Part 24: Testing loyalty

The cup was pressed to Jane's lips and she drank greedily. Somewhere within her swirl of pleasure her body knew it needed water, even if it was just so she could squirt more. At some point the tongue had stopped, but the sub knew it must start again soon.

"Good ****," cooed her **** sister.

"I try," croaked Jane weakly, feeling far too much bliss to lie.

Her carnal companion giggled affectionately. "I'll have to leave briefly. My ass needs to be torn up by Master Monger," she pursed her lips hungrily, expressing the same need Jane felt. "But I'll get you some company, and I've set the dungeon to add some challenge to your continued stimulation. We can't have your mind turning wholly to mush."

Jane started to use her eyes again. The delightful sensitivity that the dungeon's lights had blessed her with still buzzed throughout her, making the slightest breeze bloom upon her skin like boiling ambrosia. But the emitters themselves were gone. Had she been moved. Of course she'd flown. The bound submissive had sailed naked through the heavens and danced in the hearts of stars. Initially, she'd regretted that her cunt and clit hadn't received the same enkindling as the rest of her supple flesh. Yet the reason for that had quickly become clear. Now that her body craved pleasure and felt pain as readily as her pussy, she was truly a mere sex organ to be used and abused by her betters.

Her bondage hadn't changed much. She still hung in her beautiful hogtie, but it seemed Lily was making small adjustments. Jane hoped she wasn't being untied; how was she to get pleasure if her body wasn't **** into a humiliating and inviting position? Fortunately the porcelain beauty only released one leg, leaving her to hop on one foot as her anchor to the dungeon's ceiling was loosened.

"Here comes your dungeon-mate now." continued Lily while laughing with delight, Jane didn't get the joke, but smiled anyway. A woman that seemed strangely familiar stumbled into the room. She wore only ballet-boots which made her steps all the more helpless. Her arms were contorted into an alluring reverse prayer that presented her mouth-watering tits. These voluminous jugs swayed with each step because the slut was leaning forward. An impish mop of tentacles about half her size was perched on the slut's presented ass, rhythmically thrusting into her while guiding her with burbling commands and crude slaps from any appendages that weren't violating her holes.

"Thank you Mr. Llox," said Lily. The tentacled alien responded by doubling his **** until an oily blue goo leaked from the stuffed woman's holes.

The other **** moaned through her gag, which Jane could now see was quite large, and long enough to make her throat bulge.

"We have one for you too," said Lily cheerfully, having seen the way Jane licked her lips. Opening her mouth wide was Jane's only response, and she was soon as orally stuffed as her dungeon-mate. "It shall slowly drip a nourishing nectar down your throat. Isn't that lovely."

Jane whimpered her agreement. The utter humiliation of relying on a cock-gag for sustenance made her weak with arousal, and she had to be steadied by the Luxvan. It'd been quite some time since Jane had cum (at least several minutes). So she tried to plead for permission to rub herself off against Lily's thigh, but her thick gag muffled any words to weak moans.

"Sh, sh, shhh," her ****-sister soothed, tugging affectionately on their shared nipple link, "you'll be able to earn more orgasms soon enough."

She quickly tied the two women together until they were nearly mirror images. They both stood on one leg that was tightly lashed to the other's. Jane was slightly taller, and only had to stand on tip-toe to be on the same level as the **** in ballet boots. The final touch was for Lily to unclip the chain from her nipples and thread it through a loop above Jane before attaching it to the other **** via a unique set of clamps.

"These are modified clover clamps," explained Lily, her smile broad, but her eyes narrow. "Not only do they tighten when tugged on, but they'll also give a terrible electric shock." To illustrate, she yanked up viciously, and white sparks caused shadows to dance across the dimly lit dungeon. The tortured **** let out a heavily muffled howl, and tried to hop until Lily released her grip. "The more pain she feels, the more pleasure there will be for you," said the pink-haired alien, perhaps having caught Jane's look of sympathy. "Master Monger wants her relentlessly punished for being a stuck-up slut. I'm thoroughly envious of the task he's given you." She nestled a palm sized vibrator against Jane's vulva, making the bound woman give off a giddy squeak. "The dungeon's challenge will start soon, ta-ta," Lily said as she stepped into the hall. "Oh, Mr. Llox, you don't truly plan to walk? Ah," she gasped with delight, "that's better."

Jane was left bound to the other **** as they both struggled to balance. The dungeon hummed around them, preparing torments to inflict upon them. Impatience grew within Jane; the need to cum again was like a void gnawing against her loins, and her vibrator was frustratingly silent. She could intentionally lose her balance, **** both of them to be held up by their nipple clamps. It would certainly be uncomfortable, but the pain it caused her bond-mate might ignite the vibrator.

The other woman stared at Jane with sad eyes, pleading eyes. Did she want Jane to show her mercy? Not quite, there was something else. Sympathy? The scent of lavender tickled her nose. Jane closed her eyes; she needed to think. She needed to be in the blackness where everything was simple. With her mistress. Yes, she had a mistress. And a duty. What had Mistress Ocelot told her to do? Listen to her submissive instincts. Yes, she was doing that, but there was something else. She had to stay close to someone and protect them.

Jane opened her eyes again. It was Amare she'd been bound to. Well, it'd be easy to stay close to her for now at least; finding a way to help her escape was still a daunting task. The captive officer gave a supporting nod, and watched as the councilwoman's eyes relaxed with relief, but they instantly grew wide with surprise as Jane violently yanked both of their body's until their shared nipple tether was on the verge of being taut.

Amare's face flashed with surprise and the worry that she'd been betrayed, but this expression only lasted until she heard the whip whistle menacingly through the space she'd just been. The councilwoman tried to mumble something around the thick penis gag pressed down her throat. Jane tried to smile around her own gag in response to what she assumed was a "thank you." It wasn't. The shock stick struck her side right on one of her ribs. Jane's body still had its heightened sensitivity from whatever Lilith had done to her, so the electric pain burst through her chest with an intensity she was in no way prepared for.

Screaming around her gag, Jane writhed and stumbled forward, losing her balance. The bound woman would have fallen on her face if the nipple link hadn't been there to hold her up. A series of sharp electric pop filled her ears along with a weak whine from Amare. As the women struggled to regain their balance, Jane internally berated herself, doubly so when the vibrator nestled against her pussy sent a buzz of pleasure through her loins, and delight oozed from her orgasm-eager cunt at her superior's expense.

But she didn't have time to dwell on her mistake, or the tainted pleasure it gave her; more punishment implements snaked their way into the dungeon. Literally joined at the hip, the two women had to work in unison to avoid the tormenting arms circling them. Their task was made all the more difficult by the massive gags suffocating any attempt at normal communication; fortunately, Jane felt a deep connection to Amare and could quickly interpret how she wanted to move from only her expression. Amare seemed equally able to read Jane's desires, and together they were able to avoid most of the **** implements.

Of course, despite the pair's best efforts, many of the dungeon's toys managed to **** their naked flesh. Shock prods and whips struck Jane's back and breasts on several occasions as the officer sacrificed her body for the councilwoman. There were unconventional devices too: one appendage sneakily attached painful clamps to both women; two more had specialized tips that felt like ice cubes as they teased up her thigh and across her collar bone; one even dripped something like hot wax onto Amare's nipples. The latter's success caused the bound councilwoman to wine meekly into her gag, as the hot fluid oozed towards her tender nipples.

This slow trickle of pain activated Jane's vibrator once again. Her body stiffened, craving the orgasm she'd denied herself for so long. This time, however, the persistent tingle was too much, and hot release rolled through her body. The wash of pleasure was made all the more intense by the shame of how she'd earned it, making Jane's knee buckle under so much delight. The bound pair stumbled forward, and Amare's tit clamps cruelly sparked again, providing Jane with vile after-affection for her selfish orgasm. When they managed to right themselves the disgraced officer pleaded for forgiveness into her gag as the evidence of her betrayal leaked onto her thighs.

Eventually, the whips, canes and crops slinked back into the dungeon's walls. The battered and exhausted women were only given a moment's reprieve, however, because Lilith soon entered the room. Flanked by two Turnk brutes. Her hair was now midnight black, and a matching look of rage tugged at her elegant face. She began roughly untying Amare. "As a submissive I generally enjoy when my plans fail and I'm humiliated," she explained, "but when the slight is against my master..." The slap to Jane's face was so fast she didn't notice it coming before the impact had violently jerked her head to the left. "And when a particular denial-ridden bitch clings to an archaic military rather than becoming the slut-**** she instinctively wants to be..." Another slap sent Jane reeling to the right. Both of her cheeks began to sting, and stars danced in her vision.

Amare was no longer bound to Jane, but still had her arms twisted behind her in reverse prayer and was **** to hop on one foot. Lilith cut the last of the connecting ropes, making the councilwoman wobble then fall into the Turnk's grip. They immediately helped her stand up: one got a firm grip on her breast while the other hooked two of his scaly fingers into her pussy.

"Master Monger has decided she'll take my place at the gangbang," Lilith explained to them, "no need to be gentle."

Jane watched with concern as they left yanking on the poor woman's tits while she scrambled to keep up.

Lilith blocked Jane's view, her hair still quite dark but now with streaks of pink. She was starting to enjoy this. "You didn't save her any pain, you understand. She'll be punished one way or another. You've done nothing."

That wasn't true, Jane told herself. At least the councilwoman knew she had on ally that would fight for her no matter what. Though Jane felt a twinge of fear that these slaver scum would use Amare to hurt her.

Lilith cupped Jane's chin and **** her to make eye contact. "Soon you'll understand that I'm just trying to help you." She withdrew Jane's nipple tethers from the ceiling and once again connected them to her own tits. "For tonight, however, I've been instructed to punish us both. I doubt very much this will break you, but you're not a pain-slut like me. so I'm going to love these next few hours." A weapon rack rich with **** implements rose up next to the beautiful pervert.

Savoring the moment, Lilith gingerly made her selection, letting the shock stick spark in front of her and smelling the ozone. "As you may already suspect, I won't let you cum, or feel any pleasure at all for that matter." She held her **** toy near her nipple and made it spark again, the electricity eagerly jumping to her nipple clamp. Only a fraction of the voltage zapped down the cable connecting their tits and into Jane's nipple, but it was enough to make the helpless officer flinch. The pain grew more intense when Lilith, smiling with a mixture of euphoria and cruelty, slowly scrapped her shock prod along the cable towards Jane. As the pain bloomed within her sensitive nub, Jane clung to the thought that maybe Dr. Ocelot would be proud of her sub for enduring a night of ****.