The finishing touch

Voss commanded Shadowheart to kneel upon the metal plate embedded into the floor of the strange alcove. As she did so the mechanical whirring intensified, the way the sharp metal arms and spikes seemed to twitch in anticipation filling her with an overwhelming sense of dread. Despite her fear, Shadowheart appeared calm and collected, Voss' control over her already so complete she barely gave any outward sign of her true emotions. Instinctively (or perhaps because of some unspoken order from her master, she couldn't be sure) she put her arms behind her back and bowed her head submissively as the strange contraption jolted into action.

Like a spider weaving a web around its prey, the machine arms began to wrap black leather straps around Shadowheart's limbs. Cold metallic plates were methodically attached to her, pressed hard into her flesh and bent into shape before a sharp puncture pierced the Acolyte and fused each plate to her. Shadowheart's head was held tight by an elaborate mechanisim that seemed to pulse energy directly into her mind and as her new attire was permanently fixed to her, she perversely began to find the process increasingly erotic. In fact, as the machine added straps to her breasts and crotch she felt a shameful sense of arousal starting to rise within her. While the machine lashed straps around her most sensitive areas she could feel that it left her oricifes exposed, her nipples too. She became acutely aware of how stiff they were, the cool air tingling against her hot nubs. Her cunt too was dripping with desire, the two straps lashed either side of her slit only serving to amplify her growing need for release.

Original artwork by Dorian Cleavenger.

By the time the machine began to wind down, Shadowheart was a quivering mess, her whole body trembling as she teetered on the edge of climax. Then suddenly, just like that the machine released her, the strange crown disconnecting from her skull. Without its seductive energy she felt a surge of agony hit her, each place where a plate had been attached stinging with an aching, bone-deep pain. Despite this she remained on the very edge of orgasm, her body in turmoil as she floated somewhere between agony and bliss. Finally able to move, Shadowheart gazed down at her freshly bound form, the straps and metal plates barely covering her otherwise naked body. In fact, she realised, her bindings made her appear more lewd, more perverted than simply being naked would. She looked wrong, defiled and completely other than her true self and that realisation sent a pang of demented pleasure through her core. As her gaze moved from her new, permanent attire up to her Githyanki master, Voss staring down at her with an amused smirk, the pressure inside reached boiling point. Her eyes widened and she gasped, then her whole world went white.

Voss' smirk widened into a grin as Shadowheart's anguished cry of ecstacy echoed through the chamber. He revelled in the downfall of the elven whore as she shook like a leaf, her bare cunt leaking her pleasure onto the metal plate below. The old gods would be pleased, he mused to himself as he watched his new plaything break. He would have fun with this one, that much was certain. By the looks of it, she might even enjoy it too... such a lucky little slut.