Part 23: Hot Bondage

Guilt lingered after the various crime bosses left. During their goodbyes they gave their compliments to Fisk. Seeing Jane as his **** had done a great deal to increase his reputation. That was unavoidable; if Jane had resisted, the traitorous commander would have probably done something worse to Amare. A **** display starring the respected councilwoman would have garnered just as much attention, so Jane had to comply with their perverted wishes. And it might have even been necessary to pretend to enjoy herself. But did she have to enjoy it that much? "I'm sorry," she mouthed from the weak heap on the floor when her tormentors had left her in.

"I suppose you'll want us to spend some time bonding," stated Lilith, and Fisk predictably agreed. The Luxvan removed Jane's knee restraints and elbow binding strap.

Only the handcuffs remained and the immense freedom felt glorious to Jane's aching limbs. Her blindfold was removed next, allowing Jane to furtively search the room looking for Amare, but the councilwoman was already gone.

A tender kiss on her forehead brought her attention back to Lilith. "Come with me please. I know you've had a lot, so don't worry I'll be gentle." The seductive Luxvan then tied a rope to Jane's handcuffs which she passed through the officer's legs before knotting it into a simple harness around her own crotch.

The two-person coffle walked quietly through the rectangular halls. As Jane followed the statuesque beauty of white marble, she briefly considered making an escape attempt. She was only bound by handcuffs, and their shared crotch rope would be easy enough to untie or fray apart. Her collar could be a problem, but she doubted she'd ever be less bound than this. Despite her exhaustion, the young veteran knew she'd be able to overpower Lilith. Then she'd just have to find an armory, rescue Amare, and get her to an escape craft. With the Luxvan's password Jane already had a head start.

No, Jane told herself, it wouldn't be that simple. Whatever else Fisk was, he was still a shrewd tactician. With the advantage of numbers and knowing his ship, the brutal mercenary would quash her one woman rebellion in minutes. And he'd make sure she didn't have another opportunity to escape for a very long time. Amare would be long gone by then. Jane would have to ensure the fastest escape possible or else find a way to hinder Fisk, maybe if he left the ship to pursue other matters. The crew wasn't here to pull off any thrilling heroics for Jane, she knew she'd have to keep being cautious.

But as she walked on, following the round behind of her Luxvan escort that was so perfectly framed by the rope harness and hypnotically shifted with each step, Jane wondered if she'd dismissed the idea for other reasons. Did she want to escape? Did she even want to disobey the slavers? Wouldn't she be much happier as sex **** serving beside Amare? Jane screamed internally at the thought. She couldn't deny that the persona of a **** was growing within her. Jane knew she'd have to free Amare before her officer side was smothered completely.

But now wasn't the right time.

Led by her crotch rope, Jane was taken to a simple chamber that had walls lined with slender clear tubes. "You were very helpful," reiterated the Luxvan, "We were able to organize a few alliances. Speaking of which, when the Roc's Talons arrive, we'll probably let them gangbang you. Would you like that?"

Jane's throat dried as she realized how horny the thought made her. "Yes mistress," she murmured, feeling a tender blush but telling herself she was just pretending to be this submissive.

Lily smiled encouragingly "I want you to be happy. As a matter of fact, I think you deserve a few orgasms before then." She opened a small hatch in the floor, revealing a storage space for rope.

Over the next several minutes, Jane was seductively bound. The Luxvan started by frog-tying her legs with artistically spaced loops of rope that dug in just enough to tease the enslaved officer. Next Jane was rolled onto her stomach so that her wrists and ankles could be hogtied together. At this point Jane's handcuffs were removed; as usual, Lilith was careful to never totally free the officer, always keeping her in the clutches of the arousal that her bondage provided. Long tails of rope extended from her limb bindings and these were knotted together into a diamond-patterned harness. The web of rope pleasingly framed her wet pussy yet teasingly didn't stimulate it, only caressing the surrounding skin as her loins begged for more. Finally when all the knots were tied, the soft whine of a motor could be heard, and Jane felt herself being pulled into the air. Ropes at her knees also tugged her legs open (not that the horny slut had any desire to close them). The hogtied **** was kept almost horizontal, but she was tilted slightly downward. Ass-up was the position she belonged in after all.

Next Lily produced a small tin of ointment which she began rubbing into Jane's naked flesh. She worked the clear substance into every inch of the bound woman's exposed skin spreading it behind her ears and between her toes. The seductive alien spent extra attention on Jane's erect nipples pinching and massaging them far longer than was necessary to spread the substance, but Jane's eager pussy was left untouched even as the thin sheen covered the rest of her skin. Maybe Lilith thought her cunt was wet enough.

Just as the devious Luxvan finished, Jane noticed an ominous hum pulsing out from the tubes of the surrounding walls. The bound officer's eyes warily scanned the encircling cylinders, wondering what tortures they'd inflict upon her. "Don't worry about them," said Lilith, noticing her co-subs distress. "There's nothing you can do to hinder them." With a smile showing only a hint of sadism, she plugged Jane's ears and seductively turned around. All sound around the officer evaporated as she was deafened just like during Dr. Ocelot's training.

Swinging helplessly, Jane watched nervously as the naked Luxvan left her to retrieve some more toys from the storage space. Lilith had promised the helpless plaything some orgasms, but Jane suspected the kinky alien knew plenty of humiliating and painful ways to make her cum. When Lilith returned, she carried a simple set of handcuffs and two pairs of clamps each connected by a long cable. She clipped one of the clamp tipped strings to Jane's right nipple, making the suspended **** inhale sharply and her chest swell with a mixture of pain and excitement as she watched the thin silver string dangle in front of her face. Similarly the other cable was placed on Jane's left nipple so that the two nibbling strings hung parallel, swaying with every movement of the suspended ****.

As Jane watched, anticipation upping her heart rate, Lilith clamped each of her own nipples with the unused ends and thereby anchored their nipples together. Now each movement the naked Luxvan made would be a teasing tug or painful yank on both of their nipples; Jane didn't know which sensation was better. Her body warred with itself, dreading and longing for each equally. She let out a weak mewl, feeling so helpless and horny.

Lilith got down on all fours and crawled beneath Jane. The suspended **** chewed her lip to stop the submissive moans bubbling within her. While the Luzvan sensually moved below, it felt like someone was tenderly nibbling on her nipples. Her arousal rose all the more as Lily slowly spun and approached her loins. Jane quivered, tugging with only token resistance at the ropes spreading her legs. She could hear soft wet sounds as Lily licked her lips; a hidden microphone was no doubt broadcasting directly to her earplugs. With a gentle pop, the other submissive kissed Jane tenderly on the inner thigh, and again, and a third time. Each tap of her lips brought her mouth closer to Jane's moist sex, but she stopped, just close enough for the eager **** to feel her breath upon her cunt. Peering across her own body, Jane was just able to see Lilith cross her hands behind her back. Deafened though she was, Jane heard the consecutive clicks of handcuffs locking into place as if her ear was right beside them. It would appear she wouldn't be the only one enjoying bondage.

But even with the handcuffs around her wrists Lilith still didn't bring her lips the final inch to Jane's cunt. The former officer was left yearning, anticipation tingling throughout her body. After about a minute she caught her hips rocking up and down as her body sought out the pleasure her subconscious knew was so close.

A startling glow from the dungeon's walls drew Jane's attention away from Lilith's denying mouth. The previously clear tubes lining the walls of their dungeon began to crackle with orange plasma. The suspended **** looked around nervously knowing nothing about these energized devices except that they had total access to her helpless body. They grew brighter and brighter; Her naked skin was soon bathed in their orange light. It was warm, hot even, like a summer day, but more than that, it felt good. Buzzing euphoria tenderly prickled her skin everywhere except where the ropes dug into her. Even her dripping pussy felt the pleasing tingle, though to a lesser extent.

The light became so bright she had to close her eyes, and her skin burned with pleasure. Deaf and now blind, Jane whimpered; she never felt this sensitive, never been so aware of all her nerves. Even Lilith's gentle breath against her cunt felt like fireworks. Her erect nipples tingled like they had vibrators on them or within them. She wiggled her chest and her tits squealed with delight as piercings flapped around and the clamps nibbled against her overstimulated buds. Inspired Jane bucked her hips as much as her bondage allowed. The hoop against her clit wagged, sending pulses of pleasure up her body.

Then Lilith's tongue tenderly probed forward. It tapped gently against Jane's aching pussy. Every muscle in the suspended woman froze, lest any action on her part disrupt the next touch. More licks followed, tender and providing only a fraction of the pleasure Jane craved. The helpless officer mewled like a wounded animal daring only the slightest tremble in her limbs.

But even as the lip service became more passionate, Jane craved more. Her first orgasm didn't sate her, neither did the second. The ointment, the lights, or maybe a mixture of the two was undoubtedly having an aphrodisiac effect on her. Her whole skin tingled with a burning delight, and every fiber of her being pleaded to be fucked even as the Luxvan's tongue worked its magic.

Sweat droplets began to slide down her skin in erratic paths. Each one seemed to contain its own blossom of pleasure. They slowly tickled down her body; some seemed capable of giving her an orgasm if only they followed a certain path. Lilith's tongue furtively flicked about near her clit, causing the hoop to sway about and caress that sensitive organ. Jane came again, spasming and crying tears of gratitude as the climax boiled throughout her.

Her own breaths sounded distant, those wanton pants were muffled by her earplugs until they seemed miles away. The sloppy wet sounds of Lilith's mouth were the only things that seemed real to the sensory deprived officer. Jane thought she should beg for her to stop. This pleasure was too much; it was eroding who she was. Or was it because she was a useless cumdump meant to give pleasure not receive it. She should be punished for sure; she'd cum so often without even trying to ask for permission. Every inch of her felt a pleasure so total and complete, there was no way a soldier could endure it without her mind shattering.

But maybe a **** could. Utterly unprecedented thought this ecstasy was, she had endured sensory-deprivation in the other ****. She clung to that memory like a life-line, turning her senses inward. Jane did her best to recall the delicate waft of Dr. Ocelots perfume, the tickle of the nearly imperceptible shifts of air, and occasional audio buzz that she had so desperately hoped would mean her mistress's voice was about to pierce the veil of her sound-canceling hood.

Another orgasm steam rolled through her nerves, reinforcing just how pleasurable surrender to bondage could be. Her breaths came out as animalistic pants. At some point in the swirl of pleasure Jane felt a man fuck her face and leave the taste of his seed on her tongue. Was it a dream? a wish? Or had it actually happened? She knew it would happen over and over again. She'd be a good **** for her master. She still remembered who she was, remembered her duty, even as the pleasure sliced through her thoughts like a hot blade through butter, but it seemed so distant and meaningless compared to the gratification she felt here and now. The paltry pleasures of honor and duty couldn't possibly compare with the true bliss of being tied and licked and fucked like this?