Author's Note: This story takes place in the BDSM-rich universe of www.callmeplisskin.com. It was originally written for him as part of a trade, involving his characters, and is being posted here with his permission.


Chapter 1

"Wakey wakey, Claire! Time to rise and shine!"

Coming to, Claire blinked in the harsh, bright light. As she sat up, she realized that, once again, she was naked, bound, and gagged. Her captors approached, a pair of maids she immediately recognized. As the penis gag was removed from her mouth, Claire sighed, "Not you two again."

One looked hurt, "Oh, don't you like us? Two and I tried to be so very accommodating on your last visit, and this is the thanks we get. I guess we won't be so nice this time round." Two grabbed Claire's nipples, and pulled until the redhead rose, gasping in pain, to her bound feet. As the blonde released her stretched nubs, Claire lashed out with a mighty headbutt, connecting squarely with her bluish forehead, and knocking her to the ground. One's face scrunched up in an angry snarl as she lashed out with her fist, clocking Claire right on the jaw.

Unable to keep her balance in the bindings, Claire tumbled over, right on top of Two. Shoving her off, Two sat up, rubbing the growing lump on her head. She looked over at Claire, who was moaning in pain, then stared at One, whispering, "Never harm the merchandise! Never harm the merchandise! Ringmistress will kill you for that!"

One started to panic, hopping back and forth from one foot to the other, hands in front of her face. "Oh no, oh no, oh nononono! Please please please don't be hurt!"

Two reached down, checking on Claire. Finding nothing worse than the beginnings of a bruise, she reached into a pocket and withdrew a small compress. The compress was applied to Claire's bruised jaw, allowing the chemicals to speed healing of the surface tissues, quickly removing all visible traces of the injury. Once complete, she brought it up to her forehead. One sighed with relief, then glowered with rage at Claire's prone, bound form. The maids picked her up, freed her ankles, then marched her off to the elevator, taking it to the Ringmistress's private floor.

The Ringmistress awaited their arrival with irritation and impatience. She had already questioned both Leena and Aki, but the asian would never break, and the little hitheru had only said she was under direct orders from "her Claire" not to answer anything. Now it was time to try breaking their leader, in hopes of gaining some much needed answers.

As the elevator opened, Ringmistress watched as One and Two escorted the redheaded prisoner in, both looking quite pissed off at their charge, Two still rubbing her forehead. Stepping out of the elevator, they stopped so the maids could strip off all but their hats and shoes, remembering the rule that no one except the Ringmistress was allowed to be clothed on her private floor.

While they undressed, the Ringmistress walked up to Claire, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She caressed the human girl's cheek as she spoke, "Now, what did you do to make them so angry, I wonder? Must've been pretty bad for them to look that mad."

One answered, "Mistress, she attacked Two. I punched her in the jaw for it. If I did wrong, please punish me." She then prostrated herself in front of her mistress, awaiting her verdict.

The Ringmistress clucked her tongue, inspecting Claire's jaw carefully. As she poked the injury, Claire involuntarily sucked in her breath through clenched teeth. The aquamarine haired hitheru responded, "She is in pain, but there's no real damage and no visible marks. You are forgiven."

One rose, her face beaming. "Oh, thank you Mistress!" Having undressed, she stood and waited for further orders, keeping quiet even though she wanted to gloat in Claire's face. Claire just stood there, also wisely holding her scathing comments to herself, knowing how punishing the Ringmistress could get.

Ringmistress let her hands wander down to Claire's chest, cupping her firm breasts, and asked, "So, my prodigal toy, will you tell me how you escaped from here?"

Claire nearly spat in her face, but thought the better of it, instead merely responding with a single word, "Never."

The seductive grey-blue face of the Ringmistress grew dark. Releasing her captive's breasts, she turned away, heading toward a table holding various instruments, sex toys, clamps, whips, and other devices Claire was unable to recognize. "Prep her."

One and Two grabbed Claire, dragging her to the centre of the room. They locked on wide leather cuffs to her wrists, and similar ones on her ankles. One secured the wrist cuffs to an overhead bar suspended by cables, drawing Claire's arms out and up, while Two locked cables from the floor to the girl's ankle cuffs, spreading her legs a good metre apart. Standing spread-eagle in the centre of the room, Claire thought it was over, when One picked up a remote and pushed a button, causing the hanging bar to raise up, stretching Claire's limbs. As all slack was drawn out, Claire grunted, then began whimpering softly as the bar kept on lifting her, until her toes were several centimetres from touching the ground, the ankle cables pulled taut. Finished, the nude maids headed over to the wall to await further instruction, standing straight with their feet shoulder-length apart and hands crossed behind their back at the wrists.

Now that Claire was immobile and hanging by her wrists, the Ringmistress turned around, brandishing a shiny, smooth vibrator. She turned it on, setting it to medium, then lightly caressed Claire's nipples with its tip. Unable to help herself, Claire moaned quietly at its touch, feeling her nipples harden up and stand erect from her breasts, now stretched and flattened by her position. Ringmistress slowly worked her way down, nestling the tip in the redhead's navel for a moment, before continuing further down, and tracing it around her pussy, keeping it from actually touching there.

Claire gasped as she felt her stomach tighten from the sensations arousing her. Her lower lips ached for contact with that device, but she wanted to pull away from its seductive vibrations. Even though she travelled with two other girls, Claire never had any real sexual relations with other women. Aki had tried to get her into it, usually at least once a week, but Claire almost always refused, the only exceptions being two very long trips. She had finally given in, letting Aki use her tongue to satisfy Claire's burning desires. That, of course, only fueled Aki's desires even more. And now, the Ringmistress was forcing these feelings and desires upon her.

The Ringmistress watched Claire closely, teasing her until she was sure that Claire was ready to burst, rubbing the vibrator all over her body but never touching her sex with it. After nearly twenty minutes, Claire was sweating, moaning through clenched teeth, and her pussy was dripping with desire, and she was hating every moment of it. The Ringmistress pressed the vibrator against Claire's bald mons, holding it there, as she asked again, "How did you escape?"

Claire didn't even look at her, concentrating too hard on not giving her the satisfaction of seeing her cum. "Go fuck yourself."

The Ringmistress laughed, and put the vibrator away, returning with a pair of clamps. Claire shuddered as she saw them, small black things with pointy silver teeth. As they were held up in front of her, Claire tried to pull away, ineffectual as the attempt was. The Ringmistress looked at her questioningly, "Sure you don't want to tell me? As One and Two can both attest to, these are very painful. You can save yourself if you just talk."

Claire shook her head, eyes never leaving the clamps. "No, I'll never talk, do your worst." She hoped the Ringmistress did not catch the tremor in her voice caused by fear of what was to come.

"Very well. Prepare yourself." The Ringmistress brought the clamps up to Claire's chest, and watched as they automatically opened, looking like they were hungry. When she placed them on the still-erect nubs, they bit down on their own, right at the base.

Claire screamed in pain, feeling like her nipples were being cut off, then screamed again as the clamps began to tighten and loosen, practically gnawing on her nipples. The sheer volume of pain killed her arousal dead, and left her almost considering talking. But she just could not do it. Not to the one who put her through so much. She could never give that sadistic bitch the satisfaction. And so, she endured the pain, forcing herself to adapt to the pain, making it become almost bearable.

The Ringmistress enjoyed seeing Claire like this, sweating, tightly bound, and in pain. It turned her on, and so she began to bite her lower lip, rubbing a breast through her corset with one hand and stroking her pussy through the thin fabric with her other, letting Claire watch. Disgusted at what she saw, Claire shut her eyes to instead focus on the pain, but images of the Ringmistress fondling herself to Claire's suffering appeared vividly in her mind's eye, refusing to let her escape the sight.

Claire jumped in her bonds, letting out a squeak as she suddenly found the Ringmistress's fingers stroking her sex now. She struggled to pull away, but those expert fingers remained in place, restoking the fires in her belly that had been doused by the clamps. This time, it took only a few minutes before she was once again on the edge of an orgasm, the Ringmistress's fingers deftly keeping her on edge, but not letting her cum.

"If you tell me, I'll give you an incredible orgasm, remove the clamps, and you and your companions will be given the nice, cushy shows to do. If not..." The Ringmistress held up a third clamp for Claire to see. "... This goes on your little clitty."

Claire began sobbing, knowing she could not tell her, but also knowing she could not take another of those horrible clamps, especially right on her most sensitive nub. Conflict raged within, the two unacceptable outcomes warring over which would ultimately be the better choice. And still the fingers inside her pussy stroked her sensitive flesh, dripping with her arousal. Ultimately, Claire had to decide. Slowly, deliberately, Claire shook her head, and deep inside she began to wonder if she chose to not answer because she perhaps enjoyed what was being done to her, even just a little. That seed of doubt had just barely begun to sprout, but it had taken root, and would remain for a long time.

As the Ringmistress's fingers pulled out of her pussy, Claire sobbed again, knowing the pain that was about to come. The clamp was brought up, and when it latched on to her swollen clit, Claire's world exploded. She tried to scream, but her lungs were frozen, the cry stillborn in her throat.

As Claire awoke, she found herself still hanging in an immobilizingly tight suspended spread-eagle, her nipples and clit engulfing her entire being with waves of blindingly hot pain. There was a voice, sounding quiet and distant. As her consciousness fought to get past the wall of white-hot fire, she strained to make out the words, but it was just too hard to focus, the excruciating assault upon her senses blocking her every attempt.

The Ringmistress had watched Claire go rigid, face locked in a cry of sheer agony, but no sound. After nearly half a minute, Claire had collapsed, unconscious. The Ringmistress was mildly concerned at that, but then, Claire was the first subject to experience one of those clamps on her clitoris. Just as she was about to order her minions to let the girl down, Claire gasped and began to blink, her head lifting from her chest. Her gaze was unfocused, like she was blind, and she was not responding to the Ringmistress's calls of her name, but at least she was conscious again. Giving Claire time to recover, the Ringmistress sent One off to get her a glass of champagne, while having Two get down on her hands and knees, to be a seat for her mistress. Taking the crystal flute from One's hand, she had One stand behind her, to be her back rest.

When Claire finally adjusted to the pain, her senses returned. The sight before her was a true sign of domineering decadence. Ringmistress was reclining on Two's back, her head nestled between One's breasts, sipping on champagne.

Ringmistress gave a seductive smile, licking her lips with anticipation. Standing, she took her mostly full flute and swirled it beneath Claire's nose, before bringing it back to her "chair". She stepped on Two's shoulders, forcing them to the ground. She then ordered One to sit on Two's back and spread the blonde's ass wide. Retrieving a hollow tube, the Ringmistress worked it into Two's available ass, and proceeded to pour the champagne in. After shaking the last drops into Two's ass, she pulled the tube free and handed the glass to One to put away, commanding, "Hold that in there. If you spill a single drop, I'll let Nine have you for a day to do whatever she wants, and you know how she wants revenge for what you did to her last week."

Two shuddered at the threat, clenching her sphincter down tight. Both nude maids then returned to their places at the wall while Ringmistress turned back to Claire. "I see you've returned to us. It was SO lonely here without you! Now, one more time. Tell me how you escaped."

"Fuck you."

"No, I think I'll fuck you instead. One, prepare our guest for a little game. Doggy style, I think. Two, go get my big probipod. And two blindfolds. This will be fun, at least for us!" Laughing, she stood there, watching as Claire was let down from her suspension.

One affixed a pair of bondage mittens over Claire's hands, tightening the straps over her current restraints, but not locking them on. The mittens were snug fitting, but had long straps dangling from the tips. Bending down, One freed Claire's left ankle from the cuff, pulled it up behind her, and used a strap to bind her ankle to her thigh, and then repeated the process on Claire's other leg before lowering her down to rest in a kneeling position with arms still overhead. She then grabbed the bar as she lowered it further, until it rested in line with her shoulders, making sure it descended behind Claire's head. Fastening a strap around each of Claire's bent arms, she secured them in position before releasing each wrist from the leather cuff. One then tightened the straps, buckling them on, before proceeding with securing the mitts and connecting their straps behind Claire's neck, pulling her hands taut. With that done, One shoved the rebound redhead forward, causing her to land on her elbows. She then grabbed the girl's hips and lifted them until Claire was in something of a doggy position, standing, as it were, upon her elbows and knees.

Two returned, holding a pair of wide blindfolds, each with multiple straps to secure them without chance of being dislodged, and a large, phallic shaped creature. On one end, it had a large sphere-shaped lump covered in pulsating nodules, its body extended out from there, appearing as a cross between penis, caterpillar, and snake. Down the length of its thick body were two rows of wriggling protrusions, almost like fat, rubbery legs too short for it to walk with, a short third row extending from the top part-way down its length, and the other end had a hard-looking head. The entire thing was well over half a metre long!

Upon seeing the wriggling thing in Two's hands, Claire shrieked and scurried backward, or at least attempted to. She managed about three steps before stumbling and collapsing on the ground, crying out in agony as she landed on the clamps.

The Ringmistress smiled at her reaction, picking up the probipod. She stroked its head, the thing leaning back into the petting much like a cat would. Ringmistress stepped toward Claire, and laughed as the bound girl scurried away as quickly as she could manage, ignoring the added pain of the clamps she set jostling about. "Don't you like my pet? He's very nice. Loves to play, just like I do. And, you'll get to know each other quite intimately at the end of the game." Ringmistress unhooked the thong from her corset, letting it fall to the floor, then lowered the fat creature between her legs and began inserting the bulbous end into her own vagina.

Claire could not believe her eyes, that woman was inserting something that was easily 8cm in diameter into herself, and so easily, too! It just slid right up inside her, going deep, though unbeknownst to Claire, the spherical part contracted to fit in more easily. About a third of its entire length disappeared inside, before the Ringmistress stopped. The rest curled out, somewhat resembling a huge, erect, alien penis, the top row of feelers pressing against her slit.

The probipod nestled in place, securing itself by inflating the nodules on its bulbous end, stretching the vaginal walls further, and using the rubbery feelers to angle down, towards the entrance, bracing itself in place. Ringmistress moaned as it secured itself inside her, the body of the creature ready to transmit sensory information to its host using those feelers and nodules.

Pulling her breasts free of the corset, Ringmistress began rubbing her nipples as she explained the game. "The game goes as follows: One and Two wear the blindfolds, and Claire gets ready to run. She has to avoid being caught by the maids, because once she is, she gets to be fucked by my little pet." Her right hand lowered, stroking the probipod almost as though it was her own dick. "If One catches her, Claire takes it in her pussy, while if Two grabs her, she gets it in the ass. Maids, you will stand by the elevator doors when you put on your blindfolds. Once both of you are ready, there will be a ten-second count before you go searching. In the meantime, Claire, you should get in some practice moving around like that. You don't want to get caught too quickly now. Ready? Go!"

One and Two ran to the doors, securing their blindfolds as quickly as possible, while Claire panicked, looking for a place to hide. Ringmistress counted down from ten, stroking her symbiote penis in time to the count. At zero, One and Two stumbled about the room, hands outstretched, searching, while Claire hobbled about as quietly as possible, trying to keep away from the Ringmistress and her pet as much as avoiding the blindfolded maids. Her tender nubs were in constant agony, aggravated further by the jostling of the clamps with every clumsy step. But still she choked back the cries of pain, determined to keep that horrifying thing out of her holes.

Ringmistress watched, amused as Claire would make it a fair distance, stop and try to keep quiet until one of the maids got too close, then scampered off again, while the maids waved their arms about, wandering randomly about the room, Two noticeably staggering, likely due to the champagne enema she was holding inside. The most intriguing part of it all was that One and Two never talked and yet always avoided getting in each other's way, almost as if they could sense where the other was. It was not due to any other noise they were making, either, because both attempted to remain as quiet as possible, hoping to hear their prey give herself away.

The hunt continued for several minutes, each moment adding to the Ringmistress's horniness. Finally, One sprinted forward a few steps, panicking Claire into a scramble to get away. Both maids heard her little scramble, and they quickly homed in on her position. One touched Claire first, but as she lunged forward to grab her, Claire threw herself backwards, once again landing on the clamps. One ran headlong into the wall, collapsing with a groan, while Two spun about, hearing Claire's whimper of pain. Claire tried to roll away, but her bound arms got in the way, and Two grabbed her, quickly dropping on top of Claire, pinning the bound girl easily.

Ringmistress applauded, "A good game! You lasted much longer than I thought possible, my little Claire! But now it's time for your punishment. Maids! Take off those blindfolds and secure her for me!"

Both maids obeyed, Two sitting on top of Claire to keep her from escaping. They dragged the struggling, screaming girl back to the middle of the room, where they used straps and cables to immobilize her still-bound limbs in a doggy-style position. A collar was also locked about her throat, chain connected to an anchoring loop in the floor. Unable to move, Claire sobbed, knowing what was to come.

The probipod wriggled with anticipation, secreting a lubricating slime, as the Ringmistress stripped off her corset and positioned herself behind Claire. She asked one more time, "Will you tell me how you managed to escape from here?"

Claire, overwhelmed with fear, hatred, humiliation, and pain, screamed, "Fuck you, you sadistic bitch!"

One jumped forward, slapping her hand over Claire's mouth, cutting off the tirade before it could continue. Two turned to retrieve a gag, but the Ringmistress stopped her, and suggested, "Go get a nice pet for One, with a ring gag. She can fuck that dirty mouth to keep it quiet." Claire's eyes bugged at the thought of having another one of those things in her mouth. Two complied, staggering a little as she obeyed. Ringmistress added, "Oh, and Two? I think you're a little tipsy. I don't want you spilling your drink, so get a nice, big plug, and use it, okay?"

Two sighed, but said nothing as she obeyed. When she brought One a nice adolescent probipod, she made sure her mistress could see the end of the third-largest plug from the display sticking out of her ass. She took over the task of ring gagging Claire, while One took the symbiote from her. Seating the smaller creature inside her pussy, One moaned as it made its empathic connections. Now grinning, One brought the tip up to Claire's mouth, grabbed the redhead's head, forcing her to keep still, and pushed in.

Claire thrashed about in her bonds, fighting against the hands holding her head, trying, desperately, to get the invading worm-thing out of her mouth. She nearly fainted when its feelers grabbed on to her tongue, forcing her to lick its underside. Though it did not actually taste bad, she still could not accept that she was going to be sucking on this thing sticking out of One's sex.

Now that Claire had been silenced, the Ringmistress grabbed the girl's hips, and thrust hard, the probipod guiding itself into Claire's ass. Claire screamed around the younger one in her mouth as her ass was stretched wide, the symbiotic strap-on ramming in deep, its feelers lashing about. Claire spasmed, unable to contain the feelings of violation and revulsion that now surged through her. Her anus was stretched wide, slick with cold slime, and a disgusting creature was thrashing around inside both ends, their body and feelers working to ensure that Claire was violated like she had never been before. She even managed to forget about the clamps still gnawing away on her nipples and clit.

Then the thrusting began. Claire took it from both ends at once, the symbiote in her mouth keeping her protests incoherent, while the probipod in her rear added to her reason to protest. Ringmstress and One relished their violation of Claire, loving every strangled complaint, every cry of protest, every ineffectual struggle to get free. Through the empathic link with her symbiote, Ringmistress ensured that the anal assault was as traumatic as possible.

Claire would not disagree. A fat, slimy, squirming bug-like creature was being thrust in and out of her rear, its rubbery feelers stretching her wider, rubbing against the walls of her back passage, ensuring that she felt its every movement, even when the thrusts paused occasionally. The only thing that could make it any worse would be if the thing laid eggs in her, too, and that, she hoped, was not possible.

After a few minutes, the Ringmistress started thrusting faster and faster, culminating with the deepest thrust she could manage, screaming, the sensations transmitted empathically from the probipod coupled with her love of Claire's suffering bringing her to a tremendous, explosive orgasm. As she came, the probipod squirted a thick, sticky goo deep into Claire's bowels, humiliating and grossing her out even more. One quickly followed behind, and Claire found herself having to swallow mouthfuls of that very same goo, but thankfully, the young probipod in her mouth was deep inside, and she was able to avoid tasting it.

Once the Ringmistress recovered, she remained crotch-to-ass with Claire, leaned over, and whispered in Claire's ear, "Was that as good for you as it was for me? Now, we can keep going, and you get to learn the special trick I taught my pet, or you can just give me the information, and we end this here and now. You get a nice, warm enema to clean that goop out, a hot shower, and I let you pick your sessions for the next week. So, which is it?"

One pulled her living phallus out of Claire's mouth, hands still gripping her head, while Two removed the ring gag. Claire coughed, spitting out saliva, before answering, "You've already gone this far, what's a little bit more?" Her voice was raw, and she was ready to give in, but she could not believe that her situation could get any worse, so she would endure.

With a sigh, Ringmistress waved for One to continue, then began fucking the stubborn girl's ass again. The special trick she had referred to involved the probipod's feelers. They lengthened and hardened, increasing Claire's discomfort, and the body twisted and curled about, the churning bringing fresh tears to Claire's eyes. But still she would not give in.

Three more times, the Ringmistress orgasmed then questioned Claire, and three more times Claire refused. She even switched to fucking Claire's vagina with the mature probipod halfway through, but Claire was already so overwhelmed from the anal penetration, that she was almost thankful for the switch to a more normal violation of her body. It was still a horrifying experience, but it was not as bad in her mind. Though she was thoroughly stimulated by the probipod, her fear of it meant she did not become sexually aroused.

Finally having had enough, the Ringmistress pulled out. She looked at her minions, and said, "Take her away. Get her cleaned up, and treated. I have something else in mind for her, but I need her in top condition for it. I'll send Seven to retrieve her when I'm ready."

One and Two both jumped to attention, saying, "Yes, mistress." They got dressed in their latex maids' outfits, One removing the young probipod, and freed Claire's legs. Next came the removal of the clamps, which drew fresh, ragged screams from her sore throat. After that, they escorted the captive down to the slave prepping floor. Once there, Claire was bent over a bench, and a nozzle was worked into her rear. She was about to complain, but saw the look in Two's eyes, and swallowed the words instead. She howled as she received a hot water enema, her rear worn raw and tender by the long fucking it received, making the heat more painful.

Just as the pressure was starting to cause cramps in Claire's bowels, the flow ended. She heard One say, "Don't you dare let any out, or we'll beat your ass red, then give you a bigger, hotter one!" One yanked the nozzle from Claire's anus, but to her disappointment, Claire managed to clench right down, keeping it all in. Two, not missing the opportunity to add to Claire's torment, worked the large plug out of her own ass, and shoved it right into Claire's, saying, "Don't want you spilling it now. And don't worry, we get enemas twice daily to stay nice and clean for anyone. Not that a hitheru needs it, but Mistress demands it of us. Now, I'm going to go relieve myself. I'll join you two in the showers."

One took Claire over to the showers, and began to give her a good, thorough scrub-down, not bothering to undress, as water would not ruin her latex uniform. Two joined them shortly thereafter, a look of peace upon her face. Claire just took their groping and fondling in the shower stoically, too exhausted to even think of putting up a fight, even when they toyed with her throbbing nubs.

After the shower, Claire asked if she could let out the enema. One responded, "Sure you can let it out, after you use that mouth of yours to make us both cum." Claire whimpered, but got down on her knees and brought her mouth up to One's pussy. She had given blowjobs to a couple of guys before, but was still inexperienced at eating out another woman. What she lacked in technique, though, she made up for with motivated effort, and quickly had One panting.

As One came, she grabbed Claire's head and pressed it right up against her crotch, her juices filling Claire's mouth. Claire had to swallow it down, or risk choking, with her face trapped like that. Two took over as soon as One let go, and rode Claire's face to her own orgasm.

Both having been satisfied, Claire, her face wet with their moisture, asked again to relieve her aching guts. Two relented, satisfied from the oral sex she just received, and bent Claire over a toilet seat, working the plug out of her ass. Claire groaned with relief as she emptied her bowels, the water taking all the sticky goop and slime with it. That over with, One brought up the penis gag Claire had worn when the whole day began, reapplying it despite Claire's pleadings. That done, the pair readjusted her arm bondage, replacing it with a simple strap binding her wrists behind her back.

The maids led their captive over to a pool, filled with a gel-like fluid. At the edge, Claire balked, unsure of what it was and not wanting to find out. The maids just sighed, bound her legs in a tight frog-tie, each leg separately bound ankle to thigh, and dumped her squirming form in. Claire found it actually somewhat pleasant, completely unlike what she was expecting, given her current escort.

Just as she was getting used to it, One leaned down and talked to the pool, saying, "Can you heal her up? Her throat and fuck holes are in particular need, so focus there, okay? Yeah, I love you too. Kisses!" Claire jumped with a shriek as the gel oozed its way into her rectum and vagina, and worked its way up her throat, stopping at her jaw line. One looked over, amused, and said, "Oh yeah, you weren't here when this was installed. Our little buddy here is a gentle thing. He feeds off of the pain and injuries of others, a strange byproduct of the feeding being that you heal very quickly. He can't stop you from drowning in him, though, so I'd advise against sinking in any further. We've got other work to attend to, so we'll send someone else to pull you out in about an hour. Enjoy!"

Claire watched them leave, a feeling of safety washing over her. After they left, she realized they weren't kidding, her body was already feeling much better. Sighing in relative comfort, Claire leaned back and enjoyed the relaxing break she was being given.

An hour later, Claire's eyes snapped open again as she was lifted from the gel pool. She was spun about, coming face-to-face with a lamia, whose outfit was labeled with the number 7. She had short, purple hair, pink eyes, a very large bosom, far bigger than her top was designed to hold, and a long, red patterned snake's tail emerged from the skirt instead of legs. Seven also had incredible strength, holding Claire in midair with no real effort. She stared into Claire's eyes, and hissed, "Time'ssss up. Misssstressss wantssss to ssssee you." She wrapped the end of her long tail around Claire's torso, and gave her breasts a grope, before heading off to the elevator...


Chapter 2 - The Bob Show (added: 09/27/2009)

"Last chance! Tell me how you escaped!"

Claire just stared at the Ringmistress, smiling, even though she was bound and naked, legs frog-tied and arms behind her back. Sighing, the Ringmistress waved her hand, summoning Seven, a lamia dressed in a skimpy latex french maid outfit. Her enormous breasts practically spilled out of her top, red patterned snake's tail emerging from the tiny skirt instead of legs, and a little french maid's hat perched atop her short purple hair with the number 7 emblazoned upon it. Seven wrapped her tail around Claire, and brought her up to apply the gag she was holding, pink eyes sparkling with glee. Claire tried to resist, but Seven was by far the stronger, easily wresting the redhead's jaw open to accept the inflatable gag. Once locked on, she pressed the button on a remote control, pumping up the gag for added effect, inflating it until the space girl howled, proving how well the gag was working.

The Ringmistress reached up, pinching one of Claire's nipples between her nails, twisting it about. As Claire writhed about, the seafoam-haired hitheru leaned in, talking softly, "Fine, you won't talk? I know that oriental bitch would rather die than tell me anything, and your pink-haired pet won't do anything without your say-so, so you will all be disciplined until you tell me how you did it. Oh, and in case you're wondering, my benefactor was looking to add you to his collection when you disappeared. So he took Four from me! I had to train a whole new Four because of you!"

Claire's venomous gaze told the Ringmistress everything she needed. With a nod, she said, "Take her to Bob for, let's say, a good six-hour session. That should wear her down! Oh, and make sure it's well documented, I don't want to miss a thing." Seven bowed before her mistress, administered a needle full of potent aphrodisiac to Claire's neck, then slithered off, still carrying her cargo in the wraps of her tail.

At the show room, Seven placed Claire on the floor, in front of what looked like a pillar of stone. The pillar was about 1.5m wide at the base, and just as tall. It narrowed to just under a metre wide half way up, then widened out at the top, to roughly 1.2m. Claire looked at it in confusion, having never seen its like before. While she was occupied with curiosity, the serpentine maid circled the room, activating the cameras. Once complete, Seven hissed, "Fun time, Bob! Sssixss hoursss to play today!" She then grabbed Claire's head, deflated the gag, and activated another function on the remote, causing it to open up into a ring gag, and slithered out of the room, laughing, the disturbing sound unnerving Claire more than her current situation did.

The burgundy pillar started to spread open, long greenish tentacles curling out from the inner edge. Claire moaned in dread of what she knew was coming, trying vainly to squirm away, but the tentacles lashed out with incredible speed and accuracy, grappling her body and lifting her in the air overhead. The tentacles wrapped themselves around her bent legs, around her waist, and even looped about her neck, gripping tightly, but careful to not injure her. Above the beast, Claire was able to look inside. The inner walls were slick and covered in writhing nodules, and at the bottom, four slime-slick tentacles which were, thankfully, not moving.

As a pair of tentacles ensnared the base of her breasts, Claire heard an electronic voice speak, "SOFT. SQUISHY. FUN. MAKE YOU MINE." Claire groaned into her gag as her breasts were squeezed, puzzled at the voice. Surely the Ringmistress set up an automated voice to mess with her mind! As the tips of the tentacles encircling her aching orbs rose in front of her face, Claire quickly forgot about the voice, watching both tips split open into three sections, the interiors lined with tiny suction cups, and a needle-like tongue emerging from what appeared to be the tentacles' throats. The tentacle 'mouths' then shot down, wrapping over her breasts, centered directly upon her nipples. A scream ripped forth from her pried-open mouth as her breasts, and especially her nipples, were suddenly sucked on, and crushed at the same time by the mouths.

As she recovered from the sensory overload in her chest, she screamed again as she felt tiny sharp teeth latch onto her nipples from all sides, and the tongues pushing against the very tips, the painful sensation far worse than ordinary nipple clamps. The robotic voice returned, "NICE AND LOUD. WILL ENJOY MUCH." The tentacles began kneading her breasts, nipples trapped and pulled. Pleasure and pain surged over Claire, her moans filling the room, her eyes squeezed shut.

Already, bound and molested, Claire found herself getting quite aroused, but could not understand why. The aphrodisiac she was given was a particularly potent one, with one special side-effect which made it perfect for the Ringmistress's needs; anyone under its influence would not realize they were being affected by a drug, that the arousal they experienced was artificially induced. While the side-effect did not work on everyone, it did work on Claire, leaving her believing that she was being turned on just by being bound and assaulted by Bob's slimy tentacles.

One of the tentacles from inside stirred, surging up toward its prey. Claire was twisted about in the air, legs spread apart and now facing the ceiling, as the new tentacle lunged forward, burying itself deep inside her moist pussy. Claire's eyes snapped open, another scream erupting from her open mouth, as the invading tentacle stretched her wide, burrowing deep inside. After discovering how deeply it could go without injuring her, the tentacle began to withdraw, pulling out until just its tip remained between the folds of her sex, before lunging in exactly as deep as before, then repeating the action, slowly out, quickly in. Claire grunted with each thrust, squirming in her bonds, unsure whether she wanted to get free or to grab the thing between her legs and speed it up.

"TIGHT. SOFT. MUST HAVE MORE." Claire was once again trying to puzzle out the source of that voice, when she felt something press against her back hole. Clenching her ass tight, she tried to keep it out, but the tentacle was far stronger, its slimy surface easily lubricating the way as it worked itself inside her anus. Claire struggled harder, wanting to pull it out, but instead she remained bound while it buried itself deeper and deeper inside. While she was sure this one was thicker than the first, and that it had to have gone much deeper, the reality was both were 5cm in girth. She was correct in that the second did go in much farther before it started its way back out, until only its tip kept her ring stretched, and repeated the pattern.

Her breasts throbbing, nipples tortured, and both lower orifices being tentacle fucked, Claire thought it couldn't get any worse. She was wrong. More tentacles from the lip of the beast rose up, wrapping around her forearms and ankles. They began to pull, hard. Claire cried out in pain as the tentacles attempted to break her bonds. Just when she was sure that her bones would break, the straps snapped, her limbs suddenly pulled out wide in a spread eagle. She could hear the emotionless voice return, "MUCH BETTER. CAN PLAY BETTER NOW. LOTS OF FUN."

Claire was repositioned, angling forward, with the tentacle about her neck bending her head to look down, so she could see the third tentacle from its base rise up and head straight for her mouth! Panicking, Claire began to scream again, but it was cut off as the tentacle entered her unobstructed mouth. She almost retched, as she tasted its slimy surface, then began choking as it pushed in deeper, filling her throat. Her body spasmed, trying to remove the obstruction so she could breathe once again, but it remained in place, like it was trying to choke her. She did try to bite down, but the ring between her teeth was far too tough for her, preventing her from injuring the tentacle. As her vision began to fade, the foul-tasting thing in her mouth pulled out until just her mouth was filled, allowing her to breathe again, if only through her nose. After she recovered, it began to slowly pump her mouth and throat, forcing her to time her breathing to match its pace. Claire writhed in the grasp of the tentacles as she was fucked in three places, each moving at a different pace and depth, keeping her unfocused.

After nearly twenty minutes of having three tentacles forcing themselves inside her, another tentacle rose up from the edge. This one also split into a three-section "mouth", but it headed for Claire's crotch, centering itself upon her engorged clit, two of its suction cup-filled flaps covering over her lower lips, the third heading up over her hairless mons. As it began to suck, Claire's eyes snapped open again, and she tried to scream around the fleshy pseudopod in her mouth and throat. Her clit received the same harsh treatment as her nipples, causing Claire to thrash wildly in her bindings, while the suckers on her pussy lips and mons felt like dozens of sucking lovers' kisses were applied all at once.

Just then, two heads peeked into the room, one a pale blonde hitheru with the number 2 on her maid's hat, the other a bit gagged blonde with dark feathered wings. Claire didn't even notice, as her eyes were clenched shut, her first explosive orgasm wracking her body, screams ripped from her chest. As she spasmed in the tentacle-bondage, the three filling her sped up, growing just a little thicker as well. Just as she came down from that first, giant orgasm, she was driven to a second, as powerful as the first, just seconds later, fueled by the aphrodisiac. The hitheru chatted with the other girl for a moment, out of earshot of Claire, before both disappeared.

While Claire recovered from her orgasmic bliss, the computerized voice came on again, "MY TURN NOW. FEEL GOOD." Claire wondered for just a moment what it was referring to, when all three slimy tentacles suddenly surged and grew inside her, an instant before they began spewing a white slime, eerily similar to jism, inside of her. Claire's eyes bulged out, as she was forced to drink down the horrid-tasting fluid filling her mouth, the tentacle too thick to let it spill out of her ring gagged lips. It leaked out of her vagina, and filled her bowels as well. On and on, it poured into her, and just as she thought she couldn't take any more, it stopped. Then the tentacles went right back to fucking her again. She'd only been there for an hour...

Some time later, Claire found herself being lowered down, out of the air. She was just grateful for a shift in position, as her limbs were beginning to get very sore. During the descent, another orgasm crashed over her, leaving her blissfully unaware to the fact that the creature had begun widening, to bring her inside. The drug in her system had taken full effect by now, leaving her desiring, craving every pleasure-filled moment, causing her to suck on the shaft in her mouth, to try and squeeze down on the ones between her legs, milking them. But deep in her mind, she screamed at herself, hating everything she was doing, everything she enjoyed, but unable to do anything to stop it.

With her body disappearing inside, the cameras automatically adjusted to record what was would occur inside, to keep the show interesting. As Claire's senses returned after cumming, she found herself trapped in a vertical position with her arms behind her and her legs spread apart, straddling the base of the slime-spewing tentacles, with only her head free of the interior, and the walls of the pillar-shaped body were contracting inward. Within seconds, her whole body was engulfed, and being massaged by the tiny nodules coating the inner walls. The sheer pleasure of the feeling overwhelmed her growing feelings of revulsion at what was being done to her, and she shuddered to yet another explosive orgasm, cumming hard inside her prison.

While lost in orgsmic bliss, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew as another pair slid the gag off her head, then pushed its way back inside. With the gag gone, Claire could now really suck on the phallic flesh buried in her mouth. As she came down from the orgasmic high, Claire began to realize that her continued orgasms were getting a bit painful. Even the aphrodisiac could not dull the pain of sexual over-stimulation, and there was much more to come. She was now covered in slime, filled with lots more in all three holes, tentacles using her still. The pleasure was being replaced with pain, but she had no choice in the matter. And still, the beast showed no signs of letting up.

Another hour passed before Claire found herself airborne once again. Still assaulted by the tentacles, she was unable to stop herself from cumming again and again, no matter how much it hurt. She had managed to dislodge the tentacle in her mouth for a moment, but was rewarded with her head being coated with its slimy goo, before working its way back in. On the upside, Bob changed her position often enough that it prevented her muscles from cramping, but compared to the raw pain in her pussy and ass from the continuous assault, it was small comfort. And she was only halfway through her ordeal...

By the end of her fourth hour, Claire was coated from head to toe in white slime, her belly beginning to swell from so much being pumped into her mouth and ass. She should have been suffering from cramping in her bowels from the fluids filling her, but she didn't notice, having long since been driven incoherent from the sheer volume of orgasms. There was no struggling, no resistance, just a limp body bound in tentacles, suffering from sensory overload. And still, the tentacles drove on.

Right about then, One and Two decided to stick their grey-blue noses in. One smirked at Claire's predicament, "So, hon, you didn't want to talk? Bad move on your part. You've still got another two hours in here today. And Bob here hasn't even done his worst yet. But Two and I are about to fix that, right now."

Two piped right up, "Yep, 'cause we wanna help our mistress, and 'cause we really don't like you, but you already knew that, right? See, last time Bob got a girl for this long, we made sure she got his special work. He don't do it to all the girls, but I think you'll really like it. Those tongue-needles of his? Feel them poking your tender little nips? They can push right in, and inject a nice little venom. Causes swelling and increased sensitivity. In this case, it'll be your titties what swell up, making 'em nice and big. 'Course, they don't stay that way, 'less you get it every day for about a week.

"Remember Nine? That cute crimson-haired kitty girl? Remember her big, bouncy boobs? Bob did that. I don't like my kitties with teeny titties, so I got Bob to work on her for ten days. She went from nearly flat to lovely large. And they're permanent. You're gonna get a taste of that, right now." Two stepped up to Bob's base, joining One, who was already there, rubbing the rocky burgundy exterior. Together, both girls rubbed away, whispering to Bob to "do your little needle trick". The voice came on again, "NEEDLE TRICK. OKAY. FOR YOU." With that, Claire suddenly sprang to life, as her nipples suddenly screamed with pain, the needle-tongues that had been merely poking them now piercing into them.

One and Two looked up, admiring Claire's pained struggles. One decided to solve the riddle for Claire, "That voice you've been hearing? That's Bob. His real voice is far too high a frequency for anyone to hear, so a translator computer was hooked up. Old tech, I know, but for him, it works." With that said, both maids headed out of the room, not wanting to stick around, in case the Ringmistress caught them slacking off, and just in case Bob decided to get a little carried away.

Claire screamed on and on, her breasts throbbing like they were on fire. A tiny part of her mind was thankful that her clit was spared this treatment, at least, while a second, tiny part wondered if she'd look better with bigger breasts. But the grand majority of her mind overwhelmed those two voices with the need for the pain to end.

Once the needles were seated deep within Claire's abused breasts, they began to pump the venom, causing a near-instantaneous swelling. Over the next several minutes, Claire's breasts grew bigger and bigger, and every nerve ending in them becoming highly sensitized, especially around her tortured nipples. Claire thrashed about in the fleshy bindings, screaming at the top of her lungs, her chest feeling like it was on fire. Unfortunately for her, the struggles and screams only aroused Bob once again. He picked up his pace, hammering her raw holes harder and faster than ever before. Even with the searing pain in her breasts, Claire quickly built towards yet another orgasm, her mind unable to grasp how her body could still find a way to take pleasure in the midst of all the torture she was suffering.

As she came, Bob flooded all her holes with his milky fluids yet again, and squeezed her now huge mammaries with incredible force, the combined sensations causing Claire to pass out. Finally, she escaped the torment, pain, and humiliation. But it did not last very long. When Claire awoke once again, she found herself still bound, suspended, and penetrated by the tentacles. The agonizing pain in her chest had subsided to a dull ache, compounded only by the original torments of having their bases enwrapped and the tentacle-mouths gripping and sucking away. The needles had withdrawn, leaving her nipples throbbing and hyper-sensitive, stimulated further by the suckling and pointed teeth gripping them, but it was far more tolerable than what she had just suffered through.

Realizing that she was still stuck in the nightmare, Claire began to cry silently. Her despair peaked when she discovered that her body was building toward orgasm yet again. Through all the abuse and pain she'd suffered, she was still being turned on by it all, and that was the worst part of it all, in her mind. And as she came, her mind shut down, running on automatic through the rest of the fucking and molestation delivered by Bob, the tentacle monster.

Two hours later, Seven returned to retrieve Claire. The red-headed girl was unconscious, still wrapped up in the tentacles, still being violated in all three holes. Seven gently stroked the tentacles, on at a time, coaxing them to release the poor girl. As she took down Claire's slime-covered body, Seven marveled at how the girl's breasts had grown to nearly triple their original size. She knew that they would return to normal over the next couple of days, so long as she stayed out of Bob's clutches, but that would be entirely up to the Ringmistress to decide...


Chapter 3 - Space Girl Claire and the Return of the Masked Bastards (added: 10/31/2009)

Leena could not believe her eyes! Claire had been ravaged by tentacles, and loved it! She felt sure it was a lie, but there was no reason for the Ringmistress to doctor a peep film just to make Claire look slutty. No, there had to be some explanation, if she could just see Claire and see that she was not sporting giant boobs, that would prove it! Now, if only she could break free of the metal restraints holding her in a tight spread-eagle against the wall, and get that damned gag out!

Aki, on the other hand, was terribly turned on at the site of her mistress having such an orgasmically wonderful time, absent-mindedly sucking on the penis gag in her mouth. She just wished she could have shared the experience with her! And now, Claire had nice, huge breasts, while Aki was still tiny (in her own mind, at least). It just wasn't fair! She should be the one with the big rack, to use for Claire's pleasure! She could use Aki's enlarged breasts for pillows, or for stress relief, or get massaged with them, or... Plus, Claire could really use Aki's tongue to clean her up right now. If only she didn't have her hands bound in a strict reverse-prayer, and wasn't locked in the small cage forcing her on her knees.

As she slithered down the corridor, Seven wished she had time to take advantage of the comatose girl in her arms. She wanted to fondle those breasts, swollen to nearly as big as her own, to lick her pussy until she screamed, to have her lick back. She wanted to tease and torment that lovely, jizz-slick body, to drive her mad with desire and then sate it until she went mad again. But there was no time. The redhead needed to be set up before she awoke.

Entering the room where Aki and Leena were being held, Seven lay Claire down on a table in the middle of the room. She paused to study Claire's companions for just a moment. Leena, the mercenary, was an asian beauty, yellow-bronze skin, dark eyes, and black hair, toned body, and handful-sized breasts. The large ballgag strapped in her mouth kept her wicked tongue silent, and the metal restraints pinning her to the wall were more than ample at countering the woman's deceptively incredible strength, far greater than what her gymnast's build would indicate. Aki, on the other hand, was quite nearly Leena's opposite. She was a pink-haired hitheru, sporting her race's blue-grey skin, as well as puppy-dog eyes, slightly smaller but perkier breasts than Leena, and a slender, youthful body. As Seven returned to the task of binding the girls' redheaded leader in a spread-eagle on the table, Leena mmphed into her gag, while Aki giggled into hers and bounced about in the cage.

Leena's eyes bugged out at seeing Claire's body covered in white tentacle slime, and her enormous chest. The video was real! Her captain was a tentacle-sucking slut! Oh, how she wanted to yell and scream at her, to tell her off for always getting them in these situations, and she secretly loved every second of it! Leena's contempt for her captain had suddenly pushed her over the edge, and she needed to vent, but with her still gagged and Claire still unconscious, she would have to wait.

Aki wanted to rush over and hug Claire! She had to go clean her off, free her and love her, and get her to love back. Seeing Claire so vulnerable was hard on Aki. She had to go and protect her mistress.

Seven finished securing the captive, but felt the need to add one more thing, a good gag. And she knew just the one. Retrieving it, she strapped the double-dildo gag on to Claire, the short end sliding into her mouth, the long one sticking out for use. With that complete, Seven slithered over to Leena. She studied the asian girl, smiling as she saw the defiant look, and decided there was not enough hate. To remedy this, Seven produced a pair of nipple clamps, the same kind that Claire had endured earlier that day, black body, sharp-looking silver teeth, and the chewing action once applied. Seven's long tongue flicked out, teasing Leena's bronze nipples until they were nice and hard, ignoring the warrior's muffled cries of rage. Once both were ready, the lamia attached both clamps simultaneously, changing Leena's gagged cries into a high-pitched shriek of pain. As a parting gift, she removed the gag, then moved on to the room's final occupant.

Suddenly frightened, Aki tried to squirm to the back of her tiny cage, but there was no room for her to move. Seven reached down, picked up the entire cage with a single hand, and opened the door with her other. Aki squeaked as she was removed, the cage tossed to a corner. Seven licked the hitheru's face, then took out her gag, before setting her on the floor. Aki shivered, awaiting a torturous assault that never came. Looking up, she instead saw the lamia slither out of the room, sealing the door behind her. Realizing she had been freed, with the exception of her gloved hands locked to the back of her collar, Aki's first impulse was to rush over to Claire.

"Claire! Claire! Are you okay? Please be okay! I need you!" Claire awoke to the sound of Aki's sing-song voice. The last thing she remembered was green tentacles, and lots of sex. Oh, and tremendous pain in her nipples. Opening her eyes, she discovered that she was once again bound and gagged, still naked. This time, the tentacles were gone, and she was laying on her back. To her right, Aki was bouncing up and down, deliriously happy that Claire had woken up, while to her left, Leena was bound to the wall, a look of pain on her face, likely caused by the clamps which Claire still remembered keenly. Both of them were also naked.

Seeing that Claire was awake and apparently unharmed, Aki struggled in her bonds for a moment, trying to hug her. When she gave up on that, she instead leaned in and kissed Claire along the panel covering her mouth. Claire gave a startled look at that, but Aki was already looking at her huge breasts, and missed the look. They looked so big and inviting, white alien cum still glistening. Aki whispered to no one in particular, "So big, like a pair of big, squooshy melons. Just a taste, that's all I want..." She leaned in, and began to lick them, slowly, savoring the flavor, swallowing up all the thick, sticky fluid.

Now it was Claire's turn to disbelieve. Here was Aki, able to go call for help, or help free her, but instead she was licking her breasts! And just how huge those breasts were! Claire noticed them for the first time right then. Each one was nearly as big as her head! Why were they so huge! Was it due to that incredible pain she felt before? Was she stuck with them like this, or would they eventually return to normal? And why was Aki's tongue getting her so aroused? Sensitivity! Her breasts had become incredibly sensitive, probably directly linked to whatever had made them grow.

As the pain became more manageable, Leena focused her gaze back to the table. Unbelievable, Claire was awake, and Aki was playing with her! They were both useless sluts, but Aki was at least open about it! Her fury washing away the pain, Leena started shouting, "You stupid bimbo! You cow, how could you do that? Sucking on tentacles, fucking them! You're such a whore! I bet you got us deliberately caught, just so you could be tied up and used as a fuck toy! You stupid bitch! Why'd you have to drag me down with you? You couldn't just go bang some hot guy, you had to get us all caught in your sick, twisted fantasies! I'll make you pay for this!"

Claire just stared at Leena, unable to believe that her friend was saying this, calling her such degrading names! It's not like she wanted to get caught! Things like this just keep happening, and it wasn't her fault! Unable to take the verbal abuse being hurled her way, Claire shut her eyes, and began to cry silently.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, Aki took a while to realize her mistress was being insulted. When she finally began to listen to what was being said, Aki started getting mad. Leena wasn't allowed to say such things, especially about her Claire! She had to shut her up, but how was she going to do that? Still licking away, she nearly choked on a mouthful of the tentacle monster's slimy fluid. That's when the idea struck her! Finding a particularly thick pool in Claire's navel, Aki sucked it up, along with as much of the surrounding goo as she could manage. She then approached Leena. As Leena stopped to regard Aki, that was when she struck! Locking her lips over Leena's, she spewed the entire mouthful into Leena's, catching the mercenary completely by surprise!

Gagging on the sticky white goop being forced in her mouth, Leena had to swallow it or risk choking. It tasted absolutely horrid, making her want to vomit. As Aki pulled away, she stared in Leena's eyes, anger blazing, and threatened, "If you say anything else bad about my precious Claire, I will do something horrible to you. Now shut up before I make you." Taken aback by Aki's for once serious demeanor, Leena's prepared torrent of fresh insults died in her chest.

Also amazed at the exchange, Claire wondered what was happening. My precious Claire? Did Aki really think of her like that? Well, Aki was cleaning her up, being very gentle and loving with her tongue. Caressing her body with it, lingering around her nipples, and appearing to enjoy every second of it. Well, hitheru are supposed to be bisexual, so Claire wasn't too surprised at the sexual attraction, but that Aki apparently thought of Claire as her property, that was what rattled her cage.

Returning to Claire's bound body, Aki smiled and began cleaning off Claire's huge left globe. With Leena silent and Claire unable to object, Aki returned once again to living out her deepest fantasies. The taste of the goo was somehow rendered delicious in her mind, because it was being eaten off of Claire's naked body. Soon, both girls were getting very wet between their legs. Hearing the moans of pleasure from her mistress served to heighten Aki's own horniness, causing her to work even harder to clean off and please her Claire.

As Aki's mouth finished cleaning her left breast and began slurping up the valley in between, Claire began panting into her gag, chest heaving with each breath. Each pass of that tongue on her sensitive skin brought Claire closer and closer to the edge. When Aki leaned right over and began to suck on Claire's right nipple, Claire exploded in orgasmic bliss. Screaming into her gag, her whole body shook, straining against the bonds as she came over and over in one massive orgasm. The whole thing lasted nearly a minute, then Claire collapsed, spent. Aki, of course, did not stop, continuing instead with cleaning Claire's entire body.

Three more times, Claire had cum at the sensual caresses of Aki's skilled tongue, and her crotch was still untouched, Aki having saved it for last. Having cleaned up every other part of Claire's body that she could reach, Aki finally turned her attention to her mistress's now soaked pussy. She worked particularly skillfully there, attempting to give Claire as many orgasms as she could.

In between orgasms, Claire really wondered what was going on. Was she a bisexual, deep down? She'd never really been with another woman before, but Aki made her feel so good. She'd always believed she was straight, the idea of having sex with women repulsed her. But now, here she was, cumming like crazy, and at the hands of a female. Perhaps she was bisexual, and just needed to accept that fact.

Leena had recovered a while ago, but when Aki threatened to squirt a mouthful into each of her other holes, she shut up, not wanting to suffer that indignity. Still, she was visibly disgusted by the show going on before her. Claire cumming like a lesbian slut, Aki acting like one. And somewhere, perverts were all watching this, getting off on the sight of bound girls going down on each other. It was enough to make her want to kill, well more so than normal.

Finishing up, Aki suckled on Claire's clit, giving her one last explosive orgasm. When Claire's muffled screams died off, Aki climbed on top of the table, looking at the rubber cock sticking out from Claire's gag, and licked her lips, saying, "My turn now." Claire's eyes bugged out at hearing that, but Aki continued on, crouching down over Claire's face, wiggling about to get the dildo inside her pussy. Without the use of her hands, it took a few tries, but she did manage to get the tip inside. She then proceeded to bounce up and down on it, her lower lips smacking into the panel of the gag with each bounce, tits jiggling around, and moans growing in volume escaping her mouth. It did not take long for her to cum, seating herself completely upon it, pressing her clit against Claire's nose, forcing her to smell Aki's arousal.

Unknown to Aki, there were tiny holes all along the dildo shaft, collecting her moisture and channeling it onto Claire's tongue, forcing Claire to taste the arousal as well. To Claire's surprise, Aki's juices were not disgusting, and in fact rather pleasant. This, of course, only added to her sexual confusion. If she were really straight, shouldn't she be repelled by the scent and flavor, instead of enjoying it? It appeared to be yet another indication of her bisexualism. Claire did begin to wonder if it was just Aki she was becoming attracted to, or if it was all women.

During the next hour, Aki worked herself to several more orgasms atop Claire's face, Claire forced to swallow much of Aki's wetness with the rest coating her face, while Leena had returned to insulting the pair. Aki bounced about, still full of energy, her breasts having swelled to twice their previous size from having digested all the tentacle cum she'd sucked up earlier. As Aki came yet again, the door opened, and Seven entered the room, followed by a second maid, Five. Five had smooth, pale skin, a slender body, long, pointed ears, eyes the color of amethysts, and wavy strawberry-blonde hair flowing down her back. Seven pulled Aki off of Claire's face, while Five began the task of rebinding Claire.

Leena wisely quieted down, while Aki struggled uselessly in Seven's arms, whining about how she wasn't finished showing her love to her Claire. After being freed from the table, which lowered itself into the floor, Claire put up no resistance as she was rebound into a standing strappado, arms bound together at wrist and elbow, legs locked wide apart to rings in the floor, and the gag removed. Both maids then injected Claire and Aki with a dose of potent, fast-acting aphrodisiac.

With Claire's preparations complete, Seven passed Aki off to Five, while she took down Leena, using her superior strength to overpower the mercenary and bind her, forearms wrapped together with each hand against the opposite elbow, legs hobbled at both knees and ankles, and a large ring gag stretching her jaws open. The nipple clamps remained in place, chewing away on the sensitive nubs. Aki, on the other hand, did not have her bonds changed at all, arms still bound in a reverse prayer.

Now that all three girls were readied, the Ringmistress entered the room. Seven pressed a button, causing an entire wall to slide away, revealing a crowd of leering aliens. They had been on the other side the whole time, watching the events in the girls' room unfold, and now the whole crowd was filled with lust. The Ringmistress raised her hands, silencing the crowd with a single gesture. Having everyone's attention, she announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, perverts and horn dogs, welcome to the Galaxy's Most Famous Peep Show! Tonight, for your viewing pleasure, I present to you the sequel to the best-selling show, the Return of Claire and the Masked Bastards! And, as a special bonus to you, her friends will be available to satisfy your needs. Five and Seven will remain in attendance to make sure everyone is properly served, and to protect my girls, in case someone starts getting out of hand. Now, on with the show!"

As the Ringmistress stepped out the door, she was replaced by several alien men in matching dark cloaks and white masks. The cloaked figures split into two lines, one on either side of Claire's bound form. The lead from each line stepped forward, opened the cloak in front, and readied his already erect penis for penetration. Claire, head swimming from the injection, licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come, while a small part of her mind was horrified that she was craving this, wanting, no, needing to have her holes filled with alien cocks, to scream in ecstasy from the orgasms they would give her. Then, her wish was granted, her mouth filled with a greenish member and both her pussy and ass stretched wide around the double dicks of the male behind her.

While Claire's show began, Five and Seven brought their captives up to the crowd, bending them both over to make all their holes available for use. Leena took a long, thick cock deep in her ass, and was forced to lick pussy at the same time, fighting it as best she could, but ultimately failing due to Seven's overwhelming strength. Aki eagerly leapt at the chance to wrap her lips, on both ends, around the throbbing members presented toward her. She sucked greedily upon the shaft in her mouth, while simultaneously grinding her hips around the one in her pussy. While sucking and pumping away, Aki began to cry silently, wishing she was being used by Claire instead of these strange men, but unable to help herself. And so, with no choice but to endure, Aki's mind drifted away, fantasizing that two Claires were using strap-ons on her.

The crowd watching the show cycled through their pair quickly, each coming back again and again, some jerking off while waiting, spewing their loads all over the girls, while Claire's masked men proved to be much more enduring. The Bastards gave her long, hard thrusts, pacing themselves to hold off as long as possible before filling her with their semen. Then the next in line would take over, and the spent ones formed lines on either side of her, wanking off to coat her body with their jizz, before returning to the lines to violate her holes once again. Claire herself was bucking her hips and sucking hard on the dicks invading her, unable to help herself, driving herself to cum as quickly as possible, but the Bastards kept careful control, and dragged it out as long as possible for her as well, building her sexual need and frustration until they were ready to spew, at which point they reamed her holes as fast and hard as possible, making her cum in sync with them.

Claire's show was so incredibly powerful that even Five and Seven started to get in on the act. Five stripped out of her uniform, and let a pair of men penetrate both her lower orifices, hands fondling her tits as she gave in to the carnal pleasures. Seven had to maintain a firm grasp upon Leena, but still managed to yank off her top, and lean back, using her arms and tail to secure her unwilling victim, and presenting her mouth and massive breasts to be used by the crowd.

Leena fought like a wildcat while being raped in each orifice, but between her bonds and Seven's immense strength, she was at the mercy of the crowd. And whenever her struggles died down, someone from the audience would either slap her ass, or yank on the clamps tormenting her brown nips, restoring her fighting spirit. It was an endless cycle for her, fueled by pain and hate. Plus, the crowd seemed to take particular joy in taking her anally, just to humiliate and aggravate her even more.

Aki and Claire, on the other hand, were wholly consumed by the aphrodisiac. They came repeatedly under the sexual assaults upon their bodies, craving more and more. Deep inside, each one wanted to fight back like Leena, but had no control over their own bodies anymore. Eventually, they gave up, and let their unending lust drive them, while the reasoning parts of their minds just shut down, protecting their sanity.

By the time the crowd had finally been sated, all five girls were dripping with cum, stomachs full, pussies and rectums leaking streams of white. Five and Seven forced their captives to lick their bodies clean, including having Aki suck the cum out of Five's pussy, while Leena had to clean her ass. Leena, of course, refused, but Seven held her head in place, pinching her nose and blocking her air until Five indicated that Leena's tongue had gone to work. Only when both maids were satisfied did they get dressed, and bind both girls back to the walls by their ankles and necks. Leena was too exhausted to even consider fighting back, instead just giving in, while Aki merely stared longingly at Claire. The maids applied fresh ballgags to Claire and Aki, and stuck an inflatable dildo inside Leena's ring gagged mouth, pumping it right up. Then they shut off the lights, and left the three to stand there in the dark, covered in cum from head to toe, with nothing but their own minds to keep them company.


Chapter 4 - Bob's Transformation (added: 01/25/2010)

A few hours passed before the lights were once again turned on, not that any of the captives noticed. Claire had passed out while still bound in a tight strappado, the pain in her arms and shoulders having been overwhelmed by exhaustion, her legs somehow managing to remain upright in their spread position, most likely due to the strain already placed upon her body. Her skin was still covered in the cum of many masked men, but now it had dried, sticking and contracting. Her face and hair were encased in a thick layer, gluing her eyes shut, much of it even having dripped and run over the large ballgag stuffing her mouth and somewhat resembling a white mask. And on her other end, both her lower holes were still slowly oozing out trickles of cum, quickly congealing once in contact with the air.

Leena was only slightly better off. She was also unconscious, her jaw stretched wide from the heavily inflated dildo stuck through the ring gag, though her arms were in much better condition, having only been bound with forearms overlapping, left wrist against right elbow and vice versa. Being that she was secured upright against the wall, the flood of semen from her abused ass, as well as the much smaller trickle from her vagina, had long since run dry. Her face was covered just as thickly, eyes also glued shut. Though she was secured to the wall by her throat as well as her spread ankles, the collar was shaped specifically to prevent choking. The only area where she was truly worse off was her nipples, still trapped in those horrible gnawing toothy clamps.

Aki was the only one who hadn't passed out. She was still bound to the wall like Leena, but her arms were really starting to ache, what with them having been bound in a reverse prayer for the past several hours. All the cum she had swallowed before had already been absorbed by her body, swelling her breasts even more, bringing them to over triple their normal size, now about half as big as Claire's Bob-enhanced orbs. She was also itching all over from the jizz drying upon her skin and it was driving her crazy, especially the little bits clinging to her vaginal lips. And with a ballgag matching Claire's in size, she could only mewl her frustrations, whimpering quietly in tormented agony. Aki was also cum-blind, but for her it was because she never bothered to shake any free and keep her eyes open in the dark. Instead, she let her mind drift off into fantasies of being bound and used by Claire, being forced to pleasure her, and even managing to work herself nearly to the point of orgasm a couple of times.

Some time later, the door slid open, letting in three maids, all dressed in latex french maid uniforms. These were numbered 4, 8, and 9. Four had light lavender skin, cotton candy pink hair flowing down her back, delicately pointed ears, and pale blue eyes like that of a glacier, both in color and emotion. Eight was a kitsune, a foxgirl, a genetically modified human given the ears, tail, eyes, and fangs similar to those of a fox. She had coppery hair a shade lighter than Claire's, with her fox's ears and bushy tail of the same hue. She also sported yellow eyes that were wide and expressive. Her chest was also a fair bit larger than Four's, stretching the latex maid's top tighter. And finally, Nine, a catgirl, similar to Eight, who had deep crimson hair, her ears and tail a shade lighter than her tresses, emerald cat's eyes, and most notably, she sported a pair of globes that were nearly as large as Claire's swollen mamaries. Nine's nipples were adorned with gold rings, and easily visible since she was topless.

Four headed over to Claire, while Nine attended Leena and Eight approached Aki. Eight and Nine cooed and commented to each other about their respective captives as they worked, while Four remained silent. Claire and Leena were woken up with a couple gentle slaps on the cheek, then all three bound girls were freed from the anchoring restraints, though the bonds on their arms, as well as the gags, remained. Though all three vocalized their relief at being able to move once again, Claire was by far the loudest, having suffered the most. As they stretched their legs, the maids secured leashes to their collars. All the dried cum covering them reiterated its presence, causing the freshly stretched skin underneath to grow incredibly itchy, but given their bonds, none of the girls could do anything about it.

Finding herself still subject to this nightmare, Claire's will had finally shattered. This time her stay was far more brutal, far longer, and far more humiliating than when she had first been captive of the Ringmistress. First, the bounty hunter that captured her had brutally raped her during transit, then she had been punched in the face by One, and then had been tortured and raped by the Ringmistress and her probipod. And then One and Two molested and abused her in the showers, and forced themselves upon her, before she was shipped off for several traumatic hours in the care of Bob, the tentacle monster. Bob worked her over far more than all the previous moments combined, violating her worse than she had thought possible, including expanding her bust until each mammary was nearly as big as her head, effectively making her look like a slutty bimbo. And she found herself liking it! Eventually, she was taken from Bob and was left helpless and in the care of Aki, who also took advantage of her situation and molested her, though Aki at least was quite gentle and caring. Finally, she was subjected to a prolonged rape by multiple masked men of various species while a crowd of onlookers got their jollies watching the whole spectacle. This time, Claire's spirit had been broken. This time there would be no escape. This time, there was no hope.

Hearing Claire's groans, even muffled by the gag, was all that Aki needed for renewed hope. Her Claire was still there, still with her, and so she could endure anything, any tortures, for the sake of Claire. She would endure because her love of Claire would allow nothing less. And it blinded her to the fact that she had unwittingly helped the Ringmistress break Claire's will.

On the other hand, Leena was as full of fight as ever. The worse that was done to her, the harder she had to fight back. No amount of sexual abuse and humiliation would break her, it would only make her angrier and more violent. And yet, she was finding it difficult to summon up the energy or will to fight. Likely due to the lack of proper rest and nutrition, or at least that's what she told herself.

As all three girls were led out of the room and down the hall, they had to shuffle their feet to maintain balance, due to their temporary blindness. They discovered that the hall floor was slick with slime and fluids, likely from their watchers and abusers hours earlier, especially since it was thick, sticky, and cool, an extremely disgusting feeling. As they followed the maids, their bare feet quickly became coated in a gross layer of the stuff, oozing between their toes, sliding up over the arches, and making sucking sounds with each step. And in addition, the dried cum between their legs caused a tremendous itchiness along their lower lips, driving the girls crazy with irritation.

Eight reached back to Aki and gave her a tickle with the end of her furry tail, causing the hitheru to squirm about, nearly slipping. Smiling at the reaction, she commented, "Ooh, you are a fun one, aren't you? I'll bet that made you forget about the itch for a moment!"

Aki whimpered into her gag, finding Eight's statement to be true. The tickling had distracted her from the itches, but having been reminded of it again made the whole thing feel worse than before. Suddenly stopping, she began to fight her bindings, vainly attempting to relieve herself of the torturous sensations. Unfortunately, Eight just pulled on the leash harder, both Eight and Nine laughing at Aki's struggles and discomfort.

Eventually all six made it to the elevator, taking them down to the third sub-floor. There, they exited for the showers, not that Claire or her friends knew where they were headed. The maids pulled their captives along into the showers. The floor was still wet from a previous showering session, but was hard for the captives to notice due to the sticky slime coating their feet. Because of that, the sudden impact of water from the shower heads caused all three to jump, much to the amusement of the maids.

Now that the showers were on, the maids each hooked their captive's leash to the wall and proceeded to join in and scrub down the cum-covered girls. Because the maids' outfits were latex, they could still wear them in the showers without problem. And they did. Each of the now wet captives was personally attended by their escorts, who began a very sensual scrub-down.

Nine yanked the clamps from Leena's nipples, bringing forth a muffled high-pitched scream, both from the fresh pain of having the clamps removed, and also from the added pain due to the clamps having been practically glued on by the layer of dried cum. Satisfied, Nine began to clean Leena off, starting with her breasts, hands gripping them tight while her fingers rolled and pinched the girl's nipples, bringing forth more bellows of pain. Ever so slowly, the dried white layers began to slough off at the insistent rubbing, the itchy sensation going with it, and bringing the first real feeling of relief to Leena in a long time.

Once her breasts were clean, Nine continued on to the rest of the torso, sensually scrubbing down every inch of Leena's skin, making sure that her own breasts rubbed and pressed against the captive asian as much as possible. Continuing south, she cleaned Leena's well-muscled stomach and waist, then on to her hips and ass, and down both legs, but carefully avoiding her crotch. Nine then went to work on Leena's back and arms, rubbing her pierced nipples into the asian's soft skin, and purring into her ear.

Leena tried to fight back and pull away, but she found herself only working half-heartedly at it, almost like she was just putting on a show. And once the catgirl began to work on the solid clump that was her hair, her fighting spirit broke. She was being treated well, especially when compared to yesterday, and it felt too good to resist. Silently, she tried to convince herself that she wasn't enjoying it, that as soon as she felt an opening, she would take it, but in reality, she was finally softening up to the whole prisoner thing. Not that it would last past the next rough session, but a chink in her armor had finally formed.

Once finished with her hair, Nine returned to Leena's hips, and finally started on her crotch. With Leena no longer resisting, it was an easy task to bring her shuddering to orgasm a couple of times while both her pussy and her ass crack were rubbed clean. Lastly, Nine began working on Leena's face. She started at the gag and worked out from there, leaving her stuck eyes for last.

Across from Nine and Leena, Eight was hard at work on Aki. She began at Aki's arms, using a sponge to scrub off the layer of dry jizz. When Aki responded almost instantly to her touch, Eight decided to give the horny little hitheru what she desired, and, using her empty hand, worked her bushy tail between the bluish girl's legs, rubbing it against her slit. Immediately, Aki began to hump the tail, moaning and squealing into her gag as she tried to get herself off. Eight just laughed and continued her careful scrub-down, subtly adjusting the speed and pressure of her copper fox tail to ensure that the bound girl would not be able to cum.

Aki found the teasing stimulation very arousing, and even though she was being denied release, she craved the nearly overwhelming sensations building within her. Every stroke to her lower lips, every swipe of the sponge on her skin, stoked the fires in her belly, eventually building it to a white-hot intensity of need for orgasmic release, which was denied her. And it delighted her to be teased like this, to be brought to the edge, but not over. She didn't know why it felt so good, and really didn't care, either. She just knew that as long as she was eventually allowed to cum, it would be glorious. Only if she was left high and dry, to wind down with no relief, would she feel tortured.

And that's exactly what Eight did. She held Aki on the edge the whole time, not letting her cum while the kitsune wiped off every last speck of crusty jism, then pulled away, leaving Aki sobbing into her gag, eyes pleading to be given that last push into orgasmic bliss. But Eight just smiled as she denied the hitheru what she sought so desperately.

As for Claire, Four used a sponge to clean her, methodically working on one area before moving on to the next, completing her task efficiently and without sexual desire. Claire just accepted it, listening to the sounds of pleasure from her friends while she was treated as nothing more than an object. In fact, the total reversal of sexual treatment actually managed to crush her spirit even further, that she was only a sex toy of the Ringmistress's, to be used at her whims. And when her eyes were cleaned off, allowing her to see again, her first sight was Four's expressionless face, a reminder of exactly how little she mattered to this girl. Nothing more than an object, a toy to be played with. Claire's rebellious side had now been completely defeated, locked away deep inside her mind and sealed. And Four continued to scrub her down.

Once the task was complete, Claire was taken off to one of the change rooms, while Aki and Leena were brought over to the blue goo pool. Eight and Nine escorted them into the oozing mass, all four girls settling in. Both maids talked to the not-quite-a-liquid, telling it to give their captives a quick refresh, and then told it that they loved it. Aki and Leena were confused by this apparently one-sided conversation, but Aki dismissed it as the painful aches in her arms and shoulders were soothed away, while Leena regarded the whole group before her with a look one saves for the truly insane.

In the change room, Four unbound Claire, leaving only the gag in place, and began dressing her in a green latex outfit, completely unconcerned about Claire's restored mobility. She began with a corset which ran from just below Claire's heavy breasts to the tops of her hips. Four tightened it methodically, working out every last bit of slack she could find, until the entirety of the seams were pressed against each other, then tied it off, reducing Claire's waist by nearly a quarter its original size.

Claire fought to take a breath deeper than the shallow gasps she was currently able to get, her mind reeling again as she realized she no longer even warranted bondage to control her. She did not try to resist as she was clothed, realizing the futility in even trying, giving in to the despair growing within.

Continuing on without a word, Four locked a collar about Claire's throat, and then brought a pair of straps up over Claire's huge globes, each just wide enough to hide her nipples and aureoles, securing them to the collar. Next came a pair of opera-length latex gloves, rolled onto her hands and then up her arms to midway up her biceps, Four methodically smoothing out the material, leaving no wrinkles or air bubbles. And then came the latex stockings. They were rolled on the same as the gloves, continuing to just shy of Claire's hairless crotch. Following the stockings were a pair of very high-heeled stiletto boots, also made of green latex. Lastly, a latex thong was placed on, covering the aforementioned crotch while leaving her ass exposed.

Now that Claire was dressed, Four secured a pair of nanoweave cuffs on the space girl's wrists, and a matching pair about her ankles. She then clipped a leash to the front of her collar, and led her out of the room.

Once Eight and Nine were ready, they pulled their captives from the goo, while saying goodbye to it. Not a trace of the ooze remained behind on any of them, much to Aki and Leena's surprise. The maids then grabbed the captives, and tightened their arm restraints further, eliciting a few gagged groans from Claire's friends. The maids then escorted them to the elevator, taking them back to the show floor. Once again, the girls had to step in cool, congealing ejaculate and other things they would rather not think about as they were led off to their next session.

On the way, the maids had them stop at one particular room, where they observed the current show through a window. Inside, a naked girl was bound and suspended in the air by bluish tentacles, and being fucked in all three orifices by especially thick and rough-looking ones. All of the tentacles were rising up out of a grid-style grate on the floor. The girl looked to be in agony, her blonde hair a slime-covered mess, tears streaming from her eyes, as the fleshy limbs assaulted and bound her, held in a spread-eagle in mid air. A pair of tentacles whipped her small breasts while a similar pair worked on her ass cheeks. The tentacle in her mouth did not move, but was surging, pumping something down her throat, while the thickest tentacle slammed in and out of her vagina, its exterior covered in hard lumps and nodules, stretching and scraping her insides. And then there were the pair forcing their way into her ass, each as rough-looking as the vaginal one.

Nine shivered at the sight, commenting, "Damn, M'Greh is in fine form today! I'd hate to be in her shoes, er, position."

Eight just nodded her agreement, unable to pry her eyes off the horrifying sight before her. Aki stared at the scene, too, unable to comprehend how people could enjoy seeing this done to someone, while Leena growled into her gag and turned away, swearing to herself that she would do worse to the Ringmistress once she got her hands on her.

After another minute or so of watching, Nine said, "Okay, that's enough fun for now. Time to get you girls to your destination." She and Eight shoved their prisoners along, prodding them toward their own room to star in a show.

At the door, Leena balked, refusing to enter. Aki stopped too, and followed Leena's gaze to the sign above the door. It read "Bob's Room". The hitheru whimpered, remembering what she saw Bob do to her precious Claire.

Eight and Nine, seeing that their captives would not proceed, produced a small rod each, and touched it to the backs of the bound pair. A loud electrical snap rang out down the corridor as both girls screamed into their gags and stumbled forward into the room, away from what was essentially a smaller version of cattle prods. The maids smiled, putting the rods away again, and continued inside where Bob sat in the middle of the floor. Above, a crowd could be seen gathering already behind the glassy panels, ready for an amazing show.

As the maids removed their captives' gags, Bob began to move...

As she left the room, Claire found herself face-to-face with the Ringmistress. Emitting a small gasp, she backed up a step, afraid of what cruelties awaited her at the hands of the domineering hitheru. Four grabbed Claire by the shoulder and kicked her in the back of her knees, forcing her to kneel before the Ringmistress.

Watching Claire's reaction, the Ringmistress grinned evilly, and held up an addition to Claire's wardrobe: a headband with green latex kitty ears. Motioning for the redhead to come closer, she told her, "One little addition for you, my pet. And then, you'll look the part!"

A faint whine escaped Claire's ballgagged lips as she obeyed, crawling forward on her knees. The Ringmistress gently, almost lovingly, set the hairband in place, and used its clips to secure it to her hair. The Ringmistress then motioned to Four and commanded, "Secure her wrists. I don't want her to feel too free." Four nodded and obeyed, using a single padlock to bind Claire's wrist cuffs together behind her back.

With Claire properly bound and attired, the Ringmistress took up the leash and pulled Claire to her feet. She turned toward the elevator and led Claire along, Four silently following. They rode it to the Ringmistress's private floor, where upon exiting, Four immediately stripped naked except for her maid's hat, as the Ringmistress led Claire to the bedroom.

As she entered, Claire gasped. In the centre of the room was a massive four-post bed, very elegant and draped with pink silks and lace from the canopy, completely out of place with the rest of the room, except it also was festooned with various restraints, while one wall, a massive screen, was replaying a recording of two girls bound in the stage room. On the bed were One and Two, both tightly bound in a spread-eagle. One was laying face up, while Two was face down on top of her. They both wore penis gags, with dildos sticking out the fronts, and were using them on the other girl, heads bobbing up and down as they face-fucked each other. It was apparent that they had been at it quite a while, from the size of the wet spot between One's legs, and the one on her face as well. Too engrossed in their tasks, they did not notice the three new occupants in the room.

Claire heard a scream, and turned to watch the screen. A girl with dark wings was bound in a standing spread-eagle, wearing a discipline helmet and bit gag, writhing in her bonds as a pair of mechanical tentacles violated her in both her lower holes. And a second girl was also there, a catgirl with a tiger-stripe pattern on her legs and tail, also discipline helmeted, but with the bulge of a huge ballgag underneath. She was bound in a strappado, her feline tail pulled up and toward the chest of the winged girl. There was a cord running from the end of the tail to a pair of nipple clamps on the winged girl, while a similar cord ran from the winged girl's waist to a machine on the floor, and back up to a pair of nipple clamps on the catgirl. And then Claire noticed the massive dildo buried in the catgirl's ass, well lubricated with a reddish oil, followed by the open jug of red chili oil. No wonder she was screaming!

To get everyone's attention, the Ringmistress shut off the screen. Claire immediately blushed, and bowed her head, while One and Two stopped, and turned their heads as best they could to regard their Mistress. The Ringmistress ordered, "Release them, they have work to do."

Claire felt compelled to respond to the order, but realized that it was meant for the maid. Four complied, working efficiently and silently as always. Once One and Two were free, they removed their gags, and knelt before their Mistress while Four returned to stand at her side.

"Now then," the Ringmistress continued, "I have a little show planned just for you, Claire, my dear. It stars a couple close friends of yours. I think we can skip the big introduction from my holographic recording, and go straight into the show when it starts. In the mean time, let's get you prepped."

Claire looked at the Ringmistress with fear and apprehension in her eyes, a gagged garble escaping her lips which no one could decipher, and not even Claire was sure of. One and Two cackled with glee, latching on to Claire's arms and pulling her over to the bed. Four removed the collar from Claire's neck, replacing it with a special posture collar. This one had an extension in the front which forced her head up and back, so that she was effectively staring at the ceiling. One and Two then knelt her down on the bed, and pulled her head to the bar at the foot, placing her in a doggy-style position, but with her arms still bound behind her. Once in place, the posture collar was secured to the bar, locking Claire's head in place to keep her staring at the huge screen. The latex bra straps were left unconnected, to dangle loosely from the corset. Chains were brought up from the sides of the bed, and locked to Claire's ankles, holding her legs wide apart. One and Two then rebound Claire's arms, pulling them out tightly and relocking them to the same bar her collar was secured to, leaving her wide open and vulnerable.

While Claire was getting rebound, the Ringmistress headed off to get her favorite toy, the mature probipod. Remembering how Claire hated being taken in the ass with it, she wanted to relive that experience, only with the addition of forcing her to watch her friends suffer at the same time. She stripped down to just the corset and boots before sliding the fat bulbous end inside herself. The Ringmistress sucked in her breath at the sensation, her arousal growing with each passing second. Now prepared, she returned to Claire, making sure that the space girl got a good, up-close view of the creature protruding from her vaginal lips.

Claire whimpered a little at seeing the terrible beast once again. Memories of its previous violation of her body came flooding back, reminding her of just how horrible it was. How the creature stretched her wide open to accommodate its thick girth, how the little feelers wriggled and rubbed the interiors, and the thick, disgusting goo it spewed into her when the Ringmistress orgasmed. And now, she was about to experience it all over again.

As the Ringmistress climbed into position on the bed, behind Claire, the screen suddenly came on...

Tentacles shot forth from the top of the giant anemone-shaped column, ensnaring all four girls, a loud, wordless electronic bellow resounding about the room, and the crowd cheered, chanting Bob's name. Leena gasped at the sound, for it reminded her of when she fought the feral androids of Zetalon 6. The pitch was slightly different, and this one held just a bit more emotion, but they were very similar.

As all four girls were lifted overhead, the electronic voice demanded, "REMOVE BINDINGS. TIME TO BEGIN." The maids were brought close behind the captives, placing them so they could obey.

Fearful, Eight and Nine unbound the arms before them, Eight pleading, "Please, Bob, let us down! We're the Ringmistress's maids! It's those two who're yours right now, not us!"

Uncaring, Bob did not respond, but instead lashed out with several more tentacles, ripping the clothes off of the maids, much to the delight of the crowd. Continuing his assault, Bob grappled all of the limbs of the girls, pulling them out wide and showing their naked bodies off to the gathered audience. The cheers and chanting of Bob's name grew louder and louder, and the girls could see many members of the crowd already masturbating wildly at the sight.

Many more tentacles whipped forth from within, causing the girls to shriek, thinking that they were about to be forcibly taken in multiple orifices, and the crowd following a similar line of thought, when instead, Bob's interior suddenly surged forth, erupting upwards and carrying the girls along for the ride. The crowd exploded in excitement at the sight, while the four scared captives screamed and struggled futilely in the grasp of Bob's tendrils. Up and up he rose, until he was nearly four metres tall, a massive fleshy spike protruding from the rock-like base.

A loud, garbled noise issued forth from the translator computer, while each captive girl was spaced around Bob, twisted about to face the crowd, and summarily forced into a strenuous position.

Aki was pulled into an Eiffel-spread, with her limbs yanked back toward Bob's core, but her waist pulled out toward the crowd, bowing her body, and a pair of additional tentacles squeezed around the base of her breasts, ballooning them out painfully, then opening those tri-jawed mouths on the ends, filled with tiny suckers and the needle-like tongue. They latched on to her nipples, drawing the sensitive blue nubs in, where a ring of tiny fangs latched down tightly upon their bases. Aki screamed as her nipples were bitten harder than any pair of clamps she had ever worn, then shrieked even louder as the tongues scraped against the tips. The suckers grabbed hold of her soft flesh, and the jaw-like ends squeezed down, giving Aki the feeling that her breasts were in a vice. Another tentacle wrapped around her hair, yanking her head back, before sprouting two tiny tendrils which worked their way up her nostrils, causing Aki to sneeze.

Leena was flipped about, her arms yanked back into a strappado-like position, while her legs were lifted back just enough to keep her shoulders from dislocating, and splayed apart. In this position, she was facing straight at the crowd, who she spewed a stream of vitriolic curses at while Bob continued to abuse her. A single tentacle rose up before her, its tip opening to reveal two tiny, thin needles on the ends of a pair of tendrils. The tendrils slowly snaked their way out, each one angling toward opposite nipples, their movements catching Leena's attention and distracting her from hurling insults at the audience. As they reached their targets, they gently stroked around the outside of each brown nub, forcing it to stand erect. Leena whimpered in fear of what was about to come, knowing there was nothing she could say or do to prevent it. Once her nips were at full attention, the tendrils lined their needles up with the bases, and stabbed right through, piercing them both in a single motion. Leena bit her lower lip, swallowing the scream building within her, not wanting to give the crowd or Bob the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. The piercing complete, the tendrils detached from the needles and withdrew back into the mouth of the tentacle.

Eight fared no better than the other two, having been flipped upside-down, her legs pulled wide until they were nearly parallel to the floor. her arms were twisted about behind her into a viciously tight reverse-prayer, and her bushy tail was pulled straight back. Bob also attacked her breasts, similar to Aki, but forgoing the tight squeeze around the base of each. Eight bit her tongue to keep from crying out, but tears rolled out, belying her pain. She also had a pair of tendrils worked into her nostrils, a most unsettling feeling for her.

Nine had it the worst. Bob had held her in his clutches many times before, and knew just how much she could take. He had always pushed her further and further, training her to endure more and worse torments each time. And she knew it. As he flipped her over so that she was pulled into a tight horizontal spread-eagle face-down in midair, she begged and pleaded to be let go. But, she knew that Bob would not relent. He would torment her to the edges of her limits, and then push her limits further. And would not let up. As her huge breasts, painfully augmented by Bob many times until they became permanently enlarged, dangled, Bob lashed out a single tentacle, opening its end and a pair of tendrils darted out. Each tendril looped through one of Nine's nipple rings, and pulled them in, forcing her soft orbs to stretch and squeeze together, until her nipples touched. Then, the tentacle tip vomited out a hard, chitinous lump, attached to the base of the tendrils, leaving her nipples bound to each other, and to a heavy weight that pulled harshly upon them. Nine cried and pleaded, her nipples already throbbing in pain from the strain put upon them.

And then it was time for the real show to begin. Thick, knobby-headed tentacles surged forth, burying themselves inside each girl's pussy, stretching them wide to accommodate their huge girths. As each one buried itself as deep as possible, four more sprang forth, even thicker than the first ones, slick with a clear greenish slime, and pressed firmly against the rectums of the screaming girls. One by one, the massive heads of the tentacles forced their way in, bringing sobs and groans from their victims, driving in as deep as the girls could take them, far deeper than any of them could have imagined possible. Every one of those girls did not think that they could accommodate such a massive size, especially with their vaginas already stuffed to capacity. And yet, Bob made it happen.

Lastly, a final four tentacles rose up, forcing their way into the mouths of their prey. The exteriors of these tentacles were not fleshy like all the previous ones, but were instead encased in a hard chitinous shell, protecting them from the teeth and jaws of their victims. Eight and Aki were caught off-guard, their mouths already wide open from their cries, and were easily penetrated. Nine saw it coming, but submitted to Bob's will, knowing how futile and painful it would be to resist, sucking on it the moment it entered her mouth. Leena, however, had been keeping her mouth clamped shut, both to muffle her own cries, and because she suspected that this would be coming. Bob did not give up, and began to whip both tentacles between her legs about in a frenzy, bringing forth tears from Leena's eyes, but still she denied him entry. Without stopping the assault on her violated passages, two more tentacles rose up from Bob's column, much thinner than the others, which began to lash Leena's stretched and flattened breasts, making sure to hammer her freshly pierced nipples, intensifying the pain to unbearable levels. The savageness of the attack caught Leena completely by surprise, causing her to bellow loudly in pain. In an instant, the hard shaft forced its way into her mouth, shoving in right up to her throat.

Once all of his prey were fully penetrated and ready, Bob began to ream out all four of them at once. Twelve tentacles hammered in and out of twelve different orifices, driving in as deeply as they could before pulling out until just the head remained inside, before forcing their way back in, over and over again. Aki and Eight had the benefit of having the nasal tendrils, which supplied them with a constant supply of air so they would not choke, while Nine was very practiced at it, and fell easily into the rhythm required to breathe during the assault. As for Leena, she tried to scream and bite until the lack of air finally wore her out, and forced her to concentrate on breathing instead.

As the screen showed Bob lifting all four girls into the air, the Ringmistress began her attack, shoving the probipod deep into Claire's ass, and rubbing her pussy. Claire grunted into her gag and tears began to roll down her cheeks, but she did not try to fight. Instead, she stared at the screen, captivated by the horrors that Bob began to unleash upon her friends.

While the Ringmistress pounded Claire's ass, One skipped off to retrieve a cat-o-nine-tails, planning on whipping Claire and adding to her suffering. Two, on the other hand, had positioned a chair in an excellent spot to watch both the show on the jumbo screen and the live performance on the bed. And Four merely stood off to one side, awaiting further orders while taking in the whole scene before her.

Bringing the whip forth, One looked questioningly at the Ringmistress, who, grunting with each thrust, nodded. Smiling wide, One brought the lash down hard on Claire's back. Claire screamed into her gag in both surprise and pain, her rectum involuntarily squeezing down tightly on the creature reaming it out. The Ringmistress gasped as the sensation was transmitted straight to her, nearly cumming from it. Continuing, One brought the whip down on Claire's bare skin, on her back and arms, on the sides of her hanging boobs, across her ass cheeks, and even a few upswings into the front of her globes. Every strike brought a reaction from Claire, and more pleasure to the Ringmistress, bringing her to orgasm several times. And with each orgasm, the probipod spewed its thick, white, sticky goop deep inside Claire.

Two watched the whole thing, rubbing herself to the pace of the whipping, masturbating in time with One's strikes. Her fingers delved inside her slit, pressing against every sensitive area she could reach, bringing forth moans in sync with Claire's cries of pain and anguish. As she reached the edge of climax, she crawled forth from her chair, one hand still working feverishly between her legs, and sat down in front of Claire. Reaching out with her free hand, Two unexpectedly slapped Claire across the face, getting a curious look from the Ringmistress. Claire whimpered, but did not resist, too humiliated to act. And when the screen showed Bob penetrate his victims, the whole orgy exploded. Two shuddered, cumming harder than she had in a very long time, the Ringmistress burying her pet fully into Claire's ass and screaming in orgasmic bliss with the probipod spewing a huge volume of sticky fluid deep into Claire's bowels, Claire unwillingly cumming hard from the ministrations of the Ringmistress's deft fingers, as well as the overwhelming sensations from the whipping and anal violation, and One spasming from a mini orgasm of her own. Only Four remained unaffected.

Clenching her eyes tightly, Claire cried at how degraded she had become. Her friends were suffering untold horrors beyond even what she had at Bob's hands, and she was being beaten and raped, and yet she had cum. Hard. It was quite possibly the worst she had ever felt. Now, there was no turning back. She knew the Ringmistress owned her completely. She was ready to submit. To call her Mistress. And yet, she would not be given the chance, as the Ringmistress pulled out of her ass, and began again in her pussy, violating Claire as completely as possible.

One headed over to sit in Two's vacated seat and called Four over, placing the lavender girl's head between her legs and holding it there as Four's forked tongue went to work, while Two headed over to the toy shelves. She retrieved a green latex cat's tail on a large butt plug, and rammed it hard into Claire's ass, trapping the thick goop inside her, and adding another piece to her costume, before kneeling in front of the broken space girl once again. As Claire looked at her, Two slapped her face and pointed at the screen. Claire blinked and returned her gaze to watch Aki and Leena get pounded by Bob's tentacles. As Claire watched the screen and was raped by the Ringmistress, Two reached out and slapped Claire on her fat breast. Claire grunted, squeezing even more tears out, but continued to watch the screen. Continuing the assault, Two alternated her slaps between breasts, then between a breast and her face, and so on, forcing further humiliation and pain upon the poor girl.

It was devastating to Claire, to be treated this way. They were systematically breaking her down, and even though she realized it, there was nothing she could do to stop them. In fact, the one thing that did surprise her, was that she was capable of being broken down and degraded further. She had thought she was at the bottom, but they pushed her through that fragile floor, and kept going. Claire now cried because she could not see the true bottom of her broken will, and continued falling ever deeper.

"YOUR TURN FOR FUN. PLEASURE." Bob held each of his squirming captives, skillfully driving them each on to the edge of orgasm, and holding them there while bringing the others to the same point. Once all four girls were fighting to cum, overwhelmed with desire, he forced them over the edge simultaneously, driving hard inside their overstimulated vaginas. As one, the girls exploded in climax, screaming at the tops of their lungs, white spots appearing before their eyes. With a technique perfected over the many years and hundreds of women in his clutches, Bob worked each girl's G-spot and clit furiously, maximizing both the intensity and duration of their orgasms, the mental energies released from the females nourishing him, as his vaginal tentacles soaked up every drop of their orgasmic juices, a delicious dessert to his meal.

Aki, Leena, and Eight all were driven mindless from the sheer intensity, their vision fading to white and muscles locked in an unending spasm as they came harder than any of them had ever before experienced. Nine, on the other hand, was fully conscious, having experienced it many times before. Her body was still locked up, toes straining and vision blurring, but it no longer overwhelmed her mind with its intensity, which somehow made the whole thing even more excrutiating.

As they came down from the orgasmic high, they heard the electronic voice again, "MORE! NEED MORE!" Aki whimpered, believing she was incapable of going through that again, and Leena renewed her fight to escape. Eight shivered with fear and dread, knowing Bob would do it, while Nine slipped away deep inside herself, preparing for what was to come.

Begining with Leena, who was struggling entirely too much, Bob produced another of the tiny needles, this one aimed squarely at her clit, still swollen from the tentacle assault. As it pierced through, Leena's body locked up again, eyes bulging, and lungs frozen, but this time from pain and not pleasure. Once she regained her senses and control of her body, Bob activated all three needles at once. They began to vibrate, bringing powerful stimulation to the tiny clusters of nerves, and after a moment, a tiny popping noise could be heard, making Leena scream in pain, clenching her eyes shut, as each needle released the static charge that had built up as part of the vibrating motions. Over and over again, they drove her wild from the sensations, then after about a minute, a strong static shock would be unleashed, delivering brutal pain to such sensitive areas. Perhaps worst of all, it was driving Leena to orgasm again and again.

Next came Aki. Bob began to pull her in close, as a gap formed in his side. Pulling Aki right into the gap, her legs brought together, Bob closed up around her once again. Aki wished she could scream, but the tentacle in her mouth was driving deep into her throat, blocking all sound. As the edges sealed together once again, Aki was squeezed from all sides, while the interior was covered with wriggling nodules. To Aki, it felt like she was buried inside a pile of slimy worms. Now deprived of all senses but touch, she felt everything much more keenly. And Bob worked to stimulate her, using the nodules to caress her whole body, while still keeping up the tormenting grip upon her swollen breasts and nipples. Within moments, Aki shuddered to climax again, unable to help herself.

Eight's turn was next. She was easily the fastest to reach orgasm, and so Bob only added a little to her situation, by sprouting a thin tendril with a sucker on the end and placing it directly onto her clit. As it sucked hard, drawing the tiny bud in, Eight bucked and thrashed, cumming immediately. Bob knew he had to take care with her, or she would pass out, and so, he left her with just the one tiny addition.

With the other three taken care of, it was now Nine's turn. First, Bob pulled the tentacle out of her mouth. Nine knew it was not because she was getting a reprieve, and so she just hung there, mouth agape as she awaited his next move. She didn't have to wait long, because a new tentacle was moving to take over. This one had a thin rubbery membrane spread wide, like a big circle, about 25cm back from the tip. As the tentacle eased its way into her open mouth, Nine let out a tiny whimper, having never experienced this before. Pushing its way down her throat, the tentacle finally stopped when the membrane came into contact with Nine's face, then it wrapped over her whole head, squeezing down like a living discipline helmet. Nine thrashed about, unable to breathe, until the tentacle in her throat began pumping air in and out, controlling her breathing for her.

Now that all the girls were under extreme control, Bob ramped up the ravaging of their bodies, driving them to orgasm over and over again, and with each climax from one of the retstrained beauties, Bob soaked up their fluids and fed off their mental energies, slowly building toward a grand finale of his own.

"Mmmmgffff!"

Claire shuddered to orgasm again, the probipod buried in her vagina attacking her sensitive areas with abandon. The Ringmistress enjoyed every second of it, her redheaded victim suffering from an overload of pleasure because of her assault. She also got off on Two's slapping of the space girl. But there was one noticeable change in her victim, she was not struggling or fighting back, just taking all their punishment and abuse and obeying the order she was given, watching her friends suffer under Bob's intense care. It was time to start the next phase in her training, well, after the Ringmistress had her fun.

Leaning over, still rutting away, the Ringmistress whispered in Claire's ear, "You were much easier to break than I thought. After breaking in Four," she pointed over to the lavender skinned maid pleasuring One, "I figured you Space Girls would be nearly impossible to crack. Your mental training was designed to emulate the Darrie, wasn't it? That's why I absolutely had to get one and turn her into a maid. Do you know how hard it was for me to get my hands on a female of a nearly extinct race? Very. And now, you're the last of your kind, and you broke much more easily than her. I now own two of the rarest girls in the galaxy. Three, if you count my Baldanian Succubus."

Claire boggled at the Ringmistress's speech. Four was a Darrie? And they were instrumental in the training of Space Girls? But, the Ringmistress controlled them both. Four was broken down and rebuilt into a perfect slave, while Claire was going through the same training. She was so weak, she couldn't even put up a real fight.

As Claire suffered with the realization, she was suddenly ravaged even harder by the mature probipod, and forced to yet another mind-shattering orgasm. As she screamed into her gag, the Ringmistress joined her, filling her womb with even more white goo from her pet. After recovering, the Ringmistress finally pulled out. Two stopped slapping and masturbating, rising to her feet in anticipation of her Mistress's orders. One and Four remained where they were, One totally lost in orgasmic bliss and moaning out her approval of Four's skilled tongue. Claire just remained in place on the bed, the goop slowly oozing out of her raw pussy and pooling between her knees.

Still behind Claire, the Ringmistress was empathically reminded of a rarely used trick by her probipod. Her smile growing bigger and more evil, she acted upon the thought, and rubbed the head of her pet along Claire's highly sensitized lower lips, the probipod oozing out a thick, clear resin, covering over the entire length of her slit. It even worked some around the base of her throbbing clit, while leaving the tip clear, then continued further, coating the hood. As the resin came into contact with the air, it hardened and began to contract. The folds of Claire's labia were trapped within its grip, held in place, the clit hood pulled back and trapped, and the base of her clit being squeezed, forcing the fleshy protrusion to remain engorged with blood, growing even more sensitive. And, perhaps most mentally scarring to Claire, the hideous creature's disgusting fluid was now trapped inside her vagina, sealed in.

"Get a new sheet for the bed. Claire is going to show me just how happy she is to serve me." The Ringmistress freed Claire from the restraints holding her on the bed, making sure to rub the probipod that was still buried inside her against the girl's face, watching for any reaction. To her surprise, there was none. Claire lay there, devoid of any expression. Pulling the captive to her feet, the Ringmistress relocked the redhead's arms behind her, and awaited Two's return with the replacement sheet.

Two quickly retrieved the sheet, and returned, pulling off the old one, and draping the new one on. Not bothering to wait for Two to finish tucking it in, the Ringmistress climbed on top, her hips swaying sensually as she crawled into position. Before laying down, she pulled the probipod from between her legs, handing it off to Two just as she finished tucking the sheet in. Two carried it off while the Ringmistress laid down on her back, head pointed toward the view screen, where Bob was finishing engulfing Aki. She patted between her legs, motioning for Claire to take position there.

Without thought, the former Space Girl obeyed, maneuvering into position. The Ringmistress grinned at Claire's subservience and commanded, "lay down on your stomach. Position that lovely face so you can service me with your tongue, once the gag is removed." Claire moved instantly, squirming into position, ignoring the pain in her aching huge breasts as she struggled to get into place without the use of her arms.

As the redhead settled into place, Two returned. With a nod from the Ringmistress, Two removed Claire's gag, the large ball needing to be yanked free of her over-sore jaw. A stream of drool ran freely from her mouth as the ball finally popped free. Once she recovered sufficiently, Claire began to lap at the Ringmistress's vaginal lips without further orders, obediently serving her Mistress.

Gasping in sudden pleasure, the Ringmistress arched her hips into the tongue, and stared upside down at the screen as Bob ramped up his assault upon his four captives. Remembering that Claire needed to see this, she ordered Claire to continue watching the screen without breaking her own gaze.

Claire brought her eyes up from the bluish lips before her to watch as Leena jerked and spasmed, screaming in orgasm and pain, fighting ineffectually against Bob's unrelenting grip. Seeing her friend suffering worse than she was, and still fighting, Claire silently cried at her own weakness. Pain wracked her own body, her massive chest beaten red by Two's slaps and squashed under the weight of her torso, her ass still raw and stretched around the base of the plug, and her vaginal lips and clit trapped and crushed in the incredibly tight grip of the hardened resin. And yet, she could see the shocking needles piercing Leena's nipples and clit, inflicting far worse. It was too much for her to bear, and so Claire's conscious mind retreated within itself in an attempt to protect what remained, leaving her to act on automatic.

With four girls to feed off of, Bob was getting far more nutrition at once than ever before. He worked them so hard, and with such incredible skill, that at least one of them was always climaxing, long and hard. It was so intense that none of them had any down time to recover, and so, after the first couple, it became torture, their bodies over-sensitive, every sensation a torture of pleasure so intense it was painful. And yet they came again and again and again...

Overloaded from the feeding, Bob transitioned to the next phase early. The last time he had gone through the transformation, he had two girls to feed off of, but he had twice as many now, one still high on aphrodisiac, one a total cum-slut, one trained to his perfection, and one fighter. That meant three girls feeding him far faster than normal, and one more adding in, too. He had gorged himself upon their forced orgy, and it accelerated his transformation.

Still drawing in nourishment from the ravaged bodies, Bob began to release his load. Large eggs, bulging as they travelled down the tentacles, worked their way towards each girls' rectum, to be deposited within. As the eggs were forced past the anal sphincters, the three visible girls were snapped out of their ograsm-induced hells, eyes snapping open and throats attempting to scream, as objects larger than anything previous were forced into their behinds. One after another, a steady stream was pumped into their bowels like an unending string of huge anal beads. All the girls fought to escape, even Aki, trapped within Bob's body, but Bob held on, easily containing their pathetic struggles.

Just as each girl's belly began to swell from the sheer volume of eggs, the line stopped. Moaning in relief, they were caught off guard as Bob flooded their bowels with a thick goo, filling every nook and cranny all the way to the first eggs. Bellies swelled even more as the girls cried out, unbelieving at the sheer volume that was forced in. The purpose for the goo was to hold the eggs in place and nourish the young. Once each girl was full, the anal tentacles withdrew, spewing forth a thick, sticky plug, keeping their asses stretched wide and trapping the contents within as the plug glued itself into place.

Normally, Bob would have held the girls for several hours as the new born grew and hatched within the girls' bowels, but because Bob had fed so much more, nearly quadruple what he normally got, their growth was accellerated. As Bob held them within his clutches, idly fucking them, each of the girls felt a throbbing in their bellies, the young within growing at an incredible rate. It was so intense that Aki, Eight, and Nine all were worked to orgasms yet again. Leena was in so much pain from the needles and position that her sexual drive was washed away, leaving her the only one able to actually recover somewhat.

Over the next hour, the eggs throbbed and warmed, delivering odd sensations to their incubators. Of the four, only Leena was still putting up a fight, the others absolutely exhausted from all the climaxes and struggling, but none of them was able to rest because Bob still held them and worked all of them to even more torturous orgasms, just at a much slower rate.

Trapped in Bob-induced sensory deprivation, Aki could only experience physical contact, which she reacted to in her typical way - imagining a fantasy involving Claire doing everything she was experiencing, and loving every second of it precisely because it was Claire. Even the eggs inside her were a part of the fantasy, crazily transformed into Claire's young, which Aki was to take care of.

Nine was also denied all senses but touch, but she did not fantasize about her situation. Instead, she cried weakly, cumming again from Bob's touch. She had no idea how long she had been there, believing it may have been several days, especially given how tired she was, but Bob did not permit her to sleep, instead driving her toward another orgasm. She wished that the Ringmistress would come and free her, but knew it would not happen. If only she could rest, even for an hour, she could endure the torments. But she had no choice, forced to endure regardless of her own needs and desires.

Just after having her ass plugged, Eight had been flipped about in midair, halting the buildup of blood in her head, but now gravity pulled on the contents of her bowels, and with the plug sealing it all in, she felt like she was about to explode from the pressure. It was just too much for her, and she nearly passed out, except for the fact that she was being driven to another mind-blowing orgasm. As tired and uncomfortable as she was, the promise of cumming kept her going, seeking ever more pleasure regardless of how much it would make her suffer.

As for Leena, she still struggled, fighting to break free. All her years spent training and fighting had built up an incredible endurance, and even after being bound in the same strict position, and all the forced orgasms, and all the pain, and the ass full of pulsating eggs, she still had a vast reservoir of energy to fight. She honestly believed she could out-last Bob, fighting until he was too tired to hold her any longer. And then she would get free and destroy this whole facility - no, the whole planet. She would make the Ringmistress suffer a long and horribly painful death. She would rip the heads off of all the maids one by one, and she would smash every egg inside her with a sledgehammer. And then she would hunt down the bounty hunters that caught her and yank their intestines out their asses and ram them down their throats.

The Ringmistress shuddered in orgasmic bliss yet again. Claire started unskilled, but quickly learned proper technique under the careful tutelage of both the Ringmistress and Two. They had watched Bob inject the eggs and seal up his captives' rears, but Claire had no more tears to shed. She was now fully broken, a plaything of the Ringmistress, and was now learning to serve her properly. Two teased Claire, bringing her unwillingly to the edge of cumming, then would pull away, only to return a minute later, never letting the Space Girl rest, while simultaneously observing her oral skills, teaching her how best to lick another woman.

One had long since risen from the chair, and bound Four spread-eagle, dangling by her wrists. She had also gagged the Darrie, before beginning her session of sexual torture. She retrieved a box and a probipod and, after setting it deep inside herself, she proceeded to penetrate Four with it while pulling clamps from the box, placing them on the most sensitive and tender places of the lavender maid's body. Four endured it impassively, showing no signs of pain or discomfort. One took that as a challenge, and delved into her task with relish.

Watching One's attempt at getting a reaction from Four, the Ringmistress laughed inwardly. That poor girl would try for hours, but it would never work, Four was too tough. Remembering of when she had tried breaking Four herself, the Ringmistress recalled when she put the Darrie in the Baldanian Succubus' room. It had taken nearly a week before - the train of thought was derailed as Claire brought another amazing climax forth, powerful enough to distract the Ringmistress from thinking of anything else. As she quivered on the bed for the dozenth time, she decided it was time for another change of pace. Time to give Claire a taste of power under the Ringmistress's rule.

"Maids! Attend me!" Immediately, Two jumped up to help her Mistress to her feet, while One freed Four from her bonds. All three lined up before the Ringmistress, One still with the probipod sticking out, and Four still gagged and covered in clamps. Walking back and forth in front of them, the Ringmistress explained her plan. "One. You take too many liberties, especially in my own chambers. You will remove the probipod and hand it to Two. Then you will be bound to the bed as Claire initially was. Two, you will wear the probipod, and after securing One, you will be bound and gagged by Four, then you will use your pet on One's ass. Four will get three more probipods, including my own, and will place one inside herself and one in Claire. She will then be bound by me. Claire will be next in line, using her pet on Two's rear, with Four behind her, and me at the end. You will all be gagged and have your arms bound, then have your legs secured in place. This will be quite fun, I haven't indulged like this for quite some time!"

The maids jumped into action, One and Two quite irate at being the bottom of the so-called totem, but proceeded as instructed, unable to even consider the idea of disobeying, having been conditioned to obey their Mistress completely many years ago. Within minutes, One was gagged and bound to the bed, her neck secured to the bar at the foot, her arms strapped tightly into an armbinder, and legs pulled wide by leather straps. Two was behind her, also with a jaw-stretching ballgag and armbinder, and with her legs secured in place, the probipod already positioned inside One's rectum. Claire was still wearing all the same gear as before with one notable exception, the tail plug and resin shield were removed, to be replaced with the bulbous end of a probipod in her vaginal canal and the head of Four's probipod within her own ass. Four was bound the same as Two, and the Ringmistress was behind her, working the thick head of her mature probipod into Four's rear.

The feeling of having the bulbous end of a probipod inserted into her vagina was quite an experience. Claire could feel the smooth, yet bumpy texture as it stretched her wide. Already accustomed to such fullness, the size did not bother her, but she found that this end was much less disgusting, far easier to tolerate. Once it was seated in place, the end swelled up and its feeler legs stuck out ridgidly, anchoring it in place, and a nest of feelers was pressed up against her clit, both quite intense sensations, but not unpleasant ones. As the head was worked into Two's tight ass, the transmitted sensations caused Claire to gasp with unexpected pleasure. She suddenly wanted to begin thrusting, to feel more, but wisely held back, waiting for the Ringmistress to begin. And then, the familiar feeling of a probipod head penetrating her own anus. It was a fair bit smaller than the Ringmistress's own, and therefore much easier to tolerate. She still did not like anal one bit, but this was less repulsive than before, at least.

Once everyone was in position, the Ringmistress began to thrust, bucking her hips forward, causing Four to thrust into Claire's ass, and so on down the line until One grunted as she was violated from behind and unable to pass it on to another. Pulling back out, the Ringmistress returned to her starting position, with each of the bound girls before her following suit. As they settled into rhythm, an observer would note that it was like an orgiastic wave, washing forward and back.

Claire boggled at what was happening. She was not the one at the front of the line, forced to take it all while the rest were able to pass it along. She was instead violating Two and pushing her into One, almost like she was getting a taste of revenge at the two maids who had done the worst to her. It was quite a liberating experience, especially after all she had suffered through. The sensations transmitted by her probipod also added to her pleasure, practically feeling every movement of Two's rectum as she thrust in and out, the probipod transmitting everything, including the tightness and warmth. And with every thrust, Claire was that much closer to cumming. She began moaning into her gag, her thrusts got more violent, driving deeper into Two's ass, pounding her harder and harder, The moans turned to grunts, and then to a muffled wail as she suddenly exploded, the new experience of using a probipod coupled with the violation of one of her tormentors driving her to the heights of extasy. Her probipod spewed a great load of sticky white goo deep into Two's bowels, spurting on and on as Claire bucked and screamed in orgasmic bliss, the transmitted sensations from her probipod and the reaming out of her own ass combined to drive her on and on. Finally, after what felt like an eternity in heaven, Claire came down, sweating, and rejoined the group's motions once again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad serving the Ringmistress, if she was not always on the recieving end. Maybe she could be the tenth maid!

Out of sight of the others, the Ringmistress smiled, knowing that Claire would take the next step toward serving her fully and completely, loyal until death. And that was precisely why she placed Claire right behind One and Two. Her early orgasm was not entirely unexpected, but it was far more intense than the Ringmistress had anticipated. That was quite interesting. Claire might be more suited to being a maid than she had first believed. But that was a speculation for another time. Now, on with the fun!

The pulsating sensation began to change, morphing into a writhing sensation withing her guts. Eight guessed correctly that the eggs were hatching, the newborn... whatever they were, wriggling about, feeding on the goo surrounding them. Then one by one, the other girls began to experience the same change.

Bob noticed the hatching of his young, too. In order to help them grow, he had to feed them well, by bringing their carriers to orgasm as often and as powerfully as possible. Bending their soft bodies into new positions, he relieved the agony in their muscles while simultaneously placing them in even stricter positions. Leena was pulled into a horizontal spread-eagle so tight, she thought her limbs would dislocate, while Eight was flipped about into a hanging hogtie that had her wrists pressed against her ankles, and Nine's arms were yanked up, keeping her body parallel to the floor, while her legs were pulled out wide to the sides. Inside, Aki's limbs were pulled hard behind her, arms mashed against each other and pulled back between her legs as her feet were yanked up to her elbows. Then her head was mashed back, balling her up backwards even more, until the back of her head was pressing against the soles of her feet, all the while, being compressed from all angles by the wriggling wormy lining engulfing her body.

With that done, Bob swelled the vaginal tentacles, filling the girls more than ever before, and began to really work their pussies, twisting about, plunging in and out, and even vibrating inside them. Eight and Aki came almost immediately, followed quickly by Nine and then Leena. It was unending torment for the girls, their bodies exhausted by all the earlier orgasms, nerves hyper-sensitive. Climaxing no longer brought any pleasure or relief from the pain, only raw agony and waves of pain from having been overworked for so long and so hard. But still they climaxed, cumming hard and fast, the newborn in their bellies feeding off of the empathic sensations. And with each orgasm, the young they contained grew, developing traits linked with their hosts.

Within Leena, the infant probipods began to develop a mean streak, growing bigger and stronger than normal, with rough feelers. Aki's gained a fetish for bound girls, and especially redheads, while the probipods in Eight developed an unending hunger for orgasming girls and greatly heightened goo production. And in Nine, the infant young gained a much stronger empathic link, allowing them to actually gain limited emotional control in anyone nearby. These alterations from standard probipods were much greater than normal, due to the sheer intensity of both Bob's and their own feeding, far more nutritious to their race than any previous birthing.

The probipods grew rapidly, and within twenty minutes, were ready to be born. The girls felt a building pressure in their rectums, the young worming their way toward the exit, pressing against the large plugs sealing them in. Bob sensed their eagerness to complete their birthing, and, after forcing one final orgasm from each exhausted girl, he pulled Aki out again, and brought new tentacles forth. These pseudopods extruded a solvent for the bioglue binding the buttplugs in place, and worked it around the edges, slowly dissolving the adhesive. His captives renewed what little struggling they could manage as the pressure inside them built to a very uncomfortable level, but all were too tired to do more than burn off the last of their energy.

After several minutes, the bioglue was completely dissolved, and the tentacles withdrew, leaving the young to force out the plug themselves. One by one, the plugs slid out of their holes and banged against the floor. The girls were lowered to right over the floor, minimizing the distance that the young probipods would have to fall. And then, with sighs of relief from the tentacle-gagged captives, tiny, wriggling, phallic bodies wormed their way out of the stretched orifices, plopping softly on to the floor amidst a slimy stream that oozed out of the open rectums.

The door opened at that point, the maids Three, Five, Six, and Seven entering, carrying large containers to collect the newborn probipods. Three was a human with curly, light brown hair, hazel eyes, and unlike every other occupant of the room, had a small chest. Five had the angular features, slender body, and pointed ears of the classic image of elves, long, wavy, strawberry-blonde hair, amethyst eyes, and average-sized breasts. Six bore a look very similar to that of a demoness, with red skin, curly black hair, blood-red eyes, taloned feet, jet-black horns protruding from her forehead, and even leathery wings and a tail. And Seven was a lamia, a woman with a serpent's tail instead of legs, with purple hair, and massive breasts. Ignoring the pleading gazes of Bob's captives, the four maids harvested their bounty from the floor, remaining wary of Bob's tentacles, unsure of whether he was considering them for an impromptu second show.

Bob had no such intentions, and was instead preparing to revert to his previous form, similar to a giant anemone. Once all of the young were collected, about a dozen from each girl, the maids retreated, leaving Bob alone with the four captive girls once again. As a final gift to the girls, he spewed a thick paste down their throats, filled with nutrients and vitamins to help them recover from their horrific ordeal, and laced with a little something extra that would permanently alter their brain chemistry, leaving them all just a little more submissive. Once he filled their stomachs, he withdrew his tentacles from their mouths and pussies, as well as Eight's clitoral stimulator and nostril tendrils, Aki's nostril tendrils, and the entire head encasement from Nine, and deactivated the needles piercing Leena's nipples and clit. He then gently lowered them to the ground, releasing them for the first time since the whole thing began, and began to collapse in upon himself, returning to his original form.

Too exhausted to even move, all four girls lay there, and swiftly passed out. Moments later, the four other maids returned, this time with bindings for Aki and Leena, and stretchers to carry them all out on. As they loaded the unconscious bodies, Bob's electronic translator emitted what sounded like a contented sigh. Smirking, Seven winked at him, knowing it would be another four years before another show like this would occur. Turning back to the door, she rejoined the others as they dragged the abused girls off for treatment.

Slumped over top of each other, all five females rested on the bed. One, Two, Four, and Claire were still bound, and the probipods were still lodged in vaginas and buried deep in asses, but after having watched Bob's performance on the wall screen, the five of them had been driven to an incredible orgy, driven on and on by the powerful show until they were all too exhausted to continue. And then they collapsed in a heap on the bed.

Only the Ringmistress remained conscious, too excited over Claire's conversion to sleep. And so, she idly played with a pair of breasts, she didn't know or care who's, squeezing and massaging them as she plotted her next step. Eventually, seeing Bob release his girls, she came to a decision. But it would wait until they were all rested up.

While they all lay there, the probipods lay unmoving, seemingly tired as well, whether from the exertions or as an empathic response, no one could tell. The only thing they still did was to slowly trickle out the sticky white ooze, oh so slowly filling the bowels they occupied. It would be quite a surprise for all involved when they awoke!

Several hours later, Leena awoke. She was laying down, bound loosely to a bed in a spread-eagle, and was gagged again. Considering that she had no aches or pains, she surmised that she had spent some time in the blue ooze pool before being secured. Looking around, she noted that it was not a cell that she occupied, but rather, a peep show room. And she shared it with Aki, who was bound similarly, and already awake. Slightly miffed that Aki always awoke before her, Leena just lay there, and began plotting out several ideas on how to escape.

Not noticing her friend's awakening, Aki was currently lost in her imagination once again, dreaming of having Claire come in and make sweet love to her while she lay bound and gagged and at Claire's mercy. A puddle had already begun to form between her legs from all the fantasizing, and she hadn't even worked herself to orgasm yet. It was much harder than normal, though, which irritated the pink-haired hitheru, but she determinedly focused on Claire, trying to bring herself to orgasm. Unfortunately, the encounter with Bob had drained her sexually, leaving her unable to cum from just fantasizing.

After several long minutes, the door opened. Both occupants turned their heads, wondering what was about to happen. To their complete and utter surprise, Claire entered the room! She was wearing the green latex corset, collar, stilletto boots, opera gloves, and cat ear hairband, and even had the cat tail buttplug inserted, but was unbound and ungagged. At the sight of her, Aki moaned happily into her gag, shaking with delight. Leena, however, regarded her with distrust.

Claire approached them, her huge, bare breasts jiggling with every step, and stopped right between them. As her bound and gagged friends watched, she sighed and responded to their gazes. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, but Mistress has commanded it of me as proof of my loyalty. When I'm done, she said she'd dub me maid number zero. I... I just can't fight her. Not anymore. She doesn't even care about how we escaped last time, She just wants me to..." Her voice trailed off, unable to complete the sentence. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she bent down and pulled a box out from under Leena's bed.

Both Aki and Leena shivered with fear. Claire was free, but was actually considering being a maid for the Ringmistress? And what was she about to do to them? Their fright-filled curiosity was fulfilled: a mature probipod. As the watched, Claire worked its huge, bulbous end inside her pussy, inserting it deep, until it nestled itself into place. The massive end swayed about, almost like it was seeking its prey. Then Claire reached back into the box and pulled out several of the newborn ones. Carefully, she began to work them into Aki's vagina, and when that was full, she squeezed the rest into her ass. She then brought the probipod forward, and had it seal them in with a resin casing, similar to what she herself had experienced. The broken Space Girl then turned toward Leena, and climbed on the bed, preparing to rape her with the huge phallic creature.

Aki whimpered as she watched Claire climb into Leena's bed. How could she? How could her precious Claire fill her with those disgusting things and go make love to Leena instead? It was all wrong! Claire should be with her, and stupid Leena should be stuffed full of the babies.

Leena growled into her gag as Claire carefully placed the head of the probipod against her vaginal lips. Unable to do anything to prevent what was about to happen, Leena resigned herself to the coming rape, and instead focused on searching the situation for a way to escape. With the gag removing all chance of convincing Claire to free them, she had to instead look for another approach. Leena then grunted as Claire thrust in, sinking the creature in over half way. She fought to regain her concentration as the rape began, Claire working long, slow thrusts, the probipod writhing about, its feelers scraping Leena's vaginal walls.

It continued for a long time. Aki was forced to unwilling orgasms by the small creatures trapped inside her as they wriggled about, trying to make her cum. She wept as she watched Claire and Leena having sex right beside her, wanting to scream at Claire to do her instead, but prevented from doing so because of the gag. And Leena fighting against the violation brought on by Claire's assault, trying to think of anything she could do to free herself, but having her thoughts interrupted several times as Claire and the mature probipod forced her to climax unwillingly. Claire never came once the entire time, unable to derive any pleasure from her actions.

As Claire finally began to pull out, Leena sighed with relief. It was over. Then Claire pulled the thing out from between her legs, and spun it about, putting it in Leena! The asian screamed into her gag as the bulbous end was worked into her violated pussy, and the head was bent around and worked into her ass.

Once Claire ensured that both ends were buried as deeply as possible, she walked over to Aki. Leaning forward, she stroked the hitheru's bluish cheek and kissed her gently on the forehead. Turning back to Leena, Claire wanted to say something to comfort her too, but no words came to mind. So instead, she leaned over to say she was sorry, but before she could, Leena lunged out, grabbing Claire by the corset. Pulling the redhead in close, Leena glared at her, then let her go. Claire strode out of the room, her head hanging in shame at what she had just done.

Both girls lay there, watching Claire leave, the latex tail swaying back and forth as it protruded from her ass. Aki sobbed again, while Leena began to plot. Escape was possible, now. She fingered the metal hidden under her forearm as she waited patiently for the right opportunity. That strip of metal would make an excellent lock pick, and Claire had unwittingly provided it when Leena grabbed her, surrepititiously removing one of the boning strips from the corset. Now, to wait for the lights to go out...