Lois & Blaze read "Commander Jane's Ordeal" by RejectTed

Between the pages. The timeless limbo where characters went when not on the page. A kind of afterlife where existence did not cease, exactly, but where those who acted out the parts could now watch voyeuristically as other characters took the stage. Watch, read, judge...

A crimson hand smacked the tight pale ass of Lois Lane, hard enough to leave an imprint of her hand on the firm flesh.

"Hey sexy," the scarlet succubus said, as she slipped behind the naked reporter. Lois didn't even flinch as the warm, nude body of Blaze pressed itself against hers. The small, soft breasts against her back, the pointed little chin settled into the crook of the reporter's neck, to look over her shoulder at the tablet in Lois Lane's hand. "What are we reading today?"

"'Commander Jane's Ordeal', by RejectTed," Lois said. "A thread in Bondage in Space."

"Bondage," Blaze said. Her pure white eyes seemed to glow from within as her hands slid around Lois Lane's waist. "Anything you'd like to try?"

Lois snorted. "Let's see. We open with a bacon-flavored protein brick...and then Commander Jane outlines a plan to pose as a sex **** and be sold as part of a rescue mission."

"Seems straight-forward," Blaze said. Lois smiled as she felt fingers tickle her nipples. Then she realized that she could still feel the demon's arms around her waist. The naked reporter looked down and saw the crimson tips of two tentacles tease her stiff pink nips. "Keep reading."

"The training beggins," Lois read. "Spellcheck is your friend."

"No casting stones," Blaze teased, unaccountably gentle as the tiny red tentacles slid around Lois Lane's breasts. "I'm more interested in how sexy it is. BDSM is all about power relationships, as much as pain or kink. And I think we're off to a strong start:"

"Your name is, whipping bitch, twat licker, or whatever object I feel like using you for at the time. Now," she continued, grabbing a dagger-like pair of scissors, "it's time you were dressed like a ****." The Asian dominatrix started at the dress's neckline, cutting down in a smooth motion until it no longer covered Jane's front. Then she stepped behind and similarly opened the back of her dress before finally snipping off the shoulders and letting the two halves fall.

"When a woman undresses herself, she retains power over her sexuality. She can turn it into a tease. She has a choice," Blaze said. "When a woman is stripped, it is about establishing her lack of power, her vulnerability. Reducing her agency over her own body. Even taking time with it emphasizes that the dominatrix is the one in power, not focused on their sub's schedule."

Lois Lane's lips twitched. She could feel other tentacles start to wrap around her ankles. "You've given this a lot of thought."

"So have you, sweetmeat," Blaze said, as Lois scrolled down and continued to read.

"Prick sleeve. Cumslut. These are good names," Lois admitted as she read about Jane sucking down the bull semen, and the unleashing of the bull whip. The reporter squirmed a little as the thin, snake-like tentacles slid up her calves. She did like a good whipping. Whether or not it was realistic was secondary to how viscerally it was described. A little pain often enhanced the sense of pleasure, added that lure of the forbidden.

Lois gasped as she felt something small and thing touch her bare cunny. Blaze simply smiled as more and more of her body shifted into a mass of scarlet tentacles, to slowly embrace the reporter. It was all the better because Sue couldn't even see her lover's transformation.

Her Mistress watched. The slimmest hint of a smug smile leaking past her golden lacquer. Her plaything's quiver dance had started as a slow waltz but was approaching the gyrations of a randy club bunny. Jane was an oblivious moth tumbling towards the flame. So blinded by the tantalizing heat, Jane's mind didn't even register the first few strikes from the riding crop; only when the leather tool snapped hard on her nipple was the pain noticeable over the bliss crackling in her loins.

"Properly speaking," Blaze said softly. "RejectTed has skipped a few steps here. Not that Commander Jane should show defiance, but she should need to be trained. Told to think of Dr. Ocelot as her Mistress. It's so hard to be patient with these stories. We all want to enjoy the run as well as the finish line, but there's an order to these things."

Lois didn't disagree. She flicked to the next section, as the warm tentacles squirmed up about her knees, and something long and thin squirmed over her pussy. Even as she read aloud, the tentacles about her breasts tightened and squeezed, so that the pink nips flushed red.

"Listen, useless cunt," the scorned mistress spat. "You should already know that I won't do anything to jeopardize your relationship with your crew, but I will do whatever I feel is necessary to make you ready for this mission." She gripped Jane's chin and **** her to make eye contact. "If that means making you spray your slit while riding Slipshot's flight stick, you will do it."

"There is an odd dynamic to this sub/dom pairing," Blaze noted, as the tips of two tentacles touched the swollen and sensitive nipples of the reporter. "Ocelot calls the commander names like 'useless slut,' but still demands trust, and that she is doing this for the commander's own good. Which is fairly realistic. Most BDSM relationships are not about the utter sadist paired with the complete masochist. It's about the trust to give power to another.

Lois looked down at her breasts, just as the tips split open to reveal little mouths lined with tiny teeth. She gasped at the pin-pricks as the tentacles latched onto her swollen nipples. The super-sensitive nips made the tiny pricks of pain more intense...and then the pressure began, to suck on her swollen berries even as the tentacles squeezed harder.

"Looking good Commander Cunt," she laughed, "I think we'll make your new uniform. Imagine giving orders on the command pedestal wearing only a gag and nipple clamps. Or giving one of those motivational speeches." Bre's victim did and squirmed at the humiliating images that invaded her mind. "It smells like your gash has been stewing for a day."

"I do have to admit, bringing in someone else is a nice way to add another layer to the stimulation," Blaze said. "It's one thing to demean yourself in private, but with an audience...ah! Embarrassment is something that only works with the truly inhibited. A true slut would bare her gash proudly. Like you."

Something squirmed against Lois Lane's pussy. Like worms, they slid along the skin, into the folds of her labia. Not to penetrate her, not yet, just to slowly cover her cunny, which grew hotter and wetter at the simulation. The tentacles about her knees was up to her thighs now. It felt like there were hundreds of pencil-thin red tentacles.

Releasing her enema publicly would have been the most humiliating moment of Jane's night, if she hadn't been told to give the crew a cucumber show that they most likely filmed. Cumming with a vegetable up her pussy and her legs tucked to her tits was so embarrassing that the crew insisted she do it again. The two orgasms did little to quench the tingle of longing in her loins and only really served to make eating her masturbation aid all the more degrading.

"If RejectTed missed a step here," Blaze said. "It was in not emphasizing that Commander Jane could have ended this at any time by using her safety word or gesture. She's fallen very deeply into subspace very quickly. Which makes for a pleasing read, but it feels like she should have been in the back of her mind somewhere."

"Hindsight is 20/20," Lois said. She realized she couldn't feel Blaze's breasts anymore. Her whole back squirmed like a mass of snakes slithered against her naked skin. "Can't work every thought and kink in. Though I have to admit, I'm usually less of one for degradation and mistreatment than I am for some good, wholesome whipping and sex between friends."

The exotic domina silkily slid her hand down her slaves back and gave Jane's pert butt a quick squeeze. "Commander Pegasus here thinks this is all pretend." She looked at Jane, cruelty accentuating her statuesque features. "I'm actually selling you sweetie. You're going to be a sex **** for the rest of your life."

"The betrayal and the ambiguity are delicious, however," Blaze said. Her arms were gone now, thick red ropes wrapped around Lois Lane's midsections, and tiny little feelers crept up to tickle the reporter's armpits. "Whoops, looks like one where spellcheck did you dirty, RejectTed:"

"The trader said something about how you're one of those true submissiveness."

"Most human trafficking isn't anything like this...polite," Lois felt the need to add. "A lot more ****. ****. ****. I don't know that we should diminish the real-world realities for the sake of kink."

"Oh, who the fuck cares? This isn't your daughter being sold to a brothel to pay for your meth habit," Blaze said. "You're ruining the mood. Look at how nicely RejectTed describes them washing out Jane's cunt, like she was a bit of livestock. That's working for me:"

They hosed down her cunt; the burning cold was painful, and yet it felt so good. Her overwhelmed nerves were communicating both extremes simultaneously. The crashing geyser was loud enough to drown out Jane's wanton whimpers as she twisted and thrust her pussy into the pounding waterfall, trying to best expose her eager cunt to the torrential torment.

"I think the psychological **** is more interesting," Lois countered. "We really do get the whole crisis of confidence:"

Guilt wracked, Jane started to realise the meaning of Dr. Ocelot's words. As promised, the doctor had done nothing to make the crew lose respect for Jane. She had done that herself by asking the impossible from them and turning into a sniveling bitch the moment things got tough for herself.

"If we keep quoting a bit from each chapter, we'll never get through this review," Blaze said. Her tentacles completely encompassed Lois Lane's lower body now, and the reporter gasped as the spaghetti-like tentacles slid into her cunny. "I think this is a solid effort. Maybe a little too human-centric. Not enough alien anatomy for my tastes. Commander Jane's plunge into a subservient slut is so precipitous that it beggars belief a bit. I was expecting at least a little more show of rebellion, or at least shock and numbness. But this is a kink story, first and foremost."

"And a straightforward one. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but even if you were inclined to start another branch, the chapters stick to the usual default of 'What's Next?'" Lois added. "Still, props where they are deserved: this is an extremely readable story, and for all that we make fun of the occasional spelling error, it avoids a lot of the common mistakes we see here. Well done, that smut-writer."

Blaze smiled as her body shifted. Lois found herself lifted off her feet, to sink down into the mass of crimson tentacles. Only her arms and head remained above the hot, slithering mass. Lois swallowed hard as she lifted the tablet so that she could read the last few chapters.

"The sex and degradation are hot enough, yet I worry that the plot often comes to a halt during the rather interminable period where the Commander is enslaved," Lois added. She cleared her throat as Blaze slithered deeper inside of her. Tiny tentacles squeezed between her toes and wove themselves into the reporter's black hair. "Time tends to lose meaning during those segments. I wish I had a good way to help pace the story, but it's a tricky business."

"Still, all's well that ends well," Blaze said, as her tentacles swallowed up Lois Lane's neck, and slithered up her arms. The reporter dropped the tablet and sank back. "Though I wouldn't mind reading an epilogue, to see what Wynn does with Cuntmander Jane..."