A Short "Rest"

“Well, it looks like we can safely say that the Inverted Stallion Emulator still works,” you say happily. Melodia only whimpers in response around her ring gag. She’s suspended by her legs, each held wide apart by robotic arms ending in cuffs. She is wearing a straight jacket that leaves both her pussy and her breasts exposed. The deviant garment is made of a black latex like smart material, that automatically tightens when secured. In between her legs is possibly the largest dildo you own. It pumps in and out of Melodia, her pussy lips continually stretching to accommodate the invader. Originally purchased as a joke, the disturbingly life like replication of an equine schlong has actually proved to be your most effective interrogation tool. The mere sight of it has convinced many a prisoner that they actually did want to answer your questions, in spite of whatever previous statements to the contrary they made before its appearance.

Right now, all it’s convinced Melodia of is that you’re sadistic, which she already knew. Still, based on her last orgasm which left fluids sprayed across her thighs and dribbling down the latex restraint, she can’t mind too much. The sight of her hanging helplessly while the massive dildo pistons into her fills you with joy.

Or maybe that’s Alexa’s tongue. You idly push her head deeper into your own soaked cunny. You’re relaxing in what you like to think of as your throne. It has a special cutout in the front where a **** can be strapped in. Currently that position is occupied by Alexa. Each of her limbs is locked in cuffs built into the feet of your chair while her head is thoroughly secured in between your legs.

“Please Mistress,” the Asian **** begs, “can I please cum?”

“For the last time, no. You only get to cum after you make me cum.” That’s the third time she’s asked in five minutes. Honestly, if she just focused more on licking your pussy rather than the vibrators you shoved in her holes and taped to her clit, you would both have finished by now.

“Mistress, I can’t-AHHHH!” She screams as you activate the shock setting in the vibators.

Keeping the shock button pressed on your thrones armrest you say, “Less talky, more licky.” She tries to obey but her body is overtaken by some very familiar convulsions. “Did you just… Oh, you fucking pain slut!” You sigh in disgust. Not that zapping her lady bits made her cum; you are super fucking happy about that. But she didn’t get you off first. For that there are consequences.

Five minutes later, you’ve repositioned her. Or more accurately, the Breaker has. Robotic restraint arms ending in cuffs erupt from the floor to hold your new ****'s lower half in the air. The largest arm ends in a proportionately large metal band that wraps around her waist and holds her torso at the perfect height for a good fucking. Two more pairs of robot arms pull her legs so wide apart that it might as well be a split. Her pussy glistens with moisture, tempting you. She futilely struggles, her thighs straining mid air against the unforgiving restraints. There is almost nothing to hold her upper body in place. Only some manacles with a foot long chain, far more slack than is typical for a **** in your dungeon, are locked around slender wrists. Nevertheless, there is no way she is going to move. Her arms stick out straight behind her back, keeping her a few inches above an electric prod. If they bend more than a few degrees, she'll get a jolt that will make your usual shock stick seem like a bug zapper. This leaves her facing the ceiling with her head just below pussy eating level, and very nervous.

“Now Alexa, tell me why you're here.” The whipping begins; this is part punitive, part educational.

“Shit! Because I came before my mistress-Ahhh! Fuck.”

“Wrong. I was going to do something like this anyways. Try again.” The whip strikes, this time aiming for her tits.

“Uhh...” Crack “Because I’m a painslut! I’m a filthy painslut ma’am.” Crack, crack.

“That’s true.” You pause your whipping to finger her slit. “But it's not why you're in that position.” Again the whip descends. You let her think for a moment while you go to work on her thighs. Eventually, Alexa gives up trying to answer and simply enjoys being whipped. That’s okay. It's pretty much what you expected and more fun for both of you.

You set aside the whip, for now, and release Melodia from the suspension. The exhausted girl simply lies on the floor. Between taking a simulated horse cock, the suspension, and all the other “tests” Melodia has been running on the dungeon equipment (or more accurately, have been run on her), she’s exhausted. Still, no rest for the wicked. Hooking your finger through her collar, you gently tug the bound **** to her feet. “Now, now Melodia. I have a special treat for you.” Her eyes go wide with fear. “Don’t look at me like that. I know I’ve done nothing but torment the both of you for the past,” you check the time, “Oh my, four hours now. But I really do think you’ll like this.” Because Melodia is a reasonable person who knows you, she is not reassured in the slightest. All she can do is continue to hug herself through the straight jacket as you drag her over to your toy cabinet.

You make a great show of selecting the toys you’ll be using. “What do you think Melodia. Is this plug too small?” You hold up the butt plug in question for her to examine. The nubbed monstrosity isn’t quite as big as your fist, but it would probably match the skinny portion of your wrist. Melodia frantically shakes her head at the site. “Hmm, I thought it was a little small, but if you think it’s fine… Here, why don’t you lube it up.” You ram it through her ring gag, while continuing your selection. Melodia nearly cries as you pull out a crop to accompany your whip, and a double ended, ribbed dildo.

Finally you produce the strap on. “Remember this? It’s the first thing I fucked you with way back when. Good times right?” She nods nervously. "Everytime I take a prisoner, they get this inside as soon as I can make it happen. I think Alexa’s waited long enough.” Although she's still nervous, Melodia seems relieved that the focus will be on her fellow slavegirl.

She follows you over to the helpless Asian. The strain of keeping her body supported at such an awkward level is taking its toll on Alexa. “Please ma’am. I’ll be good. I’ll make you cum I swear.”

“Yes you will.” You yank the plug out of Melodia’s mouth and spread Alexa’s cheeks. “Thank Melodia for lubing this up.” Without ceremony you shove it as far up her ass as it will go.

“Hrrngh! Thank you Melodia for-Ahrrgh!”

The plug continues to shock her until you release the command on your remote. “Don’t thank her with your words stupid. Eat out her cunt. Melodia, go assume the position.” Melodia is more than a little surprised; generally she’s the one who does the eating out. Of course, she’s not one to turn down a good thing. Lowering herself over Alexa’s face, Melodia quickly begins rocking back and forth across a welcoming tongue. You admire the site of her perfect cheeks sandwiching Alexa’s face for just a moment before approaching the pair. Melodia’s eyes are closed as Alexa’s tongue explores her nethers. “Are you enjoying yourself Melodia?” She nods and mumbles a thank you through her gag. You cup her breasts through the opening in the straightj acket and begin to gently knead them, making sure to occasionally deliver a sharp pinch, just like Melodia likes it. “You earned it.” With your other hand you reach down and find Melodia’s smooth rear. “As a reward for your good behavior, you’re going to help me punish this disobedient ****.” After a playful swat, you slowly start pushing down.

“Mmmmghgh!” Alexa squeals underneath Melodia as the added weight slowly pushes her down towards the unseen prods. She tries to shake her head, but this only causes Melodia to breathe sharply at the additional stimulation.

“Next time, you’ll get me off won’t you?” Alexa tries to respond, but you cut her off with a final push. Alexa screams as pain flares across her back. You playfully lick Melodia’s nipple before taking up position before Alexa’s exposed pussy. You begin to tease her clitoris with a riding crop. “Give her another shock Melodia.” Melodia glances back over her shoulders with impish eyes and slowly bends her knees.

“Arrrhgh!”

“Keep licking Alexa,” you command. “Melodia, if she slows down you know what to do.” It takes 15 minutes to give Melodia an orgasm and she only needed to encourage Alexa twice more. The whole time, you alternate between fingering Alexa’s pussy (which leaves your fingers shining with moisture) and cropping it. Once Melodia orgasms, you reward Alexa by finding her G-spot and sending her to a blissful oblivion. “Time for something different. Come here Melodia. Melodia? Melodia!” It takes a couple of shocks with a **** prod to get her up from Alexa’s sweet tongue.