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Ayumi's Challenge
(Melissa DuVant)
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Ayumi's Challenge Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 3: An Error and an Ultimatum Chapter 7: A Well-Earned Reward Slaves
to the Amazons chapter 4: A New Start To Formant, for providing the inspiration and the illustrations Ayumi swaggered down the hallway, shock-prod over one shoulder, dragging her case behind her. The floor was rough and uneven, making the case bounce and twitch whenever it hit lumps on the stone floor, the squeaking of the wheels not quite enough to drown out the echoed whines from the dungeon cells. She swung the prod, striking at the metal bars, enjoying the way the women inside shuddered and flinched, even the blindfolded ones reacting to the noise. When she pressed the button on the prod, there was a loud snap, electricity discharging into air, making the harem-sluts twitch and shudder again, pressing themselves back against the cell walls, trying to get away, as much as possible. Ayumi grinned, savoring the surge of power and dominance she felt before speaking. 'Don't worry, I don't need a new test subject yet, I've not broken the current one. But I don't think she's going to last much longer! Which of you is going to be lucky enough to be next? I bet you all enjoyed the games we played to decide last time!' She stopped by the final cell - the occupant here was a tall, proud-looking woman, wearing just the tattered remnants of a silk skirt, along with a black and gold muzzle-mask that sealed her mouth. A sweeping river of glossy black hair half-covered her otherwise bare chest, letting Ayumi admire her body, especially as her arms and neck were strapped to the wall, holding her up in a T-shape. She glared at Ayumi, hatred obvious as she narrowed her eyes. 'Maybe it will be you? Although I have to get special permission, because you were the sheikh's favorite, before getting sent down here.' She pushed the prod through the bars of the cell, the space small enough that she was able to touch the thing against the woman's bare stomach, despite her attempts to twist away. She twisted it further down, dislodging the remnants of the skirt, revealing a bare pussy beneath. A gasp came from behind the muzzle-mask, even louder when Ayumi used the prongs to twist against the slit. 'I'm told you were never tormented much? That will just make it even more fun when I'm allowed to play with you. Or maybe Suleika can have some time with you, I think that's what she wants. It's pretty hard to tell, as she's not allowed to talk, despite being the main torture-bitch here.' She kept twisting and pushing with the prod, forcing it into the woman's tight slit, smiling as she saw tears of humiliation and pain start to sparkle in the dark, proud eyes. 'You must have pissed someone off badly to be sent down here, and you can't use that pretty mouth of yours to beg for mercy anymore.' Another push, harder this time, making the woman shiver before Ayumi withdrew it. 'I'll be back for you later, I hope! But I've got something new to play with.' She slammed the prod against the cell bars again, letting the sound echo around before heading into what she called her lab. It was always nice to be down here - the room was air-conditioned, the temperature cool and crisp, unlike the stifling heat of the dungeons. Her usual clothing of a tight shirt and short trousers stood apart from the silks and wraps of the harem-sluts, but wasn't really made for the punishingly dry heat in this place! It also helped make it obvious that she wasn't one of the harem-sluts, for the guests to abuse, even if she did sometimes get mistaken for a boy. Being in a literal palace was kind of cool in some ways, but so much of the building was really, really old, and that showed! She'd had to get Princess Rania to put wiring in so that she could hook all her equipment up, and the wifi connection kept dropping out. And all the decorated stone and marble looked neat, but she preferred steel and concrete, all nice and new and modern. A whimper came from one corner of her lab, along with the soft shaking of chains. 'Don't worry, I'll get to you soon. Apparently your parents have been asking about you, so I might have to let you go, which is a shame. Guess even Princess Chaima can't keep saying there's visa issues, especially for the daughter of a diplomat.' There was another whimper, Ayumi looking at the source - a tall, blonde woman, tied to a metal cross, with electrodes taped all over her skin. A thick bit-gag was between her teeth, her jaw visibly tight around it, while her body was covered with fear-sweat, shining under the cold, white lights. 'You should know better than to accept invitations from strangers! Even princesses of a tiny little country like this.' She let go of the case, walking closer to the woman, watching as a long ribbon of drool spread from her mouth, before snapping and splatting to the floor. 'Don't worry, these last few weeks will be our little secret. I recorded most of it, but that's just for my personal entertainment.' There was a control panel next to the woman, and she twisted a dial on it. The woman immediately started to twitch and spasm, the electrodes over her body now active, forcing her body to tense up, making her slender body wonderfully tight, and provoking more whines and gasps. 'Maybe I'll pay you a visit? I'm sure you could make some time for me - after all, we're friends, aren't we? I'm your favorite techno-torturer, and you're one of my favorite pain-sluts. Or at least one of the toughest - not many can take all those shocks without passing out.' While the woman gasped and whined, Ayumi plugged her prod in to charge, before pulling on latex gloves. They came all the way to her elbows, protecting her from any stray shocks as she approached closer. The fear in the woman's eyes gave her a thrill, but she resisted touching herself - there would be plenty of time for that later, after she'd had her fun! She reached out, pressing her palm against the nice, trim tummy, feeling it contract and tense. 'You should thank me, really. You were a little pudgy here, and now that's all gone. All those shocks have burned away a lot of fat!' She moved her hand down, teasing at the woman's pussy-lips, where wires were taped into place. It was easy to slide a finger into place, nice and deep, and when she pulled it out she could see it shine with pussy-juice. 'Maybe I should hook you up with a strict master or mistress? You certainly seem into this, despite your complaints.' That triggered a desperate, pathetic whine from behind the bit-gag, tears starting to trickle down the woman's face. Ayumi stroked and teased her a little more, running her fingers over soft skin, feeling muscles tense and contract. 'You've been such a lovely guest! Princess Rania liked playing with you as well - such a shame you have to be sent home. Maybe Chaima will want to request you visit again in the future?' She twisted the dials, turning the electricity up, just a little. 'But I need to spend time with my test subject - I'll be back for you later.' She stroked the woman on the cheek, leaving a thin smear of pussy-juice there before turning away, wheeling her case behind her. Sensors picked up her movement, more lights blinking on, illuminating more of the space, shining off cold steel. The chamber had been utterly transformed from what it had been - empty, dusty stone, with just a few old decorations on the wall, now it looked like something properly modern, far better than before! The lights shone down on cages, all clean and currently empty, and person-sized glass tubes, with chains and cuffs hanging down. She hadn't had the chance to test them yet, but once the Princess picked out a suitable victim, then someone could be restrained in one, a breathing mask strapped over their head, before sealing them into a vacuum, or filling the tube with fluid. Being able to hurt someone otherwise utterly isolated from the outside side... The thought was exhilarating! But she had other work to do first, despite the pleasures of what might be. At least, once Princess Rania stopped getting distracted by other things! She walked across the room, case rolling behind her, staring at her current project. Another woman, this one tightly restrained in a metal frame, arms and legs clamped into place so that she was in a sideways-H shape, her head supported with a metal band over her forehead. Bulbs were in front of each of her eyes, forcing her to keep them shut or be dazzled, while small speakers hissed with white noise directed into her ears. A nose-hook was in place, distorting her features, beautiful face twisted and contorted. Her mouth was held open with a ring-gag, a clamp holding her tongue outside, with wires attached, with a large puddle of dribble on the floor in front of her. Wires were connected to all the sensitive parts of her body - nipples, stomach, pussy, asshole, even her palms and the soles of her feet, and she was drenched with sweat. Her cunt was spread wide - clamps on each of the lips were tied to her thighs, holding her spread open, making it easy to see the metal dildo held inside of her, and just how drenched she was, desire obvious to see. 'Wow, you've made quite a mess, haven't you?' There was no sign that the woman even heard her, hearing bathed in the soft, white noise from the speakers. Even when Ayumi approached, there was no reaction, until she cut the noise. The woman immediately twitched, arms and legs tensing up, straining at the metal that held her, the tip of her tongue wriggling around. 'Been having fun? I've been tracking your vitals and it looked like you blacked out a few times, before the shocks forced you back. I hope you enjoyed your rest, because that's about all you're going to get.' The sound the woman made was barely human, just a pathetic, wordless groan, more dribble splashing from her mouth. 'You really are a mess, aren't you? Just a few days, and you're like this. It's not that long since you were all pretty and proud, but then you fucked up. Lots of fun for me!' She reached out, fondling the bare pussy, reaching in and pulling out the long metal dildo. The scent of the woman was strong and intoxicating. 'Three days of teasing - and a lot of shocks!' She slapped a breast, making it shake and jiggle. 'I guess I should have asked Rania your name, but I suppose it doesn't really matter, and I'm not sure if you even know anymore.' A shock went into the tongue, making it tense up, more dribble spilling out. 'But I've got a new toy to test on you - a nice vintage one! And I've ordered some new stuff out of Singapore, really fancy and cutting edge. Not strictly legal in most places, but that's not a problem here, when the Princess sets the rules. Well, her dad, I guess, but close enough.' She turned the blinding bulbs off, wanting to be able to see the woman's face properly, feeling a little dazzled herself. An effective torture device, but she needed to wear sunglasses to make it not affect herself! Maybe she could build a visor with the lights on the inside? 'Eyes open - unless you want more volts into your sweet little pussy.' She could barely hear the answering whine, but the woman obeyed, opening her eyes, staring blearily forward, probably still seeing light-blobs in her vision. 'That's it. Obey, and I won't hurt you. Well, not as much!' She slapped the bare and spread cunt with the back of her hand, hard enough to hurt, before opening up her case and taking out two large blocks from inside. 'These are older than I am! But sometimes you've got to go vintage, just for the right feel, you know?' She placed each one opposite a foot, tearing off the taped-on wire on each sole, before hooking tape around a toe, pulling it tight onto a leg. The woman was twitching uncertainly, unable to turn her head to see what was going on, making more grunts and whines. Each of the boxes had a fold-out metal arm, attached to a motor. When she turned them on, the arms pumped back and forth, just short of touching the foot, and Ayumi nodded to herself in satisfaction - sometimes this vintage stuff was all broken and junky, but the seller had seemed on the level. From the case she took two feathers - plucked by Rania herself from some almost-extinct bird species that very morning, and clipped them onto the arms. Now when she turned the motors on again, the feathers moved forward, twisting slightly in the air before stroking against the woman's feet. 'See? I can do things that don't just cause pain.' As soon as the feathers touched the bare soles, the woman shivered and twitched. Each further touch made this more and more intense, a strange, gurgling sound coming out, that was barely recognizable as choking and strained laughter. 'Never tried tickle-torture before. Guess it works?' The woman was shaking in her bonds before, eyes starting to roll back in her head as she convulsed in the distorted gulps of laughter, body forced into spasming paroxysms. It shattered any attempt at regular breathing, the slut's chest spasming and shuddering as she was forced into brutally pained laughter, eyes going wide and white with panic. Ayumi stood back, taking in the sight of it all, enjoying the stretched-out limbs, the complete trapped immobility of the woman, unable to do more than tense up a little, writhing powerlessly in place, her cunt still spread wide by the clamps. The only sounds were her pained laughter-breaths, and the steady clanking of the pistons, driving the feathers back and forth. She picked up two long metal needles, wires attached to them, and flicked a switch before approaching. The woman's clit was a tempting target - soft and damp, easy to see in her spread cunt. She gently poked it with one needle, staring at the woman, who was barely conscious, lost in her own private hell. When she tapped the other needle forward, the circuit was completed, electricity shooting through the soft, sensitive bud, inflicting further pain. The woman spasmed, thighs tensing up, eyes desperately trying to focus. The scent of pussy-juice was even more intense, a weak squirt shooting out, Ayumi feeling it soaking onto her trousers. Another excuse for more pain! She tapped the needles against the clit again and again, making the woman's cunt tense up, her whining moans getting even louder. 'It looks like you're enjoying this! Maybe you're a masochist after all.' Each shock made another small squirt happen, as Ayumi tormented the captive clit, poking against the sensitive nub. 'I hope you appreciate all the work I've put into you - this stuff isn't easy to set up!' There was no answer, at least not anything that was close to words, just desperate and pathetic gasping, as every muscle in the woman's body tensed up. 'Of course, you're just a practice run. Once I'm done with you, then I want to try someone that's not half-broken already. And out here I don't need to worry about the police or anyone interfering, I can do whatever I want! Just need to wait for that shipment to arrive, and then I'll have all sorts of fun toys to play with.' She held the needles in place, continually shocking the clit, pushing the woman into a brutal and forced orgasm, standing aside to avoid the final spurt of liquid. She'd need a cleaning-slut as well to deal with the mess - she certainly wasn't going to be mopping it up herself, that was for slaves and sluts to deal with! A few more jabs, but the woman barely responded now, having slumped into unconsciousness, showing her weakness. She'd need another test subject soon - this one was almost broken, and far too weak. Another jab of the needles produced a spasming twitch, but the woman was clearly unconscious, the movement nothing more than the forced tensing up of muscles. Even as the feathers kept tickling, her responses were barely anything. Ayumi sighed to herself, putting the needles away. Time to go ask Rania for another harem-slut to play with! And get her to sign off on some more imports... Ayumi tapped at buttons on the controller, guiding her character though a combo, the sounds of impact echoing against the walls, drowning out soft whimpers from some of the nearby cages. She didn't bother raising her voice to yell at the women in the cages - she'd get around to dealing with them later. Instead, she twisted her butt, making herself comfortable. Supporting her was one of the harem-sluts, body bent backwards - her latex-sheathed legs were against Ayumi's back, the crook of her knees a surprisingly comfortable angle. Her butt was on the woman's back, with their own ass between her legs, a neon-bright butt-plug sticking outwards. She pulled her own legs up, knocking the plug with an ankle, feeling the seat-woman shudder as it pulled on her insides. Would tighter restraints be better? But being able to feel that it was actually a person being used as a chair was part of the fun, so some level of movement was needed, even if reduced functionality as a piece of furniture. She blocked several attacks, the game making noises of encouragement as she did so, her super-meter charging up, glowing brightly. The light from the screen shone off metal, making cage-bars gleam with color, illuminating her toys and inventions. Stacked up by the large screen were several cardboard boxes, the shipping manifests still stuck to the side - she'd need to open them up soon and check that nothing had been broken in transit, and that it all worked. And that would be a lovely excuse to have some fun! She twisted backwards against the slut-chair, feeling the yielding, latex-wrapped skin, hearing a faint whine from beneath herself. The elasticity of the restraints was just about right - enough movement that she could twist to make herself more comfortable, but tight enough to keep the woman firmly locked into place. She countered again, before her fingers flickered over the controller, the screen flaring with even brighter colors, the effects of the super-move so bright that it made her wince. She needed to get better controls for the lights down here - having to get up and turn them off or on was really annoying! 'It looks like you're having fun.' The sudden voice made her jump, screwing up the next set of inputs, taking several hits, her health dropping. She turned, squinting into the darkness, blinded by the light of the screen. She could just about see a tall, slender woman, dressed in expensive and elegant clothing, staring down at her. She paused the game, the screen turning black, letting her eyes adjust to see Princess Rania. For a princess, and one normally dressed in stiletto heels, Rania could move with disconcerting silence! She put the controller aside, getting to her feet, the slut-seat gasping as the weight was removed. Rania was taller than her, and the 4-inch heel-spikes she wore pushed her even higher up, letting her stare down at Ayumi with a harsh smile. In her hand was a shock-prod - Ayumi's own shock-prod, the special, custom one she had made herself. Seeing it being held by someone else, even the Princess, made her tense up, hands closing into fists. That was hers, specially crafted and tuned! The Princess raised it, holding it in front of her, carefully scrutinizing the length of it. Ayumi tensed further, knowing just how powerful it was - at full strength, it would knock anyone out with a single jolt. Rania kept smiling at her, holding the thing horizontally, and then letting it drop. Ayumi thrust her arms out, managing to cradle it, feeling the shock of impact and holding it close against herself, feeling a little better when she twisted it around to hold the grip. 'I hope work is progressing well on the tasks I assigned you?' Rania's smile was savagely sweet as she reached out, stroking Ayumi's head, fingers warm and soft as she brushed a few stray strands of hair back into place. 'You certainly seem to have made this space rather more useful than before - this is certainly more interesting than the storage room it used to be. Why don't you show me your progress? And all the latest things you've been acquiring - you certainly seem to be ordering a lot of quite expensive equipment.' She clicked her fingers and the lights blinked on, Ayumi taking a moment to realize how - there was one of the interchangeable slave-sluts by the light switch, body sheathed in tight leather that hid every inch of her skin, her wrists chained to her neck with golden chains, the only sign of life her eyes, peering out from the black leather. 'Yes, Princess.' 'Hmmm, that chair is rather interesting. A little lower than I like, but amusing, nevertheless.' Ayumi started to relax a little, using her prod as a bludgeon to knock at the plug in the seat-slut's ass. 'Actually, I do have an improved model. One that has some extra functionality built in. Would you like to see?' She hit the plug again, the bent and bound legs tensing, unable to move more than a few millimeters. Rania nodded, and Ayumi led the way, Rania walking close behind, heels clicking against the stone floor. As she walked past the cages, Ayumi swung the prod against the bars, making the women inside shudder and squeal, chains rattling as they moved. All of them were gagged, making sure they couldn't make any more coherent noises, but their fear made Ayumi feel more self-confident, her step quickening as she moved towards her latest "project". She'd built it in a small section at the back of the room, partitioned by a thick curtain of plastic, holding it aside to let Rania enter first. Purple strip lights illuminated the space, shining off polished metal and soft skin. In the middle of the room was another woman, body bent into a chair shape, her arms and legs held in place with rigid metal, a padded cushion along her hands and feet, serving to make her both more comfortable as a seat, and to restrain her more fully. Her head had been bent upwards to press against her legs, a leather hood giving anonymity, making her even more into just a "thing". She was naked except for the hood, and a device plugged into her pussy and asshole, a joystick protruding upwards, the ball lit from inside with an LED. Rania strode forward, running her nails along the body of the chair-slut, hard enough to make the woman tense up, although she was so tightly bound she couldn't move, as Rania sat down. She leaned back, making herself comfortable and twisting around, head resting against the cushion. 'Hmmm. Comfortable enough, but I was expecting something a little more innovative from you.' She dug her nails into a buttock and scratched, leaving red lines in the exposed skin, staring at Ayumi with a faint smile. 'It's a controller as well. I've currently rigged it to control another test subject.' She gestured at a wall, currently dark, before going and hitting another switch to turn a light on. This revealed a woman inside a glass tank, her arms and legs spread by metal shackles, making it impossible for her to move. Wires ran into her ass and pussy, while a breathing mask covered her mouth, her eyes going wide with fear when she saw Rania. A thin metal mesh was on the inside of the tube, with a stubby black block attached to it, able to move along the mesh-grid. 'Ah, this is looking more interesting already.' Rania reached between her legs, lightly rolling the joystick with her palm, a motor whirring somewhere. 'It's a shooting game. Press the button on the seat's ass.' She watched, admiring Rania's body, sleek and sensual as silks flowed with her movements, slapping a button between her chair's buttocks. Both the princesses were hot as hell, but were super-dominant - Ayumi didn't want to risk getting tied up by either, in case they refused to let her go! But they gave her access to resources and harem-sluts for her own amusement, which worked out well. Lights immediately flashed on, moving over the captive woman's body. Over her navel was a bright dot, which moved as Rania manipulated the joystick. A bright circle appeared on the woman's left breast, starting large and then steadily shrinking, the laser dot moving over towards it. When she tapped the button again, there was an electric whine and a flash, the woman tensing up and grunting in pain. Another circle appeared, over the woman's navel, and Rania "shot" that one as well, before the woman started to slowly rotate, showing off her body, but making it harder to track the location of the targets. 'There's actually a little taser on the inside that moves as you control it. Each time you pull the trigger, it shoots out, then retracts.' Rania's face was predatory and intense, moving the stick with greater confidence now, shooting at the targets as they appeared, getting faster and faster. The woman kept rotating, but she was suffering from the repeated shocks, her body going even tighter. 'She's wired up in the ass and pussy, giving her more shocks, but also vibrating and teasing her.' Rania nodded, not bothering to respond as she kept playing, shooting each of the targets as they appeared, the shocks getting stronger and stronger. The tube meant that any gasps of pain went entirely unheard, but just from the way the woman was reacting, her increasing pain was obvious! And a few little red sting-marks, two pinprick welts next to each other, bumps rising where the taser had shot her. The shocks were weaker than normal, so that the target could be shot again and again without getting knocked out. Tears were starting to form in the woman's eyes, the lights in the tube making her body bright and shiny. The next target-circle appeared, right over her pussy, and Rania grinned as she lined up the shot, watching as the circle shrunk down before pressing the button. The taser shot forward, the woman's entire body going into a brutal-looking spasm, Ayumi biting her lip in pleasure at the sight. The woman's face was starting to turn red as she labored for air, chest heaving, then spasming as another taser-shot zapped her back, along the line of her spine. 'And is there some way to win? It's entertaining enough, but I like a decisive victory - or at least the knowledge that someone else has been defeated.' 'Each time you hit, her airflow gets a little more limited. Not enough to cause permanent harm, but it will weaken her. And the vibrations will get more intense over time, in both of her holes. I'm still unsure if there should be distinctions between making her cum, making her pass out or both.' 'Hmmm. I don't think a toy should be allowed to orgasm. Could you make a cutoff to ensure that doesn't happen?' 'I can install a collar that will knock her out before she climaxes.' 'That would work. And to wake her up again afterwards! It would be annoying, and boring, to have to wait for her to recover each time. You know how I don't like to be bored. Maybe a two-player mode as well - I'm sure I can find a "volunteer" for both the chair and the target.' As Rania spoke, she kept playing, twisting and wriggling the stick, managing to keep up with the increasing speed. The woman was now visibly struggling, panting for air, eyelids fluttering, between her eyes going painfully wide each time she was shocked. Dozens of the pinprick marks were dotted all over her torso and back, showing where the taser had jolted her. The wetness between her legs was more and more obvious as well! And then she tensed up, giving a final spasm before slumping down, body going limp, pushed beyond endurance. Rania shot her a few more times, but the response was a purely autonomic twitch, the woman now beyond pain, at least until she woke up. 'Quite entertaining! Perhaps it might be fun to make them compete against each other - the losers can become the next targets. And I quite like the control mechanism, there are few seats as comfortable as a person.' She leaned back, resting against the bent-back legs again, lightly scratching her nails against the bare skin of the human chair. 'You've certainly earned your keep, Ayumi. You certainly deserve your reputation! I'll make sure your next deliveries are expediated - I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll make next. Although if you could ensure they don't need to be plugged in?' She gestured at the power cords winding across the floor. 'The palace is a heritage site, so sockets are something of a rarity, and the generators are old.' 'I've ordered some already. And batteries mean lots of long-term toys become possible.' 'Good. I look forward to being entertained further! And I think I'll have this chair moved to my personal chambers, it's much more comfortable than my current one.' She scratched again, harder this time, before she stood up. 'Keep me informed of your progress.' Rania departed, leaving nothing but her scent behind as she walked away, leaving Ayumi behind, head buzzing with more ideas.
Chapter 3: An Error and an Ultimatum Ayumi's head hurt, swallowed up in thick, foggy darkness, as she slowly fumbled from darkness into consciousness. She could taste rubber, and something horrible and overly sweet, lingering in the back of her throat, making her want to gag. Everything felt tired and heavy, and it was an effort to even open her eyes, as she slowly became aware of bright light glaring down at her. And it was hot - hotter even than the dungeon. Rather than the dull, throbbing, dark heat of the stony passages, this was the bright and stinging heat of the sun and the desert, dry and close. Fingers pinched her chest, hard enough to hurt, jerking her into full wakefulness, her eyes slamming open, the bright light impossible to see through. 'Good, you're finally awake. I suppose the doses might have been a little much, given your petite size.' Ayumi tensed, not liking being dazzled, trying to make her hands to shade her eyes. She met resistance - her arms were laid parallel to her body, but she could barely move them, feeling soft and padded cuffs on her wrists. Adrenaline surged, waking her up fully and she tried to move her legs, finding them restrained as well. She was on her back, a stiff mattress beneath her, suddenly becoming aware of another padded band over her forehead. 'If you scream, then your life will become very unpleasant.' It was the Princess - Princess Chaima, the one that did all the business affairs, leaving Rania in charge of the harem. Her nails jabbed into Ayumi's chest, just beneath her collarbone. 'You are talented, but I can find another torturer if needed, even one with your talent for electricity and gadgets.' Ayumi's eyes were adjusting now, able to see in the bright glare. Above her was a plaster ceiling, bright white, with brilliant sunlight streaming in from an open balcony. A fan was slowly turning, doing very little to make the temperature more bearable. And stood above her was Princess Chaima, in her sleekly expensive business suit, an unpleasant smile on her face. 'At least you were easy to knock out, you don't seem the type that can put up a fight. Suleika doesn't like you to start with, so was only too happy to bring you in.' Memories lurched into Ayumi's head - she had been testing a new device, sat atop a latex-clad slut-chair. An arm over her throat, like an iron bar, cutting off her air, and sending her into pained, choked darkness... And now she was here. She tensed up again, eyes darting nervously around. Was Suleika here? The leather-wrapped bitch was crazy, and had been in chastity for months, if not years. The stuff she did to some of the harem-sluts was hot as hell to watch, but Ayumi didn't want any of it done to her! Chaima stroked hair out of Ayumi's eyes, staring down at her. 'Don't worry, I'm not handing you over to Suleika - at least, not yet. I have some uses for you, which cannot be achieved if you're screaming in her dungeon. Now, do you remember what happened shortly before you woke up here?' Her eyes were hard, despite her light tone, making Ayumi acutely aware of how she was naked and exposed, as well as being restrained on the bed. And her crotch ached and throbbed - dull, but still something she hadn't felt before. She couldn't move her head to look down at herself, the strap fixing her into place. 'I... I was running some experiments with a new device. I had three slaves wired up on the frame, and then I hit the switch...' She smiled at the memory - the three women, bound and gagged, metal dildos on every hole, screaming through gags as they were shocked. 'And then... the power went out...' 'Yes, it did. Just as I was showing some very important guests around the palace. The whole building was plunged into darkness until the backup generators kicked in. Making us, and specifically myself, look foolish. While your toys are amusing, it seems that you need a lesson in what happens when you make a mistake.' Before Ayumi could respond, Chaima's hand was pressed down over her mouth, silencing her. Despite the sleek business suit, Chaima was wearing surgical gloves on her hands, the taste making Ayumi wince - and she didn't dare bite or resist, although it was hard to breathe, her heart starting to throb painfully hard. 'Rania talked me down from my initial anger, so you should thank her for not being transformed into Suleika's plaything. But lessons must be learned.' Her hand tightened over Ayumi's face, squeezing painfully hard into her cheeks. 'Just as you are the resident electro-torture specialist, I also keep a medical specialist on staff, and I requested that she perform a special alteration on you.' Ayumi's blood ran cold, the dull ache in her crotch suddenly terrifying. What had been done to her? 'If you impress me enough, it is simple enough to reverse. But if you fail, then, well... I'm sure you've had enough orgasms in your life already, so you will have to endure with just those memories. Nothing as complicated as your technological toys, but amusing nevertheless. A clitoral sheathe.' Ayumi's head was throbbing, the lack of air starting to sear her lungs, Chaima still patiently explaining. 'A few piercings over your juicy little cunt, and a nice tight curve of metal. Not much to it - but the only way to remove it, without cutting through all the metal, is with a special key.' She removed her hand, Ayumi gasping down air, as Chaima pulled out a tiny and ridged metal column from her cleavage, dangling from a necklace. 'Until your work is complete, then your clitoris will be locked away. Somewhat more elegant than a chastity belt, and just as effective. And even more permanent, should you fail to satisfy me! Of course, I've also confiscated your passport, in case you were foolish enough to try and flee.' She tucked the key-column into her cleavage again, before snapping her fingers and standing back. One of her staff-sluts moved in, one of the interchangeable beauties she seemed to always have on-hand, this one dressed for business, or at least to fuck and suck foreign investors. Ayumi felt her restraints get released, freeing her arms and legs. She immediately sat up, feeling between her legs, the softness of her pussy-lips... and then the hard curve of metal, securely attached into place by piercings, brutally pushed through her labia. 'You are young. Should the piercings be removed quickly enough, then I imagine they will heal as though it was never there. If it is left in place too long though, well... then you might have more permanent marks.' Ayumi pressed harder against the metal, feeling it press against her clit, but there was no way around it. And she didn't want to even think about using any tools powerful enough to cut through it, not that close to her body! 'Complete the task I have for you, and it will be removed, and you can stay here as a resident torturer - although I hope you will be significantly more careful not to cause blackouts again in future. Fail, and you will have your pretty little clit locked away forever, and I might let Suleika have you to play with. Do you understand?' 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. Slaves to the Amazons chapter 4: A New Start Megan and Summer are the queens of their
college - young, beautiful and dominant, happy to be fawned over by their
lessers. But that brings them to the attention of Morrigan and Victoria -
proud, powerful and eager to acquire the two attractive young women for
training as their personal property. After abducting them, they bring them to
their manor, with everything they need to break their wills. Victoria stalked around the room, feeling impatient. She wanted to start already! The two new slaves were prepared and ready, save for still both being unconscious. They were both ready, dangling from their wrists, their legs held spread by chains, bodies deliciously taut - Megan a little more plump, slightly bigger breasts, Summer more slender and toned, angled to face each other. All the equipment was ready, a long table laid out with all manner of whips, crops, canes and more inventive "toys", but the damn slaves were still out! Even with the hoods on, it was obvious they were still unconscious! Victoria tapped her smartwatch, using it to activate the earbuds inserted into the slaves, glad she couldn't hear the high-pitched whine they would be subjected to. Summer was the first to stir, the chains holding up her wrists twisting slightly, The chains stirred again, her hair sliding over her shoulders, breasts moving as she sucked in deeply, the sack shifting on her head 'Time to wake up, slave.'. 'Eugh...' She groaned, her breasts shaking as she took a wavering, shaky breath, Victoria's hand moving over the tools and toys, before settling on an electrical prod, a long shaft tipped with shiny metal prongs. There would be plenty of time, so nothing too permanent, at least not yet! She watched as Morrigan went for a crop, a metal stud embedded into the head to make the impacts harder. With that at the ready, she approached Summer, standing squarely in front of the woman, ready to be seen. The interrogation room was lit by cold, merciless spotlights that left no shadows, gleaming of the latex that kissed against Victoria's skin, and showed the grime, sweat and dirt on Summer's body, and the neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair between her legs. She pushed the prod forward, sliding it over that deliciously smooth belly, hard enough to scrape at the skin, before pulling the trigger. Summer spasmed, her whole torso juddering, sucking in a pained breath, her arms tensing and pulling herself upwards for a moment, before giving up and making her drop. The bag sucked in, as Victoria reached up to pluck it off her head. Her eyes were beautifully wide and tearful, her thighs trying to close before reaching the limit of the chains. 'Ah, you're awake no...' Victoria's comment was interrupted by a desperate scream, Summer now fully conscious, twisting against her restraints. Every movement highlighted her nudity, muscles taut and writhing beneath supple skin, practically begging for a few welts and other marks. The scream was loud though, making Victoria wince. She jabbed with the prod, shoving with the contact-prongs before pulling the trigger, sending a jolt into Summer's chest, cutting the scream short as her lungs were forced to spasm. She spluttered and coughed, eyes slowly focusing, reflexively tossing her head to keep hair out of her face. 'I don't like screaming, so will punish it harshly.' Victoria kept her voice light and cheerful, taking pleasure in the increasing panic and fear in Summer's gaze. 'You need to understand your...' She was cut off by another yowling scream, the sound boring into her ears, making her wince. Several more shocking jabs were needed before Summer started to silence herself, and even then it seemed she had only been silenced by her inability to draw breath! The other one was starting to rouse herself as well, the chains rattling, as Morrigan swung her crop upwards, catching them between the legs. A moment later, there was another scream, yelling for help, followed by the sounds of the crop impacting against flesh turning the scream into whimpers. 'You can scream all you want, but no-one can hear you.' Summer tensed up, her limbs pulling on the chains. 'Let me go! Crazy bitOWWW!' Victoria shocked her again, this time jabbing her in the tits. 'I'm going to ask you questions, and you are going to answer. The more stubborn you are, then the more I will hurt you. I need you intact, but there's a lot of things that can be done to you that will hurt, but not break you.' She lowered the prod, pushing it between Summer's legs, gently sliding the prongs inside of the woman. Summer tried to twist away, but lacked the leverage, her hips twisting powerlessly, her body suspended. The crop slapped against skin, Megan grunting in pain. 'When we get out, you bitches are dead! I'll have you arrested and fucked raw in jail!' Victoria smiled when she heard the sting of the crop, again and again, Megan's speech fading as she was assaulted. 'Oh, no-one knows you're here, and no-one will be looking for you. The sooner you figure that out, the better - or at least the easier matters will be. It can be fun crushing a spirit, but there's so many more things that can be done as well.' Victoria pushed the prod forward, sliding the full head into Summer's slit, forcing it open, taking pleasure in how Summer tried to squirm away, face contorting with pain. 'Would you like me to pull the trigger?' Summer's eyes were as wide as they could go, a panic-sweat making her skin shine. 'Get that thing out of me! Fuck off!' Victoria pulled the trigger, feeling a pulse of pleasure and satisfaction as Summer moaned, the shock delivered inside of her body. 'I am your owner now, and forever. I am going to ask you questions and you will respond. If you don't, then I will hurt you. If you pass out, then I will wait until you wake up, and we will start again.' She twisted her wrist, feeling the resistance of Summer's pussy as she pushed it forward, Summer gasping in pain. 'If you're obedient, you might even get rewarded. Or perhaps both of you will need punishing. Or maybe we'll just punish your sister instead - and that would all be your fault.' The chains shook and rattled, both of the girls twisting around, fingers and feet flailing for purchase, unable to find any. Megan yelped as Morrigan struck her, red welts forming on tender flesh. 'Get off! Go away, you sick freaks!' Morrigan slapped Megan across the face, full-force. 'We own you now - you should be honored to be chosen. Or we will have to take the time to make you fully appreciate what an honor this is, for useless sluts like you two.' She grabbed Megan by the throat, squeezing there, Megan starting to cry. 'Let... Let me go! My family's rich, we can pay!' Victoria turned back to Summer, ignoring Megan's screams as she was assaulted. When Victoria moved, the slightest twitch of her wrist transmitted itself into Summer's soft slit. 'Now, how much of a slut are you? As your new owner, I need to know everything about you.' 'No! You don't own me! Let me go, you sick freak!' Summer's desperate struggles were amusing to watch, the chains impossible to break out of, before Victoria pulled the trigger of the prod. Summer's scream was even louder this time, her head slamming back, the scream turning to a pitiful whimper, her hips convulsing. 'By the time your training is complete, you will find such things pleasurable. But your owner has asked you a question, and a slave should respond, unless she wants further punishment. So - how many people have you fucked?' Another pull of the trigger, and this time Summer's lungs were empty of air, even her whimper pathetic and almost silent. 'It will hurt less if you tell me - or perhaps I should put you into a medical examination chair and check myself? Would you like that?' 'Nphhh...' Victoria twisted the prod out before approaching, enjoying the fearful shaking, stroking her latex-wrapped fingers along Summer's crotch. 'Hmmm, still dry. Well, after I'm through with you, then this sort of thing will arouse you. Although you'll only be getting off with my permission.' She had to force a finger into Summer, twisting it around. 'Again, for the last time before I find something else to torture you with - how many people have you fucked?' She jabbed her finger deeper, feeling the resistance and shoving through it, making Summer suck in a deep breath, before managing to whimper out an answer. 'Three!' 'Hmm, that's lower than I thought. Guess you weren't that much of a slut.' She stroked her finger back and forth, feeling Summer's body slowly lubricating itself, her pussy getting wet around Victoria's finger. 'And how many of them did you let fuck you in the ass?' Summer's face twisted in revulsion, her hips shaking as she tried to pull herself up off Victoria's finger. 'None!' 'An anal virgin? Well, we'll have to take care of that. I've got a lovely strap-on we can use. Your body is going to be altered - you are going to become mine, in every way.' It was getting easier and easier to move her finger around, as Summer's body was slowly forced towards pleasure. 'It seems your body knows how to obey, at least.' A scream sounded out, Megan suddenly twisting, writhing in her chains, Morrigan assaulting her with the crop. Welts formed on the woman's skin, her screaming loud and piercing, before Morrigan grabbed her throat and squeezed, the loud sound getting cut down to a pained whimper. 'It seems your sister might need more training. Or perhaps she's just stupid?' As Summer inhaled, Victoria slapped a fist against her belly, knocking the air from her lungs and cutting off any potential screaming. 'I hope you're going to obey... Although maybe I'll need to break you in, first? Before we start on the more permanent alterations. You are going to need to learn the rules of your new life.' Summer shook her head, swift and desperate movements, tears in her eyes. She glanced up, looking over at Megan, obviously hoping for some relief, but her sister was just as tied-up as she was. 'In time, you will learn the rules fully, and chant them when I request. But for now, the first rule is that you will obey me and Morrigan as though we are your gods. If you disappoint us, then you will suffer.' She pushed another finger into Summer, feeling how tight Summer was, although her pussy was starting to loosen now. 'Your life before now has been pampered and privileged - now you are meat, ready to be shaped. I will break you, to mold you into what I want you to be. The sooner you accept that, then the less of you I will have to destroy. You are not going to be saved or rescued - you are mine, from now until the end of days.' Megan was moaning in pain now, Morrigan still choking her with one hand, using the other to flick the crop over her victim's body, bruises starting to form all over Megan's soft skin. 'You see? Now I think I need to hurt you, just to keep things even.' This close in, it was awkward to lever the prod properly, but she could twist it up, shoving it into one of Summer's breasts, enjoying the sight of the deformed skin. When she pulled the trigger, Summer screamed, the sound loud and desperate. Victoria could feel Summer's heat starting to permeate through the latex on her fingers, Summer's body betraying her. She squeezed the trigger again, feeling Summer tense up, muscular tremors running through Summer's body. 'You are going to serve me with your body, and with your pain. Everything you do, will be for me. You will become my N'Kriss, and serve me in every way.' Her fingers found Summer's clit, a soft little nub buried within her folds, lightly squeezing it between her fingertips. 'A good slave is allowed pleasure.' She squeezed it harder, before twisting her fingers back and forth to stimulate Summer further. 'But a bad slave will find herself punished. Your body is already partially trained, but I will refine it further.' 'No! I'm not your slave! Get away from me, you sick freak!' Victoria slid her fingers out, giving Summer another zap and then stepping over to the table, finding a small tub of gel. She opened it, smearing the stuff over her fingers and wincing at the smell, as Summer continued to scream and wail. Morrigan looked like she was having fun punishing Megan, allowing her just enough air to stay conscious, but still assaulting her with the crop. 'Be silent, slave.' Summer ignored her, screaming and crying even louder. 'Then the disobedient slave will be punished.' She shoved her fingers into the wet cunt, twisting them further, smearing the stuff all inside of Summer. 'How many women have you had sex with?' Summer's eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of her head, her tongue hanging limply from her lips. The stinging gel would be starting to take effect - smeared all over the inside of Summer's pussy. As she inhaled, Victoria reached up, shoving a latex-wrapped hand over the woman's mouth, choking off a scream, feeling the air shove against her palm. Summer's writhing intensified, but she didn't have the capacity to get Victoria's fingers out of her body. Summer tried to scream again, but couldn't make any sounds around Victoria's hand. 'I own you. When I wish it, then you will feel pain. If I feel merciful, you will receive pleasure. Your body is an extension of my will - disobey me, and there will be nothing but darkness and pain. Worship me as a goddess, and I won't have to hurt you as much.' She withdrew her hand slightly, ready to clap it back down if Summer tried to scream in again. Her whole body was shaking now, caught up in shock and fear and pain, the burning gel soaking into her pussy. Summer's breathing was in short, desperate pants, her gaze unfocused. 'I could show you mercy - but only if you obey.' The sheer tightness of Summer's pussy around her fingers was impressive, showing how much training Summer had put herself through, her core muscles strong and tough. 'But you will need to answer my questions. And then I may be able to ease your suffering. So, how many women have you slept with?' She looked into Summer's eyes, seeing the glaze of pain there, Summer struggling to focus. But the woman managed to talk, her words scattered and vague. 'I... None! I've just made some pleasure me...' 'Well, then you will need to learn fast. That sweet little tongue of yours is now a thing that will serve to pleasure me. So, you've never had sex with a woman, and that asshole of yours has never been penetrated? I think I need to know what to work on first. How often do you pleasure yourself? Or did you, at least - from now on, that will happen only with my permission.' Summer's face was bright red now, from both pain and shame, her head starting to hang low in defeat. 'I get off, just... just a few times a week.' 'And did you use your hands, or did you prefer toys?' 'I... I had a dildo!' 'From now on, you will be permitted pleasure only if I desire it. And it is unlikely to be by your own choice - I will have to try forcing it upon you, to see how you react.' 'Please, it hurts! Make it stop!' Victoria slapped Summer across the face. 'A slave does not give orders. Or even suggestions. You are here to obey and serve, and nothing else. At most, a slave is permitted to beg - were you not restrained, then you should be down on all fours, praying to me, your mistress, in the hopes of receiving mercy. But you have not yet earned even that right - you are less than meat, you don't even have a name yet.' Having Summer writhe around, impaled on her fingers, was a pleasure, Victoria able to feel Summer's weight and the tension within the woman's body. Summer blubbered, fat and ugly tears running streaming down her face. 'You are going to become mine, in every way. You will be broken and made anew, to become mine.' Victoria pulled her fingers out, before grabbing and squeezing Summer's jaw with her clean hand, shoving the fingers of her other hand into Summer's mouth. Summer gulped and made a spluttering, hacking sound, her throat tightening up around Victoria's fingers, the vicious gel now tormenting Summer's mouth as well. 'Suck. This will be your first act of worship.' She could feel Summer's tongue, desperately flicking around and sliding over Victoria's fingers, making her glad of the latex sheathing her body, so she wasn't getting slobber over her skin. The tongue moved with greater purpose, twisting and curling over Victoria's fingers, as she released Summer's jaw. The lips tightened over her fingers, a twisted and forced kiss, sending a ripple of pleasure through Victoria. It might just be the initial shock, but the habit of obedience was a good one to form! Victoria pushed her fingers further down into Summer's throat, forcing her way into the tight, wet gap, enjoying violating Summer's flesh, and the pathetic gasps that Summer was making. The moans from Megan had gone quiet, as Morrigan continued to lash at her, beating her into submission, Megan now twitching and twisting in her restraints, Victoria unable to tell if the woman was even conscious or not. Morrigan looked like she was enjoying herself though, her mouth twisted into a savage grin. 'This is your place now - you are a thing. You are mine, to use as I desire, to be hurt as I desire. I'm going to question you now, and you will answer. Any failure will be punished. Any delays, I will hurt you. And once you've finished, if I feel satisfied, then I might help you with your pain. Or I might simply leave you here - although only after gagging you. Is that understood?' She withdrew her fingers, just enough for Summer to mumble something that sounded like agreement. After a final finger-spear, making Summer gurgle and splutter, she withdrew her fingers, wiping them clean against Summer's breasts. 'Good. Now, let us begin...' While the fresh meat was so receptive, it was time to find out as much as possible. And Morrigan was shaking Megan, bringing her back into consciousness, ready to question her as well. It should be illuminating as to what type of person the fresh meat truly was! |