DiamondStar IV

Chapter VIII – Helping Lisa

 

            With the new implants installed, Nysia began to participate in life aboard the ship.  It wasn’t much, but after weeks in a single room it felt like a new world; and perhaps, after the changes she’d gone through herself, it was. 

            This morning began like most others.  Mistress’ alarm sounded early, long before most on the ship were awake, and Nysia rolled to her knees.  A moment later, Mistress brushed the wall plate with a finger and the chain retracted from her throat: the collar was no longer needed now that a ring connected directly to her throat.  The major stumbled past naked, her short black hair disarrayed in spikes.  She smelled of their lovemaking last night, as she nearly always did; Nysia had been trained well, and now found herself taking pride in the number of orgasms she could give her mistress.  Last night she hadn’t been allowed to use her arms, which was odd, but she still did well: Mistress had screamed with pleasure at least three times. 

            Mistress used the bathroom first, using the toilet and then standing, feet apart, to brush her teeth and floss.  This part of the routine had been difficult for Nysia to force herself to do at first, but now she didn’t hesitate to kneel behind and use her tongue to eagerly clean from sex to bottom.  Mistress didn’t bother with wiping anymore: “Now I’ve got a fucking bidet!”  It was revolting, but the punishment that first time had been worse. Mistress had bent her over the toilet, drowning her in the water as she used a thick leather belt across her bottom.  By the time it was finished, Nysia had swallowed more from her dunkings than she’d ever have cleaned from the major, and her rear end was aflame.  So she kneeled on the floor obediently now, hands behind her back, and worked her tongue dutifully to lap up the mess.  She teased her owner until other juices, far more enjoyable, began to flow and cover up the taste.  Inspired, Nysia drove her tongue deep inside her Mistress; first into the moist sex and then her rosebud, alternating faster and faster between them.  When Mistress’ hips bucked with the approaching orgasm she moved to the clit, fastening her lips tightly upon it and sucking hard until Jillian shuddered with pleasure. 

            “That was…nice.  Feelin’ frisky today, toy?”  Mistress grinned, but this smile was harmless, praising.  Nysia basked in the approval and nodded eagerly; she wasn’t entirely sure what had inspired her.  It just felt right, so she did it.  She’d thought a lot about things, lately.  I want to make her happy.  It doesn’t even matter that I won’t get one today, or that she’s a girl and that’s just sick.  I enjoyed it.  Am I turning into a lesbian?  She thought she might be, until last night: Mistress had removed her chastity plate and pounded her sex brutally with a huge black rubber strap-on until she was so bruised and sore she begged for it to stop.  She’d loved it, though, and the entire time had imagined it was Radley, forcing her up against the walls of the station on the date they would never have.  So no, I’m definitely into guys.  Bi, then.  It should have a momentous self-realization; amidst all the things she’d been forced to do lately, nearly all of which she’d come to enjoy, it seemed fairly tame.  After all, being into girls paled next to masturbating while her best friend was forced to drink cum from another woman’s rear. 

            Mistress had hinted again at the videos last night, probably to threaten with them.  Nysia had surprised herself by instead begging to see them.  She’d promised anything, anything at all to see them.  Mistress had been surprised, but replied simply that she’d think of some way to earn the privilege.  The promise – both the reward, and the perverted desire to experience whatever new torture the major concocted – had kept Nysia wet all night. 

            She was still soaking now as she raced to the galley.  Mistress was in the shower; while she usually took awhile to enjoy it, that still left only a few minutes to grab coffee and breakfast.  But as she sped down the hall, naked as always, she was distracted: a scream from an open room to her left turned her head, and the vision of Lisa writhing in pain on the floor stopped her cold. 

            A tall, thin crewman – a lieutenant, by his insignia – stood in front of her, touching buttons on a remote much like that which controlled Nysia’s own implant.  He was handsome.  His hair was a short, bleached blond, and his eyes looked just a little cruel.  “Now lets get this straight.  I don’t give a fuck if you’re getting breakfast for the Captain.  I don’t give a fuck if you’re saving the whole goddamn ship from implosion.  When I say stop, you fucking stop, bitch.”  He mashed another button and Lisa’s screams renewed.  “Captain Benjamin told me to check up on you, and guess what, you need some more damn punishment.  You may think the whole disobedient git this pretty ripe, but we’re gonna change that shit even if we have to mindfuck you.”  Lisa continued to writhe on the floor, her tattoos moving sensuously, erotic despite the torture.  She moaned and cried, but in a brief moment of lucidity she saw Nysia, and their eyes locked. 

            The lieutenant noticed the look and turned, his eyes lingering on her naked body from head to toe, unabashed.  “You’re the Major’s cunt, right?”  Nysia was almost too shocked at the vulgarity to respond, but when he began to frown she quickly nodded, suddenly afraid.  Yes, I’m the Major’s cunt, she thought.  It sounded kind of delicious.  “Well, get in here.”  He grabbed her arm, pulling through the door.  “This bitch,” he gestured to Lisa, who was panting and whimpering as the input ended, “is going to suck me off, whatever she thinks.”

            Lisa looked up at him from the floor, licked a rivulet of saliva from her lips and spit it at him.  “The fuck I will.  Try it and I’ll bite it off!”

            “Fuck, bitch, you must like the goddamn punishment.”  He undid his trousers, and pulled out his penis: Nysia looked at it in amazement, and opened her mouth to volunteer to take her friend’s place.  It certainly doesn’t look so bad from here….

            As he pushed a series of keys, Lisa’s face went slack and she dropped to the floor like a doll.  Nysia rushed forward with a startled cry, and fell to her knees beside her friend.  “Oh my god, is she okay?” 

            “She’s fine.  Just paralyzed, but fully awake.  However, as you can see, she’s going to need some help with her duties…unless you’re as eager for pain as she is?”  More buttons, and Nysia’s sex suddenly felt a series of sharp pricks, as though it were being pierced all over again. 

            Help some stud use Lisa?  Hell yes.  “No, sir, I’ll help, um, but what…I mean how…I mean, she’s….”  Nysia felt a flush down her pale skin as she grew tongue tied and rubbed her legs, squirming with the continued pain.  A tiny part of her mind, the part that still remained of the girl who grew up a proper teenager on a station with a family, reminded her that nice girls didn’t help strangers rape their friends…but it was quickly pushed aside. 

            “Pick her up.  You’ve got thirty seconds to get her mouth around my prick, you dumb bitch.  Move it!”

            She scrambled, hooking Lisa under her arms and pulling her to her knees.  She balanced the immobile slave there, one arm around her waist, then took a large handful of blond hair.  Their eyes caught for a moment, and Nysia managed a weak, apologetic smile before thrusting Lisa all the way onto the lieutenant’s dick. 

            It only took a few minutes.  Nysia kneeled behind Lisa, looking over her tattoos and watching the man’s length disappear over and over into her mouth.  Her throat bulged as it penetrated deeply and Lisa gagged autonomically.  To Nysia, it was hot as hell.  Oh god, what I’d give for a free hand and a bare sex right now! 

            The blond man stared into her face, not Lisa’s, when he came.  She stared back into his eyes as she released Lisa’s limp form and leaned forward to wrap her own lips around a man’s shaft for the first time in her life.  It was surprisingly warm, and wet, but completely enjoyable – even the taste of his cum was delicious.  Doing this to a man is way better than on Mistress’ strap-on!  She sucked for a few seconds, cleaning him just as she would Mistress, then released him and refastened his pants with a smile. 

            “You…you got potential.”  He turned to Lisa, and a heavy boot slammed into her side, forcing her breath out.  “You’d do well to emulate her, bitch.  For now, you get to lie here…I’ll come take you back to the Captain when I feel like it…or maybe I’ll send someone else to fuck you.”  With a brisk turn he strode from the room and vanished down the hall. 

            Nysia bent over her friend, licking the last of the man’s juices from her lips.  Her friend was still breathing okay, despite the white cream puddled in her mouth; she’d spend the morning tasting cum, but she’d be fine.  “Lise, you gotta start playing along love.  They’ll hurt you bad.  Look…I can’t stay here, I gotta go bring Mistress her coffee or I’m so fucked, oh my god I’m so fucked, but I’ll lock the door and maybe you’ll be okay, right?”  She leaned down and kissed Lisa lightly.  My god she’s so gorgeous, even like this – especially like this?  She couldn’t resist…damn the consequences, I’ve touched her there before…and her hand rand down her friend’s tattooed body with a soft caress. 

            Lisa, too, had been implanted in her neck, and a ring sat in the hollow of her neck.  She also seemed thinner, and was hairless around her sex and armpits.  Besides these, however, she appeared unmodified, and Nysia was relieved.  Her fingertips slid over the silken thorns around Lisa’s sex, then dipped into her cleft.  It was soaking.  I wonder…did she really enjoy this, then?  Or is that just her body reacting to the implant?  Either way, she tastes delicious. 

            Nysia finished licking her fingers clean, and leaned down to give her friend a last kiss.  “I’ll do you better next time, Lees, I’m learning to do it real good, I gotta go though!”  She rose, and grabbed the food meant for the Captain – hopefully it would be hot enough – then raced back to Mistress’ quarters. 

 

            She was lucky.  Mistress had been savoring her shower, and the entire trip – erotic and chaotic as it seemed – had really only taken a few minutes.  The coffee was still warm, and she kneeled down with it until her owner finished her shower.  As the petite, charming demoness sipped it slowly, Nysia patted her dry with a black utility trousers, she was complete. 

            “What are your orders for the day, Mistress?”  There were always orders. 

            “Shower, and clean this place up.  You’ll work out for four hours today,” the implant would see to that, shocking her whenever she deviated from a rigorous workout that would leave her exhausted and barely able to move.  “Oh, and be ready when I get back.  We’re going out tonight.” 

 

 

 

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