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Chapter Three
I was marched for about fifteen minutes down twisting and turning corridors pondering my fate in the hands of Svetlana, my new mistress. I was in big trouble and there was no way out.
Tied up tight and completely nude as I was, there was nothing I could do but follow
the instructions of Svetllana and stride gracefully in front of her. She guided me with a riding crop, not hitting me but touching very gently every now and then. I had to concentrate on keeping my balance in these new high shoes, all the time knowing the highly erotic image I presented to the evil Svetlana as she followed closely behind, accompanied by her two naked blond slave girls. Her eyes would be following my every move as we made our way past door after door. Every now and then a little breeze would fan past to torment me further. My nipples were stuck out hard and rigid, whilst my swollen nubbin tingled and tickled, pointed firmly outward hopefully and expectantly but in vain. My newly smooth pussy would be a pretty picture to behold in this highly aroused state and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
The aphrodisiac drug they had given me had got me in its relentless grasp, taking me to the brink again and again. It never actually made me cum but each peak seemed nearer and ever more intense. If you tried to fight it, it made it worse and you were taken to the brink immediately and it took your breath away. If you tried to ignore it, then it would build more slowly, teasingly building and demanding that you try and climax. Which of course was impossible due to the interference of that damned collar I wore. It would certainly not only prevent orgasm but also keep you at that single point for a good long while, just to let you know who was boss. And then it would start all over again.
Svetlana had definitely got the better of me and my fate was in her hands. She could do whatever she wanted. And knew it! In fact, what if she decided to never allow me to orgasm ever again? This thought instantly took me to the absolute highest peak yet and I gasped at the incredible intensity of the sensation while my pussy throbbed frantically in a foolish, pointless attempt at cumming.
Svetlana was observing this and enjoying every minute of it, the wicked nasty bitch.
“You look so sweet when you tremble like that my poor little slave” purred Svetlana, “What a delicious prize you will be after a few more hours of pleasure and denial”
I struggled to keep control as wave after wave of screaming sensual arousal tickled its way to my little pip of sex, poking from my smooth slick pussy.
A gentle tap from the crop urged me on. The sounds of a party drifted towards us, a celebration of my capture no doubt. What a capture I was too. The special agent sent to end their little enterprise was now firmly in their hands, a captured spy. To my employers I would have vanished without trace, that bitch Svetlana would have seen to that. I was about to become the centre of attention in the enemy camp, where my desperate pleas for relief are very likely to be seen as highly amusing.
I almost begged there and then to be allowed release but I was desperate not to let them break me. I had to keep it together at all costs! I must never ever beg to cum!
We came to a momentary stop before a set of double doors which immediately hissed open, then we passed through. We were greeted by a smiling Mistress Katrina and around a dozen of her cronies. The Mistress was sat in curule style chair, dressed as before in a very short leather skirt and leather bra. Thigh high leather boots adorned her athletic long legs. Her gaze never left me as we entered, drinking in the vision before her.
“Ah! The little spy is here to entertain us at last!” barked Mistress Katrina in a tone of voice that made me tremble in trepidation.
“Bring the pretty creature over here where we can get a better view, I wish to inspect her more closely, to see if the depilatory cream has been completely successful.”
Svetlana urged me forward with deft movements of the crop until I stood directly in front of the dominatrix in the curule chair. At that moment I made the mistake of trying to fight down the sensation of the aphrodisiac. Instantly I was brought to a new level of arousal whilst right under the intense scrutiny of my tormentor. I was stood to attention with my arms pinned firmly behind me, fingers flailing ineffectually at thin air and my agitated nubbin just inches from the Mistresses gaze. An involuntary whimper escaped my lips and I started to pant a little in a foolish attempt at control.
“Hmm.. She responds extremely well to that drug you gave her, Svetlana. See how she squirms before me? I could have her begging like a slut slave with the slightest touch.”
She extended a finger to within a fraction of an inch of my throbbing nubbin and I gasped at the prospect of that intimate contact. Her hand trembled slightly as her long fingernail wavered. It seemed so close I held my breath. The drug pushed me closer and ever closer to begging but I have to stay silent! I simply must!
The scent of my arousal permeated the air around us as I stood naked and helplessly exposed in front of the evil Mistress Katrina. I could feel the tightness of my swollen hard nipples as they gently rose and fell to my increased breathing. My nubbin expectantly twitched.
Everyone in the room was watching me with intense concentration wondering if that trembling extended fingernail of the dominatrix would make contact with my pulsing pip. If it did I would be hers! I knew it would be over for me and I would become nothing more than a pleasure slave, to be sold to the highest bidder on this lesbian planet! How my old school rival Jennifer Stern would have loved to see me like this, naked and helpless in the hands of Svetlana and Mistress Katrina. I imagined being sold at auction, displayed nude and on the brink of orgasm before a crowd of eager buyers on the planet Bondos. I could see Jennifer Stern grinning from ear to ear, in the crowd bidding for me! No! Please not that! Not Jennifer Stern!! She would never let me cum ever!!
Just as I thought I could take no more she withdrew her hand slowly and smiled at my reaction, eyes twinkling. I gasped.
“What a pretty little naked spy you are, pussy all nice and smooth as silk, perfect legs too”
“Now get on your knees Miss Jane Fisher, you are about to pleasure me with your pretty little agile tongue until I cum and then I want you to do the same for all our lovely guests! After that we will see if you deserve the release you crave. I hope I make myself perfectly clear! If you do not satisfy us all completely and fully I will personally keep you at the highest possible peak of arousal for an entire month!”
I had to be helped down onto my knees before the formidable Mistress Katrina who had now parted her legs in readiness. She wore no panties beneath that short skirt of leather and her pussy was now just six inches from my face. I saw that it too was hairless, with small thin lips but a large clitty peeping out from beneath its hood. Her scent wafted over me and her juices had moistened all around her glistening pungent sex.
“Later, if you are a good girl, you will beg to begin your new life as our new pussy slave, this will be a permanent position”
“In the mean time you may begin Miss Jane Fisher and remember to look up at me the whole time! I want to see into your pretty blue eyes as you slowly bring me off”
All I had to do was lean forwards a little as the very precise and strict Svetlana had, of course, positioned me perfectly.
On my knees, arms straight back, chin up and tongue extended.
I felt the crop gently urge me forward. That vindictive bitch Svetlana controlling my every move. I sensed all the eyes in the room upon me. I very slowly inched forward. I heard a gasp from Mistress Katrina as she felt my breath upon her sex. Her scent filled my nostrils as I got closer and closer. Looking up at her face as instructed I saw the parted lips, as she stared back, turn into a wicked grin of conquest. I whimpered “no, please, no” but Katrina merely raise an eyebrow and said “Make me cum nicely, my pretty little naked spy!”
My tongue deftly touched her sex and it was hot and very wet. I felt her squirm a little.
I have never given sex to a woman before but I knew I had to learn fast. I knew where I liked to be tickled and gently rubbed, so I wriggled my tongue around her swollen pip then down her hot cleft feeling her juices flow onto my face.
Mistress Katrina never took her eyes away from me as I was pleasuring her. She ground her pussy into my face as she neared climax, all the time watching me closely.
I was absolutely desperate to cum and this assisted my enthusiasm in bringing off my Mistress Katrina. I was being turned on to intolerable levels,lapping and wriggling my tongue while her pussy danced erotically before me. She stared down into my eyes. “I will enjoy making you beg to cum after this Miss Fisher, but you will learn to savour the denial first. I now have the remote control for your collar and I assure you I am much meaner than Svetlana!”
My eyes opened wider. How could she be so cruel.
“I need to be completely and utterly sure you are being sincere when you me beg for permission to cum”.
The drug made me squirm again with its ferocious sexual intensity and I paused for just a tiny moment as I peaked as never before.
“Keep going you little bitch! Make me cum now!!”
I was frantic in my desire and Katrina was only the first. There was Svetlana next and she would be very demanding. Then the other twelve girls! And what about the two slave girls who stood statuesquely silent but squirmed surreptitiously in their need. Had they been given the drug too? I thought they probably had.
Katrina was very near the point of no return. She panted and gasped, gripping the sides of the chair with white knuckles. I flicked her pip of pleasure with the tip of my tongue, then down into her cleft and back to the pip. Firmer pressure now. I was soaked in her warm scented juices.
Her back arched as she came with a terrific force, ejaculating a long hot stream of fluid all over my face.
Then there was a huge explosion. It followed Mistress Katrinas orgasm so close as to seem they were almost connected.
Confusion ensued, dust fell all around and sirens blared.
Mistress Katrina stood up quickly as one of her cronies ran in the door shouting “Space Pirates! They have breached our defences!”
Another loud bang resounded followed by a strange narcotic scent. I immediately felt the room begin to spin and I slumped unconscious to the floor.
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