G.S.P. Chapter 3/13 Lessons of Pain and Obedience
Introduction:
New York city is tormented by mysterious monsters attacks and no attempts to track the suspected aliens are successful. The government’s solution is to form an all new super hero team named G.S.P. to protect the city. The veteran heroes assembled know the hardship of being heroes and how sex might be an useful relief, but are they really prepared for what happens when an innocent (?) bystander hurt during one of their missions is something they have never encountered before?
G.S.P.
Chapter 3
Lessons of Pain and Obedience
* * *
“Am I dreaming?” Jennifer wondered. She tried to focus her gaze and vaguely noted trees moving past her field of vision at a rapid pace. Was she sitting in a car? She shook her head trying to clear it, yet it only made her more dizzy.
In a strange muted way she heard an explosion, the whole world shook, and what she thought must be a car tumbled around. Slowly she registered that she didn’t move any more. The surroundings smelled of hot metal and gasoline. Strong hands touched her and moved her from the metal. Carefully the hands put her down on earth.
Suddenly Jennifer heard a monstrous voice talking: “Sheees is dying…nothing we can do for her. Her body issh broken.”
A female voice, but why did it sound so inhuman?
“I will not forget you,” a male voice said. Jennifer felt longing when she heard the voice. It sounded so secure…so empathic.
Jennifer felt cold metal below her. The sensation made the vision of the car accident fade away, it felt too real compared to the rest. In reality she rested on an x-shaped metal table. Head, arms and limbs secured by metallic straps.
Jennifer opened her eyes. It was a cellar; around the walls she could see electronic equipment and strange devices.
“I remember! I was drugged by some stranger when that I fled from that gang,” she recalled.
From outside her field of vision she heard a sinister male laugh. She tried to twist around to see him, but the head strap kept her head still.
“Where have you taken me?” Jennifer finally asked when nothing happened.
“The little bitch finally wakes up,” a voice said behind her
“Is it the short fat guy that drugged me in the cab?” Jennifer wondered. She had never heard his voice, but it sounded fitting to his figure.
“People tend to do that,” Jennifer responded.
“Yet, not this fast,” the voice commented. “Did you know that your metabolism and immunity to infection are super charged far beyond the bounds of a normal person?”
“Really?” Jennifer asked.
“Indeed,” the voice confirmed. “Yet the lack of food during the hours I have monitored you seems not to have weakened you. It does not fit with the high rate of metabolism.”
“Why did you drug me?” Jennifer asked.
“My mutant detector registered your presence at the restaurant and the human genome must be kept pure. Can’t let you live, could I?” the voice said.
“I need to stall him until I find out a way to escape,” Jennifer thought.
“Perhaps we can trade information?” Jennifer suggested.
“Not like I would ever give anything to an abomination like you,” the voice said. “Yet maybe you can shed some light on your powers. My computer systems are state of the art, yet they seem to fail to detect your powers.”
“Go on,” Jennifer mumbled.
“The computers indicate that the only mutant gene you carry is one for psionic powers. Problem is that the computer report the gene is inhibited, and even with it active it would not explain your increased metabolism or strong immunity against infection. Where do those powers come from?” the voice asked.
Jennifer desperately searched for any kind of answer that would satisfy the questioner, but failed to come up with anything.
“This is a waste of time, I just take some samples and head to my day job!” the voice barked.
Jennifer saw him when he bent over her. As she had suspected it was the creepy fat man.
“This might restrict your perception a bit” the man chuckled as he pulled forward some kind of machine. The machine extended down towards Jennifer’s face. Desperately she tried to get free, but with no success. The last thing she saw were needles extending down towards her eyes. She felt an incredible wave of pain when they penetrated her eyes. She struggled uselessly against her straps.
“The bastard demolished my eyes,” Jennifer realized when the pain had died down.
She felt his hand move over her, attaching objects to her nipples, labia and clit. She struggled to keep silent, to pledge for mercy would obviously have no effect.
“Computer, use the neural link established to do a deep scan. Damage to test subject is not a concern. Acknowledge,” the fat man said.
“Voice authorization successful. Executing deep scan with minimal safety settings,” a synthetic voice answered.
Jennifer heard the man leaving the room. The machine connected to her ruined eyes projected color patterns into her brain, and it made Jennifer’s head hurt terribly. She tried to lose conscious to escape, but was brutally woken by electrical jolts applied to nipples and clit.
“I hate you. Look what has been done to me!” she screamed in her head at nobody in particular. Strangely her own voice answered her.
“Can you keep quiet stupid cunt. The pain from the damage in our eyes hurt me as much you,” the voice said.
“What? Who are you?” Jennifer asked.
“Not sure about that. Yet I think I know what I used to be,” the voice said.
“Explain,” Jennifer begged.
“I used to be a female demon warrior,” the voice said. “In a way that I am not aware of I have possessed you. Problem is I didn’t have the ability to possess earlier and it is all wrong. Normally a possession should mean that I use your body to give myself an anchor in your world to project magic, but it seems I totally lack contact with my home world and are really here in your body.”
“A Demon,” Jennifer thought. “Are you responsible for my unexpected powers?”
“Indeed I am. We feed on sexual energy from others if you have missed it,” the demon’s voice responded.
“How can we escape from this nightmare?” Jennifer asked.
“I am working on it,” the demon responded.
“How can you be so calm? He destroyed my eyes you cursed demon” Jennifer thought.
“The eyes are nothing compared to the injuries I healed after the car crash. This servant named computer should not learn how well we heal if it can be avoided,” the demon thought.
“The computer is a machine. It will probably monitor our every move anyway,” Jennifer thought.
“Strange, but I think I understand the concept,” the demon responded. “The real problem is that most of my powers go into sustaining body functions that we don’t really need. I suggest that we try to join more closely to improve our fighting capability. We might need that to counter his evil schemes.”
“Will you take over my body then?” Jennifer asked.
“How should I know?” the demon responded. “Possession should not be one of my powers at all.”
Jennifer lay still trying to think. Risking having her mind swallowed by the demon sounded horrible, but the many times the demon had made her have sex with different people showed the demon pretty much controlled her actions anyway.
“I will be dead if we can’t fight back,” Jennifer thought. “Let’s do it!”
“Good you chose so swiftly. This will take lots of time,” the demon responded.
Jennifer felt her body on fire as the demon went to work. It hurt so incredibly much that she started to lose consciousness. Her genitals hurt from electric jolts, but the pain only pushed her over the edge faster. She lost consciousness.
* * *
“Wake up!” the demon prompted.
“Did you succeed?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes, I am done. We are much stronger now,” the demon responded.
“Time to break loose then?” Jennifer wondered.
“We are not that much stronger.” the demon answered reluctantly. “The healing ability could let us over strain ourselves without permanent damage, yet the muscles are still human and could never handle the metal straps holding us.”
“Computer, how on earth could she change like that? Report the results of deep scan,” the fat man suddenly ordered.
“Voice authorization successful. Accessing scanning results. Latent psionic ability has been estimated to level 5. Extensive cell activity detected in majority of the body, no plausible biological system known to explain it. General fitness analysis is not possible with passive scan, but looking at body composition the subject seems to have had approximately 6 years of sports training during this day. Subject has not shown any ill effects from lack of water or food,” the computer’s synthetic voice answered.
“Just great, nothing found at all,” the fat man mumbled. “Computer, how strong is level 5 really? What is the highest known level?”
“Voice authorization successful. Scale is believed to be 1 to 100. Level 5 is classified as very minor ability. Public mutant with highest known level is Mind Eye at level 56. It is believed that stronger psionics exist, but that these have not been found,” the computer answered.
“I had no idea how you could make your breasts grow like that, but it won’t help. I will kill an abomination like you even if you are a male’s dream come to life,” the fat man said.
“I thought our breasts felt strange,” Jennifer thought.
“I increased their size to about D size. It will probably help us attract sexual partners,” the demon commented.
“Computer, prepare a poison dose that is 100 times stronger than her metabolism is estimated to handle,” the fat man said.
“Voice authorization successful. Error, lack of substances. Resources will only allow 38 times her estimated poison tolerance.” the computer informed.
“Proceed with 38 times then!” the fat man spat.
“Voice authorization successful. Executing request for poison dose, 38 times subject’s estimated poison tolerance,” the computer acknowledged.
“You know what abomination?” the fat man said. “That phrase about authorization is driving me nuts, yet it does not matter. Prepare to never spread your filthy mutant genes to the human race.”
“Wait!” Jennifer cried out.
She felt the needle of an injection device push into her left breast.
“Halt the machine and we can work something out. I can assist you with anything you want,” Jennifer begged.
Instead of an answer she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. She felt something touch her pussy. It took little imagination to understand that he aimed his cock for her defenseless wet slit. With a grunt he pressed inside her. Her inside fit around his cock like a glove.
“Maybe if we offer ourselves to stay as his sexual slave he will stop the machine,” Jennifer thought.
She opened her mouth to suggest this, but when she tried to talk she failed to form the words. She could barely move her tongue. He chuckled over her tries, and thrust faster into her.
“All poison has been delivered,” the computer reported.
“It hurts,” Jennifer thought as her whole body seemed to be torn between cramping muscles and failure to move at all.
“We are gaining power from his sexual lust,” the demon responded.
“Subject 216, case closed at time 1634,” the computer reported.
“What?” Jennifer wondered.
“Damn,” the man cursed. “I wanted to come inside her. Release her so I can turn her around.”
“Voice authorization successful. Releasing subject 216,” the computer confirmed.
“Am I subject 216?” Jennifer wondered as the metal straps loosened themselves.
“Who cares?” the demon responded. “Don’t make any moves. We are being fucked!”
Jennifer felt him push her around and start to push into her with abandon. She smiled as she felt sexual bliss to fill her.
“General logical error. Sensors are receiving incompatible data. Requesting guidance about what to do,” the computer reported.
The fat man paid it no attention as he with many grunts continued to fuck Jennifer’s motionless body.
“No suiting fall back existing. Shutting down non essential systems to start self diagnostics,” the computer reported.
The fat man cried out as he delivered his load. Jennifer moaned as she climaxed at the same time. He pulled out of her.
“Good sex, but not worth staying around,” the demon thought.
Suddenly Jennifer felt she could move again. More importantly she could see again. She twisted around and stared at him.
“Your eyes…” the fat man mumbled. “…they are green with silver.”
Jennifer rolled around and lashed out with her foot upwards. This time she didn’t feel the weird feeling of weakness. Instead her body responded as she expected and her kick hit his throat with a satisfying smack. He staggered backward from the impact, then collapsed as he desperately clawed as throat. Jennifer sat up and watched him for a while until he stopped struggling and lay still.
She looked around the room, but saw no clothes that would fit her. Instead she looked at the computer with many weird instruments attached.
“We better get moving before the computer finishes its self diagnosis. Who knows what kind of attacks it could do with those instruments?” Jennifer thought.
She walked to the only exit, a stair upwards. She followed it with eager steps, at least until she encountered a sturdy steel door without any handle. Jennifer studied the door and found a microphone. “Just great, a voice lock,” Jennifer complained.
“Voice authorization failed. Subject is not contained. Arming emergency weapons,” the computer responded.
“Too bad we crushed the sucker’s vocal cord.” the demon thought.
“Approaching the computer down there doesn’t sound very attractive,” Jennifer mumbled. Angry she kicked the door with her all force she could assemble on the steep stairs. The kick did absolutely nothing against the thick steel door.
“How long can we stand to be locked down here?” she wondered.
“Sooner or later we will need sex to sustain ourselves. Yet I can’t tell how long, depends on the long time effect of us joining more closely,” the demon responded.
“What and who are you really?” Jennifer thought and waited for an answer.
“You are right, perhaps this can save us some confusion in the future. Watch the memories I have left and you will know as much as I,” the demon agreed.
* * *
The demon moved carefully forward through a nightmare vision of a forest. Razor sharp red leaves covered the trees. She ignored them and kept watch after the tale tell ripples in the ground that would reveal the presence of the being that had created the forest as his hunting ground.
Suddenly a roar of anger filled the air. The demon looked up, worried. The source of the screams came closer. A two and a half meter demon burst through the bush. The leaves cut through his plate armor as if it was paper. In his hand the demon carried the hilt of a broken sword. She did not think the forest could be responsible for the weapon to be damaged, it had been forged by her master’s own smiths.
“Stupid demonic critter,” she cursed. “Slow down before you attract the demon of the forest.”
The sword demon stared at her with red eyes wide from terror and then lunged forward towards her.
The sword demon did not reach her, suddenly tentacles exploded up from the ground and gripped him. The female demon saw two tentacles approach her direction.
Filled with calm she backed as she gathered power. Just when they were about to reach her she opened her mouth and blew towards them. She had exerted more power than needed. The sparkling energy in her breath tore through tentacles, forest and sword demon and left a 6 meter long cone-shaped clearing.
The tentacles outside the path of destruction hung frozen and then pulled back.
“Wise move,” she mumbled. “You can find easier prey than one of master’s hunters.”
She started to run towards the direction the sword demon had come from. Now she had a lead about how to finish her mission.
Finally she reached the end of the forest and looked out at field of red rocks. At least it should have been red without the green blood that covered the ground. At least 500 lower fighter demons lay slain there, all brutally torn apart.
“This must be the remaining troops from the 16th army division, yet still no sign of the attacker,” she concluded. She turned to head back to the 4th army division.
Suddenly a giant pillar of fire arose from the other side of the forest. Faints dots of darkness thrown in all directions indicated hundreds of demons had perished by the storm of elemental energy.
“General Tzilach releasing his hell fire!” the demon exclaimed. “What could have provoked him into doing that so close to master’s servants?”
No one answered and with dread she ran towards the battle. Her destructive breath had recharged fully, yet what could it do if the attackers had survived General Tzilach’s fearsome power?
Judging from the sound, the battle was still taking place, and yet again master’s troops were on the losing end. She increased her pace.
* * *
“Is that all?” Jennifer asked as the vision ended.
“Indeed it is,” the demon answered. “That is the only personal memory I can remember.”
“Just like my personal memories are missing, it can’t be a coincidence that we both lack personal memories,” Jennifer thought.
“It’s not like it’s a memory worth clinging to,” the demon responded with disgust.
“There must be a reason you remember this event. What if it’s your use of your power that is the point?” Jennifer wondered.
“I already tried to project my powers, but it won’t work. I can sense through your senses, but my own perception is locked to only our body and people we are having sex with,” the demon responded.
“You could form a blade of cutting energy that I could aim,” Jennifer suggested.
“You are not listening, I can’t extend my influence beyond our body,” the demon objected.
Jennifer let her fingers grip an imagined sword. In response suddenly red energy appeared from thin air and formed into glowing sword. With a yelp of surprise Jennifer thrust towards the door. The edge cut through the steel door like it was butter.
“How did you know to do that?” the demon asked.
“Instinct I suppose,” Jennifer thought as she stepped out into the corridor outside. From the looks of it they were in a normal apartment house in the middle of the city
Jennifer took a step forward, when suddenly a terrible weakness filled her.
“Drop the sword!” the demon screamed. Confused Jennifer obeyed. When she relaxed her fingers the sword ceased to exist. She tried to take another step, but stumbled into the left wall as she lost her balance.
“What?” Jennifer wondered as she clutched the wall to keep standing.
“The sword drains incredible resources. We were short on energy, now we are really starved,” the demon explained.
Jennifer had lost the ability to see colors. She took a few steps forward, but the dizziness only grew more severe. She tried to scream for help, but she could not gather enough energy to do it.
“Just a few steps more and I am outside,” she thought, but then collapsed without a chance to catch herself. When she hit the floor everything faded away.
* * *
Eagle, leader of the G.S.P super hero group hovered in humid night air. A slight wind, following the form of the house in front of him, prevented him from relaxing too much. Not that he relaxed at the moment. For the last couple of hours he had been doing surveillance on the movements of Doctor Paul McFenna at the Brooklyn Hospital Center.
The dull routine had ended when he discovered the doctor inside a room with a single patient. The doctor had placed a video camera to tape the bed and then proceeded to pull the blanket off the sleeping female.
“The suspect seems to be on the way to taking sexual advantage of a patient. Requesting instructions,” Eagle sent towards the base.
“No operator is at the terminal,” the metallic voice of the base computers reported.
Inside the doctor had removed the female patient’s clothes. From the looks of it the patient had been drugged. Eagle adjusted the position of his cock since it had gotten uncomfortably hard.
“The supervisors must be away on a break. I suppose this is enough to get the doctor fired and put in jail. Yet will it help us bring any light on our real interest, the girl with super healing?” he wondered.
The doctor had put himself into position and thrust into the nude woman below him. Eagle eyed the window frame. None of the tools he carried would allow him admittance without breaking the window. To break the window didn’t seem like a good idea. What if the doctor panicked and decided to kill the patient to prevent her from revealing that she had been raped.
“We really need to find the girl before the cops or the press do it. Can’t risk that the doctor start making deals with the police to get a reduced sentence. Poor girl, but I can’t help her,” Eagle thought. He decided that he had seen enough for his taste and flew away.
He thought about flying towards the base, but his hard cock needed to be dealt with. Firefly did sleep in Mindeye’s room tonight so she could not offer any relief. Eagle changed direction and flew over the east side of Manhattan until he finally saw something of interest.
Two police cars and an ambulance waited outside the house, but the thing that had attracted Eagle’s attention to the house were two women doing the sixty-nine on a bed.
“Time for a personal recording,” he mumbled and picked up the video camera.
The camera only took only one hand to operate, and with his free hand he started to jack off. From time to time they would tumble around and change position so he recorded more than a few good shots of their nude bodies.
They were really into it and Eagle was approaching climax when they turned around. Eagle smiled at the trim ass in front of him when he suddenly realized the other woman was turned towards him. Only luck had made her stare at the ceiling as her pussy was eaten. Eagle dodged to the side and listened carefully for indication he had been seen. From the sounds the woman totally focused on having sex.
“How could I be so careless?” Eagle mumbled. “The team would demand a new team leader instantly if the press caught me as a peeping tom. Better stay clear of things like this until the inventors manage to finish the stealth module that I requested.”
* * *
Slowly Jennifer woke up. With a struggle she opened her eyes. She lay on a bed in a typical city apartment. Beside the bed a blond and red-haired woman kissed. They continued oblivious to Jennifer waking up, when one of them glanced towards the bed.
“Thank god, she is awake!” she exclaimed as she broke the kiss.
“Where am I?” Jennifer manage to mumble, as they stared at her with concerned faces.
“Don’t worry poor girl,” the red haired said. “You are safe here. When I found you I feared you would not make it.”
“Where is here?” Jennifer asked.
“It’s our flat in the same building where you collapsed,” the woman explained. “When I came home the police had just arrived and I heard them talking about how that bastard that rented a room in the cellar had been found dead half undressed in the cellar. Didn’t really think about it until I found you bloody and nude outside our door. Luckily I had time to pull you inside before the police started a general search of the house.”
“Were the police looking for me?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t know,” the woman responded. “Still I know how insensitive those bastards are. A few years back I was raped by some male pig. Cops would never understand that it is self defense no matter how much violence you must resort to when defending yourself.”
“You have my sincere thanks. My name is Jennifer,” she said.
“I am Laura,” the woman said and pointed at her girlfriend. “This is my girlfriend Lisa.”
“I’ll fetch you some food,” Lisa said and exited the room.
“Food is not what is needed, yet they really have the hots for each other. They had sex before they came inside here and hopefully they will go and continue somewhere close if they think we have eaten and are sleeping again,” The demon thought.
Jennifer ate and they then left her to sleep. If Jennifer focused she could sort of sense their general location. As they touched each other in a nearby room she felt a pleasant tingle of warmth flowing into her. Finally it ended and she understood they had fallen asleep.
Jennifer got up from the bed. She felt weak, but resting would not counter it so she might just as well be active.
She turned on the television with almost muted sound and flipped through the channels. She froze with dread when she reached a news feed.
“We still lack information as to why the murdered person, Aaron Daniels, would have a state of the art computer system in the basement suite of the apartment house. Investigators are very surprised that he could afford such an expensive system. Police officers have been unable to break through the strong encryption used. Fortunately they managed to extract some partial pictures from the RAM memory of the surveillance camera connected to the computer system. Surprisingly it reveals a nude woman that has a striking similarity to the mysterious nurse killer from Brooklyn Hospital Center from yesterday. Officially the police have no information about the identity of the woman, but speculation has started as to if we are dealing with a true serial killer.”
Jennifer bit her lip, she could not count on the two women continue to hide her when they heard about her connection to the event at the hospital.
She turned off the television and started to search the room for some clothes. It felt horrible to steal from the kind couple, but she could not leave nude.
Finally she located a drawer with worn clothes that seemed to have been discarded. It looked like they could fit, and she pulled the clothes out. To her surprise she also found bondage pictures and equipment hidden in the drawer. From the look of it the pictures had been touched a great deal while the equipment had never been used.
“I think somebody has a hidden bondage fetish,” Jennifer mumbled and put the items down.
She heard a faint slam behind her and whirled around. The blond woman named Lisa stood in the door with a suspicious frown on her face.
“What are you doing?” Lisa asked with a cold voice.
“Looking for something to wear,” Jennifer responded.
“Laura thinks you are just some poor girl that was raped, but that isn’t the whole truth, is it?” the blond woman asked.
“I suffer from a memory block so I am not even sure what the truth is myself,” Jennifer responded.
“How could you kill your rapist?” Lisa asked. “Laura has forgotten it now, but she was quite traumatized by her ordeal. Most women don’t even manage to scream when they are raped.”
“I am not really your average woman,” Jennifer replied. “In fact he really intended to kill me since I am mutant. The rape was something that just happened since he could get away it.”
“Mutant? Are you going to suddenly blast a hole in the wall?”
“No, my power is super healing. He misjudged my healing capacity so I could fight back and escape,” Jennifer responded. While Jennifer talked she tried to look the other woman in her eyes but found that the woman’s gaze drifted down to Jennifer’s nude body.
“She has the hots for us and we need more sexual energy. Make a deal with her,” the demon thought.
“What are you looking at?” Jennifer asked. The woman’s face turned crimson.
“Sorry,” Lisa mumbled and diverted her gaze.
“Have sex with her!” the demon prompted.
“She won’t want to have sex with me after finding me investigating their drawers,” Jennifer thought.
“Irritating, our closer joining prevents me from for forcing us to have sex. Please Jennifer reconsider, we really need more energy,” the demon thought.
Jennifer hesitated, what did she really have to lose? The situation could not really become more awkward. Caught nude while searching through their personal belongings, that alone merited that they throw her out even without them having any knowledge about the dead nurse in the hospital.
“I saw you staring at my body,” Jennifer said, her hand seductively moving over her skin towards her pussy. “What if I give you sex tonight in exchange for clothes?”
“Are you mad?” the woman asked, yet she did not look away as Jennifer pulled her lips apart to reveal her wet hole.
“No, I am horny and in desperate need of some clothes,” Jennifer replied.
“I do have a girlfriend in case you missed it,” Lisa mumbled. Trying to move away from Jennifer, but backing up towards the wall.
“A girlfriend that does not know what you hid in the drawer, right?” Jennifer breathed into her ear as she brushed her tits towards the woman’s tits.
“You opened that drawer too?” the woman asked, the color drained from her face.
“It makes me so hot to think about submitting to you,” Jennifer whispered. “What if I am your slave that without permission has been looking into your stuff. You would really have to sexually punish me, wouldn’t you?”
“What if Laura wakes up?” the woman asked, her hand drifting over Jennifer’s left nipple.
“Yes, just a single door will not keep the sound. It is impossible for the Mistress to punish stupid Jenn,” Jennifer said. She woman’s eyes shone as her hand closed over Jennifer’s hair.
“Trying to escape your punishment?” the woman asked and yanked Jennifer’s hair downwards.
“No, sorry. I just meant we must put more doors between us before you do it,” Jennifer said.
“Slave you forgot to call me Mistress,” Lisa whispered as she brutally pulled Jennifer to the drawer.
“Why am I feeling so great even while she hurts me?” Jennifer wondered.
“It fills her with sexual excitement to do this,” the demon responded.
The blond woman pulled the bondage equipment from the drawer and then directed Jennifer to the other side of the apartment and into a fairly large storage room. With all the doors closed she turned towards Jennifer with an evil smirk on here face.
“Slave, on your knees!” she ordered and Jennifer complied quickly. She looked up at Lisa trying to look as submissive as possible.
“You deserve to be punished for snooping around. Pleading won’t help you!” Lisa ordered.
“No, please mistress, I didn’t mean it. Don’t punish me, I am totally at your mercy,” Jennifer begged. The woman gave Jennifer a slap, not too hard but enough to make it sting some. Jennifer made herself stagger backwards.
“I am sorry mistress I will never do it again,” she pleaded.
Lisa searched through her bondage equipment until she found a pair of handcuffs. She gripped Jennifer’s hands and cuffed them together. She then tied a rope to the handcuffs and pulled Jennifer’s arms above her head.
“Don’t dare to move!” she ordered as the woman attached the rope to a hook in the ceiling.
Jennifer complied as Lisa playfully touched her tits. Her fingers traced circles around Jennifer’s nipples.
“You really would like Mistress to let you come, wouldn’t you?” the woman asked.
“Yes please, Mistress. I have learned my lesson, I don’t need to be punished anymore,” Jennifer said and pushed her tits into the woman’s hands.
“I said don’t move slave!” the woman barked. “I decide when your punishment is finished.”
She raised her hand and slapped Jennifer’s tits hard. Jennifer jerked backwards from the impact, adding a lot of acting to make the effect of the flap look good.
“Don’t move!” the woman spat and continued to hit the exposed breasts until Jennifer didn’t flinch. The skin had turned quite red from the abuse.
“That is better, you understand your place better now?” the woman asked.
“Yes Mistress, your slutty slave deserves to be punished more,” Jennifer replied.
“Do you prefer needles or candles?” the woman asked with a sweet voice as she affectionately hugged Jennifer to her.
Jennifer opened her mouth to answer, when suddenly the door to the room burst open. Laura rushed into the room and pulled the woman from Jennifer. Halfway through the motion she froze, staring at Jennifer’s bound nude body.
“No, burglar…” she stuttered and turned towards the other woman. “Lisa, what were you doing?” she asked perplexed.
“This might turn ugly,” Jennifer thought. She could probably get the rope loose with some work, but the handcuffs were worse. She didn’t recall seeing the keys when she looked through the bondage equipment so those must be located somewhere else in the apartment.
“Lisa, what are you doing?” Laura asked. Jennifer looked up as she heard the sound of duct tape. Somehow Lisa had managed to wrap Laura’s arms behind her back and tie them together with duct tape. Laura’s sleeping gown had no arms so her wrists were now securely tied together.
“Let me go or I’ll scream for help!” Laura warned.
Lisa didn’t reply, but just applied duct tape over Laura’s mouth. By now Laura had started to make a serious effort to resist. Not that it did much good. With her arms locked and Lisa not hesitating to use real force she soon ended up on the floor completely helpless. She could squirm around, but her arms and legs were held securely by the duct tape.
“You know what Laura, it is a shame it would turn out like this,” Lisa said as she absent minded ripped Laura’s nightgown apart. “I can’t make any excuses, I really could not resist the temptation when Jennifer offered herself to me. I know how you feel about staying faithful so I understand what will happen. Yet I can’t let this opportunity pass, I dreamed about this for too long. You are bound in front of me, totally at my mercy, just like I dreamed about when I first saw you in the shopping mall.”
The defenseless woman on the floor stared at her former lover with eyes wide with fear. By now all her skin was exposed except what was covered by duct tape. Slowly, very slowly Lisa let her hand trace a pattern over Laura’s body. When she reached Laura’s breasts she suddenly pinched Lisa’s nipple hard.
“Pay attention, Mistress knows your dirty secret,” Lisa said. “I heard you talking in your sleep. You may claim you don’t like to be penetrated, but that is just to get men to forget you. Guess what little slave, I have a strap-on that slave Jennifer will use on you.”
Laura shook her head frantically as Lisa fetched a strap-on from the pile of bondage equipment and put it around Jennifer’s hips. The back end of the strap-on had a fair-sized cock that meant any movement of the cock would be felt by Jennifer too, and the outer end could only be described as gigantic. Lisa relaxed the rope from the roof so that Jennifer could reach the same level as the bound Laura.
Lisa also fetched a candle and placed it beside them. Laura could not stop looking at the huge strap-on and missed the significance of the candle. She actually made some weak effects to squirm away when Lisa pushed her towards Jennifer.
Jennifer leaned on the rope so she could let the tip of the huge strapon brush against Laura’s exposed pussy. One glance at Lisa told her that she would be punished herself if she delayed the entry. She aimed the strap-on and slowly started to push into Laura’s defenseless body. As she slowly pressed inward Lisa traced sensual patterns over Laura’s trembling body.
“I can believe that I am doing this to somebody who is defenseless,” Jennifer thought.
“From the sexual pleasure we experience she does dig penetration very much,” the demon assured her.
Jennifer had established a steady rhythm with her thrusts, and Laura actually made movements to answer her thrusts.
“Remember beloved,” Lisa whispered. “You experience this because….I am your Mistress!”
Lisa tugged hard on Laura’s nipples as she made the last statement. Laura turned her gaze to Lisa. She froze in fear as she saw Lisa lift the candle.
“This is because you teased me every day we have been together,” Lisa told. “How I wanted to tie you up and punish you when you neglected your household work.”
Smiling with delight she tilted the candle above Laura’s exposed tits. Laura tried to scream as the hot drops hit her. She tried to squirm away, but the huge strap-on inside her kept her pretty much caught between Jennifer and Lisa.
Jennifer moaned highly as a glorious orgasm filled her body. Her whole being trembled, as she froze with the strap-on buried deep inside Laura.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lisa asked as removed the duct tape over Laura’s mouth.
“I actually did cum,” Laura mumbled.
“If you had been speaking to me I would have had to punish you now since you should address me as Mistress,” Lisa said. Laura stared back at Lisa as she remembered her situation.
“Lisa, let me free,” she begged. Lisa just laughed and gripped both nipples and twisted hard. Laura spasmed in pain, but could not get away.
“Slave Laura’s punishment is not over yet. Continue to drill her dirty hole until I say she has taken enough,” Lisa ordered.
Jennifer complied and begun trusting into Laura’s wet hole. Lisa pulled her nightgown off and turned towards Jennifer, she placed her dripping wet snatch over Laura’s face.
“Laura, as I am the Mistress I can punish you as much as I like,” Lisa acknowledged. “This view here is really lovely, I can reach your tits and the candle is so temptingly close. Prove to me how devoted a slave you are and perhaps I will forget about playing with the candle.”
Jennifer felt Laura squirm as Lisa let the candle drop over the defenseless woman. A content smile filled Lisa’s face as Laura started to lick.
“Wasn’t the orgasm I gave you glorious?” Lisa asked. “Never before have you cum so hard as when your Mistress let you have both pain and pleasure.”
Jennifer continued her thrusts, and from time to time Lisa would slap somewhere on the upper torso or let drops from the candle fall. At first Jennifer thought Laura had started to become tired, but then she realized that Laura’s effort to answer the trusts from the strap- on did never lessen.
Finally Jennifer closed her eyes as she felt yet another climax washed over her, and this time it was followed directly by yet another one. She opened her eyes to discover that Lisa had laid down besides Laura and hugged her nude body close.
“How incredibly much I love you my stupid little slave,” Lisa whispered as she gently rocked Laura.
“I love you Mistress,” Laura responded.
“Would you like to help me punish slave Jennifer?” Lisa asked.
Laura gave Jennifer’s nude body a long stare.
“Mistress, I would like that very much,” Laura responded.
Lisa started to peel off the duct tape that kept Laura immobile.
“Will she try to bolt when she become free?” Jennifer wondered.
“Not sure, keep playing along, you are doing great,” the demon responded.
Laura became free, but did not try to break away but instead sat up in front of Jennifer.
“Here use this broom,” Lisa suggested and handled Laura a broom.
“How?” Laura wondered.
“Imagine what I would do. Don’t hesitate about using too much force, your Mistress takes responsibility,” Lisa replied.
An evil grin played over Laura’s lips as she swung the broom with all her strength towards Jennifer’s ass. Jennifer didn’t need to add any acting to swing forward groaning in pain.
Twice more she swung forward before Lisa motioned her to stop. She moved the strap-on from Jennifer to herself and then moved behind Laura again.
“Doesn’t that broom handle to be of the perfect length to fill the dirty slave’s cunt?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, Mistress. I want you to touch me,” Laura moaned.
“Bend forward as you thrust into her and she will not be the only one that will be penetrated,” Lisa responded.
With moans of delight Laura obeyed. She pushed the broom handle into Jennifer’s wet folds. Only moments afterward Lisa pushed her strap on into Laura’s wet hole.
The thrusts into Jennifer’s wet hole were sporadic, but very hard. Every thrust into Laura’s made her moan deeply, she did really dig the intense drilling of her own hole. Jennifer just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. After a while the thrusting ended as Laura collapsed on the floor exhausted, but with a wide smile on her lips.
Lisa pulled free and approached Jennifer. The huge strap-on covered in slippery female juice.
“This is wonderful, Laura willingly submitting to me. I would never have dared to try if you had not come here,” Lisa said.
“Glad to be of service,” Jennifer responded.
Lisa answered with a slap towards Jennifer’s cheek that hit so hard that Jennifer lost her balance and hung in her arms.
“You better remember to call me Mistress,” Lisa spat. “Else your upcoming months here will be filled with much punishment.”
“Did she say upcoming months?” Jennifer wondered.
“The deal was for the night,” Jennifer said. This time there was no slap, but a straight kick into her belly.
“You are not getting it, do you?” Lisa screamed. “I will keep you as a slave, if you try to leave I will alert the police that you did kill that son-of-a- bitch in the basement. I would be crazy to let a slave with your healing ability go, imagine how much fun that power allows.”
“This is not fun anymore,” Jennifer thought.
“I agree, let’s leave this place,” the demon agreed. “I am leaving!” Jennifer spat and stood up.
“Not unless I tell you where the keys to the handcuffs are,” Lisa growled and aimed yet another kick. Jennifer was ready this time. She blocked the kick and Lisa stumbled back, gripping her lower leg where Jennifer had struck her.
Jennifer reached up and pulled the rope off the hook. Lisa had recovered some distance away and bent down to pick up the broom. Jennifer didn’t hesitate as she moved forward, whirling the rope so that it formed a loop that she applied around Lisa’s neck.
Lisa looked up as she realized what had happened and gripped after the rope, but was too slow. Jennifer had pulled the rope tight and moved in behind her. She struggled helplessly for a while until she lost consciousness. With relief Jennifer put her down on the floor. She didn’t want to kill the crazy woman.
Laura sat some distance away, her face filled with fear.
“She is alive, fetch me some clothes that fit and put them and money in a bag!” Jennifer ordered and Laura nodded. She hurried out of the room and Jennifer followed to start looking for handcuff keys. It looked as if Laura was following the instructions to the letter.
“Where could she have the keys, why didn’t she have them with her bondage equipment?” Jennifer wondered.
“Let’s test something,” the demon replied: “Test summoning the magic sword.”
“How can I cut the handcuffs; doesn’t the sword disappear if I don’t hold it with both hands?” Jennifer wondered.
She imagined that she gripped the sword hilt and felt a surge of power as the sword appeared. The flaming red energy appeared, but before it formed into a sword it lashed out and cut the handcuffs into pieces without hurting Jennifer’s skin. Surprised Jennifer dropped the sword and it disappeared.
“Apparently I can direct the power to cut anything that keeps us confined at the moment before the blade is formed,” the demon explained.
Laura had missed what happened and gave Jennifer a surprised stare when she saw her without handcuffs.
“I will leave now, will you also leave the apartment?” Jennifer asked as she started to pull on a dark t-shirt and a pair of very narrow trousers.
Laura stared back at her hesitating, turning her gaze towards the room were Lisa lay.
“Mistress did not say if I could leave, what should I do?” she finally mumbled.
“If you really want to stay as her slave I suggest that you comfort her and give her pleasure as she wakes up. She will be very angry at me when she wakes up, and you don’t want her to take it out on you,” Jennifer said.
Laura nodded as Jennifer tested the shoes Laura had found. The only pair that fit was a pair of slippers, Jennifer discarded the rest of the shoes.
“Will you be alright?” Laura asked.
“Yes I will, you two saved my life, the sex was really great. It is sad that Lisa would not let me go,” Jennifer said.
“I never knew sex could be so intense, I feel secure for the first time ever in my life,” Laura mumbled.
“Did she miss when Lisa started to hurt me really?” Jennifer wondered.
“Probably, but no use in telling her. Most likely the reaction came from us not being submissive, Laura is so submissive that she will be pretty safe,” the demon responded.
“Good by and good luck with serving your mistress,” Jennifer said and exited the apartment.
* * *
Jennifer arrived on the street. From what she could tell the police did not keep any surveillance on the building. She investigated the bag with the extra clothes and found 60 dollars.
“Not much, but it is a good start,” Jennifer mumbled as she walked down the street.
She really had no idea about what to do. The police surely monitored buses and trains leaving the town. Maybe they even investigated cars leaving the city.
Suddenly Jennifer felt a strange pulling in her body. It seemed to rip through her in waves and made her feel slightly nauseous and tired.
“What is it? Did we use the sword too much?” Jennifer wondered.
“Not at all. It feels like somebody is trying to summon a demon,” the demon responded.
“A demon like you?” Jennifer wondered.
“Probably not, most spell users would require consent from the master to summon one of his hunters. Yet this is dangerous, the only way we can possibly feel these magical ripples is if the summoning circle is flawed,” the demon thought.
“What will happen?” Jennifer wondered.
“If the spell user is lucky bestial demons will arrive and go on a killing spree until they are slain. If he is unlucky he will attract a demon of might that will make the spell user into his plaything,” the demon responded.
“Could this be how you arrived here?” Jennifer wondered.
“Maybe, a spell user’s with enough power to summon me against my master’s wishes would know how to ensure the summoning circle was perfect. Yet if my master was slain by the mysterious attacker I hunted in my memory fragment it could happen that an incompetent spell user could summon me,” the demon replied.
“Does this concern us at all?” Jennifer wondered.
“I can still not explain how I ended here in your flesh. I don’t think a spell caster that would know of our existence would make such a flawed summoning circle. Yet we must investigate what is happening, the summoning spell could bring something over that we are not ready to deal with unless we have lots of more energy than we have now,” the demon reasoned.
Jennifer started to run. In houses around her people lay sleeping in their beds. A smile crossed Jennifer’s face, it felt great to take action.
