Part 18: The Stick And The Carrot

The loud crack of wood hitting skin was immediately followed by Jane's scream. The bent over **** could already feel the bruise forming. The cane was slender and flexible, allowing it to slice quickly through the air and focus all of its energy onto a thin strip of her bare skin. She dared to hope that the sharp blow was just a warning and that she'd be allowed more time to correct her position, but the whistle of the second strike dispelled that illusion.

Jane's second gagged squeal was louder than the first. This blow had struck lower on her hooked ass, threateningly close to her climax-swollen pussy. The scrambling woman knew her harness wouldn't offer much protection and vividly remembered the post-orgasm punishments at Bre's hand; she panicked. She attempted to correct her position by running forward, completely forgetting about the hobble chain between her ankles. A quarter of the way into her first stride her ankle bindings snapped taut and the treadmill pulled her feet out from under her.

Jane would have fallen if not for the hook in her ass which now painfully bore a significant amount of her weight. Her tape bound arms swung uselessly as she desperately tried to get purchase. The automated encouragement didn't care about her predicament and rhythmically punished her thighs and ass. It thrashed the suffering **** close to ten times before she managed to get her high-heeled shoes stable on the conveyor belt beneath her. However, once her feet were under her, Jane was still in the caning mechanism's reach. Whimpering between pained yelps, Jane walked up the treadmill as quick as she could without falling but still received another half-dozen lashes across her sore backside. The thrashing, though short, left Jane panting and **** to not lose focus again no matter how pleasurable the dildo between her legs became.

She didn't succeed; her ass was caned after her second orgasm, and the third. In fact by the seventh time she earned her reward, the ****'s rear was covered in dozens of painful red lines. The sub might have done better if she didn't endure a fair amount of foreplay between each reward. With each step, her decorated piercings pulled enticingly at her sensitive areas and suggestively sang out, while the dildo and anal hook shifted intimately within her. In spite of these distractions, Jane was getting better at controlling her body during each **** climax. Unfortunately, the encouragement device had steadily demanded more from her to the point that simply jutting her striped ass out more than a few inches earned her a cruel thwack. Breathing heavily, the beleaguered **** trotted wearily on, wondering how much more they expected her to endure.

It was a nimble kiss on her shoulder that alerted Jane to Lily's presence. The Luxvan stepped gracefully into view a few seconds later, smiling devilishly and the spitting image of a well used whore. Her nude body was a canvas for several derogatory words; many of which were covered by thick ropes of cum. And the white orbs of her breasts had been extensively decorated in whip welts that made even the well caned **** flinch with sympathy. "So sorry to have kept you waiting, lovely, but I was such a good ball-drainer," she pointed at the "slut" written on her right cheek. "That the mercs just had to give my darlings a proper lesson." She cradled her soft tits a moment then smoothly climbed onto the treadmill's console.

Jane let out a startled "eep" as the treadmill beneath her doubled its speed. The poor **** received two more strikes to her tender hindquarters before she managed to clumsily run with her hobble chain and heels. Lily gasped with desire and looked hungrily down at the struggling ****, her crimson hair vividly advertising her desire to switch places.

"Oh, it must be truly terrible," she cooed, "soon the caning bot will be tutting your backside no matter what you do. And think of all those orgasms you will be **** to endure." She paused before taking on darker tones to issue her command, "beg."

Jane had begged through a gag before, but it still brought a twinge of humiliation to try speaking. The **** **** capitalized on it to further debase herself for this cruel woman's pleasure. "P'ease mmisess, 'elease f'is s'ave."

A finger across Jane's lips silenced her. "No cupcake, beg to be left here." Liiith's hair shifted to a bright orange, showing her envy. "You won't be lonely," she added. "You'll have the bot constantly striking that taut ass of yours."

Jane stiffened as the horrible fate was presented to her; she didn't know what to do. Was playing along the only hope she had for mercy? Or would obeying the degrading command give her exactly what she'd be asking for, another, more ****, round of **** on this treadmill? In the end, it didn't matter much Jane realized with a twinge of arousal; if Lilith wanted to torment her, she could regardless of what Jane did. On the other hand, if this was some perverse test of obedience, participating may lead to less pain. "Fees," she began through her bitgag, "ffis 'orth'essss s'ave neens 'oo fee funfished." Even with her previous practice, Jane doubted half of her words were intelligible but continued pleading to be abandoned on this treadmill so that her ass could be mercilessly beaten.

The Luxvan let her continue for several minutes before delicately pinching Jane's nipple ring and tugging her close. The human's already gag-muddled words devolved into mumbled mewling as she was pulled into the alien (who's hair now shown pink with lust). Lilith kissed Jane hard, sucking deeply on the startled woman's upper lip until desire boiled in the ****.

And then the vibrator in Jane's nethers hummed to full strength. She squealed her thanks into the lips of her lesbian lover. Panting and whimpering with delight as hot pleasure rolled through her body. Soon, the submissive's desire was squirting around her harness. Struggling to stay upright, Jane leaned into Lilith returning the kiss as much as her gag would allow.

This climax was almost as intense as the one Bre had given her in front of the crew and left Jane equally disoriented. When she could think past her body's tingling applause, she realized that the treadmill had stopped. Lilith was smiling at her. "You are an amazing **** sister," she complimented while her eyes roamed the strawberry-blonde's teetering body, "if a little dirty. May I clean you?" The kinky Luxvan descended to her knees and began licking the ripe fluids from Jane's thighs and crotch while sensually fingering her own snatch.

For her part, the bound woman could only coo more thanks as she drifted down from her climactic high. Indeed the alien's small and tender tongue provided a gentle landing zone as it licked up the last few traces of her orgasm. When Lilith's efficient tongue was finished, it worked its way up her body, ticklishly flicking her belly button, sucking her nipples, and delicately kissing her clavicle. Jane moaned invitingly when the lips again reached her gagged mouth, and she savored the taste of her own orgasm on the Luxvan.

After their amazing make-out session, Jane obediently followed the alluring alien out of the etymologically accurate gymnasium. Despite the new comradery, the soldier told herself to be wary; she'd experienced first hand how quickly the whims of a mistress could change. In the hallway, Jane also felt the creeping fear and anticipation as hungry eyes evaluated her body.