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The Harem Inventory
(Melissa DuVant)
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Harem Inventory Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Forceful Recruitment Chapter 2: Sisterly Relaxation Chapter 7: Chaima and Petasse Go Shopping Ayumi's
Challenge 1: Ayumi and Her Toys This was a collaboration with Formant, who did deliciously cruel artwork for it, as well as the cover for this and Ayumi's Challenge! Chapter 1: Forceful Recruitment Suzanne felt pain, angry and jangling, from the small of her back. And across her shoulders as well, her arms stretched out. Her vision was blurry, only slowly returning, as she tried to remember where she was. She could remember getting off the private plane, the hot air slamming into her like a hammer, seeing Chaima waiting for her on the tarmac, surrounded by guards and attendants. Finding out that her friend was a princess, of some tiny Middle East country, had been a surprise, but a princess, even of a tiny country, needed staff, apparently. And then she'd gone to greet her, and then... pain and darkness. Sound slowly filtered in, and her other senses as well. There was darkness, and it took her several blinks to realize that she could see, she was just in a room so dark there was nothing to see. She was stood up, metal biting into her wrists, her feet just about touching the floor. What was going on? Had she been kidnapped? Was Chaima alright - maybe someone had been targeting her? Wood creaked, a thin crack of light appearing, and then getting wider and wider, the brightness bursting into full-force sunlight, making Suzanne's eyes hurt, unable to see the figure outlined in the doorway as it approached. A hand reached out, touching against her cheek, and she flinched away, squeaking in fear. 'Let's seal that mouth of yours. I find it best when my slaves have to earn their speech.' That voice! It was Chaima. What was going on!? Suzanne struggled again, hearing chains clink and slide against each other, her body stretched out. Fingers grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, a rubbery shaft sliding between her lips. She tried to force her mouth shut, but the grip was too tight, the thing filling her mouth and then pushing into her throat, making her cough and splutter. 'That should keep you nice and quiet - and get your throat used to such things.' Suzanne could see a bit better now, making out the outline of Chaima's body. At the airport, she'd been dressed in a business suit, but now she was almost naked, stripped down to just white thigh-high boots and a light shirt, with just a single button holding the thing shut. She leaned in, straps pushing against Suzanne's cheeks, getting buckled into place behind her head. Suzanne could feel the thing, feeling huge and intrusive, making her eyes water as it violated her throat. And it pushed her tongue down, making it impossible to talk, or make any noises other than pathetic squeaks. She shook again, trying to twist her wrists free of the bonds, finding them tight on her wrists. 'It's going to be fun working with you - it's been a while since I've had anyone to break. And you signed a ten-year contract, so we have plenty of time! Perhaps when that's over, I might allow you to leave. Or I might keep you.' She smiled at Suzanne, slightly taller, stroking hair out of Suzanne's face. 'Mphh!?' 'Now, time to see what your body is like. I hope it won't be disappointing.' Chaima squeezed at a one of Suzanne's breasts, through her suit-jacket, before turning and gesturing behind herself. Movement, another woman stepping forward - had she been there the entire time, even in the darkness? She was wearing silk veils, thin enough to show off her body beneath, a wide leather belt compressing her waist into a tiny hourglass shape, with staggeringly high heels on her feet making her sway with every step. And her face was wrapped in a thick leather hood, two dark eyes staring out, everything else completely hidden. She handed over a pair of scissors, Suzanne trying to pull herself away, feet scrabbling on the floor. Chaima grabbed at her blouse and used it to pull her close, before taking the scissors and slicing down, through the waistband of Suzanne's trousers. They immediately fell down, revealing her bare legs. Another snip and her panties were removed, Chaima yanking them away. 'Oh good, you're shaved. That saves the other slaves a job.' Fingers teased along her slit, making Suzanne shudder, unable to move away. 'I suppose I should explain your new role! You're going to be another one of my slaves - if you do well, you may be allowed to become my personal attendant.' Chaima leaned in, pressing her body against Suzanne's, who could feel Chaima's breasts pressing against her body, before the woman pressed against the gag, the shaft forcing itself deeper into Suzanne's throat. She gasped and spluttered, feeling it force her throat to widen, spittle oozing over her lips, swallowing virtually impossible. 'Your mouth now exists for the pleasure of others. And this, if you're a good girl, might be used for your own pleasure. But only if you're good!' She slapped Suzanne's pussy, just lightly, but still with enough force to sting, Suzanne whimpering, her trousers now around her ankles. The scissors snipped and slid, slicing off her jacket and then her blouse, leaving her in just her bra. 'I make my slaves earn their clothing as well. You might be able to earn lovely silks, like this one.' She gestured at the other woman. 'Although she is hooded until she learns to keep a smile on her face.' The bra was removed, Suzanne now entirely naked, fear coursing through her. She tried to twist and push Chaima away, moaning into her gag, but lacked any leverage, fear sapping her strength. Chaima slapped her across the cheek, a stinging impact against her face, making her whine and gasp with pain. 'It seems you may need some instruction in how to be obedient.' She raised her hand again, Suzanne flinching away, not wanting to be hurt more. 'I've got a new toy I want to try - normally, we use the old-fashioned and traditional punishments and training methods. But I saw this and just had to get one.' She gestured at the hooded woman, who scurried to obey, picking up a curve of leather, a bulky block on one side, metal spikes on the inside. 'It's for dogs, but a dog is closer to what you are now. Whenever you disobey, then you will be hurt. If it pleases me, then you will be hurt - you no longer have a choice, you are here to serve and obey me.' She grabbed at Suzanne's hair, using it to drag her head around, the movement making the shaft in her throat shift around, more tears streaming from her eyes. The collar was wrapped around her neck, cold and hard, metal poking into her skin. She could feel the weight of it, pressing in around her, her breathing getting faster and faster as panic set in. It was tight, too tight, pressing against her throat with every breath! 'You get to be the first one to test it - let's see what it does.' Chaima held up a controller, then pressed the button. Pain flared in Suzanne's neck, and she screamed, the sound muffled by the gag-shaft, tears now streaming down her face. Her body tensed and twitched, as she pulled herself up by her wrists and then dropped down, metal biting into her skin. Her neck felt like it was on fire, jangling after-shocks passing through her, her neck forced painfully tense, her breathing disrupted. 'You will need to work to be quieter - although I suppose screaming can be entertaining. This is only the beginning though, as I'll need to break you down before I can remake you.' She started to stroke Suzanne's breasts, lightly running her fingers over sensitive skin, as Suzanne tried to recover, still fighting against fear and confusion. 'A shame you never let me play with you before. But that means I get to find out where you're most sensitive now!' She chuckled, putting the collar-controller aside, handing it to the hooded woman. She stroked Suzanne with one hand, using the other on herself, reaching between her legs, starting to sigh and gasp with pleasure. 'Hmmm... I think a whipping first. That should work off some stress.' She grabbed Suzanne's breast, digging her fingers into the skin and compressing it, fingers tight and hard. 'And teach you what your place is. That you were successful and wealthy is irrelevant - now you belong to me.' Another savage wrench of Suzanne's breasts, and then she stepped away, turning to a winch on the wall. She turned it, and Suzanne found herself getting lifted upwards, her trousers falling off from around her ankles, her shoes hitting the floor. All of her weight was on her wrists now, making them throb with pain where the metal cuffs bit into skin. 'I think this one.' There was a whole collection of whips, straps and paddles on the wall, Suzanne's eyes skimming over them in anticipation of pain. All of them looked brutal and vicious, unlike the cute and small sex toys she'd seen before! Chaima flicked a long leather whip, the cord cracking against the floor, before she flicked it behind herself. And then it flashed forward, streaking through the air and cracking against Suzanne's breasts, hitting both of them. Her flesh jiggled from the impact, the pain taking a second to register as her skin was stripped away, left raw and red. She couldn't even scream, barely able to breathe around the gag, pain flooding through her. More whip-cracks followed, striking over her breasts, belly and thighs, making her jolt around, trying to lessen the strikes, unable to protect herself at all. Her dribble was in free-flow now, splashing between her breasts and into her navel before splattering to the floor, as tears trickled down her face. As her body got covered with more and more welts, the whip started to strike where she'd already been hurt, her skin stripped away, nerves exposed and sensitive. The pain turned to agony, searing through her, vicious red welts appearing over her body, wherever she was struck. She stared at Chaima, trying to plead with her eyes, but the woman just kept the whip moving, without any seeming pattern, just using it to strike Suzanne, again and again and again, as she blubbered in pain and fear. She moved purely as a reflex to being struck, her skin getting ripped from her body as the whip slashed and sliced. Suzanna could barely see through the tears blurring her eyes, only just able to make out Chaima putting the whip aside. 'I think that should demonstrate your new position - there's a lot of other rules, but the other members of the harem will be able to teach you. Now, let's see where else you're sensitive.' Suzanna sagged in place, her hands and wrists starting to tingle from the restricted blood flow caused by the wrist-cuffs. Her whole body ached, the pain merging into a single throbbing, brutal and vicious. She wasn't aware of Chaima's movement until the woman was right in front of her, a thick leather strap in hand, as she grabbed at one of Suzanna's ankles and bent her leg backwards, using the strap to bind her ankle to her thigh, and then doing the same with her other leg. 'Npphhhh!' Suzanna tried to protest, then shrieked in pain when Chaima jabbed at a welt, her nail sharp and hard against Suzanna's body. Her legs shivered and tensed, the bands pressing against her body, holding them fully bent backwards. And then a bar was pushed into the bent-back knees, attaching onto the bands somehow, forcing her legs wide, making her feel even more exposed. Fingers teased her slight, light and seductive, sending a delirium though Suzanna, a disturbing pleasure growing within her. It felt better than the aftermath of being whipped, but she didn't want anyone touching her there! All she could do was gently whine into her gag though, unable to close her legs or push Chaima away. As the desire started to increase, a pathetic shame running through her, as she realized that she was getting wet, Chaima's fingers skilled at provoking a reaction. Her chest was soaked with her own dribble now, a thick flow coming from her mouth, even more when Chaima slid a finger into her, up to the knuckle, twisting it around. 'Everything works - that's good to know. You'll be popular with visitors and guests. Or maybe I'll keep you for myself, it's been a while since I had a personal plaything!' The finger twisted again, and was then withdrawn, Chaima gasping and panting. 'But I'm more interested in your reactions to pain, as it's going to be a while before you deserve pleasure.' The back of Chaima's hand slapped forward, striking hard against Suzanna's bare cunt, sending a intense burst of pain from her crotch up into her belly. Another slap, even harder, and then Chaima stepped around behind her, a palm spanking hard against a buttock. Suzanna could feel the stinging burn of a handprint, marked onto her skin, and then nails scraped up her spine. An involuntary shudder-shiver ran through her body, Chaima finding all her most sensitive spots, all her pressure-points, where she could be forced to twitch and gasp with just a touch, making amused little chuckles as the hands moved, stroked and jabbed. 'I wonder if you've ever had a cock between your lovely buttocks?' 'Nhhhhph! Plealphh! Donpphh!' 'Well, I suppose this is going to be educational for you. Who knows, you might even enjoy it? But a little more pain first, I think.' Suzanna heard the cane again, the thing flicking through the air before cracking into her buttocks, striking them both at once. It struck with enough force to make her rock forward slightly, a horrible strike across both buttocks. More followed in quick succession, all across the soft meat of her ass-cheeks, until they burned with as much pain as her belly and breasts did. Her feet were next - with her legs bent, her soles were facing upwards, the soles drawing Chaima's attention. Suzanna shuddered, bending her toes and twisting her ankles, but unable to move them away from being struck. She whined with pain, shaking her head, feeling her hair flap around. Each strike hurt more and more, the delays between each just long enough for her to became aware of how much she was being hurt. With the spreader-bar in place, she couldn't even pull her legs together, feeling exposed and bound, supported entirely on her aching wrists. 'Well, you've not passed out yet - that's a good sign. It's no fun pummeling a senseless sack of meat! It's all the crying and whining that really gets me going.' The next strike was even harder, or Suzanna's skin was so stripped away that it felt that way. Her buttocks felt like they were on fire, her feet even more agonizingly tender, even after the blows struck! She was barely conscious, hearing little clicks of straps and buckles, and then a liquid spurt. 'Hmph. I'd rather not get this stuff on my hands, but I suppose sometimes it's necessary.' Chaima sounded annoyed, before slippery hands grabbed at Suzanna's buttocks, spreading them wide apart. Her asshole was now exposed, a stiff, ridged shaft forcing itself into her. Even with the lube, it still hurt, violating her tight and tender asshole, forcing her wide open. She'd never had anything back there before! And it made her hurt even more, in ways she'd never experienced before! It stretched the tight ring of muscle, forcing its way into her body, filling her up completely, solid and hard. She couldn't resist it at all, only able to hang from her wrists, Chaima forcibly fucking her from behind. The cock-shaft felt huge, shoving all the way in and out of Suzanna. Each time it entered her, it ached even more, tearing at the muscles, her bowels getting pounded and stretched. There wasn't even a hint of pleasure in the brutal ass-fucking - but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't even speak, just make pathetic whines and gasps through the gag, more and more dribble splashing down her mouth as Chaima continued the anal assault. The cock filled her completely, thrusting deeper and deeper into her body, seeming to dominate her utterly. She babbled and whined, her yelps and moans utterly ignored by Chaima. The fucking continued, Suzanna's energy getting drained, until she was utterly spent and empty, barely even conscious, her body nothing more than soft, pained meat, whipped and spanked by Chaima, and now fucked in the ass as well. She struggled to stay conscious, slowly fading into a pained darkness, dimly aware that her body was still being used. Chapter 2: Sisterly Relaxation The steaming hot air of the sauna kissed against Rania's skin, fresh and sweet, making her feel clean again after the exertions of the day. Having to keep the harem running too a lot of work, with all the sluts trying to misbehave! Her wrist ached from too much whipping, and the sounds of the screams and moans was still echoing in her ears. But all the harem was locked up for the night, and now she could relax, and have some fun with her favorites! In the center of the sauna was a large dome, a line of stubby spikes going from front-to-back, dry heat emanating from within, to warm the room up. Bound on top of the dome, legs and arms bent into place with rope, was Victoria, squirming as the dry heat prickled her skin. And where the rope had dried out, it bit even deeper into her skin, the cords around her breasts tight enough to make the curves of flesh swell and expand. 'Would you like some help cooling off down there?' She lightly poked Victoria's head with her foot. The woman's mouth was sealed with a panel gag, her eyes rolled back into her head - how long had she been in here? Rania took a ladle, scooping up water from a barrel, and pouring it over Victoria's bent-back body. The enforced posture stretched her belly out, her breasts shoved upwards, her thighs lovely and tight, cunt on display between spread legs. She poured the water out over Victoria, the woman tensing up and shrieking into her gag, some life returning to her eyes, staring upwards with mute despair, looking at Rania, forcing herself to focus. 'You have a long time left on your contract still! And maybe you'll decide to renew it.' The room got steamier from the poured-out water, Rania scooping another ladle-full onto Victoria's breasts, enjoying the pained shriek. Then she leaned over, releasing Victoria's gag and lowering herself onto the woman's face, feeling damp hair between her thighs. However long Victoria had been in here for, it was long enough to make her shiny and slick, her skin coated with her own sweat. Rania felt a tongue slide out, adjusting her position, letting it probe deep into her and sighing in pleasure, enjoying the intense heat that emanated from the dome. 'That's it - prove your value to me! There's worse places to be than the sauna of a princess, after all.' She started rocking her hips back and forth, bringing herself upwards so that she could rest her body atop Victoria's, enjoying the hot dampness of the woman's sweat-slicked skin, and the pants and puffs she could feel against her slit whenever she squeezed the tortured breasts. Cooler air brushed against her skin, making her shiver in annoyance, turning to see who was interrupting her pleasure, ready to send whoever it was to the dungeon, if one of the sluts had slipped out and escaped. It was Chaima, leading a hooded harem-slut behind her, the other woman's hands sealed into leather sacks. 'I thought you were away for work!' The tongue was getting more vigorous, scattering Rania's thoughts as she spoke, making it hard not to gasp and pant. 'It took less time than I expected, so I was able to make it back.' She walked in, shutting the door behind her and taking a seat on the bench, dragging her slave into place and spreading her own legs. 'This one needs some more experience in pussy-licking. And if she's not good enough, then I'm giving her to Suleika for a few days!' The woman shuddered, leaning her head in and letting Chaima unzip her mouth, a bright pink tongue appearing and stretching forward, Chaima guiding the head, sighing with pleasure as the woman starting eating her out. Victoria's tongue was having a similar effect on Rania, twisting around and finding her most sensitive spots, stirring up her pleasure. She changed position, so that she could see Chaima more easily, her forearms pressing down onto Victoria's belly, taking pleasure in the groan of pain as the woman was pushed down against the dome. 'What are you doing after? No more work?' 'No, all done. I was going to just go to bed, to be honest, it's been a long few days - lots of negotiation and talking!' 'Don't do that! We should have some fun together. We can get some of the fuck-meat and see which one breaks first - and then send that one to Suleika for a week! Some of the sows here are far too weak.' She arched her back in pleasure, before Victoria's tongue withdrew. She tightened her thighs and pressed down, hearing a faint mewl of pain. 'Lick harder, stupid sow! You should know this by now!' The tongue extended into her again, moving with greater vigor now, Rania starting to rock back and forth in time, feeling her pleasure rise up within her. Victoria had been stubborn, but now she was a nice obedient mouth-slut! 'Come on, say yes! It'll be fun. Your Petasse against my Victoria, to see which can take the most.' Chaima was starting to gasp and pant herself, as the hooded slave-slut licked and kissed away, moving her head with enthusiasm, starting to glow with sweat. 'Mmm... I suppose it could be fun. And Suleika's getting very inventive with her tortures. Do you think you'll ever let her out?' 'Oh no - she pissed me off, and she's far too entertaining to not have. And she's gone years without an orgasm, so she can keep going like that! I might train her as a painslut herself, maybe? So that the only time out of her leather suit is when she's being whipped raw. I'm not sure if she even remembers how to talk though - the last time I took her faceplate off, she just made gurgling noises. But she's been having a lot of fun with needles and whips - I'll have to send you the video. Although you might want to turn the volume down, there's a lot of screaming.' 'Mmmm, sounds delightful! Send it over. And I can show it to some friends of mine. Fine, let's have a contest. One of the training rooms will have everything we need.' Rania nodded, letting herself relax into the tongue vibrating and twisting into her body, riding Victoria's face, twisting herself back and forth. She was too gone for conversation, simply letting the pleasure build up within her, the heat draining her stamina, making her body feel light and warm, before the climax came, coursing through her. The scent of her own juices blossomed within the room, turning into steam, before she gathered her strength and stood up, her vision blurring for a moment before she steadied herself. While Chaima was being pleasured, she grabbed a towel, wiping sweat off Victoria's forehead, enjoying the look of relief there. Then she carefully placed the towel over the woman's face, being sure to cover her mouth and nostrils, taking the ladle and pouring water over it, making it stick tightly to Victoria's face. She tensed, straining against the ropes, pressing her body more tightly against the dome, fingers twitching. 'You're going to compete for me. And I expect you to do well!' She reached out and grasped a breast, sinking her fingers into the swollen, red flesh, Victoria's squirming getting even more intense. Rania didn't show any mercy, crushing the breast with her palm, ladling more water over Victoria's towel-covered face, able to see her features beneath it, drawn into a pained-looking scream. 'I expect obedience and submission - or else I'll send you to Suleika again, and I'm sure you remember what happened last time! So unless you want to feel the whip tearing against your skin, you're going to be my lovely, obedient slave-slut.' More water, and then she pulled on the towel, peeling it up and off the woman's face, letting her inhale deeply, gulping at the air. Just for a second, and then she flicked it back into place, ignoring the desperate moans and whimpers. 'Don't worry, Chaima - finish yourself off, then I'll send someone in to clean up!' She had to go get a room ready and prepared! 'Get it deeper, filthy pig!' Rania tightened her grip on Victoria's hair, ignoring the whimper of pain, slapping her other hand against the woman's buttocks. Victoria's skin was still reddened from the sauna-heat, marks visible where she'd been pressed against the spikes, rope-welts around her wrists. She made a hacking, spluttering cough. Her arms were now bound behind her back, thin rope biting into her skin. Opposite her was Petasse, Chaima holding the back of her pet's head. And between the two slave-sluts was a fat, double-headed dildo, thick twists and coils of silicone, already well-lubricated with dribble from both of the women. If they were trying to talk, it was impossible to tell, the dildo so large that it filled their mouths, making dribble splash out, making small puddles on the tile floor. Rania pushed Victoria's head forward, feeling the resistance increase as the cock was forced deeper and deeper into the woman's mouth. 'All the way in! I want you to show what a good fuck-pig you are!' Chaima was encouraging Petasse as well, pushing on her slave's head while pinching at the woman's breasts, whispering threats into her ear. Both of the slave's throats were bulging as the dildo slid deeper into them both. Rania moved her hand, lightly touching Victoria's throat, feeling the stiffness of the shaft inside. She could count the ridges from the center-point, to see who had taken the greatest length, grimacing in annoyance when she saw that Petasse was ahead. Another hard push on the back of Victoria's head evened things out, the women's noses getting closer. 'Petasse's throat is much looser! I make sure to train her with a strap-on every few days. It looks like you've been slacking off with Victoria, sister.' Rania tightened her grip on Victoria's hair, trying to force her head further forward, Victoria resisting, pushed to her limit. She growled, not wanting to lose to her sister! Both of the slaves were blubbering, faces mottled with tears, spit dribbling from their mouths, making pathetic gasps and mewls, eyes wide with pain and humiliation. She twisted Victoria's head, managing to get a little bit more of the shaft into her throat, but it seemed there wasn't much more slack in Victoria's throat. As soon as she relaxed her grip, Victoria's head slid backwards, accompanied by vicious coughing and spluttering, more wet dribbles splashing out. Rania grabbed a breast and squeezed hard. 'Useless sow! Unless you improve, then I hope you enjoy your time with Suleika. You clearly need more punishment to become obedient.' Victoria whimpered, managing to force herself slightly forward, but not enough to make up the ground she had just lost, body shaking with shock and pain. Rania gave her another harsh tit-grab before pulling Victoria's head back. The cock, sticky and wet with Victoria's spit, slid out of her throat and mouth, making the woman whine and splutter. 'Fine! Petasse wins. I'll have to start using a strap-on and face-fucking the bitch to make her loosen up more.' Without Victoria to keep the cock between them, it pulled itself from Petasse's mouth, too heavy for her to hold in place, the other slave making the same pained, choking noises, head sagging as she struggled to stay conscious. 'Let's see how tight their pussies are.' Before Victoria could regain her strength, Rania dragged her upwards, looping a rope noose around her neck and pulling on the other end, forcing the woman up onto her toes or be choked. Her eyes went even wider, the whites starkly visible as her feet danced around, trying to find the least painful position, fingers twitching and shaking. Her face was a mess, makeup a streaky ruin, mouth wide open, chin stained and sticky with dribble. While she jerked and shuddered, Rania grabbed a dildo, fat and ridged, shoving it into Victoria's cunt. Victoria gasped again, moaning and gibbering, Rania forcing the thing nice and deep, pushing on the base, where a metal ring dug into her palm. The piercings on her pussy-lips shone, Rania having to resist the urge to yank on them. 'Hold it in there. The first to let it drop loses.' 'Ooo, this is a new game!' Chaima dragged Petasse upwards, ignoring her pet's gasp of pain before looping another noose around her neck and using that to restrain her. There was no shortage of dildos around, another fat shaft getting buried deep with Petasse's body, forcing her lower lips wide. 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. Ayumi's Challenge 1: Ayumi and Her Toys Working as the resident techno-torturer
to a harem is a lot of work, but Ayumi has it all under control! Make the sluts
obedient, shock and hurt them when they're not, and build fun torture-toys to
keep the Princesses that run the harem happy. But this all changes when she's
given an order to dominate and break a "guest" - and is threatened
with harsh punishment if she fails! Can she manage to break the woman into
obedience before being punished herself? She's going to have to use her
harshest toys to do so, all to complete the challenge she's been set! 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... |