Part 27: Girls Night In the Dungeon Part 2
The nine of them were in their initial bondage. Now it was time for Emma to have fun with each of them individually. That fun would be varied. She would feed the masochistic natures of some of them. Others require a gentler touch, but Emma could be equally sadistic in many cases. She did want to give everyone a good time, but it would be her terms tonight. She had taken the second round of nanites and GiGi was still monitoring everyone. Mistress Cal was playing with Unworthy and occupied until she needed her again. It was time to finish the show.
That meant a certain minion needed to be put back in her place. The villainess would not stand for unruly henchmen. Tramp was getting a bit unruly, especially with the lack of cake. And she would still suffer with no cake tonight because of the evil villainess’s plotting.
Emma squatted in front of the upside-down minion. She was suspended over a bar by the back of her knees. The armbinder encasing her arms was attached to her ankles. An effective hogtie of sorts as her body arched.
“Are you comfortable enough and handling this position well enough?” Emma asked as she reached forth playing with Lisette's nipples.
Lisette moaned in pleasure before responding, “Yes, Lady Chastity.”
Emma’s lips crooked into a cruel smile, “Good, because you have earned me denying you cake forever, you unruly minion.”
Lisette gasped before pleading, “No! Anything but that. I'll do anything. Be your bestest minion. Please, I need cake. How can I be the ‘Cake Eater’ with no cake? And it's so delicious. I dream about unicorn cake and miss eating damsel cake.”
“You can't be trusted, therefore I must terminate you so you can never rebel against me again.”
“Please Lady Chastity. I'll do anything. Ending me is a bit extreme. I can be loyal.”
“Beg all you want. I will not suffer such lies and insubordination. Your torment hasn't even truly begun. It just further feeds my need to put an end to this, minion. An example must be set so no other ever considers stepping out of line again. And if you think I am evil for what I do to the supposed innocent, you will experience a fate far worse. I'm Lady Chastity. Those who stand in the way of my conquest will suffer the ultimate fate,” Emma said in her best villainess voice while monologuing in a cruel and sadistic tone.
Tramp looked a bit terrified as she was visibly shaking, “You will kill me?”
“Kill you? Death is a mercy. You and everyone else will have none. No, my plans will continue. You will join the legion of the permanently chaste as well as be denied what you truly desire.”
“Nooo!” Tramp screamed. “I'd rather die than be denied cake.”
“I will never give you or anyone else that kind of mercy. Not when my powers increase from every bit of suffering someone endures, including my own. No matter the end result, minion, you will suffer at my hands now before your fate is truly sealed. This will be the end for the Cake Eater,” Emma said as she stood in front of the upside-down hanging body. Her form was in a strict hogtie with a metal bar holding her up under her folded knees. The armbinder she seemed to enjoy kept her arms pinned together behind her back, forcing her modest breasts to thrust out further than normal.
Emma went and collected a device and brought it back to the upside-down Latina. Her fingers traced the soft skin of her minion's midsection. Lisette was pretty lithe especially in comparison to Emma and a few others here. She had plenty of tone with a bit of softness. A mix that Emma thought was wonderful.
Emma put the device near the navel of her minion, squeezing the buttons on the side of the device.
Zzt!
A brief snapping pop followed and her minion screaming after as the electrical charge touched flesh.
Emma had had a device or two used on her during the past week. She didn’t know if it was the same. Miss Keys has disabled her multiple times with one. In many ways, she hoped for more in the future despite what it did to her at the time.
She had ensured this one was set to its lowest setting to start. Not everyone was like Emma, especially in pain tolerance and her masochistic tendencies. She didn’t expect anyone to be like her, though Testis was the most willing to truly push her levels. She was far more open minded and, so far as Emma knew, willing to experience things even if just to understand it all better. But Testis was for later, she had to put her minion back in her place.
Emma had been stroking the outer thigh of Tramp’s shaking body. It was like she was convulsing, but more from fear and likely anticipation.
“Please…” Emma heard the word mumbling from the upside-down woman. She knew what was being asked, but she was Lady Chastity at that moment.
“Oh. You want more? Well, who am I to deny someone something that brings me both power and joy,” Emma announced as she put the device to Lisette’s right breast.
Emma reveled in the screams of her tormented minion. At one point she even put the device against her own inner thigh and activated it to see how it felt. She was never going to be able to measure someone else's pain tolerance while using her own, but she was curious what the low setting felt like. She felt the shock as little more than annoyance. She imagined if she kept it active longer it would be more interesting. She was also curious as to the higher settings, but she wasn’t here for that.
Emma kept it on the low setting as she tormented her minion. Though despite being a villainess, she only used it briefly and allowed her minion to settle between each use. It’s one thing to role-play a villain and another to be one. She wanted this to be a positive experience. One that Lisette set some base parameters of what she desired. In many ways, Emma was proud of Lisette for pushing her own boundaries. Never once did she use her safeword. Emma also knew she should end it soon for Lisette's sake as well as those bound and waiting their turn.
Emma was on her knees in front of her upside-down minion. She was tormenting her minion's nipple and breasts with her hands and mouth. A gasp escaped Tramp's lips as Emma sucked in her nipple and continued sucking, putting ample pressure on the sensitive nub.
“Please, Lady Chastity. Please. I'll do anything you want. I… I… Ahh!”
Emma released Tramp's nipple and grabbed her minion's hair, pulling her face closer to her, “Your begging is so sweet and tasty. Your screams even more so. It is time to end you.”
Tramp looked on in shock and fear. She begged and pleaded, “Please don’t kill me. Have mercy Lady Chastity. I will be your most loyal minion once again. Don’t do this to me. I can be of much more use to you.”
“Kill you? That would be a waste of power. Turning you into a mindless, drooling, and screaming mess of lust, fear, and pain? That is my end goal of humanity. To turn you into batteries to increase my power until all of you are gone. Your fear, your pain, and even your lust is so delicious. No, you will be an indispensable battery to feed me, among others.”
“Please just let me be your bestest minion again. I will help you harvest human batteries to further your domination to end humanity. I'm of much more value doing that than becoming a battery myself,” the restrained minion pleaded.
As Emma held her close, she could see the visible strain and discomfort she was causing.
“My instinct says, no. But the more minions who help, the faster my goal is met. I don’t think I can fully trust you. Not without a leash of sorts for now. So, your options are to become a battery, to have your ability to be cake denied by remaining in chastity, or to be denied eating cake until you prove you will never attempt to turn on me again. And proving it is likely a lifelong mission. Choose wisely.”
A look of horror on her face brought Emma to a huge cruel grin.
“I don’t want to be a battery… I am the Cake Eater. I exist to eat cake… and serve the most vile, evil villainess. But I like to be cake too. This… this is… You just want me to remain in chastity.”
Emma gives her evil villainess laugh, “That is the end goal for all. I have even taken steps to ensure that I am included. But no, I give you your choice of your short-term fate. We can have your mouth sealed to deny you your cake while allowing you to be cake for the time being if that is your choice. But only if you serve me well, minion.”
“You are truly evil, Lady Chastity. I will despise and loathe you while relishing my ability to continue serving a wickedly vile creature,” Tramp huffs. “Take away my ability to be cake. I must be the Cake Eater.”
“Careful, minion. Some of those words might be construed as flirting,” Emma stated, enjoying the reaction from Lisette. Her flush face turned even more red.
With Mistress Cal’s help, Emma got Lisette down and helped her to Nadia's bed to recover a bit. While she would like to help more with her aftercare, Emma had eight more people in bondage waiting their turn for Emma to finish her plans with them. So she left Lisette behind with a kiss to the forehead and in the care of Mistress Cal who still had her worm following her around. The worm was serving both Mistress Cal and Lisette now. GiGi was also keeping an eye or more realistically a camera or many on… well everyone.
Next up was Kit. Emma went and grabbed a few items as she thought about what she would actually do to her pet. The physically underdeveloped petite woman would probably let Emma do anything she wanted even if it was well past her limits. But Emma didn’t want to inflict anything too crazy considering Kit's previous relationship seemed abusive to Emma. There was questionable stuff she heard about even within the consent of her previous relationship. But Emma knew that she herself was vulnerable to being in a similar situation as she was willing to give all to a person or even people she trusted and wanted that type of relationship with.
She didn’t look down or judge Kit. She was a cautionary tale of sorts that Emma in ways was falling down the same path with her desires towards certain people. If anything, she admired Kit's complete devotion, loyalty, and commitment even at her own expense. It was a kindred feeling Emma shared with her and others. Emma just had more sides to her personality and desires, including her dominant side.
Standing over her pet, “Are you good or do we need to switch it up?”
Kit wasn’t upside-down like Lisette, her back was arched with her wrists and ankles restrained. Her body bent like she was a bow. The strain on her face was clear, but Kit was never one to complain. Emma had never found herself in this position, but she imagined the strain on the lower back was significant.
“I'm good, Goddess.” Emma guessed she could see the concern in her face, causing Kit to further respond, “It is a strenuous position, but I can handle it further. I'm ready for you.”
She wasn’t using her safeword or looking to change things, so Emma’s concern turned into a sadistic grin.
“Very well, pet. It may not be much yet, but you get some one-on-one action with me for a bit. As it seems, I have been collecting new piercings, though I still have less than you. I did ensure a number of them are locked away so I can't play with them,” Emma said as she rubbed the metal covered crotch area of Kit. “There are still plenty of others for me to do… well whatever I want with,” Emma’s sadistic side creeping out even if she wouldn't go too far with Kit. It was a mind game to play on Kit as well as the others. To build the tension and anticipation of what they thought she might do to them.
Emma’s hand ran over the chastity belt before sliding across to Kit's flesh. Her fingers found Kit's navel and the first piercing she had reached.
“I don’t have one of these yet, but I don’t doubt I will walk away from this cruise without it. I've received hints or more confirmation that certain piercings will be happening. If you're a good kitten, you may get to experience my latest ones before we are done,” Emma said before briefly pausing, rubbing some of her tongue piercings against the roof of her mouth. “Who am I kidding, you will experience them.”
Emma leaned forward and stuck her tongue out and started licking a circle around Kit's navel and piercing. She was only using the tip of her tongue and the piercings on them for now. Her tongue was still a bit sensitive even with the medications that were used. It was the previous evening that she got them and without the experimental drugs, she doubted she would be able to do this much less everything that has happened throughout the day leading up to this.
Emma traced her pierced tongue on Kit's midsection and down towards her chest. Her tongue soon found a pierced nipple, encapsulating it, jewelry and all. Emma sucked in like a vacuum with her lips creating the seal on Kit's tender flesh. Her own jeweled tongue flickered over the sensitive nipple and areola causing moaning gasps from her helpless pet. Periodic clicking from her tongue's jewelry and Kit's nipple rings. She felt herself nearly stuck as the jewelry tangled up at point as Emma was still adjusting to her new changes.
With her mouth busy, Emma’s hand found Kit's other nub. Her index finger slid through the nipple ring as the rest of her hand spread further over the underdeveloped breast. A slight squeeze of the hand while flicking her pierced tongue on Kit's other nipple left her bound pet… mewling?
It took every ounce of focus to not laugh, though the sounds had another effect. They came out quite erotic and Emma soon felt the tingling pain sensation in her own womb but didn’t stop. This motivated Emma to work over Kit's body. She explored Kit's tongue and septum piercings. She nearly regretted not having access to the lower piercings under the belt. That likely would have led Emma to truly torment and pleasure her pet beyond the purpose of the evening. It still brought out the idea in the back of her mind. She had tasted many other women on this trip so far. She had even gotten a taste of Kit the first night in the pit. Emma would taste her again before it was over.
Emma eventually slid the tips of her index fingers to the first joint and gently pulled them up, stretching the nearly flat chest of Kit. Kit was already arched in the position she was locked in, but now was trying to adjust to relieve the strain on her nipples. There was a whimper coming from beneath her and Emma knew this position she left Kit in was never comfortable, but she had endured it without complaint.
“Are you ready for this to be over, my little stray?”
There was another whimper with a pained answer, “No, Goddess.”
“You have already exceeded my expectations, little one. I'm not looking to break you tonight. And I have others to entertain as well. You did well, but I will release you in a moment so you can relax or watch the rest of the show,” Emma said before giving the piercings one final tug and releasing Kit from her bondage.
She had left Kit on Nadia's bed with Lisette watching over her. It was the most convenient place in the lab for people to relax. Nadia didn’t seem to mind sharing her space and there was little she could do to stop it as she hung upside-down on the water wheel with water cascading over her. Nadia and Nix were for later as they were the last ones set up. It was time for the next bit of entertainment.
Angie was still bound to the pole, fully clothed and kneeling. The position was far less strenuous than what Lisette and Kit had endured as well as what a few others were still enduring.
The psychiatrist was an interesting woman in her own right. Emma had removed Angie’s glasses earlier when she bound her. The buttoned-down shirt and pencil skirt gave off a professional look that had its own sex appeal. Her nervousness didn’t hide the fear, especially when Emma's eyes bore into hers. Then again maybe Emma would find Angie’s soul and torment her properly for that kiss.
While Emma wasn’t truly jealous of Miss Keys’s kissing Angie, that was the intent and Emma would play it up for this. Angie was the patsy anyway.
A sadistic smile crept on to her face as Emma looked at Angie like a piece of meat.
“It’s time to suffer for your transgressions. You defiled her with your foul mouth. That can't go unpunished. You took what belonged to me and denied me what I should have had,” Emma said in a cold, monotone voice as she knelt in front of the terrified woman.
Emma’s hand shot up around the collared throat of Angie, leaning in, practically snarling as Angie visibly trembled, “You are just the first of many I need to remove. All of those vying for her attention.”
“Yes!” Emma’s voice rose, a sense of excitement and cruelty mixed together. “You will be the first,” Emma’s other hand grabbed one of Angie’s breasts and squeezed.
Angie squealed more from the surprise than actual pain. Though she fought against her bonds. Her eyes were as wide as a deer staring at the oncoming headlights.
As Angie went to speak, or likely plead, Emma removed her hand from Angie’s throat and shoved two fingers into Angie’s mouth, causing her to gag.
“Words mean nothing, especially after your actions. Did you really think you would get away with it without enjoying the consequences? And yes, your suffering will be enjoyable… for me at least. But we both know you have some twisted desires, you will likely enjoy it far too much as your life fades away.”
As Angie went to speak again, Emma’s fingers were back in her mouth, gagging Angie.
Emma stood and circled her victim before stopping behind her and kneeling over Angie’s legs. Reaching around the pole and Angie, Emma grabbed both Angie’s breasts and squeezed as she squealed and screamed. She tormented them as she worked to feel through Angie’s shirt and bra to get a hold of Angie’s nipples.
“Please Emma…” was the start of her pleading that fell on Emma’s deaf ears. The screams and cries were just the beginning before her hands slid off the breasts and to the sides of Angie. Those screams and cries took a different tone as laughs interrupted the pleas. The pole shook with the rest Angie as she tried to escape her latest torment as Emma tickled her without mercy.
Emma worked over Angie’s midsection as the psychiatrist pleaded to stop, but Emma had another area to focus on. Turning around, she removed Angie’s heels, exposing her nylon covered feet. It was clear to Angie what was next.
“No no no no. I'm about to pee myself already.”
Emma just grinned even more at the words as her hands went to work on the bottoms of Angie’s feet. Emma enjoyed the feel of nylon and found its feel just as sexy as its look. The bound woman's squirming feet just enhanced the sensation Emma felt as she tormented her latest victim.
After a time, Angie whined, “I can't hold it, please stop.”
Emma was undeterred. She focused more on the nylon clad feet as Angie screamed out and cried. The smell was obvious, but Emma didn’t let up quite yet. Something so diabolic yet simple. Fun up to the point it isn’t. Something that makes you laugh yet continued exposure was tremendous torture.
Emma let up a bit after the mess was made and soon stood before the vile woman who dared to try to seduce the woman she desired. The woman's head sagged as much as it could while held to the pole. She was quietly sobbing. Angie wanted to be pushed and had yet to use her safeword. Emma didn’t mind laying more on.
“You're so disgusting. To think you thought you had a chance with her. You will be the first of many I remove. That is why I won’t be releasing you yet. I will let you stew and kneel in your own filth while I enjoy tormenting the others awaiting their turn.”
Emma moved to retrieve a ball gag, returning to the therapist to further silence her, “I will not end this quickly or show you the mercy of a quick death. Your suffering will be eternal and I will bask in its glory while being with her in any capacity she desires.”
Emma looked into Angie’s wide eyes containing fear. Leaning forward, Emma’s lips touched the sweaty forehead. Her kiss was soft and gentle, but the words following were another warning.
“This is just the beginning, wannabe thief skank.”
It seemed silly to be trying to play mind games with someone who's job it is to help those struggling with mental issues and problems. Clearly Angie was enjoying the experience enough including some of the previous ones Emma had been around for. Angie was another conundrum for Emma. Her actions towards Emma were unexpected and at times she chose to experience some of what Emma had done. Some of those things were not for the faint of heart.
“I bet what is running between your legs and pooling on the ground isn’t just from your bladder emptying. A wanton slut like you is getting off on all of this despite your belt preventing any direct stimulation down there. If you were trying to imitate me instead of trying to steal her from me, I would be thrilled to make you mine. But that is not how your existence will be. Enjoy what little peace you have left,” Emma snarled as she finished looking into the terrified yet excited face of the crying Angie before turning away and looking at who was next.
Who was next was going to be fun in its own right. She may have been acting as a jealous psycho moments ago, so shifting to evil villainess, Lady Chastity, was an easy transition as there were similarities in Emma’s frame of mind. The damsel was in for a world of hurt, at least for part of it. Lady Chastity had already made her minion suffer earlier. The damsel, Janice, was another who didn’t openly admit their need to suffer while being controlled. Janice and Emma had done plenty to each other during the demonstrations they had done together.
Lady Chastity walked over to the damsel, who was folded in half at the waist. She stood on her heels with her head and upper torso between her legs, her arms pulled behind her knees and cuffed to the metal poles on the side. Her ankles similarly cuffed to the pole with only clips to give her slightly more of a chance to escape this uncomfortable position.
Emma could see the strain in Janice's body. Her legs were shaking slightly. Her face and neck were red from the blood rushing through them from being bent over.
There had been minimal movement until she saw Lady Chastity coming. Then the damsel needed to play her role and pretended to escape.
That left Emma to smirk. The closet masochist was due for a step up in intensity from Emma, at least for a moment.
As Lady Chastity reached the damsel, she leaned over despite the difficulty while wearing her corset and grabbed the hanging hair of the damsel. She gave a brief pull that brought the damsel’s head further between her legs and closer to herself. The damsel gave a whine while shifting to try to find some relief or comfort, but she had little movement to work with.
“One would think you want to be mine full-time. Always waiting for this villainess to do dastardly things to you. I warned you about the three strikes earlier. Now it is time to take my pound of flesh from your body and soul.”
Emma let go of Janice's hair as she shifted and sank to her knees. Reaching towards Janice's feet, she warned, “Do your best to lift your foot. Though I won’t mind you struggling so it hurts more. You will suffer for your choices either way. My ego is bruised, but my reputation will not be slandered. Lady Chastity shall dominate the world through a lack of procreation through chastity.”
Emma worked to remove Janice's heel on her right foot. There was little movement Janice could give her, but Emma slowly worked it off as she added, “It will be the end of humanity… or at least the pretty ones.”
Emma looked on, watching Janice's foot struggle to flatten to the floor. Janice's heel barely moved down as her restraints, especially the ankle cuff held it up. Her right foot was now fully supported by her toes and partially the balls of her foot. There was no support for her heel and the grunts from Janice only emphasized the discomfort.
Emma moved to do Janice's left foot as she continued her villainess monologue, “Fortunately, or not, for you and the others, I feed on your pain and suffering. It empowers me. It brings me enjoyment. It means I get to do amazing things to those in desperate need of being controlled whether they realize it or not…”
The damsel was in position and ready as Emma’s fingers ran over the ample ass in front of her. They traced further down the thighs of the woman she was about to punish for having such lovely things. It was one of the many excuses Lady Chastity found as her jealousy towards those who were sexier than her in even one area.
The wooden cane soon caressed those same body parts moments later, followed by a swoosh. The damsel yelp was music to her ears, but not the full reaction she was going for. Lady Chastity reddened the desirable backside one thin line at a time. She tenderized the lovely flesh that she could sink her teeth into to further hear the lovely sounds that empower her. That momentary thought gave her an idea.
Lady Chastity was soon on her knees. The wooden cane was forgotten as her face was looking at the giant red apple in front of her. Her hands braced against the battered thighs, intensifying the magnificent sounds coming from the damsel. Leaning forward, Lady Chastity’s mouth neared the ripe fruit before her teeth sunk into the fleshy appetizer.
The damsel screamed. Lady Chastity hadn’t broken skin or done any significant damage, but no doubt the surprise factor and the entire situation she was in caught her off guard. Lady Chastity was going to enjoy her bite. Savor the taste of this random nameless damsel. Her tongue lashed out at the flesh in between her teeth.
Licking her dessert wasn’t enough, Lady Chastity made sure she sealed her lips around the bruising flesh. She sucked, drawing the damsel’s blood towards the aching bruised flesh. The squeals created a symphony as the meaty flesh tried to wiggle from her. Lady Chastity was not letting her prize get away and she latched on harder. The suction increased and her tongue worked over and savored the taste.
Emma knew her time as Lady Chastity should end soon. Finishing her tasty bite of flesh, Emma pulled her mouth away. The dark bruise was highly noticeable. She hadn’t given someone a hickey since a teenager, and most definitely not in that spot. Janice likely wouldn't forget it for at least a day or two whenever she sat or put any pressure on it.
Smiling as she got up, Emma stepped away from Janice and had a brief one-sided chat with GiGi. She didn’t want GiGi to talk and give away things since she was on speaker even if she could have adjusted something so Emma could hear. Other than a few beeps of acknowledgement, GiGi didn’t say anything until Emma returned to Janice.
This was Emma’s second time letting GiGi take over her body. There were no visual cues nor was there anything internally beyond her body moving without her input. Instinct was to resist which she supposedly could if she tried. That wasn’t the point of this. She was wearing the suit which helped GiGi, but by allowing GiGi to control Emma’s movements further helped GiGi learn even more. Emma’s mind was still hers as GiGi didn’t have access to her thoughts. Though there was a question as to what GiGi could do with her body if she chose to. Are there things going on Emma wasn’t aware of? Emma didn’t want to focus on that as it made her more tense and resistant. It was something to consider if she did it again. Yes, she had asked questions the first time and she was being watched over. There was less of that this time as Emma wanted privacy during this. She also saw no reason to get paranoid. This was meant for GiGi to learn, Emma to enjoy the experience, and Janice to face the consequences of her desires.
With GiGi now in control of Emma, Emma’s gloved hand caressed the thin red welt on Janice's rear. A soft whimper came from Janice. GiGi was likely learning and gaining information with each touch. The hand eventually reached the bruised spot made by Emma’s last action.
“I have some indication this is a form of marking territory or property by some. I am left wondering why Emma did this when you are not hers. Unfortunately my sensors don't let me read her thoughts nor do I have sensory input from her mouth. Hopefully the mouth sensory issues get rectified sooner than later. Taste, tactility, and so much more to explore and experience. One of the five human senses I am missing. What's it like to have a mouth? A tongue? These inputs could change so much in how I interpret things. Smell is supposed to be of great value as well. Then again each of the human senses holds incredible value separately and together,” GiGi said through the speakers to Janice, almost rambling.
“I want to mark you similarly, but my limitations of how to properly use her mouth without hurting you prevents me from doing it. It is easy to find the theory and examples. I was able to understand certain aspects and some of the pressure applied. But there are gaps between knowing and understanding information and practical application. Though physical sensations are something I am learning more than ever through Emma,” GiGi's words ended with a loud smack.
Only Emma found herself wanting to blush and moan as her own hand slapped her own ass. She wasn’t in control of her body much, but she felt the blood enter her cheeks and the soft moan as multiple strikes of varying intensities, locations on her rear, and time between each strike. This was definitely not what she expected. As if she needed anymore help getting turned on and being more sexually frustrated.
GiGi added, “I am but an infant in physical sensory. Learning through Emma’s touch and movements is quite fascinating, so is sensing the impact she gives to others on herself. Her bodily reactions are even more fascinating. There is plenty of information to sift through on that alone. A self proclaimed masochist’s reactions. Eventually I will experience others to further evaluate and decipher similarities and differences among other things. That is for later as I should move towards my next lesson.”
Emma soon found her body putting on latex gloves and a strapon harness. With a bottle of lube in hand, GiGi spoke to Janice.
“My chastity slave, it is time I get to penetrate you again. Through Emma’s movements and this special dildo, I will learn how to… fuck your ass. Though I will be asking questions and for feedback. So be a good girl and answer your Mistress properly as this is another important lesson for both of us,” GiGi stated with added authority in her tone.
Emma watched essentially from the backseat as GiGi used Emma’s body to take Janice. It started as slow with plenty of questions about comfort and what things felt like. It started with a finger touching the outer sphincter and progressed until Emma’s hips were smashing into Janice's ass. The strapon buried deep after a thorough and insightful lesson on strapon anal.
“Thank you Emma for letting me use your body and learn more. Thank you Janice for being a good chastity slave and helping me further develop. This was enlightening once again. The knowledge I gained from our first interaction was immense. This time should be no different. Too bad Emma’s suit isn’t designed for her to be explored internally like that. One day I expect to experience what it is like to be penetrated in each of my holes. To know what humans feel in that regard. I know it is much more than just the feeling of being penetrated. Emma’s hormones and the tension in her body changed throughout. It was once again good to feel what the “giver” is feeling once again, at least in Emma’s case. There are still gaps in my understanding and I need more experience, but that will come in time. I have so many questions for you Emma, but I will wait until this is over and ask some. Thankfully, I remember everything so waiting is fine,” GiGi went on as Janice was released and Emma took control of her body again.
Janice was a little worse for the wear between the position, the caning, and the intrusion experience in her rear. She said she enjoyed herself and was in good spirits as she went to relax. Emma was a bit surprised to see her go over to Nadia. They had a complicated past, but they had a lot in common as well. Nadia was still bound upside-down on the water wheel. Emma watched a few moments to make sure nothing was happening before focusing on her next targets.
Emma set a chair down in front of the glass box that currently housed her doll. GiGi was still giving commands for poses even when she took over Emma’s body. Her Lolita doll was holding a ridiculous pose with the collar around her neck keeping her upright and unable to escape. Ovary was the most limiting of the group in what Emma was allowed to do. So Emma used the look Ovary had portrayed on the ship and put it in the spotlight. Hence being treated like a doll and forced to pose for an audience.
As the night was already running long, Emma took a seat and called over her worm. She would take care of two of her worshipers at once to save time, but also relax for a moment.
Mistress Cal had a smug look as she walked the worm to Emma.
“How has she performed?” Emma asked.
“Took her some time to figure out better ways to move. I kept her motivated to move when necessary,” Mistress Cal responded.
The butt plug had features that were meant to get attention in some way and it seemed Unworthy had felt them. Though that was not surprising as those two also had a complicated relationship Emma didn’t really know much about.
“How has your temporary ascension to a worm been going?”
“I ahh,” Unworthy started to squirm as her answer was interrupted.
Her ass shot into the air before thrusting back down. Her encased body wiggling trying to escape the torment in her rear hole. Her motions made it seem like she was humping the floor. The crying whimpers likely meant the intensity was reasonably high, but Emma wasn’t sure which setting she was enduring.
Mistress Cal still had the remote as Emma looked over to her. Moments later, Unworthy let out a frustrated cry as her worm body relaxed and flattened to the floor.
“Seems you are enjoying your ascension plenty,” Emma said, reaching to move the hair from Unworthy’s face.
Unworthy’s flush face turned redder. Whether it was Emma’s comment or touch, Emma didn’t know. Her worm was clearly flustered and no doubt incredibly horny as most the women in here likely were. Emma herself struggled at times, especially with all the beautiful women she was playing with tonight. Each and every one of them locked in chastity and denied attention there while getting attention in other areas of the body. Some were enjoying it more than others. A few of them reveled in the denial and got off in other ways.
Emma hadn’t forgotten her afternoon as a uni-cow again or what Princess did to her at the end. Her rear hole was still sore and her orgasm wickedly intense. She didn’t want to think about whether that would be the last one she would ever have. This night was about the others, not her.
Thankfully her thoughts were interrupted and reality moved forward with her paying attention as the worm spoke, “Thank you Goddess for a chance to see a future ascension that is possible. I know my place is the lowest of the low and where I belong. It is a great gift to see what is out there even if I never attain it. I owe you so much for opening my eyes. Please let me serve you.”
Emma crossed one leg over the other and slid off her high heel. She followed it up doing the same to the other.
“It seemed you behaved and my toes could use some attention. A worm nibbling on them and pleasing her Goddess is far more than you deserve. You should be thankful that I give your kind any attention at all. Maybe I should let Mistress Cal have her way with you.”
Unworthy gasped and her face turned red once again. Her signals were a bit confusing to Emma this evening.
Mistress Cal chimed in, “I would love some more time with the worm.”
Wiggling her toes in the worm's face, Emma decreed, “Nibble. I have another worshiper to deal with right now. She and all the others are far superior and more deserving of my attention. So enjoy it while you have the chance.”
Unworthy’s mouth started on Emma’s big toe even if it was covered by the special suit. It tickled at first, but Emma couldn’t let it be a distraction. Her attention turned back to her doll. The current pose was so ridiculous, yet cute.
“GiGi, I will take over Ovary’s poses again.”
“As you wish, Emma.”
“Thank you for your help once again, GiGi. We will talk later and I am sure there is more for you to learn while watching and keeping an eye on the others to ensure they are okay.”
Ovary was standing with one hand over the skirt of her dress, rubbing her belt-covered crotch. Her other hand was tracing circles over where her nipple would be under the dress. Her tongue covered her upper lip as it tried to reach her nose. She had a cross-eyed look as she tried staring at the tip of her nose.
“Dolls! Such posers! I mean that is one of the main things they are designed for. To be played with and posed. So tell me Ovary, do you enjoy being a poser?”
“I'll be whatever you want me to be. I serve you, Goddess.”
“Hopefully, you are not the other kind of poser and lying to me. You'd miss out on your potential reward if you did.”
Emma ran Ovary through more poses. Some were embarrassing. Some were sexy. Some tested her balance and focus. Emma went through enjoying herself while also getting her toes nibbled on by a worm. It interrupted her a couple times, usually when Mistress Cal used the remote on the worm.
“GiGi, how did Ovary perform in enacting your pose commands.”
There was a pause which Emma felt was intentional to seem like a more human response from GiGi.
“Her performance was adequate. Likely much higher by human standards. There are things to work on and improve. I'm still learning the limitations of your fleshy bodies. My experience inside you helps, but I still don't experience every facet. Something I desire to explore and understand. Ovary’s performance was more than satisfactory based on the reviews of some that are watching. They have been positive by the star metrics offered as well as comments.”
“Thank you GiGi,” responded before turning her attention to the worm. “Since you have enjoyed your time of ascension above your proper station, I will allow it for the rest of our time here if you want to please me in rewarding my assistant. She would like some time with you serving her as a lowly worm. No doubt you don't mind pleasing both of us and everything will still be watched. Any potential issues brought to my attention. This is one of the few choices I will offer you. Remain a worm and serve Mistress Cal to the end or I'll demote you back to Unworthy. I will not force any consequences for ending it, but you may miss out on an experience you may enjoy, or maybe not. This is an opportunity in a safe environment. So, worm or Unworthy?”
The worm slithered off with Mistress Cal towards another part of the lab. Emma smiled to herself, hoping things would go well. There was definitely interest on Mistress Cal’s part. For Unworthy, everything was a mess and who knows what will happen. The women's issues were deep and Mistress Cal hadn’t exactly been the type of person Unworthy wanted to be around. The fear and the torment the first time the two interacted with Emma there was mildly amusing yet disturbing. Didn’t help Emma had Unworthy and Kit as cumdumps in the club at the time and Mistress Cal had her fun with Unworthy.
Turning her attention back to the glass case that was currently storing her Lolita doll, Emma made her way over to it after grabbing a couple items. As she stood off to the side of the case, she turned to the camera and waved.
Entering the case after the one side lifted, she ducked under the chains to the collar and slipped behind Ovary. Her lips tenderly kissed Ovary just below the ear before whispering, “Does my doll want her reward? To be fuck by a goddess? Your Goddess fucking your only viable hole in front of an audience? It might be your only chance to experience this. And I most definitely want to hear the noises and replay it later to see your face. I mean between you and Kit, I feel dirty doing things with either of you. Neither of you look like adults. Your outfits definitely don't, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to take advantage of you despite going to hell for using my little Lolita doll like this.” Emma nibbled on Ovary’s ear. “Tell them how much you want your Goddess to fuck you in front of them. Tell them you love to be played with. That you enjoy being my doll. Make me believe you are committed to this. Show them what you bring as one of my worshipers.”
Emma continued to kiss and nibble on Ovary as she talked to the audience and Emma. Ovary had brought passion that Emma had hoped for. Her doll wanted her Goddess to take her even if it was in front of others. For Emma, this was becoming her norm on the cruise. The public displays. While this event tonight was supposed to be private and it was except for this part with Ovary. This was Emma’s way of pushing Ovary while remaining within her limits.
Emma took her time to put on the strapon and lube up Ovary’s love hole. Emma hadn’t put her heels back on as she was still taller than Ovary in her heels. There wasn't a ton of room in the glass case and the chains limited Emma some. She still lifted Ovary’s dress and lined up her entrance. The gasp from Ovary from the touch of her sphincter. Emma hadn’t even put any pressure yet. Emma slowly worked her way in savoring the sounds coming from her doll. Once she was in enough, she went back to kissing and nibbling on her doll.
The sensual penetration elicited many lovely moans and squeals. Emma would have to watch it later as she definitely wanted to see the facial expressions. She worked her doll into a frenzy that even the chastity belt didn’t stop Ovary from begging to cum. Good thing her Goddess was rewarding her as soon dribbles hit the floor from underneath the dress. Emma was sure there was more of a mess in the belt and likely on the inside of the dress.
Nibbling on Ovary’s ear, Emma whispered, “Wave to the crowd and thank them for watching.”
Emma released Ovary with Lisette and Kit helping clean up so Emma could focus on those left.
Next up was the unplanned guest. Not that Emma wasn’t glad PUSHY was there. She was an enigma to Emma. A mystery that left an itch for Emma to solve, but one she was not supposed to. None of that mattered because she was another person Emma met that she enjoyed being around. Now it was time to test and enjoy the woman who was once again sent to assist Emma.
“You seem to be doing well,” Emma commented as she watched PUSHY manipulate the contraption she was in. Her body stretched in different angles. “Show me what you can do.”
PUSHY showed off her flexibility, contorting to different positions. Eventually her legs straightened out to either side until she was in the splits. The side effect was it pushed the upper part of the wooden boards where her wrists were attached towards her shoulders. It gave Emma an idea if she could make it work.
After some discussion and a little help from Janice, since Nadia was still currently bound, PUSHY was basically locked in a suspended splits. The outer chains had been shortened to help keep her in position.
It was the fucking machine that Emma set up that would be the devious entertainment. The chastity belt once again prevented access to the front, but the back hole was an option. PUSHY was game.
With the dildo inserted into PUSHY’s rectum, Emma asked, “Are you ready to try and orgasm from this position?”
“Yes, Miss Emma.”
“I'm a bit jealous. There is no way I can get into that position right now. In my teenage years, sure. But I am too pathetically out of shape and practice for something like this.”
“The Mistresses work me hard most days. My flexibility, endurance, and stamina are put to the test in some way most every day. I doubt I started out being able to handle something like this. At least I doubt I could before my treatment started.”
“Well we will start this slow.”
“You are much too kind to me. I would expect it to be started near full speed back at the Academy.”
“Well, I don’t know if this is even set up right, so I will play it safe to start. I have no experience with this or what it is fully capable of. Plus, you are not at the Academy right now. I have little doubt you can handle it. If I wasn’t so thoroughly used earlier today, I would be tempted to test it out.”
“Ah yes, the uni-cow experience. I heard about the bovine cock you took. I'm torn at the idea of experiencing one myself. Truly expected one of the mistresses to have tried one on me already.”
“Maybe some day,” Emma said as she turned the machine on.
PUSHY grunted followed some moans. Emma watched her try to lift her body as much as she could, only to try and match the upward thrust and slam down on it.
“HARDER!” PUSHY screamed out.
Emma smiled and increased the speed. PUSHY was doing her best to violate herself with even more intensity than Emma had given her.
This was its own show that Emma had an up close and personal view of. It didn’t take long for PUSHY to scream out an orgasm. That just meant Emma increased the speed even more. The dildo crashed in and out, pounding the fit backdoor of PUSHY. This just excited PUSHY more. Emma was both impressed and a bit jealous of her attendant’s ability to take an anal pounding and want more. Yes, Emma endured hers earlier, but her enthusiasm was more drug induced. It seemed they pushed PUSHY in a number of ways. It left Emma even more curious about this Academy.
Though Emma had been turned on all evening and suffered herself in multiple ways, she couldn’t help herself. Her fingers traced the soft skin and hardened muscles of the toned, stretched legs. Her lips found PUSHY’s midsection. Her own jewelry in her tongue clicked against the belly jewelry. The scream and trembling body only excited Emma to explore even further.
Pushing PUSHY to multiple orgasms was both exciting and frustrating. Emma seemed to reward her each time they met while she herself was denied. The fun still needed to end as she released PUSHY.
Ensuring PUSHY was good, it was time for Emma to get wet. She had concerns about the suit having problems or even causing harm if she got wet. But she was told at worst she would just lose the connection to GiGi and try not to submerge herself in water.
Emma grabbed a riding crop along the way to her last two victims.
Turning off the water, Emma shifted towards the upside-down Testis. The Latina goth chick's feet were closer to Emma’s eye level. Her large breasts with small buckets of water hanging from them blocked Emma from seeing her head or face.
Smack!
Testis yelped as a mild red mark appeared on her inner thigh.
“Seems like you are still alive.”
“Goddess!”
Smack!
Emma left a matching mark on the other inner thigh.
Waiting out the squeal, “Are you good to continue?”
“Yes Goddess.”
“Good. Your punishment will begin after a brief talk with the troublemaker on the other side.”
Emma added a swat with the riding crop to each inner thigh again. Emma knew it was a tender area that often was more sensitive than other parts of the body. Emma had plenty of experience with feeling that sensation. For her it was foreplay, but for others it could be quite painful. Testis wanted to be pushed and feel some pain even if she wasn’t a masochist or into pain. Emma figured she was trying to show her Goddess her worth by taking more than she was accustomed to.
As she stood in front of Nix, “I need a picture to remember what a drowned pixie looks like.”
“Switch places and we can have a drowned unicorn.”
“You already have seen that with the dunking booth,” Emma flicked one of Nix’s nipple rings with the crop as she responded. “Since you are in high spirits and ready for your actual drowning, we will commence.”
Nix had a few choice words for Emma as she returned to the side and reactivated the water. As it cascaded over the wheel and the two bodies bound to it, Emma unlocked the wheel. Rotating it, she watched as Testis's head submerged under the water. Nix was reaching the apex of the wheel. As Testis remained submerged as the wheel slowly spun, Nix was facing the full onslaught of the water pouring down on her exposed body. She couldn’t torment Nix with it too long with Testis under water as she continued turning the wheel.
Soon Testis was upright on the wheel with Nix upside-down and on her way to being submerged. The buckets full of water pulled heavily on Testis's ample breasts.
By the time Testis crested the top of the arc and made her way back down, the buckets flipped back down pulling her breasts the opposite direction. Thankfully, the buckets were small and the arch of Testis's body pushed her breasts out and head back so they didn’t hit her. The cascading water refilled them.
Emma kept the rotation going until both had been submerged three times before locking the wheel and turning off the water. Making her way to the upside-down goth worshiper. Emma took her time punishing Testis's inner thighs.
“Would you like more, Testis?”
“Yes Goddess.”
“Good. Let me deal with the pixie and then we will finish this.”
Returning to Nix, “Enjoying yourself?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh you want another dunk in the pee pool.”
“Ew. No, that is gross. I'm just cold without the water on.”
“I could pee on you and warm you up.”
“You're never going to let me live that down?”
“No, my troublemaking pixie. Would you like to be let down? I can also use the crop to warm you up.”
“You know I am not into pain like you.”
“How unfortunate. At least you look sexy covered in pee water.”
“I did not pee in the water. I reserve the right to pee on you.”
“Evil little pixie. No poop.”
“Oh my god, Emma. That is… no. Never.”
“That is Goddess. And you are right, I decreed no poop, Nixie. I have to make sure with troublemaking pixies.”
“Whatever.”
“Nixie.”
“What?”
“You look adorable covered in pee water.”
Nix groaned, but Emma released her so she could dry off and warm up.
Emma unlocked the wheel and went about dunking Testis again. This time she went slower watching the bound woman struggle towards the end. Testis didn’t have much movement, but the signs of her need for breath were obvious.
Emma turned the wheel until Testis head was just out of the water. Listening to her gasp for air, Emma reversed the wheel and submerged her again, only giving her a moment to get another breath.
Emma turned the wheel to bring her back up. The coughing gasp permeated through the lab.
Locking the wheel, Emma moved in front of the drenched Latina. Her body still arched backwards bound to the wheel. Her ample breasts at the forefront. Buckets filled with water hung from the clamps squeezing her nipples, causing her breasts to be pulled down.
“Perfect targets,” Emma thought.
Smack! Smack!…
The crop landed in quick succession. Testis screamed as Emma quickly alternated strokes to the exposed breasts. Testis wasn’t a masochist like Emma, but asked to be pushed, to endure things beyond her comfort, to experience pain from her Goddess. Emma strokes wouldn’t leave marks, just some reddening.
Despite not having much ability to move, Testis had her tits trying to avoid contact. There was nowhere to go, but still the water sloshed in the buckets with some of it spilling out. This only caused Testis more pain as she cried. Emma ended it after a dozen strokes.
Emma gave her a few moments to recover before her left hand clamped down on Testis's right breast. Her right forefinger and thumb found the clamp on the stretched nipple. Applying pressure to the ends of the clamp, it slowly opened. The nipple was slightly sticking to the ends of the clamps. The squeals of pain came, but Emma continued as she removed the clamp from the slightly battered breast.
Emma’s mouth took in the front part of the breast she held, including her nipple. Her tongue worked the sensitive and tormented nipple. A flick. Tracing her areola. A bit of suction.
“MYSTICAL FUCKNUTS! MYSTICAL FUCKNUTS!” Testis screamed as she sobbed clearly in pain.
Emma immediately stopped. Immediately worried and started checking over her crying worshiper. She hadn’t expected her safeword, at least not at that moment. She didn’t feel like she was doing anything to hurt her enough for it. So she continued to check out the bound woman for an injury while hoping she would calm down soon to find out what happened to her.
Others came over and helped Emma release Testis from the wheel.
“I'm sorry, Goddess. I didn’t mean to. You made me feel good… too good. That infernal device in my womb. It’s pure evil and did what it is designed to. I didn’t mean to ruin this…”
Emma leaned in and kissed the still soaking wet worshiper.
“I'm glad you're okay. I just want my bubbly goth back and to not be injured. That is why you are getting it removed as soon as possible. This is more than enough of a test in my mind. I'll release you from your chastity.”
“But…”
“You can't do anything with it inside of you except torment yourself. And if you still desire the permanent chastity, then you know when that happens at the end of the trip. But I won’t be adding anything in and neither will you. Understood?”
“Yes Goddess,” the shivering woman responded.
“We need to remove the other clamp and then get you warmed up.”
“Can you, Goddess?”
“Are you going to add extra words to your safeword again?”
Her eyes went wide, Testis quickly responded, “Sorry. It felt so good only for it to hurt so bad. I'll be good and take it like a proper worshiper of the Unicorn Goddess.”
Emma removed the nipple clamp and bucket. Testis immediately hugged Emma causing her clothes to further get wet. Not like Emma could feel the wetness. GiGi's suit was still covering Emma from the neck down. Wet hair rubbed the lower portion of her face. If her makeup wasn’t already ruined, it was now.
“Alright, I need to release the rest of them and release you prisoners from my dungeon. For all I know, the ship has sunk and we are the only ones on board at the bottom. Thank you for letting us use your lab.”
“Whenever my Goddess wants. My lab is open to you.”
“I really need to finish this. I'm exhausted as I am sure the rest of you are too. And tomorrow will be another busy day,” Emma said as she separated herself from Testis.
“Harem therapy!” the naked Latina shouted bouncy up and down, her arms wavy in the air.
“Don’t ever lose that enthusiasm,” Emma said as she smiled. It was hard to not feel better around this woman when she was excited.