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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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