Lila’s Haunted Asylum Misadventure – Part 9 – Devotion

“Are you finished?  Do I have to tell you again about how you’re never coming while you’re wearing the sacred raiment?”

Lila lay spread wide atop the stairs, staring up at the vaulted ceiling and panting through her nose as she felt the oven-like nature of the full-body latex covering most keenly.  She was no less horny than she’d been when she had started trying to find a way to get off, but all she’d managed to do is keep the various ‘holy’ devices engaged enough to maintain her very teased and on the edge state.  She had no idea how long she’d been at it, but it did seem to have been a good long while.  “Okay…you win…just give me a minute to catch my breath.  Or try to, in this damn corset of yours.”

“Your corset now, kitten,” Sella replied, her lips curving into a grin.  “You wear it so well, you know.  I think you’d make a fine addition to the clergy if you’d but embrace the Lady’s ways.”

Groaning in response, Lila rolled her eyes toward where Sella stood.  With her breathing limited by the pair of corsets and the heat her body had built up from her exertions, misery would be putting her current situation mildly.  She’d worn latex before, sure, but she’d never had her ears and tail so covered; the sensation was strange, constricting like everything else of course, but an entirely new level of stifling.  “You seriously wore this stuff for thirty years? And you never came? Not even once?”

“I never said that; I said you’re never coming again while you’re so adorned.  I said the Tenebrous Lady had strict tenets on her disciples’ pleasures.  I never once said I never came during my living years under the raiment.  I came many, many times, my dear, and…” Sella moaned, running her hands over her strictly-enforced curves, looking hungrily at Lila, “…I’m sure I’ll come again, someday.  For now, I must content myself with savoring your suffering, for it is so very delightful!”

Lila grumbled muffled curses around the thick gag filling her mouth while Sella laughed, a high-pitched, smug sound that put her in mind of nobility.  Finally managing to sit up after some struggle, Lila set her toes on the floor and made sure she wasn’t stuck on the latex robe she wore, and got stiffly to her feet.  Immediately her head swirled and she had to take a moment to catch her breath again as she struggled to keep her balance.  Damn that corset!

“Having problems, dear?”

Lila managed a low growl, her tail thrashing behind her as she glared at Sella, after managing to stay upright, that is.  “No, I’m just fine!  Now how the hell do I get to my friends so we can get this over with?”  Lila hoped that her stiff, upright pose portrayed more of a commanding presence of a leader rather than a sex slave in painful bondage gear trying to be intimidating, but she wasn’t so sure that was the case.

Still looking quite pleased with herself, and not at all cowed at Lila’s attempts at control of the situation, Sella crossed the distance toward Lila much more gracefully than a human should have given what she wore, but again, Lila wasn’t certain of the physics of ghosts stuck in divine bondage gear.  Sella vanished, but Lila was still fully aware of her presence, almost as if they stood side by side.  “Cross my chamber and head up the steps; there’s a particular spot on the wall that opens up into a tunnel that leads to the basement of the hospital, right to the doctor’s domain, as it were.”

More than ready to move, Lila took her first steps toward the sarcophagus and was almost immediately stalled by an intense buzzing between her legs that made her come to a stop.  She grabbed at the dark stone of Sella’s tomb, holding to the corner as she squeezed her legs together, letting out a shuddering breath.  Her nipple rings started humming a moment later, making her shiver all over.

“Show a little self control, won’t you?  At this rate, we’ll be here until next year, and I don’t think you’ll last that long.”

“Fwwk yww!” Lila spat around the large phallic shape that stuffed her mouth, head feeling light again as she struggled to breathe and deal with the intense stimulation again.  The fire between her legs hadn’t abated in the least, and once again the cruel devices inside her fanned the flames, but refused to allow the explosion she desperately wanted. 

“Whatever…not my friends who are suffering the Lady only knows what kind of terrible treatments at the hands of Doctor Villegast.  I’m sure they’ll endure his attention like champs, though.  Why, they might even last a whole day if I know his methods.  And I do know his methods, by the way.”

Biting at the thick filling between her teeth, Lila used the dark stone to keep herself upright and put one foot ahead of the other, balancing on the spike of a heel and took a step, then another, the vibrations between her legs seeming to spread throughout her body.  She managed another step, blinked away sweat, and continued for another few feet before she reached the end of the sarcophagus.  Taking as deep a breath as she could manage, Lila pushed off her support, and stepped lightly across the stone, her heels clicking in rapid succession as she half walked, half fell toward the opposite side.  

Mercifully, as she reached the steps, all vibrations ceased, leaving her pussy dripping and clenching at the plugs, but it was enough for her to focus on the steps.  One at a time, she ascended the worked stone, and once at the top, another two dozen tiny steps had her at the far wall, which she leaned against and panted.

“That was almost impressive, kitten.  I dare say in another decade or so you’ll have it down to an art.”

“Fuck that!  As soon as we’re done here you’re hopping off this body and going back into your crazy bondage gear for the ride back to your sisters on Sentinel.”

Sella let out that annoying, haughty laugh again.  “How amusing.  Now, take another eight steps or so to your right; a treasure hunter like you should be able to spot the mechanism to control the door.”

Grumbling incoherently around the gag, Lila nonetheless followed Sella’s instructions and managed to reach the area described.  The wall was mostly nondescript, the same kind of stonework that filled the rest of the chamber.  Clutching at her sides for what little relief it would offer, Lila stood back and scanned the wall.  There were the seams between the stones, this particular column only about half the size of the other stones, so that would have to be where the door was hiding… Her eyes scanned along the seams, and noticed a pair of faint depressions to either side of the column.  She probled them with her hands, which settled into the depressions easily, as they were basically handprints in the stonework.  

After pressing and twisting her hands left and right got no results, Lila eased back and took another look.  There was something she was missing.

“Do you want me to spoil it for you?  You’re close, I’ll give you that.”

“I’ve got this!” Lila replied, her own pride not daring to let Sella tell her how to open up a simple door. Setting her jaw against the penis gag, wiggling her nose against the ever-present tug of the nose hook, Lila took another look at the door.  She didn’t see any other triggers to either side or on the door itself.  Anything higher would be awkward to reach with any part of the body… Her eyes turned downward toward the floor, and she was almost immediately rewarded with a faint buzzing on her nipples that lasted only a couple seconds.  Set into the large stone beneath her were four depressions, set a short distance apart, a larger one closer to the door from the smaller, round ones.  But the position of them…  “You’ve got to be kidding me!  You actually open doors like this?”

“Only this one and the one at the other end of the passage,” Sella said, her tone telling Lila she wore a smirk.  “I’d give you a cookie, but…”

“Yeah yeah.”  Lila waved her hand dismissively as she adjusted her feet toward the depressions.  The short chain between her thigh cuffs went taut as her ballet heels slipped into place, and she shifted her body toward the door to reach the spots for her hands.  In this position, her ass was stuck out provocatively behind her.

As she pressed against the stone, she felt a faint rumble within, and a series of clicks.  Then the passageway in front of her swung open, and faint lights flickered on within the tunnel.  “Yes!”  A sudden smack sounded behind her, and her right ass cheek felt the unmistakable sensation of having just been slapped by an open hand.  “Ow!  What was that for?!” she snapped, whipping around awkwardly just as Sella faded from view.

“It’s a reward for good behavior of course.  You handled that splendidly!  Now you’d better hurry before the door swings shut; wouldn’t want to have to repeat this too many times, hmm?”

Lila blinked, then turned back to the passageway and hurried inside, rubbing her ass.  Sella was probably serious about that being meant as a reward, but Lila had the distinct impression Sella had taken some personal enjoyment out of slapping her on the ass.  She had barely slipped by the door when it swung shut, relocking as it settled back into place.  

Before Lila stretched a dim passageway, about six feet wide, though her feline vision provided plenty of clarity in the darkness. About thirty feet ahead was a set of stairs leading up to a landing, followed by another set of stairs that curved into the darkness.  The ring in her clit and her anal plug hummed lightly, growing deeper, then easing off before intensifying again.  “Couldn’t you do anything simple?  Why couldn’t you just make a straight passage?  All those stairs in these heels would kill someone!”

“Geography of the underground, of course.  There are caverns beneath us, most of them flooded; had to take the most direct path we could manage.  Now get going; if you keep moving at a steady pace it should only take about ten minutes to research the asylum’s basement.  Come on, quickly now.”

Lila stepped forward.  “You weren’t told ‘no’ a lot when you were alive, were you?”  She had barely gone three steps when her clit ring and the pussy plug buzzed angrily, and both suddenly felt very hot.  She stumbled to a stop, planting her hip against the wall as she grabbed at the chastity belt.  A started moan came from her as the heat intensified, though in her current state, she had a hard time distinguishing the sensation from pleasure.  

“Oh, yes, that’ll happen,” Sella replied, sighing with her own apparent arousal.  “I suppose I should have mentioned it; you can expect heat, cold, and electricity from all of the devices, maybe even all three at once.  But don’t worry, it’s just a sign that the goddess is smiling upon you.”

“Seems like a very good reason to worry if you ask me,” Lila replied, moaning more intensely as the heat increased to a painful searing sensation for just a moment before it faded away, leaving her literally hotter than she had been moments ago.  “Ten minutes you said?”

“Probably closer to half an hour at the rate you’re going…if we’re lucky.  You aren’t exactly the most well composed person to have worn my raiment, after all.  Don’t kerryns have any form of self control when it comes to sexual stimulation?  You seem to have very little.  Don’t tell me…that book was telling the truth!”

“No!” Lila snapped in response, hurrying toward the steps while nothing was teasing the hell out of her.  She knew all too well what book Sella was talking about.  “That book was written thousands of years ago by a wizard who didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.  It’s a bad piece of propaganda from the old days when kerryns were being enslaved left and right to make them seem like nothing but sex-starved animals.  Hence the name.”  Lila still found herself both angry and amazed that the tome was still haunting the kerryns to this day.  Despite her love of historical relics, if she could, she’d take every copy of ‘The Kerryn Animal’ and burn them to cinders. 

Sella chuckled.  “Oh, I liked that response.  Once we’re finished here I’ll have to find a copy and read it again; I thought it was quite entertaining.”

“You would…” Lila said, starting up the steps.  The chain at her thighs was just barely long enough to allow her to climb the steps at all, requiring her to extend it to its very limits, the cuffs biting into her legs just to get her heels up to the next step.  As she reached the landing and got a look at the stairs curving upward in front of her, another wave of pleasures (or torments) came from the plugs buried within her, immediately making her knees go weak.  The rings in her nipples started up as well, and one hand went ineffectually to her mithril-encased chest, while the other went between her legs to probe ineffectually at the silvery shield that kept her pussy locked away.  “Fuuuuuuck!” she groaned.

“Not really doing anything to change my opinion about that book…”

“Hush, you!” Lila snapped, staggering forward a couple steps to the base of the next set of stairs.  Again taking several long breaths through her nose, she tried to focus on just walking.  Though she had been done with the outfit she found herself trapped inside basically from the start, Lila was quickly finding Sella’s mouth just as tiresome.  “Don’t ask me how I’m going to do it, but when this is over, I’ll find a way to give you just as much hell as you give me.  You can count on that!”

“You promise?  I do love a good torture session.”

As the vibrations reduced themselves to a more manageable low thrum, Lila started up the next set of stairs, making slow but steady progress.  “Nothing but soft pillows and overwhelming comfort for you, painfreak!  It’ll be like floating in a marshmallow!”  

“Oh, so scary!” Sella replied, chuckling.  “I am enjoying your company so very much, kitten!”

Lila continued up the steps, doing her best to ignore Sella, which was only slightly easier than ignoring the random activations of the enchanted sex toys.  As the minutes passed, she managed to reach the top of them, coming to another short, flat landing, which led to another set of steps that led down.  Lila dripped noticeably as she paused to catch her breath, her ears picking up the faint sound of drops of sweat mixed with her sexual juices as they fell to the stone floor between her legs.  

Halfway down the next set of steps she was forced to grab the wall to keep herself from falling, crying out in muffled pain as the nipple rings and clit ring suddenly turned ice cold, but sped up to a high-pitched whine.  Squirming, she stood helpless until the sensations abated, then slipped down the stairs taking a few minutes to recover once she was on more stable ground.  All the while Sella wouldn’t shut up about how little control Lila had. 

Thankfully, the next stretch of tunnel had no stairs, only zigzagged back and forth around some more dense areas of stone with a slight incline to the pathway.  Lila’s trek through it was anything but easy, though, as the tormentors locked to and inside her body were more than willing to provide all the challenge she could have hoped for, more than she could have hoped for, in fact.  Several times she found herself having to lean on the walls to catch her breath and keep herself upright on her precariously pointed feet.  The devices even went through a full array of their torturous abilities, first heating up again, then surprising her with a series of powerful shocks to her most sensitive spots.  Each time she squealed, the sound echoing down the tunnel in both directions, and each time she felt the dripping between her legs.

In fact, as she neared her destination, Lila realized she smelled more of her own aroused state than she was the latex that encased her.

After what felt like an eternity in the dimly lit tunnel, Lila topped one last, and mercifully short, set of stairs, coming up to a hall that went from natural stone to concrete and tile, and saw the same kind of depressions set to either side and into the floor as were at the door in Sella’s tomb.  “Oh, praise the gods!”

“One goddess in particular, hmm?  Shouldn’t you show some respect for Yurisaya’s guidance?”

“Guidance?!  Is that what you call that?  What a load of crap!  Let me tell you where Yurisaya can- AHHHH!”  

A loud crackle filled the air as electricity surged through the plugs and rings, actually sparking through the mithril of the chastity belt and bra.  Lila’s body seized up from the powerful electrical outburst, and she found herself unable to control herself as she toppled forward.  She regained enough to control as the sudden jolt just as quickly subsided to land awkwardly on her arms.  She groaned loudly as her body regained control, and curled into as much of a fetal position as she could manage with the strict corsetry in place upon her.  Her limbs continued to twitch.  “Owwww…”

“Respect, kitten.  The Lady is not to be taken lightly when one is in her firm grasp,” Sella said, her tone entirely that of a teacher scolding a student.  “Surely you didn’t forget that you wear a very sacred set of relics with her blessing?”

“I uh…might have…a little…” Lila managed after a few moments of recovery, sucking in small amounts of air rapidly through her nose.  She already felt the aches from the fall to the hard stone, and her head swam, but the shock of the punishing outburst had already started to fade.  “I…I’m sorry, okay?  Yurisaya?  I’m sorry about that, alright?  I didn’t think…just a little frustrated…”

“Yurisaya cares not for excuses, though I would say she’ll accept your apology for now.  Expect a penance to be required later.”

“Great…wonderful!  I’ll look forward to it,” Lila replied, trying very hard to keep a smart-ass tone out of her voice.  She’d never been particularly observant of religion in a long, long time, and probably had stepped on a few divine toes over the years with her archeological exploits, but being bound to the spirit of a devout follower of Yurisaya meant she’d definitely need to watch herself much more closely. 

Getting the sense that Sella was looking down on her with that smug grin of hers, Lila finally started to pick herself up.  The rings had returned to a non-elemental vibration, while the plugs had ceased their movements.  First she got to her knees, then used the wall for support, feeling rather more tender now that she had suffered such a violent shock.  Though unsteady at first, she managed to regain her footing, and started toward the hidden door.  “So um…what can I expect beyond this door?”

“Horrors beyond imagining that will leave you a whimpering shell, begging for mercy from a wrathful being that will hear naught of mercy,” Sella said, her voice growing steadily darker, more ominous.  “Oh, wait, no, that’s what you could expect if you had continued to be disrespectful to Yurisaya.  Always confusing that with something else…”

“Sella…if you weren’t already dead…I’d probably slap you.  But then, you’d enjoy it, so that would just waste my time.  Seriously, what’s behind this door?”

“You’ll come out beneath the eastwing stairs that connect the various floors, just outside Dr. Villegast’s ward.  It used to be our…special treatments area for those unique kinds of patients.”

“Paying customers, then?  Or prospective clergy?”

“Ahem…beyond that is the central hub, which leads to the various sub-wards and patient rooms.  I’d guess that your friends are being kept in the cells, unless they’re currently in one of the treatment rooms.  Either way, I can sense multiple spirits roaming ahead of us.  They have grown stronger since your arrival, and more so since last I checked.”

“Hmmm…okay…so, I imagine they’re hostile?  Does this fancy getup come with any kind of cloaking tech?”

“Afraid not, my dear.  Though you may not need such a thing,”  Sella said, and Lila got the sense that she may have been grinning.  “I am known to the staff of course, and you and I are very much together in this.  They have never accosted me because they don’t perceive me as a threat; I’m just as trapped by this place as they are, after all.  It’s entirely possible they’ll ignore us.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t bank on that…more likely they’ll snatch us and take us to the doctor for special treatment.”

“Well yes, of course that’s certainly possible.  Might even be fun.”  Sella laughed while Lila frowned around the gag.  “I jest, my dear.  I know you wouldn’t enjoy that kind of thing.  I suggest you move cautiously and I will try to keep my senses alert to where the staff are lurking.  Do be wary of the metal you wear scraping against anything while we’re skulking about; spirits may be able to sense you in other ways, but they are human spirits, so noise will alert them just as easily.  The area beyond the door is clear of any lingering staff, so you may proceed. ”

Lila eased up to the wall and positioned herself so that her ass was once again presented, and the hidden door clicked, thankfully much quieter than the one in Sella’s tomb, and only moved a couple of inches.  The door was a lot thinner, so Lila was able to grasp it and pull it open a bit further, leaning to the side so that she could look beyond.  The area beyond was dim, but she could see the stairwell rising to her right, and a door standing partially open straight ahead.  Her latex-covered ears twitched as she picked up the faint sound of screams, but they were far too distant to make any attempt at identification. 

Easing herself out of the tunnel, Lila swung the secret door shut again before approaching the one in front of her.  Sure enough, beyond was a short hallway that led to what looked to be a larger well lit room, with at least a couple other hallways connected to it.  She blinked her eyes; something about the walls and the overhead light seemed off, like they weren’t entirely solid.  “That…doesn’t look right…”

“Ohhhh, how interesting!  It seems that you’re seeing things my way at last.”  Lila didn’t miss the fact that Sella paused in her explanation long enough to give her the impression of a smirk.  “What you’re witnessing is how I sense the ethereal when I extend my senses beyond the physical world, though as I am a spirit, it’s how I typically view things these days.  All of the walls and the light are indeed ethereal constructs, a vision of a twisted past brought to the physical.”

“So…I’m seeing a haunt manifestation, basically?  Like when ghosts show themselves or mess with your perceptions?”

“Quite right, my dear.  Were it not for me, you’d perceive these as being an actual part of the structure.  Perhaps you would sense something unsettling in the air, but otherwise these would seem to be completely real, even if you were to touch them.  It’s safe enough to proceed; I’m afraid the actual appearance of my hospital is far less impressive than the pristine vision before you.”

“I really can’t wait to be out of this place,” Lila muttered as she started forward again.  She stepped lightly in her precarious heels, which clicked lightly on the tiled floors, the latex of the outer robe swishing, and somewhat muting the squeak of the latex that covered her body.  She had to consciously still her tail from moving about from the anxiety she felt as she entered the hub.  She heard more screams, some terrified, some lustful, echoing from multiple paths as she reached the center of the hub.  She reached out and touched the wall to her left, feeling the smooth plaster beneath her rubber-covered fingers.  As she concentrated on the spot for a moment, she saw a jagged, dark line spreading along its length, and as she pressed harder, she pierced the ethereal veil and felt the massive crack that was actually in the wall. A shiver went down her spine as her senses came to terms with the contradicting inputs they received. 

Putting that curiosity aside, Lila took note of the handy map on the wall giving directions, noting that there were two sets of patient cells, Lila physically turned her body to survey all of the paths before her and spotted a shimmering down one of the paths.  “How far away is that one?” she asked, her vision picking up an indistinct blur, seemingly through the walls, vaguely human-shaped, which seemed to be walking, then vanished.  

“I’m extending my senses as far as I can at the moment, and that one was at the edges, so…a little over a hundred feet, give or take.  I believe it was one of the nursing staff.”

“How can you tell?”

“It moved far too freely to have been a patient.  The doctor does keep them very restricted; for their safety I’m sure.”  

“Right…any thoughts on which way to go?  I may have sniffed out your super-valuable bondage gear, but I’ve never been able to do the same with people.”  

“One of the patient cell areas or one of the operating wards would be my best guess.  I’m sure he couldn’t resist toying with them for long, so I’d say check the operating areas first.”

Lila looked down the halls that were marked as operating wards, considering each one.  “What’s the layout like for both of those?”

“Couldn’t say,” Sella replied.  “I know what they are supposed to be like, but I don’t know how his twisted spirit has changed them since he’s gained so much energy to play with.  In addition to whichever one of your friends has all that mental energy, a fairly massive storm is raging topside, so he’s got additional power to draw on.  Though we can sense the ethereal nature of the structure about us, we will be traversing into his realm beyond this hub, and that realm is not guaranteed to follow the original layout.”

“Wait, what?” Lila started, her head spinning.  “His realm?  We’re not…in the hospital anymore?”

“We are…sort of.  You know what a pocket dimension is, right?  Same thing; this one just happens to be built from Dr. Villegast’s twisted mind and powered by his new psychic battery.  A realm of a mad mind made physical, I suppose could be one way to describe it.”

“This just keeps getting better and better!” Lila groaned as the plugs turned cold within her and started humming faintly, never letting themselves be forgotten for long.  She started toward the major operations ward, figuring from Sella’s way of speaking about the doctor so far that he wouldn’t be the type to do anything minor with that much power.

As she reached the double-doors to the ward, her vision lit up with a half dozen ghostly figures, two seemingly much shorter than the rest, all clustered together, but disappearing quickly.  “Just to be sure…I’m only seeing spirits, not living people, right?  What were those shorter ones?”

“Probably patients in wheelchairs.  And yes, you won’t see living beings with this particular sense; you would see any other forms of undead, though, so if you spot anything that looks more solid, it’s probably just a zombie or a vampire or something similar.”

“Wait, you had zombies and vampires here too?!”

“Oh yes, of course; we catered to all beings here, not just those that were alive,” Sella responded in a matter-of-fact tone.  Then Lila got the impression Sella rolled her eyes.  “No, kitten, there aren’t any of those here, I was just explaining how my undeath sense worked.”

“You are such a bitch.”

Pushing the door open, a wide hallway extended before Lila, with multiple other sets of doors lining either side.  The hall was gloomy, with flashing of light coming from some doors, and seemed to stretch for as far as she could see.  Echoing down the hall were countless overlapping screams, moans and groans, mixed with the sound of whips cracking, electricity zapping, and more sounds of torment.  Another shiver went down her spine.  The plugs and rings all started to warm to an only slightly uncomfortable level, but the vibrations remained steady and low, just a faint distraction for the moment. 

Getting the sense that she was about to be in it for the long haul, Lila stepped through the doors, which swung shut behind her echoing with an ominous slam.  The air around her felt more powerfully charged than that of the hub, and the ethereal nature of the place only increased its intensity.  

They were fully within the doctor’s realm now.

Lila crept forward, wishing there was more in the way of cover she could use to hide as more spirits crossed her vision.  Three were gathered in the first room to her left, and a loud zap and flash of electricity appeared as she turned to look through the circular windows of the doors.  

Two nurses stood to either side of a well-built human who lay strapped to a gurney.  Each nurse held what looked like cattle prods, the ends arching with electricity.  Each laughed as they teased the helpless man, who pleaded around a thick ball gag.  His cock stood erect, wrapped tightly by some kind of cord, and he screamed into the gag as one of the prods was touched to it, thrashing upon the gurney.  The cruel laughter of the nurses faded along with all of their spiritual forms, simply gone in the next moment.  

Stepping backward, Lila turned to face down the hallway, seeing more spirits winking in and out of the various rooms.

“The doctor is busy it seems,” Sella said.  Lila felt the priestess’s hands upon her shoulders.  “Some of these are flashes of the past, but others may be new torments for the spirits still trapped here.  We must hurry.”

Lila continued, walking past at least two dozen ‘operating’ rooms, a few empty, most showing some kind of perverse scene in which the nurses were ‘treating’ the patients.  The nurses were always female, but the patients were never the same, sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes a mix of the two in the case of a group session.  The patients were always restrained, whether it was to a gurney, a bondage cross, or some other strange contraption, and each scene seemed to only get more intense. 

Worse, the gear upon Lila’s body reacted to the scenes, vibrating more intensely as Lila watched, making her squirm as her arousal peaked again, fresh juices leaking down her latex-covered thighs and dripping on the tiled floor.  Her body ached for release, from its bondage and its intensely aroused nature.  

Lila moaned as the plugs suddenly thrummed louder than they had in some time, their strong vibrations bringing her to a stop in the center of the hall as she squeezed her thighs together.  Her eyes rolled back as she suddenly felt short of breath, her hands going between her legs in a desperate attempt to pry the chastity belt free.  The rings in her nipples had started up again too, further short-circuiting any thought that wasn’t directly related to how she could possibly get herself off. 

With her vision blurred by a haze of pleasure and lack of ability to take full breaths, Lila saw several ghostly forms appear down the hall.  It was a group of nurses, half a dozen of them, seemingly chatting amongst themselves, and they were heading right toward her!  

Silently begging the vibrations to cease, Lila’s eyes darted to either side.  The room to her right was empty.  Staggering toward the double doors, she turned and bumped into it with her ass, and the door swung open.  Nearly falling as she shuffled inside, Lila hurriedly moved away from the doors, planting herself in the corner behind them.  She wrapped her arms around her mithril-encased chest, squeezing her legs tighter than ever as the plugs refused to shut off.  

The voices of the nurses grew louder.  Lila could finally make them out over the sound of the vibrators and her own panting. 

“The milk cow is going to break first for sure.  The elf looks like a sissy, but he’s stronger than you think.”

“Please!  He was crying before she even touched him!  He’ll be a whimpering mess long before that session ends.”

“But the cow is already enjoying herself!  Another few hours of that and she’ll forget she was ever human.”

“When’s the other one going to get here?  I want to see a kerryn!”

“I want to make a kerryn scream!”

“The others are looking for her; she got lost in the maze around the tomb; probably waiting for the storm to pass before she comes back out.  Probably a fraidy cat!”

They shared a laugh as they passed the room Lila hid in.  The stimulation of her nethers ramped up again, and she slapped both hands over her already gagged mouth to stifle any sounds she might have made.  “Is Yurisaya trying to get me caught?!”

“We’re all defined by the challenges we overcome, my dear,” Sella replied, leaning casually against the far wall.  The nurses continued their conversation as their spectral trails faded from Lila’s sight.  “Perhaps she’s simply defining you in a way that pleases her more?”

Rolling her eyes, Lila peered through the windows of the room, though her ghost sight was clear at the moment.  “They were talking about us, about Rel and Kori.  They have to be here somewhere.  Don’t you have any way of finding living people?”

“Well…yes, if Yurisaya is willing to grant me such a power of course.  Though it comes with risks in a place like this.”

“What kind of risks?”

“Detection, mainly.  I’ll be calling on the power of life to find the living, so a creature of the other side will sense it almost immediately.  It’s also possible I could…stir up the staff, draw them in to attack us if they sense it as a threat.  Stranger things have happened.”

Sucking on the cock-like gag that filled her mouth as she considered her options, Lila sighed as the vibrations stopped at last.  Taking a few breaths to steady herself, she took another look for more nurses, then slipped out of the room and started down the hall again.  “We’ll save that for last.  This place can’t be that big.”

Though Lila sounded confident, the impression that Sella shot her a look to the effect of ‘We’ll see just how wrong you are’ lingered in her mind. Still, she continued along, trying hard to ignore the growing desire to stop and watch some of the treatments going on in the rooms she passed.  It seemed that the holy vibrators tended to flare up at certain scenes, namely the ones of a more painful nature. It was Yurisaya’s less-than-subtle way of hinting at where her own interests were, probably.

Lila continued onward, stepping gingerly on her aching toes, each step sounding like thunder in her ears as she tried to maintain total silence.  The soft clinking of the chains on the gear she wore seemed even louder, but somehow none of the nurses came running after her.  She thought she was caught for sure once, when she’d been looking through one of the windows at a woman about half Rel’s size getting some kind of strange stomach inflation enema treatment and the nurses had suddenly decided to wheel around and head for the doors, but she had managed to skitter aside and hid behind one of the doors as it had been flung wide, and thankfully the nurses had turned the opposite way down the hall before vanishing. 

After a time, and several more quick evasions into unused rooms, Lila finally growled in frustration and slammed her fists against the wall she leaned against.  The latest operating room she had ducked into looked just like the dozens of others she had passed.  “How big is this place?!  It shouldn’t be this big!”

“Physically, you’re right, but we’re not in my hospital anymore, remember.  This is very much a labyrinthine construct of Dr. Villegast’s mind and his dark nature.  Even if you were to turn back now, I doubt we’d find the same door we entered through.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding…you’re not kidding.  Shit.  Okay, well, then you need to try that spell to find them, then.  Once we’re together, then we’ll have to try to destroy him right then.  All this walking and these vibrators are killing me.”

“If you don’t like walking in those heels, then you’ll hate running.  Still, if you wish-”

The lights of the operating suite flared to life, momentarily blinding Lila even though she tried to block them with her hand.  The double doors flew outward and banged against the walls outside of the room.  As her vision returned, Lila saw a singular form standing in the center of the hallway outside, taller than her even with the ballet heels, and more well built too, on par with Rel, really.  He wore a lab coat, and his eyes were hidden behind the operating room light reflecting off his glasses, though somehow his face was shrouded in shadow.  Still, she couldn’t help but feel her heart racing at the sight of the unnaturally wide grin below those eyes.

“Ah, our elusive kerryn guest has finally arrived!” said Dr. Villegast, clasping his hands behind his back.  “Though, you’ve been acting far more like a mouse than a cat, wouldn’t you agree? I must admit a certain fondness for the attire you’ve chosen, though; very good choice, if not entirely practical.  Well, don’t be shy, do speak up.”

Lila gulped, the penis gag feeling much larger suddenly in her mouth, though she was aware of her entire outfit on a much higher level now that she was under the unnatural gaze of the doctor.  This was not good!  She hadn’t even found Kori or Rel yet!  “Nr. Hnrrmgrhh, N hrmhrmm?  N’hm hmrrn r rrh rhrrh mrr.”  (Dr. Villegast, I presume?  I’ve heard a lot about you.)

“You’ve been speaking with Sella, obviously.  How else could you have found your way into her holy attire?  Is she still bitter about being trapped in her tomb? Forever an outsider to my lovely hospital?  No matter; we’re not here to talk about her; we’re here to talk about you and your condition.”

“Mm crnnnhnrn?  Mhrh rrm mrr hrrchnng rhrrh?”  (My condition?  What are you talking about?) Lila asked.  Her mind raced with how she could possibly escape the room and avoid the doctor.  He was right there, and she was nowhere near as agile as she would have been without Sella’s raiment.  Crap crap crap!  “Sella!  What can we do?  Sella?!  Where did you go?!”

“You seem to have a rather chronic case of kleptomania for starters.  Call it archeology if it makes you feel more comfortable with yourself, but you have stolen the past many times before.  The library tomb on Edalpo III comes to mind.  But the evidence speaks for itself, doesn’t it?  You did filch Sella’s attire, did you not?  Perhaps not as you intended, but you were here to take it regardless.”

“Hrm nr mrr chnrm hhrh?“ (How do you know that?)  It was obvious in the case of Sella’s raiment, but how could he know about her past?  Was he in her head somehow?  Or was it that the dead actually did know much more than they did in life?

“Simple observation; I am a renowned doctor in case you didn’t know,” Villegast said with a shrug.  “Though you and your friends seem to share several unresolved sexual conditions, likely related to your time with a certain corporate executive.  You’re highly aroused currently, and seem to have difficulty with release.  I’m deathly curious as to whether that is simply divine intervention or a personal psychological issue.  I do tend to think it’s a personal matter; most issues can be traced to one’s own mind.  It shall be fascinating to explore that.  Perhaps a show of good faith, hmm?  Do you wish to see your friends?  Their treatment is progressing quite well; I’m seeing very positive results.”

Lila bit at the gag, trying to get some kind of read on the doctor.  Her fur would have stood on end if it hadn’t been held in check by the latex that covered it.  He triggered every warning bell in her brain, but she was trapped in the operating room.  How could she move quickly enough to slip by him?  She might have been able to do it with just the ballet heels, but not with the corsets and thigh bands shortening her stride.  “Sella?  I need some help here!  Can’t you do your thing right now?  Isn’t he close enough?”

Still no response from her spirit companion, and Lila’s darting eyes saw no signs of her.  

“You’re understandably cautious, but what choice do you have?  Can you escape this room when I can summon my staff within seconds?  I don’t usually allow my patients to run wild within my hospital.  I require them to be restrained and escorted by my nursing staff at all times, though I am willing to make an exception, if for no other reason than to honor Sella since you wear her regalia.  A pity she’s trapped in her tomb; I would enjoy treating her again.”  For just a moment, Lila sensed a slight hint of normal emotion from the doctor, something in the way he shifted his head that said he had been fond of Sella.  

Then it clicked!  He doesn’t see her!  He doesn’t know she’s here!  Lila then recalled what Sella had said, about getting close enough to Rel and Kori, whichever one of them was the psychic.  This could be their chance!

The doctor turned aside, motioning down the hall with his hand.  “If you are so inclined, Ms. Darius, I’ll take you to your friends.  Then, once you’ve had a chance to observe their treatments, we can begin yours.  Fair, no?”

“Hrrm, hhrh hrrnnh hrnr rrrnghh.  Rmrn hhm mrm.” (Sure, that sounds fair alright.  Lead the way.) It was more of a chance than she had trapped in the operating room, even though her odds were still far from being anywhere close to as good as she would have liked. 

The disturbing grin upon the doctor’s shadowed face curled up more around the corners of his oversized mouth and he started down the hall.  Lila hesitated for a moment, then followed, noticing a pair of nurses standing in the hall in the direction she had come from.  They weren’t there before, and as she followed the doctor, they followed her, but kept their distance. 

“You wear that outfit well, Ms. Darius; a bit scrawnier than Sella to be sure, but quite charming nonetheless. It’s a shame that we won’t be able to perform my preferred treatments for you because of that…but we shall persevere and improvise.”

Lila said nothing, keeping her eyes on Dr. Villegast while making an occasional full-body turn behind her to make sure that the nurses weren’t getting too close.  The utterly calm and clinical way he spoke of treating her made her skin crawl. “Sella?  You’re there, right?  Get ready…as soon as we’re close, do your thing!”

Receiving no response, Lila continued along.  As she finished another full body turn, she skidded to a halt, very nearly walking into the doctor’s back as he had suddenly stopped.  She could almost feel the cold radiating from him.  Villegast turned to regard Lila, looming over her with that unsettling grin.  He motioned to the doors in front of him.  “Ms. Veylani is inside, and quite enjoying herself I must say.  Her resistance to the treatment has decreased quite dramatically from the start really; I do think we hit the nail on the head for this particular case.”

Gulping, Lila approached the double doors and looked inside.  Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes fell on Rel, secured to a stout-looking frame wearing some kind of ridiculous cow mask and cow-print hoof boots.  For a moment she thought there was no way it could have been Rel, but the woman’s legs and ass were unquestionably her friend’s.  Lila wasn’t exactly sure what disturbed her more between the fucking machine that was having its way with Rel’s pussy and ass and the way her breasts had ballooned to ridiculous levels and were being milked.  She shivered when Rel arched her back against the restraining frame, spraying her juices as an orgasm exploded through her and letting out a loud ‘moo’ that echoed around the room and through the doors.

“Hrrm…hm Hrrmhhh, mhrh hrhm mrr nrnm hr hmr?!” (Holy…by Saressh, what have you done to her?!) Lila stammered, her hands going to the doors, pushing at them, but they were completely unmoving, almost as if they weren’t doors at all. 

“I’ve simply brought out her calmer self, a more useful self, really.  She seems to be quite happy, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Nr!  Nr N hrcchnng mrrrnn’h!  Mhmrm’h CHrrn?  Rrm mrr mnrchnng hnm hrr, mrr hrhhrrn?” (No!  No I fucking wouldn’t!  Where’s Kori?  Are you milking him too, you bastard?”) Lila snapped, spinning about to glare at the doctor, despite how his visage made her want to back away from him. Though she was riled up and had her hands curled into fists, the shaking of her body was just as much fear as it was outrage.

“Such a mouth on you, even when it’s so full…We shall have to deal with that, won’t we?  But no, I’m not milking your elf friend.”  The doctor turned and motioned to the doors across the hall.  “We finished milking him some time ago.  As you can see, he’s being treated for being such an unabashed trollop.”

Very nearly lashing out at the doctor with one of her tightly wound fists, Lila instead stomped her way to the other doors and peered inside, letting out a shocked gasp as she saw what horrible fate Kori suffered.  He was secured to some kind of frame, arms above his head.  His body was criss-crossed with deep red welts and purple bruises, various devices biting into his fair flesh as a whip and riding crop were alternatively used to whip him.  At first Lila didn’t see the torturer, but then she spotted the ghostly glow of one of the nurses; were it not for that, she would have thought the whip and crop were floating on their own. As the whip landed across both of Kori’s feet, he squealed, sounding exhausted, and sagged into the restraints holding him upright.  

Lila recognized her own scream coming out around the gag as she shoved at the doors, punching and kicking at them before she whirled about and thrust her finger at Villegast.  “Mrr rmh hhmm gr rnghh nrm, mrr mrnhhmr!  Nh mrr mmrmn’h rrrmrnm nmrn, N’n rnh mrrr hhrrrh rrh!” (You let them go right now, you monster!  If you weren’t already dead, I’d rip your throat out!)

The doctor leaned back, his grin growing wider.  “Such a temper!  We simply can’t let that continue; why, it’s terrible for your blood pressure, my dear.  Nurse!  Please restrain the patient and take her to the next available treatment room.”

Glancing to her left, Lila saw the nurses moving toward her, and took off on her own,screaming in her head as she ran as fast she could manage.  “Sella!  Where are you?  Hurry up and do the thing, damn it!”

Villegast sighed.  “I tire of this; we are so far behind schedule!  Sella!  Be a doll and stop that kerryn.”

“As you wish, master.”

“Mrhhmr?!  Mhrh rrm-rhhhh!” (Master?!  What are-ahhhh!) Lila’s mind reeled as she heard the demure way Sella called Villegast ‘master’, but then her body reeled as the latex outer robe of the raiment constricted.  One moment she was on her feet, and the next Lila’s legs stopped moving as the robe tightened around them.  She caught herself before she could fall, swaying dangerously in place as her ankles came together, the cuffs clicking and refusing to separate as the robe grew tighter.

Then the heels on her ballet boots seemed to vanish completely, leaving her balanced precariously on her toes, but only for a few moments as she tried to maintain balance with her tail and failed, teetering forward and face-planting onto the tiled floor.  She landed hard, knocking out what little breath she had in her.  Gagging on the penis-shaped plug in her mouth, Lila clawed at the floor, trying to pull herself away from Villegast and his nurses.  The robe continued to shrink, forming tightly to her arms and running down over her hands, forming tight-fitting mittens, effectively reducing the usefulness of her hands to nothing.

Lila screamed in frustration as Sella appeared in front of her, her own ghostly form attired just as Lila was, her robe resembling more of a full-body hobble dress now.  “Do stop struggling, Lila.  The good doctor is only doing this to help you, you understand.  He’s such a kind master.”

Lila gawked at Sella, not fully comprehending the shift in tone of Sella’s voice.  She sounded so…content to be with him.  Refusing to believe her ears, Lila continued trying to crawl away.

“I understand your reluctance, but you’ll come to appreciate his efforts soon enough.  Be a good girl and stop where you are.”  Sella stood straight, having little choice given her restrictive attire, and brought her own mitten-encased hands behind her.  She shifted her arms and pressed her elbows together, bringing the cuffs at her wrists and biceps together.

On the floor, Lila gasped as her arms were jerked behind her by an unseen force, her own cuffs clicking metallically.  Grunting in surprise, she wiggled back and forth, jerking her arms, but the cuffs were stuck fast together.  

In front of her, Sella, in a display of supernatural elegance, crouched in her heelless pointe boots and hobble dress, then gracefully came to her knees.  She bowed her head to the floor, then stretched out with her legs and pressed herself against the floor with her legs laid out behind her.  Somehow arching her back, Sella stretched out with her arms as she raised her booted feet, and somehow touched her wrist cuffs to those on her ankles.  

LIla let out a startled squeal as her body arched backwards, her ankles and wrists coming together.  Were it not for the corset, she could have managed the position without much pain, but as it was, she felt like her midsection was being crushed.  “Sella!  Please!”

Villegast walked past Lila, then crouched next to Sella, rubbing her chin as one would a beloved animal.  “Excellent as always, my pet.  It has been some time, hasn’t it?  You’re looking forward to this one’s suffering, aren’t you?”

“Very much so, master.  Please don’t make me wait any longer!”

“Oh, we certainly won’t.  This one needs treatment immediately.  Be a doll and isolate her.  We’ll begin shortly.”

“Yes, master!”

Lila squealed again, rocking on her stomach as she fought at the unforgiving cuffs and silently cursed Sella’s betrayal.  She felt the latex of her headwear shifting, and watched as Sella’s habit encircled her head, forming a smooth hood that quickly inflated into a round ball.  Just a second later, Lila’s vision was taken from her as the latex covered her own head.  She felt it pressing in on all sides, flowing into her ears, then her nose.  For a moment she couldn’t breathe, then she felt some air once again coming inside as the pressure grew around her head.  She screamed in the darkness, hearing only herself, nothing from outside.  

Her vision was gone, as was her hearing, Lila couldn’t move but to wiggle and rock helplessly.  She felt hot tears burning her eyes as she realized just how stupid she’d been to trust Sella, and now she knew she’d suffer for her stupidity.  Worse, her friends were going to suffer more for her failure. She was barely aware of the hands upon her, picking her up off the floor, taking her to her fateful ‘treatment’.

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