Legends of Belariath
Sabina
The Big Wager Part 2
Lysette smiled, it had been two hours ago now that Dynotaku had won control of the ship, and things were going quite nicely by her account. She had the vixens, Zassa and Kehari, strung up in the center of the bridge. Suspended in taut spread eagles, torso's pressed tightly together, wrapped in wide latex strips with the edges melted together. Their arms and legs pulled back and out, increasing the strain of the position dramatically.
Her victims struggled to breath as the latex wrapping crushed them together, their eyes widening with fear and anticipation as Lysette showed them her next invention. Darkness descended as she encased their heads in a tight latex sheath, pulling them in so close together. "Now, I could use an extra set of hands up here..." She mused, Tanj and katie were busy, and Dynotaku had left instructions that he, Jenka and sabina were not to be disturbed. Obviously Zassa and Kehari were in no position to help out, that left the boys.
The intercom in the cargo bay crackled to life, and for a moment Tanj trembled in hope. Maybe this would provide some kind of break for them. Tanj was kneeling on the hard floor, her ankles and knees bound wide apart to cargo holding rings embedded in the bay floor. Arms folded behind her back, bound tight with plastic cargo ties. The human had so expertly fastened the tough plastic ties in place, and so quickly, Tanj had wondered if his previous job had been in the slave market. katie stood in front of her, facing away, the petite cheetahmorph's pert ass pressed back against Tanj's muzzle. More expertly applied cargo ties around Tanj's throat and ears, over katie's slender hips and supple thighs, kept her there immovably.
Two hours was along time to lick pussy, in particular when well hung crew members were taking turns using her pussy and ass for their amusement. Those not busy fucking Tanj spent their time abusing katie's breasts, or hanging different weights from Tanj's nipple rings. Occasionally someone would pull katie's head down, forcing her to suck their cock amidst her moans of pleasure. With her arms bound precisely the same way Tanj's had been, there was not much katie could do about it.
Charlie watched uneasily from the side, part of him ached to join in the fun but he was unable to bring himself too. Maybe he was just being shy, using the females in front of the others, and they were slaves after all. He tried very hard not to let the sizable bulge in his pants give away how watching this had excited him. It was a relief with the intercom signaled, the perfect excuse to look away.
"I need a set of hands on the bridge, asap." Lysette's voice rang from the intercom. Without pause Charlie spoke up. "I got it." Grateful for an excuse to leave the bay, curious as to what the cyborg hyena morph could need help with.
katie's ragged scream of orgasm followed Charlie into the hall as he slipped from the bay and made his way to the bridge. His ears perked as he paused outside Jenka's quarters. That sure sounded like Jenka's voice, the muffled sob carried a deep undercurrent of arousal and perhaps just a little fear in it. Charlie stopped, his curiosity burning as he leaned against the door, not daring to breath as he heard Dynotaku's deep voice. "Jenka, I don't think you are really trying my little slave. Do I need to put sabina back inside there with you?"
The frantic moaned reply seemed to say no, but it was hard to tell. Charlie forced himself from the door and continued onwards to the bridge. It's none of my business, he whispered to himself, and besides Dynotaku isn't really hurting anyone.
Inside Jenka's quarters she frantically wondered just how long it had been, how long had this torment been going on now. She tried to put together events, to form some kind of guess. They had left port, with her serving as Dynotaku's chair. That had been comfortable. Feeling his sleek fur against her nipples had been irritating, and maybe just a little bit arousing. She firmly stomped on that notion, no, it had been sabina's frustrated moans that had excited hers. It had not been the feel of that muscled, massive form, pressing down on her body, with that very masculine scent filling her senses.
She tensed inside the cage again, how the hell was she supposed to get out of this again? Dynotaku had released her from the chair frame and carried her and sabina down here, to her own quarters. Nice touch that, Jenka growled around the bit gag and gave Dynotaku full marks for playing mind games. Bound, teased, tormented and ravaged in her own quarters.
Shortly after arriving he had gone to work with this small cage, and a huge coil of synthetic rope. Jenka had to admit the results were impressive. An intricate web of gleaming white rope, binding her arms to the top of the cage, knees and ankles to the bottom. The rope wrapped around her thighs, pulling them wide apart, around her tail, pinning it to the top of the cage between her arms. The same strands of rope that outlined, and then bisected her large breasts, making them ache softly with every breath. That same rope that spread her sex, exposing the interior, those two passes of cord digging in tightly. Finally it had wrapped around her bit gagged muzzle and been tied in a giant bow, right in front of her eyes.
One bow, that was it, all she had to do was reach that one bow and she would be loose. She figured it had been over an hour at least she had been searching for a weakness in the bondage, a way to win this challenge. Her reward, a full night to rest and recover, it was looking like Dynotaku would win again though. Another hour to go, but Jenka knew it was useless. As if the bondage itself was not enough, Dynotaku had other distractions slowing her down.
Dynotaku was sitting on the edge of her bed, his muscled frame reclining on a pile of pillows. One huge hand caressing over sabina's ears as the slave suckled on his thick cock. Jenka watched, her eyes still glassy from the girls last visit in the cage. Every so often, Dynotaku would force sabina's bound little body into the cage, compressing her in against Jenka with orders to make the captive come as many times as possible. As if sabina needed the encouragement, Jenka thought to herself. The little slut had long had a taste for her pleasure, licking Jenka for literally hours when allowed to. And now there was no way to stop her.
sabina moaned softly around Dynotaku, eyes closed, face flushed. The pert little curve of her ass rounded back, squirming in arousal as she felt her Mistress's eyes upon them both. Suckling a little harder brought what she had been hoping for, huge hands pulled her away and lifted her like a toy. sabina moaned loudly in anticipation, slim hips grinding helplessly as she was turned to face Jenka. Eyes locked on her Mistress's as Dynotaku slid into her from behind. As much as she struggled to hold her Mistress's eyes, she could not help but arch back and close hers at last.
Dynotaku was almost too big, almost but not quite for the tiny, well versed, little slave girl. Inch after painfully thick inch slid inside her. Smooth soft flesh gleaming with sweat a Dynotaku began to fuck her for the third time as Jenka was forced to watch and listen. The muscled captive tensed against the ropes, but unlike natural ropes there was no stretch in these, no give to take advantage of.
Dynotaku's thighs tensed as he laid back on the pillows, moaning loudly and arching his hips, thrusting into sabina. she sobbed, clenched around the huge cock, breasts thrust harshly forward over the tight latex corset. Bucking frantically as the fucking become more intense. Jenka's ears rang with the sounds of the fucking, her eyes dilated, breathing ragged and very fast. Dynotaku was working the kitten over with an expert touch, sliding a thick finger into her ass and ordering her to come.
Jenka watched as sabina bucked and squealed, obviously in the throes of a massive orgasm. With a hoarse growl Dynotaku came as well. Gasping and panting softly. "Whoa, I can see why you enjoy her Jenka." He chuckled softly. "Very, energetic." He sat up, pulling the little slave off his cock, forcing her to stand facing Jenka and the cage. Using his thick fingers he swabbed up the glistening honey of sabina's pleasure and his own sticky come. Smiling flirtatiously at Jenka as he made her lick his fingers clean.
sabina purred loudly, her pierced nipples so very stiff, aching softly with every heartbeat. her wide soft tongue eagerly licking Dynotaku's hand clean as he grinned at Jenka. "I wonder how long before you are such an eager slave hmm?" Jenka bit down on her gag again and moaned softly.
Dynotaku stretched, popping his neck softly. "Ladies, I would love to fuck you both again, but man cannot live by pussy alone. Trust me on that, I will return. Any requests from the kitchen?" His grin was as playful as it was taunting, looking down into the cramped cage. sabina had been roped to Jenka with another coil of the same rope. Soft lips and eager tongue pressed against Jenka's sex, as the tight ropes that joined them teased both her and sabina's bound breasts mercilessly. Every breath, every squirm pulled and tugged the ropes. Jenka's eyes were closed, her fur matted with sweat, sabina had been licking her for over a half hour without stopping now. Her slit clenched around the girl's thick tongue as she came again with a gag muffled sob of pleasure.
Nodding Dynotaku draped a thick black cloth over the cage, blocking out all light before slipping out of the room to get some lunch.
Charlie was stunned when he entered the bridge, Lysette was standing next to, a mass of squirming latex with familiar arms and legs sticking out the ends. "You called for some help?" He asked, an eyebrow raised in puzzlement.
"Yes I did." Lysette smiled. "Fuck the red one, hard." She grinned, reclining at a chair near the pilot console. "Then the black one, keep alternating one, then the other as long as you can."
Charlie approached the squirming helpless pair, his hand tentatively reaching out to touch Zassa's round bottom. A refusal was burning in his throat as he heard the vixen's aroused moan. His fingers wandered, finding her sex, brushing against the soaked, parted petals. That was all the confirmation he needed, in moments he was buried inside the vixen, thrusting into her hard and fast. Lysette closed her eyes, reclining further in her chair, hands wandering over her body slowly. The devices clipped to the vixens ears were working flawlessly, she felt everything they felt.
Lysette gasped in frustration as Charlie pulled away, leaving Zassa writhing in need. Moaning loudly in pleasure as Charlie thrust deep into Kehari without warning. Her eyes opened slowly as Zassa's ache and Kehari's pleasure melted together in her senses, she hoped Charlie had a lot of stamina, because she was quite certain this was going to take awhile.