Part 21: The Cycle of Pain and Sex

Cold water awoke the women. They reflexively screamed and thrashed at the icy jet before they even knew what was going on. Jane regained her composure first and quickly started lapping the cum from Amare hoping to clean the councilwoman so the hose wouldn't have to. "Guess the skinny slut doesn't want any cum to go to waist," laughed the shabbily dressed Gavleth that gripped the fire suppression hose in his four meaty hands like it was a gatling laser. Nimbly working despite her handcuffs, Jane did her best to ignore the continuing jeers that devalued her to a cum-starved twat-licker.

I familiar warmth rolled through the officer as her tongue attended to the councilwoman. It wasn't perverted, she told herself. She was simply feeling the warm fuzzies of fulfilling one's duty. Amare was her superior after all. But she couldn't justify her enjoyment of the tart lube that spilled into her mouth when she lapped at the other woman's wet pussy.

The protective officer's success was middling. Her (mostly) selfless efforts to clean Amare, spared the councilwoman from the worst of the icy water, yet this meant the matronly woman's glistening body was ripped away from her all the sooner. Held back by her chains, Jane watched helplessly as a brutish Turnk yanked the civilian away for some cruel activity. The officer endured the rest of her freezing shower alone and worried about what horrid things the slaver's were doing to their other plaything.

It took much longer for her to be cleaned to their rigorous standards. Jane suspected the unwashed Gavleth just liked watch her squirm when the water assaulted her pussy for the fifth time. She was reminded of the hosing she received after Dr. Ocelot had sold her, mostly because this slaver was also careful to not let her cum as she writhed and whimpered. After the water was shut off, the very wet **** shivered quietly while the muscled alien bound her elbows together with a tight strap. Jane's shoulders were aching from the strict bondage in mere seconds. Having her arms locked into the cruel Y-shape behind her back made standing up almost impossible, but she was ordered to nonetheless. The 8-foot brute unholstered what was probably a short flogger for him, but seemed quite long to Jane, before he barked "march, cum-lover."

While walking ahead of the slaver, Jane quickly learned to keep her arms from obscuring his view of her tight ass. Displaying her backside meant her brutish escort would be more likely to flog it, rather than curl his lashes around to **** her humble tits (now a little less humble with her shoulders pulled back so painfully). Jane knew she deserved to be here, but silently renewed her vow to free the councilwoman by whatever means necessary. A sliver of fear, colder than the brutal bath she'd endured, buried itself in her gut. What if her efforts just made things worse for the woman.

After breakfast, which was a thick slurry **** directly down her throat by a huge dildo, Jane was whip-marched to a dungeon. Her handlers called it a gym, but the black-steel walls, lined with chains, pillories, and racks of **** tools, announced the rooms true nature. Jane's heart thundered as she saw that one set of steel bands held the councilwoman spread eagle against the wall. Amare wiggled as much as her tight shackles allowed while enduring a degrading fondling from Fisk For a moment the loyal soldier hoped she'd be asked to dine on the buffet of fine female flesh before her. However the elbow-tied **** was instead marched to a strange machine in the center of the dungeon.

The device looked to Jane like an exercise bike from hell. The pedals had been replaced with heels that literally had "fuck me" written on them in bright pink, and the wedge seat sported a pair of thick dildos that made Jane tremble with mixed emotions. Compared to these the toothed nipple clamps dangling from the handle bars by short cables seemed minor. They still made the submissive commander whimper when they were put on, which, purely for the slavers' sadistic delight, was done long before Jane needed to be strapped onto the terrifying bike.

But Jane immediately forgot about her own pain when she heard Amare cry out through her gag. The poor councilwoman was getting an array of her own clamps attached to the delicate flower of her pussy including one directly onto her clit. "Yeah, I guess they sting a bit," mocked her ex-bodyguard, "but they won't go into punishment mode as long as that button is pressed about a hundred times each minute. And like I said, this," he extended a pole tipped with a buzzing dildo into Amare's perfect vagina, "is gonna stay on the whole time." A look of worry crossed her angelic features. "No need to fret dear," laughed the traitorous pig while roughly patting her full breast, "just tap that button a whole bunch and you'll be fine. Now where did I put it?" He looked around theatrically. "Oh well I'm sure it'll turn up." He walked towards the door but called back, "enjoy the shocks until then."

Remembering the dildo sucking game she'd played with Dr. Ocelot, Jane immediately looked at the rods protruding from the wedge that would soon be her bicycle seat, and as she expected, the rear one had a small button towards the bottom of its shaft. She immediately tried to straddle the fuck machine, mewling desperately as she did.

"Damn, the slut really needs that fuck-cycle," commented one of the slavers.

"Poor thing probably had to go without a dick for at least ten minutes," agreed the other.

Briefly, Jane wondered if these were the same two slavers that had brought her in or if this crass banter was common among their ilk. But she refocused her mind on the task at hand as they buckled her onto the uncomfortable seat. The brutal clamps had already been on Amare's gentle pussy for at least twenty seconds; the councilwoman's most sensitive parts would be enduring agonizing shocks in half a minute. Jane started cycling the moment her feet were in the fuck-me pedals, but progress was slow despite her will. The large dildo only just fit in her barely-experienced ass. Moaning in pain and desire, Jane pushed hard on the pedals, pleading with her stretched sphincter to allow the thick rod in then out. But she wasn't fast enough.

It started with shallow, rapid breaths from the councilwoman as she twitched in her restraints. When the pain got too much for the dignified woman, she let out a high pitched whine that crescendoed into a full scream. Jane tried to pedal harder but her asshole still gripped the shaft too tightly for it to move quickly. She babbled apologies through her ring gag. This was her fault; if she hadn't been an anal virgin before this mission maybe the cock would move easier within her. She thought about all the opportunities for anal she'd turned down. If she'd lost that fight to those Gavleth gangbangers or taken the 2 credit offer from the stim-head that one night in the club, maybe she'd be able to slam this dildo into her ass a little faster now. Under Jane's concerned gaze, Amare's scream of agony gave way to panting breaths as she hung her head in exhaustion. For a brief moment of terror, she wondered if her mentor was in too much pain to scream, but Jane soon saw the relief and relaxation roll throughout the spread woman's limbs. The fuck-cycle was now pounding Jane's holes at the desired speed. But this was only a minimal comfort as she knew she'd have to maintain this grueling activity until the slavers returned.

And it was brutal. The athletic officer's legs quickly began to ache from the constant pressure of forcing the dildos in and out of her tight holes. The vice-like strap pinning her elbows together behind her back prevented her from balancing properly. Her only stability atop the wedge seat came from her nipple piercings that tethered her to the handle bars, making each time she teetered a new kind of hell. Orgasms repeatedly ripped through her body, but provided little joy as Jane had to push through them to keep her pace. At least she wasn't alone; however, Amare's presence was just as much a source of shame as it was comfort. Occasionally, the officer's toned thighs would fail her and she'd endure pained cries as her superior suffered cruel shocks. Jane tried to apologize after each waver in her pace, but doubted her stammering did anything more than make her drool. Even in the moments when she was able to protect Amare, Jane felt her mind filling with shamefully perverted thoughts of the councilwoman's voluptuous body, sensually displayed by the bonds and enticingly pleasured by the vibrator. Jane felt especially guilty about a foul desire in the back of her mind for them to be shackled up together to kiss and scissor while their asses were tortured and fucked.

As Jane stared at the angelic beauty before her, Amare's breaths became rapid and she started gyrating slowly against her chains. "I'm 'orry," she moaned apologetically through her gag, evidently better able to enunciate around the hard rubber in her mouth. "I'm going 'o cum, I'm oh 'orry." She continued to moan; Jane shook her head, trying to tell her it was okay that a moment of pleasure was nothing to be ashamed of, but the soldier's clumsy mumbling was cut off by her own screams. As soon as climax bloomed through Amare's body, white hot bolts of electricity blasted through Jane's pierced nipples and stuffed holes.

Even after the initial surprise, such intimate pain still caused Jane to quiver and mewl, yet she **** herself to continue pedaling despite the intense shocks. Relying on instinct she stared at the prize before her. The woman across from her was panting and quivering too but from pleasure. A dampness gleamed across her thighs and the shaft of the dildo nestled into her heavenly cunt. Jane stared hungrily as the echoes of orgasm rolled through the comely woman's body. Their eyes met; Amare asking a silent question while catching her breath. Yes, Jane nodded back, she was okay, better than okay. She'd happily brave a thousand shocks to her nipples or even her clit to see that again.

Jane did get to see Amare have another orgasm. She focused on the beauty of it to endure the agonizing electricity that followed. Such pain was well deserved anyway; despite her best efforts, Jane's pace still waned on occasion and she'd have to watch Amare writhe and suffer. The exercise was exhausting, the vigilant officer's holes were raw and tender from her own numerous orgasms, but she knew that was no excuse and simply hoped the councilwoman would be released soon.

When the slavers returned, Jane paid them little attention and demanded her legs keep working. While their presence could mean they were going to free her, the blowjob training from Dr. Ocelot had taught her they could just as easily toy with her. Of course, the scum took the time to rub out a load of sticky cum onto the abused officer. Jane burned with shame as their sperm splattered onto her; she hated Amare seeing her as a whore, even if it was true.

"Alright time t' stop bitch," said one of the slavers as the last of his cum dripped onto Jane. Their humiliated cumrag shook her head and looked toward the still clamped Amare.

"Slut don't want to give up her cock-cycle," laughed the other slaver. "Hey Fed officer," he addressed Jane, "don't worry we got plenty of dicking planned for you." His grubby hands wrapped around the degraded woman.

Despite her gagged pleading, the two mercenaries unbuckled Jane from the exercise bike. The loyal officer did her best to cycle to the last second, hoping to spare Amare's beautiful pussy from the terrible electric shocks. As she was shoved to the floor, Jane fearfully looked up to the councilwoman expecting her to start thrashing and screaming any moment. But agony didn't return to Amare's expression. The slavers must have deactivated that particular feature. As they unshackled Amare, Jane wondered how much of her humiliating cycling had been necessary. Could she have slowed her grueling pace without hurting the other woman. Looking up at the voluptuous woman descending from her bondage like a goddess walking among mortals, Jane scolded herself for even thinking about that. She'd be devastated if she caused any harm to come to such a woman.