Blade in Teveris: Hell's Handmaidens Revisited
by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for F/F sex
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Yolanda Martins, known as Blade to most, knew she was for more than the usual trouble even before awareness fully came back to her drugged and bruised body.
She was stretched and securely bound upright in the spread eagle pose she took often enough voluntarily, except this wasn't one of those times. She was also muzzled. Not enough to keep her silent, just enough to keep her from biting.
"Excellent, your owner was not exaggerating your resilience." A heavily accented female voice spoke with a mixture of approval and eagerness.
"Owner? Lady, you and whoever you're talking about are not going to enjoy this once I get down from here."
"Then we will just have to ensure that you no longer feel that way before we let you loose to join the others." The regal Caracal shekat in a leather and silk harem getup almost purred.
"Good luck. You'll need it," she growled, tugging lightly at the restraints, more to test her own strength than anything else. Just her luck that this would happen when she wasn't on call, and hadn't had her stim's loaded. If she had, she would have redefined 'unpleasant surprises' for them.
"We have it, and you, and time." Nazareth laughed low in her throat as a light riding crop traced a circle in the brown fur around Blade's left nipple. "It has been far too long since we had a female to play with, and such an attractive one too."
"Enjoy it while it lasts. Just remember - whatever you do to me, I'll return the favor one of these days. With interest."
"You will be most fun." The Caracal chuckled as she picked up a syringe with pinkish-red liquid in it and grabbed the muzzle to force Blade's head up for the injection.
Blade fought down the impulse to tighten her throat, relaxing her muscles. No way to stop them; might as well minimize the damage. As the substance rushed threw her body, she realized two things very quickly. One, this was a stimulant of some kind, and two, it was royally fucking up her sense of touch, and sent her state of arousal to it's panicle almost immediately.
She inhaled sharply as the chemical hit - followed by the adrenaline surge it created in her system. Doing her best to ignore the distinct sensation that her blood was boiling, she strained at the frame and restraints with all her strength, though it brought nothing but a smile from her torturer and the realization that this set-up was designed with someone even stronger than her on stims in mind.
The first strike of a long leather whip above her breasts snapped her attention back to what was happening outside.
"Shit," she hissed, as the pain shot through her, more intense than anything she remembered in years. She looked at the Caracal and Lioness around her, and reminded herself that she was not here of her own will, no matter how much she enjoyed whatever they did to her. "When I get down from here, I'm going to redefine pain for you two."
The last word was cut off by a second lash strike, this one lower, just above the bare skin of her hard nipples.
Blade choked her scream into a roar as she responded to the burning pain, the pressure building between her legs almost in spite of herself as a third strike hit just below the bare skin of her nipples.
She didn't even try to hold back as the proverbial dam broke inside of her, and she screamed a string of obscenities and curses that would make a sailor blanch through the pain-induced orgasm.
"Oh, you are a good one." Blade heard over the pleasure-pain waves crashing threw her body as the whip came back, this time perfectly placed across her hard nipples.
"Sweet Bastet," she cried out, clenching her teeth afterwards as she tried to regain control of her body as a second strike landed flawlessly on top of the last.
She screamed again, focusing more on being angry than on feeling anything. "I hope you can talk without a windpipe, whore, because when I get my hands on you I'm going to tear yours out and use it for a straw."
Then the whip's flexible tip wrapped around her left nipple, both snapping and pulling at it before slipping off. Before Blade could breathe, her right nipple felt a similar treatment. The whip disappeared and the Caracal stepped up with what Blade almost instantly recognized as a piercing needle guider.
With practiced precision Blade's left nipped was gripped between the two prongs, and a large piercing needle was pressed threw the hole in it.
For a fraction of a second, the pain seemed to just blend with what had already happened, but that didn't last as another scream was wrenched from her. The Caracal waited until her voice faded before treating the right nipple.
Without even looking, she picked up an elegant, dangling nipple ring of gold, silver and ruby and inserted one in each side, adjusting them slightly to get them to lay correctly against the dark brown fur.
Once Blade could speak again, she didn't waste any time before she started. "Congratulations, you just saved your windpipe. I'm going to turn that needle sideways and shove it so far up your ass you can pierce your tongue with it, but you've saved your windpipe."
She would have spit, but she didn't have the energy as the whip snapped directly across her freshly pierced nipples, drawing a fresh scream as she felt the pressure building inside of her again.
With a playful smile the Lioness picked up a much shorter, multi-tailed whip and moved behind her victim. The first whooshing crack was cleanly against Blade's upper back, and clearly a testing blow for both of them.
Yolanda actually chuckled at that one, albeit weakly, as the blow was absorbed almost harmlessly by something other than fur and flesh. "Do your homework, you idiots."
The response was a stronger strike that wrapped around her side to tease her right nipple.
"Shit," she hissed as she clenched her teeth, and bit down a critical remark that probably would have earned her something worse than this.
The next crack snapped across her left side, wrapping around her body to caress her breast with fingers of sparking pain before moving lower after a brief retreat. Blade didn't even have time to breath as the multiple whip tails cracked from side to side too fast to even register before they'd struck again, walking down her body an inch at a time before laying the final two strikes across her hips to tease her pubic fur, leaving her quiet as she remembered how to breath, planning new and creative ways to decorate the walls with her tormentors as the whip began to walk it's way back up her body, harder and faster than the first round.
The only response Blade was capable of was an uncontrolled roar as she exploded again, waves of pain-pleasure washing over her as she stopped fighting.
Even before the orgasm faded she felt a sharp pain and the cool of metal along the outer side of her left ear. She nearly winced, but kept her reaction to a sharp intake of breath as she forced herself not to test the limits of the muzzle's restriction - or the grip on anything that might tear her ear.
As she held still, the sensation was repeated three more times, putting three holes in each edge that thin metal loops were inserted into as blood trickled down the sensitive skin as she swore mentally. "Hope your thing for piercing goes both ways lady," she said when she could speak again, "because I'm going to see how lead weights look hung from yours when I'm through with you."
As expected, there was no verbal reply as Blade felt metal rings slid threw her new piercings; ones with the weight of light chains attached to them. When all four edges were linked up, a chain was wound around her tail, and weight told her it was attached to her ears. She held her tail and hips perfectly still, trying not to do any serious damage, as she growled dangerously.
Blade in Teveris: Hell's Handmaidens Revisited
NC-17 for F/F sex
Het Level is None Slash Level is Femslash Level is High Femslash Smut Level is PWP Herm Level is None
9 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written April 22, 2002 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann
Primary Races: Kat, Xanith
Contents: Furry. Femslash (F/F). Mutilation, Rape (F on F), Torture, Torture (Sexual)
Notes: Yes, this is an accurate representation of what Teveris does on the first day of a bedslave that needs to be broken.
Blurb: Really, it's a basic sadistic F rapes F NC PWP. I get these urges to brutally torture a character within an inch of its life, and Jason let be borrow the original Blade, in exchange for her getting to run amuck later.
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