Team Bondage! (CLOSED)

"Really? This calls for more investigation. It seems like you might not be the last of your bloodline after all. Intriguing."

They would investigate. Until this question was resolved, she would be a privileged prisoner.

"Fucktoy! See to our guest!"

The slavering sexbeast that used to be Mel entered the room and looked on Sable with a simpering look in her eyes.

"Master commands, Fucktoy obeys. Does Master require Fucktoy to pleasure him? Or the Huntress?"

Sable nodded. "See to her needs, Fucktoy!"
 
She flew to the bed as Sable stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

"Fucktoy please Mistress!" she cried, leaping on the bed.

"No - I don't need anything. Unless you can unfasten these chains?" I asked her.

"Fucktoy doesn't understand. Fucktoy only knows how to please Mistress by licking and sucking" she almost sang, straddling me and burying her head in my pussy.

I looked down sadly at the thing that had been my former friend. I didn't know what they'd done to her, but I knew that Mel must still be in there somewhere.

"Fight it, Mel, please. I need you" I whispered.
 
Over the next couple of days, investigations showed that the Huntress WASN'T the last of her bloodline. Her blood was still potent, though. She could still be of use. But would she succumb? She was remarkably resilient and stubborn. In the meantime she was well looked after by Fucktoy.
 
I'd spent the last few days trying to reason with the Mel I knew, but it didn't seem to be working. The only breakthrough I had made was convincing her not to lick and suck all the time, just sometimes lying next to me, and even then, on the few occasions when Sam appeared rather than one of the others to bring me food and water, she flung herself at him and worshipped the ground he walked on.
 
Sable returned to the chambers of the Huntress a couple of days later. He flicked away Fucktoy irritably then sat on the bed.

"It appears you are not the last of your bloodline after all. Now, we can kill you, turn you into a breeder or let you lead a smaller unit of hellspawn, seeing as there's some magic in your blood. We will still need total obedience from you if you are to work for us. Any signs of lip service, and you will SUFFER!"
 
"Well, I'm willing to take responsibility for the Hellspawn - I don't particularly want to be fucked senseless and I'm certainly not ready to die. But you'll have to be patient with me - I've never led anyone or anything - not even a dog. I can barely even lead Mel" I pointed out.

"I will try. And I won't just pay lip service - but I need help."
 
"You need help. That seals it, you are truly not the Huntress then. She would know what to do instinctively. But we can still train you. And indoctrinate you, of course." He entered her mind.

From inside her head his voice rumbled. "Now I imagine this is unpleasant for you, but this is what awaits you should you ever disobey us again. Posession. You'll huddle in the corner of your own mind, slowly going insane. Pretty much what happened to Fucktoy, actually."

He stepped back out again.
 
I gave a yell of fear, and tried to shake him out. But he wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't even hold my head as my arms were still shackled.

Mel, who seemed to recognise this state that I was in, was rolling around on the floor whimpering and moaning.

It took us both a few minutes to recover after he exited my head.

"That... that's what you did to her?!" I wanted to say more, but I guessed it was kind of a test, to see if I really was trying to trick them. The truth of the matter was I was horrified. To see what they had put her through, it made me sick to the stomach. No wonder she was a gibbering wreck. If anything, I felt even more sorry for her and more understood her plight.

"Don't worry. I'll obey. I have no intentions of being put through that again. So, what happens now? Are you going to leave me fastened to this bed until you believe you have at least indoctrinated me?" I asked.
 
As Fucktoy mewled and whimpered, Sable grew irritated.

"Take this wreck away!"

The door opned and two succubi led Fucktoy off, admonishing her for disturbing Master.

"Yes, that's what awaits you unless you obey. We will put you through some trials to see if you are of any use to us at all."

He unfastened the bonds holding her.

"And we're starting right now."
 
I followed him wordlessly out of the room. Whatever he had planned for me couldn't be as bad as what he'd already put me through, I reasoned.

People leapt out of our way soundlessly as he marched through the corridor. He was clearly not the sort of person you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

I nearly walked into him as he stopped abruptly at a door, and turned and faced me.
 
"Your first stop."

He shoved her inside something looking very much like a movie theater.
She was seized by some hellspawn and strapped to a chair, facing the screen. A movie started playing showing real war footage. Gruesome in the extreme, her head was fixed, and she couldn't look away. When she tried closing her eyes for too long, she got a small electric shock. As the film showed, they let Fucktoy into the theater.

"Pleasure her while she watches, Fucktoy!"

Fucktoy set to work on her, not letting up until she'd orgasmed several times while watching the gruesome film.

When the film was finished she was released from the chair and led to a door.

"Your second stop!"
 
I shook my head several times trying to rid my head of the images as I was dragged into a second room, with Fucktoy trotting along behind. But they were stuck there, they wouldn't go.

The second room just held a bed with a steel frame and chains attached. I was helped into the bed and chained there. Fucktoy took her place between my legs again and began to eat.

More war sounds were played into the room, along with voices telling me war was good, I should fight alongside Sable, take him as my Master and that once they had created Hell on Earth, things would be better.

I realised after a while it was being played on a loop. The idea was obviously at some point I would doze off and it would become some form of subliminal message.
 
Sable looked at Fucktoy eating out the Huntress. She was eager to please, that was for certain. If only the Huntress had the same zeal... he sighed. He still thought of her as the Huntress. But word was that there might be an even younger female descendant in London. What then? Did they posess her like they'd done with Fucktoy? Or would she bend to their will?

As she fell asleep (and that took a long while!) he entered the room and shooed Fucktoy away. Sam came to collect her, and she squealed with delight.

Sable entered her dreams.
 
I was walking away from the hotel where everything with Sable had happened, going deep into the surrounding forest. It was dark, but a full moon shone bright above. I could hear something following me. I turned around, but saw nothing. An owl shrieked above me.

I shivered, and began to run. I didn't know which way I was going, just that I needed to be out of this forest, and away from the hotel.

Then I heard it for the first time. A deep growl. Maybe a dog, or a wolf? After all I'd seen and heard over these last few days, maybe it was a Hellhound or a werewolf?

I screamed and carried on running. I could hear it running after me, howling. Lots of other howling started, and I fell to the ground, exhausted. Looking up, I was surrounded by 4 legged beasts.

As one leapt on me, I screamed and tried to sit up.

It was just a nightmare. I was the only one in the room. Even Fucktoy had gone, although the war noises and instructions droned on.

I put my head down again and dozed back off.
 
Sable replayed the dream for her, with some differences.

As she left the hotel, he called after her. "It's dangerous out there, Sonia! Come back! You're safe with us. We need you here!"

As the Hounds of the Lord (Domini Cane) caught her scent they started a merciless chase, ending in her collapsing exhausted on the street.

As the first dog pounced, Sable was there and fended them off of her, his power too great for them. After he'd chased them off, he turned toward her with a reassuring smile as he held his hand out for her.

"With me, Sonia. You're safe with me."

The dream ended and she "woke up" again. He let her drift back to sleep.
 
I didn't understand that dream. Why was Sable suddenly coming across as a concerned figure?

Shaking my head, I dozed back off.

This time, I was walking home from work. I'd decided to take a short cut through the park.

I was aware I was being followed, but initially I'd shrugged it off as two people walking in the same direction.

It soon became apparent that it wasn't just two people walking along. The man's footsteps quickened, and as we passed a particularly dark area of the park, he tackled me and dragged me into a bush. Before I could even scream, he had my mouth covered and his hand in my panties.

I woke again with a scream.
 
In the dream, Sable followed her. He was smiling at her every time she turned around, his most charming and disarming smile.

He caught up to her and propositioned her. She initially refused, but he forcefully pushed her into the bushes and pulled her panties off. "Pain and pleasure, my dear" he said as he entered her, causing delicious waves of pain and lust to ravage her. He gagged her mouth with his hand to dampen her moans of mixed pain and pleasure as he forcefully took her.

He again let her go to sleep to dream within dreams.
 
This time I was on holiday with some friends in a cabin deep in the woods. It was dusk, and I was walking away from the cabin to find some more firewood.

I hadn't gone far from the cabin - I could still see smoke rising - but I was far enough away that I couldn't see the building. I'd collected a large pile and was about to return to the cabin when I heard a twig snap.

"Hello?" I called, nervously turning to where the noise came from. But no-one answered.

As I turned back in the direction of the cabin, I gave a scream and dropped the wood. Seemingly from no-where, a man had appeared.

"You should have stayed with Sable when he gave you the option" he growled, bearing fangs then knocking me over. "You freed yourself - now you are prey to all the creatures you read about but didn't believe in."

With that, he sunk his fangs into my neck.

I woke up again in a cold sweat.
 
The dream remained the same, except the man was now Sable. He looked at her imploringly.

"It's not too late to join me, Sonia."

He moved in and gave her a passionate kiss on her neck.

She awoke to find Sable kissing and nibbling her neck.

"Join me, join us, Sonia!"
 
I moaned softly as he carried on kissing and nibbling my neck.

"You.. you still want me? Even though I have limited special abilities?" I asked, confused. "I do still want to join you, and help you. I'm just frightened that because I'm not this special person you thought I was that you're going to turn me into another Fucktoy."

I moaned again as his nibbling became more intense.
 
"Your blood still has powers, Sonia. Eminently well suited for when the real Huntress will command them. Blood of her blood and all that. You will spawn a victorious army for us, Sonia, and you will be a revered mother for legions of hellspawn."

With that he gave her throat an almost vicious bite while simultaneously starting to caress her breasts.
 
What was initially coming out as a shriek of pain came out as a mix between a moan of pleasure and a shriek of pain. Even though it hurt it felt good.

"Does that mean I'm being farmed out to all of hell again? Or just the Generals?" I wondered aloud, as I found myself getting wet again.

"If it would please you, I'd like to be fucked. I'd like to create for you" I moaned.
 
"With your special blood you will only breed with Hell's strongest, mainly me."

His hand moved to her exposed crotch and he started rubbing her labia as he bit her nipples hard enough for her to squeal.

"You will breed exclusively for me, Sonia!"
 
I screamed again, but I was getting wetter and wetter. So close to cumming for him.

"Yes - I'll work for you. I'll breed for you. I'll even learn to become a respected member of your community. Fuck me, please" I moaned.
 
"It's 'please fuck me', not 'fuck me, please'. One is a request, the other a command."

He stood over her, brutally kneading and pinching her breasts with one hand while gently massaging her clitoris with the other.

"Now try again or I will pleasure Fucktoy with my erection. In front of you, while you're tied up again. I know you didn't like it the last time we did that, Sonia."
 
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