky and damp. Aria tried to focus, wanting to wrench her thoughts away from the sexual teasing, but there was nothing else - all she could see was her own body, flesh firm and shining, the rest of the room barely visible in the candlelight. All she could see were the dim curves of leather and metal, the sights making her shiver - the thought of being whipped again, her skin stripped away by cruel slashes and strikes, the skin making her welts sting, sent fear through her. And the whips weren't as bad as some of the other things! Clamps, spikes, too-tight leather bands around her breasts, wooden paddles used against her butt and pussy... She'd never known before how soft and sensitive she was, how easy it would be to make her scream, beg and whine. The sybian vibrated faster and she moaned, shuffling her feet, grinding her pussy against the thing, before it suddenly stopped, denying her any release. The heat within her didn't fade though, trapped within her body, needing an escape that she couldn't provide. A hand touched against her shoulder, nails scratching down her skin, easily scraping at the sweat-softened skin. The touch was hard, making her shiver with pain, but it felt good, twisting within her to create another burst of pleasure. From the low light, a female shape appeared - a taller, older woman, wearing a skin-tight black catsuit, a whip coiled on her hip, with thick and lustrous black hair flowing freely. She was at least a foot taller than Aria, smiling at her in the mirror, before sliding her hand around to Aria's front. Nails dug into a breast, scraping and scratching, pinching at a nipple. 'Ghhhh...' Aria moaned into the gag, feeling more dribble splash out, the painful touches arousing her further. The fingers scratched down her belly, sending spasm-spark through her chest as it got closer and closer to the fierce heat of her crotch, her thighs clamping around the sybian, trying to rock herself back and forth. 'Such a desperate little thing!' The woman's voice was teasing and cruel, contrasting with the touch of her strong, sharp fingers. 'All this time, without any release.' Her other hand touched against the top of Aria's back and then scraped downwards, scratching and rending deep into her soft skin. She moaned again, writhing against the fingers, head sparking with pain and pleasure. The chains moved, the tiny amount she was allowed, as the woman leaned in close, her latex-sheathed body rubbing against Aria's bare skin. 'You know what's coming next, don't you? And you're so delightfully hot and desperate!' The woman's voice was a purr, close and sultry, the scent wafting from her hair adding to Aria's dazed confusion. Trying to remember who she was, or how she been come to this place, was virtually impossible, what little of her focus she had left entirely on her own body, and the desperate need between her legs. Her jaw tightened around the gagball as she tried to make herself think of something other than her own body. But the woman's fingers moved with swift skill, keeping that heat stoked, even as she scratched and clawed, adding delirious swirls of pain to the sensations battering at Aria. 'You want it, don't you? Your mind is breaking, already at the point of melting.' Her tone was amused and playful, as the sybian gave another quick buzz, sending more vibrations through Aria's body, drawing out even more of her juices, their scent strong, burrowing into her nose. 'But you are not yet ready, are you? Some more work is needed to shape you properly. And a name will need to be decided. And then I can put you to use.' The nails pushed hard, sinking into the top of her back, making Aria gasp in pain as they slowly raked downwards, gouging deep and painful furrows into her skin. She shuddered and shivered, barely able to move, able to feel the woman's hair where it stuck to her sweaty skin. The sybian stopped, not even a light vibration anymore, and then chains rattled, the ones attached to her wrists sliding upwards and tightening, pulling her upwards, as the ones attached to her legs dropped free. Having all her weight on her wrists and across her shoulders, made her body ache, but she was too drained and weak to fight back. She hung there, entirely limp and passive, gasping and trying to pant in air, feeling her sweat start to dry as she cooled, still able to see her body, slick and shiny, in the mirror. 'That's enough pleasure for now - and so we need to add some pain. I am your mistress and owner now, and so you need to learn all that I can bestow onto you. You are going to become dma'ne, one of my dedicated slaves. In time, you may even be permitted to pleasure me with your tongue - a pleasure many aspire to. Until then, your body can provide pleasure to me in other ways. And once you're trained, then I'm going to use you to entrap your mother.' Aria managed to twist her neck, flicking her hair from her own vision, at least a little. In the mirror she could see the woman again, unable to look away from the lush curves, highlighted by the shining latex, watching as the whip was uncurled from her hip, the long cord getting flicked over a shoulder. She shuddered at the sound as it sliced the air, the woman making it hiss and pop, smiling at Aria in the mirror. Aria dangled in the air, unable to move away or protect herself, her body entirely exposed and vulnerable. She heard the impact, leather against flesh, before feeling it, a brutal and vicious slice across her buttocks, making them throb and flare with pain. Another impact, and then another, and another, all over her buttocks, biting deep into the soft skin. She could feel the welts form, each impact making her tense up, and then drop down with another flare of pain across her shoulders. Her breathing was fast and irregular, the gag making her gulp and splutter, legs twitching and flailing. 'Nue, keep her on edge.' 'Yes, Mistress.' Another female voice, before a woman walked around Aria. She was naked except for a solid metal collar, various metals swirled together into a vividly-colored band, complementing her red-blonde hair. Her own pale skin had a few scratch-marks on, especially over her belly and on her thighs, little red welts where she had been hurt and tormented. Aria met her eyes, trying to plead silently, desperate for some release - from the restraints, from the pain, from the constant teasing. Was this woman another plaything of the mistress? Surely they should help each other then? But, instead of trying to help Aria, the newcomer bent over slightly, taking hold of Aira's hips and starting to kiss at her crotch, tongue lightly sliding over desperately wet pussy-lips. 'Mrhhhm!' Aria tensed and strained again - she'd never been this intimate with anyone before, especially not a woman! Her cheeks started to burn red, a hot and powerful blush coming over her face. Shame, humiliation and pleasure all mingled together, as the tongue started to push deeper into her, easily penetrating deeply. And then the whip cracked again, biting deep into her soft buttock-meat, several times in quick succession, striping her flesh with pain. Another crack, this time between her shoulders, right where her skin was the thinnest. Tears started to form in her eyes, hot and salty, trickling down her face, around her forced-open mouth. The tongue probed deeper, finding her bud, licking at it, Aria's vision blurring from the combination of pleasure and pain. She could barely force herself to move, her body just a thing delivering sensations through to her overwhelmed brain. Her legs twitched, just a little, brushing against the naked body of the woman that was kissing and sucking at her bare slit, hands maintaining a tight grip of Aria's hips. 'Spin her around. I think her lovely little breasts need some attention.' The tongue flicked around, lips kissing against her own pussy lips before withdrawing. 'Yes, Mistress.' There was no way for Aria to resist as she was spun around, away from the mirror, now facing her tormentor. Not that she could offer any resistance, or anything more than a quiet and pathetic whimper. Hands grabbed her buttocks, making the welts flare with a vicious sting, as Aria's eyes fixated on the whip, the cord currently idle, trailing along the ground. Too quick to follow, it moved, snapping forward, the sound registering before the pain, as it sliced and bit across her belly, knocking the air from her lungs. All she could do was dangle there like a sack of meat, enduring the biting pain of the whip, the cord impacting against her breasts and belly, the tip wrapping around her body before getting pulled away, tearing her skin away with itself. She was held there from behind, feeling sweat start to soak into the welts, making them throb with even more pain. Every strike made her twitch, just a little, reflexively spasming and shuddering with every impact. Her thighs pressed together, her own juices making them stick, along with her sweat. She started to lose track of the impacts, feeling the welts all merge together, the tears flowing freely now, splashing down her chin, able to taste the salt as some of them flowed over the gag. It was impossible to even attempt to form words, her tongue pressing against the back of the gagball, her lips kissing tightly around it. Her lungs were burning, lacking the air to scream, just making pathetic gasps every time she was whipped again, darkness fuzzing at the edge of her vision. Another impact, the lash biting at one of her nipples, pulling a tormented gasp from her lips. She hung there, limp and powerless, barely able to hold her head up, as the woman smiled at her. Just the slightest, twitching, flick of the whip made her shudder, tensing up in anticipation of pain, before realizing she was being toyed with, the whip staying coiled along the floor. 'It's been a while since I've had such a lovely new toy to play with! Just a little more fun, and then Nue can put you back into your cage. Aisling will want to play with you tomorrow - so rest up while you can!' The whip was coiled up into a neat loop, getting put back onto the woman's waist, clipped onto her belt. Aria tried to suck air in around the gag, all her aches and pains flaring at once as the adrenaline-shock of the strikes faded. 'There's so much more to do - bastinado, perhaps, on your pretty little feet? Or pump your cunt full of something that stings, maybe along with a nice enema? Clean out that tight little asshole, to ready it for more fun?' She walked closer, her eyes fixed on Aria's, holding her rapt, reaching out with a latex-sheathed hand and sliding a finger into Aria's pussy, easily penetrating, all the way up to the knuckle. Aria felt her body tighten around it, her hips starting to twist around, trying to pull the finger deeper into herself, to give her the stimulation she needed for a release. She couldn't control her own instincts, feeling them overwhelm her, before the finger withdrew, coming out wet with her own juices. 'Excellent! Your body is already responding appropriately - and soon your mind and spirit will follow.' The pussy-juice was smeared onto her belly, mingling with her dribble. 'You're going to be a lovely addition to the household - and I'm going to make you beg to be of service.' The hand moved, fingers striking forward in a backhand slap against Aria's pussy, another shocking and vicious impact that made her whine in pain and tense up again. Why did each impact feel so good, sending strong tingles of pleasure through her body, from her pussy up into her belly and dancing into her spine? Pain shouldn't feel good! But, somehow, it did, pulling her closer and closer to the edge of a raging orgasm. But before that point was reached, the slaps stopped, leaving her dangling there, powerless and pained. 'Nue, see to her. Make sure she doesn't have any unauthorized stimulation - she's flexible enough to withstand a nice tight hogtie, I feel. Her cage is just about large enough for her to be suspended in there. A hood as well - let's starve her of stimulation, to make her even more sensitive when Aisling returns.' 'Yes, Mistress Eleanor. I will prepare the slave-meat for your pleasure. And then dinner - I have prepared steak, with one of your favorite sauces.' 'I'm sure it will be as excellent as always! I will go and change for dinner.' 'Yes, Mistress.' Hands grabbed at Aria's ankles, bending her legs up, rope looping into place, tying her ankles to her thighs, with just enough looseness not to hurt, but still crippling her movement. Fingers teased at her slit, for just a moment, and then her vision went dark, a leather hood getting pulled over her face, thick enough to muffle her hearing as well as robbing her of her vision. And it hindered her breathing as well, making the aching of her lungs even more acute. She hung there, waiting to be bent into
position, both dreading and wanting the cage, where she was at least a little
safer from random pain and torture! The ropes dug into Aria's body, lines of tight pressure around her chest, above and below her breasts, and on her arms, bound behind her back. The ones around her hips, waist and crotch were the worst, a rough cord between her lower lips, scraping and rubbing against her most sensitive skin, drenched with her juices. They made it hard to breath, compressing her chest, rubbing and chafing every time she tried to inhale more than a tiny gasp of air. She was isolated from the world - hooded, keeping her blinded and mostly deafened, and she was suspended out of touching range of anything. If she was still in the cage, then she couldn't touch the bars - she could be caged, or dangling from a ceiling, or over a pit. All she was aware of was the desperate need of her own body, a knot pressing right against her swollen bud. Her body ached and throbbed, aftermath of the whipping, making her acutely aware of every pulse of blood, every heartbeat, the pain making it impossible to rest, even slightly. Air moved, just slightly, a faint movement over her skin, making her tense up, and then immediately regretting it, as her weight shifted, making the ropes bite more deeply. The sense of movement, and then cold, hard metal against her breasts and belly, her own weight pressing them down. She yelped, the pressure painful, although the cold metal was soothing, draining off some of the desperate, sweaty heat from her body. Hands brushed against her limbs, the ropes getting loosened, her limbs flopping free. Her arms and legs prickled and ached as the flow of blood started to return, making Aria gasp again, lips tightening around the gagball in her mouth. She was pulled forward, barely able to crawl as her body scraped along the floor, somehow managing to come up to her hands and knees and crawling along. Rope looped around her neck, pressing tightly around her throat, forcing her to keep crawling or be choked. Being pulled on a rope, like a stray dog, sent a flush of shame through her body, but she was too weak to resist, and couldn't even see what was happening, her hands fumbling ahead of her, finding a stone floor outside of the cage. The rope was kept tight, pulling her continually forward, her only physical connection with the rest of the world. She didn't even know who was pulling on the leash, just that not following the pull hurt, the noose tight around her throat. The stone floor was rough on her palms and on her knees, her buttocks throbbing with whip-welts as she crawled forward. Steps made her flinch, drawing backwards and choking herself, rope still pulling her forward and tightening painfully, as she fumbled around before finding the step, crawling upwards, and then the next, and the next. Having to do all this blind was disorientating, especially with the constant choking pressure of the noose-leash around her neck, but somehow she managed. Aria felt a sense of relief as she made it off the top step, onto wooden floors, smooth and polished. It was impossible to think or resist - Aria couldn't do anything other than crawl along, pulled by the noose, over several thresholds. And then the noose pulled her upwards, tightening over her throat, making it impossible to breath until she stood, her legs shaking and weak, arms dangling by her sides. She had to stand up on her tiptoes, getting choked whenever she relaxed. Hands grabbed her wrists, more rope looping around them and drawing them upwards, making it a little easier to stand as she could grab the ropes, holding herself up. And then she was left there, her legs soon tiring - but she couldn't relax without facing the biting pain of being choked, spark-flares of pain bursting in her lungs and her eyes. Time passed, impossible to tell how much, her body weakening more and more. The hood was plucked off, low light making her eyes sting, a female shape stood in front of her. Soft, sultry scents washed over her, as she saw a huge bed, a heavy metal bed-frame with thick corner-posts, chains and ropes dangling there, ready to restrain someone in place. Even the board at the foot of the bed had holes in, ready to be used as stocks, while the space beneath the bed was ringed with metal bars, forming a cage. Several candles glowed, shining off gilt decoration, leather and latex outfits just about visible in a walk-in closet. Aria shuffled her feet, desperately seeking a more comfortable position, but was unable to find one. Her buttocks and breasts kept aching, still sore from the earlier whipping, before a hand slapped against her backside. She yelped, jumping forward, before coughing and spluttering as she choked herself. A feminine chuckle sounded out, far too close, making Aria shiver. Hands continued to stroke and glide over her buttocks and back, making her shiver more, hurting her more, as another woman walked in front of her. This one was tall and powerful-looking as well, with black hair, sleek and straight, tall enough to look down at Aria, before reaching out and squeezing a breast, her fingers digging into the soft mound. And, just like the one from before, wearing skin-tight latex, making her seem more than human, her body perfectly smooth and sleek, like a goddess made flesh. The pressure made the pain flare, Aria's breasts still tender from the ropes that had been wound there, Aria gasping in pain, feeling dribble flow from her mouth, over where more spittle had dried from before. 'You really are a lovely thing, aren't you? And so nice and desperate. Eleanor's been having fun, while I've had to tend to business. But now I'm here, so I can play with you as well.' The hand drifted down, moving between Aria's legs, lightly brushing against her slit. Aria moaned again, her hips bucking, desperate for more stimulation. 'That's cute - your training is certainly progressing well.' The fingers kept teasing and sliding, making Aria squirm and twist, her eyes twitching around, barely able to focus. 'You're becoming a good little pain-slut, which is just what we want. But we need to train you further - make you into a good pussy-licker. And you want to be a good girl, don't you?' Hands continued to grope and stroke her from behind, adding to her delirious excitement, despite the forced violation and her complete inability to resist. 'I am Mistress Aisling - and I now own you, as does Eleanor. Soon you will be collared - but only once you beg for it. And then you will be owned by both of us, body and soul.' Her sheer power was alluring, stoking the heat that was starting to burn with Aria again, as she gibbered into her gag, turned into something less-than-human - unable to talk, or even move properly, entirely at the mercy of these two women. The other woman - Mistress Eleanor - spoke from behind her, digging her fingers into Aria's buttocks and squeezing, hard enough to make Aria gasp and pant. 'I hope you learn how to use that tongue of yours well! Otherwise you're going to suffer even more - there's so many ways to cause suffering, especially to something as soft and sensitive as you.' A finger traced up her spine, making her shiver, before a hand wrapped around her throat, tight and constrictive, even without squeezing hard. 'First, you will honor us with your tongue - we are now the gods of your life, and you will worship us.' The squeezing tightness increased, making it harder and harder to breathe, Aria's focus narrowing, entirely on Mistress Aisling's eyes, which were hard and bright. A finger teased along her slit, coming away wet with her juices. 'Are you ready to give worship? You will start off as fuck-meat, and may eventually be able to rise to the position of earning a name, and becoming a cunt-slave, pleasing with your tongue.' The stroking was making lust-fever burn through Aria's body, teasing and stimulating her, the grip still tight on her throat. 'Yphhhh...' The fingers withdrew, then slapped forward, making Aria gasp in pain and pleasure. 'Good - it's nice to have such a lovely piece of fuck-meat to train. And then you will be used to acquire your mother as well, as she is rather inconvenient. But now, it's time to deflower you.' Another slap, and then Aisling stepped away, lifting up a fat dildo on a waist-harness, holding it so that Aria could see it, before she buckled it into place around her waist. The dark material it was made from shone and gleamed in the low light, the thing fat and huge, covered with bulbous lumps and bumps. But just the sight of it made Aria's heart race, her lips tightening around the gag. Something bumped against her backside, a hand guiding another fat shaft, the thing resting between her buttocks, a slippery cock-head resting against the tight knot of her asshole. She squirmed, blushing deeply at the thought of being penetrated there, but couldn't move away. It started to push the tight hole open, the shaft covered with enough lube to help it slide into place. Aria gasped as her asshole was violated, the shaft stretching out the ring of muscle. A hand grabbed her leg from behind, lifting it at the knee, leaving her wobbling on just one foot, the cock continuing to push into her. As she was taken from behind, Mistress Aisling started to fuck her as well. The cock easily parted Aria's lower lips, a fat shaft sliding into her, making her gasp with pleasure. Her vision blurred even more, and she felt dribble splash from her mouth, around the gag. Hands took firm grasp of her hips, the cocks pushing deeper and deeper into her. She'd never been fucked before - she'd only ever stroked herself, before being captured and teased here! And now she was being fucked in both holes at once, front and back, her body so loose that it could take the shafts. They compressed her insides, pushing deep into her pussy as her asshole was also violated. The cock was huge back there, feeling like it was filling her bowels completely, thrusting deep into her body! The hands grabbed hard at her, compressing the skin of her hips, hard enough to hurt, adding even more to the swirl of sensations twisting and swirling through her. Her pussy was drenched, wet from the constant teasing, making it easy for the strap-on to penetrate all the way in. Her walls clamped tightly around it, and she let the two cocks take more and more of her weight, lifting her upwards, both shafts buried deep within her body. Her breathing was fast and shallow, barely providing enough air to keep her conscious. But the pleasure was strong and vivid, a powerful heat between her legs, buzzing all the way through her body. 'We will be your goddesses - you will worship us both - with your body and soul. And that sweet little mouth of yours will learn how to give pleasure.' A sharp bite-kiss, against Aria's shoulder blade, teeth sinking into her soft skin, making her yelp in pain before Aisling withdrew. Her hips kept slamming back and forth, as her hands moved up to Aria's breasts, lightly running over her nipples, teasing and light. All Aria could do was hang there, one leg being held high to make it even easier to fuck her deeply, the shafts feeling like they were almost touching inside of her. Nails pinched against the soft skin inside her knee, her leg twitching, out of her control. Mistress Eleanor kept hold of her leg with one hand, the other sliding around Aria's neck against, fingers squeezing from both sides. Her breathing was even harder now, bright and painful sparks of light bursting in her eyes as she was choked, utterly powerless and fully dominated by the women. Mistress Aisling stared into her eyes, holding her gaze, the sense of her will forcing itself onto Aria's spirit, trapping and binding her. She could feel the orgasm, hot and wet inside her, but couldn't force herself to succumb to it. The mental force kept her sealed, her asshole now spread wide, her belly full of the dildo, as she felt herself falling into Aisling's gaze. She made soft gibbering noises around the gag, tasting the rubber of the ball. Eleanor drew her hips back, Aria feeling her asshole tighten around the shaft, every bump and lump along the length feeling massive and fat, stretching out her tight hole in all sorts of ways she'd never experienced before. She was allowed a breath, the hand loosening for just a moment, long enough to let her slake some of her desperate need for air before it tightened again. She still couldn't come, no matter how she writhed and moaned, her head bobbing back and forth, more dribble oozing from her mouth. 'Pleaphhh!' She managed to form a wet, vague plea, her lips pressing tightly against the ball. She needed to come, desperately, the heat still searing her from the inside, filling her up and up and up, but without any way to spill out. Aisling smiled at her, before grabbing both nipples and pinching them hard, using them to pull Aria towards herself, sending fierce pain throbbing into her chest. 'I suppose you should be allowed to come - just once, before your training begins. To make you aware of what you might be allowed, if you're a good girl.' The mental barrier suddenly vanished, and the orgasm immediately slammed into Aria. It was strong, far more intense than anything she had ever felt before when pleasuring herself, utterly consuming all her senses. The pleasure filled her to her core, her juices spraying and gushing out of her. And then another, and another, the orgasms all flowing together, impossible to tell each apart, just endless heat burning away all of her thoughts, as she stayed there, both her holes filled, sagging into an unconscious stupor, darkness rushing over her. 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. A'Na: "One who was born for submission", a common slavegirl name. A'raka: "Game Warden" or, literally, "Talon-Guard" an A'Dma'Le in charge of securing a specific area or domain and to keeping it secure for her owner, acting as her huntress inside its confines (for example, sheriff Stokes is A'Raka for Morrigan and Victoria). 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. Ber'Vasa: "Seneschal" but also "First Slave" or "Head Slave". This is the title bestowed upon a slave whose role is to coordinate the day-to-day activities of a household maintenance. Given its importance it typically falls on the most capable and loyal of A'Dma'Le. 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 to give it strength. Co'Ra: "She who serves without question", a name for a precious and beloved slavegirl. 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. Cyri: Meaning, "serving slave" this is the common term to denote a maid slave. Maids are a necessity for any respectable Amazon household. While subject to all the normal rules for slaves, involving being available in every way for their owners, maid slaves have the specific and important task of looking after the household, making sure it is always at its best, pristine and immaculate as their mistresses' honor. Maids are a specialized type of service slave, but their role is considered so important that it deserves a distinctive term to define it. Maids can be either A'Dma'Le or Dma'ne, but in either case they can expect years of training to hone their skills and obedience to perfection. The role is so socially important that Amazons have academies in which prospective slaves are enrolled and an accomplished maid slave may command astronomical prices on the auction block, almost rivaling that of a finely trained ponygirl. 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. Dy'kar: "Cunt Hound" or simply "Hound". An extremely specialized type of slave, meant to hunt down or control groups of other slaves. Unlike puppy slaves a hound-slave is not trained for pleasure or even punishment by its owner, the process involves heavy modifications of the recipient which is turned into an extremely dangerous creature, capable of hurting even amazons. Hounds have all of their senses enhanced to the extreme, they are made stronger and more resistant, their canine teeth and fingernails are sharpened and their saliva and sweat work as anesthetic on normal human women. Mentally they undergo extremely heavy conditioning, until they are stripped of their previous personality, with instincts appropriate for their new condition settling in instead. In a way, they are reduced to the status of very intelligent animals with almost superhuman physical traits. Their absolute loyalty is ensured by imprinting the personal scent of their owners and their designated handlers on them during training, that way they won't obey anyone else. After training is concluded hounds are acquainted with the slaves they need to keep in check and they inhale their scents so they can track them down even if miles away. Sometimes hounds are used for sport, tracking down and subduing fleeing slaves in ritualized hunts (the so-called wild hunts) held by Amazons as a pastime. Usually hounds are used to patrol the perimeter of a mistress property, locating and incapacitating intruders or preventing un-broken slaves from fleeing. When in the company of other amazons hounds are usually kept muzzled, with their hands inside mittens and sometimes even hooded to prevent overexcitement 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. Dyri: Meaning, "pleasure slave", but also "pussy slave" or more formally "nymphs". These are slaves whose primary function is to provide pleasure to their Amazon owner. They can be further specialized by focusing their training on servicing a specific part of the female anatomy. For example a Dyri can also be an N'Fet, if her main use is to worship the feet of her mistress and her guests. Amazon Households tend to grow huge menageries of pleasure slaves, completely addicted to the pleasure and pain they undergo on a day-to-day basis at the hands of their mistress-owners. 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. Ja'ret: A term denoting a service slave other than a maid, a handler or a guard. Secretaries, trainers, teachers, handywomen, etc, employed by an amazon mistress as slaves for her household all fall in this category, which is usually, but not always, fulfilled by A'Dma'Le. Ka'tra: "Leash bringer". A slave whose role is to keep other slaves under control when an amazon mistress is otherwise occupied. Ka'tra's are slave-handlers, specialized in dealing with others of their kind for their mistresses. They are usually kept in strict chastity to enhance their sadism towards their charges, and given the delicate nature of their roles they are often A'Dma'Le. In any case all handlers undergo deep conditioning before and after being appointed to the role to ensure their absolute obedience to their owners. Ka'Rya: "Lightning-fast obedience", a name reserved for a slave who has proven her worth. Ka'sara:
"Blood Red Sunset", an ancient Amazon omen of victory, sometimes used to name a
fierce pet Kerate: The act of conquest/capture/appropriation. The sacred duty and privilege of the Ashvaladora. 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. Lei'Ra: "She who brings joy with her tongue", a name for a precious and beloved slavegirl. Lek!: "Lick!" An order for a slave to start worshiping a dominant. Lyri: "Bitch-Slave" or, more commonly these days, "puppy girl". A Dyri is a slavegirl who has been permanently turned into a pet, assuming the mannerism and attitude of a dog. Amazons rarely select A'Dma'Le for this role, although a few of them do track Dyri's lineages and even breed them. Most Amazons like to reserve the role of puppy slave for Dma'ne who were particularly arrogant before being taken. The slow but inexorable attitude adjustment derived from the realization these slaves are going to be treated as pets for the rest of their lives is particularly pleasing for Amazon mistresses as they cherish the transformation and the torment it induces into their subjects, until they renounce their previous self and become utterly loyal, like good bitches should be. 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. Myri: A "Kitty-Slave" which fulfils a similar role to a puppy slave, although in their case their case the training stresses characteristics like playfulness, mischievousness and often enhanced libido with the "kitty" being almost constantly in heat. 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. Py'Ra: "She of the heavenly tears", a name for a precious and beloved slavegirl. Saba!: "Submit!" An order for a slave to present herself to her owner with no resistance. Sayri: "Horse slave" or more commonly "ponygirl". Since antiquity Amazons have been associated with horses but while they used the regular kind of equines for battle, they always had a soft spot for turning regular human women into parodies of their beloved horses. For modern Amazons possessing a large stable of ponygirls is a sign of status, with them meticulously keeping track of their lineages, improving their stock generation after generation. Amazons love to ride their ponies and to race them against each other, but some ponygirls are specifically trained for dressage, emphasizing the elegance of their gait and their ability to follow any order by the most subtle pull of their reins. To most Amazons, training a dedicated ponygirl is a labor of love, with the ultimate goal of making the slave accept her nature as an owned pony, although psycho-indoctrination is always an option, most Amazon trainers prefer to break and condition a ponygirl without resorting to such techniques as it forges a stronger personal bond between the mistress and her equine slave. 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. Su'Rya: "Her mistress' whip", a name reserved for a slave who has proven her worth. Ti'ys: "Crown of Tears", a name for a precious and beloved slavegirl. 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. U'Na: "One who was born to serve", a common slavegirl name. Zen'na: "Cage Soldier" or "Guard". A slave trained to defend an Amazon mistress property and the mistress herself. Zen'na receive advanced combat training and improved physical abilities. While no match for an Amazon, enough of them can pose a threat even to such foe. If need be, Guard-Slaves are able to mingle with normal humanity and are always A'Dma'Le in nature, with additional loyalty enhancing conditioning being continuously applied during their service. Zen'na are usually rewarded for their service with the chance to dominate and being serviced by pleasure slaves owned by the household they help protecting. 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. Training the Heir Preview: Chapter 13 - Improvements and Submission Miss Akari has another young woman to
tutor! This one is Hana Furakawa, heir to an entertainment conglomerate and
university dropout. After saving the young woman from being bullied, Miss Akari
will have to train her in how a young lady should behave... and
also how bullies deserve to be punished until they're obedient and
useful. Hana needs to be forced out of her shell and made to behave in a more
domineering fashion, even if it takes some precise use of discipline and force
to make Hana behave. Akari settled herself, wriggling her backside to make herself comfortable on Himari. She gave the woman a quick spank, her hand striking against bare skin, feeling the impact ripple through. Not that Himari complained - or could, with her head securely sealed into a rubber gasmask, a long hose running from her head to a belt around her waist, a bubble-bottle there, making it even harder for her to breath. Straps bound her ankles to her thighs, while mittens were on her hands, restraining her further, but making her convenient for sitting on. Hana was kneeling in front of her, hands tensed on her legs, looking nervously up at Akari, who reached out with a crop, using the tip to stroke over Hana's body. 'You're improving. You selected this outfit yourself, and it is acceptable.' It was a tight dress, dark silk that complimented her hair, a high cut that bared both thighs, showing off silk stockings, darker bands around her thighs. 'It's nice to see you putting some effort in.' She slid the crop beneath Hana's chin, making the woman look up. 'Soon you may even be ready for display - a significant improvement over how you were when we first met. Himari is nice and obedient as well.' She wriggled her backside, feeling Himari beneath herself, her back warm and soft, but rigid enough to serve as a good seat. 'Kagami is still rather spirited though.' She used the crop to gesture at the woman - tight ropes pinched at her skin, leaving dents on her body, with her arms bent around behind herself in a strict reverse-prayer position, her head still wrapped up in the rubber of the gasmask. She was dangling from the ceiling, just about able to touch the floor with her knees, constantly shifting to try and find and comfort in her suspension. 'I've listened to some of the recordings you've made her listen to. Quite appropriate - just the sort of thing that should drain her desire to resist, and make her nice and obedient. It seems as though you will need to keep an eye on her though, in case she ever tries to break free. I would recommend keeping her under close watch, just in case she should turn on you. And collared with something appropriate - there are options with cameras and audio available. Perhaps keep her muzzled? You may be able to turn her into a loyal hound, eventually.' Even through Kagami couldn't hear them, she writhed and twitched. Her breasts were tightly wrapped up rope, the pressure making them bulge, even more sensitive than normal, another rope tight through the crotch, a knot rubbing inside of her. Hana placed her hands on the floor, making a neat triangle with her fingers and then bowing, dipping her head all the way down, the motion making her dress tighten up before she rose again. Despite the position of humility, her eyes met Akari's, bright and hard. 'I will be sure to keep her under close control. Does this mean I'm close to finishing though? So I can have you.' 'You still need to complete your studies. And you are not yet at a level where you can be displayed. Mistress Leiko is having an event in a few days - and you will be attending. Along with Himari. This is to test both yourself, and your ability to retain control of another. You have progressed enough that I will permit you to choose your own clothing, and that you will not have to endure public use. I think that is reward enough.' 'Public... Is that what would happen to me!?' 'It can be an effective teaching tool. But you have proven yourself above such things - unless you wish it. Himari and the others, not so much. But there is still Sara to train, although I can understand if you would rather punish Kagami more. Sara is currently downstairs suspended by her wrists from the ceiling. This time, you will take the lead in disciplining and training her. To show what you are capable of. Unless you have any issues?' A savage grin cut across Hana's face as she rose from her bow, coming to her feet and squeezing at Kagami's purple breast, making the woman shake around in silent pain. 'No, Miss Akari! I... Thank you!' She darted off, moving with inelegant speed, but it didn't seem worth disciplining her for it. Akari stood up from Himari, making sure the woman was fully leashed and tethered before going after Hana. Kagami twisted in midair, her chest straining to keep her supplied with air - she wouldn't be going anywhere! She went downstairs, hearing a muffled groan sound out. When she entered the training room, Hana was already scratching at Sara's taut and stretched-out body, leaving red scratch-marks down the woman's belly. Sara was gagged and blindfolded, thick leather pads on her ears, but was otherwise naked, with dribble smearing down between her breasts. An array of equipment was laid out, neat and tidy - everything that might be useful to train and punish Sara. Akari put a hand on Hana's shoulder, pulling her back a little. 'Your passion is noted. However, a little more discipline would be preferable. Now, what will you do first? Remember, your aim is to make her obedient, no matter how satisfying hurting her would be.' Sara writhed and wriggled, making her breasts shake around, as Hana raked nails across her belly again. 'She needs to know that it's me, doesn't she?' A slap to the belly knocked the wind out of Sara, before Hana pulled the earmuffs off, going up on tiptoes to whisper into the woman's ear. Sara immediately tensed up and started to struggle even more, shaking around in desperation. 'You're going to learn to obey me. Otherwise, you will suffer more.' 'If there are any tools you need, ask for them. This time, you will lead.' 'I want her legs spread. You liked to make me lick you there, didn't you? So now I'm going to have fun with your cu... uh, vagina.' 'Given the context, you may use vulgar language.' Akari picked up a spreader bar, a metal rod with leather cuffs at each end and attached it, forcing Sara's legs wide. Now she was completely off the floor, all her weight on her wrists. Her feet jerked and twisted as she spun, trying to find anything to rest on. Hana spun her around, then spanked the woman, slapping her hand against the bare buttocks several times, each one louder and harder than the last. 'I'm going to punish your cunt.' Despite having been given permission, Hana shuddered, tensing up in anticipation of pain, glancing over at Akari. She gestured at Sara, handing over a flogger, the knotted cords dangling down. Hana flicked it through the air, before twisting around and swinging it upwards, between Sara's legs. The cords struck soft and unprotected flesh, Sara's hips twisting around the tiny amount possible, a whining sound coming from behind the gag. More strikes, Hana putting more and more force behind it, getting more accurate as well, punishing the woman's slit. Sara slowly spun, her hands clutching at the cuff-chains holding her hands, trying to relieve the pressure on her wrists without success. Hana moved around her, continually swinging the flogger upwards, a steady rhythm of strikes. The groans from behind the gag got louder and shriller, becoming screams of pain. 'This is just the start. I've got a lot more things planned for you - and I'm going to make you nice and obedient.' She stepped in close, letting the flogger-cords dangle over breasts, stroking them over Sara's body, Sara shivering and twisting again, legs tensing on either end of the spreader-bar. Then Hana kissed one of Sara's breasts, biting down on the nipple and drawing her head back, stretching the breast out. More dribble splashed from Sara's mouth, leaving a bright and shiny trail down her body as she whimpered and gibbered. 'Miss Akari, prepare a dildo. The large one.' Akari obeyed, picking up the fat and rubbery shaft, the thing heavy enough that it could be used as a club, squirting lube over it and rubbing it across the surface. Hana stroked a hand down Sara's body, teasing between the woman's legs, tickling at the pussy-lips. 'I hope you enjoy suffering - the only way that I'm going to let you have pleasure is after hurting you. Maybe if you beg enough, then you won't be hurt too badly?' She kept teasing at Sara's slit, Akari moving close with the dildo. Hana reached up, pulling away the blindfold, tear-filled eyes appearing from behind, already wide and desperate. 'This is Miss Akari. She's been... helping me. Himari is already nice and obedient, and you're going to be the same. Now, where do you think this cock should go?' She flicked at Sara's pussy, a ripple shivering through Sara's body as she swung in the air. 'Your pussy? Or your ass?' 'Nppphhhh!' Sara was moaning now, trying to force a scream through the gag. 'Oh? Your ass?' Another pussy-slap, tears starting to trickle down Sara's face. Akari moved around behind Sara, putting the tip of the fat shaft between the woman's buttocks, the twin mounds already tense and hard. She had to push, leaving shiny lube-smears against the skin, a few spanks helping to force them apart until Akari found the woman's asshole. Also tense and tight, she had to push hard to get just the tip in. Sara whined and gibbered, Hana's hands taking grip of her hips to hold her in place and make Akari's task easier. 'You see? Your body belongs to me now, and I can do whatever I want with you.' Akari twisted and pushed the cock, forcing Sara's tight anus wider and wider, the muscles unable to keep the thing out, getting forced wider and wider. Sara was struggling now, lost in the throes of panic. Akari scratched down Sara's back, enjoying the feeling of the tight muscles beneath her touch, following the graceful and soft lines of Sara's spine, all the way down to her buttocks. The cock was slowly getting deeper and deeper into place, Akari twisting it around, the lumps on the shaft further stretching out Sara's ass. 'The sooner you accept this, then the less I will have to hurt you. But you are going to become my obedient follower. Maybe a pet? That neck of yours is going to be wrapped in metal or leather.' The flogger cracked against skin again, now impacting across Sara's breasts, each impact making Sara tense up. Akari could feel the tension through the cock-shaft, the thing scraping inside of Sara, violating her body, still only about a third in. 'How should I dress you? You liked to dress me up in tight clothing - maybe I should put you in a tight and slutty dress, then cuff you to a wall outside. Let anyone who wants you use you. This tight cunt deserves to be shared, doesn't it?' Another flogger strike, up between Sara's legs, some of the cords flicking around to hit the woman's buttocks. Akari kept twisting the shaft, a long and pained whine sounding out from Sara as more and more of the shaft was forced into her. The buttocks were starting to loosen, Sara's resistance fading away. 'I think you need to suffer more. For everything that you used to make me do. How many times did you make me pleasure you down here?' A hand slapped against Sara's crotch, a gasping inhalation of breath. Akari put all her weight behind the dildo and shoved, forcing it in several inches all at once, giving it a twist. The thing was now firmly lodged deep within Sara's body, a few inches still outside, twitching slightly whenever Sara tensed up. Akari slapped her hand against Sara's buttocks, making the cock twitch and shake before giving her back another scratch, then stepping around and to the side to see what Hana was doing now. She had some clamps joined by a chain, and was running them down Sara's body, jabbing with the metal, before bringing them to a rest on a pussy-lip. Sara whined again, her eyes wide and desperate, making pathetic gibbering noises. A clamp bit into soft skin, Hana pulling on it to stretch the lip out. Akari moved up behind Hana, embracing her from behind, cupping a breast and finding the nipple, hard and erect. She moved a hand between Sara's legs, tapping on the chastity belt, making Hana sigh in pleasure. 'Good girl. You're getting the hang of this.' She kissed Hana's neck, squeezing the breast again, watching as Hana attached the other clip, both pussy-lips now clamped. Hana pulled on the joining chain, making the lips stretch outwards, a thick dollop of dribble splashing out from Sara's mouth, shining down her belly. 'She needs to suffer! She hurt me, so I want to hurt her. Make her beg and plead!' 'I would advise keeping the gag in for now. Her screams are likely to be painfully loud and shrill. You could attach a weight to the clamps though.' 'Npphhh!' Sara's head shook around, in short, frantic shakes, hair flicking around her eyes. There was nothing the woman could do though, unable to even close her legs as she twitched and shuddered. Hana leaned into her kiss with Akari, their lips brushing together, Akari continuing to stroke and caress the woman's body, finding it soft and warm beneath her touch. She steered Hana, moving her back towards the table of equipment. 'What else would you have me do to her?' Being ordered around made her own body tingle, a warmth through her crotch. 'Remove my belt?' Akari raised her hand, slapping it against Hana's buttocks, the flesh deforming under the strike. 'That is forbidden still. Until your training is complete.' She ground her own hips against Hana, her passions starting to surge. 'Keep training Sara, and perhaps you will deserve a reward - if hurting Sara is not reward enough.' Hana tensed up against Akari, before picking up an electric prod and some weights. Sara whined again but couldn't do anything as the weights clipped onto the clamp-chain, stretching out her pussy lips even more. 'Good girl. Sara needs to be taught discipline - that will help her know her place.' Akari kept grinding herself against Hana's body, feeling every movement Hana made. The prod was raised up, the prongs jabbing into a breast, deforming the soft mound. Sara's head shook, desperate whines sounding out, her pupils tiny pin-pricks, lost in her own fear. Electricity sparked, snapping into Sara's chest. Her body tensed up, arms raising her slightly upwards before she slumped back down. Another shock, and the same movement. 'This is less than what you did to me, I don't know what you're complaining about.' The prod slid downwards, resting over Sara's navel, smearing around the sticky, wet dribble. Another shock, Sara's belly tensing up, her body shaking and jerking around in pain, more spit splashing out. 'Where else should I put this?' Akari could feel the heat of Hana's body, the rapid beating of the woman's heart, her excitement clear and obvious, the prod moving a little further down, the prongs moving against Sara's already-tortured slit. She pushed the head inside of Sara, twisting it around, forcing the woman to whine in desperation. 'Pleapphhh! Npppphhhh...' Hana kept twisting the thing inside of Sara, pushing it deeper and deeper inside her victim. Then she pulled the trigger - it was deep enough inside of Sara that Akari couldn't hear the snap of electricity, but Sara's whole body tensed up, a moan of agony sounding out. Her chest heaved in a forced and pained breathing-spasm. The pussy-clamps shook and jerked, the weights dragging out the pussy-lips more. Akari's hand moved between Hana's legs, her fingertips brushing against the metal of the belt, pushing it up against Hana's crotch. She kept grinding her hips against Sara's thigh, her own pleasure increasing. More shocks, Sara's moans becoming screams, even through the gag, her body spasming and then going limp, resistance drained. 'Nppphhhh....' 'Very good.' Akari pushed herself closer against Hana, kissing the woman on the lips, sliding her tongue into Hana's mouth. Hana pressed back, warm and pliable, still holding the prod inside of Sara. When she slid it out, the thing was wet with Sara's juices, Hana moving it back, resting a prong right on top of Sara's clit. A desperate, shrill whine sounded out, Sara trying to twitch her hips out of the way, unable to move, lacking any leverage. Hana pressed the trigger again, a full-body shock-spasm running through Sara's body. Before she could sag down, Hana shocked her again, the spreader-bar jerking around, then dropping back down. Her body was entirely limp now, eyes vague and unfocused, sagging from the ceiling. 'Good girl. We'll keep doing this for a while, and then you should begin to think of how you will display them all for Mistress Leiko and her guests. But you have done well.' Another kiss - long, slow and warm, Hana sliding back against her. 'It seems you may be allowed your own pleasure soon - as long as you continue like this, and don't slack off.' 'Mrhmmmm... Yes, Miss Akari...' She kept jabbing with the prod, making Sara whine, twitch and gasp. The sounds made the kissing even more pleasurable, Akari teasing and stroking Hana's body, feeling the woman's softness, encouraging her to torment her former bully more and more. |