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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