Continues from Heaven and Hell (I)
The story so far.
Our narrator – who we shall call Kitty – is a vivacious lusty girl from a dying planet who is abducted and taken as a pleasure slave aboard a strange craft where she immediately becomes the “Captain’s pet”.
“I enjoy sex enormously, especially with lots of rough play to spice it up,” she says. “I mean I really love it. It makes me feel so alive. When we were all in the caves I think I fucked all of the pretty boys there and most of the girls, and even some of the older men who always loved spanking me. I have no prejudices you see. I’m quite indiscriminate. I don’t care what sex you are as long as you are sexy.”
She enjoys being the captain’s pet – and the extremely physical sex that goes with it – but her only problem is she is just a little bit too curious about her new life for her own good and one day is caught up on the craft’s observation deck without permission. The Captain reluctantly agrees that Kitty must be sent down to “Engineering” in order to “teach her a lesson” and orders a female Officer to escort her.
What Kitty doesn’t know (and neither does the captain) is that the officer has a predilection for tying up naked prisoners and tormenting them with her electric cattle prod.
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Once we were outside the captain’s quarters the officer lost no time in cuffing my hands behind my back.
She shoved me down the corridor. Every now and then I saw her glance at my breasts and finger the electric prod in her belt. The air was static with barely restrained lust. She kept shooting lusty sideways looks at my naked pussy and I could see what was coming. Bad Mama Cat was hungry to taste some kitty pussy.
We walked to the end of the corridor and waited in front of the elevator doors with her standing way too close behind me. Her mouth was practically touching my neck and I half expected her to bite me at any second. I could hear her breathing and smelt the leather of her uniform. A light went on and doors swished open. Without a word she pushed me roughly inside. There was a mirror at the back wall of the elevator and I almost tripped and fell against it. I looked up into the mirror and saw her pressing the button to take us down to wherever “engineering” was.
That sounded quite sinister to me and I wondered what I was actually in for. I will admit to feeling a little afraid. Just a little bit. I had expected to be punished, a whipping at best, but now it looked as though I was in much deeper trouble.
The elevator began to descend. She turned to face me and without a word grabbed my wrists behind me and attached the cuffs to the metal handrail on the elevator wall. I couldn’t move now.
I stood facing her naked, cuffed and defenseless and watched in horror as she reached for the electric prod and took it out of the holster. I hated those things. The captain had said I was to be left undamaged. The prod left no marks whatsoever so it was perfect for any sadistic games she might have in mind now that we were alone.
I feared the prod in a way that I did not fear the whip. The prod was purely an instrument of torture. The whip, especially in an expert’s hands, both tormented and teased me and invigorated me, it curled hungrily about my naked body causing me to enter a state of sexual ebullition in which I never knew whether to cry out in delicious pain or in agonizing ecstasy.
She stared at me a moment and then turned round to the control board and flicked one of the buttons. The elevator came to an abrupt halt. We were between floors. Just the two of us. A private little torture chamber where she could do what she liked and no one would hear me scream.
And she didn’t waste any time. Immediately she grabbed me by the throat with her free hand and held the tip of the prod between my breasts. I couldn’t move. I just looked down at the metal tip knowing that at any second, any moment, it would spit fire and, if she had it set to maximum, it would send a horrible electric spasm through my whole body rendering me momentarily paralyzed and screaming in pain.
She was even smiling about it. A contented big mama cat playing with her scared little mouse. Tormenting it before she goes in for the kill. Her dark eyes were like icy points of unbridled evil.
“Please, Officer, Ma’am, I have done you no harm I…”
“Quiet you fucking little bitch! I saw you looking at me just now. You think you are the fucking queen of everything don’t you? Just because the captain chose you out of all the others. Well you are just a fucking slave here and don’t you forget it. You are no more than an animal. Captured and caged for our amusement only. Damn right you need a fucking lesson.”
Before I knew what had happened she’d stabbed my left nipple with the prod and it shot out a hot spark of electric pain which sent a wave of agony shooting out from my breast to all over my torso and even my arms. It only lasted a second or two but it left me gasping and trembling. My legs almost failed me. It was only because she’d cuffed me to the handrail that I managed to remain upright.
“Fucking little captain’s pet. You know nothing. Silly slut goes off on her own like this is some kind of adventure park.”
She stabbed me in the stomach with the prod and another shock tore through me. It was like having all your muscles stretched at once. Along with a split second of paralysis that left me terrified and gasping.
She slapped hard on the cheek and screamed at me, “Just shut the fuck up you little slut.”
The prod returned to my nipple and I closed my eyes and steeled myself for the next shock.
“No. Look at me, bitch. You really have no idea, do you? Do you even know why you are here? We saved you and your kind. Why? For one reason only. For slaves. To serve us. And to feed us and to amuse us. We could have left you rotting in those caves to die which is what most of you deserved anyway. You actually owe us your lives. Your silly little planet was dying anyway because you’d all been so stupid as to poison all the air.”
She kept jabbing me on the nipple with the prod and I was half crazy from the fear that the next jab would come accompanied with a massive and agonizing electric shock. She only had to press the button and for a split second I was in agony.
“The devil knows why but the captain has taken a shine to you and that makes you very lucky indeed. And bitch, do you need to start showing some gratitude!”
Her hand tightened around my throat. I was choking and could hardly breathe but she just ignored me and carried on, “I’m responsible for you now,” she said, “you are mine to do with as I please.”
All of a sudden she calmed down and let go of my throat.
As if the idea of punishing me gave her some kind of inner tranquility.
“You only exist to amuse me. And right now it would amuse me enormously to see you begging me.”
With the tip of the prod she slowly traced an invisible line from my breasts down my belly. I watched dazed and helpless as the head explored the soft pale flesh between my thighs and then began to circle my pussy like a hungry snake. It entered me there and I felt a pinch and I almost jumped out of my skin. Please please please don’t don’t don’t. Not there. I’ll do whatever you want.
“Please, I beg you, Ma’am whatever you want…”
“Spread your legs.”
I obeyed. What choice did I have? She tapped my pussy and laughed.
“That’s it. Perfect.”
Oh God oh God please no I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed and just stared unblinkingly, in a state of shock, at the floor. I saw her boots, shiny and black. The prod. It’s in my pussy. That’s all I could feel.
The tip penetrated me and edged onto my bud. She started to rub on it. Slowly. I closed my eyes and steeled myself.
“Look at me, bitch.”
“Please don’t Ma’am. Please don’t.”
I looked up into eyes that were like tiny black holes. She leered at me, “Don’t you like that? Of course you do. Your kind are all the same. Animals. Primitives. Fit only for sex games and slave work.”
I remained absolutely still. It was coming. I knew it was coming. The flash of pain would be unbearable there. Right on my most sensitive private place.
“What’s the matter? Why don’t you like it? Here I am rubbing your clit and where’s the gratitude? I want to hear you say thank you.”
I began to sob and the tears started to fall down my cheeks and onto my breasts.
“Thank you.” I croaked it out, trembling in fear.
“What was that? I can’t hear you?”
She screamed at me, inches from my face, “Thank you, Ma’am!!!”
“Thank you Ma’am.”
She laughed, “That’s better. But why is the silly little bitch crying? Doesn’t she like the game? Is she afraid of the big bad woman and her big nasty stick? Mmmm. But I like that. I love the taste of a young girl’s tears.”
Keeping the prod pressed inside me she lent down to lick at my breasts, “Slave tears, pretty slave tears,” she was almost singing it.
She laughed again and slapped my cheek, “Cry for me bitch, and get used to it. I love your pain. I love to see it. I relish it and savor it. How beautiful you are when you’re afraid of me.”
She gripped my upper arm and placed her mouth around my nipple and sucked hard on it, biting at it, gnawing at it like a starving rat. She dug her teeth in and I thought she was going to bite it off and I yelped in pain. She wouldn’t let go though, she deliberately pulled on it with her teeth tightly clamped around it, drawing it out, turning up the pain level until I thought she was definitely going to bite it off and I was going to be screaming the house down.
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Finally her teeth gave way and the nipple was released from her vice like grip. I shrieked in absolute pain and she lurched back laughing her head off. The prod was still inside me. She was rubbing at my clit, penetrating me with it, and I was in mortal fear of whatever was going to happen next. She seemed crazed now, capable of anything. My eyes were completely watered up and I could barely see. All I could hear was her evil cackling. The laughter of the true sadist.
“You look so beautiful like that.”
She started to fuck me with the prod. It kept going deeper and deeper and I could feel that despite the fear, or maybe now because of it, I was starting to feel really turned on.
“Mmmm. You like it now, don’t you? You see how good it feels to have me as your Mistress? Want me to fuck you with it? Do you want me to make you cum? Of course you do. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Cumming. Fucking and cumming. “
She was laughing, “I’ll fuck you so hard. So good. You’ll want cum so hard and then just as you are about to explode in ecstasy I’ll flick the switch here and they’ll be hearing your screams all the way to hell.”
Yes, I admit it. The truth was she was making me hot. There was something about the situation that aroused me enormously and I knew that if she continued for even a little longer I would definitely cum. And cum gushing like a spring river after the snows have melted. I’ve always been like this. Sexually aroused by power and strength and the threat of violence. I can’t help it. Whip me and I will surely cum for you. The captain had known this. Instinctively perhaps. That’s why he had selected me for his pleasure slave. I was perfect for his kind of brutal sadistic desire.
I was all flushed now, burning red in the face and gasping for it. Suddenly she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down onto my knees with arms stretched back behind me, the cuffs biting hard into my wrists. She was tearing at her uniform. She lowered her pants and thrust her pussy into my face.
“Fucking eat me bitch slave. Now!”
I opened my mouth and pressed my lips against the silky shaved skin of her moistened pussy. My tongue sought her bud and I sucked on it greedily. Going deep within her, I teased and flicked and drank all her wetness and it tasted so good and even though the cuffs were cutting into my wrists and my arms ached I leaned as far forward as I could go and held my breath and shoved my mouth up against her clit and nodded and shook my head to get her going and I just wanted more and more of her until she flooded and exploded and gushed and poured her sweet cum rain all over my face.
All of a sudden she shouted something and roughly pushed my head away. He fingers replaced my tongue I watched as she came, bent forward a little, her eyes closed to receive the full ecstasy of the orgasm. She went completely still for a moment as if rooted to the spot and then she whimpered and her body quivered and her knees bent and she went into a kind of spasm and she groaned out loud; a long soft, mellifluous cry of unbearable pleasure. She seemed almost to be singing. She looked absolutely radiant, astonishingly beautiful. I felt incredibly hot for her and would have given anything to cum with her.
There was a moment’s silence. As if time had stopped. She didn’t move at all and then all of a sudden she seemed to jump to attention and quickly pulled on her tunic whilst her eyes still stared at the floor.
She looked at me for a second in surprise. Almost as if she couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.
Then she straightened up and quickly assumed that mask of disdainful indifference that authority always wears and turned around and hit one of the buttons on the display board.
The elevator once more came to life and began to descend.
She stared at me again. There was a strange look in her eye.
“Oh I nearly forgot,” she said.
And before I knew it she’s stabbed me between the legs with the prod and I shrieked and doubled up in the excruciating agony of being given an electric shock right in my pussy.
I spasmed and jerked and gritted my teeth and then just as quickly it was all over. My pussy felt hot and tender and I was gasping for air but the pain quickly receded.
She’d had to make the point, didn’t she?
I was good but I mustn’t forget who’s boss.
She had her back to me now. She ignored me totally and just stood to attention facing the doors.
Finally the elevator slowed and halted. The doors hissed open and the elevator was suddenly filled with a hot blast of air. There was a massive amount of noise too. Outside the doors I could hear pounding noises, the grating of machinery and distant sounding explosions. It sounded like a war zone. I think I could even hear people screaming.
She walked out of the elevator and seemed to disappear around the corner, leaving me alone. The doors remained open and outside I could see people walking around, most of them men, all of them naked. An eerie dull orange light seemed to illuminate everything. The men were all fit, muscular and powerful looking. All the products of hard physical labor, I’d have guessed. Bathed in sweat their bodies shone vividly in the dull glow. My eyes fell upon a dark skinned man lifting a large heavy metal tube. His back was perfectly straight as he lifted it and he slung the tube over his right shoulder in one easy movement. He stood up straight and strode off to my right. I couldn’t help but notice the bulging muscles in his arms and his perfectly formed ass and above all the delicious looking thick cock that dangled so invitingly between two firm powerful looking thighs. I noticed that he was followed by a uniformed man wielding a long bullwhip. He was unfurling the whip, making ready to use it.
Just then the officer returned.
She too now had a whip attached to her belt. She was also carrying a chain and a mouth ball gag.
I raised myself and immediately saw that there were two large silver clips on both ends of the chain. Nipple clamps. I didn’t have time to react or even feel afraid as she brusquely leaned forward to attach them to me. I gasped as each clip bit into my nipples. It hurt but it was invigorating. A burning sensation but a pleasant one. I felt my pussy tingle and felt hotter than ever. I liked it. I liked being made her slave and being led by my tits. Being shown off like this. Drawn by my sensitive nipples. The cruelty of it aroused me enormously and I lustily looked her in the eyes, making no secret of my desire for her.
She laughed. “Still feeling hot are we? They’ll tingle for now but wait 20 minutes and they’ll be aching so much, my dear. Then you’ll get that burning sensation and you’ll be begging me to take them off which, I may add, I have no intention of doing. Except of course,” she cackled now, “to show you how much more it hurts when they are removed. And then I’ll just put them back on again. But then even if you did beg I wouldn’t be able to understand you because you’ll be wearing this.”
She attached the ball gag to my mouth and then moved to my side to detach the cuffs from the handrail.
Then she stood in front of me and looked me up and down. She flicked at the nipple clamps to test they were securely fixed and I wanted to cry out but couldn’t. The gag felt enormous in my mouth and I couldn’t utter a word. My nipples both ached and tingled in and I actually felt really fucking hot. I was desperate to be fucked now. I thought of the muscular dark-skinned man I’d seen carrying the long metal tube. Oh fuck me someone, please fuck me. Fuck me just as I am. Fuck me like this. I’m a fuck slave and I must be fucked hard.
“You’re ready,” she said. She yanked on the chain and led me through the doors.
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Immediately in front of us were two enormous towers, I’m not sure what they were for. I could see more in the distance. Next to them were what looked like furnaces or ship’s boilers. The heat they gave out was immense, suffocating, scorching. I was soaked in sweat already.
Each furnace had an opening in front. Groups of naked men were shoveling heavy lumps of coal into them. They were covered in coal dust and their muscular sinewy torsos glistened darkly in the orange glow of the fires. I watched their muscles ripple and bulge as they thrust their shovels into the deep piles of coal and tossed the contents into the opening, stoking up the fires. Their eyes were blank looking, like pearls of white light set in black shells. They reminded me of dogs or some kind of feral animal.
Behind them stood other men and women with bull whips. A woman was shouting something at one of the stokers. The man, broad shouldered and very muscular with extraordinarily firm looking thighs, turned around and the officer unfurled her whip, raised her arm and struck the man directly on his cock. The man doubled over in pain and seemed about to fall over. Just then an officer behind the man shouted something and whipped him on the ass and the poor man jumped back around facing the furnace and stood up straight. He quickly picked up his shovel as if nothing had happened and recommenced digging at a pace that now seemed barely human.
I looked at the officer. She was smiling.
“Welcome to Hell,” she said.
“Oh and by the way. Time and space are a little different here. Hours can pass like days. Or days like minutes. And one moment can seem an eternity. Some moments even repeat themselves on a kind of endless loop. It’s relativity you see. That means that although the captain said you will be back by noon tomorrow, which is true in time as it is measured up there, the amount of time you actually spend down here between now and that time is relative. It’s kind of elastic. Like two ships set on a course on stormy ocean. Your journey could be short and fast, or long and very slow indeed. Do you see?”
I nodded. I had no idea what she was talking about but I didn’t know what else to do.
“You see it’s up to you now to find your own way out of here. You have to do it on your own. And that could take forever.”
Then with a mocking smile she added, “it all depends on your mental attitude.”
She pulled idly on the chain attached to the nipple clamps, jerking it softly, teasing me.
“And don’t expect any help from me. I think you deserve to suffer and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy myself watching you being punished for your sins.”
Then she yanked hard on the nipple chain and pulled me forward by my tits.
“Come with me horny little bitch slave and follow me into the fires of Hell.”
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To be continued.