With their charge readied for her performance, all but two of the girls moved back and remained on their knees, sitting erect and stiff. A pair of them arose and applied a lead to her collar.
‘Come with us please, mistress,’ said the bearer of the leash, and with a gentle pull began to walk with precise steps towards the door.
The other girl followed behind, taking a cane from beneath the slab and holding it as testament to prove Kira’s slavery.
With wide eyes and a fluttering belly, Kira followed obediently, her fingers stroking her bound skin, her limbs trembling slightly with anticipation and anxiety.
The door opened and revealed a catwalk. The slim white path was lit from directed overhead spotlights, leaving everything but its surface hidden in nebulous depths.
Led down this glowing road, Kira was brought onto a large platform, the lights flashing on from every direction to bathe it in a warm radiance. The spotlights from without poured their gentle radiance onto the circular stage, denying Kira any clue as to what lay beyond. She could hear the faint rustle of movement, of cloth shuffling against skin, but had no idea who or how many were watching. Was the queen out there? Was Cassandra?
The catwalk lights winked out, leaving her the sole point of attention. The girl with her leash gathered in the slack and closed her other hand into Kira’s hair. The 163
delicate fingers reached in at the root and enclosed to hold a large bunch.
Using this anchor Kira was drawn down to her knees, held captive by leash and hair. Her eyes closed a little as she complied, a glorious sense of exhibitionist iniquity roaring through her. She knew she was on display, but it was a display tempered by anonymity. Like facing a television camera, she could tell herself that one person watched her, or that hundreds of people were arrayed about her. It was her choice what she found easier to believe.
The other girl spread Kira’s knees a little more, so that she knelt upright, her rear presented to the crowd.
The hold in her hair pulled a little, making her crane her head back, her mouth opening slightly with a sigh of delight at being manipulated thus. With a gradual acceleration the stage started to revolve, turning slowly, presenting her from every direction.
Staring into the bright lights, she wondered what the others must be thinking or doing. Was she arousing them?
Were they growing stiff or wet with desire for her as she was shown to them in such an enforced manner?
The handmaidens released her, taking away the leash and bowing deeply before retreating into the shadows, leaving her alone in the light.
Long minutes passed where she had to fight to keep still, the temptation to move or get up pressing to her.
The sense of jeopardy also had her wanting to flee, but her hunger for experience kept her firmly in place.
Shuffles and creaks of rubber emerged from the perimeter and she saw hints of silhouettes, the lights catching refractions on polished forms. Emerging from every direction came six forms, and Kira gasped as she 164
saw them. The Asian women had stern uncompromising faces, moulded into one severe expression that had hardened like iron and would never change. Their eyes were rimmed with dark shades, their lips painted a similar deep hue, adding greatly to their glower. White and black latex poured down their heads in the form of nuns’ habits, the rest of their bodies hidden beneath a curtain of the fabric, the vast cloaks completely enveloping them.
The one directly before her held the silver chain that connected two clover clamps. The devices were affixed to the nipples of a young Caucasian male. He was of average height, with a physique that was wrought from battle; hard like a diamond and swift like the wind. She could confirm such suspicions with hints of old scars on his form. His skin was slightly tanned and weathered, but hidden from the sun for long enough to make it start to pale. Already he had been subjected to punishment, numerous crucifix shaped weals painted across his thighs and rear, the custom-made weapon leaving a strange shape in its wake.
His dark hair was short, and his attractive face was kept rigid, hiding his desire for her and his relish for his treatment. In his eyes she could see the truth his features sought to hide. The pupils were wide, soaking up her form and that of the latex nun holding him hostage.
When Kira spied his collar she realised who it was.
The collar was the same segmented implement she had seen on the lupine at the queen’s feet. The collar had shrunk with his transmogrification to a human visage, but it was definitely the same one. Even his hair was the same colour as the pelt of the monster she had seen. It was hard to believe that these were one and the same, and Kira wondered what it would be like to witness him 165
change, hoping she would soon have opportunity to see.
He was bound with rope as she was, save that a crotch rope ran down to grab a cock ring, the steel hoop squeezing his testicles and shaft, preventing him from wilting as he remained swollen to the eye. The sight of him erect thus had Kira dreaming for the feel of him thrusting into her, to make her a carnal display for the amusement of the watching voyeurs. Was this to be the show? The mating of a brood vampire with the most ancient enemy of such a creature – a werewolf?
Kira continued entertaining the notion of having him penetrate her, and then she added the fantasy of him undertaking the transformation she wanted to observe, while within her. Having her partner become something new during the act of sex and becoming the creature she had seen humbled at the heels of the queen was a delicious concept.
Leading him before her, the nun drew down the lupine until he was kneeling as well, leaving the two of them staring into each other’s eyes, separated by a short distance. Latex-gloved hands emerged from the veils of the two nuns that stood on either side of her and brought Kira back to her feet.
Rope was tied around her mid-thigh and then pulled out, the tight lengths easing her legs apart into a lewd split where her ankle boots wobbled to keep her supported. Her balance was hard to maintain without her arms to steady her, but still she tried to keep calm.
The ropes were fastened to moorings in the shadows beyond the lights.
One of the nuns emerged before her, standing still, fixing Kira with a lifeless stare. Then, with dramatic extravagance, she threw open her cloak to reveal what 166
lay beneath, making Kira’s eyes widen in shocked astonishment.
The folds of black rubber ruffled in the light and fell behind her shoulders, trailing down her black and leaving her free of its encumbrance. The woman was compressed within a halter neck leotard of rubber, the high thigh reaching over her hips and plunging as a narrow slit down the front, barely concealing her.
The white collar expanded to her throat, reaching to the shoulder and falling as a diamond to point between her enclosed breasts.
A single wide suspender dropped down to grab the black band of fishnet stockings, the hose clinging to her legs before losing themselves beneath knee high patent boots with stiletto heels and laced fronts.
Opera gloves encased her arms, and about her waist hung a cross of belts fitted with custom holsters and pouches to contain the wares of this stark pseudo-priestess.
Clamps, pegs, cord, a short strap, and a vicious crop with crucifix head were the only visible items, those on the rear of the belt hidden from view by the cloak. With the crop exposed Kira could see now where the lupine had gained his welts.
Looking to her sides, the nuns located there similarly cast back their obscuring curtains of latex to reveal identical costumes, all armed similarly but with their own variations. All carried the crucifix crop, however.
One nun remained behind her, hidden from view, while the other two stepped back, keeping their cloaks about them and watching impassively as their fellows conducted the rites of dominance.
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pair of what looked like chopsticks. Holding them up into the light she presented them to the spectators and moved forward, hiding the lupine
from Kira’s gaze.
Staring at the wooden struts, Kira was startled when the woman grabbed her jaws, sinking her fingers and thumb into her cheeks, forcing her to open her lips.
With the other hand the nun held the devices as one would for eating, and reached in. Fishing around in Kira’s mouth as though it were a plate, she caught the end of her tongue. Kira winced at the bite placed upon her, but could do nothing as the woman drew her out, extending her tongue as far as it would go, making the organ ache from being racked so forcefully. Releasing Kira’s face she instead took hold of the wet appendage, keeping it extended as she laid one chopstick on top, and one beneath.
The nuns at the side moved in immediately and wrapped cord around the two ends, turning the struts into a wicked vice that squeezed the base of Kira’s tongue. She moaned and wriggled against the ropes, the wooden sticks pressing to the corners of her mouth, preventing retreat.
The nuns withdrew, leaving Kira plagued by this most cruel of gags. Shaking her head she tried to get it off, but could do nothing to prevent its effects on her, and a keen ache started to build within it as circulation was hampered and sensation tormented.
Again the nun reached into the depths of her costume, this time bringing out a purple vibrator that she held aloft as she flicked the switch on its base. The rigid plastic finger started to thrum, and the nun brought it forward like a blade, to touch its tip to one of Kira’s breasts.
With soft stroking motions she circled the tender bud, 168
making it rise and stand proud to accept more of the delicious tickles.
Once one teat had been attended, the other was similarly teased and made to stand for attention.
With her work complete, the nun slotted the toy into Kira’s thong, the tight garment pressing it along the length of her sex. Gurgling from the discomfort of the gag, Kira shook from the glorious effects, her torso bending forward a little as she squirmed upon the device pressed to her.
The nun walked aside, the group rotating one place to deliver a new individual to Kira’s eyes.
This one presented a pair of clamps to the air, holding the two pincers up, their chain links swinging a weight beneath them, the leaden ball spitting out an array of long slender pins.
One at a time she had the baleful jaws swing in and grab one of her presented nipples, squeezing it within its plastic-coated jaws, making her shudder and try and pull away from what had been affixed to her.
The nun released the devices, letting them hang, the weights adding to her distress as they pulled at the morsels, installing more havoc. The weights brushed her stomach, making Kira air a pip of shock and restore her slight stoop, the prickly kisses of the pin-laden ball demanding it.
A cold throb started to rise in the flesh, sending resonant echoes through her breasts, the depth and intensity growing slowly, making it harder to accept them.
But with this duress was also the soothing effects of the vibrator, letting her sense of submission find a welcome source of fare from this erotic torture.
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compression, for after installing the clamps she started to reach to her sides, where looped strings bore fastened banks of black pegs. The gloss clothespins were painted with delicate silver symbols in the same arcane script that adorned the collars of slaves, and lifting a pair into the air, she snapped their wooden teeth for the amusement of the crowd.
Kira shied back as they were wafted before her, drawing patterns in the air, preventing her from judging where they were to be placed. Her motion made the pins scratch her stomach again, and cursing her memory she stooped immediately.
The hands reached down and the pegs snagged a meal from her inner thighs. Kira croaked and stiffened, making the weights bounce and afflict her nipples further.
Unable to close her legs and get them off, she had no choice but to endure, and again she concentrated her efforts on enjoying this, on submitting to her own dark desire for such torment.
A new pair were delivered into the light and began their descending dance, the nun working like a snake charmer, distracting Kira with the performance before clamping the implements to the underside of her breasts.
Another pair joined those on her inner thighs, the nun concentrating on this region until a row of seven descended in a neat line down each side.
Whimpering, Kira was dizzy from the sensations being heaped upon her. It was a struggle to stay upright, her sorrow rendering her giddy. But it also felt so good, a terrible contradiction of sensations that left her confused as to how she should accurately react. With her thighs attended, her hips caught a flock of pegs, these being surprisingly mordant in their gnawing companionship 170
to her skin, and any wriggles she made to try and get them off only had the spiked weight pecking at her belly.
Tears began rolling down her face and she croaked pleas for mercy as the nun started to concentrate more fully on her breasts, applying a full dozen to each, reducing them to a porcupine of dark wood.
With her supplies exhausted the nun withdrew, walking around with the others behind Kira, leaving her on full display as the stage continued to turn and show her suffering to all.
Shaking, she sobbed and pulled against her restraints, her struggles proving to be the real source of entertainment. Looking down she beheld the lupine, staring up at her, his eyes like stars as he beheld her woe.
The sound of heels on a measured pace sounded, and a pair of exposed nuns stepped to either side of the lupine.
One woman drew her cloak aside and over one arm as she stepped astride his head, placing it between her thighs as she faced his rear. Kira saw his utter relish in being held like this, trapped between the legs of the woman.
The woman’s belts of equipment were selections of needles and pins, this nun being one devoted to more severe pursuits and Kira was glad she was not being attended by her. But even so, she could not help but feel her lust rising at the sight of the nun.
The leotard plunged as a slender buckled strap between her pale cheeks, bisecting the pert mounds as it traversed her loins. Between the naked thighs and the stockings was the trapped head of the male, his features suddenly tightening with forced stoicism as a thwack sounded out, the second nun having started applying her crucifix crop to his rear. With steady strokes she cast the weapon back, 171
the strut humming into the shadows before whistling back and sounding with a sharp note against the target.
Again and again he was struck, his suffering staining his countenance as he whimpered and shuffled against the imprisoning legs. It was a wonderful distraction from Kira’s own ordeal, one that had her entranced while it was occurring.
Her wondering as to what he was going through was suddenly and graphically revealed to her when there was a soft song of speeding passage from behind her and a pair of crosses landed on both her buttocks. Caught by surprise Kira let out a cry, and then danced against her bondage, trying to roll through the burning flickers they’d left behind.
A moment later a single crop struck, and then the other, the two nuns alternating in her chastisement, applying it with a fixed rate, never wavering from their pace, no matter how much she shrieked and struggled.
Tears were rolling freely down the features of both slaves as they were mercilessly punished for the hunger of the crowds, the savaging of her rear stopping Kira from gaining the release the vibrator promised.
With her reduced to a sobbing wreck the beating stopped, and she almost swooned in the ropes, choking back a sudden flare of utmost satisfaction. To have been pushed beyond tolerance, and to have exceeded it and been punished so thoroughly was utterly liberating.
So disorientated and confused were her scrambled senses that she barely noticed the loss of the vibrator.
But as the second nun started to recover the pegs her awareness returned suddenly, each flight releasing a sudden shock of stabbing havoc through the pinches as sensation galloped back in and told tales of
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found. Wincing and croaking her petitions for clemency against such travail, Kira spasmed in her bondage, fighting the ropes in a bid to alleviate her stress. But even if she were free, what could she do? She would have to remove the pegs to get rid of their insufferable curse upon her, and to be free of them meant she had to accept their parting gift of suffering.
Torn by the calamity, Kira was weeping freely when the last came away, and then the nipple clamps were taken hold of. The nun looked into her eyes, pulling gently on the chain to increase their effects, teasing her as Kira tried to brace for what she knew would be the worst of the extractions.
The clamps came away together, and a second later Kira screeched into the air, her breasts exploding with effulgent pangs. She tried to break free, to grab them and comfort the punished flesh, but she was still bound too effectively and could do nothing save feel the effects slowly dwindle back to a bruised throbbing.
The gag was opened and taken away, leaving her tongue slack and lifeless in her mouth, seemingly unconscious after its capture.
The nun capturing the lupine stepped aside, releasing him, letting him sag to the floor in a heap, exhausted by his scourging.
The other nuns also withdrew into the shadows, leaving the monitoring pair to throw open their cloaks and come forward. Both lupine and vampiress were startled to see that they bore no other armaments save a black replica phallus that spouted from their loins, merging with the fabric of the garment. They strolled forward, stepping behind each slave and taking hold of collar and phallus.
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until his face reach Kira’s belly.
The nun behind Kira locked a hand into the rear of the thong and yanked. The fabrics snapped easily, pulling Kira back and onto the tip. As she fell back from the coarse stripping she mounted herself onto the waiting pole. Arching her back she released a howl as it opened her long starved rear and sheathed itself deep into her tracts, the motion of its passage almost making her faint from sheer ecstasy.
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