Diana and Vixen

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Aurora Chapter 29-03

By Janissa, Tex Beethoven, Sharon Best, David, and Joachim

(Latest revision 24-Oct-96)

Diana and Vixen

My hand still tingled pleasantly from the light swatting I had just given Vixen’s smooth and silky-feeling bottom. I was finding out that from being connected mentally to Vixen, I was becoming very attuned to what Vixen was feeling, and discovering that Vixen was trying to mute several of her emotions. I had already discovered all that Vixen knew about the ship. (Which was not all that much.) Hiding my discouragement at her lack of knowledge about this ship in the back of my mind, I pretended to listen as she mentally rattled on into my head, telling her life story, about how she had always been a submissive and really enjoyed it. Letting her thoughts wash over me, I concentrated on relaxing my mind as well as my body, and I tried to probe past the barricade of her convoluted thoughts and locate the ones that she was hiding. Relaxing my body proved easier than I thought. I sighed with pleasure as Vixen’s strong fingers began skillfully massaging my right thigh.

***

Vixen was discovering that she could not touch Diana enough. She deliberately shifted her body around so that her left knee could touch the smooth and paradoxically, the also tough and strong skin of Diana’s shoulder. Struggling to control herself as she flexed her fingers, Vixen flexed her mental powers to suppress her own strong feelings for this beautiful woman. Vixen was never one to question her own emotions. Always within minutes of meeting someone she somehow knew instinctively whether she could trust that person or not. And with this woman it was far more than simple trust. She sensed so much honor and nobility in this Wonder Woman that simply touching her and sharing her thoughts stole her very breath away. She was falling in love.

***

Suddenly I found the key to a door in her mind. Using it, I opened the door very gently and peered into a deeper level of her thoughts and feelings. Instantly I knew that Vixen was very aroused, in great need, and was trying desperately not to reveal to me just how hot she was. Smiling to myself, I continued to study this femme. I discovered to my shock that Vixen was falling in love with me and already trusted me completely. As she continued to massage me and silently rattle on about her life experiences, I continued to delve into her mind.

I mentally gasped as I discovered that she loved being spanked by her lover, and was trying to formulate a plan to get me to spank her. Yet she was not devious at all, and was so nervous, and afraid of frightening me off. Smiling, I reached up, intending to reassure her of my sympathy by a gentle touch.

But as I touched her ribs just below her breasts with the back of my hand, something happened. Both of us gasped, quite openly this time. I felt my own hand gently stroking her side, yet at the same time I felt my own left side being sensuously touched by an invisible hand that felt identical to my own. I realized that Vixen and I were so deeply in synch that whatever was felt by one of us was now shared fully by the other!

Her slim fingers traced a pattern on my thigh, while I traced the same pattern on her stomach. Moaning, and suddenly in great need, not knowing or caring whether it was my need or hers that I felt, I sat up and brought her mouth to mine. As I felt my strong lips press against her soft one, I moaned in her mouth as I felt her own sensations as strongly as my own. As my tongue strongly invaded her gentle mouth and conquered hers, a strong demanding tongue invaded my own gentle mouth and my own tongue surrendered gladly.

Suddenly feeling the strength of her desire to be controlled, and my own growing desire to control her, I lay down on top of her. I grasped both of her wrists in one hand, and forced her hands above her head, holding them there. Lowering my mouth, I traced a fiery path down her neck to her delightful breasts. I gasped again at the dual sensations of her nipple within my mouth and my nipple being sucked by a forceful, demanding, invisible mouth. I moved our bodies to a position where we could explore the sensation of having all four of our breasts being expertly suckled by a skilled lover at the same time.

Vixen cried out, her control vanishing under the sensations of the dual assault. When I released her hands, I shivered with pure pleasure as she stroked my thighs as I straddled her head, her long tongue licking my labial lips and my clit, sensitizing them and causing fire to race within our shared bodies. Both Vixen and I cried out in renewed pleasure when I lowered my/her mouth to her/my sweet sex. I could feel two different tongues kissing and licking my two vaginas as my tongue parted Vixen’s heavenly gate and probed her clit. I moaned and cried out loud as climax after rapid climax shot though both of my bodies. The sensations of a climax in my own body would set off a delicious one in hers, the excitement of which would cause another climax to explode within me, which we shared fully and which was so thrilling to us both that it would trigger yet another, and even stronger eruption in her, which transported us both to new levels of ecstasy, so that… And on and on! And as our sensations and emotional responses ricocheted back and forth between us, we both went almost insane with pleasure, losing all track of who was who, whose body belonged to which, which set of passionate emotions truly belonged in which mind, who led and who followed, or whether there was any difference at all as we came and came, and our climaxes took us to the very stars!

Finally after countless continued orgasms, Vixen fainted. I weakly broke contact, gasping for breath. Tenderly I pulled Vixen to me and cradled her within my powerful arms, thanking the Gods that Vixen had been unharmed by my more powerful body. The mental link had finally been broken only when Vixen had fainted from pure pleasure. Smiling down at my new friend, I decided to let her sleep just a little before awakening her. She had earned a rest.

An hour later Vixen was languorously combing my hair, still sharing the afterglow of our love making, when Minko returned.

“Sh’Lyra has summoned you Diana, and I can tell by your body language that this red-headed slut hasn’t teased you enough. If she had been doing her job properly, you would be desperate for release by now. You had better be a convincing actor.” Minko walked up to us and grabbed Vixen’s hair. Suddenly feeling very protective, I grabbed her wrist and held it in place. “Don’t, sister.” was all I said. But even as I spoke, I was thinking, “If anyone is going to spank this submissive tease, it’s going to be me.”

Minko stared at me with such surprise at my audacity that I almost laughed. After she opened her hand to release Vixen’s hair, I followed suit with her wrist. Staring into my eyes, she said, “Come. It’s best not to keep Sh’Lyra waiting. Besides, I can always punish this one later.”

“Why, you deliberately set her up for failure, knowing full well that she could not and can never control her own desires sufficiently to accomplish the goal you set for her.”

“Of course. Don’t you know anything about training a slave?”

Turning, she led the way. Once out in the hallway Minko added, “Slaves need to be punished, and at times need to feel that the punishment is deserved. They need to feel that they are totally dependent on you. So Later I will punish her. I will enjoy it, and she’ll be a better slave for it.”

“Again, for your own sake I suggest you don’t,” I warned. Then assuming the mien of a good little slave, I followed and mimicked her as we entered another room. It was a very large room containing what I can only describe as a throne. Seated on the edge of the throne was Sh’Lyra with her long legs wrapped around the shoulders of a blond-haired slave girl, whose face was completely hidden. While she was being pleasured, Sh’Lyra watched two naked women paddling the red bottom of a third who was crawling around on the floor trying to pick up flowers with her mouth and place them into a basket one at a time as rapidly as she could. I prayed to the Gods that she had not learned of her oversight on the completion of the Amazon ritual. She had a week to complete it.

As I entered her main throne room, I knelt next to Minko until Sh’Lyra gestured for me to come forward. I thought about pretending I was in great need then thought, “to Hades with it.”

“You summoned me Mistress?” I asked crisply, in the manner of an Exec reporting to her Admiral.

Sh’Lyra stared at me for a second or two. “Yes Princess, I did. Do you know that you’re the first Princess I have ever acquired as a slave?” With a gesture towards the trio in front of her she continued. “I picked that idea up from a book by a Terran woman who often writes about vampires. Your being a Princess reminded me of the book and I decided to try out some of the tantalizing ideas she had described. What would you do if I had them do that to you?”

“If you ordered me to take part, I would comply with your wishes. But if they tried it on their own, there would be battle. I am sworn to you, not to them. They are not even warriors… Mistress.” I had thrown the last word in as a deliberate afterthought, looking for her reaction.

Sh’Lyra tossed her head back and laughed, which turned into a gasp as the slave between her legs brought her to orgasm. “Yes. Well, you are unique, for now anyway. You don’t frighten easily, do you Diana? But enough, on to your future. I have decided that you will be trained by my Doms in the proper handling of slaves. You will follow their orders like they were my own. If I decide you are fit, you will become a Dom yourself, maybe even the lead Dom. If I decide you are not fit, then well… we’ll see. Whatever the alternative might be, I suspect you wouldn’t enjoy it much.”

I heard the one on her hands and knees cry out in painful frustration and moan. I glanced in her direction and was startled to see that Janee was the one being punished.

“However,” Sh’Lyra continued, “I think that you will quite enjoy what is about to happen to you now. At least at first!” She lightly kicked the blonde slave out of her way and rose to her feet.

My heart was in my throat, for if she recalled the final portion of the ritual, I could be hers for as long as a year. I would be a fool to think that I could really survive unchanged for that long as the slave of such a powerful and confident woman. I suddenly felt very uneasy, and had to really concentrate on not showing how nervous I really was.

Sh’Lyra, as regal and relaxed as a well-fed lioness in the midst of a herd of browsing deer, strode past me and gestured for me to follow. She led me to her bedroom. “Again?” I thought, “Is this woman never satisfied?” But once again Sh’Lyra proved to me that she was more devious than I. She walked up to me, lifted me up by my wrists and tied me spread-eagled to a free-standing X frame. As her strong fingers grasped my ankles and spread my legs far apart, I couldn’t help feeling a little aroused. Standing up after securing my ankles to the frame, she smiled and leaned down to kiss me forcefully. Even though my feet were four inches off the floor, she still loomed over me.

I gasped as, her lips still dominating my mouth, she spread my labia and forced her fingers within me. Blushing with my growing arousal, I moaned as she continued to kiss me. “Now for our fun! Stop clenching your vagina against my fingers.” I was appalled at the strength of my response! My sex was snapping at her fingers eagerly, and I hadn’t even realized it! I tried desperately to control my own body.

“That’s right, relax your sex,” she continued, “I have a little game for you. I am placing a small fragile ball within you. If you can prevent it from being crushed, then you win. If you can’t, then I win. I will not touch you personally, but others may.” Then she placed a simple blindfold on me and clapped her hands. I heard the sounds of a door opening and the scampering of several pairs of bare feet.

I involuntarily jerked as an unknown girl offered the first teasing touch, as light as a feather, tracing a path across my stomach. As the ball shuddered within me, I vowed to myself that at all costs Sh’Lyra would not win. But I groaned loudly in aroused frustration as several slaves began to pleasure me.

Sh’Lyra grinned to herself as she watched the five sensuous slaves touch and caress Diana. “This will take hours for her to lose control,” she thought. Sighing in contentment, she turned and left the room to see to another slave.

Fairchild the Slave

Confused, Fairchild was led from the room of mirrors and into a bedroom she remembered all too well. Immediately she was placed into a kneeling position and told to wait for her Mistress’ arrival.

Soft gasps were escaping her lips, and tears ran down her face. She felt as if she were burning up inside with desire. Her nipples and sex throbbed with desperate craving with every breath she took. Her limbs quivered uncontrollably with the very thought that soon her Mistress would be arriving. With every ounce of her being she was praying that her Mistress would find no fault with her and would finally ravish her and bring her the release she had been denied for so long. Her face buried in her hands, she was so engrossed in her own misery that she didn’t even hear the door open.

“Slut, haven’t you learned yet?” Sh’Lyra demanded angrily.

Excited and afraid of her displeasure, Fairchild started, then stared guiltily at her Mistress for a moment before falling panic-stricken to her knees, and pressing her forehead abjectly to the floor. After Sh’Lyra snapped her fingers, releasing her from her position, she looked up at Sh’Lyra and pleaded: “Does an unworthy slave have permission to touch her Mistress and beg?”

Sh’Lyra paused, then changed moods and looked down with an indulgent smile. “Just for a moment.”

Fairchild immediately squirmed forward awkwardly on her knees, her arms still bound behind her back by the ever-present gold, until her face was touching Sh’Lyra’s feet, and she lay prone on the floor and began showering her Mistress’ feet with kisses and tears, and cried out:

“Dear Mistress. Sweet Mistress! Your slave has been disobedient! Your slave has defied you! Your slave has forced her one true Mistress to pursue her through space to recapture your unworthy property! Please, Mistress, punish your slave! Punish me hard and show me no mercy!”

Sh’Lyra’s smile broadened in delight. “Yes slave, for once your wish is my wish. I do intend to punish you… but…” she paused to enhance her slave’s anticipation, “not in the fashion you probably expect. “

Panicked, Fairchild scrambled to her knees and forehead and again placed her lips against her Mistress’ feet. Wordlessly she raised her bottom for Sh’Lyra’s punishment. Sh’Lyra noted with some pleasure that her bottom still bore the marks of her last training session. Sh’Lyra snapped a leash on her neck and ordered her to stand, legs spread far apart.

Frantically and fearfully Fairchild obeyed. Her breasts heaving, the pendants suspended from her nipples swinging back and forth with every panting breath she took, the tiny teeth of the gold clamps causing her great pleasure, but never quite enough pleasure, she stood trembling before her Mistress. Sh’Lyra, with a smile, slid one finger inside Fairchild and studied her reaction. Fairchild’s breath left her as she trembled and moaned, totally out of control of her desires. Evidently pleased by her slave’s reaction, Sh’Lyra stood and led Fairchild out of her room.

Fairchild began weeping again, every step a reminder of the tremendous need she felt in her throbbing sex. When her breasts swayed even slightly as she walked, they sent intense signals of unfulfilled pleasure thoughout her body. She was on fire and helpless to do the slightest thing about it. Sh’Lyra led her through several corridors until they arrived in a room containing several hundred people. Fairchild gasped as she was led naked directly past several dozen strangers, all studying her body with obvious lust. All obviously found her desirable, but at the same time she saw not one friendly face in the entire crowd, just pure, unadulterated hunger for her flesh. Several times their hands would caress a breast or a thigh possessively, many times her bottom was stroked and pinched. Her flesh burned under their touches. “Stand up there,” Sh’Lyra ordered Fairchild, indicating a small podium.

Sh’Lyra made her pose in several different stances, displaying her for all to see. At Sh’Lyra’s words “You did well,” Fairchild felt tremendous pleasure run though her. Then a blindfold was placed over her eyes. Sh’Lyra gestured for the visual portion of the crowd hologram to disappear. Leaving just the sounds of the crowd running to continue the illusion, she stepped behind Fairchild and wrapped her strong arms around her.

Fairchild felt strangely happy as Sh’Lyra’s arm slid slowly around her waist, tickling the undersides of her large breasts. Suddenly Sh’Lyra tightened her arm, hundreds of thousands of pounds compressing Fairchild’s chest. She felt the two diamond hard points that were Sh’Lyra’s nipples digging into her back. Sh’Lyra’s other hand slid between Fairchild’s thighs and cupped her sex. Fairchild tried to arch her back as Sh’Lyra thrust three fingers inside of her, her Mistress’ thumb rubbing her clit with hundreds of thousands of pounds of force. She had always secretly desired to be conquered by overwhelming strength, and now that it was happening, Fairchild felt dizzy and very helpless. She could feel hundreds of eyes on her as her Mistress publicly used her.

Moaning as her sensations alternated between pain and pleasure so quickly as to confuse her senses, Fairchild heard a man and woman call out, urging her Mistress to use the beautiful slave girl. “That’s ME they’re talking about,” she thought. Soon the pleasure built up, overwhelming her senses as she screamed her pleasure for all to hear. Knowing there was a crowd watching her as a helpless slave girl in the arms of her natural Mistress put her over the edge as an orgasm exploded within her.

Silently Sh’Lyra cursed. “The little bitch is even hotter than I’d expected!” she thought to herself. “I didn’t want to let her do that!” Expertly Sh’Lyra brought Fairchild right to the edge of another great orgasm and then stopped. After pausing slightly, she did it again. Sh’Lyra repeatedly brought Fairchild right up to the edge, never allowing her the release she so craved, that she so desperately needed. When Fairchild was finally reduced to helpless tears, Sh’Lyra signaled for the crowd noises to disappear. Fairchild again heard the words she had been hearing endlessly over and over for so many days now, “You can please yourself by pleasing me.”

Sh’Lyra then released Fairchild, removing her lead-lined blindfold, curious to see what she would do, testing to see just how far her training had progressed. Moaning in frustration, Fairchild stood for just a moment on shaky legs, trying to blink the tears from her eyes. She knelt down next to her Mistress and placed her head against Sh’Lyra’s right foot. “Please Mistress, I beg of you, let me please you.”

Sh’Lyra chuckled and gestured her to the bed. Fairchild felt as if her heart would burst in eagerness as she raced to it.

Sh’Lyra, picking up a quirt, got into the bed and straddled Fairchild’s face. As Fairchild kissed and licked her Mistress’ sex, Sh’Lyra ordered Fairchild to spread her legs far apart. Fairchild cried out into Sh’Lyra’s sex as the quirt fell on her loins. Frantically Fairchild strove to please her Mistress. As she licked and nibbled, probed and sucked, she was continually moving her body as Sh’Lyra ordered her, so her Mistress could whip her more easily. Sh’Lyra’s legs clamped on her head with thousands of pounds of force and the body above her shook with an intense orgasm. Sh’Lyra continued to ride and whip Fairchild until hours later her quirt disintegrated from overuse. At last she relented and told her slave, “You have been skillful and dutiful, and I am well pleased with my slave’s performance.” She roughly thrust several fingers deep inside of Fairchild’s sex and with the other hand rubbed her nipples until Fairchild came again and again in delirious, grateful release.

30 hours later - Diana with the Doms

This was the only the beginning of my third day and already I was weary of being a slave. I did not mind being naked, in fact I quite enjoyed not having anything on except my bracelets and those small gold chains. But I was beginning to find it very hard to accept the unflinching cruelty of some of the Doms. I was limping slightly as I left Sh’Lyra’s room and as always with Sh’Lyra, I was tired to the bone and still very aroused. Every muscle of my body felt abused. It took so much continuous effort to survive Sh’Lyra’s earthquake-strength orgasms, as well as to put up with that damned quirt of hers. My bottom and upper thighs were crisscrossed with welts, yet Sh’Lyra had kept me in such a high state of sexual arousal I hardly ever felt the pain until later. But it took so much out of me! Within an hour or two all the damage Sh’Lyra had done to me would be healed, but the sexual arousal was not that easy to deal with. I was tired and overused and ready to collapse, but I was still so infernally HOT! The worst part was that I had been ordered not to allow myself any relief until Sh’Lyra herself provided it to me.

I almost moaned in relief when I pushed open the door to the small bathing room I was beginning to call my own. Sh’Lyra’s slave quarters were huge, consisting of one large room with several dozen other rooms attached to it. Most of those rooms had side rooms, and two of them led directly to Sh’Lyra’s quarters. Now the slave quarters was mostly empty, thanks in no small part to Chris, Laura and me. I had been told by Vixen that there were several baths spread thoughout the quarters, but as this particular one was the most remote and least furnished, so very few of the slaves used it. I was hoping that Vixen was waiting for me and I was not disappointed. While she and I had a lot to talk about, I had a strictly petty reason for wanting her there. She gave the best massages, her strong little fingers always able to find and rub all the sore spots. I had no idea how strong she was, but judging from the way she could work my muscles, she was at least as strong as some of the weaker Doms.

“Lay down Mistress, and I shall make you forget your pains,” Vixen whispered with a sly smile as she indicated a spot on the floor covered with several layers of towels. Smiling gratefully, I complied.

Sighing as her magic fingers worked the stiff muscles on my back I thought, “So Vixen, what have you learned?”

There is still one partially working shuttle left on board. There are three others, but they are all down for repairs. The one partially working shuttle is in docking bay number 15, wherever that is. Also this ship is heading to earth very slowly. I’m sorry Mistress, but that is all I have.”

“Don’t call me Mistress,” I muttered lazily as I reflected on our escape plan. My plan was a simple repeat of what Laura and I had already done. We would steal a shuttle and head towards Earth. Of course this was all contingent on whether or not Sh’Lyra performed the only part of the Amazon duel ritual she had left out. By my people’s rules, she had seven days to tell me how long I was to serve her. If she failed to specify a period, then at the end of the seventh day I was free by default.

As Vixen rubbed my back, she listened to my thoughts. “Mistress, how will you take care of the Mistress herself, won’t she just capture us again?”

I groaned as she probed deep into a sensitive spot and thought back, “Simple, my dear wonderful masseuse, I intend to wrap her in my gold chains. She will be helpless long enough for us to escape.” I was finding it harder and harder to concentrate as my body relaxed, since the sexual need within me seemed to grow.

Before I could chide Vixen again about calling me Mistress, another set of voices broke our peace. “Look, a slave slut playing with another slave slut. I would say this constitutes allowing yourself pleasure, and the Mistress will not object if we whip them a few dozen times each!”

Turning my head, I watched three Doms enter the room. Pam-eta, Evelyn and one other I had not seen before. Both Pam-eta and Evelyn had heavy whips in their hands, while the third one carried a large bag. Vixen and I were on the opposite side of the bath from the door. Pam-eta and Evelyn advanced on us, one to the right and the other to the left, while the third person stood guard over the door.

As I was rising to my feet, Evelyn struck with her whip. It was child’s play to intercept the whip and let it wrap around my bracelet, then to grab its end. I gritted my teeth and pulled hard, trying to yank the whip out of her hands. The whip was humming with power, and just holding it in my hands was painful. For a brief moment Evelyn and I were in a tug-of-war, and too late I realized that Evelyn was simply a diversion, as Pam-eta’s whip whistled though the air towards my back. Vixen leaped up covering my back with her own. She screamed as the heavy whip made of tough alien leather mixed with metal strands brutally tore her skin open. As Vixen fell to the floor, driven by Pam-eta’s powerful blow, I suddenly released Evelyn’s whip.

As she stumbled back losing her balance, I leaped across the bath to tackle Pam-eta as she pulled her arm back for another strike. With the sound of thunder I smashed into Pam-eta, driving her up against the wall. But before I could begin pummeling her, the third woman leaped on me and all three of us ended on the floor. In a tangle of bodies we rolled back and forth on the floor. We were so tangled up that no one could strike an effective blow. Neither one of them were very skilled in fighting, but they were both very strong. When we stopped rolling around, they ended up on top. Pam-eta was trying to confine my arms and the other was grasping my legs.

I heard Evelyn laugh, the crack of a whip, driven at almost supersonic speeds, and then a scream that set my hair on end. It was a bloody raw-throated scream. Pam-eta growled in my face, “Give up bitch, or Evelyn will whip the hide off of your slave slut.”

I relaxed my body for a brief moment, just long enough to give my opponents a sense of victory. As they relaxed to shift their grips, I heaved Pam-eta off of me with my arms and kneed the other one hard in the face, her head snapping back and slamming into the wall. She slid down the wall stunned, leaving behind a head sized dent in the hard metal walls. With a yowl of hate, Pam-eta landed with a splash into the bath. I quickly rolled over, gathered my feet under myself and launched myself at Evelyn, who was pulling her arm back from whipping Vixen again.

I saw red at the sight of Vixen’s bloody torn body, huge patches of torn skin and muscles literally ripped off her back. I could see bare bones gleaming whitely amidst the red ruin of her back. She was the only one I could call a friend in this hellhole. I reversed my body in mid-leap and kicked Evelyn as hard as I could in the stomach. She partially rolled with the blow, but even so she shot backwards and slammed into the wall. But she was made of sterner stuff than the others. Her whip sliced though the air to strike me. I partially deflected the blow with a bracelet, but the end of the whip struck my back. I gasped as I discovered that the whip had cruel metal barbs at the end. I dodged her next attack, as I felt my blood run down my back. Hearing Pam-eta leap out of the bath, I ducked and pivoted on one foot to sweep Pam-eta’s legs out from under her. Moving faster than I have ever moved before, I grabbed her ankles as she fell backwards. Straining, I twirled her around fast enough to create a vacuum, and slammed her into Evelyn.

Evelyn was knocked off her feet as I used Pam-eta like a velvet-covered steel bat. Continuing my spin, I released Pam-eta so she flew across the room and smashed though the door, her body rolling out into the main room. Not even bothering to pay further attention to Pam-eta, I continued my spin until I was facing Evelyn again. She was leaping to her feet, her rage turning her pretty face into an ugly mask.

Suddenly her face went white and she dropped to her knees, putting her forehead on the floor. Feeling HER presence behind me, I ignored Sh’Lyra and went to Vixen’s side. I was amazed to see that she was still alive. As I touched her I hissed, arching my own back. I could sense Vixen struggling to shield her mind, to protect me from her pain. But despite her efforts, some of her pain leaked pass her mental shields making my muscles spasm, my own back feeling like it was on fire. “Sorry I couldn’t help more Mistress,” she whispered in my mind as she passed out. Lovingly, I replied into her unconscious mind, “Don’t call me Mistress, you sweet girl.”

***

“Interesting, I have never damaged her that much in the past. Diana, her body seems to be able to heal faster if you press her damaged flesh back together. If she can survive that much damage, she will heal quickly,” Sh’Lyra commented. I obeyed, and watched in amazement as Vixen’s wounds healed before my eyes. “As for you Evelyn, you slut, your cruelty has been amusing to me in the past, but this time if she dies, you die, slowly. Clean this place up personally, then report to Janee. Diana, if that slave survives, take her to the kitchen and feed her until she’s stuffed. After she eats, both of you report to Janee.” Sh’Lyra, as regal as any queen, turned and left us.

Evelyn, shaking in terror, pleaded with me, “Please don’t let her die.” I was amazed at the naked fear that was now on this evil woman’s face as she ran out of the room.

“Bet she’s shaking in her boots, Mistress.”

“Vixen!” I shouted, then calmed myself and thought, “You’re awake, how do you feel? No, don’t answer, that was a stupid question. Thank you for saving my back.”

Grinning painfully, she thought back, “I am continually surprised at you warrior types always being astounded when someone smaller and not built for fighting can be a help to you.” As she was thinking, her wounds visibly mended before my eyes. Within minutes her wounds were only bright pink marks on her skin. I thought back to her, “You have the fabled healing powers of the Trolls.”

Weakly she opened her eyes and thought to me, “I am dying and you are calling me names Mistress! Ooh you are cruel. I am very thirsty and hungry, Mistress.”

Vixen looked like she had lost several pounds, like she had been starved for a week. I scooped her up in my arms as I gently chided her, “Don’t call me Mistress.” I was relieved when the little minx responded with a whisper and a weak smile, “Yes Mistress.”

I approached the door by wading though the bath, washing off most of the blood. As I left the room, Evelyn passed me, running into the room carrying armfuls of cleaning supplies. About half an hour and a few pounds of food later, Vixen and I left the kitchen to report as ordered to Janee. Until this time I had no idea how many slaves Sh’Lyra had, so I was somewhat amazed to see close to 75 slaves kneeling quietly on the floor surrounding a raised platform. On the platform was Sh’Lyra’s chair and four tall rough-looking posts. Pam-eta and the other Dom were each tied to a post, their wrists tied up above their heads so their feet were unable to reach the floor.

Vixen lightly touched me on my back and thought, “Mistress, there is so much tension and fear in this room you could cut it with a knife.”

I know,” I thought back. You did not have to be able to read minds to see the fear and tension in everyone’s every little movement.

Janee had us kneel next to the platform. She then examined the cut in my back and hissed angrily at Pam-eta and the other Dom who I had knocked unconscious early in the fight. I reached over and lightly stroked Vixen’s naked flank, longer than was necessary to ask, “What is that Dom’s name?” Vixen had the softest silkiest skin I had ever felt. I watched in amusement as she responded to my caress, her nipples growing stiff and larger, her body squirming. “Her name is Breana. That feels so good Mistress, and you are teasing me!” she added with a laugh.

Our play was interrupted when Sh’Lyra entered the room with Fairchild in tow. Fairchild looked beautiful and so aroused she was barely able to keep her feet beneath her to walk. Sh’Lyra attached her arms to a hook set high on the whipping post until she was barely able to touch the floor with the tips of her toes. I could not figure out why Fairchild didn’t just fly away. “Sh’Lyra’s hold on her must be strong,” I reflected.

Sh’Lyra left her there as she headed into the bathing room where Evelyn was trying desperately to clean up. I almost gasped in surprise as Fairchild raised her legs around the post, like she would a lover, and began to grind her groin against the rough surface. I was so involved in watching Fairchild’s pitiful attempts to satisfy herself that I almost missed Sh’Lyra’s return. Catching a movement in the corner of my eye, I reluctantly turned my head to watch Sh’Lyra reentering the room. Behind her, crawling rapidly to keep up, was Evelyn.

Like a dog carrying its own leash, Evelyn was carrying a whip in her mouth. Sh’Lyra gestured for Evelyn to go to the empty post. Janee, waiting for her, viciously yanked Evelyn up by her hair and attached her wrists high up on the post. Janee then attached cuffs to Evelyn’s ankles and spread her legs far apart. To prevent her from closing her legs, a thick metal rod was attached to the ankle cuffs.

“Janee, bring me the whip she has in her mouth.” Without any trace of anger in her voice or demeanor, Sh’Lyra turned to face the group of kneeling and shivering slaves. Looking directly at me, she said, “No slave may shed the blood of another without my permission. These three decided to beat another slave. I have no qualms with that. However, they chose to use these new whips which are not designed for use on you weakling sluts. Watch and learn.”

Turning toward the posts she flicked her wrist, sending the whip whistling behind her. Casually, seemingly relaxed, indicating she wasn’t using much of her considerable strength, the whip struck her chair. I gasped along with several slaves as the whip cut the chair in half. She turned slightly to look at the four slaves. All but Fairchild were watching their Mistress with fear in their eyes. Fairchild, lost in the overwhelming arousal she was still suffering, had wrapped both legs around her post and was grinding herself frantically against its rough surface.

Again Sh’Lyra flicked her whip behind her. Smiling a cruel smile, she chose a target. I watched as all three of the Doms closed their eyes and shivered, waiting for the blow to descend on their naked backs. In a blur of smooth motion, this time her giant muscles leaping into play, she struck. Such was her speed that her arm became a blur and the whip all but disappeared, until it struck with the sound of lightning, against Fairchild’s naked back and buttocks. Fairchild’s upper torso was slammed against the post. One beautiful breast actually punched into the post hard enough to snap the post in two. The gold belt on her waist was cut in half and it slid off of her naked body.

Fairchild threw her head back, her eyes and mouth wide open, no sound emerging, as every muscle on her body spasmed out of control. As she fell to the floor, I could see a bright red welt raising on her fair skin, and weird purple energy sparking from one nipple to the other. Suddenly she screamed for almost a minute as both incredible pain and overwhelming pleasure battled for supremacy within her body.

“Silence slut.” Sh’Lyra ordered.

Bile rose in my throat at the thought of what must have been done to her mind, when Fairchild choked off her scream and sobbed, “Thank you Mistress,” as she arched her back towards Sh’Lyra and offered her body to her Mistress for further whipping.

Sh’Lyra looked pleased with herself as she flicked the whip behind her. Deciding not to kill Evelyn, Sh’Lyra used only a small fraction of her strength in her whipping. Evelyn screamed a raw-throated scream as the whip ripped deep into her skin, penetrating muscle, and leaving a wide bloody raw stripe across her back. “Learn sluts, this new power whip has been made for use on just one slave. Only Fairchild is worthy of being whipped by this whip. Diana, get up here.”

Startled, I quickly obeyed. Before I could kneel down by Sh’Lyra’s leg, she signaled me to remain standing. In response to a snap of Sh’Lyra’s fingers, Janee practically ran up to her Mistress and knelt down. In her hands was another whip which she offered to her Mistress. “Diana, I have decided you should punish these three. This whip is more suitable for their weak bodies. Whip them well.”

Mentally swearing, I responded verbally, “Thank you Mistress.” My mind racing, I stalled for time as I bent down to take the whip from Janee. I could not bring myself to whip a helpless woman, but at the same time I had no wish to be whipped myself. Smiling, I suddenly thought of what I hoped was a way out. I grasped the whip like I would a hammer, and very clumsily tried to flick the whip back. Startled, Janee and two others cried out as I accidentally (on purpose) struck them with the whip. The end of the whip wrapped around the arm of the last woman who squalled in fright as I pulled her into the slave in front of her.

Using all my powers of concentration, I forced a blush and dropped to my knees before Sh’Lyra. “Mistress, please forgive me. I have no skill with the whip.”

I was amazed when I heard Sh’Lyra’s laugh. Hiding a smile, I waited with the rest of the slaves for her to stop laughing at our antics. When she had regained her composure, she ordered, “Janee, finish the whipping. Minko, you are responsible for teaching this new slave how to whip within the week. Diana, I give you the red-headed slut as your slave. I expect to hear her screams penetrating my bedroom walls and singing me to sleep each night as you whip her.”

Still chuckling, she walked over to Fairchild, grasped her by her hair, and dragged her out of the room.

Three days later

I played the slave girl for three more days before I finally encountered Fairchild again. I had learned that Sh’Lyra believed that everyone could be classified as a submissive or a dominant. And to prove her theory, she intended that when she conquered the world, she would legalize slavery. Better yet, she would require it, everyone in the world either to own slaves, or to be one him- or herself. Her plans to conquer the world were a little vague, but listening to her, you had no doubt that she would succeed: it was only a matter of time. After she had left me alone for a while to think, I realized that she had that rare combination of qualities, the intelligence to lead effectively, and the charisma to get others to follow eagerly.

I had always prided myself on my ability to read people, yet Sh’Lyra continued to elude me. Time after time, just when I thought I had her pegged as simply a cruel evil woman, she would casually do or say something that would prove me wrong. The second day after she had told me that she intended to completely destroy one or two of the middle eastern countries, she then mentioned that she thought children should never go hungry. That she would make sure that world hunger was eliminated. Yet in the same breath, she stated that most genetic misfits would need to be destroyed.

My own role seemed to throw the other slaves for a loop. I was not quite a Dom, but I was treated with what for Sh’Lyra bordered on respect. The others heard from Janee that I was possibly going to be a Dom, and maybe even replace herself as head Dom, and while they ordered me around, they all seemed very unsure as to exactly how to treat me. While the others felt primarily threatened by me, Minko seemed honestly pleased. Even so, Janee and Evelyn seemed to take great delight in spanking or whipping me as part of my training.

As I wandered naked though the halls wearing only my gold collar, bracelets and ankle bands, I noticed Janee and Evelyn entering a door I had not yet been through. Having no duties at the moment, I followed them and peeked into the room. They were grooming Fairchild. She was in a room that was lined with mirrors. The word ‘beautiful’ was not strong enough a word to describe her. She was kneeling in the slave position that allowed everyone to see all of her body. Her knees were spread far apart, her buttocks firmly on her heels. Around her neck, her trim ankles, and her wrists, were gold bracelets. Her arms were clasped tightly behind her back with gold chain. Belted tightly around her waist was a gold chain belt studded with precious gems.

Before I could duck out of sight, Janee turned to me, “Diana, yes I see you peeking in the room, get your ass in here or I will stripe it for you. You are not a Dom yet, and you must still follow my orders. And even if our Mistress eventually makes you into a Dom, you may or may not become head Dom.”

“Here, brush this slave’s hair. Fairchild, you little slut, hold still.” Fairchild was looking down at the floor like all pleasure slaves did except for the Doms and me. Only in the presence of the Mistress did we incline our heads. Her face was flushed, her breathing was very rapid, her nipples were as stiff and large as Laura’s, and I smelled a strong scent of honey and flowers. I noticed two gold pendants hanging from her nipples by strong and wicked looking clamps. “She has a slight greenish tint to her breasts,” I thought. Clamped to her labia was another pendent. It was obvious that with each slight movement on her part, those pendants helped to remind her of her inferior status.

As Janee stroked her cheek, Fairchild almost purred and shivered. She had just had a little orgasm, but obviously desired another. I shuddered at the thought of what they had done to this proud, impressive Velorian Protector. At Evelyn’s frown, I quickly continued to brush her long silky blond hair. As I knelt right behind her, I could not help but see our images in the mirrors. She looked so sexy that I suddenly felt very jealous of Sh’Lyra.

By the hundredth stroke I was feeling very aroused and sexy. I couldn’t help but caress the soft skin of her back as I brushed her hair. Fairchild responded to each caress I gave her with a wiggle. I could hear her breath catch and the soft chiming of the pendants as they swung back and forth. My own arousal seemed like a raging fire within me. Minko had entered the room and I was completely unaware of her until she gently took the brush out of my hand and pulled me away from Fairchild.

I was glad to see that Janee and Evelyn looked almost as shaky as myself. I watched as they fit a delicate gold chain coif over Fairchild’s head. Hanging from the coif at the center of her forehead was a brilliant red alien gemstone, the size of a small egg. Four other slave girls, Pam-et, the small red headed one, and two others who were currently in favor with Janee and Evelyn entered the room. I watched Pam-et lead Fairchild out of the room as the other two started to kiss and fondle Janee and Evelyn. Minko gestured for Vixen to come over to us. She kissed me while Vixen knelt before me and started to stroke and cup my breasts. I vowed to myself that after the week of service to Sh’Lyra was over I would rescue Fairchild and take Vixen with me.

Like a faint whisper in my brain, I almost heard, “Be very careful, even in your innermost thoughts, my Mistress. While we are all touching, Minko might hear.”

Several hours later

Leading Vixen by a leash, I had followed Minko into Sh’Lyra’s den. There I was watched as I strapped Vixen onto a reclining X frame and placed an isolation hood on her.

Over the last few days under Minko’s tutelage I had been taught how to use a whip. I had had no idea that whipping was such an art form. By now I had learned the distinct difference between whipping for punishment and for pleasure. Nervously I wiped sweat from my brow. For the last three days all of my previous whip training had been with targets. Today I was to whip Vixen for the first time.

I glanced at Vixen, who was tied onto an X frame wearing only an isolation hood. Minko was telling me, “As I have instructed you before, unless you deliberately want to physically ruin a slave, you have to know just where and how to strike, and more importantly, when to quit. If you are whipping her for pleasure, then if you have any feelings for your slave, you have to conceal them. Your slave should never know that you really care for her. She needs to think that you don’t have any concern for her feelings, that she only exists to please you, even with her pain. And usually if she is a good slave then she will find pleasure in the pain. So your challenge is not to permanently injure the slave, but to learn just how hard to hit, when to quit, and at the same time to take her to new heights of pain and pleasure.

“One rule you must follow, Sh’Lyra does not allow us to break the skin of the slave. Only the Mistress has that right. Rule two, never tell the slave how much you love her unless you are deliberately setting her up for a disappointment.”

As Minko rattled on about the rules, Diana was thinking, “this is the fifth or the sixth day of my sexual slavery, and as yet my Mistress… SHIT, I mean Sh’Lyra, why do I find myself thinking of her as my Mistress…” Suddenly depressed, her thoughts continued, “Why fool myself, that woman could charm snakes and tame wolverines. If I stay here too long I fear that I will not be able to resist her. As yet she hasn’t told me how long my sexual slavery is to be. According to Amazon rules, she has to tell me within the first week or the period is ended. Two more long days of this, and then with luck, my given word will no longer bind me. Or is she deliberately waiting until the last moment, just to torment me?”

Under Minko’s tutelage, I was rapidly learning how to control and dominate others. To my amazement I found myself really enjoying some of the training exercises. The most startling truth about myself I had learned was that I rather tended to enjoy dominating Vixen, and that I really cared for her. Every day I was with her, our mental rapport deepened.

Vixen, I had found, healed at a remarkable rate and while her strength was only about a quarter of mine, she was very hard to injure. She was not invulnerable like a Prime, but she was nevertheless physically very tough.

Just this morning Vixen had deliberately dropped my food on my lap in full view of several witnesses. To prevent her from being whipped, I had no choice but to spank her. As I placed a suddenly shy Vixen over my lap, I discovered that she was very aroused. What really threw me for a loop was that the intense sensuous feelings I was picking up from her were being matched by similar feelings within myself. During my light spanking of her fair bottom she climaxed. Afterwards, she was very eager to please, and had the most talented tongue I had ever experienced.

Now Vixen was on a spread eagle rack, her lovely bottom raised for my enjoyment. Her legs were spread far apart, her sex moist and glistening under the hot lights. Her large breasts were hanging free and swaying back and forth as she wiggled on the x-frame. The size of her erect nipples were proof that she was very excited. Lightly touching the sole of her foot, I thought, “Are you all right with this?”

“No Mistress, you know I hate a lot of pain, but I love you. And as we have already discussed, if this is a test from Sh’Lyra, then you have to do it. Besides, if you become a Dom then we stand a better chance of escaping.” With some fear and no little self loathing eating at me, I steeled myself and lightly whipped her across her naked backside. Her isolation hood prevented her from predicting and preparing herself to receive my blows. She gasped and wiggled on the rack. Twice more I whipped her and then stopped.

I fell to my knees as Sh’Lyra entered the room followed by a smiling Fairchild. “Leave us, Minko,” Sh’Lyra ordered. She sat in her chair and pulled Fairchild down on her lap. After Minko had left the room she continued, addressing me, “Diana, show me what you have learned. Whip that slut, make her dance under your whip.” She then proceeded to bind Fairchild’s limbs.

With a heavy heart I obeyed her orders and turned towards Vixen. “Gods please hear my prayer, don’t let this whipping proceed too long!” I thought as I readied the whip. Not daring to hold back, I raised my arm and let fly at my little friend. Sh’Lyra spanked Fairchild in rhythm to my whip striking Vixen’s bare bottom. I lost count of how many times I lashed her. As her bottom grew red and welted, I was beginning to grow desperate, when the Gods answered my prayer…

Sharon Best
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