Continues from Heaven and Hell (II)
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”.
She enjoys her new life – and the extremely physical sex that goes with it – but her only problem is she is just a little bit too curious 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. On the way down the officer, armed with an electric cattle prod and a pair of handcuffs wastes no time in teaching Kitty her first lesson.
Then, on arrival, and wearing only a pair of nipple clamps, Kitty discovers that “Engineering” is a very strange place indeed and that heaven and hell can sometimes be indistinguishable.
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The officer led me forward by the chain attached to my clamped nipples. As if I were her obedient pet. Every now and then she would yank hard on it to hurry me up or just to remind me who was boss.
We walked past the enormous furnaces, where gorgeously fit, naked, muscular men with glistening bronzed skin and bulging biceps, toiled shoveling mountainous heaps of coal into ovens, and arrived at a large enclosed area where around a dozen large cages had been stacked.
It looked like a warehouse. There were people in the cages too. Some blindfolded. All cuffed or bound. All naked. All slaves. All waiting.
They all watched me pass. Some blew furtive kisses. The girls were pretty. So were the boys. I felt a pleasant tingling in my sex.
Beyond the cages there was a path. On both sides of it were half a dozen large crosses. From each one hung a crucified man or woman. All the crucifixes had been designed so that the subjects hung from ropes tied to their wrists and attached to cross bar but half way up the main beam there was a kind of small wooden seat. I couldn’t see very well but attached to the seat there seemed to be some kind of rounded long wooden protuberance on top of which the victim was forced to sit. It penetrated his or her ass and relief – if that is the right word – could only be sought by hoisting oneself up by the ropes on the crossbeam. However none of them could fully extricate themselves from being penetrated as they could not reach up any higher.
All of them were being fucked by gravity and their own crucifixes. Cruel. But clever. And rather beautiful.
We stopped at one. He was writhing as if at a burning stake. It was a blond-haired boy. Was that agony or ecstasy I saw written on his face? His eyes were closed and he didn’t see me but I recognized him from the caves. Before the ocean receded and the fish died out he’d been part of a group that had gone out fishing everyday and shared the catch with the rest of the survivors. For a while, until the invaders found us, that was all that had kept us alive. Then, when the invaders discovered our hideouts and destroyed them, they separated us into two groups. The young and the fit and the pretty were put into one group. The rest in another. I have no idea what happened to the rest. We – the blond boy I saw before me, myself and about a dozen others – ended up here. Upon arrival I was separated from them. That was when the captain had seen me and chosen me as his personal pleasure slave. I’d had no contact with any of them since.
I stared up at the boy. We’d been friends. His cock was tender and beautiful and I remembered how well he’d fucked me and a girlfriend during those long nights in the caves. He’d been a graceful lover, generous and unrestrained in his desire for us. He was still beautiful looking even in this apparent agony. I watched his muscles tense and flex. His chest was flat and his nipples were gorgeous looking dark berries placed high on his broad chest. With his arms raised up, his ribs were emphasized and plain to view through the smooth taut skin. Ribs are always a turn on for me. Girls or boys. I had a sudden urge to walk over to him and kiss his cock. I would take that delicious member in my mouth and turn his agony into the sweetest of ecstasies.
I must confess I thought he looked stunningly beautiful on the cross. And I felt massively turned on watching him writhing away up there.
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But the officer yanked at my nipples and we continued on past the crucifixes. I saw three naked girls hanging by their arms. They were being whipped by a tall man in a black uniform. They writhed at the end of the ropes crying and shrieking and begging for mercy but none did he show them.
Behind them another girl had been laid face up on some kind of medieval torture rack with her arms being stretched behind her head. A man was whipping her breasts and belly. I’m not sure but I think I recognized her from the caves too.
So this was what had happened to the rest of them. The ones I’d got to know in the caves after the thunder had come.
But I soon forgot about that as, to be honest, I couldn’t take my eyes off what was happening to girl. The whipping was incessant and seemed to go on forever. One after another the blows rained down, on her breasts, on her belly, on her thighs, on her cunt – especially her cunt – and there wasn’t a single spot of flesh that escaped the ravenous ceaseless whipping. The rhythm of the blows was incessant and neither slowed down nor sped up. It was like seeing part of a film running on an endless loop and set to the unrelenting and unvarying rhythm of an electronic drum machine. She jerked and wriggled and writhed pulling hopelessly at the restraints and although I couldn’t hear her above all the noise I could see her mouth gaping wide as if she were screaming but once more I couldn’t tell if she was in agony or in the middle of cumming.
I confess I felt impossibly aroused by the sight of it. Part of me wanted to be her, on that rack, being tormented, pushed beyond my limits, knowing that my tormentor found me incredibly beautiful and impossibly arousing and another part of me wanted to be the person wielding the whip, the tormentor, the sadist.
What I was witnessing all around me aroused me incredibly. My pussy was wet and I wanted to experience everything I could see. Feel it all. Be subjected to the whippings and the humiliation. I wanted to be a slave for them. To be merely a thing. Yes. A toy to be played with. Cruelly when necessary. Or even when not. Just for the amusement of it. Being whipped and tormented knowing that someone is cumming while they watch you. How utterly terrifyingly beautiful.
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But what exactly did that make me? What was I? Sadist of masochist? Both at the same time? I wanted very much to find out. Find the real me. Be pushed to my limits until the essential part of me, the core, the spirit or soul if you like, was exposed and revealed.
The captain had said I would not be physically damaged or traumatized here and I looked around me and saw no blood, no dismembered limbs, no real pain. In fact so much here seemed ambiguous. I closed my eyes. What I had taken for cries of torment could just as easily be shrieks of pleasure. The invaders had harvested us for their own purposes. But they seemed to need our bodies too. And they needed us in good condition. To be healthy. Everyone I saw here was healthy and fit. They needed us to be strong and pretty for them.
In a moment, any fear I had left me. I looked down at my nipples. The clamps bit hard but I didn’t feel too much pain really. More of a dull ache now. A slight burning sensation. If anything it was invigorating. I felt sexy. I felt hot. Fucking hot. I wondered, what punishments – if that was the right word – did they have in store for me? Whatever it was, bring it on. I’m ready. I can take it. I’m a strong girl. After all, the captain must have seen something in me to select me for his servant out of all the others. So I’m not just a pretty face.
I even wondered if this had been designed for me. My own version of hell. I almost laughed. Had it occurred to them that I might actually enjoy being tied up and whipped by a tall dark muscular man with a large cock and bulging muscles? If this was hell it seemed to me there was also a lot of heaven in it.
Like the officer had said, it all depends on your mental attitude.
We came to some stairs and the officer told me to wait while she went into a kind of reception on the right. There were some men off in the distance. Officers in uniform. They were staring at me. Laughing and muttering. I kept my eyes down.
The officer came out of the reception and we climbed the stairs. We walked down a passageway and came to an office right at the very end. The sign said “Chief Engineer”. The officer knocked and we entered. A man was sitting at a desk in front of three screens.
“Officer Ryder! How nice to see you again. What have you got for me today?”
He was a well built dark-skinned man in his mid forties I’d guess. He was wearing a thin black robe open at the chest and had a good head of dark hair greying at the temples. He was fit. Very. Beneath the robe I could see his six pack. He worked out. Like I said, everyone here was incredibly fit.
Was that first rule of Hell? Survival of the fittest?
After a few more pleasantries the officer handed him the note that the captain had signed. He read it quickly and folded it in two and looked at me.
“So, this is the captain’s pet eh?”
“Yes, this is the one all the fuss is about. Kneel bitch!” She slapped me on the face. “Why aren’t you kneeling?”
She reached for her electric prod and you’ve never seen anyone get on their knees quicker.
“The note says in need of a lesson or two but to remain undamaged. What does he think we do down here? Use them for target practice?”
“I thought that was the only thing you did down here,” she laughed.
“Well we like to have fun obviously. Of course she should have been sent down here when she arrived and then there wouldn’t have been any need of you to come all this way with her.”
“Oh I always like to visit. You know that. There’s so much to see and do here.”
“I know, some people stay here forever.”
He got up from the desk and stood in front of me.
“Pretty isn’t she?”
He moved closer. His cock at my eye level. He stroked my hair.
“Yes, of course, in the elevator.”
“She’s good. A frisky little thing. Keen.”
He went round behind me and touched my neck, his fingers running over my shoulders and down my back.
“Nice ass. Very spankable.”
“Yes. I noticed that. Very whippable body all round. Those tits are just begging for lashes.”
“Well that’s why we’re here isn’t it? She was up on the observation deck unsupervised.”
“Hmmm. Well like I said if she’d been sent down with the others that wouldn’t have happened.”
“You know the captain.”
“Yes I do. I do indeed. When he sets his mind on something there’s nothing in heaven or hell to stop him. So let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
He fingered the nipple clamps and pulled them up raising my tits.
“These definitely suit her,” he said with a chuckle.
I gasped and tried to grit my teeth. Keep quiet if you can.
“I think we’ll keep them on for the duration, don’t you?
My nipples were burning now. And a warm ache extended out into my breasts. I looked down and each nipple was surrounded by a bright red circle. They throbbed when he tugged on them and each time he gave them a hard yank I couldn’t help but cry out. So, of course, he just did it again deliberately and laughed at me.
He slapped my face and told me to shut up and then pulled back his robe. His cock was thick, full bodied and already wet at the tip. He stroked it a few times and said, “Take.”
I opened my mouth to receive it. He took a step forward, thrust it into me and suddenly the cock was at the back of my throat and I gagged.
He slapped my face again. “Open again. Try harder.”
He was a little slower this time and I was ready for him but still it was too big and I gagged once more.
I could hear the officer laughing behind me. I received another slap.
“This is important. You will learn to do it well or you will be severely punished. Once more!”
I relaxed my throat muscles and tried to just concentrate of the taste and texture of the cock. He was all wet now. Fully erect. It slid down easily. I expected him to cum inside me and so prepared myself to swallow. It wasn’t the first time I’d done this obviously but I’m young and still in need of practice. I love cocks. I love the feel of them inside. The warmth and the wetness and the full-blooded macho potency of them.
I pressed my lips against the trunk and my tongue massaged the tip.
“Mmmn not bad,” he said. He grabbed me by the hair and held the cock inside me while pushing my head back and forth.
“There’s definitely potential here.”
Just as I was getting into it and drawing on the cock to make him cum harder he suddenly yanked my head back and hauled me up by the collar. With a single violent shove he turned me around and pushed me forward onto the desk.
I could see one of the screens on the side of the desk. A naked woman had been attached to a large metal wheel. It had cogs and wheels and look like it had been especially designed for the purpose. She reminded of the girl I’d seen being whipped on the rack only minutes before. Her arms were pulled above her head and she was kept in place by what look like iron cuffs. The rounded form of the wheel arched her back exposing her belly and cunt which were mercilessly being whipped.
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At that moment I felt my buttocks being parted and suddenly, without warning or preparation, there was a tearing, burning sensation and the chief’s cock was pumping inside me. I yelled out and he put his hand around my neck. “Shut the fuck up, will you?”
He rammed me hard and I had to grab the edges of the table just to hang on. My breasts pressed flat on the table top, the clamps cutting into my nipples harder than ever but now with his cock inside me, the pain at my nipples felt warm and good and I loved the feeling of being chained and passive and I started to moan in pure pleasure. I looked up at the screen again. A naked cunt being whipped. Again and again. Pain. Pleasure. Pleasure-pain. Never ending. Whipping her hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off it now. I wanted to be her. Yes. Be her. Be the whip. Feel the whip. Be one with the whip. The whip, the whip oh yes please fuck me harder it hurts it hurts I love it oh god please yes. With my pussy pressed up against the edge of the table he was banging me so hard and I was sliding around all over the place with pens and papers under me and a phone fell off the side with a thump and the screens with those naked bodies pumping away in pure unadulterated ecstasy and it was hot and it hurt and I loved it and I was cumming I was cumming oh yes I’m cumming whip her whip them whip me whip her harder make her scream scream scream please please please I feel his cock explode inside me and it penetrates me to my core there’s a flash-flood up my spinal column and I can feel waves of hot electric cum shooting all inside my ass, up my back, all the way up to my arms and my breasts and my nipples and my cunt my sweet cunt so sweet so sweet cunt I can’t bear it cunt oh god please I can’t bear it…
“Enjoyed yourself? I certainly enjoyed watching.”
“Lovely. Just testing. Shows promise but she’ll need more training obviously. It all depends on her attitude and how much she wants to please. She is keen though. Nice fuck. I’ll have her assigned shortly and taken down to one of the cages. Do you want to have a taste before she goes?
“No it’s OK. I need to get back. But the captain has made us co-responsible. I need to be kept informed about what’s happening to her.”
“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll have it all filmed and send it to you if you want.”
“Oh yes that’s be great. Thanks.”
“I can even put in an implant.”
“Yes. You know, a chip. Takes readings. We’ve even got ones now that record their thoughts.”
“Wow! Really? That’s incredible. What do you mean? Like a transcript?”
“Yes. Though it’s more like an internal monologue.”
“So not only do we know what they are doing all the time but also what they feeling and thinking.”
“That’s right. Only the best tech down here.”
“Yes. Ok. Do that will you? And send me the edited highlights.
“Fine. I’ll get it done and send her out in an hour or so.”
“Great. Is there anything lined up for her?
“Yes. A payment for the furnace workers.”
“There’s a kind of punishment show put on for the men first but basically she gets gang-banged. That’s right.”
“Mmmm, yes. Send me the vid and the implant transcripts after. OK?”
“Sure. No problem. It’s always good doing business with you Officer Ryder. Let me know if you need anything else or if there’s any special activities you want to see her involved in.”
“OK. I will. Thanks, Chief.”
“Pleasure. See you later.”
To be continued