Legends of Belariath

Sabina

The Big Wager Part 6

Dynotaku led Jenka down the hall towards the cafeteria. His playful tugs on her leash produced another gag muffled growl from his captive as the rounded the final corner. Jenka was nude, aside from the tall collar, bit gag and the heavy rubber bondage mittens that held her hands behind her back. The rings at the end of the mittens had been secured to the back of the collar with a short chain, forcing her well muscled arms into a rather uncomfortable hammer lock.

Jenka eyes instantly found their destination, it was rather obvious really. In the center to the room a table had been replaced with a gleaming black latex dais. Where in the hell did that thing come from, she wondered silently. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her towering captor. Obviously Dynotaku had been planning this entire thing for sometime now. She was not sure if that was flattering, or infuriating. The top of the dais had several built in leather cuffs, thick and strong they looked utterly inescapable. The top was a square about five feet on a side, and the padding appeared to be extremely deep and squishy.

"Here we go Jenka, the beginnings of my new art project. I call it, The Sensuality of Endless Pleasure." Dynotaku announced it almost as if he had just rediscovered a Van Gogh. Jenka smirked and growled something unflattering into the bit gag. "Now now Jenka, no one likes a critic. And besides, this is merely the beginning. The canvas where I will create a marvel for the senses!" He chuckled, pulling her along to the dais and pressing her down onto it, face up. Ankles spread wide, strapped in tightly. Another set of cuffs above the knee, helping to keep her powerful legs immobile, and spread very wide.

Once her legs were helpless Dynotaku released her mittened hands, permitting his prisoner a moment to stretch as he openly leered. "Jenka, my sweet, sweet slave, words simply fail me." Dynotaku gave a low wolf whistle and waggled his eyebrows. Jenka laughed in spite of herself. Even thought Dynotaku had cheated, bound, tortured and ravaged her and her entire crew, it was hard not to like him. Her eyes narrowed a little as she considered just how much more she would like him when he was nuzzling her boots.

A huge hand pushed has back into the padding. It was warm, and squished in a rather obscene fashion under pressure. Her arms were spread wide, strapped down at wrists and above the elbow. Dynotaku touched a hidden switch and Jenka was slowly spread a little tighter. Just enough to create a subtle, constant tension in her muscles.

As Dynotaku unbuckled the bit gag Jenka glowered at him, taking a slow breath and tensing against the restraints. "You bastard." She whispered. "You are so going to pay for this." Dynotaku grinned and slowly laid atop Jenka, his huge muscled form pressing hers even deeper into the padding.

"I doubt it Jenka. You know I am already very tempted to sell your ship and settle down on some nice moon with you." His hand gripped her hair, pulling back, exposing her collared throat. "Endless days and nights in my grasp. If you are a very good girl I might even let you have one day a week without being completely bound and helpless." Jenka groaned softly at the image of it, this wasn't supposed to excite her, but she could not help but respond to it.

Dynotaku claimed her mouth with a kiss as she arched, grinding against him in a very obvious attempt to fuck. Dynotaku grinning roguishly as Jenka responded so eagerly. "No no, you'll spoil my artwork." With a struggle against his own need to take this gorgeous slave he stood, knees visibly trembling. "And besides, poor little sabina had been waiting for hours for us to begin."

sabina squealed into her gag for perhaps the millionth time. The fingers had returned in the darkness. Heavy gloved hands from every side. The little school girl uniform had long since been destroyed by the crew, leaving her naked aside from her collar and armbinder. After what had seemed like days of being taken again and again had come this, the box.

The box was about three feet on each side, standing on four legs about four feet off the floor. First they had gagged her, a huge red ball gag stretching her poor little mouth to it's limits, until she had begun to drool uncontrollably. Then into the hatch at the side of the box. It was pitch black inside, and completely silent. It took only moments for the heat to begin to build, the air impossible warm and thick with the scent of her arousal. But the box had a purpose beyond simple confinement. Built into each side was a set of glove lined armholes. Perfect for someone to slip into and feel whatever was inside the box. And four someones were doing exactly that.

The hands pushed her back into the darkness, right into the grasp of hands across the box. Someone grabbed her nipple piercing, drawing a squeal of pain as they tugged sharply on it. Outside the box Zassa, Tanj, katie and the crew watched on a monitor. The night vision cameras inside showing every struggle and squeal of the victim inside.

Zassa was bent over a stool, next to Tanj. Both of them bound hand and foot to the legs, providing relief for the crew when they took a break from playing with the box. katie had been untied, and was allowed to join in on the fun, though she had to stand on a small step ladder to reach properly. Zassa moaned loudly, her eyes widening as she watched a pair of hands gripping sabina's face and throat, pinning her into the water filled latex bottom of the box. Another set of hands grabbed her breasts and began to grope very roughly as a third set found new ways to violate her with gloved fingers.

The gag muffled squeals of pain and fear spilled from the speaker under the monitor as the crewmen fucking Zassa pulled her head back by the hair and growled. "You're next slut." Zassa gasped in delight and moaned loudly, coming hard as he thrust deep inside.

Tanj watched wide eyed, wondering if they were all destined for a turn in that contraption. Her heart raced with dread and arousal at the thought of hours and hours helpless inside that darkness.

Lysette sat nearby, stroking Kehari's helpless, latex sheathed form. She watched the monitor, whispering into Kehari's one unplugged ear. "A nice toy pet, but we can make some improvements I think." She chuckled softly as Kehari gave a frantic gag muffled moan. Lysette's eye scanned over the screens on the bridge, and then went back to watching sabina's frantic struggle inside the box.

sabina squealed desperately, twisting against the hands. It was impossible to breath in here. The air was thick, sultry beyond the hottest jungle, the air smelled of sweat and sex. The squishy water bed like floor was becoming slick with her sweat and need, slipping maddeningly against her slick flesh. Eyes closing in the darkness as two wet, gloved fingers violated her pert ass again. Moaning into the gag and tensing, her thighs spreading wide apart in a frantic plea to those unseen captors and tormentors outside the box. Pleading for them to finally let her come.

Dynotaku worked the latex hood over Jenka's face. Her eyes and ears disappeared under the flawless gleaming surface moments before the wide ring gag was worked into her mouth. Huge hands caressed the gleaming surface over her head, petting Jenka possessively. He knew he would probably pay dearly in the end for this, but it had been worth it. With a smile he reached under the table and retrieved a jar, opening the top he spoke loudly enough for Jenka to hear.

"It took a lot of research and money to find this stuff Jenka. But I am quite sure you will like it, lick." He held a finger to her mouth, covered in a mint green paste of some kind Jenka's tongue reached out hesitantly at first, and then she began to lick his finger very eagerly, almost frantically. "Good girl. This stuff is completely irresistible to felines." He chuckled. "I am going to coat every inch of you in this."

Jenka tensed sharply, she simply could not stop licking his finger though. Even as the frantic urge to get more raced through her she had already begun to consider the implications of what he had said. As if sabina was not tireless enough when it came to licking and teasing her, now he wanted to add this stuff into the mix?

Dynotaku took his time, huge hands rubbing the cream deep into her sleek fur. Pressing fingers coated with the goop into her bottom and slit gently, coating her breasts in handfuls of the stuff. "I'm going to make sabina as absolutely frenzied as I can before we begin Jenka. I just wanted you to know that." He chuckled, standing and bringing out his last bit of torment for the helpless Mistress. A pair of latex bikini panties, secured over each hip with a strong zipper they appeared to be too small for even sabina, much less for Jenka. The latex was rather thick as well, perfect for preventing stimulation.

Jenka whimpered as the panties were forced into place, worked under the curve of her ass and then pulled over each hip and zipped closed. The thick latex bit down, pressing in, spreading her labia slightly under their cruel embrace. Her nose flared, inhaling the scent of the paste, making her mouth water with the need for more of it. By the time Dynotaku had left the room Jenka was already panting frantically in arousal, her powerful hips arching to try and get any stimulation, to rub against something, anything. The only rewards for her efforts was a slight tightening of the already unbearable grasp of the latex.

By the time Dynotaku fished sabina out of the box she was as slippery as an eel. Coated in sweat and the slick honey of arousal she squirmed back out into the light. Mewing loudly into the gag she frantically tried to lunge at the massive figure standing over her, ears perked forward as he chuckled. "Very nice work gents. I think she will do nicely. Give me a few minutes and join me downstairs for the unveiling."

Instantly the crew set upon katie, forcing her arms into a tight single glove and stuffing her squirming form into the box. katie squealed, struggling frantically. "You said Zassa was next! You said Zassa was next!" After pressing her into the box the four glanced at each other.

"She's right we did say that..." katie squeaked as the bound vixen was stuffed into the box along side her, pressing them together tightly in the hot darkness.

"Nice one katie." Zassa giggled as the door snapped shut.

Dynotaku finished lacing the punishment hood and ring gag over sabina's face. He chuckled as he fought to hold the slick, squirming little figure still. Desperately sabina arched against his hands, fighting to grind against his thick fingers, breasts brushing against his fur drawing loud moans of need and frustration. By the time he was through coating her glistening skin in with a different jar of paste she was sobbing through the gag loudly.

His hands felt so good, so wonderfully awful as the paste went on. Unlike Jenka he focused mostly on the sensitive places, carefully working the red paste in until his fingers begin to burn. Made from various spices the paste began to gently tickle and burn almost instantly. Sweat and body heat made the effect slowly worse until the effects wore off. Breasts, inner thighs, along the cleft of her round little ass, teasingly spread around her little slit and then dabbed generously on her pierced clit. Dynotaku had been very careful not to let her come while the stuff was applied. The final touch was a pair of panties just like the ones Jenka wore. The latex pinched and helped the nasty goop to be spread around as she struggled uselessly.

Soft latex bondage mittens slipped over her feet, locked around her ankles. Dynotaku worked smoothly, folding her legs back left, then right, and locking the toes of the slippers to the ring at her elbows. sabina whimpered loudly, forced back into a strict hogtie, trembling and trying to fight the bondage as Dynotaku added a couple more touches. A strap around her narrow waist and over her forearms pulled her gloved arms tight against her back, making the hogtie far more restrictive and uncomfortable.

With a nod he placed sabina on Jenka, balancing her precariously astride her Mistress's narrow waist on her knees. A moment later he was ready for the final step. "Alright ladies, you are free to play under here for as long as you like." He grinned, as though they had any choice in the duration of this. "But when you feel the covering tighten, take a deep breath, because for 30 seconds it will seal like a vacuum bed. This will happen intermittently, but you will always have plenty of time to catch your breath afterwards."

What he didn't add was that a computer would be monitoring them, if either was truly in danger from the periods of suction the system would automatically break the seal and flood the bed with air.

With a smirk he pushed sabina face down onto Jenka and drew the latex top into place. The gleaming white latex stretched over the helpless forms beneath, but there was plenty of room for sabina's helpless form to move, and squirm around.

As the crew filed off the bridge to see Dynotaku's latest bit of fun, leading Tanj by a leash hooked to her nipple rings, Lysette strapped Kehari's mummified form to the command chair. "Just squeal if you see something that needs my attention pet." The cyborg stepped close to the box with a grin. "Let's see what we can do with this."

The moment sabina's lips brushed Jenka's fur she began to lick. The ring gag forced her mouth to stay wide open as her sweaty little form squirmed frantically against her Mistress. The tight latex quickly produced an airless, humid prison for the two of them. Jenka's nose flared, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her pet's arousal and frustration. Slowly the paste smeared into her fur rubbed off onto sabina's flesh, and the burning, itching goop was spread onto Jenka by the frantically struggling little slave.

Jenka's thick tongue lashed out, caressing over sabina's latex covered little cunt and inner thigh. She tensed and growled softly, purring at the mixed taste of the green paste, the red and her pet's taste all melting into her senses. sabina's frantic licking, caressed across Jenka's flat, hard stomach. Smooth skin and toned abs rubbed against Jenka's heavy, large breasts, teasing her nipples mercilessly. When the latex finally tightened down it revealed them in a tortured 69 position, licking and nuzzling at the panties in a frantic attempt to get underneath.

Dynotaku and the crew began to cheer as the latex tightened. Tanj was on her knees, another cock deep in her mouth as they all watched the show. The forms shifted the moment the latex released it's grasp. sabina twisted around, sliding against the jaguaress's helpless form. Soft lips and tongue that tirelessly devoured the past, smooth skin and sweat slick fur teasing each other.

Jenka moaned as sabina began frantically suckling on her left nipple, trying to devour the paste. Streaks of that maddening burning sensation painted all over her body by the struggling little slut on top of her. sabina's soft mouth engulfed the nipple, suckling almost frantically, with a nearly painful intensity on her helpless Mistress. Gasping in ragged breaths, grinding against Jenka's hard flat stomach in frustration and a futile attempt to come. Dynotaku grinned and glanced up at the security camera, he hoped the recording was getting all of this.

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