Part 3: A release of sorts

The **** had difficulty, but eventually managed to maneuver her tongue in the right motions while still sucking. Glorious relief surged through her body as she felt her bonds relax. The dildo twitched, then pulsed in her mouth, preparing its own release. A rancid taste filled Jane's mouth; she was still sucking and swallowed half of the slimy goo before she knew what was going on. In shock, she coughed and sputtered, spitting the dildo and most of its vile liquid out of her mouth. Some small blobs clung to her chin or hid themselves in the recesses of her mouth. In spite of the taste, the corners of her mouth curled up; the clamp had relaxed to the point she could wiggle her arms a whole inch, and it felt wonderful.

"Like the taste, cumslut? It's Gavleth bull semen," explained Dr. Ocelot having walked to the other side of her cabin "Speaking of bull," she added taking a coiled whip from her supplies, "you need to be punished for wasting so much of that gift." With a flick, she unfurled the bullwhip, proudly displaying its 8 foot length for a moment before lashing forward. With a dull slap, the whip impacted evenly across Jane's lower belly eliciting a grunt of pain. During the next blow, the skilled whipmistress stepped forward, her sleek form sliding into the strike. With a clap the whip smacked the Commander's pert butt, the leather lash circled around to whip the top of her thigh. Jane's lips split to let out a pained breath.

The dominatrix's room was filled with a slow, rhythmic crack as she methodically laid down strike after strike on the exposed skin between Jane's belly button and knees. After each blow the helpless **** let out a gasp of pain, a cry through gritted teeth, or for the ones that landed terrifyingly close to her vagina, a startled squeak. Though the focus was on Jane's front, many of the lashes licked at her ass and back. The most painful ones, however, were when the dominatrix twisted her body with the strike causing several feet of her whip's cable to slice across Jane's bare flesh, usually with enough **** to draw a thin red line. Each pulsing with a lingering sting, nearly a dozen of these evil lines burned across the panting girl's stomach and thighs by the time her tormentor gave her a break. After the last lash swept painfully across Jane's belly button, her head hung low but her eyes stared at Dr. Ocelot with cool determination.

"Such an artistic weapon. Would you not agree? Not my favorite though." She placed her whip back in her supply box and pulled out a cylindrical device Jane couldn't recognize. "That honor is reserved for this," she explained, tapping the translucent quartz surface that hinted at elaborate electronics beneath. The device was roughly the size and shape of Jane's forearm with a pair of straps that allowed it to be fixed to the inside of her thigh. "On the right settings it can reduce both hardened criminals, and experienced submissives to blubbering, begging messes. Shall we try it on you?"

Heart racing, part of Jane was glad she still didn't have permission to speak. She was worried she would plead for mercy or make things worse for her with some brazen retort.

Dr. Ocelot touched her datapad, and three bulbous fingers extended towards her ****'s genitals. Jane stared as the robotic tentacles nuzzled into her tender folds. Her legs quivered. What was she in for? Electric shocks? Theta energy? Or some new **** from across the galaxy? One of the tendrils had probed its way to her clit. With a slim yet menacing smile, Dr. Ocelot pressed a final button on her datapad.

The nodules pressed against her vagina started vibrating. It was slow at first, unnoticeable save for gentle tingles of pleasure curling up her body like smoke from a tinder nest. A gasp of surprise ending in a high-pitched twang of delight cascaded from Jane's mouth. Warm pleasure slowly crept up her body, making her breasts rise and fall with increased passion. The vibrators began shifting, writhing like demonic flames intent on reaching places she had yet to discover. Jane closed her eyes and slumped in her bondage partly an expression of contented relaxation and exhaustion, but mostly an endorphin-addled attempt to get closer to the buzzing tongues in her pussy.

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.

Even then, the shock was only enough to make Jane lazily open her eyes. "Sex makes everything better," stated Dr. Ocelot. Jane moaned her agreement. "Don't worry. This thing can make it last forever." The sexually-inexperienced woman smiled devilishly at the thought. Like a potter at her wheel, the domina circled Jane making her body ripple and sting with precision taps from her crop. "You're not a commander anymore, no longer responsible for anyone's life, not even your own. All you are is a toy to be used and played with by your betters..." the woman trailed off and the tip of her tool slid ticklishly along the back of Jane's knee. "I'm sorry to repeat myself, but I just have to remark on how much I love your exquisite legs. With you stretched out and on your tiptoes like this they look so glorious. If only there was time, I'd love to lick honey off them." Her crude compliment was followed by a fury of blows alternating left and right across Jane's ass and upper thighs.

While Dr. Ocelot worked on her, Jane's heat continued to mount. She was nearing an orgasm, but the sex toy was giving diminishing returns; the closer she got to release the softer its vibrations became. The helpless **** whimpered as frustration smoldered inside her. There was some hope; each slap from her busty mistress's crop temporarily increased the power of the vibrators teasing her. These entangled instances of pain and pleasure were about to lift Jane over the cusp when they suddenly stopped, and those wonderful metallic fingers withdrew from her pussy. The denied **** let out a meek, mournful cry and looked pleadingly at her scantily clad mistress, hoping she would at least be allowed to beg.

"A **** must mix pain and pleasure. I'll only let you cum after I whip your twat. Would you like me to do so?" Jane nodded desperately. "Repeat after me: Please mistress, punish my naughty slit."

And Jane did. In a passionate yet submissive voice, she said every humiliating and debasing thing the cruel dominatrix let her, calling her womanhood everything from cocksleeve to rubbish bin, pleading for permission to "gush my jizz receptacle."

To keep her on the edge, Dr. Ocelot would occasionally finger her toy's "needy cunt," always having Jane lick the evidence of her "disgusting lust" off her fingers.

Heart echoing a drumroll and glistening with a sheen of sweat, Jane watched with longing as her mistress slowly bent her springy crop to its limit and aimed it at the most sensitive part of her body. It was going to hurt like hell, but she needed it. It was more than just something to endure; Jane knew it was a necessary step to satisfy the desire burning deep within her like a red hot coal. The cruelty, agony, and humiliation she'd suffered had earned her this moment.

With a single swift movement, Dr. Ocelot relaxed the tension in her crop then placed the handle against Jane's longing pussy. The unsuspecting woman felt a landslide of electric pain blast from her loins. She tensed, thrusting as much as her bonds allowed and threw her head back screaming. It was over in the next instant; Jane hung her head panting, recovering from the overwhelming onslaught. As the handle of the crop rubbed into Jane's clit, a part of her wondered if all she needed to cum was a little more pain.

It wasn't. The sadistic woman activated the shock function again but this time directly on that nubbin of nerves. Jane wailed at the ceiling in response to a pain that eclipsed anything she'd felt before. Her head remained lolled back as she stared blankly up.

A hand grabbed her by the hair and brought her vision to focus on Dr. Ocelot's enchanting face. "I lied," she stated in a cool yet compassionate voice, "as comely as your legs are, I didn't choose you because of them." Jane stared into her eyes. Those soft amber pools contained all of her bliss and suffering. Dr. Ocelot gently clasped her ****'s face before continuing. "You have an inner strength rare even among federation officers. When I'm finished, you'll be more than a match for slavers."

Jane wasn't ready to admit she needed to hear something like that, but she managed a weak nod. Her mistress graciously let the moment last, closing her eyes and gingerly pressing their foreheads together for several minutes before unlocking the restraints.