In her cell, Releana groaned, stirring groggily. She felt tired, drained really, even after having slept for…how long had she slept? Her head felt foggy, or maybe more like it was stuffed with cotton. Whatever the case, it didn’t feel right. Her lips reflexively sucked at the large object between them, her tongue recognizing a penis-shaped object. She also realized a distinct soreness in her pussy and ass, a dull ache that said both places had experienced far too much stimulation. Groaning again, she opened her eyes, expecting to be blinded by sudden light, but only saw a heavy darkness shrouding everything. She blinked a few more times, and realized that she wasn’t looking through just her eyes, rather, through the shaded lenses of a mask.
Coming more awake, she began pulling her arms back and forth, realizing she was in some kind of straitjacket, different from the one she’d been in before. Her legs were still within the hoof boots, given the angle her feet were forced into, but were secured together with several straps. She closed her eyes, shaking her head, hearing a cowbell jingle.
Then it all started flooding back to her. As the visions of what she had endured filled her mind, she snapped her eyes open again, looking down at her chest, having noticed the distinct chill upon them compared to the rest of her body. Her breasts looked mostly normal, maybe a bit larger than usual, but her nipples ached too, and she saw a faint trail of milk coming from each one as her vision adjusted.
“Wha sha fssh?” she said around the gag, wincing as her voice came back to her in the sound of a cow’s mooing. Suddenly very aware of the stifling mask she wore, Releana shook her head, worked her limbs, strained against her bonds, trying to loosen anything she could. All she got for her efforts was a fresh coat of sweat, and lots of cowbell and mooing sounds.
Finally taking stock of her surroundings, she recognized the cell she’d been in before, or at least one very much like it. Her mind raced, trying to come to some kind of rationalization for what she’d just been through. How long had she been fucked by those machines and milked? Hours? Days? What kind of crazy freak was that doctor? Had he managed to get hold of Lila and Kori yet? Surely they would have rescued her by now…right?
“Don’t go thinking about things that don’t concern you, milker.”
Releana’s breath caught midway, her body starting to shake as she heard a familiar voice in her mind.
“You were being such a good girl before, much better behaved than when you were a pony. We saw much better performance from when you were being milked. That’s what you really want in life now, isn’t it? Constant fucking, constant milking, none of that complex thinking. Just the pleasure of a job well done.”
Whimpering, Releana nodded out of reflex, looking around the cell for the voice. Though she finally realized what she wore was latex, she could hear nothing of her struggles outside the mask, nothing as her hooves tried to push her along the padded floor.
“Keep thinking about nothing but the milking, cow. Think of nothing but keeping your owner happy, of how good it will feel when next you are milked. Be a good milker now, and you’ll be rewarded with more of what you want. You don’t want to be punished for being a bad girl, do you?”
Shaking her head, and suddenly very much enjoying the sound of the cowbell, Releana closed her eyes again, recalling her last milking session, and how good it felt, how pleased her owner had been. The thoughts filled her with something akin to the pleasure she had felt before, nowhere near as powerful, but enough to keep her thoughts occupied. Enough to make sure she didn’t think about anything dangerous, like freedom, or her friends…
* * *
Kori whimpered as he awoke, screaming into his thick, mouth-filling gag as he scurried up and away from his spot on the floor, pushing himself into the corner with his ballet-booted toes and heels. Heart racing, he looked all over the small cell, fearing that he would see Rivalle standing over him, ready to continue his torture.
Blinking several times, seeing that he was alone, Kori finally remembered to breathe. He quickly took stock of his situation, and discovered he was bound much like he had been before, maybe even in the same straitjacket and accessories, though his cock was in a much less pleasant state, confined inside that painful, tiny cage. The ball-stretcher was still in place as well, so each time he moved he could feel the continued torments of the devices.
The pains on his body had faded somewhat, though as his sudden rush of adrenaline faded, the aches and pains started to come back, making his eyes go moist as he recalled the terrible things Rivalle had done to him. He couldn’t honestly decide what hurt more: his nipples or his feet. She’d worked his back over plenty, but those two areas had been of particular interest. Without the searing pain of the stuff she’d pumped into him filling his insides, he could actually feel the residual torture on his outer body much more keenly.
Kori sagged into the straitjacket and let himself go limp against the wall, a sudden wave of fatigue washing over him. Though he wanted to forget the whole experience, after a point, it all became a jumbled blur, just one terrible sensation after another, all enhanced by that horrible searing agony that had filled his insides, distended his stomach to the point he was sure it was going to pop.
He must have passed out and couldn’t be woken back up; that was the only explanation for why Rivalle had let him go so soon, why he’d been allowed to rest…and why he couldn’t remember what had happened to the liquid fire that she had forced inside him.
She would never have been so kind otherwise.
Kori breathed in deeply through his nose after a time, finally looking over himself. He couldn’t see much of his body thanks to the nature of the restraints, aside from his firmly caged cock and stretched balls, both somewhat swollen thanks to Rivalle’s attention. His legs were surprisingly free, though, at least as much as they had been in some time, with a pair of cuffs at his ankles connected by a foot long strap.
His thoughts went to Lila and Releana as he scooted his back up against the padded wall, coming to a precariously balanced standing position. He swayed on his toes, his head suddenly very unsteady, his vision blurring. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took in several more breaths until the feeling had passed, and finally opened them again, stepping gingerly along the wall toward the door. All the while he tried to wiggle his arms free of the confines of the jacket, but the latex was too tight, too form-fitting for him to manage anything useful.
He could already hear screams and moans distantly again, seemingly from all directions, but as he reached the door and pressed his ear to it, he couldn’t tell one from another. He knew Releana had been captured, but had Rivalle tortured her as well? Was she doing it now, and that was why he was back in the cell? Or…had Rivalle found Lila? Was Lila captured now too?
An image flashed through Kori’s mind, a brief glimpse he’d caught while thrashing under Rivalle’s torture. That couldn’t be right…he could recall seeing a momentary, fleeting image, of someone dressed in some kind of nun’s outfit, the face hidden behind a layer of latex and something else, maybe a gag? But the eyes…they were feline, and they could only have been Lila’s eyes. What was she doing dressed like that, unless she’d been captured too?
Dizzy again, and feeling more helpless than ever, Kori let out a pathetic whimper around his gag and slid back to the floor of the cell, curling up as he rolled onto his side as a new round of tears filled his eyes, tears borne of an entirely different kind of pain than he’d experienced since his arrival at the hospital.
* * *
Lila stirred, groaning as her various body pains immediately came to the forefront. Though they felt greatly reduced, she was still sore, and not just from Villegast’s ‘treatment’, but from Sella’s damned outfit. Her eyes opened slowly, and she saw dark padding, and realized she hadn’t moved from where she had been tossed by the nurse. Wiggling her limbs, to no great surprise, she found that her legs were still secured together, and the outer robe was still formed into a straitjacket.
“Is it wrong that I’m actually sort of used to not being able to breathe now?” she thought, rolling onto her back, immediately feeling the bite of the corset about her torso and neck.
“It’s not odd at all, my dear. Some things just come naturally.”
Lila’s ears laid back, a growl coming from around the gag as she saw Sella’s ghostly form appear in the corner of the cell by the door, bound just as Lila was, though sitting upright. “Get the hell out of here right now!”
“Feeling slighted? It had to be done. Master was very specific about making sure you were properly treated. I’m sorry, though, that the treatment wasn’t what it should have been. Still, I think we got close toward the end, don’t you? I’m sure that Master can get us to come with a little more time.”
Lila rolled over, turning away from Sella, only to see the ghostly priestess on the other side of the room. “Go. Away.” The plugs inside her started humming at that point, though it was an angry, short hum, just to remind her they were there.
Sella sighed, shrugging in her straitjacket. “It won’t be long now. Master is coming for another round of treatment, but this time you’ll all be together. He’s of the opinion that with some encouragement toward your friends, he can finally overcome Yurisaya’s will and get us that orgasm we need. I’m so looking forward to it, Lila! I can almost feel it, I can taste it! We’re so close…so close to all this frustration being over! Just a little more and we’ll have an explosion of pleasure the likes of which we’ve never experienced, pure bliss! Rapture!”
“I said go away. Pretty sure that means get the hell out of here and stop bothering me!” Lila snapped, gnawing at the thick penis gag filling her mouth.
Sella’s form began to fade, and Lila got the impression the priestess smiled behind her gag. “We’re in this together, together as one being, but I’ll leave you be for now. Just prepare yourself for Master’s touch again. Be ready for everything that is to come…hopefully that’ll include us.” And at last, she was gone.
Lila blew out an angry breath through her nose. The nerve of that bitch! Coming back to her like that after such a betrayal! Nothing could have pleased Lila more at the moment than exorcising that spirit once and for all. And were it possible, she’d gladly have choked Sella or clawed her face off, whichever she managed first. Thoroughly worked up, Lila jerked at her bondage, grumbling curses upon curses in every language she knew. Whatever happened next, she wasn’t going to let Sella have her way. She’d do everything she could to resist Villegast’s attempts to get her off, just to deny Sella any kind of pleasure for herself. Now that she knew what to expect, maybe she could manage to resist, to some extent at least. She had to try. With every bit of strength she could muster, she had to try.
The nipple rings and plugs kicked on again, thrumming vigorously, seemingly feeding off her anger, trying to replace it with darkly erotic pleasure. “Not now, you bastards. Do your worst, I’m going to make these assholes pay for this!”
* * *
Though fired up, Lila didn’t fight the nurses that had come for her. With Sella’s cursed clothes restraining her, it would have been pointless. Instead, she simply smiled around the gag, filling her head with the dark thoughts she’d been nurturing during the last hour or so since she’d awoken. The plugs and nipple rings hadn’t stopped, frustrating her more, but now it only served to fuel her rage rather than her arousal, though that was topped off once again as well.
As she was wheeled down the hall, Lila wasn’t surprised to see Kori and Rel’s cells already open, though she did worry about what was to come. Not for her own sake, but for theirs; if anything since meeting Sella, she’d discovered she had a remarkable tolerance for pain.
“Must be calling on some old memories of my slave days, all those centuries ago,” she mused.
There was a subtle shimmering in the air between the double doors ahead as they approached, no doubt leading to Villegast’s realm once more. Indeed, as they crossed the threshold, Lila felt her skin tingle beneath the latex, and almost immediately the vibrations from her accessories stopped dead. The nurses wheeled her down what was probably the same corridor she’d been in before; at least it looked the same. There was no telling just how many such corridors loomed in Villegast’s diseased mind.
The nurses pushed her toward a set of double doors, unremarkable from the rest she’d seen, but when these swung open, aside from the stark brightness of the surgical lights above, the room was larger than the previous ones she had witness, and there were three large chairs already positioned equidistant around some kind of device in the center, two of them already occupied, each with a pair of nurses tending to the occupants.
“Hurry and secure the last patient,” Villegast commanded, typing several commands into a wall-mounted computer, the screen going by in a blur that Lila couldn’t care less about. Her attention was on her friends, both of whom seemed to have had a change of wardrobe since she’d seen them last, though the attire was somewhat surprising.
Lila hadn’t expected to be looking into a twisted mirror of herself, let alone two of them.
The primary differences between how she was dressed and how Kori and Rel were now dressed were their color schemes. Kori was once again wearing mostly pink, with white highlights, whereas Rel was still wearing the cow-print motif. Otherwise, they appeared to be wearing the exact same attire as Lila, right down to the silvery metallic cuffs and chastity gear, though not as brilliantly silvery as Lila’s, and Kori’s was understandably modified to account for his cock and balls. Each had their hair pulled up in a tight ponytail and wore latex hoods that mostly covered their faces but for their eyes. The nurses had fitted them with ring gags and had left the ballet boots off, leaving their feet exposed, but still secured into a stout stock set at the bottom of the bondage chairs, raised to about waist level. Each was strapped into the chair at multiple points, the cuffs they wore secured with locks to various matching points on the frame. Otherwise, the pair seemed to be in just as much, if not more, misery than Lila herself as their desperate eyes looked toward her in a mix of relief and horror.
“Be a doll and release your raiment’s hold on patient three,” Villegast said.
“Yes, my master,” Sella replied, meek as she had been since falling under his sway again, materializing beside the doctor.
Lila felt the tightness of the outer latex layer lessen, her legs separating as the hobble dress shifted and returned to the more flowing form of the outer robe. Her arms followed a moment later as the tight self-hug enforced by the straitjacket arrangement likewise dissipated. The nurses wasted no time in removing the outer layer, along with the habit, and moved Lila to the chair designated for her. Almost immediately her cuffs clicked into place of their own accord on the armrests and the frame by her legs, and Lila had the distinct impression that Sella had been seated here previously. An experimental tug, a quick shift of her body, and she confirmed that everything that could be locked down had been.
The glowing form of Villegast moved in front of her just as the nurses started attaching bundles of wires and tubes to the chastity gear on Kori and Releana. She still couldn’t see his face, only that inhuman grin, though she noted that he held Sella’s riding crop again, tapping it lightly on one palm. “I trust you’ve recovered, because you’re in for another long treatment session. As you can see, we won’t be removing everything this time, though some items must come off for the proper symmetry.”
“Fuck off, asshole,” Lila replied in a growl, her tail, free for the moment, swaying back and forth threateningly.
“Oh, such language. Perhaps another type of fire has been ignited, hmm? No matter, resist if you wish, it will only make things that much more painful for you, and that much more stimulating for myself and Sella. Though…it may well make things quite unbearable for your friends.”
Though Lila had steeled herself for what was to come, that did make her waver as she tried to look toward Kori and Rel. Villegast didn’t give her much time to consider the situation, however, as he touched the riding crop to her mouth. Immediately pain exploded as if the penis-shaped gag was some kind of grenade, and she screamed, a sound that grew louder as the thick plug was pulled free, leaving her mouth similarly held open via an internal ring gag that she swore hadn’t been there a moment ago. Before the pain could even begin to fade, Villegast had the crop on her feet, slicing her ballet heels off as if he were again peeling her flesh, and she screamed again, closing her eyes to the searing sensation on her soles and around her ankles. Sella’s own cries echoed with Lila’s, though the priestess’s were far more heated and lusty as opposed to agonized.
Once her feet were exposed, Villegast stepped away, and the nurses quickly secured the stocks around Lila’s ankles. These were raised, now matching the position of Kori and Rel’s, their feet pointed toward the machine in the center of their chairs. Her toes were wrapped in tight cords and pulled upward and back, further securing her feet, as familiar-looking cables were connected to the chastity gear.
Once all of the cables were in place, Villegast worked a few switches, then typed at the monitor again, causing the central device to spark and hum. “Excellent…all three are receiving good contact. Initiating voltage test…”
Lila joined Kori and Releana in screaming as electricity shot through the chastity gear, the plugs inside her flaring to life for the full five…ten seconds of agony before the power was shut down.
“Perfect! Fit them with their hoods so that we can begin the treatment proper. I want full breathing, aroma induction, and feeding capability for all three; we’re using the newest mixture.” As the nurses moved to fulfill his orders, Villegast went to a medical tray closest to Kori and began filling three large syringes with a familiar glowing substance that Lila knew all too well.
The nurses picked up what looked like a hooded gas mask from a rack attached to the central device, taking one to each of the captive patients, several tubes trailing from them. Lila glared at them as they approached, seeing the penis-shaped plug on the inside of the mask as they began fitting it over her head, noting the small holes lining either side of the gag as well as the tip. The mask looked to be thick rubber, and as the main part was worked into place, the plug slipping perfectly inside the ring, Lila could already feel dread creeping down her spine. The mask was pulled and maneuvered into place until it seemed to mould to her face, even split around her ponytail only to form back together, perhaps becoming one with Sella’s raiment. As the straps were pulled tight, Lila breathed as deeply as she could manage, the breath taking a lot more effort than it had without the mask. She saw her companions struggling against their bonds, probably nearly suffocating if their corsets were as tightly fitted as her own, and without the adjustment period Lila had already experienced.
Through the lenses, she saw Villegast inject Kori first, eliciting a squeal from the elf. A moment later she saw some kind of large black sack, suspended above the central device, begin to inflate. What was that?
As he injected Releana, Villegast turned to address the large nurse. “Activate isolation protocols and apply the salve to their feet. We’re almost ready to begin.”
The nurse stepped out of sight, then Lila’s world went dark and silent, all senses fading away but for her own strained breathing and the sensation of tightness from her bondage. She winced as a needle pierced her arm, a familiar sting oozing from the tip as the sensation-increasing drug was pushed into her. As the sound of her own breathing grew more intense and her heart began to race, Lila felt something cold being smeared on her exposed soles, her toes reflexively pulling at the straps that held them in place, but unable to move in any way that mattered.
She shivered as the cold sensation grew almost unbearable, but it faded quickly. She breathed quicker, feeling a little lightheaded already. What was Villegast planning for them? Were Kori and Rel already suffering his treatment? She couldn’t see anything, smelled only rubber and a faint chemical odor, like some kind of cleaner, and only heard her own breathing. Everything else was from touch…the cool air on her feet, the tug of the latex that encased her, the bite of the corset around her midsection and throat, the firm grasp of the cuffs, the tightness of the chastity gear, the girth of the plugs that filled her pussy and ass. Everything was becoming much more intense, just like before.
Lila flinched, biting at the gag as pure agony assaulted her ears, a high-pitched, electronic squeal stabbing at her eardrums through the enforced silence. She shook from side to side, unable to shake her head as her body reflexively tried to do. The sound lingered on, changing pitch, making her cry out as it shifted higher and higher. Just as she was sure that her eardrums were about to pop, the silence returned, leaving her gasping for air in the tight confines of the mask.
No…there was still something there, just on the edge of her hearing, almost too high for even her ears…what was it? A voice? Something else, some kind of sound that would mess with her head?
Her sensitive nose started picking up additional odors now, filtering in through the breathing tube inside the mask. Sweat at first, a couple of faint scents she thought she knew, then a lingering trace of perfumes she did know…Kori’s…then a hint of Releana’s that still remained. What was the doctor doing?
Vibrations began between her legs, followed soon by her nipples, slowly revving up to a steady, powerful thrum she felt throughout her body. Lila sucked in a deep breath through her nose, taking in the unmistakable scents of Kori and Releana’s arousal with it, the familiar musky aromas of Kori’s cock and Releana’s pussy. Lila’s head spun as her own arousal reached a familiar plateau, the intense scents from her friends combining with the lesser amounts of air and the vibrators to make her whole body quiver.
Yet, there was no release, no surpassing that plateau, nothing she hadn’t expected.
Just as Lila began to think that Villegast was being too lenient with them, the anticipated agony began. Her hands curled into fists as she pulled at the restraints, screaming into her personal hell as something struck her feet across both soles, then again and again, something that left little burning lines of pain upon her flesh. The vibrators increased their intensity as the assault on her soles continued, and she struggled to breathe between screaming and an airflow that seemed to have diminished, or maybe she just couldn’t breathe enough to keep up with her needs.
There was a sudden rush of air in her mouth coming from the plug that filled it, and she greedily sucked at it, but the airflow almost immediately ended as something warm and wet flooded into her helpless mouth from the various holes in the gag. Caught off guard, Lila had no choice but to swallow a good amount of whatever it was, gulping it down in the hopes of getting more air. As the stuff filled her mouth, Lila got at least two strong flavors coming through that made her groan: milk and cum. They were feeding her what they’d milked from Rel and Kori!
She recovered momentarily, stopping herself from swallowing more of the mixture, but this likewise stopped any airflow she managed to get through. The stuff kept flowing, though, filling her mouth in a few seconds, and threatening to burst out and begin filling the mask.
“Better make a choice,” said Villegast, coming in clearly through Lila’s ears. “If you want air, you must finish your meal. If you don’t, then we’ll have to take other measures.”
Lila held off for a few moments, but another powerful lash to her feet, combined with a powerful electrical shock through the plugs made her cry out again, and she reflexively sucked at the cum-filled milk, gulping at it desperately. Just when she thought she couldn’t suck down any more, on the verge of blacking out, air flow finally returned, and she breathed greedily, pulling in every bit she could manage beneath the grasp of the corset. Stronger scents of sweat and arousal from her friends filled her nose, mixing with the cum/milk and heavy rubber scent.
Somewhere beneath all of her gasping, Lila still heard something in her ears. What was it? It was a voice, she thought, but what was it saying?
Lila was unable to concentrate on the voice any longer, because she was suddenly very much aware that her feet were on fire, tingling, burning, and it was only growing more intense. Icy cold and electricity came from her plugs and nipple rings, making her squirm. Then something struck her thigh, a sharp, agonizing sting that could only have come from Sella’s crop.
Her vision returned, and Lila could see her friends, writhing in just as much agony as she was, the ghostly nurses tickling or poking at their feet, hitting them with crops or whips. Lila caught a brief glimpse of Villegast to her right, just before her ass exploded in fiery pain, making her scream and jerk at the chair. She saw Rel and Kori flinch too, just as if they’d been struck by the crop. Her eyes widened, leaking fresh tears as she came to realize that somehow he was sending her sensations to them. Would it work the other way too?
Just then, the airflow in the mask changed, losing the scents of her friends, becoming almost purely rubber. At the same moment, Lila saw the big balloon-like sack from earlier deflate. Only a couple of breaths told her all she needed to know: it was a rebreather bag, and they weren’t getting any new air at the moment; she knew all three of them were breathing from the same source now; Villegast wouldn’t have it any other way. The lenses in the mask darkened again, and the cum/milk mix started flowing through the tube and into the gag, but only at a trickle, not the gush like it had been.
Villegast’s voice came through loud and clear again. “Let us see how well you learn to work together. If you’re drinking your meal, then your friends will have more air to share, but if you refuse to drink, then that’s less air for all of you. Let us see how you manage for…three minutes.”
Groaning, Lila took one last breath and started sucking at the gag, pulling the thick mixture through and swallowing one mouthful, then another. The whipping on her feet started again, as did the doctor’s use of the crop. It didn’t take long before Lila felt her lungs burning for air, and she breathed deeply, the air already harder to get.
This was madness! Absolute insanity!
Lungs sated for the moment, Lila sucked at her gag again, but her plugs began to heat painfully, while her nipple rings shocked her in perhaps the most powerful burst yet, making her gasp, nearly choking on her drink as she lost what air she had managed to get. Mind reeling as she tried to recover, Lila breathed a bit, then started sucking again, unable to focus her mind to even try to come up with a plan of how she could deal with the situation. The fact that her friends were going through the same hell didn’t help her try to think rationally at all.
All Lila knew for sure, as a line of fire traced down her tail from the crop, was that she couldn’t breathe. The air was so thin, and it took so much effort to bring it in. She was already lightheaded, and it was getting worse. She couldn’t tell in the darkness of the mask, but she was sure her vision was fading. On the verge of losing consciousness, the air flow suddenly returned, bringing with it the much-increased scents of her companions. The flow of cum/milk ceased, and she greedily sucked in as much air as she could manage, the pain stimulus subsiding, at least for a moment. The air that came through was hot now, filled with the overwhelming aroma of Kori and Rel’s aroused states.
All too soon, Villegast’s voice came to her ears. “You’ll need to do better. Three and a half minutes this time.”
Lila’s eyes widened as she desperately sucked in the last of the humid air before the fresh flow was cut off and the mixture started flowing into her mouth again. She couldn’t last! There was no way she could keep going like this! She gurgled and screamed as her feet were swatted again, then her stomach.
She was in Hell. No question about it, she was in absolute Hell! All of them were trapped in Hell!
* * *
Lila whimpered, sucking greedily at the milk and cum that poured through the gag. Her lungs ached, her whole body ached, her stomach was full and somehow bloating beneath the corset, but her lungs hurt most of all now. She needed air, but she had to hold her breath, had to for as long as she could. It’s what a good slave would do. She had to do whatever Master told her, and she had to resist the urge to be greedy with the air all of his slaves shared.
She didn’t know how long they’d been treated by Master Villegast, but she could hear his voice now, always in her mind, telling her how a proper slave behaved, how she didn’t want freedom anymore, how she was safe with him. He’d been there, whispering from the start. She saw Cum Slave Kori and Milk Slave Releana a few times when she was granted vision by Master. Each was a better slave than her. She was a lowly Pain Slave, and she wasn’t allowed to cum. Not ever, no matter how much she wanted to, Master wouldn’t let her.
Airflow finally returned, and Lila greedily sucked it in, grateful to Master for his gift. Her vision returned, and she saw him before her, smiling down at her, pleased. Lila smiled around the gag, happy that her Master was happy. He moved in front of each of the other slaves, tapping his crop in his hand. After observing each of them, he returned to the computer, setting the crop aside as he typed rapidly at the keyboard.
“Snap out of it! Lila Darius, get your head in the game!”
Lila moaned weakly, not sure where that voice had come from. It sounded familiar, through.
“Now, Lila. Now is the time. Wake up! You aren’t that far gone yet, don’t get dragged under!”
Lila felt something on her throbbing, aching feet…latex was growing back over them. She blinked, seeing another ghostly figure appear across the room, in a ghostly mirror of Lila’s restrained position. It wasn’t a nurse. She looked like a nun…who was it? She looked so familiar!
“Do I really need to give you a reminder? I swear, half a day of torture and you’re already this far gone…I thought you were tougher than that.”
Lila knew that voice. It was on the tip of her tongue…
The plugs and nipple rings suddenly went berserk, vibrating at levels Lila couldn’t remember feeling previously, simultaneously hitting her with heat, cold, and electricity throughout her body. Her body seized up, going rigid in the confines of the chair. Lila howled in fresh agony, and all eyes were upon her, the nurses gaping and looking to one another, then at Villegast.
“Say my name! Say it or you’ll be begging for mercy later!”
Lila’s brain suddenly snapped back into its proper place, away from the dark, submissive hell that she’d just been in. She’d done the same thing a long time ago, slipping into another place in her mind, back when she had been a slave in a previous life. It was a skill Kerryn slaves had to master, if they wanted to stay sane back then.
But now Lila was here, back in the present, and everyone in the room was looking at her.
The devices went silent and dead, and all was quiet. Villegast approached her, looking confused. Then the nun easily slipped free of her ghostly bindings, standing regally as she picked up the riding crop and slapped it against her palm.
“Sella! Praise Yurisaya, it’s about damn time!”
