Cassilda allowed herself one small orgasm, just a little gasp-and-toe-curler, before she decided it was time to get to work for real. Wasting no more time, she climbed onto the bed on top of Pam, relishing the sensation of their warm, naked skin rubbing together. In a surfeit of excitement, Pam howled and tried to bite at her arms. Stern-faced, Cassilda reached for her tits and pinched them, digging her modestly long nails into the nipples.

Pam wailed piteously and Cassilda pinched harder, until the room shook with the blonde's screams. An abductee's gigantic boobs were fantastically sensitive, the nipples like exposed nerves. They could be used as conduits for a mind-bending pleasure, enough to literally short-circuit the abductee's mind and render her temporarily catatonic. They could also be used to torture the poor creature into submission, as Cassilda-and no doubt many of her colleagues-had long ago learned.

"Ready to be good?" Cassilda asked coolly. Pam's blue eyes gave no indication that she understood the words, but she immediately went into submissive mode, sucking her lip and making babyish mewling sounds.

"That's my pretty girl," Cassilda whispered. She disengaged her nails and began stroking Pam's tits instead, gently trailing her fingertips over their roundness. Those huge globes of flesh fascinated Cassilda; she felt she could have played with them for hours. The skin was tight and felt feverish, the pale skin laced with light blue veins, the nipples coral pink.

Pam moaned as her tits were played with, her blonde head tossing from side to side on the sweat-soaked mattress. Cassilda knew very well that her caresses weren't entirely pleasurable; Pam's heavy boobs were laced so heavily with nerves that light strokes were unbearably ticklish. Parts of her own body were similarly sensitive; she was quite familiar with how maddening it could be to have one of those ticklish spots caressed by a cruel, careless hand-especially if you couldn't move.

"Come on," she teased. "Come on and laugh for me..."

Pam whimpered, biting at her lower lip and squeezing her eyes shut as she tugged mindlessly at her bonds. Finally she broke into spasms of harsh laughter that trailed gradually into whines and snarls. The noises delighted Cassilda. It was like tickling a lioness to death.

And in her current state, she knew, Pam was very nearly as dangerous as a lioness. Abductees had never been known to actually kill another person, but in the terrible heat of their need they had been known to do a certain amount of damage. Certainly Cassilda would never have risked taunting her victim had there been any possibility of her tearing free. But the shackles had been specially designed to bear the strength of full-grown madmen; Pam, for all the strength her strange condition gave her, was still a woman. She wasn't getting off the bed until Cassilda or someone else released her.

"You want me to stop?" Cassilda knew she was being needlessly cruel, but the hungry sadist in her wouldn't be denied. She leaned her face into that of her captive until their noses almost touched. "You want me to stop you know what you have to do."

As always, the conversation was completely one-sided. Pam's eyes were blank and uncomprehending. But in the short time she had been here, she had received some highly effective training. When Cassilda made loud smacking noises with her lips, the blonde immediately perked up. She extended her tongue and waggled it grotesquely, miming licking something. Now her blue eyes gleamed with a pathetic eagerness to please her keeper.

"Oh yeah, you know. Silly girl knows just what she has to do." Cassilda reached for the upper bars of the bed and pulled herself forward, lifting her ass and carefully settling her crotch atop Pam's face. A moment later her swollen pussy-lips were being treated to a lavish, thorough licking, and she stiffened, arching her back and murmuring nonsensical endearments into the air.