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    Sealed Pleasures – Part 2

    Lila had just broken the slimy surface of the pool when she felt the fist tentacle wrap itself around her ankle.  Releana was just ahead of her, but before Lila could shout a warning, she was jerked beneath the surface again, choking as some of the nasty slime filled her mouth.  In the next instant white tentacles swarmed about her, wrapping themselves around her limbs and torso, pulling her deeper.  In the now-cloudy water, Lila saw that Releana hadn’t escaped either, the big woman fighting with everything she had as no less than a dozen of the tendrils had secured themselves around her and made a show of hauling her downward.

    Thinking quickly, with her lungs already demanding air, Lila pulled and tugged at the thick appendages, finding them just as strong as she had feared, completely unyielding as they threatened to crush her.  Her skin had started to tingle all over, too, worse where the tentacles held her.  Desperate, she clawed at her backpack, reaching for the machete, hoping that maybe it would be enough to at least hurt the thing enough to slip free.

    She finally managed to find the handle, wrenched the blade free.  The handle didn’t feel right in her hand, though.  She managed to twist herself around to see the weapon, and she saw why.  The plastic of the grip was falling apart, and, she noticed in the milky haze, that the blade was pitted and scored.  As she tried to process those details, she felt the tentacles reaching over her body, feeling blindly over her breasts, between her legs, wrapping tighter, pulling.  She looked down, watched as her clothing dissolved wherever the tentacles touched.

    Feeling the fresher slime from the tentacles sticking to her skin even in the depths of the pool, Lila’s vision started to darken, spots appearing in her sight.  Her eyes burned from whatever was in the water, and she squeezed them shut, still fighting with the much stronger tentacles to no avail.  

    Then she felt the tentacles shift and turn her, and she had the sense she was being propelled through the water, but upward, not in the direction she had expected.  In the next instant, she was thrust out of the sticky, murky pool and felt the cooler air of the chamber around her again.  The tentacles that had wrapped around her slackened their grip, and in the next moment, she was in freefall.

    This lasted but a second before she hit something cool and damp, landing with a squish.  The acidic scent filled her nose, but so too did the particular scent of old vegetation.  She couldn’t breathe, though, felt something filling her throat and nostrils.  Still half-blind, Lila rolled onto her hands and knees and retched, coughing up gobs of thick, clear slime.  

    She felt the mossy bed she had landed on shift and heard Releana grunt as she too was tossed upon it.  Then she was retching just the same as Lila.

    Once she was finally able to breathe again, Lila wiped the sticky slime from her face and eyes, wincing as she stared at a handful of the stuff, then shook her hand wildly to get it off.  “A-are you alright, Rel?” she choked, coughing up another gob of the stuff.  She looked back to the pool, the surface of the water already going still.  They were at least on the side of the chamber they needed to be on, just off to the side of the fancier entryway.

    “Ugh…this is so gross!” came the choked reply, Releana retching and coughing up more slime.  “So sticky!  Why did it let us go?”

    As Lila wiped uselessly at the slime that covered her body, just smearing it around more than actually clearing it off, noting the way her flesh still tingled and had a decidedly pinker tint to it, she took stock of their situation.  She looked Releana over, then herself.  Yep, both completely naked, and not a sign of their packs.  “I…I think it just wanted our clothes and the stuff we were carrying.”

    “Seriously?” Releana asked, finally getting her eyes cleared enough to look at Lila.  She too had a pinkish tone to her skin, whatever was in the slime affecting her the same way.

    “Nobody really understands why tentacle monsters do what they do,” Lila replied, smiling wryly at Releana.  She padded cautiously to the edge of the pool, looking over.  The water was definitely milkier, and she could just barely make out the dark shapes of their dissolving gear at the bottom.  “I think maybe this type of plant dissolves non-living matter or at least stuff that isn’t connected to a living body.  We still have our hair, and I’ve still got my fur,” she said, working her tail slowly back and forth, bands of slime dripping from it.  She grimaced, and dug into her ears, using her fingernails to clear more of the slime from within. 

    “That…seems really weird to me,” Releana replied uneasily, wiping frantically at the goop.  “This stuff just will not come off! Ugh!”

    “It’s a big galaxy out there, and who knows how things evolve where magic is concerned?  Kanna said that she could sense lingering magic topside around the campsite even, so there’s precedent for it.”  Lila eased back, then got to her feet, shaking off some more of the resilient goop.  She noticed that she felt warm despite her nudity and a curious aching in her nipples and between her legs that wasn’t there a few seconds ago.  “You feel okay, though?  Like, nothing broken or out of place?”

    “I’m not hurt, but…” Releana started, getting to her feet.  She pressed her massive thighs together and felt her breasts, and Lila noticed her nipples stood erect.  Her cheeks turned a bit redder.  “I’m definitely feeling a lot more aroused than I should be.  I think there’s something else in that slime.”

    “I think you’re right,” Lila replied, looking down, seeing her own nipples standing at attention.  Though she was breathing normally, there was a definite shortness to her breath that came with building arousal.  

    Releana walked quickly to the entrance that was flanked by the pillars and vine and moss-covered statues, snatching some of the flimsy gauze that dangled from the overhang.  She wiped at her face with it, peeling the old cloth strip from her face with a look of disgust on her face, tossed it aside.  “We’re definitely going to need more than these strips.  So gross!”

    Lila moved to stand beside Releana and peered into the dimly lit chamber beyond.  More of the old cloth dangled from the ceiling and walls, ragged and crumbling with age, with more strips littering the tunnel beyond.  Though the luminescent plants ended a few feet past the entrance, Lila could still see into the corridor, and at the far end, saw a distinctly yellowish-orange glow, a slight flicker to the light.  “We’ve got some kind of light source up ahead, maybe a fire.”

    “You know, I’ve got a really bad feeling about this,” Releana said, staring into the darkness, squinting toward the light.  “I can feel those presences still, and some are definitely in that direction.”

    Nodding, Lila cautiously stepped through the entryway, her eyes scanning along the stonework cautiously, looking for any of the tell-tale signs of traps.  “Yeah, I don’t like this either.  Almost like they want us to go this way.  So what happened back there? What spooked you?”

    Blushing more deeply,  Releana rubbed a hand on her backside.  “Something slapped my ass and laughed at me.  You heard it, right?  Well, I just…wasn’t expecting it and I panicked.”

    “No idea what it was?”

    “Hell no!  I didn’t take time to look, but…well, I guess the hand was on the small side?  Strong, but small, like a halfling or gnome maybe?” 

    “Curious…step lightly through here, okay?  Follow where I go, and try to avoid touching the walls, just to be on the safe side,” Lila said.  Once Releana nodded, Lila eased into the corridor.  It was a good thirty meters at least to the glow up ahead, and any number of traps could be waiting down that dark corridor.

    * * *

    Grunting with the effort of wringing out his shirt, Kori held up the stained garment, frowning at the grimy stains that would probably never come out.  His nose wrinkled at the nasty scent that lingered upon him and glanced down at his pants, likewise stained and nasty.  After Kanna had been snatched by the tentacles, he’d spared only enough time to drop his pack and the gun on the shore and dove into the pool after her.  The pool had only been about three meters deep, and though murky, he could find no signs that there had ever even been tentacles in there.  The bottom was just a mess of muck and old, decaying vegetation.

    Still grimacing at his shirt, Kori tugged it back over his head and took a look around the quiet clearing.  The crackle of flames from Kanna’s fireball had subsided quickly in the green of the clearing, and it seemed that the damage was already starting to heal.  A light rain began to fall then, hitting upon the leaves and branches.  

    What had just happened?  The attack had been so fast, and there were definitely others here, some kind of fae perhaps.  Kori looked around the clearing as the fresh rain fell upon him, eyes narrowed, ears raised.  He couldn’t hear the beating wings as he had before, heard no snippets of conversation now.  If Kanna had just listened to him and had not flown off the handle like that…

    Kori ran his hands through his long purple hair, shook off some more muck that came loose, and quickly retired it back into the ponytail he’d sported earlier.  Taking up his pack and the submachine gun, he looked around the clearing, then at the temple.  A thought occurred then, and he couldn’t remember for certain where he remembered hearing it, but there might have been a reason that Kanna had reacted so quickly with violence.  The fae had ways of messing with one’s perceptions and emotions; had that happened here?  Kori himself didn’t really have so much to worry about in that regard as elves were related to the fae, so their charms typically didn’t work, at least not without a significantly powerful fae being involved.

    He started toward the temple, and around the side to the overgrown steps.  Starting up them, he kept his senses alert around him.  As he neared the entrance, he heard the flutter of wings around the upper level, then heard more of the quickly spoken conversation.  He still couldn’t pick up on all of it but recognized a few words.  Again, there had been mention of ‘death’, and this time he’d picked up on the word for ‘slayer’ and ‘blood’.  Then the sounds of the wings had vanished.

    Pausing atop the steps, Kori’s eyes narrowed further, and his grimace grew deeper as he took up the machete.  The fae had ways of knowing things that were well hidden, and ways of dredging up the past that one desperately wanted to forget.  Clearing his throat, finding it surprisingly dry, Kori stepped up to the wall of vegetation before him.  He’d not actually spoken the fae tongue in a long, long time; as he tried to form the words, they felt awkward upon his lips.  “I wish for no other violence this day.  I fear we have had a misunderstanding.  Though I bear the mark of death upon me, I wish not to bring death to you.  If my friends have trespassed, it was without knowledge of your presence here.  Can we meet to discuss what has happened and come peaceably to a resolution?”

    For several minutes, Kori waited, letting the warm rain soak him without moving.  He knew that the fae perceived time differently, so if they had even heard his request, he could be waiting for a while before one responded.  That was, of course, assuming that they weren’t too afraid of him.  Then, as thunder rumbled in the distance, signaling a more powerful storm on the way, the vines and roots that had grown over the entrance shifted and shrank back, revealing the opening that led into the temple.  A string of faintly glowing, blinking lights, fireflies he realized, bobbed about lazily in the gloom that lead to the steps that would take him further into the temple.  Sliding the machete back into its sheath, Kori stepped inside and followed the trail he’d been offered.

    Taking one last look at the jungle below him, Kori continued forward into the entryway, shifting the gun where it still hung from his shoulder to a more comfortable position.  As the light grew dimmer behind him and he neared the steps leading down, Kori stepped around a peculiar stone set just a little off-kilter with the ones around it, his senses telling him that it was some kind of trap mechanism.  For a moment he considered whether the fae were trying to lead him toward it in the hopes of setting it off, but somehow didn’t get that impression.  He paused, looked back at the stone around the trigger, at how the vines were disturbed or even torn in places along the edges, where the floor met the walls.  Sighing, he shook his head.  “I hope they’re not in any real trouble down there…” he said, wondering whether it had been Lila or Rel who had set off the trap.  Knowing who would have been in the lead, he nodded.  “Lila,” he said a moment later, just before starting down the steps. That woman sure had a knack for stumbling into things she shouldn’t…

    * * *

    “What is it?” Rel asked in a tense whisper, standing a couple of meters behind Lila.

    “Torches,” Lila replied, keeping her voice low, though she wasn’t entirely sure why.  Something about the feel of the chamber they were approaching, maybe.  She stood at the end of the tunnel they had traversed from the tentacle plant’s submerged domain.  The chamber was lit by a pair of torches flickering to either side of a pair of heavy doors at the far end; the chamber itself was only about ten meters long, about half as wide, more like a short tunnel, with a lot more of the gauze strips hanging from the walls and ceiling, even piled up on and laying across the floor, practically covered in them in fact.  The air was decidedly dryer here, with a mustier scent, though the smell of the slime, which still hadn’t dried, lingered heavily upon her and Rel.  “I don’t smell smoke, so I think they’re magical.  It’s some kind of antechamber, there’s another door at the far end.”

    Lila stepped inside after peering at the floor and around the arch that surrounded the opening.  She took another step, saw that she had left footprints in the dust.  One of the strips of gauze stuck to her foot.  She lifted her foot, balanced on the other, and peeled the strip away, blowing out her breath as the sensation sent a tingle through her foot.  That slime had definitely made her more sensitive, and her nipples were still very much hard; there was more moisture between her legs than what lingered from the slime, too.  “Are you sensing anyone nearby?”

    Releana took a few more careful steps, stopping where Lila had been a moment ago.  She shook her head slowly.  “Not now anyway; I had a couple of impressions when we first started down the tunnel, but they’ve gone.”  She reached for some of the dangling strips, tore a handful free, and wiped at the slime that covered her chest, her cheeks reddening as the material rubbed over her hardened nipples.  “You’re just as horny as I am now, right?  This stuff is driving me crazy!”

    “Yeah,” Lila replied, starting toward the door.  Though she managed to keep herself focused on their goal, sensing that they were close to what they were after, she couldn’t deny she was feeling pretty hot and bothered.  She flashed a grin back at Rel.  “We might need to take a break and relieve some tensions before we go on.”

    Releana licked her lips, peeling the sticky gauze from her chest, then gave her tits a squeeze, hefted their weight, and shot Lila a heated grin of her own.  “I could definitely go for some of that action.”  She squeezed her muscular thighs together and moaned softly.  “Oh, Lila, I’m so wet down there right now…your tongue would feel so good!”

    Lila groaned, squeezing her legs together, one hand sliding down her slick stomach toward her pussy, but she caught herself, gritting her teeth.  “Don’t get me distracted like that!” she said, taking a deep breath, steadying herself, then moved to the door.  There were more of the hieroglyphs along the walls and around the door frame, with new ones on the doors themselves.  After studying them for a few minutes, she then looked back to Rel and motioned her forward.  “I think we’re at the place we need to be.  If I’m interpreting these right, there should be some kind of chamber beyond where the rulers were prepared for their journey to the afterlife or to their higher existence or whatever.  Which means there’re probably some routes to some tombs back there, with the loot we’ve come for waiting inside.”

    “Tombs?  You mean like with ghosts and zombies and stuff?” Releana asked, eyes widening, her voice tightening.  “And is there a way out back there?”

    “Well…it’s always a possibility, yeah,” Lila replied slowly.  “We’ll have to take it real slow, try to find an exit first, then see about what might be protecting the treasure.  As long as we can find the way out, we can come back that way once we get more gear and our orcish artillery piece from the ship.”

    “Well, that actually sounds reasonable for once,” Releana said after a moment, looking a little less panicked, though Lila noticed that her breathing was faster, and her body glistened with slime and sweat, the scent of her arousal filling Lila’s nose, making her feel a distinct ache in her nipples, and the unabating heat between her legs.  She just wanted to lick Releana’s nipples so bad.  “How do we get this door open?”

    “Well…” Lila said, getting her mind back on track, turning to the stone arch that served as the door frame, “…I think it’s simple, but I’m a little worried about what it could lead to.  See, all these hieroglyphs show a pair of priests leading the ascending one through this place, and show them before this door,” she explained, pointing at the carvings as she spoke.  “One priest on either side, and it looks like they have to take these positions here, like some kind of ritual dance maybe.  Then, it shows them wearing some kind of holy attire I think before the doors finally open and the next stage begins.  You can see here that it shows the one they’re leading inside changing or evolving or whatever, like we saw out in that first chamber.”

    Releana looked at the carvings, then turned to Lila and hit her with a flat stare.  “Ritual dance?  Holy attire?  That’s what you’re going with?”

    “What?”

    Releana poked at the carvings with her finger.  “That holy dance you’re talking about looks like something you’ve done on stage a few times at Alyssa’s club, and that ‘attire’ looks more like cuffs and a collar to me.  There’s even a chain between the ankles on this one!”

    Lila frowned, looked at the carving again, then shook her head.  “No, I’m pretty sure that’s just a crack in the stone.”

    “Pretty specific kind of place for a crack,” Releana said.  “You said yourself you were worried about what it might lead to, so give.  What is it going to lead to?”

    Lila’s ear twitched, and her tail swished behind her.  “You know…given that the slime from that plant is making us horny, I just didn’t want to make it worse is all.  I know how you get when I’m dressed like that, and just didn’t think it’d be the best time for me to be on my hands and knees in front of you, you know?”

    Releana scoffed and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, turned her head, and raised her chin, taking on a rather snobbish pose.  “I can control myself better than that, Lila Darius!  And I would think as many times as you’ve been under my heel and at the end of my leash, you’d know that.”

    Lila’s tail swished more vigorously behind her, some more of the slime finally coming free and splattering on the floor.  “Oh, come on, don’t get like that now.  Look, let’s just do this thing and see if we can open the door.  That attire is probably something other priests dressed them with during the ritual, not something that just appears out of nowhere.  Here, see,” she said, pointing at one of the triangular columns of stone set at either side of the door, specifically at some depressions that were worn into the stone, and others that were visible in the stone on the floor.  She recalled a similar kind of design for opening a door at Sella’s tomb back on Aclaysia.  “It’s a locking mechanism that relies on the two of us pressing the correct places on both sides of the door at the same time, and it was just easier to remember if they tied it into some kind of ritual dance.”

    Releana finally examined the stonework where Lila pointed, still frowning, and examined the column on the other side.  “Okay…so there are the same kinds of marks over here.  I guess I can accept what you’re telling me.  This is all pretty advanced for a primitive culture though, right?”

    “A little, maybe.  It’s often the case that cultures like this were aware of techniques we could only imagine; without delving into the rest of the world’s history here, it’s possible they may have drawn influence from ancient dwarves or even gnomes, too.  Might be interesting to study once we’re out of Alyssa’s debt.”  Lila stepped up to the column on her side of the door.  “You ready to give this a try?”

    Releana frowned, closed her eyes for a few seconds, and breathed slowly, then nodded, finally looking back to Lila.  “I still don’t sense anybody around besides the two of us.  It might be a little awkward for me to reach these since I’m taller than you and apparently those priests, but I think I can manage.”

    “Alright!  We’ve got this!” Lila said cheerfully, looking over at the markings on the door and the corresponding markings on the column and floor once more to make sure she had the sequence memorized.  Once Releana had done the same, they took their first positions against the column, legs spread at a casual distance apart, their breasts pressed against the cold stone, their nipples rubbing against the cool and rough surface, and with their hands reaching upward to either side of the column.  At Lila’s height, her fingers pressed easily against the smooth depressions after nudging some of the gauze strips aside, and once she had adjusted her weight to the balls of her feet, she felt the slightest give in the stone, followed by a clack of something shifting within the wall.

    “It moved!” Releana exclaimed.  “Did you feel that?  Ugh, these strips are sticking to the slime, though.”

    “Yep,” Lila replied, grinning.  She pulled her hands away, noting that the gauze was sticking to her as well, and reached to pluck the strips away, as Releana did, when she felt the stone shift upward under her feet, and the clacking sound again came from the wall, though this time it was distinctly in the other direction. “Crap!  It’s on a timer of some kind!”

    “So what does that mean?”

    “It means just deal with the sticky stuff until the door’s open,” Lila replied, assuming the position again. She could sense they were close to whatever it was that had tickled her treasure senses and licked her lips with anticipation.  “We can peel the strips off once we’re done, just don’t get tripped up or we’ll have to start over.  Come on!”

    “Okay…” Releana replied, sounding a bit doubtful, but she quickly followed Lila’s lead and took up the first position again.

    As soon as the mechanism shifted again, Lila changed to the next position, saw Releana doing the same out of the corner of her eye.  This one had her shifting her left foot closer to the base of the column, rising to her tiptoes while her other leg was raised so that her knee rested against the side of the column, her nipples again brushing over the carvings, making her let out a shuddering breath at the pleasurable sensations that went through them as she reached around the column with her left hand, the right reaching upward.  She found the right spots almost immediately and glanced to Releana just as the stone shifted, hearing another shifting of the mechanism hidden in the wall.  She noted that she had more of the gauzy strips sticking to her thighs and stomach, but paid it little mind as her excitement got the better of her.  “That’s it!  Next one!”

    “Are we making out with these columns or what?” Releana asked with some amount of annoyance, her cheeks reddened, more strips dangling from her as well.

    “A lot of cultures were very into the fertility thing,” Lila replied as she shifted to the next position.  She lowered herself into a crouch, her erect nipples sliding down the column as she positioned her feet onto the next depressions.  This left her with her legs spread around the column, her thighs squeezing the cool stone as her knees pressed into the wall, her arms reaching around and slightly upward as if she were trying to hug the shaft.

    “This was obviously a society led by men,” Releana muttered.  “This is basically cock worship!”

    “I don’t recall you being averse to that kind of thing,” Lila said, feeling the stone shift, heard another piece of the mechanism shift.  She felt a surge of energy through her as they successfully completed that particular sequence, knowing there were only a few left before the door would open.  “Next!”

    “I’m not, I just don’t like them this big,” Releana said, her voice a little breathless as she changed positions. 

    For this one, Lila stood and spun quickly, feeling the gauzy strips tightening around her body when she did, though not enough to impede her movements, and pressed her back against the column.  With her legs, Lila again spread them, this time to either side of the column, feeling the subtle shift from rough to smooth stone as they found the proper spots.  Her hands simultaneously reached in two different directions, one overhead and around the side of the column, and the other downward and to the other side.  “I’m kinda getting turned on by this.”

    “Me too,” Releana replied.  “Feel like this could be a pole dance.”

    The expected shift in the stone came, and as the door lock clicked again, Lila was already moving, catching Releana doing the same as she moved downward.  Two more positions and they were inside!  She could almost feel that treasure in her hands already!  This pose was a little simpler, her feet almost instinctively hitting the right spots as she crouched, back pressed to the stone, though she had to spread her knees wide to fit her feet into the depressions properly while her hands reached backward, going to either side of the column at about waist level.  She felt for the smooth depressions and had to push her pelvis forward a bit, bringing her hips off the column, but then the mechanism shifted again.  The big doors actually shifted this time, and dust spilled out from the seam.

    “Last one!  Big finish!” Lila cried excitedly.  As she brought her hands around to her front, she noted they were trailing more of the gauze from her wrists and forearms but didn’t care.  The door was almost open!

    “This is impossible!” Releana said, grunting with effort.

    “You can do it!  Stretch for it  We’re almost in!” Lila shouted. Lila dropped to all fours in front of the column but quickly had her backside pressed against it and spread her legs wide.  She arched her back and felt her hot pussy press against the cold stone.  She rose onto her toes again, legs spread as wide as possible, ass in the air as high as she could manage.  Her arms were in front of her, the fingers of each hand pointing at one another as her forearms and elbows pressed into the stone.  She felt the stone give.

    “Holy shit, I’m going to stretch something!” Releana cried, grunting with renewed effort.

    “Hurry, Rel, or we’ll have to start over!” Lila cried, counting off the seconds in her head.  “Hurry!”

    Releana cried out as she strained with the effort to get her body into the proper position, her muscles not making it easy.

    They weren’t going to make it!

    Then there was a louder clunk as the mechanism shifted, and Lila felt the stone give further beneath her, followed by a grinding sound.  She turned her head toward the doors, saw as they slowly ground open, more torchlight spilling through the growing crack.  “You did it, Rel!  The doors are opening!”

    At that moment, the stone around Lila and Releana shifted again in the blink of an eye, the carefully fitted stones dropping even lower into the floor while others changed position and snapped into place.  Lila suddenly felt the stone press down on her forearms and calves, and around her wrists and ankles, then felt more snapping down around her thighs and then her neck, making very effective restraints.  “Oh, crap!”

    “Lila!  What have you gotten me into?!” Releana screamed.  She then grunted and strained against the stone restraints.

    “Uhhh…I’m sure it’ll stop in a minute,” Lila said quickly, gritting her teeth as she tried to wiggle out of the restraints.  She was stuck, her pussy pressed firmly against the column, and she could feel it moving as well now, sliding downward as the doors continued to grind open. 

    “You didn’t say anything about this!”

    “It was a surprise!” Lila said, wincing.

    “Wait, like upstairs?!  You didn’t know about that slide entrance, did you?  You stepped into a trap!”

    “I um….”

    Releana grunted again, louder than before, straining against the stone bonds.  “Just you wait until I break out of this thing!  I’m going to spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week!  Then I’ll really punish you!”

    “Promises, promises,” Lila replied, groaning softly.  Let Rel vent for now; she had more important things to worry about, like how to get out of the situation they were in.  There had to be a release somewhere…

    The movement of the pillar against her pussy, the uneven but smooth ridges that rubbed her as they lowered made her shudder.  The design must have been just for this kind of thing, something to make sure the priestesses performing the ritual were in the proper mindset.  The door was almost open all the way, Lila noted, seeing it out of the corner of her eye.  Maybe the mechanism would release them once it was fully open.

    Releana grunted several times.  “I’m serious, Lila!  You’re gonna get it when I’m free!”  Her voice had a panicked tone to it now.

    “Hey, hey, just calm down, Rel.  I think this is going to release us once the door’s all the way open.  I can’t really see the pillar, but the way it’s going down, I think it’s like a counterweight or something. The rubbing thing, that’s just for whatever ritual they performed down here… probably.”

    Before Releana could respond, the pillar behind Lila finally passed below her crotch.  There was a rumble and a shake as the doors came to a stop.  Lila felt a draft on her raised backside, then felt smaller movements through the stone below her and through the restraints.  “Okay, it’s starting the release!” she said, hoping she was right.

    As she spoke, Lila felt the stone restraints shifting around her.  However, instead of unlocking, the stones below her began rearranging themselves, bringing her arms out straight instead of having her fingers pointing at one another.  The restraints on her legs slid down onto the floor, bringing her backside with them.  She had little choice but to move with the stones and was soon laying out flat on the floor, legs pressed together.

    “I’m not getting the impression it’s releasing us,” Releana said, her voice muffled and with a distinct tone of annoyance.

    “Uhhh…” Lila replied, trying to understand exactly what was happening.  Nothing on the hieroglyphs had indicated anything like this.  Maybe it had something to do with the holy garments on the carvings?  But the doors had opened even without those.  Was it something to do with them not wearing them?  Was it a trap to catch thieves?  “Okay, so-”

    As Lila tried to come up with something that made sense, the floor shifted quickly and suddenly, tilting upward at a sharp angle that left her upper body raised, while her feet were angled downward.  The suddenness of the movement pressed her against the stone but in the next instant all of the restraints snapped open, and she was flung off the stone slab, straight into the opening that had been revealed in the pillar; what she had thought was the pillar lowering into the floor had only been the front half!  Lila’s back slammed against the wall, and the front of the pillar ground upward rapidly.

    “If I don’t make it out of this, I’m haunting your ghost, Lila Darius!” Releana shouted, just before the pillar slammed shut, leaving Lila in darkness.  But the mechanism wasn’t done, for she heard it clicking and felt more vibrations in the stone around her.

    “What’s next?” Lila muttered, gritting her teeth as she felt desperately around her for some kind of release lever or plate or anything she could manipulate.  “This isn’t looking good…”


    On to Part 2, and things have certainly heated up!  What will Kori find inside the temple?  Will Lila and Releana make it out of their current predicament, or are they trapped?  And what happened to Kanna?  Stay tuned for Part 3 to find out!

    Kinktober Keywords:
    Desperation/Mummification
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  • Sealed Pleasures – Part 1

    Sealed Pleasures – Part 1

    “Lovely place,” Releana said with a displeased sounding sniff.  “The mold and vines really give it that extra something special, you know?  I am so honored that you invited me along, Lila.”

    Lila’s boots scuffed against the dirty stone flooring of the ancient temple as she came to a stop.  She put a hand on her hip and turned to regard Releana, with a shake of her head.  “Could you lay the sarcasm on any thicker?  I mean, seriously…”

    “I suppose I could, yeah, but I’m okay with just how thick it is right now,” Releana replied, smirking.  “I wanted to get off of Sentinel for a while as much as you did, but couldn’t you have brought us to a more exciting place?  I mean, something with a pool, maybe?  Hot girls and boys walking around half-naked?  Or somewhere with skydiving?  You know, something entertaining.  And not covered in muck and crumbling down?”

    Lila turned and spread her arms, motioning to the thickly overgrown walls. “What’s not to love?  And there is a pool!  You saw it out front, right?’

    Releana returned a skeptical frown.  “You mean that pool of sludge that was bubbling and smelled like rotten eggs?  Gross!”

    Snickering, Lila turned and started down the ancient hall once again.  “It’s great for the skin!  Totally!”  Sharing a laugh with the much more muscular human woman behind her, Lila gave her a thumbs up.  “Trust me, Rel, we’ll get a good chunk of what we owe Alyssa out of here, and then just one or two more delves and we’ll be ready to move on, even with Kanna taking some of the payment, and you won’t have to beat any asses again!”

    “I don’t know, I’m kinda starting to enjoy the whips and the bootlicking,” Releana replied, following Lila through a doorway.  “Especially when it’s you doing the licking and getting the loving end of the whip.  You make such pretty sounds when you’re at the end of my leash.”

    Lila’s head shot around.  Releana had sounded way too serious making that statement.  Before she could start to respond, she felt the stone under her foot give, shifting about an inch downward, and heard a faint click reverberate through the stone.  “Oh shit!”  Before she could do anything else, she and Releana were suddenly falling into darkness.

    Moments after they were out of sight, the floor that had fallen away rose and locked back into place as if nobody had ever been there. 

    * * *

    “Um, shouldn’t we hurry and catch up to Lila and Releana?  They’re expecting us to help carry the treasure they find in there,” Kori said, looking up between strands of his purple hair at the giant orc woman sitting before him, peering over the toes of her left foot from his position on the ground in front of her.

    The tablet she had been reading looked small in her hands as she thumbed the screen, then tossed her hand dismissively and grunted.  She sat atop one of the cargo crates from the ship’s hold, legs crossed, one big foot in front of Kori’s face, flecks of dirt on the sole; Kanna didn’t wear shoes, not that Kori had ever seen anyway.  The warm morning was already getting humid at the campsite they had set up by the ship, and sweat was forming on his brow as he waited for her to respond.  “No can do,” she said, at last, her voice a deep rumble.  “The deal was very specific when I agreed to come with you kids.  Kanna the Crusher does nothing without her morning foot massage, and since Lila and Releana decided to sneak away early without giving me what I’m owed, it falls to you.  Besides, those two aren’t going to find anything this soon, except trouble.”

    “Trouble?!  But if that’s the case then shouldn’t we-?”

    Kanna’s deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the clearing, her whole body shaking.  She looked down at Kori hungrily, brushing a strand of her white hair from her tattoo-covered face as she wiggled her similarly tattooed toes.  “Lila is an expert tomb explorer, so she has said many times.  According to her notes here, this whole area used to be a desert, the civilization has been gone for many centuries, and was mostly primitive!  She’ll be fine for another hour.  But your delicious little rump won’t be if I have to wait any longer for my massage.  Fingers and tongue, Kori, fingers and tongue!”  Kanna wiggled her toes again and pointed at her foot insistently.

    Kori sighed, then snagged a hair tie from his pocket and gathered up his hair, quickly pulling it into a ponytail and tying it off.  He took in a breath, noting the strong odor of Kanna’s feet as he leaned forward, feeling his eyes start to water.  “At least I don’t have as sharp a nose as Lila does…” he muttered, hoping he didn’t break a nail on Kanna’s tough feet.  

    * * *

    Their fall into darkness ended with a stinging splash into icy water, and then Lila was tumbling end over end, caught in a strong current.  She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything but the rushing water.  Then her vision filled with a faint blue glow and she was falling again.  She heard Releana scream somewhere behind her, and then she splashed down again into a larger pool, the flow much gentler.  Bluish algae and tendril-like stalks grew from the bottom of the pool below her, and she clawed at the water to reach the surface.  Something big and Releana-shaped landed not far from her and likewise swam upward.  

    Lila broke the surface and coughed up a mouthful of water, choking and gagging, heard Releana doing the same.  “A-are you okay?” she called over the crash of the waterfall, looking toward her friend.

    “Freaking great!” Releana said, laughing and coughing up more water.  “That was the most fun I’ve had this whole trip!  Why didn’t you tell me that was how we were getting down here?”

    “Oh, you know, I didn’t want to spoil the surprise,” Lila said, quickly turning away to take in their surroundings.  Hopefully, Rel wouldn’t figure out that she’d stumbled into a trap and that wasn’t actually the route she’d intended… The passage they had come through was perhaps three meters by three based on the size of the square opening the water poured from, another ten or twelve meters to the surface of the pond.  The only light seemed to be from the plant life in the pool and the quintet of cut-stone channels that came off of it, the bioluminescent plants filling the cavernous space with a dull bluish hue.  Even though the walls of the cavern were crumbling or covered in old, dead vines, Lila could make out distinctly carved shapes in the stone, some kind of hieroglyphic language.  “Better get to shore and see if we can call Kori and Kanna, let them know where we went.”

    “If we can even get signal down here,” Releana replied pointing a thumb toward the shore to their left.  At Lila’s nod, she led the way, easily pushing through the water with her powerfully built body.  “So what is this place?  I wasn’t expecting something like this beneath that broken-down temple up there.”

    “I’d say it has some kind of ritualistic significance,” Lila replied.  “There must be a pretty big underground network here, and all this water probably leads to other chambers, or maybe the channels traverse the temple proper and wind up back at a central area.  I might be able to tell you more in a minute when I can read some of those hieroglyphs.”

    “What hieroglyphs?”  Releana asked as she found footing on the edge of the pool by a short set of stairs leading to the stone floor, walking out of the water, waiting on Lila to catch up.  Her eyes were not as sensitive in the dim light as a kerryn’s, after all.  As they started out of the pool, they noticed that some of the glowing plant life had stuck to their boots, and quickly kicked the slimy stuff off.  

    Once out of the water, Lila pointed to the wall closest to them and walked toward it.  She dug into her sodden pack and pulled out a flashlight, clicked it on, then pulled some old vines away.  “Here.  They’re all over the chamber from what I could see in the pool; it would probably take a few weeks to study if this were a proper archeological expedition.  But since it isn’t, I’ll try for the short version.”

    As Lila studied the markings along the walls, Releana dug into her own pack and pulled out the waterproof container she’d put their comms and backup radio in, popped the seal, and took up her comm.  Sure enough, no signal.  She switched it over to radio mode and hit the switch on the side.  “Kori?  Kanna?  Can you guys hear me?”  She paused for a few seconds, tried again.  “Hey, you two aren’t doing anything naughty without us, are you?”

    With only static greeting her as the device scanned through the various channels, reporting no signals on any of them, Releana turned the screen off and picked up the radio.  It was older tech, sure, but it was dedicated to providing communication in less-than-ideal locations and had a stout, thick antenna coming off the top.  She clicked the knob on and tried again, calling for their companions across all channels, but getting no response on any of them.  “Well, they’re either not listening or we’re not getting the signal out of this place.”

    “Could be either-or, really,” Lila said, tugging at more vines.  “Kanna’s probably grumpy I didn’t give her that morning massage and is making Kori do it.”

    Releana stepped up beside Lila, stowing their comms and radio again for the moment.  “Was that mean of us to sneak out like that?”

    “Nah,” Lila said quickly, waving her hand dismissively; she certainly hadn’t wanted yet another morning starting off with the taste of Kanna’s feet in her mouth.  There had been too much of that on the trip to this planet already.  “Anyway, I’m starting to see repeated symbols here.  I think these are prayers of some form or another.  This one here is some sun or sky god, and these are the people praying to it, and this is the water from the heavens being spread amongst the people of the empire, that kind of thing.  The same patterns have been repeated a few times already.”

    “So what do these mean?” Releana pointed at a particular group of symbols that showed a humanoid figure with a large headdress standing atop a tall building, maybe the very temple they were inside of now, a dozen figures kneeling below.  Then some kind of light surrounding them, changing them into…a cocoon?  Then the next symbols showed something like the cocoon being placed into some form of container and being spirited away to the heavens, toward the sun that represented one of their deities.

    Lila looked at the symbols for a moment and rubbed at her chin with her finger.  “Um…I think it could either be a sacrificial sort of ritual or perhaps this is representing a ruler who has reached the end of their time in the physical world and is being sent to live amongst the gods in this sacred vessel.  At least that tends to be the nature of these kinds of things in a majority of humanoid species.”

    “Oh, okay.  So where do we go from here?”  Releana asked, fishing another flashlight from her pack, shining it around the chamber.  “Looks like five paths and only two of us.  Do we split up?”  Lila was about to reply when Releana stuck her finger in Lila’s face, right between her eyes.  “That was a trick question!  After what happened in that asylum, we’re never splitting up again, got it?  And if you don’t get it, I’m bending you over my knee and spanking you until you do get it!”

    Lila held her hands up in surrender, flashing a grin.  “I surrender, oh mistress of the ponygirls!  Your loyal servant shall not leave thy side!”  Snickering, and getting a chuckle and a sly grin from Releana in return, Lila pointed at the central channel, then tapped her nose.  “Let’s try this one first; I’ve got that feeling that we’ll find something good that way.”

    * * *

    “C-can we go after Lila and Rel now?  I think it’s been long enough,” Kori said softly into Kanna’s sizeable breasts.  The big orcress’s arms were wrapped firmly around him and held him tight to her, his face nestled between her firm mounds, breathing in her sweaty scent mixed with that of the fur loincloth and top she wore.  It was almost enough to make him forget the pungent flavor of her feet that still lingered in his mouth…almost.

    “Mmmm…I guess we probably should,” Kanna rumbled after another few seconds of breathing deeply, her hold on Kori finally loosening.  “Lila has never made me come from a foot massage before.”

    Kori blushed as Kanna released him, and he crawled off of her.  He’d not expected the responses he had gotten from her once he’d started the massage, but then he’d gotten really into the moment and had given it his best when she had started moaning, and one thing led to another and when she’d had her climax, she had snatched him up and held him to her chest, almost out of some kind of reflex, and had held him there for several minutes.  “I uh…I’ve been told I have a way with my mouth.”

    Kanna sat up once he had gotten off of her, a wide smile showing her teeth behind her tusks.  “Not just your mouth, but your fingers too.  You’re going to have to do that again when we find those two. And you’re going to have to show Lila how to do it properly from now on.”

    “Um…I don’t think there’s time for that really,” Kori said quickly, hurrying to pick up his backpack, noticing the flashing light on his comm.  “Hey look, we missed a radio transmission!  They must’ve found something!”  He quickly keyed in the channel and called out to Lila and Releana, keeping a wary eye on Kanna as the orcress continued staring hungrily at him.  He shivered, some deep, primal response to an orc looking at an elf in such a way.  “Lila?  Rel?  Hello?  Are you there?  Hello?”  He snatched up the radio, keyed to the channel he’d received the transmission on, and tried again, but got no response.  “Out of range maybe?”

    “Probably underground too far,” Kanna said, finally coming to her feet, stretching, her big muscles looking even bigger as she did so.  It took an impressive physique to make Releana look small, but Kanna did so easily.  She stood more than three feet over Kori’s head, towering at over eight feet, and was several hundred pounds of muscle heavier; he’d not managed to get the whole story, but the rumor was she had actual giant blood in her.  Then again, other rumors said that the many arcane tattoos that were upon her skin were responsible for her massive size, and could be dispelled with the right magic, shrinking her to something closer to his own size.  Either way, she was admitting to nothing. She snatched up her own satchel, an ancient-looking leather thing with bones for ornamentation and arcane symbols burned into it, throwing it over her shoulder.  “Well, come on, loverboy, let’s go see what kind of trouble they’ve gotten themselves into.”

    “Maybe they’re not in trouble…”

    Kanna put her big, meaty fists on her hips and fixed Kori with a raised eyebrow.  “Tell me again about your previous adventures together and then tell me you believe they’re not in trouble.”

    Kori looked back at her for a moment, then sighed.  He turned to one of the equipment cases, keyed in the unlock code, and snatched out a submachine gun.  He slapped a magazine in and quickly worked the bolt to load a round into the chamber, made sure the safety was on, then snatched up a few more magazines, stuffing them into his pack before slinging the gun over his shoulder.  He really hoped he didn’t have to use the gun, but it was a jungle out there, after all, and Lila had a knack for getting into the worst possible situations.

    * * *

    “Rel, this is going to take forever if you keep stopping at every intersection,” Lila said, looking back over her shoulder.  They had been following the central tunnel, lit by the glowing plant life in the three-foot-wide channel that flowed through it.  There had been a veritable maze of tunnels branching off from this one, likely intersecting with the other passages, but she still felt they were on the right track.  

    Releana had frozen in place, looking down the adjoining passageway with wide eyes, her flashlight sweeping through the faintly lit gloom.  “But…I know I heard someone moving down there.”

    “You’re probably hearing echoes of our footsteps; it always stops when we do, right?”

    “Yeah, but…I…” Releana looked back at Lila, obviously worried.  “I…I feel like there are other people here though.  Or, maybe not people, but something like people?  It’s hard to explain.  I…feel like maybe it’s like those ghosts in the asylum, you know?”

    Lila ran a hand through her still-damp hair, her tail flicking back and forth as she leaned against the wall, listening to the faint gurgle of the passing water for a moment.  Releana had started developing her psychic senses since they had returned from Aclaysia, though she had been relying on her own instincts and some little guidance from a couple of the sisters at the church of Yurisaya, mostly in meditation techniques to help her clear her mind; actual psychics were still pretty hard to come by since a lot of people didn’t trust them, especially those that could read minds.  “Okay, so just describe what you’re feeling.  Is it a bad kind of feeling, like those nurses?  Malevolent, I guess?”

    Releana bit her lower lip, looking back along the flashlight beam into the darkness beyond.  “I…don’t think so?  It’s elusive, what I’m sensing; there for a moment, then gone, and maybe it’s more like curiosity.  And it’s been all around us, and I’m pretty sure there have been multiple minds that I’ve touched.  I think they know I can sense them because as soon as I make contact they’re gone.  It’s really weird, you know?”

    Nodding, Lila looked back along the tunnel they were following in the direction they had come from, then in the direction they were going.  “I get what you’re saying, sure, but without being psychic myself, I can’t say with certainty.  These might be actual ghosts, Rel, not like those evil things in the asylum, but the spirits of the ancient people that used to live here.  We’re traversing hallowed ground, so just maybe they’re still attached to the place.  These kinds of ghosts won’t actually hurt us and we probably won’t ever see them.”

    A high-pitched titter echoed faintly from one of the tunnels.

    Releana stiffened immediately, eyes as big as saucers.  “Oh crap, that sounded like a child!  Creepy child ghosts!”

    “Hey, hey, calm down, that’s not abnormal with ghosts,” Lila said as soothingly as she could, stepping over to Releana, taking hold of the bigger woman’s shaking forearm.  “You’re a budding psychic now, so you have to remember that spirits can feed off of your energy.  That means they may be more active, may even be able to manifest visibly if they take enough of it.  Ghosts making sounds is totally normal, okay?  And that might just be an echo from the past; some structures can act as a recorder for sounds, especially where water and crystal are involved; this kind of stone is probably full of quartz or other kinds of crystal that can store or amplify that kind of energy.”

    Nodding along as Lila explained what they could be hearing, Releana closed her eyes, drew in her breath slowly, then let it out.  She repeated this several times, and finally stopped shaking.  When she opened her eyes again, she managed a half-smile at Lila, looking at least steady, if not entirely confident.  “Whatever these things may be, we still have to find a way out of here, right?”

    Grinning, Lila patted Releana’s arm.  “Right.  I can hear a slight shift in the sound of the water flow coming from up ahead, so I think we’re about to reach another chamber.  With any luck, it’s a treasure room, and we’ll have another path to take that’ll lead us out of here.”

    “I’m all for a change of scenery,” Releana said, taking hold of Lila’s hand.  She started forward, actually taking the lead, her big strides forcing Lila to scramble to keep up.

    “Hey, slow down!” Lila said, laughing.

    That got Releana laughing too, but she didn’t stop, actually sped up instead, at least for another couple of dozen meters before she slowed.  Lila had spotted the brighter light moments before, but Releana’s weaker eyes must have just picked up on it when she finally stopped.  “Oh, you see that?  It’s brighter up there.”

    “Yep,” Lila said, easing around Releana to take the lead again.  She sniffed the air, getting a peculiar scent of something earthy and with a mix of something vaguely acidic.  “Do you still sense the spirits?  Any of them up ahead?”

    Closing her eyes, Releana breathed steadily for a few moments, then nodded.  “They’re still lingering around us, just not getting closer.  I feel like there are a couple at least up ahead.”

    “Hopefully just curious who their visitors are after all this time,” Lila said, patting Releana’s thigh.  “Just the same, stay back a little bit from me, okay?”

    “You know I don’t have a problem backing you up and all, but do guns even work on ghosts?” Releana asked, patting the holster strapped to her thick thigh.

    “Not with the bullets we brought along, but you could try foul language.”

    Releana snorted as she suppressed a laugh, but she drew out her machete from the side of her backpack instead, giving Lila a thumbs up.  “Might not work either, but at least I’ll feel better.”

    Flashing a wide grin at her friend, Lila stepped forward cautiously, Releana following along a few meters behind.  As the gloom brightened, the acrid scent grew stronger, and so did the vegetation growing on the walls and floors.  It was more of the faintly luminescent plants, growing up and out of the water to cover pretty much all the surfaces she could see.  Sure enough, the water flowed into a larger chamber, almost even with the surface of the water inside, the pathway they had been traversing ending in what looked like a set of algae-covered steps that went down into a brightly lit and highly vegetated pool.  

    The chamber was sizeable, probably at least twenty meters square, and had four other openings, two on either wall to their right and left, each with one of the channels feeding water into the room, and a larger, more ornately decorated passageway across the expanse of water, this one twice as wide as the other openings, with two large columns and an overhanging roof framing it, and with what looked liked vaguely humanoid shapes covered in vegetation standing in front of either column.  Gauzy whisps of brownish cloth hung from the overhang, and from the roof inside the opening, fluttering faintly as a light breeze tickled the ancient remnants of some kind of decorations.  Looking upward, Lila saw darkness, and after a moment, very faint spots of light overhead.  “Maybe there’s a link to the surface up there, but it’s so far up I can’t really tell,” she whispered.  She sniffed again, nose wrinkling at the overwhelming plant scent mixing with the acrid odor.

    “So where do we go from here?”  Releana asked in a tense whisper.

    “We have to cross the chamber to that doorway over there,” Lila said.  She frowned as she looked at the steps that vanished into the water, noticed that there was a matching set of steps to her right, and beneath the other doors in the chamber.  Looking into the water, it was severely overgrown beneath the surface, long tendrils and leafy stalks floating and swaying gently in the combined flow of the water from the various channels. Patches of mossy growth floated on the still surface.  Though it was hard to gauge just how thick the plants were down there, Lila guessed the chamber descended at least ten meters, maybe a bit more, but there didn’t appear to be any other paths or overhangs they could use to circle the chamber.  “I think all these plants have blocked the water flow; I don’t think this chamber should be flooded like this, and it looks like the only way through is to swim.”

    “Ugh, really?”

    “Fraid so…” Lila replied, stepping cautiously to the mossy edge, boots squishing in the moist vegetation.  She crouched, frowning at the water.  There was something wrong with it, something about the way it flowed that didn’t seem quite right.  And what was that acidic smell about?  Was it just the normal odor these plants produced?

    “Hey, Lila…”

    Turning her head to look back at Releana, Lila jumped when Releana suddenly screamed, a look of terror flashing across her face a half-second after the sound of a hand landing sharply against the human’s behind.  Deep laughter boomed behind her, and then Releana was running, putting Lila in mind of a charging warhorse, though with a wild look of fear on her face.  

    “Rel!” Lila shouted, trying to calm the bigger woman, but it was too late.  Before Releana could stop herself, she collided with Lila, and the two of them fell into the water with a splash.  The moment they broke the surface, Lila realized what had been wrong with the water.  There was a layer of very transparent slime over the surface, and worse, it was sticky.

    Even worse than that, though, as the two of them flailed to reach the surface in an attempt not to sink any deeper than they already had, were the long tendril-like plants that had started writhing beneath them.  More sprouted from the lusher bluish-green leafy plants toward the bottom of the pool, thicker and definitely prehensile. Dozens of them reached for the pair.  

    Tentacles?!

    * * *

    “If this is Lila’s definition of clearing a path, she’s dumber than I gave her credit for,” Kanna said, tearing through more vines and crashing through saplings.

    Kori nimbly ducked below one of the saplings that whipped back at him as the orcress continued forward, frowning at her back.  “I have a machete!  And this wasn’t grown up like this yesterday!  We had a clear path all the way to the temple!”

    Kanna grunted in reply, ripping through more foliage, finally tearing through into the clearing where the temple lay.  “And you said you went all the way to the top and inside the entryway?”

    “Yeah, we did!” Kori said, scrambling to get around Kanna, though he came to a sudden stop beside her.  He gasped as he took in the clearing, or rather, what had been a clearing.  The whole area around the base of the temple was overgrown with thick vines and all kinds of leafy plants that hadn’t been there before.  Even the temple itself had new growth over the square stones that composed its structure, vines thick with age, new trees that weren’t there before growing from different levels of the boxy structure.  At the very top, the square-shaped entryway was completely closed off, vines having now grown up to cover it, entwining themselves in thick gnarls and seemingly forming a tree upon the roof.  “B-but…it wasn’t like this!”

    Kanna grunted again, but then she raised her hands, working her thick fingers in surprisingly agile motions for one so large, uttering an incantation in her orcish tongue.  She swept her hands in front of her as she finished the guttural chant, nodding.  “Magic was used here recently,” she said.  She put her fists on her hips.  “Come on and show yourself!” she bellowed, her voice filling the still, muggy air of the clearing.  “You aren’t fooling me!  I can see the trails of your illusions crisscrossing this area, you know!  For every minute you make me wait, it’s a bone I’m breaking!”

    “Do you really have to say stuff like that?” Kori asked, his voice a tense whisper.  “This is probably sacred ground for someone, and we aren’t wanted here!”

    “That’s usually how it goes with tomb-robbing,” Kanna said, taking several steps into the foliage.  “Hey, show yourself!  Don’t make me hunt you down!”

    Still not exactly sure how someone as boorish as Kanna could be an arcanist, especially when she acted like this, Kori swatted at some little insects that seemed awfully intent on making his ears their new home.  As he did, he heard the faintest of laughter over the orcress’s bellowing challenge.  That made him freeze in place, ears twitching, eyes scanning slowly amongst the overgrowth.  There, off to the left, was that…?

    Kanna crashed through more foliage, actually ripped a fairly sizable tree from the ground, and tossed it aside.  “That’s one bone broke!”

    “Hey, could you shut up for a second?  I think I heard something!” Kori hissed.

    Kanna turned and bellowed a laugh.  “Of course you heard something!”  She then grabbed another tree and pulled, the muscles in her arms swelling.  As she pulled the tree, she hauled off and kicked it with a leg thicker than the trunk, snapping it, then took the upper half of the now-broken trunk and tossed it at the temple.  “Two bones!  If you like nature so much, better stop pissing me off!”

    Kori stopped himself short of calling out Kanna’s behavior; he wondered if she could be worse, then feared that she’d take any such inquiries as a challenge.  If this was the best example of an arcanist they could afford- His ears twitched again and he swatted at the air around his ears, but then he heard the faint laughter again, then a few distinct words, some kind of chanting near the temple.  That language…it had been a long time since he’d heard it, but he recognized it.  It was only spoken by the fae folk!  “Kanna, you muscle head, stop that!”

    As the orcress turned toward him, looking like she was ready for an argument, the ground exploded around her.  New plants erupted from the dirt, big mounds of vines and tree-like limbs.  With the crack of wood and rustle of leaves, they took on shapes of something vaguely humanoid, at least five of them.  They were just as tall as Kanna was, and their vines twitched like whips at the ends of their limbs as they moved toward her.

    “You want me to fight these things?  That’s fine with me!  I love a good fight!” Kanna roared a challenge at the approaching plant creatures.

    “Oh come on,” Kori groaned, ears sagging as the first of the plant things reached Kanna.  He couldn’t hear anything now, and going head to head against animated plants was no way to deal with the fae.  

    As it whipped its tendrils at her, she moved like lightning, stepping aside and snatching the tendrils in her own hands. Roaring again, she hauled at the tendrils even as they wrapped about her arms and pulled the massive plant monster off its trunk-like legs, swung it over her head, and sent it crashing into one of its companions.  She swung about with a quick roundhouse kick, landing her heel against the ‘head’ of another walking plant, and sent it crashing to the ground.

    Grimacing, Kori took up the submachine gun, held it in his hands, and considered using it.  The bullets wouldn’t have much effect on moving shrubbery, at least, he didn’t think they would.  He considered the machete he’d brought along; that would probably be more effective.  He turned his head, ear twitching as he finally managed to pick up another handful of faint words of the fae language.  The fae, invisible, had moved from the temple, or perhaps these were different ones.

    He heard the buzz of rapidly beating wings, not unlike those of large dragonflies, darting past him, then a second set, then the two crossed him again.  Kori heard a very faint conversation, couldn’t decipher all of the rapidly spoken words but thought he recognized a couple of them.  The words that meant ‘danger’ and ‘death’.  Then the invisible creatures were gone, at least as far as he could sense.

    Still considering if he was under attack or not, Kori’s attention was drawn to Kanna, who roared again, leaping atop one of the plant monsters, driving it to the ground with both feet, wood cracking and snapping as she did so.  She was chanting something in orcish again, her hands working deftly as the hostile vegetation continued attacking, the ones she had slammed together back on their feet, the one under her seeming to be only slightly inconvenienced, the others charging forward with reckless abandon.  

    Flames played over her hands in the next moment, and Kanna leaped off the shoulders of one of the creatures as it lunged for her, throwing said flames at the ground below her like a-

    The fireball exploded and the force of the fiery blast propelled Kanna higher into the air.  She twisted as the magical flames consumed the plant monsters, wood cracking and splitting beneath the intense heat, leaves shriveling and burning.  She landed in a crouch a good ten meters away from where she had been, standing and crossing her arms with a satisfied grin on her face as the creatures burned.

    Kori noticed that Kanna had landed beside the stagnant pool at the temple’s base.  Before he could react or utter a warning, a writhing mass of muddy tentacles burst from the pool, easily twice as long as Kanna was tall, the bases of them thicker than Kanna’s thighs, and whipped out at the orcress, slapping themselves around her limbs and neck.  In the next moment, she was pulled into the pool with a choked cry.  There was a big splash, a lot of sloshing of stagnant water out of the pool.  By the time Kori made it to the edge of the pool and reached in, the water had gone still.  He could feel nothing as he groped into the muddy pool, and he knew Kanna was gone.


    My first Kinktober 2021 story begins! Join Lila Darius and friends on another (mis)adventure in her quest for treasures from times long ago! Will her luck improve this time as delves into an ancient tomb, or will she find herself in a bind?

    Well, it’s me, so you can probably guess how this is going to go, lol.

    This is Part 1 of 4. I had planned to have several other stories done by now, but life and my over-active mind stretched this whole story to something like 40k words, so…yeah, I’m a bit late getting this posted.

    Expect the next part later this week; the full version of the story will be here, while only previews of upcoming parts will be available on DA.

    Also look forward to a few other stories to go along with Kinktober, even if it’s after the end of the month.

    Kinktober Keywords:
    Desperation/Mummification
    Water/Tentacles
    Sink/Buried
    Fairy Tale/Shrunk

    Would love to hear any feedback you might have!  If you don’t mind, would you consider taking this little poll I’ve created?  I would love to hear what you think!  You can find it here!

    You can also hit me up here or over on DeviantArt, or on my Discord server!

    Until next time!  Urban, out!

  • The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy – Epilogue 5

    Epilogue 5 – When Seafood Attacks

    Catherine let out a long, low moan, pawing at her crotch and the wide, pink leather belt that covered it, and not for the first time that day.  “Please hurry, Laura…I can’t stand this much longer!” she said breathlessly, tugging the belt around her waist back and forth, bumping the locks with her paws.  The vibrators in her pussy and ass were humming softly, nearly drowned out by the music from the radio on Laura’s nightstand, keeping her on edge.

    In the weeks since Pink Pussy had at last been captured and the true villain, or at least one of them, responsible for the thefts and missing persons had been caught, Catherine had seen little of the outside world.  She had expected to be languishing in a jail cell while the justice system had tried to figure out exactly how to handle the messed up situation, she just hadn’t expected the lawyer she had wound up with to be so persuasive, or to be working for free.  And he wasn’t just some scrub of a public defender either; he was B. Lial, of Lial and Associates, himself.  He’d said it was one of those cases that could be a landmark, or something to that effect, and he’d be more than happy to represent Pink Pussy.

    So, after a wild series of arguments between him and the fire and brimstone prosecutor, Gabriella something-or-other, each spouting legalese that had made her head spin, Pink Pussy had been let off the hook, free to roam, so to speak.  What she hadn’t expected was that a cell had been waiting for her at home.

    Not a cell, for that was far too roomy; a cage, to be more precise about the description of her current digs.  Upon returning to the apartment that day after her release, the change from Pink Pussy back to her normal self had been a difficult one, her alter ego seemingly not wanting to go after so many months, but at last she had reverted back to herself, and promptly fell asleep on the couch, much to Laura’s chagrin.  The transformation back usually left her horny as hell, but this time, it had simply left her exhausted.  The next morning, or rather, early afternoon, when Catherine had finally awoken, she’d found Laura busily preparing her big surprise for Catherine: a surprise punishment in fact.  Cat had barely recalled Laura saying she’d taken a couple weeks off from the job once she had told Cat what exactly that punishment had entailed.

    Cat blew out her breath slowly, squirming again, circling her cage on hands and knees as the buzzing continued; she could feel the moisture around the belt that covered her crotch and streaming down her thighs, and her erect nipples ached as they rubbed against the furry material that covered them.  Would those batteries ever die?!

    Though Laura had softened the blow with a big breakfast that day, she had laid down the law in a way that Catherine hadn’t seen her often do outside of her job.  Under nothing but the most extreme emergencies was Catherine to transform herself into Pink Pussy for at least a month, nor was she allowed out of the apartment without Laura’s strict supervision.  Of course, Cat had tried to protest, but Laura hadn’t had any of it, describing in agonizing detail how many sleepless nights she’d suffered after Cat’s disappearance, not to mention the stress of always being just a step behind her once the string of thefts had started.  So, Laura had decided to purchase a few things to make sure that Catherine was a good girl, and depending on her behavior during that time, would see about letting her out again after that month was up.

    What Catherine hadn’t expected was the cage that was now at the foot of Laura’s bed, nor had she expected the outfit Laura had picked out for her to wear.  She’d been floored, really, and when she had asked Laura if she was serious, it had earned Catherine a spanking that had left her rear end stinging, though Laura’s hand was just as sore given how firm Cat’s ass was; her time as Dollface’s unwilling slave, stuck in her Pink Pussy persona hadn’t reduced the firm, muscled tone of her behind in the slightest.

    So now, unless they had a reason to go out, Cat was under house arrest, and had a selection of a half dozen of the same outfit to wear every day, though at least once a week she was allowed normal clothes, if she was allowed clothes at all, and only because her other outfits were in the laundry.  Her usual ‘prison uniform’ consisted of a costume version of the Pink Pussy that was sold on various adult shops across the internet and throughout the city, its pink color contrasting well with Cat’s naturally tan skin and bleached blond hair.  The body of the costume consisted of a furry leotard, the faux pink fur situated just like her ‘natural’ fur was, keeping her nipples and pussy out of sight while hinting at everything that lay beneath.  Opera-length gloves and thigh-length stockings with matching furry strips, big stuffed paws for hands and feet, and a headband with furry cat ears and a clip-on tail usually completed the ensemble, but Laura had gone the extra mile.

    Catherine figured that the outfit as Laura had composed it was more like the hardcore S&M crowd’s preferred version of Pink Pussy’s likeness, and she had purchased only a single copy of the expensive extras.  Making sure that Cat couldn’t slip out of her imposed punishment, Laura had added a pair of leather paw gloves in the same bright pink color, with locking straps at Cat’s wrists and just below her elbows, which she then stuffed into the oversized paw mitts, said mitts extending to the elbows and covering up the inner mittens completely.  A similar pair of booties went over Cat’s feet and were locked at the ankle and just below the knee, the straps on her toes pulled tight up toward her heels, making it basically impossible to lower her foot to walk upright, and another pair of big furry paws were slid into place over top of them.

    As if that weren’t enough, Laura had a modified version of the cat ears that were attached to a pink leather head harness, with a cat-like muzzle attached.  The muzzle had plenty of room for a gag, either a ball or something that looked like a fat, short penis, but thankfully Laura hadn’t used either of those too often, only when Cat had complained too much about her confinement.  Instead, she was satisfied with having the leather muzzle in place over Catherine’s nose and mouth.  A wide leather collar with a big brass bell had been added to Cat’s neck as well, locked into place with another padlock of course, and the bell almost never stopped jingling unless Cat was asleep.

    And yet, that hadn’t been enough for Laura, who insisted that a proper Pink Pussy needed a tail.  The version of the cat tail Laura had picked was connected to a butt plug, which had elicited a wide-eyed stare from Cat, but then Laura had revealed the belt that went with it, and Cat had blurted out that Laura had gone crazy.  Another spanking ensued, this time with Laura making use of a small wooden paddle, a little bonus item from her big purchase on the kinky shop’s website, and Cat had finally agreed to allow Laura to use the devices on her.  The two had played around for years, but Laura had never been quite so domineering before.  It was a bit of a surprising change for sure, but Cat couldn’t exactly say she didn’t like it, had grown to really enjoy it, in fact.  Seeing her friend take on such a forceful attitude and a commanding tone was something else that really worked for her.

    And so, Cat rested on her knees within the cage that had become her home within the apartment, rubbing at her crotch with the paws she couldn’t remove, moaning softly as the vibrators continued their unrelenting edging, breathing in through the muzzle that covered her face.  One of the devious devices was contained within the tail plug, and the other was simply an egg-shaped device Laura lovingly slid inside Cat’s usually-already-moist pussy.  The control units for each were attached to the waist portion of the belt, safely secured inside locked pouches, which itself was locked in several places to ensure it wasn’t easily removed.

    For Laura’s part, she hadn’t been overly mean or anything, just very strict in enforcing Cat’s punishment.  Not only was Cat now expected to be the apartment’s new pet mascot, she had been required to act the part, which meant she stayed on all fours a lot, and had to make meowing and purring sounds fairly often, and had to generally act like a cat, nuzzling Laura, getting head scratches, that kind of thing.  The first few days of following such behaviors were difficult to be sure, but Laura was ready and waiting with a swat of her heart-shaped riding crop if Cat complained too much; Cat preferred the paddle, but Laura seemed to prefer the more satisfying smack of the crop.  The way Laura dommed her was exciting, though, and had made her wonder why they’d never tried out such things before.

    From her cage, Cat looked over to Laura’s closet, and in the direction of the gun safe that was tucked away behind Laura’s clothes.  She had a suspicion as to Laura’s sudden interest in pet play.  Laura hadn’t kept her secret from Cat long; she’d told Cat about her experience as Gun Bunny the first night they’d been back in the apartment together, what she’d done to Dollface to save the other new heroines, to save all those others that had been under Dollface’s control.  She hadn’t gone out for heroics again, not yet; she had insisted that Gun Bunny wasn’t making another appearance until Pink Pussy returned, and before that, Cat needed to spend some time as herself.

    It was kind of funny though, a bunny dominating a big cat like her.

    But that wasn’t the only reason Gun Bunny hadn’t made another appearance.  Laura had been rattled by having to make that shot, to do the very thing that had kept her out of the city’s SWAT sniper team.  Even though Dollface had survived the shot, her mask having taken the brunt of the impact, and was now in a coma in the ICU at the Edgewater Institute, Laura hadn’t been too relieved about it.  Cat saw how unsettled Laura’s sleep was, even though a couple weeks had passed between the incident and Cat’s return to the apartment.  She was getting better though, and had started sleeping full nights again, at least as her job would allow once her vacation was up.  She’d admitted that a big part of that was not being alone anymore, that having Cat with her again had eased the burden.  And maybe that’s where part of that dominant spark had come from, her drive to take control of herself while she was in control of Cat.

    The sound of the door locks clicking at the front of the apartment drew Cat’s attention away from the gun safe, and she scrambled over the pillows and padding at the bottom of the cage to the side pointing at the bedroom door, eager to see Laura.  Paws raising to the bars, she glanced at the clock; only about thirty-five minutes had passed.  A little longer than Laura had expected she would be gone, but not too much.

    After the door closed and locked again, Cat watched Laura come briefly into view, moving by the far end of the hall to the kitchen, a couple big paper bags in her arms.  Cat shook the cage door, and gave her rather impressive imitation of a loud, attention-seeking meow.  It wasn’t anything like she could do when she was transformed of course, but still, pretty good.

    “Patience, my little pussycat,” Laura called from the kitchen.

    Cat meowed again, then rattled the cage door more excitedly, wiggling her hips, feeling the tail sway behind her as the vibrators continued their unabated teasing.  She eased back, resting on her knees, forepaws going to her tits again, rubbing at her hard nipples, kneading them together as she made another needy mewling sound.  She pressed her thighs together, bouncing so much that her head brushed the top of the cage.

    Finally, Laura appeared and came down the hall, stopping at the doorway to her bedroom with hands on her hips, looking down at Cat with a playful grin on her face.  “My, what an impatient girl you are!  Does my big kitty need to use the bathroom?”

    Meowing again, Cat shook her head, causing the bell at her neck to jingle, and pushed up her breasts, then rubbed one paw between her legs.

    “Ohhh, poor darling,” Laura replied, walking up to the bars and reaching in with both hands.  Her hands found Cat’s chin as she eagerly leaned forward, resting on her front paws.  Laura scratched affectionately at Cat’s head, her other hand soon going behind one of Cat’s ears.  “Did my big kitty miss me?”

    Affecting a purr, Cat leaned closer, pressing her muzzle against Laura’s leg as she received her lovings, reaching out to paw at Laura’s leg.  It was the same game they played whenever Laura got back home, but it hadn’t gotten old for them.  Before her ordeal with Dollface, Cat would never have taken on such a submissive role, but something had definitely changed for her, too.  Maybe it was because she’d actually been scared out there, totally helpless and with almost no control over her actions, her future dictated by a psychotic English lady with a doll fetish.  But her best friend, lover, and the trio of new heroines had come and saved her, then Laura had taken up a heroic persona all her own and taken care of that horrible doll-faced bitch with a high-caliber bullet to the head.  What wasn’t to love about that?

    All the attention Cat had been getting from Laura after her homecoming had been icing on the cake.  Even with her restricted to the apartment and wearing her faux Pink Pussy costume most days, Cat had felt wonderful being in control of herself again.  It was a strange kind of freedom to be sure, but it felt right to her, and they had both enjoyed more than a few wonderful nights entangled in one bed or another.

    “Must be hitting the right spot…someone’s drooling,” Laura said softly.

    Coming out of her reverie, Cat felt her face growing hot and jerked backward, turning her head away and wiping at the drool that escaped the muzzle with her paws.  How Laura could manage to make her do that still mystified her!  It had to be something relating to all the time she’d spent in her transformed state; maybe her Pink Pussy persona had imprinted itself more upon her than she had originally thought?

    Laura stepped away, laughing as she plucked the cage key from the wall by the bedroom door, within sight of Cat but safely out of reach about ten feet away, not that she could have used it with her mitten and paw-covered hands anyway, and then crouched in front of the door once she had returned, undoing the lock and pulling the bar, swinging the cage open.

    “Woah!”

    Cat was out in a flash, giving an excited meow before Laura could stand, leaping atop her.  She had Laura on the floor and on her back, straddling her friend and pressing herself against Laura’s body, their breasts squeezing against one another.  She nuzzled Laura’s face and neck, and finally felt Laura’s hands in her hair and on her face again as she laughed.  Cat was still a big girl, after all, and had kept working out as best she could during those days Laura had to go to work, all the exercises she could manage that didn’t involve weights or running or anything like that, so she hadn’t lost much of her physical prowess.  Even if Laura could leap over buildings and run like the wind as Gun Bunny, she was nowhere near as athletic as Cat was normally.

    “Okay, okay, that’s enough Rosa,” Laura said after a while, calling Cat by the pet name she’d been given, patting both sides of Cat’s face.  “I have to get dinner started.”

    The mention of food got Cat’s stomach to speak up in a low rumble; she still hadn’t gotten back to her normal eating habits after being inside that mask for so long, but she hadn’t gained weight since she’d been chowing down like crazy either.  There were some days she’d had four meals plus snacks.  There had to have been changes in her metabolism after such a prolonged change.  After a couple more nuzzles, Cat finally stepped off Laura with a long, low meow, waiting nearby, crouched on all fours.  As Laura got up, Cat pawed at the muzzle, tapping it three times with her right paw.

    “Okay, you can speak,” Laura said, leaning back to sit atop the cage.

    “Can we go out tonight?  It’s been about a month now, right?  I want Mr. Wong’s!” Cat said quickly.  “Please!  It’s been forever!  And I’m getting tired of the apartment!”

    “Hmmm…”  Laura rubbed her chin, considering Cat with a slow downward pan of her eyes.  “I don’t think they allow pets in there.”

    Cat made a pouty face, though it was mostly hidden by the muzzle, but the look in her eyes was enough to get Laura grinning.

    “Okay, I don’t see why not.  I can’t keep you here forever, and you have been really good during your house arrest.  But…” she said, holding up her finger.  “…I still want you wearing your belt when we go out tonight.”

    “Oh, but why?” Cat whined over the constant low buzz from between her legs.

    Laura smirked.  “Because I want you as horny and needy as possible for the after-dinner celebration.  And I have an idea on how I can keep the evening entertaining.  Come on, get to the bathroom, hurry up!” she ordered, clapping her hands.

    “You’ve gotten so bossy!” Cat blurted as she started for the door.

    “Guess who gets to wear her collar tonight too!” Laura said behind her, clearly amused.

    Biting her lip, Cat hurried to the bathroom, not wanting to get herself in deeper trouble with the boss. She had become quite adept at going through the apartment on all fours, so Cat had no trouble reaching the bathroom, Laura following close behind her.  “Do I really have to wear the collar?”  She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, pawed at the big bell.

    “I think it looks good on you,” Laura said, smiling down to Cat as she tugged a keyring from beneath her shirt, lifting it from her neck.  “So, are you going to be a good girl when I unlock that belt for you to shower, or do I need to play the strict warden again?”

    Cat licked her lips as Laura’s hands went to the harness around her head, tugging at the lock as she fitted the key into the slot.  She had certainly been tempted to indulge herself and try to do something about that fire between her legs in the shower.  “So what’ll it cost me if I say I don’t need help but maybe kinda sorta lose control of myself?” she asked, shooting playful eyes at Laura’s reflection.

    “No Mr. Wong’s for dinner tonight for starters,” Laura said, tugging a lock from the harness before moving to the next one.  “And an extension of another week under house arrest.  After your punishment of course.”

    Cat let out a low whimper.  “So mean!” she said in a pouty tone, scrunching her face behind the muzzle.

    “I just can’t take any chances with a dangerous criminal mastermind like you under my watch,” Laura replied, grinning as she sat the locks on the counter before she tugged at the harness straps.  “So, what’ll it be?”

    Cat sighed as Laura pulled the harness, fake ears, and muzzle free, squirming as the vibrators continued their unrelenting stimulation.  Did she really trust herself alone in the shower for ten or fifteen minutes with her horniness off the charts right now?  She glanced up at Laura, who was busy working on the collar’s lock now.  “Better help me out there, warden.”

    Laura leaned down, kissed Cat’s cheek, then unlocked the collar and tugged it away from Cat’s neck.  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

    Cat squirmed anxiously as Laura continued undoing her restraints, tugging her paws off next, then the mittens beneath, followed by the paws on her legs and the booties.  Once Cat was wearing only the leotard and the chastity belt, Laura guided her to her feet and to the shower.  A couple of additions had been made since Cat’s return to the apartment, after the first time she had snuck in a quickie during a shower.  Laura had again used the paddle that evening, and had kept Cat in the cage all night, and most of the next day, except for meals and bathroom breaks.

    Laura worked the leotard down Cat’s shoulders and let her remove her arms from it, leaving the pink, furry material bunched up around her waist as she guided Cat’s hands upward.  A pair of handcuffs dangled overhead from a two-foot chain set into a heavy ring secured to the ceiling, and with practiced ease, Laura ratcheted them into place around Cat’s wrists.

    Only with Cat’s hands thusly secured did Laura unlock the belt, these locks taking a different key from the other restraints.  Laura kept the vibrators running until the belt was unstrapped and ready to remove though, making sure that Cat stayed as aroused as possible.  “My, my, my…so wet down here…” Laura mused as her fingers worked the belt, tail plug, and vibrators free.

    “You should try experiencing it from my side, eh?” Cat said, blowing out her breath slowly, closing her eyes as she wiggled about.  If she could just find a way to get Laura’s fingers to move where she needed them, maybe…

    “Hey, stop squirming!” Laura snapped, giving Cat a swat on her firm ass.

    “But it’s so hard not to!” Cat whined, moaning as the vibrating egg in her pussy was pulled free.  “Maybe if the warden wasn’t so strict…”

    Laura’s hand swatted Cat’s ass again, then tugged at the tail plug.  “Relax a little back here or we’ll be all night waiting for me to pull this thing out.”

    Cat tugged at the handcuffs but blew out her breath and did as she was told, willing herself to relax.  After a few more seconds, Laura managed to finally pull the plug free and set the belt aside, pulling the soaked leotard down Cat’s muscular legs.  Once she was fully naked, Laura guided another cuff onto each of Cat’s ankles, these set into the floor of the shower, keeping her from doing more than twisting about in place.

    With Cat secured, Laura stepped out of the shower and turned on the water, a wide grin on her face when Cat yelped as the cold water slammed into her.  “That should help with your problem a little,” Laura said.  After a few seconds of watching Cat dance about in the handcuffs, Laura finally turned on the hot water and closed the shower door, giving Cat a couple minutes to herself to enjoy the hot spray.

    Cat wanted nothing more at that moment than to reach between her legs and slide her fingers into her hot pussy to send her over the orgasmic edge, but a fitful tug at the handcuffs was all she could manage.  She tried to think of other things, anything except the growing need to climax, tried to enjoy the feel of the hot water beating over her skin.  She turned slowly, as quickly as the cuffs would allow, soaking herself thoroughly, leaning forward to wet her hair.  The impact of the water on her breasts and nipples did little to sate the fire, rather kept it a constant sizzle.

    This had been Laura’s way since Cat had first installed the cuffs in the shower, keeping Cat on edge throughout the day before sharing the shower, then the bed.  She had suspected that Laura had something big planned for the night, something special for Cat’s last night of ‘relaxing incarceration’.  They’d both known it was coming up, though; Cat had already been asking about her clients in her day job as a personal trainer, whether any of them had asked about her sudden disappearance or even wanted to continue with her services.  It was long overdue for her to start contributing to the apartment fund again, and not just from some of her savings.

    And there was the other thing they’d discussed…their second jobs.  When Cat finally transformed herself back to Pink Pussy, there was going to be a storm online, and maybe it would spill out into the real world; there was still a big legal gray zone swirling around her right now.  But Laura was going to be there with her, or rather, Gun Bunny was going to be out there.  Sure, Laura could take care of herself, but the world of super-powered heroics was something else entirely from being a police detective.  Cat snorted.  “It’s a helluva lot different from being a fitness trainer too,” she muttered.

    “Did you say something?” Laura asked, opening the shower door and slipping inside, having stripped off to join Cat.  Her hands wrapped around Cat’s waist, her lips finding the side of Cat’s neck as her breasts touched Cat’s back.

    Cat noted that Laura’s nipples were almost as hard as her own.  She leaned her head to the side, resting it against Laura’s.  “Just thinking out loud.  You know, about getting back into the swing of things.”

    “Mmmm,” Laura replied softly, her fingers tracing along Cat’s hips, then upward, sliding beneath Cat’s breasts as she kissed the other side of Cat’s neck.  “Still worrying over keeping me safe out there?”

    “Not so much as when you first told me about it, but a little,” Cat said, blowing out her breath slowly, squeezing her thighs together in a futile attempt to get over that edge.  “Kinda more worried about finding work, ya know?  Up and disappearing like that’s bound to have put a lot of people out on working with me.”

    “You’ll be fine,” Laura said, not the least bit of doubt in her voice, her fingers slowly cupping Cat’s breasts, opening just enough to allow her nipples between the fingers.  “I’m sure you’ve got a few diehard loyalists, and ‘fit’ is in right now with all the super types showing up.  We’ll come up with a plan, get some new ads and photos worked up.  You know a photographer, right?”

    “Yeah, he’s done all my photoshoots so far,” Cat gave a little shake of her head.  “He’s probably been worried about me; I’ve not been in for new photos for a while.  I’ve used about all of them, you know, guess that’ll be something else to add to the list.  You’ll have to get some shots with me too.”

    Laura laughed.  “That’s your calling card, PP, not mine.”  Her hands squeezed Cat’s breasts, pinching her hardened nipples between her fingers as she rubbed her own against Cat’s back.

    “Maybe, but we’re going to be a team now, right?  That means you’ll have to deal with fans now too,” Cat said, twisting around so that she could plant a quick kiss on Laura’s cheek.  “Besides, I might want a few special photos just for me.  Kyou does the sexy kind of photoshoots too, and the way you fill out that costume is just so hot, babe.”

    “I don’t think I’d have enough space to carry a bunch of prints around; guns and ammo are heavy,” Laura replied, her leg curling around Cat’s, her toes sliding lightly over the top of Cat’s foot.  “I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now, but where do you keep all those photos you leave all over the place?”

    Cat’s lips curled into a wide grin.  “You’ll just have to come out with me a few times and learn the secret, won’t you?  Any more thoughts about customizing your costume?”  They’d had a few discussions about it previously, made a few rough sketches, but had tended to get very distracted by other things and wound up in the bedroom whenever they’d tried to get serious about it.

    “Made a few more sketches on my break the other day, but that kind of thing is out of my league,” Laura replied.  She nibbled at Cat’s ear softly.  “I’ll show you at dinner…assuming we get out of this shower.  I’m feeling the need for your tongue already.”

    “If you think you’ve got it bad right now, try being me, chica,” Cat said, rubbing her ass playfully against Laura.  “You’ve got me running on the edge so close it hurts!  Can’t we maybe just have a little pre-dinner tension releaser?  Hmmm?  Please?  I’ll be a good girl…”

    Laura’s hands lingered on Cat’s chest, and she pressed herself against Cat’s back a little more forcefully, planting multiple kisses on Cat’s neck.  “Oh, I could so go for that right now,” she said, her voice a low, throaty purr.  One hand slipped from Cat’s chest and slid down her wet, toned stomach, brushed the top of her thigh, slipped between her legs.

    Cat sucked in her breath, Laura’s fingers brushing her lower lips, then pressed more forcefully against them, slipped upward, teasingly over her neatly shaved mound.

    “But, we really should hold off until after dinner when we can celebrate properly,” Laura said quickly, her hands vanishing from Cat’s body, her breasts following a second later.  “We’ll never make it to the restaurant if we keep this up.”

    A loud groan escaped from Cat, the a rumble from her stomach, and she jerked at the cuffs, twisting to look back at Laura, who was busying herself getting the bath sponge and soap ready.  “You’re such a tease!  I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!  You felt how hot I am down there, right?  Come on, please?  Just one?”

    Laura squirted the body wash onto the sponge, shooting Cat a devious smirk.  “Oh no, cariña, you’re not getting that until tonight.  I want you just as frustrated as possible for what I’ve got in mind for later.  So far, you’re exactly where I want you.”

    “When did you become this controlling, anyway?”  Cat asked, sighing when the cool sponge started lightly over her shoulders.

    “I’ve been wondering about that,” Laura said.  “I think it was somewhere in the middle of your time with Dollface I started getting the ideas for what I’d do when I got you back, and I really enjoyed them.  I kinda like it, don’t you?”

    “Some parts more than others,” Cat said softly, enjoying the feel of Laura getting her all soaped up.  She pulled at the handcuffs and shackles around her ankles.  “The lack of orgasms has been a serious issue.”

    “Oh, has it really?  News to my ears.  I certainly never noticed any lack of orgasmic delights,” Laura said, her wide grin evident in her voice.  Cat knew that she had first brought up that very issue after the first couple of days in the belt, and repeatedly since.  And of course, Laura would say that; she’d been the one getting all the orgasms, provided by Cat’s hard-working tongue, no less.  “Well, good thing your sentence is almost up; maybe you can get back to your regular schedule?”

    “Hell yes, I can’t wait!  Maybe you should try this treatment when I’m out of the clink, huh?  See how you deal with the belt for a few days.”

    Laura giggled, pressed herself against Cat’s back once more, hugging her.  “You’ll have to catch me first, and I don’t think PP’s up for the challenge.”

    Cat licked her lips, flashing a toothy grin over her shoulder.  “You’re on!  You can’t escape Pink Pussy, bunny girl!  We’ll call it special training for newbie heroines, how’s that?  And when I catch you, you’re gonna be in for it!”

    “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, kitty,” Laura said, giving Cat a playful swat on her butt.  “Now stop trying to distract me, I’m getting hungry!”

    Laura hurried through the sponge bath as quickly as she could from there, and though Cat was in a playful, horny mood, she relented and decided not to play around much more, because her stomach demanded its fill.  Some things just could not wait!

    And so, about thirty minutes later, Cat was standing in her bedroom, squirming in her pants as she tried to get used to the way the chastity belt rode within them.  Laura had fitted her with the vibrating egg up front again, and a vibrating plug minus the tail at the back, and both were humming softly, barely audible.  Most of Cat’s pants were not designed to hide that kind of bulk beneath them, even less so the darker ones that would hide any major signs of wetness the belt would undoubtedly cause.  Frowning, she threw on one of her baggier shirts, then a light windbreaker over it, the bell on her collar jingling the whole time.  “This is going to be maddening, Laura!”

    “Yep, I’m sure it will be,” Laura said from the kitchen.  “Hurry up, we need to get going!  It never takes you this long to dress!”

    “Well I’ve never worn a chastity belt out in public before either, have I?” she muttered, frowning at how she could see the belt beneath the pants, though the shirt hid the waist belt and control boxes for the vibrators well.  Maybe she should grab a skirt to throw on over her pants… “I feel like everyone’s going to see or hear this thing!”

    “You run around naked and beat criminals up in your free time and you’re worried about this?”

    “This is different!”

    “I’m going to grab the elevator; lock up on your way out!” Laura called, and Cat heard the apartment door open.

    Cat growled, but quickly slipped her sneakers on.  As she reached for the light switch by the door, the vibrators started humming louder and grew stronger.  Sucking in her breath, Cat gritted her teeth and hurried out of her room, noticing that Laura had left the bathroom light on, and the kitchen light too.  Stopping to turn them off, the vibrations grew stronger still, and she pressed her thighs together, shaking her head to try and stave off the rapidly rekindled arousal.  She finally reached the door, fumbling her keys out of her purse to lock up, hopping from foot to foot.  She hurried down the hall, and as she neared Laura, the devices slowed, easing to a lower, more teasing setting.

    Tapping her foot as she waited for the notoriously slow elevator, Laura turned to flash Cat a playful smile before she suddenly darted away, heading down the hallway.  “I’m taking the stairs!” she called over her shoulder.

    “Hey, wait up!” Cat said, jogging to the elevator to follow Laura.  The vibrators revved up between her legs again, and she moaned softly.  Biting her lip, Cat looked down the hall just in time to see the door to the stairs slam shut.  “Shit…she’s fast…” she muttered, certain that Laura had just demonstrated some of her newfound abilities.

    As Cat started toward the stairs, the vibrators hummed stronger, and she paused to squeeze her thighs together, feeling her face heat.  “Not now…” she said and pushed herself onward.  The elevator dinged behind her, the doors opening.  She heard some of their neighbors talking as she followed Laura, but only really registered the comment about how they had thought Laura had been hiding a pet in the apartment.  Cat turned at that, flashing a quick grin and waving, the belled collar jingling, then she pushed through the door to the stairs, the vibrations easing only slightly.

    “Slowpoke!” Laura called, already two floors down, leaning with her forearms on the railing.

    “I’m out of practice!” Cat said defensively.  “And I didn’t have these things doing that to me before!  What’s with these anyway?  They randomized or something?” she asked, jogging down the steps to catch up as the vibrations eased off again.

    “Or something,” Laura said, still wearing that big grin.  She looked down between the stairwells for a moment, and as Cat hit the landing above her, she hopped over the rails, disappearing down the shaft.

    “Hey!” Cat cried, rushing to the rail, not even remembering that Laura now had super powers of her own until she watched her land easily on her feet on the bottom floor, turning to look back up at Cat.  By then the vibrators were roaring between her legs, and Cat leaned hard against the railing, blowing out her breath.  “Madre de dios…” she muttered, closing her eyes as her thighs clamped together.

    “Better hurry, Cat!  I’m too hungry to wait much longer!” Laura called.  “Something wrong?” she asked, far too sweetly.

    Beginning to suspect something was up, Cat growled and pushed herself off the rail, and started down the stairs again.  As she descended, the vibrations eased, and now that she focused on those particular sensations, she realized it was a steady decline as she got closer to Laura, returning to the barely there, teasing buzz once she descended the last set of stairs.  She frowned at Laura.  “So what’s the trick there, huh?”

    Laura giggled, snatching Cat’s arm, pulled her close for a quick kiss on the cheek.  “You’re looking hot, Cat.”

    “Yeah, hot and bothered,” Cat said, following Laura toward the door.  “What is this?”

    “Those accessories you’re wearing came with a neat little app I’d forgotten about until you mentioned going out tonight,” Laura explained, leading them through the door and down the hall toward the parking garage.  “It’s called ‘E-Leash’.”

    “E-Leash?”  Cat repeated.  Laura sprinted forward a dozen feet or so, and the vibrators revved up again, so Cat hurried to catch up, and noticed that they died down once more.  “Ohhhh…that’s mean!”

    Laura grinned back at Cat.  “You call it mean, I call it entertaining.  Stay close and you won’t have to worry about it.”

    And Cat did stay close, at least while they got the car and rode to Mr. Wong’s restaurant.  Her pants were starting to get rather damp by the time they arrived, but her horniness was only at a simmer by then, the lower power buzzing of the vibes much easier to deal with.  In fact, Cat had almost forgotten about the vibrators until Laura pulled up to the sidewalk outside the restaurant, then flashed that grin Cat was quickly learning to fear.  “What?”

    “Run in and get us a table,” Laura said.  “I’ll park the car.”

    Cat’s face grew hot.  “Uhhh…how about we park the car together and-”

    “Uh-uh, I like it better like this,” Laura said.  “I don’t want to miss out on my favorite table, that one right there.”

    Cat followed the finger Laura pointed out the windshield to the table by the windows, at the corner of the building.  “The one furthest from the buffet?” Cat asked slowly, already guessing Laura’s plan.

    “Yep, that’s the one!” she said in that too-sweet tone.  “Better hurry, I’ll be pretty upset if I don’t get it!”

    Cat’s eyes lingered on Laura a moment longer before she pushed the door open and stepped out, muttering a low curse in Spanish as she hit the sidewalk.  She’d only gone a few steps when the vibrations started growing more powerful again.  Steeling herself, Cat walked to the doors, glancing at the car as Laura slowly guided it back onto the street and toward the parking lot around the side of the building, the vibrators growing more intense with each foot that grew between them.

    Thankfully Cat’s stomach provided a much-needed distraction as the sweet, delicious smells of Mr. Wong’s cooking filled her nose, momentarily making her forget all about the vibes.  She smiled at Isuzu, Mr. Wong’s youngest son, as he greeted her.  Like all of Mr. Wong’s boys, he looked more like a girl, even wore a cheongsam-style uniform, his short, light blue hair pulled back in two short tails atop his head.  She barely remembered what she’d said to him, her focus entirely on the steaming buffet as it was the only way she could even begin to ignore the growing intensity of the vibrators between her legs.  She did remember to request that particular table Laura wanted, though, and as she was led there, she was certain that the other diners could hear the things buzzing inside her, could just feel their eyes watching her, no doubt thinking she was some kind of kinky slut.  Strangely the thought made her more excited, and she felt her nipples rubbing against her shirt, and was suddenly glad she’d thought to wear a coat.

    Even the food wasn’t strong enough to keep distracting her from those thoughts and the powerful vibrations as she slid into the chair Isuzu had pulled out for her.  Cat sat slowly, struggling to keep her face as neutral as possible in the face of all the intense stimulation between her legs.  As Isuzu went to retrieve the drinks she had ordered, Cat saw Laura finally enter the front doors, making her way slowly toward the table.

    However, as she watched Laura, Cat’s eyes grew a bit wider.  The vibrations weren’t slowing down!  She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, pressing her thighs together, leaning forward.  “I think you need to check that app…they’re not slowing down!” she said in a tense whisper.

    Laura blinked, then slowly sat down in her chair, very carefully placed her purse in the chair beside her.  She tapped her chin, then reached into her purse, dug around for a moment, then laughed.  “Oh, silly me!  I’ve left my phone in the car!”

    Cat didn’t realize she’d dropped her fist atop the table until the salt and pepper shakers clattered, and a few other patrons turned to look their way.

    “I’ll be right back, wait up for me,” Laura said, still quite amused.  “You ordered drinks, right?”

    “Yeah, yeah,” Cat said, blowing out her breath as she tried to think of anything besides the buzzing intruders.

    Laura had reached the doors, then stopped, turning back to their table.  “Oopsie, forgot the keys!” she said with a titter, snatching them from her purse, earning a groan from Cat.

    The drinks arrived as Laura headed out the doors, Isuzu lingering by the table a moment.  “It is very good to see you again, Miss Catherine.  We’ve missed you the last few months!  Are you okay?  You look a little flushed.”

    “Fine, fine,” Cat said, smiling up to him.  “Just a little hot from a workout is all.  Buffet for both of us.”

    “Of course,” he replied, still smiling.  “Did your training go well?”

    Cat managed a shrug, mentally trying to imagine where Laura was, and just how long it was going to take her to get back.  “Could’ve gone better; had to deal with this real stuck up British lady I just couldn’t get away from, real slave driver.  But she finally got what was coming to her when it was all said and done.  Everyone was tired of her shit in the end,” Cat said, a little surprised that she had managed to tell that little story so easily.

    “Ah, I see.  Hope that you came away with some value from the trip, though.”

    Nodding, Cat took a sip from her glass of iced tea.  “Yeah, learned a few lessons and got a little more muscle out of it.  You’re looking just as cute as ever.”  She winked at him, finally feeling the vibrations begin to slow.  Yes!

    He blushed slightly, bowing.  “Thank you.  Please let me know if you need anything.”  He hurried to assist another customer who had called out to him.

    Finally Laura returned, and the vibrations returned to a manageable level.  “Oh, it’s been a wonderful night already, hasn’t it?” she asked, sliding into her chair.

    “You should be on my side of the table,” Cat said wryly.

    “Maybe, if you can catch me, but not tonight,” Laura replied, taking a long drink from her own tea.  “Go ahead and get some food, I’ll watch our stuff.”

    Cat was about to ask what she was on about; they never had to watch their purses when they ate there; the staff were very good about making sure nothing got stolen.  In fact, she’d once seen Misao, Mr. Wong’s only daughter, though she was even more built than Cat, and usually dressed like a man in jeans and work boots, with cut-off shirts to show off her big arms, beat the crap out of a pickpocket before they even got close to the doors.  But then she recalled the little game they were playing.  “Sure…”

    The trip to the buffet was thankfully mild compared to the minutes Cat had to spend waiting on Laura to get her phone out of the car, though she was keenly aware of the ‘tug’ of the leash whenever she wound up at the far end of the food trays.  Laura watched her the whole time too, a pleased grin plastered on her face.  Once Cat had deposited her three plates onto the table, Laura patted her hand and went for her own food, thankfully leaving her phone at the table.

    Dinner was pleasant, the two of them laughing and talking just like they usually did, and the plates piled up.  Cat noted that Laura had packed away a couple more than she usually did; perhaps her powers were developing like Cat’s had?  She still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of all that Laura had told her that the ‘Black Cat’ lady had said about ‘familiars’ and magic.

    “Oh, here, let me show you this,” Laura said once Cat returned with what was probably going to be her last plate for the night.  She tugged a small notebook out of her purse, flipped through a few pages, then passed it over to her.  “What do you think?”

    Inside were several rough sketches of a modified bunny costume, complete with guns and all kinds of accessories for them.  She had a few different designs, and different color schemes.  “I think it’s kinda scary how you drew the guns a lot better than the costume,” Cat said at last, flashing a grin at Laura.

    Laura frowned, and playfully kicked Cat’s shin under the table.  “Keep it up and you’re walking home.  Seriously, what do you think?  Any of them stand out more?”

    Cat was about to reply when something slammed into the back wall of the building, hard enough to cause the overhead lights to shake.  She looked at Laura, then toward the back wall.  The other diners looked that way too, conversations coming to a halt all over the restaurant.

    There was an angry shout from Mr. Wong from the kitchen, something Cat couldn’t understand as he’d shouted it in Korean.  Toyo and Tae, two more of Mr. Wong’s sons, had paused in their cleaning of a table to look toward the back.

    Something hit the wall again, this time knocking off a painting and some carved figures.

    Cat had just started to stand when the wall exploded outward, plaster, wood, and brick flying.  People started to scream and panic as a blinding, bluish-white light spilled out of the large opening.

    A moment later, Cat gasped as a figure staggered through from the light.  It was a dark-haired girl, maybe early 20s, with black-furred cat ears and faintly glowing, cat-like eyes, a disheveled mess of hair on her head.  She wore a delicate looking silver collar around her neck with a bell attached to the front ring, blue runes glowing brightly around it.  Matching cuffs with their own runes, about twice the width of the collar, adorned her wrists and ankles, and her clothing seemed to consist of a black leotard and tight-fitting bike shorts, glistening like polished latex.  Atop these were a torn t-shirt and a red pleated skirt, one side torn, the hem ragged, and she was missing one sneaker, though she wore an identical pair of glowing bands at her ankles.  She was also bleeding from her head, and from several cuts around her legs and forearms that disappeared under the latex on her arms and thighs.

    “Hey, is that-?” Cat started, finally recognizing the woman as she came fully to her feet.

    “Black Cat?!” Laura said, already standing.

    Huffing, Black Cat looked toward them, shock on her face.  “Crockett?  Run!  Get everyone out of here! Run!” she screamed, waving her arms.

    As she shouted the warning, a dozen dark green tentacles shot through the glowing opening, each at least twenty feet long and over a foot in diameter at the point they disappeared into the light, all of them dripping with slime.  One caught Black Cat around the neck, cutting off any further warnings in a strangled cry as more wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles, hauling her into the air as the remaining tentacles writhed and shot toward her helpless form.

     

    The End of

    The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy

    Pink Pussy Will Return…


    And here we are, the end of this massive story at long last!  Aren’t Cat and Laura just the cutest kinky couple?  And what a cliffhanger!

    It has been one heck of a journey getting through this story, and one that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed.  I’ll be getting back to these heroines sooner or later, but for now I’ll be focusing on some shorter stories, most of which will be Kinktober related.  I sincerely hope that everyone enjoyed this one and that it didn’t become too long in the tooth.  I also really appreciate all of you who offered feedback and comments over the course of my posting this one!

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  • The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy – Epilogue 4

    Epilogue 4 – The Caged Vixen

    Pacing back and forth through her enclosure, Kitsune was keenly aware of the heat between her legs and the ache in her erect nipples.  She had nearly forgotten about the intense arousal she was subjected to by her mistress until she was back home from that strange new world.  Almost, but not quite.  Her time spent in the other world, in that massive metropolis of shiny glass buildings that touched the sky, of the blissfully unaware people wandering its streets, oblivious to what lay just out of sight, had been an all-too short reprieve.  She hadn’t been entirely freed of her mistress’s attention, but the sensations of arousal had been greatly reduced while she had been on the job.  Though her mistress was quite the sadist, even she wouldn’t risk such an unprecedented operation, an actual invasion of another world, by keeping her favorite pet too distracted.

    But the leash had been there, invisible and light, like the brush of a spider’s web upon her skin, but stronger than any other force Kitsune had known.  That leash was what had kept her masked the entire time she had been in that other world, kept her from speaking with her own voice even now, forced to rely on inventive use of her illusion magic to communicate with Dollface and the others, while reduced to animalistic sounds and motions within Kurae’s realm.

    She hopped up onto a log and crouched on all fours.  A low moan escaped her as she felt the fire between her legs flare, and her forepaws went to her breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh, feeling her hardened nipples beneath the slick material.  One paw drifted downward, rubbing between her legs, feeling the heat even through the skin-tight rubber, her touch only serving to make the growing horniness worse.  Though she could feel herself, the paws made sure that she could do nothing to deal with her body’s rampant desires, her hands simply sliding over the slick rubber surface.  She looked down at her body, feeling the heavy collar that once again encircled her neck press against the bottom of her chin.  She saw her paws, the suit she’d worn for so many years now back to its normal state, which ensured she couldn’t stand upright, and couldn’t make use of her hands.  Her hands were trapped in animalistic paws, the rubber thick and tight, as were her feet, though with the nature of the suit, it had shaped itself around her legs in a manner that would ensure she had to remain on all fours.

    Mistress Kurae had long ago learned what it took to keep her special pet in line, through various punishments involving pain and pleasure in just the right amounts, and through several modifications to the suit and its enchantments over the years.  The constant arousal was one of those controls, as only the attentions of her Mistress could alleviate those feelings to any degree; she knew from experience that even with multiple partners, she gained little satisfaction unless Kurae herself was involved.  The suit handled most everything else, keeping her on all fours like the animal she was meant to be, the fox-head mask that completely covered Kitsune’s head preventing her from speaking anything but animalistic sounds, the paw-shaped mittens upon her hands preventing her use of magic, and the collar providing swift punishment if she dared to step out of line; electrical discharges were a favorite of Kurae’s, though sensations of intense heat and cold were sometimes employed, or just pure unbridled pain that seemed to shoot straight through Kitsune’s brain.

    She was convinced that the suit was alive, or at least enchanted enough to seem that way sometimes, the way it could so perfectly adapt to her attempts at escape, to so perfectly punish her, to keep her so thoroughly controlled.

    Kitsune’s ears twitched, or at least the ears upon her mask did, though they might as well have been her own now, and her head jerked toward the unseen door as it opened.  Recognizing the sound of heels on stone coming through said door, and then the familiar gait of her mistress, Kitsune hopped off the log and scampered through the ferns and brush, ducking beneath low-hanging branches and around the larger trunks they were attached to.  She moved effortlessly on all fours, faster than a human should be capable of, almost naturally so.

    Her enclosure, a massive cage within one huge room of Kurae’s mansion, was set up like a small forest, magically preserved and maintained, filled with foliage, several small streams and pools crisscrossing through the hilly terrain, even moss-covered boulders dotting the landscape beneath the trees.  Aside from a small building which contained a large, padded basket and a multitude of pillows for Kitsune to sleep on, the entire enclosure was just like a real forest, even to the point of having a day/night cycle.  Kitsune often wondered how many days and nights had actually passed during her stays in the enclosure; sometimes it seemed that one would last forever, while the other would fly by in the blink of an eye, or perhaps both would pass quickly or slowly.  Were the cycles tied to the actual passage of time outside?  Kitsune didn’t know for sure.  She wasn’t even sure how long she had been enslaved to Kurae; it felt like a long time, but she couldn’t guess exactly how long with the strange way time seemed to pass within the confines of the enclosure.  Even when she was freed of the enclosure to perform jobs for her mistress, Kitsune couldn’t seem to recall any dates, even when she had been tasked with infiltration or theft of some important document or another.  She knew there had been dates, but she couldn’t recall them.

    Kitsune paused, one paw against the roots of a tree, cocking her head to the side.  A thought occurred, a question really, one that she had from time to time.  “What is my real name?”  From time to time, she asked herself that.  She couldn’t remember it, and Kurae had never used it that she could recall, even during the early days of her slavery, preferring names like ‘Foxy’ or ‘Vixen’, or some other cute pet name or another until she had settled on Kitsune.  How long had she been in Kurae’s clutches?

    Shaking her head to clear the sudden thoughts that intruded into her mind when she heard Kurae’s voice calling her name, Kitsune hurried on.  Kurae’s mood was unpredictable at best, and no matter how sweetly she may have called for Kitsune, lingering longer than needed was never a good idea.

    Along one of the many paths she had worn through the woods some time ago, Kitsune paused at the side of a stream, looking into the flowing waters she had to cross.  She saw her reflection there, the fox’s face, dark, emotionless eyes staring back at her.  She touched a paw to her cheek.  “What…does the real me even look like?  What color are my real eyes?  I can’t remember that, either…”  There were times she had dreamed of a face, or maybe faces, vaguely recollected what she thought may have been her own appearance, but they were always gone when she had awoken, evaporating like morning dew.

    “Kitsune!” came Kurae’s call again, sounding more insistent.

    Kitsune whimpered, slapped at the reflection, then hopped across the stream, scampering along another fallen log before leaping off and hurrying through some more low brush.  “Best not to anger the bitchy mistress,” she thought wryly, immediately wondering if she would be regretting it.  Was Kurae listening to her thoughts now as she often did?

    A little further along the path, the foliage lightened, and she poked her head up through some reddish ferns.  Kitsune saw Mistress Kurae sauntering toward the wall of the cage, saw her lips curl into a smirk.  Heart racing, feeling her tails twitch excitedly at the sight of her mistress, Kitsune cooed excitedly and hurried toward Kurae, bursting through the edge of the woods moments later.  She let out an excited cooing sound as she came up to the bars, looking up at the woman before her through the lenses of her head-covering mask.  “I hate this!  I can’t stand loving this demon!  It’s so vile!

    Kitsune had long ago learned that Kurae’s succubus nature meant she could manipulate emotions, that there was a constant aura of desire around her, even in her human forms, which could sway the emotions of any but the most mentally resilient mortals, or those blessed with protection from a deity they had devoted themselves to.  Most mortals were twisted around Kurae’s finger before they knew what hit them.  Years…or was it decades?…of exposure to the aura had done nothing to help Kitsune build a resistance to the effects.  If anything, Kitsune craved the closeness to her mistress even more, needed to please Kurae, to be her sweet, loyal pet, to do anything Kurae desired without complaint or hesitation.

    Early on Kitsune had thought those feelings were due to an enchantment upon the suit she wore, one of many to be sure, but no, those feelings were simply the demonic nature of Kurae, twisting and warping Kitsune’s mind.  It was another aspect of the leash that kept Kitsune bound to her mistress, a feeling that could diminish over time and distance, but which would never fully subside.  She couldn’t put that link out of her mind, couldn’t stop herself from wanting to be close to her mistress.  There had been times that she had felt ill being so far away, had felt it a few times upon the other world until she had managed to communicate with Kurae.  It caused a sensation of nausea and dizziness, of shaking like she was being forcefully denied a drug she had been addicted to.

    It was the invisible leash that held her firmly within Kurae’s grasp.  Diminished with distance, but never slipped, never forgotten.

    Kitsune felt revulsion flash through her even as she desperately pressed her body against the bars, trying to get closer to her beloved mistress.  All nine of her tails were raised with anticipation, and she felt the heat between her legs grow, thoughts of what pleasures Kurae could give her flashing through her mind, overriding the cracks of burning hatred that had appeared through the conditioning.  Kurae had trained Kitsune well, instilling certain behaviors until they were second nature, and Kitsune knew that even without her invisible leash, she would have responded just the same.  Kitsune mewled and pawed at Kurae, taking in her mistress’s chosen form for the day.

    Kurae appeared in her preferred guise, that of a young human girl, not even in her teen years.  Her blonde hair was pulled back in long, twin tails that nearly touched the floor, would have if it weren’t for the heeled boots she wore.  Her dress was a mix of dark red and black, one of the expensive, tailored creations she preferred, covering most everything but for her arms and shoulders which were left bare.  Her face, while seemingly innocent and lightly adorned with makeup, was far from it, her mouth opening into a wide, lascivious grin that seemed almost too wide as her blue eyes took in Kitsune, a quick flash of red within them hinting at Kurae’s true nature.

    “Such a good girl!” Kurae said, extending her hand through the bars, her voice heavy with the rather condescending tone one would typically use when speaking to a favored pet.  “I’ve missed my sweet little vixen!”

    Kitsune couldn’t help herself, years of living as Kurae’s pet making her reflexively coo, sniffing the offered hand for a moment, taking in the aroma of Kurae’s exotic perfume before Kitusne brushed her cheek against her mistress’s hand.  Kurae’s hand immediately began scratching beneath Kitsune’s chin, her other hand reaching through to scratch at Kitsune’s ears.  Though she wore the thickly insulating fox mask, Kitsune felt everything as if it were her own flesh.  And she felt the immense pleasure of Kurae’s touch, very nearly coming right there, and would have if it weren’t for the nature of Kurae’s control over her preventing such a thing.  Instead, Kitsune purred, leaned into Kurae’s hands, and closed her eyes, all nine tails waving drunkenly behind her.

    I hate this!  Gods end this vile creature!  If there is any justice in the world, please end her!” Kitsune thought, though again, the bubble of resistance popped in the face of overwhelming pleasure from the attention Kurae showed her.

    “You did very well, my pet,” Kurae said softly.  “A shame what happened to Dollface in the end; she would have been such a useful pawn for things to come, but we have plenty of others already waiting for their chance to shine, don’t we?”

    Barely registering anything but the praise she had been given, a surge of pleasure roiling through her at the offered words, Kitsune continued to purr, but managed a slight nod, feeling a line of drool starting from her mouth.  The fire between her legs was painfully intense now, as was the ache in her nipples.  She whimpered and wiggled her hips suggestively, turning her gaze up to Kurae with a pleading look on her face, which she knew was transmitted to a comparative look upon the outside of the fox-headed mask.  She couldn’t just speak her desires aloud though, even to beg; begging was for the slaves, not pets.  Kurae had ensured that anything aside from animalistic sounds from Kitsune would meet with shocking results, if not worse.  Kitsune still shuddered at times if she thought too long on some of the more painful punishments she had experienced.  Some such punishments had certainly left her flesh scarred, but never did her suit reveal such damage; it was always pristine, shiny, perfect. She had tried to damage it over the years of course, but even the most grievous tears would heal in moments.

    “Ohhh, you are such a needy girl today!” Kurae said, tittering just like the little girl she pretended to be.  One hand left Kitsune’s head, reaching down to grasp one of her breasts, lightly brushing the nipple as the flesh beneath was squeezed.

    Kitsune whined softly, her body tensing.  Kurae’s touch was maddening!  It drove Kitsune’s arousal to the very edge, but she just couldn’t come yet, not without Kurae’s explicit permission.  She spread her legs, and then pawed at her hot, wet pussy, making another pleading mewl, the suit keeping her hot slit safely hidden beneath the layers of thick rubber; to look at her crotch would have revealed just a smooth surface, no hint of her feminine folds beneath.

    “I suppose you should be rewarded for such good work,” Kurae mused, her other hand leaving Kitsune’s head, going to her other breast, her fingers toying with Kitsune’s nipples.  “Would you like it if your mistress put out that fire for you?”

    Kitsune noted the sultry tone Kurae’s voice had taken, and nodded quickly, yipping eagerly as she raised her paws, waving them excitedly.  She would like nothing more right now than to come, to sate the fires that raged within her loins, no matter how much it rankled her to have to perform in such a way to earn such pleasures.  “Is it so much just to let me have a little pleasure?  Have I not done enough vile things for you to earn at least one climax?

    Kurae’s mouth shifted, her grin becoming even more cruel and unnatural.  “I could let you simmer for a while longer…perhaps you aren’t thankful enough for my attention?”

    Whimpering again, Kitsune reached through the bars, lightly pawing at Kurae’s dress around her stomach, using her best pleading tone as she mewled.  “Please don’t do this, mistress!  Please allow your pet to come, even if it’s just once!” she said in her mind, knowing that Kurae could hear it if she so desired.  Was she listening now?  Kitsune had no way to know unless Kurae actually responded.

    “…and perhaps I will.  I’m not entirely convinced you were working with your full attention on the task at hand while you were in Sentinel City,” Kurae said, raising her chin, the red glimmer in her eyes reappearing, growing more brilliant, the color of a burning ember.  “That took much longer than it should have, even after the expected delays we had planned for.  Were you trying to be a bad girl?”

    Kitsune shook her head quickly, another pathetic whimper coming from her as she tried to nuzzle Kurae’s arm while her mistress’s fingers still played with Kitsune’s nipples.  She hadn’t taken up that much more time than she should have in Sentinel City, just a few extra days, just to explore the city a little while longer, to find a few more potential recruits for Kurae’s scheme.  Kurae had told her to take as much time as needed to lay the groundwork for her grand plans, and Kitsune had done just that…with a little extra time devoted for her own schemes, though much of the planning for those had to be done on the fly, or while she had waited for Pink Pussy to complete her assigned tasks when the heroine had been under Dollface’s control.

    Sentinel City had been so unlike anything Kitsune had ever seen before, so many things she could never have even imagined, like cars, for instance; her world was still using horse- or slave-driven carriages!  She had tried to test Kurae’s leash on the other side of the portal of course, and had managed to set up Dollface’s downfall, but even she couldn’t have predicted that her carefully laid plans for Shadow Lynx to swoop in and save the other heroines would have failed by such random chance and very nearly cost the heroine her freedom.  Thankfully someone else had gotten involved and taken care of Dollface with an extremely long-distance gun shot, a far greater distance than anything the muskets of Kitsune’s world could manage, even with magical enhancement.

    “You can’t fool me, Kitsune,” Kurae said softly, her playful tone masking her displeasure as one hand went back to stroke Kitsune’s cheek.  “I know you; you were up to something naughty while you were out there.”  Kurae’s unnatural grin seemed to lessen, becoming more appropriate for a human noble, smug and arrogant, but amused.  “But that’s what I do so enjoy about you, pet.  Even after all these years, you still find ways to defy me.  So dangerous if left to your own devices with such creative interpretations of my orders…just the kind of cunning beast I like to keep on a short leash.”

    Kurae removed her hand, despite Kitsune’s pleading mewls to continue with her pampering touches, and reached into a fold of her dress, and retrieved a leather leash.  Taking a firm grip upon Kitsune’s head, she clipped the leash to a waiting ring on Kitsune’s collar.  Her free hand then touched the bars of the enclosure, and several bars retracted into the floor.  “Come along pet, we’re going to my room to play with one of the new arrivals!”  Somehow her tone was both playful and ominous at the same time.

    So is it to be pleasure, pain, or both now?  Why can’t Mistress ever be clear with what she intends for me?  I despise this woman so much!” Kitsune thought, though she still rubbed her thighs together with a light creak of rubber as her desire continued to swell.  With a gentle tug on the leash, Kitsune followed eagerly behind Kurae, her paws padding lightly upon the stone just as easily as if she were walking upright.  Was she about to get punished, or was it a reward?  Sometimes it was impossible to tell the difference with Kurae…

    Her mistress led Kitsune outside of the large room containing the enclosure and through the hall beyond, passing several slaves busily cleaning the lavish fixtures, all bound in some way, and then upstairs to Kurae’s bedroom.  Once inside, Kurae led Kitsune to her bed, motioning for her to hop up atop the sheets.  Once Kitsune had done so, the leash was tied around one of the bed posts, just a few haphazard loops that could easily be shaken loose should Kitsune wish to do so, though she knew she wouldn’t dare attempt it.

    Kurae sauntered to the opposite side of the room, letting her dress fall from her shoulders as she walked, her boots somehow untying themselves and allowing her to step out of them as she continued forward, revealing her nude girlish form.  Kurae’s hair lifted and swirled, the strips of ribbons untying themselves and letting the hair fly free as if caught in a breeze.

    Kitsune’s breath quickened as she watched Kurae’s transformation; she had seen it countless times, but each time there was a primal fear that came with witnessing it.

    The figure of the young girl grew into that of a mature human woman with wide, shapely hips and large breasts, her skin perfect and unblemished, appearing very much like the adult version of the girl that she had just been only moments before.  She stretched slowly, flipping her long hair about her shoulders, its length still very nearly reaching the floor, almost looking like liquid gold spilling down her back.

    But that was only the beginning of her change, and if it had only been that much, Kitsune may not have experienced the fear that she felt now.  Sparks began to pour from both sides of Kurae’s head and her bare back as a pair of curling horns formed, and then bat-like wings sprouted from her back, a spiked tail from the base of her spine.  Her flesh changed color, taking on a deep red tone.  She grew even taller then, approaching eight feet in height, her legs ending in cloven hooves that left trails of smoke rolling from the carpet as she turned to regard Kitsune, her eyes glowing a brilliant reddish orange like the fires of the hells that had spawned her.  Kitsune’s nose picked up the unmistakable scent of brimstone filling the air within the chamber.

    When Kurae smiled, revealing her bestial fangs, Kitsune couldn’t stop herself from shuddering.  No matter how many times she witnessed the succubus taking on her natural form, it still made her fearful and skittish; just a natural reaction from a human upon witnessing a full-fledged demon in its natural state, perhaps.  But there was another reaction that Kitsune struggled to control as well, one that she hated even worse than the overwhelming fear.

    Kitsune felt her nipples ache more intensely, felt the fires burning between her legs burn even hotter, pushing her against the edge, as if she were upon her tiptoes just before she could make the leap to the plateau of pleasures that she so desperately desired to reach.  Breath catching in her throat, she pressed her thighs together, squeezed her breasts between her biceps.  She could smell the scent of brimstone lessening, replaced with the unmistakable smell of lust that filled the air, could feel the overwhelming carnal emanations from Kurae, and it made her whimper in a pleading tone, pawing at the air between them, reaching for Kurae.  Being so close to the succubus was intoxicating, maddening, driving her lust higher and higher.

    A lust only Kurae could sate…

    Damn you back to the hells that you spawned from,” Kitsune thought angrily, turning around so that her backside was toward Kurae, then leaned forward and raised all nine tails behind her as she easily balanced on all fours.  She swayed her hips back and forth, mewling desperately, pleading for Kurae, or anything else, to mount her and put out the lust-fueled fires that raged through her, very much like the animal in heat she had become.  She watched Kurae in the mirror, hopeful.

    “You’ll have what you wish, pet, sooner or later,” Kurae said in a teasing manner, her voice now deep and sultry, a tone of pure seduction in a way that only a true succubus could do.  Kitsune whimpered, feeling her desires grow more intense, somehow, as she whimpered for Kurae’s immediately attention.

    Kurae instead snapped her fingers, and a fiery circle appeared on the floor in front of her, vanishing in a puff of smoke to reveal an attractive human woman, her dark skin glistening with sweat and crisscrossed with dozens of fresh whip lashes.   She was bent over at the waist, her head and hands locked into a pillory, her legs secured into steel shackles that kept them spread wide.  She squealed into the thick leather ball that filled her mouth, her eyes filling with terror as they fell upon Kurae.  The squealing quickly became a terrified wail as her eyes widened, locked upon Kurae’s demonic form, and she jerked against the pillory, the chains on her ankles rattling as she fought to escape, to flee the hellish visage looming before her.

    “For now, I must further sample the fruits of this new world.  So many souls to enslave…and only one little old me to enjoy them,” Kurae mused, stroking the black woman’s chin with her razor-sharp claw-like nails. She then walked around behind the newly captured slave, and Kitsune saw her form change yet again, a large cock growing between Kurae’s legs, already standing erect and dripping with pre-cum as the form was finalized, a foot long and thick as Kurae’s wrist.  She turned to the helpless human from the other world, claws sliding along the whiplashed skin as the head of the massive cock shoved inside the woman’s pussy, making her squeal more insistently as the monster pushed deeper.

    No, not this again!  Why can’t I have that massive thing inside me?!  Please Mistress, fuck me, not that harlot!  Ugh, why do I want that?  Vile, horrible thing!”  Kitsune whimpered again as the conflicting thoughts filled her head, dropping to her knees, her forepaws groping uselessly at her breasts and between her thighs.  Though the sight of Kurae taking pleasure from the woman from the other world repulsed her, she couldn’t stop herself from watching, and couldn’t alleviate the arousal that burned within her. She had to obey, had to fulfil Kurae’s desires if she wanted her own pleasures, to say nothing of keeping her sanity!

    Though her thoughts were overwhelmed by Kurae’s intensely powerful aura of lust, Kitsune knew one thing for certain, and desperately tried to cling to the hope she had found on the other side of that portal:  her escape lay in that other world, in Sentinel City, and with those heroines she hoped had recovered from Dollface’s mental control.  They were her best chance, maybe her only chance, to escape from Kurae’s clutches.

    As the woman from Sentinel City screamed into the gag, fresh, bloody lines forming on her hips as Kurae’s claws dug into her flesh, Kitsune squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth as she tried to focus on anything else but the demoness’s sick pleasures.  Though she knew that Kurae could read her thoughts, Kitsune also knew that the entirety of the demoness’s attention was on the torture of the newly enslaved woman, evident by the wild, almost maniacal laughter she let out as she continued fucking the poor slave, flesh slapping wetly against flesh.

    Kitsune’s thoughts went to the heroines in Sentinel City, of how strange their powers had been compared to what she had witnessed in her own world.  The only one who had done anything that seemed familiar had been Black Cat, though even her spellcasting was strange, somehow simpler than the wizards she had been familiar with, than that of her own training, yet without any apparent loss of power; her ability to adapt and improvise had been quite impressive when they had fought.  The way she had fought against Kitsune atop the warehouse, had given everything she had to try and take down the vixen to win the fight, was inspiring.

    It had hurt having to capture her, but maybe, given time she could figure out the trick to the specially enchanted set of anti-spellcaster restraints Kitsune had fit her with, turning their apparent curse into a potent blessing.  Kurae had intended them as a parting gift to Dollface to ensure she had a properly equipped pet of her own and hadn’t been concerned about their apparent loss after Kitsune had told her of Dollface’s defeat; Kitsune knew that Kurae had plans to eventually enslave the entire other world, so the restraints would find their way back into her possession eventually anyway.  Though Kurae had expressed some amount of surprise at Black Cat’s spellcasting abilities, she remained convinced that, given how thoroughly restrained the mage had been, she wouldn’t be a significant threat to the plan going forward.

    Kitsune didn’t share that opinion.  Maybe Black Cat by herself wasn’t a threat, but with the others involved, that could be a different story.  The one called Mecha Musume with her armor, built very much like a golem but even more powerful, could withstand anything Kurae could physically muster, at least as far Kitsune knew.  And that big cannon she possessed was even more powerful than the gun that had taken out Dollface!

    Cyber Seer’s powers were similar to Kitsune’s in some ways, illusions and teleportation, but her abilities with the advanced technology of the other world could lead to surprises Kurae couldn’t predict or deal with; even Kitsune had no way of knowing exactly what she was capable of.  Of course, if that woman couldn’t get her own lustful nature under control, she’d find herself at Kurae’s mercy in no time; that was the kind of weakness a succubus could exploit with no effort at all, and Cyber Seer was making no apparent efforts to hide that pretty massive opening in her defenses.

    Then there was Pink Pussy, who would no doubt have quite the grudge against Kitsune for what she had done to her reputation while under Dollface’s control, but her fighting ability was incredible, to say nothing of what her claws could do.  Even Kitsune couldn’t fathom how Pink Pussy had cut through the cage of pure force that Black Cat had used against her at the museum; a spell like that could even hold a creature like Kurae, if she could have been prevented from teleporting away, of course.

    Shadow Lynx too was an impressive close-range fighter and a tricky combatant in her own right, enough so that Kitsune had made her a lynchpin in her plan to take Dollface down, even if it hadn’t gone quite as she had hoped it would have.  Though Shadow Lynx seemed quite the prideful one and was convinced she was the best heroine in the city.  She would have to be very careful to keep herself grounded when it came to her own ego, lest Kurae find a way to exploit that weakness.

    Then there was the mysterious shooter who had taken out Dollface at the last moment before Kitsune had returned home with the stolen artifacts, relics from a powerful sorceress from the ancient past of that other world.  Who was that who had taken the shot?  And would their weapons work against someone like Kurae?  Kitsune could only hope that would be the case.

    And what about all the others in that world who possessed amazing powers and abilities?  Kitsune had seen them on the news reports she had watched while with Dollface, on those devices called computers that seemed to have an infinite amount of knowledge within them and communication abilities only the most skilled mages could muster, had witnessed other people with remarkable powers while she and Pink Pussy were tracking down the artifacts.  Could Kurae possibly handle all of them?

    It was Kitsune’s hope that Kurae couldn’t stand up to such odds, that the demoness and her insatiable desire to enslave couldn’t overpower the amazing abilities of the people in that world.  And it was that hope she clinged to now, with thoughts of finding a way, perhaps with Black Cat’s help, to finally get out of the suit that Kurae had trapped her in, to once again be free of the succubus’s leash, to be her own person again.  So great was that hope that, for a time, she couldn’t actually feel Kurae’s aura, could ignore the overwhelming lust within her, and could actually hope for something more, a chance to be free once again.  “Maybe I’ll even remember my real name…

    For now, those hopes would have to be enough.  Kitsune just had to be patient a little longer, just had to be careful and lay her own traps as best she could for when the time was right to take down Kurae and anyone else she had allied with in Sentinel City, no matter how many that may be.  Kitsune had to put her faith in the heroines she had met, to trust that they had learned from what had happened to them, so that they wouldn’t fall prey to such a fate again.

    They can do it!  I know they can do it!  They…have to succeed, for their sakes and mine…


    Well, that was an interesting chapter!  Finally getting into Kitsune’s head reveals quite a bit of what’s going on.

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  • The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy – Epilogue 3

    Epilogue 3 – Arcane Discussions

    Taking one last look over her shoulder at Liz and that shiny black outfit she was trapped in, Sassy closed the door to the training room as Chrona began instructing Liz on how to examine and break the enchantments that held her prisoner in not only the suit but the mythril cuffs and collar as well. She could feel the thrum of energy through the ancient wood of the door as her fingers lingered upon it, the chronomantic power that altered the flow of time within the room strong.

    “Elizabeth’s decision does not sit well with you?”

    “Ya’ bet it don’t,” Sassy replied with a frown, turning from the door to regard Chrona, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the door.  The head of the Order of Hecate looked just as she had moments ago when she had stood inside the room with Liz, the same medieval-style dress, the same hairstyle, the same timeless appearance.  Even Sassy, having known the woman for over a century and a half, couldn’t tell if it was the real Chrona or one of her shadows plucked from her past that she sent out to be multiple places at once.  The ways of chronomancy were not Sassy’s specialty by any stretch of the imagination, and Chrona kept those secrets very close to her chest.

    Sassy set her jaw, ready for a long argument.  “Ah don’t think she was ready ta go back out inta the world after all, and she comes back in here lookin’ like that!  I didn’t know whut ta thank when I saw her on that travel platform.  And a wearin’ a mask with some’a the most devious enchantments I’ve ever seen ta boot!  If’n the girl had her head on straight, she wouldn’t be in a spot like this!”

    “You should not dwell on what cannot be changed,” Chrona replied calmly in her detached way, clasping her hands in front of her, the clock hands within her eyes glowing faintly as they slowly ticked away, one forward, one backward, future and past.  “Elizabeth has acknowledged her mistakes, realizes that she must learn more, and is making an effort to do so now.  Perhaps you should look at this as a learning experience as well, as she has decided to do.  I for one am quite pleased that she has found renewed interest in her studies.”

    Sassy shrugged, looking toward the floor, still frowning.  “Ah still don’t like it none.  Magic is goin’ crazy out there, an’ she ain’t ready to deal with it, Chrona!  All them people just flingin’ it around all haphazard-like, not knowin’ a thang about how to properly use it…it’s only a matter a time before they cause a real mess.  An’ someone a comin’ in from another plane to steal three artifacts from Scheherezade herself?  Whut in the hell is a goin’ on?  I don’t like it!”

    Chrona remained silent for a moment, and Sassy could feel the woman’s eyes on her.  “I cannot tell you, Sassy.”

    Sassy’s eyes shot back to Chrona, narrowed.  “Come on, Chrona!  Is this really tha time fer all that stuff about not changin’ the future?  We ain’t never seen nothin’ like what’s goin’ on out there, ain’t never seen magic surge through the world like this!  It ain’t even been a year and already we got people a comin’ in from other places lookin’ ta stir up trouble!  Ah thank we need a proper look at what you’ra seein!”

    Chrona’s head tilted to the side slightly, her gaze meeting Sassy’s, and she took a step forward and into a shadow.  She suddenly looked ancient, her face darkening and looking more drawn and exhausted, but then quickly regained its timeless quality as she stepped forward again, back into the light.  “I cannot tell you…because I cannot see the future now, Sassy,” Chrona said softly.

    Sassy blinked.  No, she couldn’t have just heard that.  “Whut?” she said, blinking again.

    Chrona was right in front of Sassy then, leaning in close, their eyes never breaking contact.  “My sight into the future is clouded and I cannot see what lies ahead, Abigail Dawson,” she said, her voice low, but firm.

    Sassy gulped at Chrona’s statement.  Whenever she brought out Sassy’s real name, it meant the situation was serious…or that Sassy was in serious trouble.  “Ya…ya mean ya can’t…” Sassy stammered, unable to articulate the words.

    “For some time now,” Chrona replied, her voice barely a whisper.  “All paths I have explored upon the streams of time lead to the same dark cloud that occludes what lies beyond.  There is much to be concerned about, Abigail, but I cannot tell you the nature of what these things may be.”

    Sassy blinked again, her mouth opening, closing, then opening again before she could finally speak.  “H-how long have ya not been able ta see?”

    “The streams of time diverted toward the dark cloud several hours ago,” Chrona said, her expression unchanging.  “At the precise moment the artifacts were stolen from the museum, in fact.  Whatever the thief and her master have planned for them is of grave concern to the world, and the very reality we exist within.  The only thing I can say with certainty is that Elizabeth is to play a pivotal role in what is to come; even with my sight blocked, I can feel the tug of the time streams around her as she begins to influence them.”

    “Wait, wait, you mean ta tell me that Liz has been dabblin’ in chronomancy?  I know ya taught her that little trick she used at the museum, but-”  Sassy spoke quickly, her mind reeling from what Chrona was telling her.  Chrona had only taught Sassy that ritual to create a short-lived time bubble to reverse damage to an area about fifty years ago.  Needless to say, when she had learned that Liz had not only been taught the spell, but had already used it, she had felt a little jealous.

    “No, Abigail, that is not what I’m saying,” Chrona said, her voice filled with infinite patience, never rising, though there was just the slightest twitch of a smile upon her lips.  “I’m saying that I see in her the same potential as I have witnessed in others throughout history, those who have affected the course of the world…from kings to scientists to lowly farmers, good and evil and all that lies in between, however it was that they changed the world, they tugged at the time stream, made ripples within it that grew and grew until the radical wave of change slammed into the status quo and washed it away.  She is not the only one whom I see in such a way, mind you, but she is perhaps the most pivotal, the one able to affect the greatest change.”

    “Oh my god…” Sassy muttered, her hand going to her mouth as she processed what it was that Chrona had just told her.  “W-who else have ya…?”

    “Those with whom Elizabeth has fought beside tonight,” Chrona replied.  “The artificer and her technomancer friend, the gun mage and the pink werebeast, even the one who manipulates shadow and the very one who stole the artifacts away.  All of them I have seen affecting ripples in the time stream this night.  It is not uncommon that individuals such as these converge when the world is at a pivotal point.”

    “You ain’t gonna tell Liz, are ya?”

    Chrona gave a small shake of her head.  “No, of course not. I cannot influence the time streams in such a way.  But, what I can do is call together the council and discuss my clouded vision, and what we are to do about the upcoming hardships we shall face.  I feel that it is beyond time that we integrate ourselves back into the world at large.  You have recognized the lack of proper magical techniques by the populace of Sentinel City alone, so perhaps we shall attempt to remedy this, to some extent.”

    Sassy swallowed, frowning.  Going back out into the world, after all this time… “Do ya thank anyone’s ready for that kinda thang, though?  I mean, some folk ain’t been back to Earth since the Dark Ages, ya know?  Some a us ain’t never been to Earth at all.”

    Chrona eased back, turning.  “We cannot continue to remain as neutral observers in our cloister.  The Order of Hecate was meant to protect the magic in the world and oversee its use.  I fear that our duty has not been properly executed due to our hesitancy in dealing with this sudden influx of magic back into the world, that we have lingered on our studies of its nature more than we should have.”

    Sassy stood straight, nodding.  She felt her heart beating faster in her chest at the thought of going into that steel and glass abomination Sentinel City had become.  Things were so much simpler back when she’d last been on Earth, even after all the chaos of the War Between the States.  “Yeah…Ah gotcha.  When’s the meetin’?”

    “I have already been speaking with the others within the Order; it shall be tomorrow at this time,” Chrona said.  She turned her head, her faintly glowing eyes locking onto Sassy.  “I have a task I would like you to complete while we wait.”

    “Okay, sure.  Anything ya need,” Sassy replied immediately.

    “I would like you to reach out to Assane and Richard, ask them to attend this meeting.”

    “Anything exceptin’ that,” Sassy replied in a sour tone, her frown returning and deepening.  “Those two might as well be chaos incarnate, and they ain’t done much to keep thangs a runnin’ smooth out there if’n ya ask me.  Ya remember that little ‘whoopsie’ they caused back in the 30’s and 40’s with that little Austrian kid?  That weren’t no little thang ta just sweep under tha rug, Chrona.”

    Chrona’s smile was either amused, understanding, or both.  It was hard to read.  “As I understood it, that was a miscommunication that went far out of their control; they were unaware of that boy’s true nature and could not view the ripples he caused in the time stream as I could.  And yes, their methods are decidedly unorthodox to be sure, but they have lived on Earth for most of their lives; they are far more in tune with the planet than we are given their nature.  And correct me if I’m wrong, but were you not friends at one time?”

    “Ah dunno if Ah’d go that far,” Sassy replied, thinking back to her days after the war, exploring the furthest reaches of what had become the western United States before she had come to stay within the Sanctum.  She’d met up with those two and had been privy to more than one argument between them, and the destruction that could result when they got really fired up.  Well, fired up in Richard’s case, and cold as ice in Assane’s.  How the two had hooked up to begin with was something of a mystery, and to still be ‘married’ after all these centuries… “Let’s just say that Ah had the displeasure of spendin’ a lot of time around’em back in the day.”

    Chrona’s smile shifted to something more lascivious, a look she didn’t often give.  “From what I’ve witnessed, I don’t think you were displeased with the time you spent with them.  In fact, I seem to recall quite a bit of pleasure involved.”

    Sassy’s cheeks were suddenly on fire.  “I was a hopin’ you’d forget about all that…”  She hadn’t even known Chrona at the time, but Chrona’s unique way of observing time meant that she was aware, at some level or another, of everything that had happened between Sassy and the pair as they’d travelled throughout the west.  “Shouldn’t you be tha one ta go out’n ask’em to attend?  Ah mean, it would hold a lot more weight if’n the invitation came from you.”

    “Ah, but I was never so friendly with them, and they seemed to very much enjoy your company back then.  Those two have always had issues with authority figures, and I feel they would resent my asking them to attend.”  Chrona’s stoic look returned as she started gliding off down the hall.  “Richard is in New York city currently; he’s running a detective agency or something akin to it, and Assane is in Los Angeles amusing herself by dealing with some very questionable types of predators in her typical way.”

    “Oh, for tha love a God,” Sassy muttered, rubbing her forehead, as she recalled just what Assane’s ‘typical way’ consisted of; if she read what Chrona had said correctly, Sassy knew exactly what kind of predators Assane was hunting.   “Are ya really sure we need ta bring’em inta this?  Can’t we just…not?” Sassy called down the hall after Chrona.

    “It would be much more beneficial to have those two genies informed of the situation than to risk either of them inadvertently stepping into the middle of this and causing their unique brand of trouble, would it not?” Chrona said, her voice never rising though she had gone quite a ways down the hall.  “Are they not the most direct descendants of Scheherazade that we know, and is it not her legacy that has come to the forefront?  Certainly they are aware of the new influx of magic and may even have useful insights for us, at the least, having been living upon Earth throughout this event.  Good luck, Sassy!” Chrome said, vanishing around the corner.

    Hands on her hips, Sassy blew out her breath, stared at the floor.  “Ah’m a gonna need more’n just good luck on this thang,” Sassy said to herself, finally turning toward the residences to retrieve some additional gear beyond just the twin pistols and cartridges she had on her gun belt.  “And Ah’m a gonna be real lucky if’n all Ah need is a dang chastity belt ‘round those two…”


    A bit of a breather here, discussing some of what exactly has been going on, and what will be coming up in the future.  Felt that it was a good opportunity to develop Chrona and Sassy a little.

    Don’t worry, though; before the next story arc launches, I’m definitely going to be getting you more Black Cat while she’s dealing with that new suit she finds herself stuck in.  I have plans on a whole short story devoted just to that, in fact.  😉

    P5 is winding down; only two epilogues left after this!

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  • The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy – Epilogue 2

    Epilogue 2 – Deepening Shadow

    “I have my doubts, certainly; it’s almost as if she’s given up on really being a hero already,” Marceline said, cell phone pressed to her ear as she walked slowly back and forth on the catwalk above the gym floor.  She paused for a few moments.  “Yes, quite embarrassing really…”

    That was all Shadow Lynx managed to catch as she leaped from the top of the uneven bars and disappeared into the shadows, re-emerging on the other side of the large room.  She heard the words, felt the shame and anger, but pushed it away; she had to focus.  She felt as if she were made of lead, and as she grabbed at the next bar, suspended a good fifteen feet above the floor, gravity tended to agree, the weights attached to her body pulling her downward, threatening to cause her grip to falter on the bar as she swung around it.  Somehow, she managed to complete the swing, released at just the right moment, and landed on the ‘X’ on the floor below, grunting as her heels thumped onto the padding, heavy with all the extra weight upon her torso and limbs.

    Shadow Lynx panted, sweat pouring over her mostly naked form, wiping her eyes before taking up a bottle of water, gulping it down in a few short seconds.  Marceline had been livid when Shadow Lynx had returned from her failed attempt to stop that doll-faced woman, especially when she had finally forced the details of what exactly had happened out of Shadow Lynx.  Getting into another bottle of water, Shadow Lynx shifted uncomfortably in the tight harness, her skin still tingling from whatever it was that latex catgirl had hit her with…well, that or Marceline’s earlier tongue-lashing.

    “Get that gas mask on!  Begin the routine from the beginning again!” Marceline called from overhead, not bothering to remove the phone from her ear.  With her other hand, she raised a small remote, aiming it at Shadow Lynx.

    Around her neck, Shadow Lynx felt the inflatable collar expand another couple of millimeters, forcing her to gasp, some of the water dribbling down her chin.  She swayed on her feet, using the table to support herself.  “Please, Marceline, can’t I just have a few minutes to rest?”

    “You’ve taken the night off already, it seems to me!” Marceline snapped, glowering down at Shadow Lynx, her eyes hidden by the light reflecting off her glasses.  “You were supposed to clean up that situation and bring in this ‘Dollface’, but you bungled that up and decided to enjoy a BDSM show instead!  Is that what you’d rather be doing, Lynx?  Tell me, I can start the rebranding campaign right now; I have contacts in the adult entertainment field!  How does Submissive Lynx sound?  No?  How about Slutty Lynx?”

    “Madre de dios, no!  Calm down, Marceline!” Shadow Lynx gasped.  She hadn’t heard her manager quite this angry before.  “Fine, fine, I’ll do as you say.  I want to be a heroine, Marceline, nothing like what you’re suggesting, okay?  I’m only human, you know?”

    “But you have to be better than that, Lynx,” Marceline said, her voice more of a cold fire now.  “You have to be the best there is.  You have to surpass Pink Pussy and all those newcomers that have shown up the last few days.  You must be on the very top of the mountain.  Understood?  I won’t accept anything but the best, and you’ve fallen far from that much too quickly.”

    “I won’t fail again, Marceline,” Shadow Lynx said, picking up the gas mask from the table, her breathing already strained, but strangely she was becoming used to it in the few training sessions she had already gone through with the gear.  As she worked the straps free of the tangle they had gotten themselves into, Shadow Lynx had to admit that she felt a strange desire for the mask that hadn’t been there before.  It had to have been whatever that latex-clad catgirl had used on her; the leather weight harness rubbed her body in ways it hadn’t before, and the moisture on her skin between her legs wasn’t all from sweat.  Frowning, Shadow Lynx worked the gas mask over her head, brought it over her face, and then tugged the straps tight until her restricted breathing required even more effort.  She breathed in as deeply as she could manage, letting it out slowly in her newly narrowed and dimmed field of vision.

    A faintly flowery scent came through the mask’s filters, mixing with the normal rubber aroma she had expected.  That was new.  Maybe Marceline had actually listened to one of Shadow Lynx’s earlier complaints, about how she didn’t care for the rubber and sweat smell that constantly intensified throughout her workouts.

    There was a certain comfort in the isolation of the mask, but Shadow Lynx couldn’t decide whether that had been there before the events at the warehouse or not.  What was there, though, was her hatred of Pink Pussy, and now a hatred of that catgirl in the black latex outfit.  Spinning on her heel, she returned to the beginning of the course, took another long, strained breath through the mask, savoring the new floral scent, and let it out slowly, and finally took up a runner’s starting pose. Her vision was already blurred through the fogged lenses, but she didn’t really need her vision; she had run the course in pitch dark before, remembered every inch of it.

    “I really do hope that you mean what you say, Lynx.  I’m having my doubts, and so are some of your backers,” Marceline said at last, her gaze cold.  “But, if you are serious about this, I will do everything I can to make sure you succeed.  I’m considering some modifications to your costume, but we’ll have to see what the designer thinks.  Anyway, start!”

    Costume changes?  Again?  The one now was already tighter and a bit more revealing.  As Shadow Lynx surged forward from the start, she heard Marceline’s heels clacking on the walkway, heard her return to speaking with the person on the phone.  “No, no, she’s properly motivated, she just needs to stop being so lazy.  Hmmm…yes, I agree, a proper win would do wonders for her…do you have anyone in mind?”

    Then Shadow Lynx vanished, Marceline’s words going in one ear and out the other without thinking on them overmuch.  She vanished as soon as she hit the well of shadows at the end of the sprint, appearing a good fifty feet away, in the center of the gym, snatching a hanging bar, swinging off it, flipping in midair before disappearing again, coming out on the far end of the gym.  She kicked off a padded section of wall near the roof, then snatched another bar and dove toward the center of the floor, vanishing moments from impact, catching another bar back near where she had just leapt from.  She ran across a narrow beam high above the floor, her lungs burning as she struggled to breathe.

    Shadow Lynx had only one thing in mind as she performed the ridiculous routine, diving off the end of the suspended balance beam: getting her claws into that catgirl who had humiliated her, giving her a taste of her own medicine!  She had surpassed Pink Pussy on the list of people that needed to be brought down a notch with that horrid torture she’d forced the shadowy heroine into, at least for the moment!  Shadow Lynx’s lips curled into a twisted grin inside the mask as she snapped her whip free, caught a vertical support, swung around it, images of her delivering a humiliating defeat to that woman, of having her naked and bound in front of her.  Oh, she’d have to deal with that robot too, and whoever the goth girl hero was; they seemed to be friendly with one another.  And maybe even that wannabe hero bunny girl she’d met atop the crane, though that one she might be able to forgive to some extent; she had kept one of those doll masks off of Shadow Lynx, after all.

    She vanished into the shadows, reappearing in a run across the floor, leaping over several hurdles on the track in front of her.  But that would all be practice for her real target.  No matter how the new catgirl had humiliated her, it was just the first, and if Shadow Lynx could help it, the only time it would happen.  Pink Pussy had caused her so much more suffering!  Whether it was to her public image or the training she now suffered through, it was Pink Pussy’s fault in the end.  “I’ll make you pay for making me do all this humiliating crap, Pink Pussy!” Shadow Lynx hissed, the heat of the gas mask sweltering over her face, all vision gone through the fogged lenses.  Her sight mattered little, her body going through the twists and turns of the obstacle course by memory and instinct.  Even with all the added weight and ridiculous restrictions on her breathing, she could handle this.  Shadow Lynx dove through the opening of a wide tube, vanishing into the shade within.

    “…couldn’t handle a partner; she works alone.” Marceline said as Shadow Lynx passed overhead.  “A sidekick?  If it was sold to her properly, maybe, but I don’t think…”

    But then Shadow Lynx teleported again, her whip snatching a ring in the ceiling as she reappeared, and she swung to another suspended balance beam, lungs burning, vision blurring.  She had to keep moving! She had to become better!  She had to make Pink Pussy and the others learn that she was the number one heroine in Sentinel City, and that nothing they could do to her could stop her from holding that title!  They were going to learn their places, one way or another!


    Oh my, it seems Shadow Lynx is a bit worked up after that experience in the warehouse, but can you blame her really?  With someone as bossy as Marceline in charge, she’s got it rough!  But what will that mean for her future as Sentinel City’s #1 heroine?  Time will tell!

    Thanks for reading, everyone!  Three more epilogues to go!  Stay tuned!

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  • The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy – Epilogue 1

    Epilogue 1 – More Celebrations

    Becky squealed into the thick wad of cloth that filled her mouth, the wad having once been her panties and thigh-highs, now held in place with several turns of duct tape around her head, feeling a sharp sting on her naked backside.  The strong flavor of sweat and her own arousal from earlier in the night filled her mouth as she was shoved forward.  Her hands were wrapped in more tape than her mouth had been, making them useless, probably even to punch something, and her wrists were secured in a heavy-duty pair of cuffs, just like the set they had used on Pink Pussy at the museum.  A matching pair were around her ankles, the short chain hobbling her steps.

    There was a sudden crack of leather on her ass, and Becky squealed again as she was forced out of the bunker door and away from the hanger.  Behind her, one hand clutched firmly into Becky’s hair, her smaller tormentor continued pushing, slapping Becky’s ass once again with the leather strap that had been one of the belts from her Cyber Seer costume.  “Why are you hesitating now?  You were so eager before, what’s changed, hmm?” asked the woman that guided her forward.

    Before Becky could answer, the belt snapped against both of her ass cheeks, and she squealed again, wincing at the force of the strike.  Between her legs, her pussy glistened with the moisture of her arousal, and was already running down her thighs.

    “I can’t hear you!”  The belt crashed against Becky’s thighs, the hand in her hair jerking sharply.

    Letting out a slight whimper, Becky staggered forward, nearly going to her knees at the threshold to her room.  “Pmmnphm, Mmchn Mnphphrmphph!  PHhnmm mmrcm!” she pleaded.

    A snort came from the woman holding to her hair, and then a haughty laugh.  “There will be no mercy from me, slave!  You’ve been an exceptionally bad girl, and you’re getting punished for it!”

    Becky was thrust forward, the chains around her ankles snapping taut and causing her to stagger, off balance.  She fell, landing face-first upon her bed, her hard nipples feeling the coolness of the sheets as they pressed into the soft material, her rump raised in a very dangerous position behind her.  Before she could recover, the fingers of her tormentor found her hair again, taking a firm grasp of the long strands, jerking Becky’s head backward.  A sharp, spiked heel found Becky’s spine, just above her reddened ass, and ground into it, making Becky squirm and squeal through her nose.  The belt came into play again, slapping against her right ass cheek, then her left, back and forth between the two with sharp, decisive slaps.

    Eyes rolling, Becky moaned into her flavorful gagging.  The three, well four if she counted her ass cheeks separately, points of pain flared hot, but all the sensations poured directly through her into her pussy, which gushed as she came, her body shaking as the orgasm rocked through her.

    “You naughty little trollip!  Did I give you permission to come?!  Did I?!” demanded the woman, jerking Becky’s hair, grinding her heel more forcefully into her captive’s spine.

    “Nn, Mmchn Mnphphrmphph!  Pmmnphm, N nnnn’ph mmnn nph!” Becky pleaded once her senses had returned enough for her to process what was said and make a reply.  In fact, just to make certain she was understood, she tapped into the speakers on her nearby computer, repeating what she had just said in as submissive and pleading a tone as she could manage.  “No, Mecha Mistress!  Please, I didn’t mean it!”

    Behind her, Mecha Mistress scoffed, shoving Becky’s face into the sheets, delivering another pair of sharp slaps to Becky’s ass with the belt.  “Didn’t mean it?  Don’t lie to me!  You did that knowing full well what it was going to cost you.  Well, if it’s pain you want, then it’s pain you’re going to get!  So much of it, you won’t know what to do with yourself!”

    Becky squealed, though it might’ve been debatable if that squeal had been in delight or fear or both.

    Mecha Mistress left Becky for the moment, going to Becky’s closet, tsking as she looked inside.  “You truly are a hopelessly naughty girl!  But I know how to handle naughty girls like you!”

    “Yes, please!” Becky said through the speakers, wincing as soon as she said it.  She really didn’t have any self-control at all…

    “Please what?”

    “Please, Mecha Mistress?  Please punish the shit out of your bad, bad slave!” Becky replied before she could think better of it.

    “That goes without saying,” Mecha Mistress replied smugly.  “We’ll definitely have to do something about that language, though.  I’ll make a good girl out of you yet.”

    Fat chance,” Becky thought, making sure she didn’t transmit that through the speakers, though she was very curious at just how Mecha Mistress was going to try and make a good girl out of her.  She very nearly came again just thinking about what all that could mean.

    Hearing the rattle of chains, Becky finally looked up from the bed, toward the closet, and took in Mecha Mistress as she emerged with the tools of Becky’s coming torment.

    Mecha Mistress wore a curve-hugging latex catsuit, primarily of black, but with angular red panels highlighting her hips and biceps, a cutout over her breasts showing the soft cleavage beneath.  A waist-cincher corset covered her midsection, enhancing her already shapely form by pushing up those luscious breasts from beneath and giving her figure a more hourglass-like shape.  She wore a pair of gauntlets upon her forearms, a matching pair of angular pauldrons upon her shoulders.  Her thighs were similarly clad, and her shapely legs were further enhanced by the long, narrow forms of the armored ballet boots she wore (and were gyroscopically stabilized so that she had no trouble walking in them).  Upon her head, though Becky was hesitant to meet her gaze, was a black and red helmet, a red mono-eye glowing against the black metal, the general shape sharp and angular, with several spiky antennas coming out of the rear, almost like hair.  The only part of her face that could be seen was her mouth and nose, and her lips were curved downward in a stern frown, the lipstick upon them a dark, deep red.

    In front of the closet, Mecha Mistress held a length of chain and some padlocks in one hand, and a pair of four-foot-long spreader bars in the other, one adjustable with a larger sized, oddly angular leather collar dangling from one end.  These she deposited on the nearby dresser before she moved toward Becky, her hips swaying as she placed one ballet-booted foot in front of the other, walking just as fast as she would have in normal heels.

    Becky gulped as Mecha Mistress returned, getting a burst of flavorful sweat and arousal from the cloth stuffed into her mouth.  Mecha Mistress moved behind her, snatching her hair again, eliciting a sequel as she jerked backward, hauling Becky to her feet.  Using her free hand for encouragement, Mecha Mistress swatted at Becky’s ass as she was led toward an open section of floor near the dresser.

    Getting turned around harshly, Becky was bent over at the waist, and came face to face with herself in the full-length mirror.  Her hair was disheveled and wild, her cheeks red and puffed out around the edges of the tight tape that kept her panties and stockings inside.  Her breasts swayed, her nipples hard and erect.  Though she was sweating from the exertion of the trip from the hanger, Becky could just see the more brilliant glistening sheen of the juices that had spilled down her thighs and threatened to do so again.

    Behind her, Mecha Mistress pressed her hips against Becky’s rear, one hand still holding to her hair while the other stroked Becky’s right thigh.  “Would you look at that?  Such a naughty slave, wouldn’t you agree?  So deserving of punishment…and yet so eager…”

    Becky let out a long, low moan, pressing her backside into Mecha Mistress, rubbing her stinging butt against the warm latex.  “Yes, Mecha Mistress!  This slave should be punished!” Becky agreed through the speakers, panting through her nose, though when she actually spoke it had sounded more like “Mmph, Mmchn Mnphphrmphph!  PHhnph phmnfm phhnnmn hm pnnnphhmn!”

    The uncaring red mono-eye of Mecha Mistress’s helmet traced along its track, focusing and refocusing upon Becky’s reflection.  “I’m afraid one session simply won’t be enough for someone like you, slave.  We may be here for quite a while.”

    Hoping it were true, Becky watched as Mecha Mistress took up the length of chain from the dresser, wrapping one end of it around the heavy cuffs on Becky’s wrists, tugging out any slack before locking it in place with a padlock.  Once thusly secured, Mecha Mistress guided Becky’s arms upward.  As they rose, Becky raised with them, and it was only a few moments before her wrists were far above her, her shoulders quickly growing strained in the strappado.  As the pain in her shoulders rose, Becky felt the fire between her legs grow more intense with it, and her eyes rolled, and she moaned again, a low, heated sound that made it quite clear her discomfort only fueled her arousal more.

    Mecha Mistress pulled the end of the chain through a ring that had been mounted in the ceiling, then locked it in place with another padlock, ensuring that Becky wasn’t going anywhere.  Mecha Mistress took up the rigid spreader bar next, crouching with the creak of latex behind Becky.  “What a lascivious slave,” she mused, her lips close enough that Becky could feel it upon her hot, wet lower lips.  Becky could only moan in response as she tugged at the chain holding her wrists above her.

    In the mirror, Becky saw Mecha Mistress touch a small control pad on one of her gauntlets, the electronic locks on her ankle shackles snapping open with a metallic snap, the one-foot section of chain between them dropping to the floor.  “Spread your legs!”  Mecha Mistress commanded, and Becky quickly obliged, scooting her feet across the carpet.  “Wider!  Even wider!” Mecha Mistress ordered, and Becky strained to obey, forcing herself onto her toes with a grunt.  Once thusly positioned, Mecha Mistress placed one end of the spreader bar against the shackle on Becky’s left ankle, the locking bar snapping back into place through the ring at the end of the spreader.  The other end moved toward Becky’s other ankle, and after a slap to Becky’s inner thigh urged her foot just another inch wider, the other end of the bar clicked into place, and Becky was well and truly stuck.

    Mecha Mistress paused before rising though, her latex-covered hands grasping Becky’s pained posterior, squeezing and kneading the flesh, pressing her shapely cheeks together.  Becky closed her eyes, sucking in air through her nose and then let it out in a groan as the pleasing pain filled her.  Then she felt a finger brushing over her anus, sliding downward as it followed along the sweat-moistened path to Becky’s even wetter pussy.  Mecha Mistress’s finger slid along Becky’s inflamed lower lips, her touch light, teasing.  The tip of one latex-covered finger slipped just inside Becky’s pussy, and she squeezed herself around it, whining when it pulled away before going deeper.

    That earned her a sharp smack against her already battered behind, and she squealed again into the gag.  “No control at all,” Mecha Mistress said, her voice cold, without emotion.  “We have much work to do, slave.”

    “Mnnr phmnfm nph phnrrm phhm’ph phn mnch phrnnhmm, mnphphrmphph…” Becky said, her voice coming over the speakers a moment later.  “Your slave is sorry she’s so much trouble, mistress.”

    Finally rising, Mecha Mistress slapped Becky’s ass, then again on the other cheek, grabbing hold and squeezing, forcing another squeal from Becky as she teetered on her toes, the cuffs on her wrists biting into her skin.  “Don’t lie to me!  You’re not sorry at all!” Mecha Mistress said, delivering another, sharper smack to Becky’s ass before she reached for the other spreader bar and two more padlocks.

    She wasn’t wrong about that; Becky wasn’t sorry at all.  Especially if it earned her more of Mecha Mistress’s harsh treatment!

    Crouching once more, this time beside Becky, Mecha Mistress secured the other spreader bar to the ring in the middle of the one between Becky’s ankles, then adjusted it so that she could fit the collar around Becky’s neck.  This particular collar was thick, rigid, and very wide, more like a medical neck brace, but cut at an angle for a very specific use.  As it went around Becky’s neck, she was forced to raise her chin, then further, forcing her to look almost straight ahead at herself in the mirror before the strap was pulled tightly into place at the back of her neck, the leather tightening to a point just shy of impeding her breathing.  It was then secured with a padlock, and the spreader bar that connected her neck to her ankle bar was locked into place, making sure she wasn’t moving from that position.

    Rising, Mecha Mistress leaned against Becky, reached around her raised arms, and grasped her chin, stroking her cheek with one finger.  The mono-eye focused, refocused on the image in the mirror, and then Mecha Mistress’s free hand reached beneath Becky, cupping one of her tits, stroking the nipple, then squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger.  Becky’s eyes rolled, and she moaned again into the thick gag, swaying her hips, looking at her mistress’s reflection with pleading eyes, then a whimper as she shook her behind.

    Mecha Mistress smirked, releasing Becky’s chin before reaching behind her, slapping Becky’s ass again.  “We have so much more to do before you get that, slave,” she said, licking her lips.  As she stepped away, back toward the closet, Becky didn’t miss the fact that Mecha Mistress’s nipples were poking out beneath the latex of her costume; she was just as excited as Becky was for sure.

    Becky didn’t have to wait long before Mecha Mistress returned from her closet stash of playthings.  Careful to keep exactly what she had brought along out of view, Mecha Mistress stepped in front of Becky this time, crouching.  The mono-eye of her visor focused and refocused on Becky’s face, her lips curled into a cruel smirk as her hands found Becky’s hanging breasts, fingers snatching her hard nipples.

    Pain shot through Becky’s sensitive nubs as Mecha Mistress applied pressure, making her yelp and step quickly from the toes of one foot to the other, the rigid bars clattering as she did.  Then Mecha Mistress twisted Becky’s nipples, left, then right, and she squealed into the cloth stuffing her mouth, eyes rolling upward, the pleasure-pain mix spilling through her, adding to the simmering heat between her legs.

    “My little masochistic slave slut,” Mecha Mistress mused, her voice smoky as she watched Becky squirm.  Helmet dipping lower, Mecha Mistress’s hands focused on Becky’s left breast.  A leather cord was quickly wrapped around the base of her breast, pulled taut, then a little tighter, before it was wrapped around the bulging flesh a few times and tied off.  Becky’s right breast was soon similarly tied, leaving them both looking like balloons hanging from her chest.

    As she began savoring the tightness and growing sensitivity in her tits, Becky squealed when Mecha Mistress again snatched her nipples, squeezing and pulling them.  “Mnrm, Mmchn Mnphphrmphph!  Pmmnphm, gnfm mnnr phmnfm mnrm!” she cried into her gag, jerking her arms and rattling the chains that held them aloft, wiggling her taped hands.  A breathy, pleading voice came through the speakers: “More, Mecha Mistress!  Please, give your slave more!”

    Mecha Mistress’s fingers left Becky’s nipples, but one hand clutched Becky’s chin, holding it steady as the mono-eye again filled her vision.  Mecha Mistress leaned closer, her lips touching the layers of tape that covered Becky’s own lips, lingering for several seconds.  Becky closed her eyes, savoring the closeness, the pressure of Mecha Mistress’s kiss upon her gagged lips.  Her kiss lingered, growing more eager, and Becky’s own moan mingled with one from Mecha Mistress.

    Mecha Mistress’s lips finally pulled away, and as Becky opened her eyes, she saw the mono-eye once more dip out of sight.  In the mirror, she saw that there was now a perfectly formed pair of deep red lips upon the tape that covered her mouth.  Becky tried to squeeze her thighs together, to stoke the fire raging between them, but the spreader bar was doing its job too well.

    But then, Mecha Mistress’s fingers found her nipples again, and Becky let out a long, low moan as those fingers rolled her flesh between them, teasing and tugging.  Then Becky squealed through her nose, eyes rolling upward again when an intense, biting pain consumed her left nipple.  She had barely registered the weight of the clamp hanging from her pain-filled nipple when her right was similarly clamped, eliciting another yelp.  Her pussy ached for more, and she felt her juices flowing as she very nearly came, huffing through her nose.

    Mecha Mistress eased to one side, looking over her shoulder into the mirror, her mono-eye focusing on Becky’s face.  Becky saw the nipple clamps that now adorned her ballooning breasts, a chain hanging down, going beneath the bar that ran from her collar to the bar between her legs.  Once her eyes were focused on the nipple clamps, Mecha Mistress raised one hand, one finger extending toward the chain, lingered on the low spot of the arch between nipples, then pulled downward.

    Raising higher on her toes, Becky leaned forward, feeling the dull pain in her arms grow more intense as her nipples were stretched in the unrelenting teeth of the clamps.  She panted through her nose, moaning and whimpering, savoring the growing intensity.  She wiggled her hips, looking back to Mecha Mistress’s face, begging with her eyes.  She needed something back there, something only Mecha Mistress could give her!

    With a smirk upon her lips, Mecha Mistress rose, her latex-clad fingers sliding over Becky’s sweaty breast, up her shoulder, then along the collar at her neck, and finally brushing her cheek before she returned to the dresser.  Though Mecha Mistress stood in a way that blocked Becky from seeing what she had in hand, the subtle snap of a plastic lid opening, the squirt of something from a bottle hinted at wonderful things to come.

    Her preparations done within a couple seconds, Mecha Mistress turned back to Becky, but walked behind her.  With a teasing grin, she held up a silver hook, one end of it set with a ring upon which a length of thin, hemp rope was secured, and at the other end of the curve, a silver ball, further glistening with a light coating of lubricant.

    Becky panted, rising on her toes again, eyes wide as she watched Mecha Mistress lower the anal hook.  She felt the coolness of the ball against the heated flesh of her anus as Mecha Mistress moved it into position and then applied pressure.  The ball end of the hook slid through Becky’s anal passage easily, rather small compared to some things she had experienced before, earlier in the night even, but the sensation of the cold metal intruder sliding inside her still made her shiver with excitement.

    In a matter of moments, the hook was fully inserted, and Mecha Mistress took the dangling lengths of rope, pulled at the hook to keep pressure on the rope, and brought the loose ends toward Becky’s collar.  There she fed the ends through the padlock that secured the collar to Becky’s neck, pulled at them, forcing the hook ever slightly deeper, and tied them off.

    Becky moaned softly, leaning her head forward as much as the collar would allow, which wasn’t much at all, but she felt the hook shift within her, felt it try to go deeper inside her ass.  “Ohhhhh…fuck yes…please, please fuck me raw, Mecha Mistress!” she pleaded through the speakers, feeling very near another orgasm.

    “You’re not quite ready yet,” Mecha Mistress replied, her fingers gliding lightly over Becky’s still-tender ass.  “One more slight detail…”  Mecha Mistress picked up something else from the dresser, something tiny, but Becky caught a glimpse of a pair of red cords dangling from it.  Walking to Becky’s side, Mecha Mistress brought the tiny object to Becky’s face, fitting the curved metal into her nose, then pulled the strings up over Becky’s head.  The nose hook drew her nose upward, and Mecha Mistress deftly tied the strings off around the rope that led to the anal hook.  “Now my greedy little slave looks ready.”

    Becky moaned into her squishy, mouth-filling gag, staring at the effect the nose hook had on her in the mirror.  Indeed, her nose was pulled upward, making it resemble that of a pig’s snout.  Mecha Mistress tittered, tapping a latex-covered finger against the tip of Becky’s hooked nose, then sauntered into the closet again, leaving Becky alone to squirm and watch her helplessly bound form in the mirror.

    As she panted and struggled against the rigid cuffs and bars holding her in place, Becky took a moment to savor each of the various sensations assaulting her body.  The aching in her raised arms, the tightness of the tape that wrapped her hands, the bite of the cuffs on her wrists… a similar chafing at her widely spread ankles, the growing ache in her toes that she had to stand upon…the tightness of the posture collar around her neck, the fullness of her mouth and constant taste of herself from her panties and stockings, the aroma of the duct tape below her hooked and extended nose…the still-growing pressure and tingling in her breasts, the pull of the clamps upon her nipples as the chain shook beneath her, each movement amplified through her sensitive flesh.

    Moaning loudly, Becky very nearly came right then, feeling her pussy aching, burning for attention.  She felt her juices sliding down her thighs, squirmed eagerly, rocking herself, feeling the various items as they tormented her body.  “Pmmnphm, pmmnphm hnrrm, Mmchn Mnphphrmphph!  Mnnr phmnfm nmmnph mnn!” she moaned, then repeated through the speakers in a breathy, heated tone: “Please, please hurry, Mecha Mistress!  Your slave needs you!”

    “Patience, slave!  You must learn to be patient!” Mecha Mistress chided, finally stepping from the closet, putting her fists on her hips, her dark lips curling downward with disapproval as her mono-eye focused on Becky as she stood imposingly behind her.  Mecha Mistress was now adorned with several leather straps around her hips.  Dangling between her legs was the item Becky craved, a massive black dildo, a full foot long, and thicker than her wrist.  She had long tried to convince Emi to fuck her with it, and at long last she had finally worn it, though now it was as Mecha Mistress.

    And that was even hotter!

    Becky squealed, bucking her hips excitedly, chains and cuffs and bars clattering.

    “I see that patience must be taught another time,” Mecha Mistress muttered after watching Becky’s eager squirming for a few moments, her voice losing the hard edge it had momentarily.  Then she stepped forward from the closet door, moving behind Becky.  Her hands grasped Becky’s hips, pulled her backward so that her reddened behind pressed against Mecha Mistress’s hips.  “You’ve been an awfully bad girl tonight, my slave.  Perhaps I shouldn’t continue, leave you here to cool off and consider your bad behavior for a few hours?”

    Eyes widening, Becky quickly shook her head, or at least, wiggled it thanks to the strict collar, feeling the nose hook tug at her nostrils.  “Nn, Mmchn Mnphphrmphph, pmmnphm nn!  Mnnr phmnfm nph hmggnng mnn!” Becky pleaded around the gag, her meek, yet eager voice coming through the speakers a moment later.  “No, Mecha Mistress, please no!  Your slave is begging you!”

    Mecha Mistress’s right hand grabbed at Becky’s right ass cheek, squeezing, pinching, causing the already sore flesh to flare with renewed pain.  “And just what are you begging me for, slave?  A proper punishment would be to leave you here alone for a while…”

    Whimpering, Becky rubbed her behind against Mecha Mistress, tugged at the cuffs holding her arms above and behind her, shooting a desperate look at Mecha Mistress through the mirror, trying to reason with the cold, uncaring red glow of the mono-eye.  “Your slave begs for her mistress to fuck her with that big dildo!  Please?  Please, Mecha Mistress, grant your slave this mercy, fill her hot, wet hole with your massive cock!  She needs you, wants you so bad!” Becky said through the speakers, moaning and rocking forward and back the whole time.

    Mecha Mistress’s hand pressed against the small of Becky’s back, pushing her forward, and she looked down, giving a little shake of her head.  “My, my, such a randy little slut you are.  Such a mess back here, too…”  Mecha Mistress finally released Becky’s ass, her hand dropping lower, picking up the weighty dildo.  She raised it, and pressed the head to Becky’s pussy, sliding it over the wet lips, covering the head with the hot fluids.

    Beck moaned, wiggling her hips forward and back, feeling the head of the dildo as it teased her pussy.  “Mmphphphph…pmmnphm Mmchn Mnphphrmphph, nnphph n mnphphmm mnrm…phn cmnphm…pmmnphm nnphph rnm nph nn…” she pleaded, trying to make herself move further back, to force the dildo inside her, but getting stymied by the chain holding her arms aloft.  “Yessss…please Mecha Mistress, just a little more…so close…please just ram it in…” she repeated a moment later, making her desires clear through the speakers in a breathy, pleading whisper.

    Mecha Mistress continued to tease, sliding the head back and forth, then pressed it ever so slightly between Becky’s eagerly waiting folds, but then pulled it back.  “I don’t think you really want this.”

    Becky moaned insistently again, then whimpered when the head was pulled away.  She tottered on her toes, the bars holding her in position clattering.  She wiggled and squirmed again, rocking her head as much as she could, looking through sweaty strands of hair at Mecha Mistress.  The mono-eye locked with her line of sight, and she let out a long, nasally cry.  “Pmmnphm, Mmchn Mnphphrmphph!  Mnnr phmnfm nmmnph phhnph phn hnn!  Pmmnphm, N’mm nn nnmphhnng!  Nnmphhnng!”  she pleaded, and a moment later “Please, Mecha Mistress!  Your slave needs this so bad!  Please, I’ll do anything!  Anything!”

    “Hmmm…anything?”  Mecha Mistress’s lips curled into a sadistic grin. “That is quite the open offer, slave, and I will gladly accept it.  You may regret it, but very well…I’ll give you what you desire, but in return…hmmm, why spoil the surprise?”

    The way Mecha Mistress had grinned at her sent a tingle down Becky’s spine, but she wasn’t sure if it was fear, anticipation, or a mixture of both.  But before she could worry about what she had just promised to do in the future, she felt the head of the dildo sliding between her pussy lips, the big, rounded head stopping just after it had passed between them.  Becky let out a low moan, squirming around the head.

    Mecha Mistress grasped Becky’s hips with her latex-encased hands, lingering with that sadistic grin still upon her dark lips.  She pulled her hips back, the head of the dildo sliding back with her, nearly pulling fully out.

    Just as Becky started to whimper, Mecha Mistress thrust her hips forward, and the massive dildo pushed inside.  Becky’s eyes widened as its girth filled her eager, wet pussy, her hole stretching to accommodate the huge intruder.  The thought shot through her brain that she should have practiced more with the monster dildo before she had insisted on Mecha Mistress using it on her, but the pain as it continued to push deeper was quickly transformed into an intense burst of pleasure.

    Then Mecha Mistress’s hips slammed home against Becky’s rear, the full length of the dildo filling her pussy, stretching it beyond her limits.  Becky’s eyes rolled, her body tensed, and she screamed into the gag as the orgasm exploded.  She came hard, rocking and tottering on her toes, her tightly taped hands jerking at the cuffs.  Somewhere in the maelstrom of agony and elation, Becky felt the dildo sliding out a few inches, then slamming back inside, with the loud, wet smack of latex on naked flesh, she came again, but Mecha Mistress had already pulled out once more, further this time, before ramming her big cock home again.

    Becky’s senses went haywire as she screamed her pleasure into the gag, a third orgasm already on the way.  “MMPH!  FNCH MMPH!  Mnrm, Mmchn Mnphphrmphph, gnfm mnnr phmnfm mnrm!”  Her voice boomed over the speakers.  “YES!  FUCK YES!  More, Mecha Mistress, give your slave more!”

    And with her sadistic grin still upon her face, Mecha Mistress did just that.

    * * *

    Emi sighed contently as the steaming hot water of the jacuzzi eased her body, not having realized how tired she was until just then.  Becky lay against her, snuggled up to her with her head laying against Emi’s shoulder, Emi’s left arm wrapped around her, their bodies pressed together, legs entwined below the surface of the water.  She was worn out too.

    “What a night…” Emi said at last, noticing that the sky was brightening outside the skylight window.  No wonder she was worn out.

    “Mmmhmmm,” Becky replied, her arms tightening around Emi.  “Thanks again for that.”

    Smiling, Emi pressed her lips to Becky’s forehead.  “You should be thanking Mecha Mistress,” she said, grinning.  “But I guess I can pass on the message.”  They shared a fit of giggles.

    It had taken them over an hour to deal with the police back at the warehouse, going over all the details they could offer.  Even then, the cops weren’t exactly okay to just let them go, but finally the one in charge of the scene had allowed it, however begrudgingly.  Musume had flown back home, and by the time she had arrived there, Becky had a new costume waiting for her.  She’d wondered of course if Becky had just called it up, but she had admitted to having had it ready to go since she’d first had the idea for ‘Mecha Mistress’.

    So, Emi had changed out of her armor and into the latex catsuit, donned the helmet that mimicked her armor’s helmet functions, and taken control of her kinky friend.  She had to admit she’d felt a rush when she’d become the other persona, getting quite excited by the mix of high-tech accessories atop the latex catsuit, and those gyro-stabilized ballet heels were something else.  She even had a few ideas already on how she was going to modify the accessories, both for their private time and for her heroic persona’s armor.

    She’d also been nervous about donning the strap-on, the huge thing swinging between her legs awkwardly what little she had walked around with it.  When she’d brought it to bear on Becky, it had looked impossibly large, but she’d trusted Becky when she said it would be fine.  Sure, Becky had handled it with her usual orgasmic overload, but it was still a crazy new experience for Emi, one she couldn’t deny enjoying.  Granted she hadn’t orgasmed nearly as many times as Becky had, but somewhere during her hip-thrusting and ass-smacking, Emi had managed a few herself as the intensity of their session had grown.

    “You’re still on cleanup duty though,” Emi said after a bit longer, thinking back to the pile of gear they’d left in Becky’s room, covered in sweat and other fluids, to say nothing of the mess Becky herself had made on the floor with as many orgasms as she’d experienced.

    “Yes, mistress,” Becky replied in a pouty tone, but she quickly squeezed Emi with her arms.  “I’ll have it cleaned by the time ya wake up.”

    “Even after everything that happened tonight, the museum, the warehouse, and here, you still can’t sleep?”

    Becky shook her head.  “Nope, sure can’t.  I felt pretty tired there when you finally unhooked me from the ceiling, sure, but it only lasted a few minutes.  My brain ain’t slowed down none, either.  Feelin’ a little sore in places, but it’s the good kinda sore that I like.”

    Looking down at the top of Becky’s head, Emi nuzzled her with her cheek.  “Just don’t overdo things, okay?  You should actually rest some after this.”

    “Oh, don’t worry none, I’ve already been figurin’ on it,” Becky replied, snickering.  “I wanna snuggle with my cute Japanese body pillow for a while when she’s sleepin’.”

    Emi’s lips curled into a grin.  “Is that what I am, hmm?  Sounds like someone’s already building up offenses for round two with Mecha Mistress.”

    “Now, I surely wouldn’t do nothin’ like that,” Becky said, sounding not the least bit serious.  “I’m a good girl, remember?”

    “Of course you are,” Emi replied.  “Good at being bad.”

    They shared a few more laughs, and then sat together for a while longer, simply enjoying being close to one another. The sun had risen above the horizon and had painted the window in a golden light before Emi finally had to call it quits with the need for sleep overriding everything else.  Becky insisted on drying her off before she took care of herself and then walked with her toward their rooms.

    As they passed into Emi’s room, they heard Becky’s phone ping across the hall, then again, and a third time.  “Sounds urgent,” Emi said, glancing toward Becky’s room.

    “It ain’t my work phone, but…son of a bitch…” Becky said, stopping in her tracks, eyes widening, mouth hanging open.

    “What?  What is it?”

    Becky hesitated, finally closing her mouth, biting her lower lip.  “Uh…it’s uh…my ex.  Chao Fang.”

    Emi’s eyes narrowed, and she grabbed Becky’s hand, immediately on edge.  “What’s he want?”

    “Well, apparently him and his sister are comin’ to Sentinel City soon.  He uh…wants to meet up, like for dinner.  Just a friendly thing.”

    Emi could already see the mix of emotions on Becky’s face as she was no doubt recalling their time together back in college.  She had been privy to a lot of that relationship, and she hadn’t approved at all.  “No.”

    “No?”

    “Absolutely not.  He’s not good for you,” Emi said.  She recalled more than a few times when Becky had returned to their dorm during their college days, in the early morning hours after an intense session with him, bruised and battered.  He was the dangerous kind of dominant, the kind that preyed on a submissive’s masochistic nature to the point of abuse, but at the time, Becky had been too young to really understand that that was what was going on.  And even though his sister, Qaio Lihun, had eventually broken through and gotten Becky to call it quits, it was only so she could try to have Becky to herself, but with the hopes of getting Emi under her thumb as well.  She had had a thing for Emi even back then, but Emi had never once reciprocated any of her feelings; quite frankly, she’d found it rather creepy at the time.  “I don’t want you to have anything to do with either one of them.”

    Becky nodded slowly, closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded toward Emi’s room, grinning.  “Yeah, you’re right, hon.  Phone’s off, fuck’em.  Come on, you need sleep and I need to snuggle some more.”

    “I’m serious, we don’t need them back in our lives.  Ever.” Emi said, keeping her grip on Becky’s hand as she tried to enter the room, and looked up into Becky’s eyes.

    “Yeah, you’re right about that,” Becky replied with a sigh.  “I promise, I’m not gonna respond.  I’ll block the both of’em next time I turn the phone on.”

    Emi stared into Becky’s eyes for a few seconds, then nodded, her grin returning.  “Okay.  Good.  That’s my girl.”

    She tugged Becky along and soon the two were nestled in the sheets, Becky’s back pressed against Emi’s breasts, their legs tangled beneath the covers.  She could feel sleep coming on fast, exhaustion rushing over her.  She kissed Becky’s neck.  “See you in a few.”

    “Hey…I just…I’ve got a question before you drift off…”

    Emi tensed.  “Okay, what is it?”  Was this about Chao and Qaio?

    “Ya’ think maybe Black Cat would use that bondage spell on me if I asked her real nice?  Or maybe in return for helping her get used to all the modern tech?”

    Rolling her eyes, Emi reached down and pinched Becky’s behind, getting a little yelp in return.  “That’ll have to be something the two of you work out next time we see her.  Now you just relax here for a while; I’m going to enjoy this sweet Texan body pillow,” Emi replied, pressing herself against Becky’s warm body, closing her eyes.

    “Yes, ma’am,” Becky said, stretching out her Southern drawl, giggling.

    If she said anything else, Emi didn’t hear it as she fell into a deep, restful slumber.


    Becky finally gets what she wants!  And what a way to celebrate the end of a long night of heroics!

    Stay tuned for more epilogues coming up!

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  • The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy – Chapter 27

    Chapter 27 – The Finger of God

    “Oh my god…oh my god…what the hell was that?!” Gun Bunny stammered, her jaw hanging open at what she had just witnessed happening to Shadow Lynx through her scope.  Had Black Cat really just done that?  Why did she know that kind of magic?!  What kind of magic was that?!  “Holy shit!” she said, still in utter shock at the nature of the spell she had just witnessed.  Shadow Lynx might have deserved being brought down a notch, but not like that!

    She’d known that Shadow Lynx’s odds weren’t great, but with the way the heroine had been jumping through the darkness, then running and jumping around as she’d avoided Kitsune’s sparkler-like magic bombs and Mecha Musume’s attempts to stop her, Gun Bunny couldn’t have risked taking a shot.  She’d thought Shadow Lynx had pulled it off when she had come up behind Black Cat and Dollface, but then all the lights in the warehouse had come back up, and that had done something to her that left her on her hands and knees in front of perhaps the two most dangerous people in the room at the time.

    Then Black Cat had performed whatever kind of magic spell she had used, and Gun Bunny was simply too stunned to have reacted faster.  She’d witnessed Black Cat’s magic do amazing things at the museum but had no clue that she could do something like that!

    Knowing that time was not on her side, Gun Bunny shook off her shock and refocused her attention down the scope.  There was some kind of blue light down there now…Kitsune!  She had the staff on her back, and a case that probably had the ritual dagger and bracelets, and that glow was some kind of portal!  Its appearance reminded Gun Bunny of something from an old TV show, something about traveling to other worlds.  With her crosshairs centered on Kitsune, Gun Bunny’s finger brushed the trigger, but didn’t commit to the shot. The sly vixen had paused, looking back in the direction of Dollface.

    Shifting her aim, Gun Bunny set her sights on Dollface, frowning. She had another one of those damn control masks in hand as she glided toward the tightly bound Shadow Lynx!  Black Cat was still beside the computers, her leash preventing her from following.  Dollface had moved beyond the edge of the magical barrier that had been there before, at least, Gun Bunny thought she had.

    This is my chance…I can try to save the artifacts, or I can save the heroines and the civilians.  Is it really even a choice?”  Gun Bunny slowed her breathing, finger pressing lightly against the trigger.  Dollface had stopped, was looking at the tightly bound Shadow Lynx as the heroine writhed atop the metal torture horse and brought the mask upward toward the helplessly restrained woman’s face.

    It was a long shot, but Gun Bunny had an unobstructed line of sight to Dollface from her position, and she had hit targets from further away before at the department’s long-distance shooting range outside Sentinel City.  Gun Bunny clicked the dial on the top of the scope, adjusting slightly to account for the near-constant wind at this altitude, blowing in from the nearby Great Lake.  There weren’t many indicators of wind speed between her and Dollface, but she trusted her instincts.

    Her crosshairs were right on Dollface’s forehead.

    Then the thought struck her:  She was about to kill someone.

    She’d taken shots at criminals several times while working with the police, had wounded them, rather severely a couple times when they’d refused to cooperate, but had never actually killed anyone.  She wouldn’t have admitted it to Hansen, but that was why she had never taken him up on his offer to get her on the SWAT team.  Something about the nature of a sniper, of having that kind of power to end a life with the squeeze of a trigger, a single well-placed shot, and the fact that the target would never even know what had happened…and of the sniper seeing it all up close and personal through the scope.

    Gun Bunny could understand the twisted logic and the rush some snipers had reported over the years, basically being the finger of god.  It was a huge amount of power to wield against an unsuspecting person.  Literally the power of life and death.

    But in her case, Gun Bunny felt more like she’d been handed the Grim Reaper’s scythe and told to use it, to reap the soul of someone a few hundred yards away, someone she didn’t truly know.  She had no commanding officer now to make that call, just her own judgement, her own will to act.  She was in a position to make a difference, but to take a life?  Even if not taking the shot meant leaving so many hopelessly enslaved to a madwoman?  Could she honestly bear that burden either way?  Dollface was evil, no question, but even then, for Gun Bunny to snuff out that life…

    But…I’m the only one left.  If I don’t do something, Dollface will have four super-powered women in her possession, one who can perform actual magic that we simply can’t deal with in the police department.  Those masks will enhance their abilities too, and with Pink Pussy out of action…could the other heroes and heroines out there even manage to resist?  There were a few names with growing prominence on the streets, sure, but they had only been on the scene a few weeks longer than any of the girls down there besides Shadow Lynx.

    The mask was almost to Shadow Lynx’s face.  Just another couple of inches and it may well be too late.

    There was no time left.

    Gun Bunny sucked in her breath, held it.  “It’s the right thing to do; you have to stop this.  Lives are at stake, maybe the whole city.  One life versus hundreds, thousands, maybe more.

    She squeezed the trigger.

    She barely felt the kick of the rifle against her shoulder, didn’t register the boom as the bullet fired, and she watched unblinking as Dollface’s head jerked back, and saw the blood spurt out of the hole she’d just put in the villain’s mask.  Though a numbness had filled her, Gun Bunny didn’t miss the fact that there was no spray of blood and brains behind Dollface like there should have been.  Then she recalled watching Mecha Musume crushing the mask Pink Pussy had worn, and how much effort that had taken.  Had Dollface’s mask been that resilient too?

    Gun Bunny worked the bolt, loaded her next round with Dollface laying unmoving on the warehouse floor, and swept the barrel back toward Kitsune.  The nine-tailed fox had stopped at the edge of the portal, hand extended in the direction of Dollface.  Her mask seemed to have a smirk upon its lips, and she snapped her fingers, then vanished into the portal with her stolen artifacts.  The portal itself flashed and winked out of existence, leaving behind a faint crackle of energy before it too faded and was gone.

    Wondering exactly what that had been, Gun Bunny swept her scope back toward Dollface.  Black Cat and Musume were on their knees, clutching at their heads.

    “What the?”  Gun Bunny said, as sparks flew from the stack of computer equipment.  She raised her head from the scope, snatched up her binoculars for a wider view.  Cyber Seer was gone, the mask she had worn open upon the exam table, all of the straps that had restrained her were undone.  Lights pulsed wildly all over the tower of computer equipment, smoke rolled from some of the boxes, and sparks shot from others.  Along the walls in the warehouse, several more boxes smoked and sparked, looking like some kind of wireless repeaters.

    Had Kitsune freed Cyber Seer?  Was that what that snap of her fingers was about?

    Maids and butlers staggered into view along the periphery, the ones Shadow Lynx had dealt with earlier, and clutched at their own masks.  Cyber Seer reappeared suddenly in a flash of green symbols that reminded Gun Bunny of computer code, right beside Mecha Musume.  She stepped between the armored woman and Gun Bunny, helping to remove her helmet, then pulled away the doll mask that had been concealed beneath it, a string of drool following the long phallic gag plug.  Cyber Seer tossed the mask aside and replaced Musume’s helmet without Gun Bunny seeing the woman’s face beneath.

    Cyber Seer swept her arm around the room, and Musume nodded, her visor back to its original blue-green color.  The pair turned toward Black Cat, who was now on her knees, pawing ineffectively at the mask she wore, her balled up hands unable to find purchase on the smooth surface.

    Finally remembering to breathe, Gun Bunny blew out the breath she had been holding, then sucked in more of the cool night air to sate her burning lungs as she lowered the binoculars.  “We did it…” she said, rolling onto her back and looking up to the night sky.  She laughed then, wondering if everything that had just happened had been a dream.

    “Cat’s never going to believe this…” she said, still laughing into the night.  Tears began streaming from her eyes then, the stress and weight of her first kill crashing down upon her with suddenness of the bullet she had fired only moments earlier.

    * * *

    “The control system for these masks is totally FUBARed now,” Cyber Seer said, sweeping her arm around the room.  “I like, overloaded the shit out of everything and totally wrecked the program after I made all the copies of the evidence stuff for the police.”

    Musume nodded, looking back toward the smoking server tower, then in Black Cat’s direction, her gaze pausing on the still bound Shadow Lynx.  “How about you tell me what happened while we help Black Cat?”

    Cyber Seer turned to follow Musume’s gaze, and saw that Black Cat was on her knees by the server tower, her latex-encased fists trying ineffectually to remove the mask.  “Wow…totally just noticed the latex!  Did she like, magic that up?”

    The two moved quickly to Black Cat.  Musume unclipped the leash while Cyber Seer tugged at the mask.  This one seemed more resistant than the one Musume had worn, so she grabbed it with both hands, pulling with a surprising amount of force, even leaning backward to add her weight to the effort before it popped free and the gag plug could be pulled from Black Cat’s mouth.  “How’re you doing?  Side note:  you look totally hot right now.”

    Black Cat gulped in air, sighing with relief, though she frowned at her balled-up hands.  The frown grew deeper as the glowing symbols on the cuffs at her wrists went from blue to red.  “I uh…I guess I’ll manage.”

    “Do you want me to try to break those cuffs?” Musume asked, reaching for them.

    Black Cat shook her head quickly, awkwardly getting to her feet.  “Better not; there are some pretty powerful enchantments here, and I don’t think this is normal metal…I think this is actually mythril.  Anyway, what just happened?  And what about Dollface?”

    Having heard of mythril plenty of times in fantasy books and at the gaming table, and a little surprised that it could be real, Cyber Seer put those questions aside and turned and looked at the base of the dais, her gaze lingering on Shadow Lynx’s tightly bound, writhing form, and she quickly sucked in some drool that had suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.  Damn, that was so hot!  “I’m like, totally more curious about Shadow Lynx.  Whoever tied her up did it good!  Like, you know?  I could totally go for some of that action.”  Shadow Lynx squealed, narrowing her eyes toward the trio, rocking back and forth and struggling against the bonds as she tried to free herself.

    “Calm down,” Musume said, her voice at a lower volume.  “Focus on what’s important right now.”

    Clearing her throat, Black Cat started toward Shadow Lynx, latex squeaking, and the chains of her silvery cuffs jingling, though her eyes were on Dollface.  “That was my bad.  I uh…used a forbidden spell…I’ll explain the details later.  Let me see if I can undo it…”

    “And like, maybe give a demonstration?” Cyber Seer asked hopefully, getting a sharp smack on her behind from Musume’s armored hand, which left her rear tingling.  “Ouch!  That was totally unwarranted!”

    Musume pointed in Dollface’s direction, and Cyber Seer’s eyes followed.  She hadn’t noticed the maid standing there.  She was young, maybe early twenties, pretty, with platinum blond hair.  She had a big bruise forming on her forehead, her expression seeming to be shifting rapidly between several emotions.  “Are you okay, miss?” Musume asked as she walked down the steps toward Dollface.

    Cyber Seer followed a second later, and crouched beside Musume, who stood by Dollface’s body.  She looked over Dollface for a few seconds, wondering who had taken the shot.  Then she looked at the maid.

    The young woman finally nodded, seeming to register the heroines’ presence at last.  “More or less,” she said, rubbing at the bruise on her head.  “I don’t think it’s serious.  But someone should probably read a medical book or two about what bashing a person’s head into a concrete wall can do to them.”  That had been aimed at Shadow Lynx; the young woman’s gaze had turned toward the still-bound heroine, eyes narrowing.

    Shadow Lynx squealed, her eyes turning in the woman’s direction since the thick posture collar prevented her from turning her head that far.  She tried to say something, but it only came out as an incoherent mess, with drool spilling from the ring gag down to her tightly bound breasts.  On the other side of her, Black Cat concentrated on the base of the metal horse and seemed to be mouthing words as she waved her hands in front of her.

    The maid slowly shook her head.  “Look, I understand that your powers are perfect for sneaking up on people and doing non-lethal takedowns, and yeah, I can attest that you’re really good at them, but you can’t just bash people on the head!”

    Shadow Lynx moaned and tried to say something else that came out more like “MMMMNGH!”.

    “Head injuries can have serious consequences!” said the maid.

    On the floor, Dollface groaned softly.

    Cyber Seer let out a surprised yelp, stumbling backward before landing on her butt on the lowest step of the dais.  Even Musume took a step back.  “Like, she’s alive?!?”

    The platinum-blonde maid was on the floor beside Dollface in an instant, fingers going to the woman’s throat, lingering for a couple seconds.  “She’s got a pulse…it’s weak but steady.”  She leaned forward, listened for a few seconds over Dollface’s cracked mask.  “Breathing and airways sound clear, but I can’t be sure with this mask in place.”

    Recovering herself, Cyber Seer moved back beside Dollface, reaching for the mask, but the maid’s hand stopped her.  “But you said-”

    “I didn’t say anything about taking it off.”  She reached down to her skirt, ripped a few strips of it off, and wiped at the bloody hole in Dollface’s mask.  She moved closer, peering at the wound.  “I can’t tell for certain, but I don’t think the bullet actually penetrated her skull.  Probably cracked it at the very least, and the shock of the impact could very well have caused brain damage, but it’s way too early to tell.  The impact of the bullet might have broken her neck, too if her head snapped back sharply enough.  She’s not going to last without medical attention, though; she needs to get to an ER as soon as possible.”

    “Like, I already called the cops and stuff,” Cyber Seer said.  “They should be here in-”

    “Seven minutes,” Musume said, looking out of the roof of the warehouse.  “I’m tracking them on my sensors.  You seem to know a lot about medical treatment, miss…?”

    “Ankara,” replied the maid, gingerly packing the strips torn from her skirt into the wound and wrapping them in place.  “I’m a med student at SCU.  Even though I hate everything this woman has done to me and the others, I’ll do everything in my power to save her life.  She needs to live with the consequences of her actions.”

    Musume nodded.  “I can respect that, certainly.”

    Cyber Seer was about to speak up when she heard several other voices around them.  The other maids and butlers Shadow Lynx had knocked out were finally getting their masks off, and then a pair of double doors opened at the far end of the room, the latex-clad dolls from downstairs, sans their masks, staggering out, looking very confused.  She looked to Shadow Lynx, and Black Cat, who was looking over the torture horse at Ankara, an eyebrow raised.  “Like, question!  Where is Kitsune?”

    “She stepped into some kind of portal back there,” Musume said, gesturing to the opposite side of the dais.  “I wonder if she’s still even in Sentinel City.”

    “Most definitely not,” Black Cat replied, her attention going back to Shadow Lynx.  “That wasn’t a teleportation kind of portal; that was a plane shifting one.”

    “What?” Cyber Seer asked.  “Seriously?!”

    “Totally,” Black Cat replied with a quick flash of a grin, mimicking Cyber Seer’s valley girl accent.  Her grin faded quickly, though. “I can’t trace the pathways as I am now, though.  And the longer it takes me to get back to try and examine it, the more the magic is going to fade and the less likely I am to actually find where she really went.  Better question…how’d you slip out of those straps and that helmet?  When Dollface took that bullet, all I got was a confusing mess of commands that had my brain hurting.”

    “Same with me,” Musume said, her gaze still angled upward.  “I couldn’t concentrate.  My main thing was protecting Dollface with that mask on, but at that moment, it’s like everything she could possibly want just collided into an incoherent mess and I couldn’t act, felt like my brain was going to melt from the overload.”

    Cyber Seer scratched at her head, looking back to the metal table she’d been strapped to a few minutes ago, the dildos still glistening with her juices.  “I’m…like…not sure?  Her mask mind control thing totally didn’t work on me, but I couldn’t like, use my powers and stuff either?  Kind of like that thing we have back at the hanger?” she said, looking at Musume.  “Anyway…I’m thinking it was Kitsune.”

    That made Musume turn her gaze back to Cyber Seer.  “Kitsune?  Why would she do that?”

    Cyber Seer shrugged.  “That’s totally what I’d like to know, ya know?  Before Dollface put that mask on me, Kitsune like, spoke to me, and just me, I think.”

    “What did she say?” asked Black Cat, jerking her latex-covered hands with growing frustration, the silver, and maybe even mythril silver, cuffs clattering together.

    Cyber Seer held out her hand, a glowing display appearing, showing an audio waveform, which she then played, repeating the words Kitsune had spoken to her earlier. “So yeah, she was totally the one who freed me I think.  I kinda like, think she wasn’t too happy working with Dollface.”

    Shadow Lynx grunted and groaned, bouncing atop the horse, glaring at Black Cat, though the way she moaned afterward made Cyber Seer question if she was just wanting off the horse or just wanted to get off…

    “Hey, calm down!  I’m trying to get you out of this!” Black Cat said.  “I think you’ve got a point about Kitsune.  She’s definitely working for someone else, but during Shadow Lynx’s attack, she kept missing with those sparkler bombs she was throwing.  I fought her and wound up like this, and I know there were plenty of other traps laid about, but none of them triggered.  Kitsune had ways of restraining Shadow Lynx, could have done the same kind of illusionary thing she did to me.  And if she’d used those bombs differently, there wouldn’t have been any shadows left for Lynx to jump through.  Instead, she made the perfect dark spot for her to get Dollface.  It was just bad timing that the power came back right then.”

    Cyber Seer nodded, tapping at the side of her respirator.  “Soon as that mask popped open, I hit the controller hard.  But I’m pretty sure Kitsune wasn’t the one who took that shot though.”

    “No, she wasn’t, but I think I might’ve just spotted who did.”

    * * *

    Mecha Musume had been scanning and running calculations since they had first approached Dollface, replaying the footage her systems had recorded from her angle when the shot had been fired.   She’d been following the conversation but was more interested in exactly who had taken out Dollface.  She hadn’t done ballistic calculations before, but could do rough geometry, at least.  As the police and emergency services neared, her calculations had given her two likely spots that the shot could’ve come from, though one was much more likely than the other based on distance alone; either a skyscraper rooftop almost two miles away at the edge of the northern industrial district, or the construction crane that was only a few hundred yards from the warehouse.

    Her initial look at the crane hadn’t revealed anything odd, but as Cyber Seer came back around to the subject of the shooter, her sensors had picked up movement atop the crane.  “No, she wasn’t, but I think I might’ve just spotted who did,” she said, and pointed at the crane.

    Musume zoomed in with her visor, focusing on a…bunny girl?  She held a pair of binoculars to her eyes and was looking their way.

    “Is that…a woman in a Playboy bunny suit?” Cyber Seer asked a second later as the bunny-suited woman waved to them.  In addition to their night-vision qualities, Musume knew that Cyber Seer’s goggles possessed the same image magnification tech her helmet did.

    Musume raised her arm, waving back.  “I didn’t expect something like that.  She’s packing quite an arsenal,” she said.  The bunny girl had a pair of pistols holstered on her thighs, an M4-style rifle and a sniper rifle, plus a magazine carrier harness, which conveniently came up just below her breasts, and seemed to bear the weight of the rifles easily as she slung them on her back.

    “Mmmhmm,” Cyber Seer said.  Her tone of voice immediately had Musume rolling her eyes.  “Forget the rifles; I’d much prefer to be the pistols.  Like, do you see her legs?  Wowza!”

    Musume had indeed noted the bunny girl’s legs; long and muscled, and accentuated in the way only high heels could manage.  Making a mental note that a certain someone needed another session on how not to keep letting her mind drift into the gutter, Musume watched as the bunny girl stowed her binoculars, noting the domino mask that covered her eyes.  She waved one more time, then jumped off the rear of the crane, vanishing out of sight, the long twin tails her hair had been tied into fluttering behind her as she fell.  “No records of a gun-toting bunny girl?”

    “Not a one,” Cyber Seer replied.  “Plenty of gun carrying criminals out there, like maids especially, but not so many heroes.”

    “Oh, speaking of gun-toting maids, we’d better let the police know these maids aren’t associated with the ones from before,” Musume said as the thought came to mind.  It wouldn’t do for the police to think they’d just stumbled into another cluster of those bank robbing cleaning ladies.

    “On it!” Cyber Seer replied.

    Musume took another look at Ankara and Dollface, watching for a moment as the med student checked the villain’s vital signs again, feeling gently along Dollface’s neck before she flashed her a grim smile and a thumbs up.  Musume took note of all the movement around her, and the rising number of onlookers gawking at Shadow Lynx.  “Everyone!  May I have your attention?” she said, ramping up her volume, stepping up the dais.  “The police will be here momentarily.  If anyone requires medical attention, several ambulances are with them.  Do not worry; this is all going to be over shortly!  Please listen to Cyber Seer before the police arrive so that they don’t mistake you for anyone who may be hostile!”

    With that said, she stepped around Shadow Lynx, and beside Black Cat.  “How’s it looking?”

    “Are you asking for Cyber Seer or just as a general progress report kind of thing?”  Black Cat blew out her breath, throwing her hands up.  “I can’t free her like this.  These cuffs are draining my energy reserves too fast when I try to cast a spell.  Before they were boosting me, like a supercharger, but now…”

    “Can’t we just rip the bonds from her?” Musume asked, looking over Shadow Lynx’s bound form again, noting how the woman kept bucking her hips, her juices leaking from her pussy and spilling over the horse, her eyes rolled back with overwhelming pleasure.  “And is…that normal?”

    “For Shadow Lynx?  I dunno, don’t really know her.  But with this particular spell, and with as much power as I put into it…yeah, that’s probably a normal reaction.”  Behind the latex mask that now covered her head, Black Cat winced, looking a little embarrassed.   “I um…we don’t want to risk interfering with it; it’s entirely possible that if we try to free her without properly dispelling the incantation that it could jump to the one trying to break it.  It could free Lynx and bind the one who tried it, or they both could wind up like this.  The uh…source of this magic isn’t exactly…from this plane of existence…”

    “Don’t let Cyber Seer hear you say that,” Musume replied, half expecting her friend to come rushing back, more than willing to try freeing Shadow Lynx for heroic reasons, but her attention was on communicating with the police and organizing the former dolls.  That line about the power being extraplanar though, that was worrying all in its own way.  “How long is this going to last, then?”

    “From personal experience, at least an hour,” Black Cat said, biting her lower lip.  “But..again, with as much power as I put into it, amplified by these cuffs…it could be days.  I just don’t know.”

    Personal experience?  Putting that thought aside, Musume sighed, suddenly feeling the heat inside her armor, and noting that the air conditioning was maxed out and was still struggling to keep her cool.  “We can’t leave her like this.  She came in here and tried to help us, and after the debacle with Pink Pussy, we can’t let more people see her like this.”

    “Yeah, yeah, I know.”  Black Cat turned to look up at Musume.  She still had a frown on her face, but then she looked past Musume, back toward the throne and the computer tower.  “I…have a theory on how I can get her out of this before the cops get here, but I don’t like it.”  They could hear the sirens growing louder in the distance.

    Musume followed Black Cat’s gaze.  It didn’t take her long to figure out what she was staring at.  “The mask?”

    “Yeah…I kinda think that’s the key to this lock,” she said, rattling the cuffs on her wrists.

    “I can try to break the cuffs.”

    “I’d rather you didn’t.  Trust me, I’d much prefer not to be wearing this stuff, but mythril is exceptionally resilient to damage, especially when it’s enchanted.  Second point, the particular enchantment here can drain my magic, or boost it; with just a few seconds of concentration I could gather up a ton of magical energy for that fight earlier.  Third…I might be able to use these to track down Kitsune.”

    Musume turned back to Black Cat.  “You mean if those are from wherever she’s from, you could trace the…I guess you could call it a dimensional signature?”  Though she hadn’t had any actual experience with magical travel, Musume did have an understanding of quantum theory and the associated dimensional mechanics.  And her Dungeons and Dragons experiences, of course.

    “Something like that, yeah,” Black cat replied, nodding.  “I’m willing to risk wearing that mask again if it lets me undo this spell.”

    “The controller is destroyed,” Musume said, walking up the stairs, crouching to pick up the mask, holding it gingerly away from her like it was a viper, even with her armor fully intact.  “So you shouldn’t be receiving any commands from Dollface.”

    “It’s not that part of it…I think that the mask had bonded with my outfit to some extent; Cyber Seer had a time getting it off me.  And when I analyzed the magic of this latex while looking over Shadow Lynx a minute ago, I didn’t like what I saw; I think my little roofing job might’ve backfired on me in a big way.”  Black Cat blew out her breath and shrugged.  “Oh well, I’ll deal with that when I get home, I guess.  Mask me up.”

    Musume returned to Black Cat, holding the mask up.  “You sure?”  At Black Cat’s nod, Musume held the mask up, letting Black Cat guide the mouth plug into place on her own, and gently pushed the mask forward.  Black Cat gagged as the plug went down her throat when the mask jumped from Musume’s hand as it neared Black Cat’s face, like it had been pulled by a strong magnet.

    Black Cat staggered back, letting out a groan, but when she held up her balled-up hands, the red runes on the cuffs shifted to blue.  She motioned Musume to step back, then turned back to Shadow Lynx.  Musume watched as Black Cat’s tail raised, and her ‘paws’ along with it.

    Black Cat started making cute meowing sounds as she pawed at the air, almost sounding like a song to Musume’s ears, and the way she moved about made her look like she was indeed trying to dance.  The air stirred around her hands, which were glowing faintly, and sparkles of light began to swarm around Shadow Lynx.

    At first Musume’s sensors detected no changes, but as the energy built and grew more obvious, she shifted through all of the scanning modes she had, and finally managed to register a very faint energy disturbance that couldn’t immediately be identified.  How exactly could she find a way to scan for magic?  A problem for another time, perhaps.

    Atop the horse, Shadow Lynx let out a pained, yet aroused cry, arching backward as much as the corset would allow and squeezing her hips around the dildos that filled her.  Musume’s eyes widened as the leather that wrapped around her body creaked and grew tighter.  “Black Cat…” she started, but thought better of it, not wanting to risk breaking her concentration.  The sparkles grew more intense, circling Shadow Lynx as if driven by a tornado.

    Black Cat hopped excitedly from one foot to the other, then let out a triumphant “Meow!” as she dropped to all fours, sitting very much like a cat with its tail raised.  She cocked her head to one side, then the other, watching Shadow Lynx.

    With a flash of light, the tornado exploded outward from Shadow Lynx, and the bindings vanished along with the metal horse.  The heroine landed on her feet in a crouch but seemed too stunned to react at the suddenness of her freedom other than to hastily cover herself and try to hide her face, which glowed red from embarrassment.

    Shadow Lynx’s shock didn’t last long, as she dropped her hands and glared with angry, hate-filled eyes at Black Cat.  “Why you little bitch!  Madre de dios, what did you do to me?!”  A flurry of angry Spanish spilled from Shadow Lynx’s mouth, far too fast for Musume to follow.

    Black Cat mewled sadly, but raised her hands, pawing at the air.  A bubble of pure darkness surrounded Shadow Lynx then, the verbal assault ending after a few more sharp words.  Then the bubble vanished, and Shadow Lynx was gone.

    Black Cat meowed, stretching out and padded awkwardly toward Musume, rubbing her masked face against the armor plating on Musume’s leg.  “Uhhh…Black Cat?  Are you okay?  What did you do to Shadow Lynx?”

    Freezing in place as if she just then realized what she was doing, Black Cat jumped to her feet, holding her hands up in front of her, gesturing in a very similar way as she had before, though less controlled and without any of the strange energy signatures.  “N nnnn’h mmrn nh!  Nh’h hhnh hhrhnn mrhch!  Nh’h mrchnng mm nr rrr hhmhm crhm mrnhnrnh rnn mmrm rnchm hhrh!  Hhnh nh hrmrchnng hrgrh, mrn!  Hrh Hhrnrm Rmnch hmrmhrrhmn hmrhmrh rrh rh hmrm mhmn hhm hrn hhm chrncm.  Hhm’h hrrhrhrm hnnm!”

    “Slow down, I can’t understand you!” Musume said, shaking her head.  She could understand gag-speak to a certain extent, but definitely not when it came that fast.  She couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Black Cat had said something about the mask being responsible for the way she had just acted, and that Shadow Lynx had teleported herself away.

    “Hey, hey, what’d I miss?” Cyber Seer said, running back over to them.  “The cops just got here!  Why are you wearing that mask again?  And like, where did Shadow Lynx go?”

    Black Cat jerked her hands downward, making an angry sounding meow, her tail thrashing back and forth.  She growled, and repeated what she said more slowly, emphasizing each word with a jerk of her bound hands, like she was laying something out as plainly as possible.  The gist of what Musume had gotten earlier had been correct, mostly.

    “Ohhh, that’s so cute!”  Cyber Seer said, reaching out to scratch at Black Cat’s ears before Musume could stop her.

    Contented purring started from Black Cat, and she leaned into Cyber Seer’s hand, her thrashing tail calming down almost immediately.  Cyber Seer even scratched under her chin.  Then Black Cat snapped out of it, jerking herself away from Cyber Seer.  She pointed at Cyber Seer with both hands, though her expression was unreadable behind the mask.  “Hrhh mrr mrnh, Hrrrmm Gnrr!  Mrr’rm nrh grnnr rnchm nh mhmn N hrm mrr hrcch hrr hhnh!  Rgh, N’m hrrncnng!  N’rr hm nn hrrch!”  From atop the dais, Black Cat’s witch hat flew over Musume and Cyber Seer’s heads and landed atop Black Cat’s head and settled into place, and then she clutched the bell on her collar with both hands.  After another second, the bell started glowing and then she vanished in a flash of blue-white light.

    At that moment the police burst into the warehouse, shouting for nobody to move; there must have been a couple dozen spilling in through the doors.

    Musume shook her head, looking at Cyber Seer as she still tried to process what Black Cat had said before disappearing.  She had been angry for sure and might’ve said she was leaving and would be back later, probably once she figured out how to get herself out of that latex suit and the magical cuffs.  “I don’t think she liked that.”

    Laughing, Cyber Seer turned to Musume.  “Oh, she was totally into it, she just isn’t ever going to admit she was totally into it, ya know?  Think she might’ve like, threatened me, too, but not in the bad kinda way?  I know she said Valley Girl, I just didn’t like, get the rest of it.  Oh, oh!  Think she might use that bondage spell on me?  That would be so totally amazing!”

    Musume rolled her eyes, knowing that her friend was going to fixate on that spell for the foreseeable future; there would probably be porn of it before they got back home if Cyber Seer had already been posting online about what had been going on here, or just throwing ideas out to all the kinky artist sites.  “Come on, mind back in the present here; we’ve got a lot of explaining to do before we can call it a night.”

    Cyber Seer nodded, turning to raise a hand toward the cops to get their attention, pointing toward Dollface, the medics changing course immediately.  “Yeah, but we totally just took down our first big mastermind villain!  How cool is that?”

    Admittedly they could’ve done much better, and things weren’t looking so good there for a time, especially when they’d all been masked and under Dollface’s control, but Musume had to admit, she felt good about the future.  Even if they didn’t know what Kitsune or her mysterious boss had planned, she was confident they could find a way to stop it.  Between her and Cyber Seer, Black Cat, and their mysterious bunny girl, Pink Pussy and maybe even Shadow Lynx, she was pretty sure they could do just about anything.

    Musume grinned within her helmet, turning her radio so that only Cyber Seer could hear.  “Tell you what…if you can make it through our interview with the cops without getting too excitable or going off course too much, I’ll cast a bondage spell of my own on you when we get home.”

    Cyber Seer stopped waving, didn’t say anything for a moment, but cocked her head toward Musume, her voice coming in over the private channel.  “So…if I’m a good girl, will you use that one dildo?  You know, the one with the harness?  The really big one?”

    Knowing exactly the one Cyber Seer meant, Musume nodded.  “After what you managed to do tonight for all of us, I’d use it even if you were a bad girl…but only under one condition.”

    “What’s that?”

    Musume licked her lips as thoughts of exactly how she’d be handling Cyber Seer started forming in her mind.  “You have to call me your Mecha Mistress.”

    There was definitely going to be porn online before they got home tonight…


    Whew, what an ending!  It was a long time coming for sure, but it’s been a hell of a ride!  I think future stories will be a little easier going because this was one big origin story for the most part, and those can be rather tricky.

    I hope you all enjoyed the conclusion!  If you’re wanting more, stay tuned!  I’ve got FIVE, yes, FIVE epilogues coming up to set up for the next big story and give the characters some further closure. And yes, they do include more bondage and sexiness!

    Thanks for reading!  Until next time!

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  • The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy – Chapter 26

    Chapter 26 – One Last Pussy Snatched

    Shadow Lynx appeared on the precarious edge of the damaged warehouse rooftop, crouched and balanced perfectly atop the jagged brickwork of the unstable wall.  Below her, she could easily see the half dozen or so maids and butlers working to clean up the mess, and watched as the latex, multi-tailed fox woman paced back and forth beside the girl strapped to the table.  The really fancy-looking doll with the elegant dress was busy typing away on the laptop attached to the tower of computers next to her, a very plush-looking chair sitting atop said tower.  Behind her stood that armored robot thing, and a woman with cat ears and tail, covered in latex, lay stretched out beside the computer tower.  The fact that the interior of the warehouse looked more like a rich manor house still made no sense.

    A muffled moan escaped from the woman on the exam table, her body writhing as the machine that fucked her drove her to orgasm.

    What a messed up situation this is… Bunch of freaks!” Shadow Lynx thought sourly, her eyes glancing across the distance toward the crane she had just left.  And who was that?  Four new so-called heroines in the course of a couple days?  She couldn’t be anyone special, not if she were relying on guns.  She might be able to put up a fight against those gun-toting maids Shadow Lynx had beaten previously, but anyone with any real powers would prove too much for her; they would simply shrug off the bullets or evade them.

    Still quite sore that she hadn’t been the one to bag Pink Pussy, a fact the wannabe-heroine bunny girl had thrown in her face, Shadow Lynx balled her hands into fists as another sliver of anger shot through her mind.  Well, whoever she was, she was about to learn what real heroics were!

    Shifting slightly as she crouched, Shadow Lynx frowned at the fit of her new costume.  Pink Pussy had done something with the one she’d stripped off of after that ambush, and Marceline’s replacement seemed tighter than normal.  Maybe it was something to do with that crazy training regime her manager had started her on; she’d gone to sleep absolutely exhausted after the first sessions, but could already feel stronger, and her ability to teleport under stress had certainly improved.  As fucked up as Marceline’s methods were, they seemed to be working.

    “This makes no sense!  Absolutely none!” said someone from below, their accent sounding English or something like it, from somewhere in Europe.  Turning her attention back to the scene beneath her, Shadow Lynx saw that the fancy-looking doll had moved back to the girl on the table, the laptop screen flashing all kinds of charts and readouts.  “It’s almost as if she…she isn’t human!  Her brainwave activity is completely different from the norm!  The mask’s programming cannot identify any recognizable patterns to isolate and control!  It’s more like a data stream, and nothing in my programs has been developed for machine control.”

    The fox lady paused in her pacing, cocked her head aside, and shrugged.

    The fancy doll stared back at her, the mask’s expression blank.  “Is that it?  You have nothing to offer?”

    “This tech is your genius design, oh queen not of mine.  Our present deal is now through, perhaps our agreement you should review?  Yonder portal will soon be renewed and I will not be pursued, though perhaps you could consult your new mech which you have subdued?”

    The fancy doll stood straighter, coiling back not unlike a snake ready to strike, but only for a moment.  “Of course, I suppose our deal is coming to an end, isn’t it.  My, how time flies!”  said the fancy doll, her tone betraying her annoyance.  The doll turned back to the tower of computers with the chair on top of it, going to another screen and keyboard.  The latex catgirl near her feet shuffled toward her on hands and knees, pawed at her dress with hands that seemed to be rubber balls, and got a head pat in return, along with a chin rub, before the fancy one returned its attention to the screen.  Shadow Lynxed noticed the brilliant silver cuffs and collar the latex feline wore, and how there were faintly glowing red symbols on the metal.

    The armored robot or whatever it was hadn’t moved.  Not even a twitch.

    Shadow Lynx wasn’t entirely sure what the riddle spoken by the fox meant, but it kind of sounded like she’d said something about leaving, and whatever deal the two of them had being through.  Maybe Shadow Lynx should wait a few more minutes, even the odds a little more?  “I can’t do that, though.  I have to show these newbies how it’s done and bring all the baddies to justice and save their stupid little behinds.  Can’t have them showing me up again, can I?

    With that thought in mind, Shadow Lynx took in the positions of the cleanup crew, confirmed that the fancy doll and the fox were paying more attention to the woman on the table than their surroundings, and stepped into the shadows.  She slipped out into the larger open space of the warehouse, directly behind one of the helpers dressed as a maid, the one that had been lugging a trash can full of debris out of the room, and was now emptying it into a larger receptacle.  Shadow Lynx struck quickly, slamming the doll-faced minion’s face into the edge of the trash bin, then pulled her back and flipped her, sending her onto the floor with a dull thump, giving her one more good knock of the head against the concrete to make sure she was out.  With the platinum-blond haired figure limp beneath her, Shadow Lynx vanished, knowing exactly where her next target lay.

    She appeared back in the main room, at the far end, and came out of the shadows with a diving kick, striking one of the butlers in the back of the head, then quickly spun and lashed out with her legs, bringing him off his feet as he staggered, watching as he face-planted against the wall and slid down it.  Then she was gone again in a wispy swirl of shadows, moving from one minion to the next, quickly and silently knocking them cold before she finished with the last pair, cracking their heads together and shoving them into a closet, baring the door with a length of rebar from the damaged ceiling.

    Taking out the minions hadn’t taken more than a minute, and by then Shadow Lynx was already moving into the shadows again.  WIth no alarms being raised, the fox and the fancy doll had to be completely unaware that she was there.  Though she had watched a few videos of that armored thing in action, it seemed slow and rather clumsy, at least when compared to her.  She wouldn’t have to worry about that big gun it was packing either; it had missed a maid and blew away a truck from less than a hundred feet.  Though Shadow Lynx wasn’t entirely sure she could damage the walking tank, she could at least stay out of its way or get it off balance, and stay out of it’s grasp long enough to save the day.

    But, if she struck at the head of the operation first, the rest would be easy without a leader to boss them around.  At least that’s what it sounded like the fancy doll was doing with those creepy masks and those computer systems. The fox seemed like she didn’t want to be there anyway, and something about the conversation she’d had with the fancy doll made it sound like she wasn’t interested in helping, either.

    So, with a plan of action in mind, Shadow Lynx fell through the shadows and came down at the fancy doll from above, intending to hit her with both heels and bring her down in one quick strike.

    The sound of a jet engine filled the warehouse, and just before Shadow Lynx’s attack landed, the walking tank slammed into her, taking both of them off the dais and toward the floor below.  Surprised by the speed at which the robot had reacted, Shadow Lynx vanished before it could slam her into the floor, coming out with her whip already in hand.

    “What is going on!  Who-?!” the fancy doll shouted, head whipping toward the robot.

    Shadow Lynx struck with the whip, angling toward the fancy doll’s neck, hoping for a quick grapple and a takedown.

    The latex pet who had been at the doll’s feet was suddenly standing, her balled hands pawing at the air in front of her, only a couple inches apart due to the linked cuffs at her wrists, ears raised and tail dancing angrily.  “Mew!” she said, sounding almost like a real cat letting out an angry meow.  The whip crashed against some kind of invisible barrier, which crackled as if it were electrified.

    “Mierda!” Shadow Lynx spat.  This wasn’t going how she’d planned at all!  She sensed movement behind her, and so she teleported again, appearing a good thirty feet behind, seeing that the fox now stood where she had been half a breath before, what looked like some kind of wire in her hands.

    Shadow Lynx leaped into the air as a high-pitched whine filled the warehouse, narrowly evading the spray of purplish energy pulsing from the cannon the robot held, electricity bursting against the walls and support columns where she’d just been standing.  The robot’s aim tracked fast, and Shadow Lynx disappeared again just before the rapid-fire shots could strike her.

    Coming out of the darkness again, she landed a kick with everything she could muster against the back of the robot’s head, causing it to stagger forward.  Ignoring the new ache in her foot, Shadow Lynx snapped the whip around the barrel of that big cannon, landing next to a support column.  She used the column for leverage and hauled at the big gun.  Though she couldn’t dislodge it from the robot’s grasp, it still fired, and she managed to sweep its purplish energy spray across the room, right through the area at the top of the dais.

    The shield that the latex catgirl had erected around the fancy doll covered the computers as well, Shadow Lynx noted with a grimace, as it faintly glowed under the barrage of energy from the bot’s big gun.

    The robot quickly corrected its balance and turned toward Shadow Lynx, but she was already gone, diving through the shadows.  She came through behind a pillar on the second floor, near the cracked edge of the flooring that remained from the damage that had been caused before Shadow Lynx had arrived.  She breathed slowly and steadily, taking a moment to consider her options.  She hadn’t expected that robot to be so quick to react, thought it had just been designed to absorb damage.  The barrier the latex catgirl had erected was a problem, though when the shield had been pelted by the blasts from the cannon, it looked to have had defined edges, like a dome, so maybe she could make her way through from below?  Or maybe she could just pass through it, though if it was anything like what was at the museum, it would stop her and she’d be vulnerable when she reappeared on the outside of it.

    Something that looked like the tip of a sparkler arced up from below and landed near Shadow Lynx’s feet, trailing a rainbow of sparks behind it.  Reflexively, Shadow Lynx dove aside, and a brilliant flash of light bloomed behind her with a loud boom.  She could almost feel the intense white light from the explosion, and until she got out of the burst, couldn’t trigger a teleport.

    Luckily, she had rolled toward another pillar, which had a nice, large patch of shadows behind it, and quickly came to her feet and sprinted toward it.  Another of those sparklers sailed up right into her path.  “Carajo!” she spat, altering her course at the last moment, leaping off the ragged edge of the floor and into open air as the second sparkler detonated, bathing the area in light and creating a whole new pattern of shadows, none of them near her.

    Just before Shadow Lynx landed on the floor below, the robot’s jets fired again.  She turned her head as she touched down gracefully on both feet and saw the tankish thing rushing at her.  Again, her quick reflexes saved her.  She bent backwards at the last second, back arched her hands hitting the floor, narrowly avoiding the grabbing hand of the bot.  She kicked up just as the bot sailed by her, and ran for the nearby shadows.

    Another sparkler landed ahead of her.  Who was throwing those?!

    Snarling angrily, Shadow Lynx altered course, hearing the robot’s feet thump to the ground a few yards behind her, and ran for an open door.  The explosion thumped behind her, brilliant light filling the room.

    At only about ten feet from the door, Shadow Lynx saw the fox woman appear in a flutter of multi-colored flower petals to block her path, arms held wide to either side of her, four sparklers held between the fingers of each hand.  The fox tossed a sparkler directly at Shadow Lynx.

    With no time to even shout a curse at the fox woman, Shadow Lynx dove aside.  The sparkler exploded closer than the others this time, and she felt the heat and concussive wave off the blast, which got her off balance, and she stumbled forward, ears ringing.  These things were like flashbangs, but with a longer lasting light burst!

    Coming to a stop against a wall, bathed in bright light, Shadow Lynx looked up through slitted eyes, hearing the robot’s jet’s roaring, and saw a bulky shape rushing toward her.  With two big hands trying to crush her, Shadow Lynx hopped over the surging robot, slipping through its grasp with only millimeters to spare, and jumped off its bulky backpack, angling herself in the direction of the dais; there were still shadows on the other side of the room, if she could just get close enough!

    Pumping her legs for all they were worth, Shadow Lynx heard the excited meowing of the latex catgirl standing by the fancy doll, and saw her pawing at the air again, hopping back and forth between one foot and the other with excitement as she made more meowing sounds.  What was she doing?

    At the same time, she saw the fox woman appear nearby, tossing a pair of sparklers in Shadow Lynx’s direction.

    Snatching the whip from her belt, Shadow Lynx snapped it overhead, grabbing onto a steel crossbeam and let her momentum carry her forward as she jumped, feeling the concussive blasts beneath her as she swung upward, flipping about and landing on the beam with perfect balance.  Flipping her whip to free it from the beam, she ran along it, hopped to another, then another.  The darkness grew around her as she neared the edges of the upper level.  Another sparkler shot up from below, and Shadow Lynx altered course, jumping through wide-open air a good twenty feet, landing on the cracked and broken remains of a wall, hopping off just as quickly as more light bloomed behind her.

    With the dais still visible at the edge of her vision, Shadow Lynx saw her opening.  Though the sparklers had created a lot fewer places for her to use for her shadow jumps, they had also, through some trick of the geometry of the building, created a bubble of shadow around the dais.  She had to take the chance that the catgirl’s barrier didn’t extend beneath her and the fancy doll.

    The robot appeared suddenly between Shadow Lynx and the view of the dais below, hovering on its jets as it aimed its cannon at her.  The big gun whined as power surged through it and the purplish energy bulged at the end of the barrel.

    Shadow Lynx lashed out with her whip, wrapping it around the robot’s big forearm and jumped just as it fired, twisting her body.  She felt the painful heat from the blast, felt her skin tingle as the electrically charged shot narrowly missed her.  Numbness then spread over her backside and upper legs, but she couldn’t dwell on that just yet.  Swinging on the whip as the bot tried to track her, Shadow Lynx dipped low and swung away from it, her whip dislodging a half second later.

    She saw another sparkler heading her way, but the fox was too slow this time.  Instead of angling toward the ground, Shadow Lynx had twisted her body and slipped through a hole at the intersection of two walls on the lower level, bathing herself in shadow.  The numbness in her body faded immediately, and she disappeared into the darkness.

    Shadow Lynx heard the robot crash through the walls where she had just been as she rose from the dais floor, silent as death, behind the fancy doll and her catgirl plaything.  She was in the perfect position!  She had already planned her strikes, first to disable the catgirl and stop her from doing any other kinds of tricks, then to grab the fancy doll, slam her face into the computers, and disable whatever it was she had been trying to work on.  It would only take a couple of seconds, surely not enough for the robot to reach her, and the fox wouldn’t dare to toss any of those flashbangs at her boss.

    As Shadow Lynx stepped out of the darkness behind the pair, the room was flooded with harsh, bright lights from multiple angles, a mixture of construction lights that had littered the area earlier, and the remaining ceiling fixtures in the fancier sections of the warehouse.

    With the darkness gone, and Shadow Lynx only partially through her shadow jump, pain assaulted her, her body feeling as though it was being torn apart as the teleportation was interrupted in the moments before she could complete it. She cried out from the agonizing pain, blinded in the light, stumbling and falling to her hands and knees as she was shunted out of the shadows and back into the physical world.  She knew this pain, it had happened before when she had jumped and found herself suddenly bathed in floodlights during her early days on the prowl, and though the agonizing pain didn’t last that long, it would be long enough.  She couldn’t run now, she couldn’t recover fast enough to move again, not without darkness; it would take at least a few seconds before the pain subsided enough for her to escape.

    “Ah, at last!  I simply must admonish the dolls for taking so long to repair the power in here,” the fancy doll said, turning to face Shadow Lynx, chin raised in a smugly superior manner to match the tone of her voice.

    The latex catgirl stepped in front of the fancy doll and motioned her to step back with her arms, away from Shadow Lynx, but she kept pawing at the air.  Then the symbols on the cuffs flared, now a bright blue instead of the red they had been before, and she let out a loud, excited sounding meow as she raised one foot and managed to get one paw slightly higher than the other, her tail standing straight up. “BWWNSS AWF AWWWRRRR!” she cried, her voice strangely muffled.

    Midnight-black tendrils swirled into existence around Shadow Lynx, snapping like whips as they latched onto her limbs.  “The hell is this?!” she shouted, jerking her limbs; the strange energy held tight to her, and more swirled and spun around her.  She could feel it growing, feel the…hunger of whatever the catgirl had just done.

    The robot approached from the demolished wall, again taking up its position near the fancy doll’s side.  In the background, the fox woman threw her hands up, the motion revealing her frustration as she tossed her remaining sparklers away, but they only fizzled out instead of exploding.

    Shadow Lynx tried to stand, but the tendrils held her in place on her knees as the sudden whirlwind whipped around her, and she heard leather ripping.  Looking down, she saw that her costume was being torn away in the torrent of wind that surrounded her, even her boots.  Eyes widening fearfully, she watched as the tendrils on her limbs transformed themselves into thick, black chains, connected to oversized shackles upon her wrists and ankles.

    Before Shadow Lynx could think of anything else she could possibly do, the chains pulled her limbs outward while jerking her up to her feet.  She couldn’t see the ends of the chains, only some kind of strange glowing circles at the ends of them, intense heat and a foul, sulfuric smell spilling out of them.  Then the chains hauled her higher, above the dais, pulling at her limbs without mercy, leaving her spread wide and completely vulnerable.  Then, as the last shreds of her costume were torn away,  the other dark energies that filled the air around her began to coalesce upon her body.

    A strange mix of emotions poured through Shadow Lynx, fear, but a growing sense of humiliation…arousal…and…submission?  She squealed as leather suddenly slapped painfully against her flesh, though whether the squeal was of pain, pleasure, or both, she couldn’t say for sure.  Crisscrossing bands of leather had appeared on her limbs, growing tighter, creaking as they seemed to shrink into a painfully perfect fit, from ankles to thighs, from wrists to elbows.  Leather appeared around her hands, smaller strands that wound around each finger and thumb, forcing her hand into a fist before changing into perfectly formed mittens that seemed almost a second skin.  Something similar happened on her feet, her toes wrapped, pulled downward, and then each foot covered in a leather sheath that forced her feet to remain in an en pointe position.

    Shadow Lynx screamed as leather cracked against her back and ass, then against her breasts and stomach, even between her legs.  Long, thin tendrils of leather, looking very much like her own whip, maybe a dozen of them, assaulted her all at once, never striking the same place twice.  Then more appeared, snapping against her limbs, upon the soles of her feet, the leather that covered her no protection from the painful lashes.

    After several pain-filled seconds, the whips struck one final time, all at once, and Shadow Lynx arced backward, screaming in agony, though her pussy dripped as she felt an intense wave of pleasure explode within.

    An orgasm!  She’d actually came!

    Upon their final strike, the whip-like tendrils latched onto Shadow Lynx’s body, forming a kind of harness that squeezed her flesh, and pinched between her legs on either side of her pussy.  The tendrils that had assaulted her breasts wrapped around the base of them, growing tight, causing her tits to balloon and swell; even smaller strands of leather snapped at her nipples, feeling like bee stings, then wound themselves around the base of them.

    But whatever this power was, it wasn’t finished with Shadow Lynx.  More midnight black energy swirled and flew at her restrained body.  This energy formed a heavily-ribbed corset about her midsection, the laces pulling themselves tight, crushing any air that she may have had left out of her.  Had she not already been panting, she had no choice in the matter now.  A leather hood formed around her head, leaving her eyes, nose, and mouth uncovered.

    By this point, Shadow Lynx was too stunned, shocked, humiliated, and overwhelmed to think of what that meant; all she knew was that it wasn’t going to be good for her.

    In the next moments, a leather harness formed around her head, straps going beneath her chin and to either side of her nose, coming together as they met at her forehead and went over the top of her head.  A double ended hook of some kind grabbed Shadow Lynx’s nostrils, pulling them upward, attached to the central strap, and a metal ring snapped into place behind her teeth.  Leather formed around her neck, forcing her head straight, her gaze forward as her breathing was restricted further.

    The chains holding Shadow Lynx’s limbs vanished in a flash of fire, replaced with more leather strips, which swirled and formed together into larger pieces.  As she began to lower, a distinct, fiery glow emanated from beneath her, and she felt the intense heat shooting upward, that sulfuric smell overwhelming the smell of the leather.  The newly formed leather upon her arms pulled them behind her, bending them at the elbows and forcing her wrists toward her neck.  Her arms were suddenly crushed by more leather, and she couldn’t lower them from the strictly enforced reverse prayer position.

    Her legs were likewise bent at the knees, forcing her ankles to her thighs as the leather formed into tight limb-binding sacks.  In the next moment, feeling the heat growing ever more intense beneath her, Shadow Lynx screamed around the ring, a pair of thick, knobbed dildos forcing their way inside her pussy and ass.  As she slid down their length, and they filled her holes, her legs fell to either side of a hot, metal triangle shape, more straps forming around her legs, and something heavy tugged at her knees, pulling her downward, forcing the intruders more deeply inside.

    Then the fiery heat was gone, as was the swirl of energy around her, and Shadow Lynx blinked and whined in pain and confusion, squirming and writhing atop the dildos and whatever they were attached to.  Her pussy was hot, and not from the now-gone heat, rather, from the sensations of the dildos working inside her as she squirmed, at the absolute unrelenting tightness of the leather that bound her, of the tingling pain in her tits.  She came again as she struggled, eyes rolling in her leather-wrapped head, a long, low moan escaping her open mouth.

    For a moment, the warehouse was silent but for Shadow Lynx’s moaning and cries of pleasure and pain, and then the fancy doll finally spoke.  “My…what an absolutely wonderful spell you have, my pet!” she said, her hand going to the latex catgirl’s head, rubbing it affectionately, scratching behind her ears.  “And you’ve even left me an opening to bring this one into my court!”

    The catgirl responded by meowing happily, leaning into the touch, even seeming to quiver with delight at the petting.

    Then the woman strapped to the nearby table squirmed and let out a muffled moan as she too came, the dildos pounding both of her holes relentlessly.

    As Shadow Lynx writhed in a strange mix of ecstasy and agony, the fancy doll reached into the folds of her long, flared dress, removing another of those strange porcelain masks, and for the first time Shadow Lynx saw the phallic plug against the black interior as the fancy doll walked toward the bound heroine.

    Near the fox woman, who had been watching with arms crossed, her tail flicking anxiously, a blue, glowing portal suddenly appeared, the energy within swirling in a maddening mix of white, blue, and black as it formed form a tunnel into…somewhere else.  The fox looked from the swirling portal to the fancy doll, tilting her head to one side, hands on her hips.

    “No, Kitsune, you have fulfilled everything we have agreed upon, and more” said the fancy doll in her posh British accent, not even looking back at the fox.  “Take your prizes back to your mistress, and we shall meet again at the appointed time, as agreed.  Now that we have such talented members within my court, we surely will have more than enough aid in your mistress’s endeavour.”

    The fox, Kitsune, nodded, and swept her hands outward and dipped into a rather mocking bow.  A pair of butlers appeared from another doorway, bringing with them the regal staff from the museum, and a mid-sized plastic case, which probably contained the dagger, though it seemed awfully big for just a knife.  Kitsune took the staff first, situating it upon her back, then took the case in hand.  She took one last look around the warehouse, and turned toward the portal.

    In front of Shadow Lynx, the fancy doll stood, looking up to Shadow Lynx as the heroine squirmed atop the torture device.  “Welcome to my court; I shall quite enjoy having another pet, though you will have to work hard to become as dear as my little Black Cat,” said the fancy doll, raising the mask toward Shadow Lynx’s face, phallic plug angling toward the heroine’s mouth, which was still held wide by the ring gag.

    Knowing she was fucked in more ways than one, Shadow Lynx quivered atop the dildos, desperately trying to free herself to no avail as the mask neared her face.  Her heart raced.  She couldn’t escape!

    And she was excited by her helplessness, her unwilling submission!  She needed it, wanted it!

    The mask neared, blotting out the light behind it.  She could smell the rubber that lined the interior, watched with wide eyes as the phallic plug approached her mouth.

    Then the fancy doll’s head snapped back violently and she staggered backward, the mask pulling away from Shadow Lynx.  Shadow Lynx caught a glimpse of blood and a circular hole with cracks radiating from it that had appeared on the left temple of the fancy doll’s mask.  As the fancy doll fell to the floor, the mask that had been meant for Shadow Lynx fell from her grasp clattering to the floor, the boom of a distant gunshot echoing through the warehouse.

    Though Shadow Lynx couldn’t react more than an orgasmic squeal and a wide-eyed stare as she struggled atop the torture device she was bound to, all hell broke loose around her.


    Oh my, Shadow Lynx is in a rough spot!  But what’s this?!  Gun Bunny for the save!

    We’re coming up on the final chapter, everyone!  Hope you’ve enjoyed the ride!

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