Swinging her blade at the hostile armors and their tentacles, Isabelle makes a very brief moment of freedom for herself. Barely managing to get a breather and analyze the situation, she is grabbed again as soon as she manages to give the surroundings a thought and a possible plan. With the restraining tentacles having her held down, she only really had the option to try and fight away from the grab, which was exactly what she did. Penny was probably fingerblasting herself or something, so the maid did not really trust the rabbit to come for her aid. Why did she have to that whole water chug thing...
ISABELLE WANTS ESCAPE! 3 vs 15. Nope
Armors want Isabelle to crawl inside one so they can fuck her sideways.
11 vs 18-3=15 no
16 vs 11-3=8 yes.
Isabelle restrained 4/5. One more failure will result in a ride in tentacle armor.
Penny is still 2 rounds from helping, and has her own problems.
Trying to squirm free, the only result Isabelle got was to have all 4 of her limbs firmly held, being marched towards one of the suits by both of them, the one being wide open simply waiting to take her, the flesh oozing a thick clear fluid that had a smell that set Isabelle's hair on end with... excitement?
As if to clearly demonstrate her fate, the armor splashed some of it on her clothing, where it sizzled and melted away, leaving her skin tingling pleasantly, a small patch of her shirt now missing.
Meeting little success, Isabelle's bind only got worse despite her struggles. The idea of being subjected to these things and their whims was not pleasant, making the maid exert maximum effort until the bitter end or freedom.
ISABELLE FIGHTS FOR FREEDOM! But forgets to flail. No flail bonus.
11-4 vs 12. o.o;
ARMOR FIGHTS FOR SEXYTIME!
14 vs 5-4=1. Isabelle is Definitely stuck in a suit of armor getting her brains fucked out.
There was no use. If Penny hadn't become hampered, AND isabelle hadn't left her to her horny fate, she may have had better success not fighting these things alone. But as it stood, the maid alone was not enough. With one last tendril lashing around her neck, the armors shook all her weapons away, and then she was stuffed into the armor, which immediately closed around her, the helmet dropping down over her face while she was completely sealed inside.
The interior of the armor was slick, and warm, and at first it was simply everything Isabelle didn't want. but soon, as her clothing melted away, and every inch of her flesh was exposed to the squirming, hot, wet interior of the armor, she felt her body heat up quickly. Small tentacles in the helmet shot forward and pried her mouth open for a much thicker one that immediately filled her mouth, thrusting into her slowly and firmly, while below, she had to feel that slick, hot flesh caressing her folds and rear entrance teasingly, brushing and pressing slightly, before she felt two thicker lengths start to tease her entrances. With her tightly held inside and trapped, it took it's time, inching each tendril into her very slowly, letting her body warm up to her rape and her mind panic and realize the hopelessness of her situation as she found moving against the armor right now was impossible. It controlled her, not the other way around. Indeed, she was bound so perfectly, that if the armor moved, her body would be forced without question to move with it and as that reality sank in, the two tendrils below pushed deep.
Tickling her cervix and pushing the slick flesh deep into her ass, Isabelle was taken firmly from every direction, before the tendril in her mouth withdrew and a wide ballgag literally grew between her teeth, fleshlike tendrils wrapping around her face to hold the living gag in her mouth while she was raped inside the armor, the other going back to patrolling, letting her watch as it waited for Penny, if she'd even come out.
Back in the room, Penny was having her own problems. With the toy firmly locked in her folds pleasuring her relentlessly, she was left to squirm and hump her way through 5 impressive screaming orgasms, watching as a collection of other animate things crawled towards her. The first to find her was a heavy steel slave collar, which locked around her neck, a thick steel chain moving towards the door. A thick ballgag came next, forcing it's way in mid groan and locking into place.
her arms were pulled behind her by a collection of straps, that turned out to be a leather armbinder, full of squirming, tickling cilia that relentlessly teased her hands, arms, and armpits while holding her arms straight out behind her, forcing out her chest, and the last was a pair of shackles locking around her ankles, hobbling her steps to only 6 inches.
Once everything was in place, the vibrations stopped, but the toy could not be removed, so it simply rested, leaving her feeling very full, heavily bound, and now left as she was.
Outside, the other armor waited while Isabelle was fucked straight through one orgasm, and was quickly approaching a second as she was held completely helpless inside her own suit, and she was force to watch as the other armor moved to their room, and soon led the Viera out by a thick chain hooked to a heavy slave collar, both armors now walking them towards the basement, Isabelle in the lead while Penny was forced to follow with little careful steps.
Seeing the dildo seemingly floating out from under the bed, Penny spread her legs a little wider and gasped as it pressed against her. "Y-Yes... please, g-get inside of me. I need something inside of me, o-other than my fingers," Penny panted, spreading her lower lips with her fingers and letting the thing inside.
As soon as the thing began thrusting in and out, with Penny placing a hand on it, just to feel like she was contributing other than rubbing her clit, she moaned aloud for Isabelle and whoever else to hear. Penny squealed quickly after, cumming like crazy around the thing, her folds spasming around the knot as it entered her. "Oh gods, if mistress had a knot, I'd never be able to pull her out until she was done. We could be knotted all night long, and I'd have her all to myself, hmhm," Penny thought to herself as she came in bliss.
The next few minutes were spent squealing and cumming, and Penny was loving every second of it, completely oblivious to Isabelle's troubles outside. She managed to keep count of her orgasms though, somehow, her pussy spasming around the knotted dildo every minute or two as she came, her juices leaking out around the thing so heavily that she could have filled a gallon jug just about most likely. She could barely think straight as the next things came out for her, the slave collar clasping over her mistress's, which annoyed her, because that was her gift from Batest, and she wanted to show it off to everyone, to let them know who she belonged to, and who she loved. After the things had all gotten into place on her, basically binding her up so she couldn't move without a bit of help.
When the armor suit entered the room and brought her out by her chain, Penny whined and walked out on wobbly legs, her pussy so full and still itching like crazy, and wanting to cum again so bad she could barely think straight. "L-Looks like I... wasn't the only one in trouble huh," Penny commented as they were led along, stopping at the door to the steps, and trying to plant both feet on the sides of the doorway, to keep from going down, and pulling with all her might. If the armor began to tug more, Penny would hold herself firmly in place, until it was preparing to yank hard, where she would pull her feet off the sides, and go sailing down the stairs, aiming her legs at the armor's head and chest, and hoping that this would do enough damage for her to take that armor suit out, so she could try and get free to get Isabelle free.
No matter how much force she exerted, Isabelle was just not breaking away from the bind, a thing that was starting become a routine in her recent life for some reason. The insides of the armor were not quite as uncomfortable as one could imagine a clanky tin can to be, but the various slimy appendages probably had something to do with it, even as they the things started to molest the maid and seal her in. It quickly went to a full-fledged rape from there, the initial acts stressing Isabelle quite a bit in addition to their pleasurable effects which she could not stave off, no matter how much she might have wanted to. The introduction of the ball 'o gag made her feel a little better about it all, even when it was coming from a foreign hand... or tentacle... or whatever.
With a little bit of time spent in the armor, Isabelle was somewhat pleasure-struck again, but could make out what was happening around her regardless. Soo, both she and Penny were on their way to the basement, it appeared. Hopefully it was not going to be bad.
Penny's master plan would have worked brilliantly if she wasn't already hobbled with a short chain and couldn't get her legs further apart then sex inches. Though if she tried anyway she'd find out the armor had tentacles that would pick her up, shake her a little, and then set her back down to be led into the basement.
The basement itself was huge, and was more a dungeon then a basement. Penny was led down first and Isabelle would see her chain locked to a thick iron ring on the wall, giving her about 5 feet to move around in, which would get her nowhere inside an iron cell, while the armor moved to stand in another, continuing to make full use of Isabelle's helpless body while it waited for the other armor to return, setting up another set of manacles, an armbinder, and a slave collar and chain.
Isabelle and Penny would both be forced through another two orgasms, Penny by the locked toy, and Isabelle by the tentacles thrusting up into her holes while the flesh inside the armor teased every inch of her skin before Isabelle was pulled from the inside of the armor and bound up in an identical fashion to Penny. Her living ballgag came with her, and stayed firmly in place, while the collar was put on over her own snugly and she was chained to the wall opposite Penny in another cell, before being forced into the armbinder and hobbled with the manacles around her ankles.
Flickering lanterns provided just enough light to see eachother, and their bare cells, but that was about it, and Isabelle's trial was not over, soon having a toy matching Penny's sliding through the bars to force it's way into her slick depths, knotting, and locking, another key shooting out into the shadows of the rest of the cellar, the girls left to wait.
Penny tried anyway, only to get lifted up and shook around, before dropped back to her butt, where she was led along downstairs anyway, inwardly cursing herself for not thinking that through a little better. After she was down and in position for the armor's desires, Penny was coaxed into cumming twice more by the toys on and in her, her puffy little tail twitching wildly as her ears lay flat against her head in submission. The only thing Penny refused to give in on, was the collar that went over her mistress's collar for her, and she was constantly trying to get it off of her in some way or another, until she was completely bound and helpless to resist in any way whatsoever.
"F-Fuck... get off my neck. Only... only mistress Batest's collar is allowed on my neck," Penny would try and say through her gag, though if she couldn't speak at all, she'd think it at least as she tried to get her mistress's collar to show properly again as she awaited whatever else may come.
The trip to the basement was not too long a trip, but the place itself was a fairly big one, looking like a proper old dungeon to the maid's experienced eyes. It could have used a little bit of cleaning maybe, but that was not just possible at the moment.
Getting locked inside a cell and a whole bunch of restraints, Isabelle found herself back on familiar ground once again. She knew better than try to make a number of it all, so she went ahead and lied down on her side, actually kinda wanting it all now that she was more at home. While she was not completely fine with the idea of being a stranger's toy, she could draw a whole bunch of joy from her current situation at least.
Thanks to Batest's more twisted mind and enchantments, Penny did actually get her wish as her own leather slave collar absorbed the steel. It did not however, remove the chain or it's lock, instead melding them into place on her own collar leaving her just as helpless as ever.
Isabelle was actually having a better time it seemed being so heavily restrained in a cell with a toy to enjoy, and she could indeed derive pleasure from that. In fact it was forced on her as the locked and knotted toy in her folds started to vibrate steadily.
Laying down, Isabelle could watch Penny's struggles and hear her own muffled sounds of pleasure through her tight gag, and both girls had to wait for about an hour before anyone did anything with them.
It was a bit surprising however. Their first visitor was in fact, as they'd both guessed, their host from before. However, it was not as they'd imagined him. He was still completely transparent. A stereotypical ghost, and he looked deeply shamed by what he saw. I'm so sorry. I really am. I've been dead for years, that.... Thing, on the other side... It's doing all of this and I can't help save tell you where the exit is and neither of you is going to like it. It's on the roof, and this version of the guest house has 3 floors, not just 1. It's an old slaver home and well... You have all the time in the world to escape, your real bodies are both still sound asleep. Time doesn't pass normally here at all. But that wont help you. Only getting to the roof will, and then well.... You're gonna have to jump off. Be careful, don't let on that you know and do your best to get him to lower his guard or he'll never remove enough restraints for you to get away. I'm so sorry for you. He said, before turning suddenly and vanishing like a wisp.
Both girls were right on the edge of orgasm with nothing they could do about it, and they missed the sound of soft footsteps over their own moaning. When they came down from their pleasure high, they'd both see a middle aged man with bright silver hair and eyes regarding both of them, a trimmed goatee adorning his chin above a red and black satin shirt, and leather breeches. Mmmm, Two more for the blocks, and tasty to. You'll both sell very well once you're trained I'm sure. He said, snapping his fingers and causing every torch on the walls to burst into life, filling the dungeon with light.
What they both saw really didn't put them in a better mood. Every pleasurable device, restraint, and structure known to bent minded human kind was on display, including several pieces Elves were responsible for, and a menagerie of beasts waiting patiently in other cells. They weren't the only prisoners there either. There was a pretty woman in a cell further down, likewise very restrained, a Drow sleeping fitfully, hair a wild flame of violet and red and several piercings on her left ear, hips slowly moving in her sleep as they saw she as tormented by a similar toy.
Enjoying those by the way? I think every slave needs to learn right away that they're animals here for training. And what better way to break in a bitch then with a nice Knotting. he said, grinning from ear to ear as he watched them both.
From her spot in the cell, Isabelle could vaguely see and mostly hear things that were happening outside, though the constant grinding inside her distracted the maid a fair bit. The ghostly explanation given to her was not something she wanted to hear, as this thing would just make their quest needlessly longer than it already was. Soon enough, there was another entity there, giving them explanations and asking silly questions, which she might have given snarly answers to if she had not been gagged already. And from what she saw about this person, being gagged was preferable to conversing with him. There were other things of interest, which she did make mental notes of, including some of the devices and the other females there.
Penny watched as her mistress's collar she'd given her, fazed through the one put over it, and the two kind of merged into one, leaving hers with a leash hook spot. There was little else she could truly do at the moment, save wait for something else to happen. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait too long for the man from the night before to come in, and he... was a ghost apparently. Penny listened to the guy talking, sighing softly as he finished up, and then she groaned a bit before she looked over to Isabelle after hearing where they had to go in order to escape.
After he vanished, Penny hung her head a bit, moaning softly as she let herself cum again, if only to get that one out of her system. When the next guy came in, Penny wanted to break her bonds, and snap his neck for putting them into this predicament. She couldn't though, unfortunately. Penny could do nothing really, save squirm around as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, knowing that they would have to wait until they had a better chance of getting free. "Please... mistress... give me strength," Penny thought to herself.
Isabelle was left to her distractions and mental note taking. While Penny's prayers were answered. *Hrm? I can't. Too busy figuring out the enchantment I need to put a knot on my own dick to fuck you with. You'll do fine.*
It was less then helpful.
Seeing that neither woman was in a talkative mood, their host snickered to himself and snapped his fingers, summoning both keys for their toys into his hands.
Let's play a little game, I'm a great big fan of games. I'll let you two fuck eachother. The winner gets their toy removed, and the loser gets a trip to the Kennel. If you refuse, you Both go to the kennels for the night. he said, humming to himself happily as he walked into Penny's cell and retrieved the angry bunny, unlocking her chain only to drag her into Isabelle's cell and lock her collar to the maids.
Grabbing their ankle chains, he pulled their legs out so he wouldn't get kicked in the face, and unlocked both toys. Both girls would feel relief as the knots deflated and the tendrils around their waists let go, allowing the vibrators to slide free, but it was short lived as he pushed a double dildo into Penny firmly, and fed the other end into Isabelle.
First to cum twice wins. Just think, not resisting the pleasure at all makes for a more comfortable life. he said, slapping Penny firmly on the ass to get them started.
The bastard imprisoning the two only went on to further taunt them, coming up with some twisted games of his own to play with them, not bothering with the two unnamed ones. Those two were probably a little too far gone to be fun, so it was understandable that the stranger would be more interested in Isabelle and Penny, what with them being new and not completely subjugated. The game was going to start right away, with both of them getting pulled out from their respective cells and planted against each other to put them into a perverted competition of endurance. Not having the vaguest of ideas about which one of them would be the more durable one when it came to this, the maid just let it rip, throwing caution to the wind and going at it full force to make this go fast rather than slow. She would enjoy shoving her boot into this guy's mouth later, that much was for sure.
"M-Mistress... you... y-you meanie," Penny whined in her head.
Penny couldn't summon the strength at the moment to fight back or talk back to the guy as she was dragged over to Isabelle. As the knotted toy was pulled out, Penny heard what the guy told them they had to do, and she looked over to Isabelle, and noticed that her companion wasn't going to hold back any at all, so Penny didn't hold back either as the double ended dildo was shoved into both of them, bucking her hips like crazy to try and win. Penny was still pretty horny thanks to the drink earlier, but she didn't want to get sent to the kennels as this bastard had said... though she didn't want Isabelle to either.
AP Battle 10
2 orgasms to victory.
Penny 3/10
Isabelle 3/10
P-----I
12 vs 6
8 vs 6
4 vs 18
6 vs 11
4 vs 2
6 vs 5
20 vs 2 +2 AP for penny.
1 vs 3 +2 AP for Isabelle
20 vs 2 +2 AP for Penny. Penny orgasms first, reset to 3
14 vs 9 Penny does not get a bonus for this round, is stunned.
14 vs 19
16 vs 4
16 vs 13
12 vs 15
5 vs 20 Isabelle finally Cums, and hard. AP reset to 4 cos 20. Penny currently at 5
13 vs 12
1 vs 4 +2 AP for Isabelle
9 vs 19
8 vs 14
1 vs 8 +2 AP for Isabelle Isabelle cums the second time, Penny loses.
Both girls take to the task with gusto, neither one of them wanting to get sent to the kennels, and the toy is ridged in all the right places to provide their host with endless amusement listening to them moan and groan in forced pleasure through their tight gags. Reduced to chained up females in heat.
Penny proved at first to be the more enthusiastic lover, and that wouldn't surprise Isabelle, Lapine's always were, Penny the first to cum, squealing muffledly and arching hard underneath Isabelle while she convulsed in pleasure, pulling hard on her restraints. The maid was only a few moments behind her, and soon was cumming herself, all the bondage only helping her as she finally gave up on being salty about her situation and instead focused on being so firmly and inescapably bound, ramming the toy hard into both of them as she cried out, hair tossed behind her in ecstasy and her juices leaking around the toy in her release, cumming harder then she meant. There was no denying the power of that climax or how sensitive she was afterword.
This was where Isabelle had the advantage, Endurance. Being trained and sexually used at her own consent of course by Cerin for years giving her more then enough energy and stamina to simply keep going, keeping the toy pinned firmly and fully into Penny's cunt and simply riding it, the bunnygirl unable to get it to slide far enough back out of herself and into Isabelle to get as much pleasure as Isabelle was. But it was rising.
It came down to the very wire, but Isabelle became the victor, cumming a second time and screaming in pleasure, falling limp atop Penny, the act ramming the toy back fully into her and causing Penny to cum just after her. But it was 1 second too late for Penny.
Applauding them both, their captor made good on his word and seperated them, chaining Isabelle back up to the wall and holding Penny's leash firmly. The damned hobble chains were doing more in keeping them from fighting back then anything else. Hauling Penny to her feet, he didn't say anything, simply marched her to a door and through it, leaving Isabelle to finally rest without the constant teasing, freed from the knotted toy.
Penny was walked into the room, which was a kennel, a large mat covered room with 3 large male wolves all sitting immediately as their Master entered. Locking her chain to a large wooden post set in the center of the room, he forced her to kneel before carefully undoing her armbinder, and using leather straps from the walls to bind her wrists to her knees, so she couldn't raise herself any higher then her hands and knees, before changing her gag from a ball, to a wide, leather wrapped ring, holding her mouth open firmly and leaving her there like that for the wolves, who all converged on her, sniffing curiously at her body, the smell of her sweat, and her recent sex heavy on the air.
Returning to Isabelle, he looked down at her and then undid her gag, going to get a bowl of water for her which he set on the floor of her cell before regarding her. Well done. Any speaking without permission will see you gagged again and punished. Enjoy your evening. he said, leaving her in her cell and retrieving the Drow for something, setting her up out of sight on one of the devices, the sounds of her forced pleasure and orgasm the only sounds available to either Penny or Isabelle other then Penny who had 3 wolves sniffing and shuffling around.
Rocking her hips like crazy, Penny tries her best to drive herself to climax as fast as possible, her enthusiasm clearly greater than Isabelle's at first. Penny sighed softly as she and Isabelle kept going at it, though after Isabelle came, and simply kept going, Penny knew that she was going to lose, she could feel it in her bones. Sure enough, Penny came a mere second after Isabelle did, unable to keep bucking her hips along with Isabelle's to give herself enough pleasure to go over the edge.
Afterwards, Penny groaned and stumbled along as she was dragged away by the guy, unable to summon the strength to really fight, thanks to the orgasm she'd just had, and the fact that she was bound and gagged too much to really do anything. Seeing the wolves in the room, Penny cringed... not wanting to go through any more right now. She had to get out of here somehow... surely there was a way to escape and get her revenge, Penny thought, as she was chained down to the post and forced onto her hands and knees.
"G-Goddammit... I don't... want these d-dirty fucking beasts to have me. I can't let myself be dirtied like this... t-to not be worthy of you anymore, mistress," Penny said in her head, trying to find a way to keep these wolves from doing anything to her.
The two girls went about their engagement, Penny taking a bit of a lead at first, having the eagerness of a bunny there to back her up. She did manage to cum first too, which did not surprise Isabelle in the least, but that was where she stepped up her game, utilizing the tenacity and stamina she had gained from the long sessions with the Mistress. Keeping Penny down, she drove herself into a double release in a quick manner, earning herself the victory. "Sorry about that, Penny... but I am not going to give up just like that..." she thought, not being actually able to say it but still thinking it.
Following the victory and the two climaxes, the two were separated, Isabelle going back to her cell while Penny got the doggy end of the deal, which the maid did not see. While she might have wanted to get verbal at the man, or whatever that thing was, she did not go there, wanting to remain free from the constant molestation of the odd dildo devices. Thus, she kept her quiet, drinking the water when he had left. The noises did not bother Isabelle too much, her habit of enjoying and sleeping in bindings helping her filter most of it to the background as she laid down again, occasionally shifting about.
Isabelle, experienced and comfortable in full restraints, fell asleep easily after her drink, and didn't speak, which was the right move given her current situation. Her dreams were peaceful and filled with Cerin simply smiling at her, rubbing her hair and neck gently. You'll be fine.
Penny had less luck, and while she wanted with all her might to stay clean for her Mistress, she knew full well that the answer she'd gotten earlier was the truth and the crimson witch was busy trying to enchant her own penis.
So she was on her own, which reaaally didn't help her situation, though if Batest was not only not worried about her current situation, And Aware of it, why should she worry? She'd said she'd be fine. Penny would find comfort in those words.
Granted she was immediately brought back to reality as a cold nose and a very hot tongue found her folds, licking slowly at first, and then enthusiastically, and unable to leave the radius of her chain, or stand because of her binds, her options were pretty limited though she was welcome to try as the other two stood at either side of her, licking her sides and face gently, sniffing her out, their thick cocks sliding free and ready to use her for their pleasure, and likely her own as well.
With nothing to hold her back, Isabelle went on ahead and retreated to sleep, finding the dreams rather quick. Not expecting too much pleasantries upon waking up, she had the good fortune to dream about the Mistress, which was certainly desirable.
