Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

Another chapter. Late, but there should still be a chapter of one story or another posted this weekend.

There will be one or two more chapters to this story.

Content: ff, noncon, rimming, anal, strapon, oral

Zyria spent the time until the weekend trying to be as obedient as possible. She didn't want the Blaidwicks to get suspicious and throw any kind of wrench in the plans she and Miri had quietly made, in touch-code, while lying in bed in the evenings.

Irina seemed to be paying more attention to her the last few days before the weekend, spending considerable time while Zyria was doing her 'chores' hanging around and giving her instructions on how to do them. Zyria just tried to bear it and keep her head down. It became easier after the first day or so, when she realized that Irina was just being possessive and was not, in fact, getting suspicious. After that realizations, she even caught herself humming under her breath a few times while she worked. In her job at the SID she had mostly focused on stealth and subterfuge, and she hadn't often got the chance to engage in the interpersonal deception part of spying. A little thrill of pleasure went through her each time she thought about how well she was doing at it now.

She didn't see much of Lee, only the occasional few minutes as he passed through the apartment on the way to or from work. Still, now that she knew what he was packing in those businesslike pants he always wore, she found that she was often following him with her eyes whenever he was there. After about  the third time, she mused to herself that when she got out of there she would have to spend some of her time off investigating some of the subcultures in the city that were into the more extreme kinds of cosmetic grafting.

***

It took until the Friday just before the start of the Blaidwicks' vacation for Zyria and Miri to get their opportunity. That day, bot Irina and Lee left for work in the morning. Irina admonished them on her way out the door, telling them to make sure the apartment was ready for a 'special occasion.' She also insisted on scratching Zyria behind her ears again. Zyria had to stop herself from moaning when she did so. She had discovered that that area seemed to have a direct connection to her crotch, and the scratching of her 'Mistress'' sharp nails made her instantly wet.

She suspected that, when she got out and reintegrated with her original self, she was going to miss many of this body's sensitive spots.

As soon as their captors where out the door, Zyria rushed to the window. A few minutes later, she saw their car drive up to the exit. When they'd entered and drove off, she looked too Miri.

"Now?"

Miri nodded and walked to the room that should be over Lee's workshop. Zyria went to her and Miri's room. When she joined Miri, her hands full of the sheets off their bed, Miri was kneeling by a panel in the wall. As Zyria began to knot the sheets together, Miri pulled at the panel. Zyria held her breath, hoping that this would not be enough to trigger the security system. There had been no way to find out in advance, but as the seconds passed and there was no bolt of pain or sudden loss of control of her body, she relaxed.

Miri reached into the open panel and looked back at Zyria.

"Go," she said, quietly.

Zyria tied the sheets to a leg of the heavy dining table and opened the window. She looked down. The outside of the building was as smooth as she had been expecting, with no ledges of handholds. Far below, the distortion of the capture field was visible. At least she wouldn't fall to her death, though if she did fall they would be discovered, and she doubted they would get any more opportunities to escape. She yanked the sheets and was satisfied to see that the table barely moved.

"Here goes," she said quietly, and dropped the knotted sheets out the window. Moments later, she was dangling from the window, her claws gripping the sheets as she slowly climbed down. When she reached the window she was relieved to see that is was the same as the one she'd climbed out of, and that there was just enough of a gap where the window met the frame for her to get her claws into and slide it open. As she swung on the knotted sheets, she was grateful for the absence of the wailing of alarms. They hadn't really expected any -- what would be the point, at this height where no-one could get to the windows -- but it was good to be proven right.

Soon, she was standing in a cluttered room, shelves and benches along the walls strewn with all kinds of mechanical and electronic components. The floor and flat surfaces were clean, but everything else was slightly dusty, which was welcome but not unexpected. The Blaidwicks didn't let either of their captives in here to clean, and Zyria doubted Lee would risk a cleaning bot's judgement about what were works-in-progress and what could be thrown away. That meant he had to do the cleaning of the benches himself, and the dust meant that he hopefully hadn't been in here in a while, and that he probably wouldn't notice right away if she 'borrowed' some of his tools.

Still, she spent some time looking around for tools that didn't look like they were used often. With any luck she and Miri would be out of here in a day or two, but it made no sense to take unnecessary risks. Finally, she found a small case of electronics tools in the back of a bottom drawer behind a couple of boxes. Hopefully it wouldn't be missed.

Shimmying back up the rope with the case under one arm took a little longer than climbing down, but when she finally stepped back into the room upstairs, she saw that only about half an hour had passed since they'd started. She held up the case.

"Got it!" she said to Miri, who was still crouched by the wall panel.

"Good. Now close the window and put the sheets and stuff away. My fingers are cramping up." Miri's tone was short, but she was smiling.

Ten minutes later, the sheets were back on the bed and the case of tools had been hidden away in the back of their clothes closet. Zyria rejoined Miri and told her to stay in place a moment longer.

"I think we should get our tasks done, first," she said, sighed, but still glad to be able to talk freely for as long as the surveillance in this room was still disabled. "I'm going to have to tinker a little to find out how to disable the collars, and I don't know if I could finish before our 'owners' get home. So I'll look into it after we've cleaned up, so they don't get suspicious, and finish tonight, in our room."

"You're probably right," Miri said, in a disgusted voice, "but it's going to be hard, playing along with those two while our escape is in sight." She sighed. "Have you got anything else to say? Otherwise I'm going to stop this and close the panel back up. My fingers are cramping up."

Zyria shook her head, and Miri withdrew her ands and clicked the panel back into place.

"Come on, then," she said. "This apartment won't clean itself."

***

The cleanup and preparations for dinner didn't take too long. Zyria and Miri found themselves working quickly now that they had hope and a plan for getting out of their predicament, and they were ready with more than an hour to spare before the time they were expecting Irina and Lee to get back.

They immediately withdrew to their room, where Miri popped a wall panel and explained to Zyria how to keep the surveillance in their room disabled. It involved periodic and rapid disconnecting and reconnecting of the camera feeds, to keep the system stuck in a loop of connecting to the cameras without having it decide that they were damaged and sounding the alarm.

As soon as Zyria was in place, her hands busy with the cabling and her eyes fixed on her work, Miri retrieved the tool case and opened it. She kneeled behind Zyria and, from what Zyria could feel, began carefully poking at the collar to gain access to the circuitry inside without setting off any anti-tamper mechanisms it might be equipped with.

It was hard for Zyria to keep working at the panel, counting seconds in her head as she rhythmically connected and disconnected the cables. She expected at any moment for the two of them to shout in pain or fall over numb.

She could feel Miri picking and poking at the back of her collar for what seemed to be hours until she finally heard her exclaim, "Yes!"

"What," Zyria asked, hope rising in her chest.

"I got it open!" Miri said. "It wasn't too hard, with the proper tools."

There was silence for a while, broken only by the clicks of the cable connectors under Zyria's fingers and the occasional thoughtful hum from Miri.

"Ah!" Miri's exclamation almost made Zyria's fingers slip from her work.

"What?" she asked again, trying to suppress her annoyance.

"It's all custom work," Miri said. "No surprise, of course, even in the high-security prisons that use neural suppression, it's not combined with pain or pleasure induction. But it means that they couldn't use a tested and tamper-proof off-the-shelf device. I can figure out how to disable this. It's going to take some work, though."

"Oh, good," Zyria said, a feeling of elation rushing through her. This was going to work!

***

An hour later, Zyria's fingers were numb and she'd lost the feeling in her legs. Miri had been poking at her collar non-stop, and had provided a running commentary of what she'd found. The upshot was that she was closing in on a method to disable the collars, but that it would take about ten minutes to actually do, and the security system of the apartment would likely discover the sabotage within an hour when the collars stopped responding correctly to signals.

They'd just decided to go for it early the next morning -- the door to their room was locked automatically during their curfew time, and they didn't want to risk getting trapped -- when there was a voice from outside their room.

"Girls, I'm home!" Irina called.

It took Zyria a lot of effort to keep her voice from shaking as she called bac, "Coming, Mistress," trying to sound as normal and subservient as she could.

Behind her, Miri rushed to close Zyria's collar back up. Zyria could feel her hands shake. Half a minute later there was a click.

"OK, done! Let's put this stuff away and get out there before she wonders where we are and comes in here."

Miri closed the case and rushed to hide it away at the back of the  closet while Zyria closed up the wall panel.

Two minutes later, both of them walked into the living room to see Irina sitting on the couch, looking displeased.

"When I come home, I expect you two to welcome me. You both know this," she said, icily.

"We're sorry, Mistress," Miri said, quietly, with her eyes downcast. "There was an accident while we were cooking and we needed to get changed. We just wanted to look our best for you." At Miri's quick explanation Zyria was reminded, again, that the other agent had much more experience with the interpersonal aspects of spycraft.

Irina's expression softened slightly. "Then the intent was good, at least. But you should have gotten changed sooner then. I will discuss your punishment with your husband when he gets here," she declared, sweeping out of the room and toward her bedroom. "Make sure the table is ready. He will be here in about five minutes."

Zyria exchanged a look with Miri. She was sure they were both thinking the same thing: whatever Irina and Lee decided on as 'punishment,' the two of them would be able to endure it, and tomorrow they would be out of here.

They went to set the table for their captors' dinner.

***

Still, Zyria was nervous when Irina called Miri and her into the living room after they had finished cleaning up after dinner.

"Mistress?" she asked, as soon as she entered the room.

"Come here," Irina ordered, standing up from the couch. She'd changed clothes while Zyria and Miri had been in the kitchen, and was now wearing a knee-length skirt with a slit up the side and a severe jacked that put her cleavage on full display, all in black. It made her pure white hair and blood red varnished fingernails stand out even more than usual.

Zyria and Miri approached her and stopped a few feet away with downcast eyes. Zyria was dreading what was going to happen, but a small, shameful part of her was very aware of a tingle of anticipation down low in her belly.

"We have decided your punishment," Irina announced, bringing her hands up.

Zyria had just enough time to see what she was holding -- she really needed to get out of here, her situational awareness was deteriorating -- before Irina fastened a black leather leash to her collar. She looked up in surprise, but Irina immediately used the leash to pull her head back down.

"I wanted to give you this leash as a reward for being such a good pet, but I can also use it in your punishment." She wrapped the leash around her hand and strode toward her and Lee's bedroom, pulling Zyria along. "Your master will see to your friend's punishment. You just come with me."

Zyria looked around when they entered the Blaidwicks' bedroom. She'd been in here before, cleaning, but she hadn't paid much attention to anything that wouldn't help her escape. Now she took in the heavy, wood-framed bed, covered in red sheets, the massive closets against one wall and the wall-mirror opposite the bed. Then her attention was drawn to what she had thought was a wooden chest with a padded top. Irina was now pulling it away from the bed and then, with a couple of practiced movements, lifting the top up. It came up easily, wooden shafts below it locking in place and forming a framework until it looked like an exercise horse just a little lower than Zyria's waist.

With another tug on her leash, her 'mistress' moved her forward until her legs pressed against the frame. Zyria had already realized what was going to happen and was not surprised when Irina jerked on the leash again, pulling her head down until her torso was lying full-length along the padded top, her head just sticking out over the side. She could feel her short skirt ride up and reveal the bottom of her ass-cheeks. She spared a fleeting thought to wishing that panties had been provided in her wardrobe here.

"Good pet," Irina purred. "Now take your punishment, and maybe there will be a reward afterwards."

She kneeled down, one hand dragging down Zyria's arm on the way, her sharp nails scratching through her fur. The sensation was just on the edge of pain, and a pinpoint of heat blossomed between Zyria's legs in anticipation of what was to come.

A quick movement tied the leash to the bottom of the bench. Zyria took a deep, shuddering breath as Irina stepped out of her field of view for a moment, then returned with a pair of leather cuffs that she used to bind Zyria's wrists to the frame. A moment later, her ankles received the same treatment.

"You look good like this, pet," Irina's voice came by her ear. Zyria could feel her breath on her cheek and see her face from the corner of her eye for a second before she moved away again.

Irina's fingers hooked in the tube-top Zyria had picked out to wear today and pulled at it, lifting her a few inches from the bench before the cuffs around her wrists stopped her. Then, without warning, there was a ripping sound as Irina shredded the top with her nails until Zyria's torso was completely exposed. Zyria jerked in surprise, the cuffs on her wrists and ankles rattling against the wooden frame.

"You're allowed to struggle," Irina said silkily as she removed the remains of Zyria's top and flung them aside. "I know that body is stronger than a normal human, and you might have been able to break normal leather cuffs, but don't worry. These are specially reinforced with carbon wire."

She walked her fingers along Zyria's back, nails pricking her skin through the fur, then slapped Zyria's ass, hard. Zyria bit back a scream.

"Now for your punishment," Irina continued. "You master and I have the week off, as you probably know, and we were planning to spend it getting to know are new pet. We still are going to do that, but as your punishment I'm going to jump ahead and try some things you might not like very much." She flipped Zyria's skirt up and pinched her ass. "Or maybe you will, in which case it won't be much of a punishment, but that's a risk I'm willing to take."

There was another ripping sound as the skirt, too, was removed and then a hand squeezed Zyria's thigh. The muscles trembled as she fought the impulse to escape.

"Hmmm," Irina sighed. "All that power, engineered to perfection, and it's all mine... You're all mine."

She slapped Irina's ass again, not as hard this time but digging in with the nails. Zyria tensed again, the frame creaking as she struggled against it. Then a warm body was against her back, pressing her into the padding. Sharp teeth nipped her sensitive ear and Irina spoke, close to her ear.

"Like I said, you can struggle. You can even scream, if you want to."

She pushed herself back off. The shameful part of Zyria's mind wanted to whine at the loss of contact. Zyria tried to look around as she heard cloth rustle behind her, but the only thing she saw clearly was Irina's skirt as it came sailing past when Irina tossed it aside. Then Irina appeared in her vision again, hips swaying as she walked around her until she was standing in front of her. She grabbed Zyria by the scruff of her neck and bent down. She pulled Zyria's  head back and kissed her roughly as the collar dug into the back of her neck.

She withdrew, leaving Zyria gasping for air, and stepped forward until her crotch was inches from Zyria's face.

"I want to try out a new toy, but you're going to have to get me ready, first." Another step forward, then she canted her hips and pushed her pussy against Zyria's face. "Get me wet, pet."

Zyria opened her mouth and began licking. She went at it with gusto. She told herself it was to distract Irina from continuing with any 'punishment' she had in mind, but part of her just wanted to satisfy the rush of pleasure that went through her at the scent of Irina's excitement in her nose ==  and then, of her taste on her tongue. She thrust her tongue between Irina's folds, tasting her wetness and adding to it with her own saliva.

Irina shuddered and dug her nails into the back of Zyria's neck as Zyria worked at her, opening her mouth wide to thrust her long tongue as deep inside her Mistress as she could. She curled her tongue to hit Irina's clit, dragging the rough surface of her tongue over it until the woman was panting and moaning.

Then Irina pulled back suddenly.

Zyria, though her mind had been getting increasingly fogged by lust at her 'Mistress'' scent and taste, managed to suppress a whine. She did not manage to keep herself from straining forward to get one last lick.

"Eager, are you?" Irina teased, giving Zyria a scratch behind the ear that sent an instant bolt of heat down her spine to between her legs.

"That's good," Irina continued. "You're not done yet. I have a new toy to try out on you, but you need to get me ready first."

She turned and bent at the waist, then used both hands to spread the ample cheeks of her ass apart. Light glinted off the dark skins, especially where her fluids and Zyria's saliva glistened around where her pink inner folds were just visible between her puffy outer lips. She flexed her muscles and the near black pucker of her hole winked at Zyria.

"There's another hole that needs some warming up. Get to it!"

She backed up and pressed her ass into Zyria's face. Zyria hesitated only a moment. She had never done this with anyone other than her other selves before, but in her current, increasingly hazy state of mind, Irina's command was just too enticing. She opened her mouth and licked a swathe up the crack of Irina's ass, her long tongue allowing her to just reach from the edge of Irina's wet pussy, over her hole, and to her tailbone at the top.

She felt Irina shiver and her ass cheeks clenched beside Zyria's muzzle. She kept going, long slow licks from the top the the bottom of the valley between the globes of Irina's ass. The taste of her was different from that of Zyria's other selves, but she tasted clean and Zyria quickly lost herself in the sensation of Irina's skin and hole under her tongue. Each time her wet, rough tongue passed over the crinkle of her asshole it twitched.

When Irina's asshole was dripping wet with Zyria's saliva and had started to up under each lick, Irina suddenly pulled away. This time Zyria did whine. Even though she had received no direct stimulation herself, she was still hornier than she could remember being in a long time, and each time she shifted position on the bench she was manacled to she could feel that her pussy was dripping wet.

"Patience, pet," Irina chided as she walked to her closet. "This is for me, not for you. You're still going to get punished."

She turned and stalked back to Zyria. Zyria's eyes were drawn to what she had retrieved from the closet. It was a long, thick dildo, with two bulbous protrusions on one end.

"I haven't used this one yet," Irina said, as she stood in front of Zyria's face. "It should go in like -- uhn! -- this!"

Zyria watched unconsciously licker her lips, as Irina lifted up one leg and easily slide the front bulb into her pussy, making the dildo jut out from her crotch like a glistening blue cock. Then she reached behind her and let out a groan as her face contorted and the dildo shifted position. Zyria realized she must have slid the other bulb into her ass.

"Aah, good, Irina said, closing her eyes for a moment. "Now let's try it out on you, shall we?" She let go of the dildo and it swung down slightly, held in place now only by the thick bulbs in her ass and pussy.

She walked out of Zyria's view, her swaying hips making the fake cock swing from side to side. She trailed her fingers from behind Zyria's ears -- making Zyria shudder -- along her neck and down her back until she reached her tail. Zyria wasn't quite used to having a tail yet, but when Irina gripped the base of the tail and used to to hold her hips in place, she discovered yet another of this body's erogenous zones.

Zyria tried to crane her neck to see Irina behind her, but the collar kept her head too far down to see anything much. If she held her head down as far as she could she could look under the bench and only just see Irina's feet - in her high heels - and lower legs. The only thing she would tell from that was that Irina was now behind her.

Another pinch, with nails pricking her ass, and then something slapped against her pussy from below. She was pretty sure it was Irina's dildo, a thought which was confirmed when it slid back along her slit until the blunt end poked against her entrance.

"Normally, I would be gentle with this," Irina said, gleefully. "But since this is supposed to be punishment, I won't. Anyway," she added, giving Zyria's ass a slap, "I can see you're dripping already, my slutty little pet."

Without further warning, she thrust forward, impaling Zyria on her cock all at once. Zyria screamed, half in pain and half in pleasure. The scream trailed off as Irina immediately began fucking her steadily. Zyria found that she got used to the cock quickly, the small amount of pain that the sudden entrance had caused quickly fading even as the dildo stretched her and bottomed out with every hard thrust.

"Oh, this is nice," Irina exclaimed, slapping Zyria on the ass again. "Every time I fuck you I can feel it myself. But from the sounds you're making, I guess it isn't much of a punishment for you."

Zyria couldn't deny that even to herself, with the way she was moaning as Irina's dildo slid in and out of her easily, lubricated by her wetness. She closed her eyes as Irina continued pounding her pussy, letting thought of her current situation and her escape go for now and concentrating simply on the pleasure. She wasn't sure how long Irina kept going, only that she eventually reached the point as close to her orgasm as she could get without someone touching her clit.

She pulled at the cuffs around her wrists, knowing that she couldn't pull free but unable to stop herself.

"So close..." she mumbled.

"What was that?" Irina asked. "Address me properly, pet!"

"I'm so close, Mistress!" Zyria repeated, the nearness of her peak clouding her mind enough that she didn't care about dignity right then.

"It's... not... about... you, remember?" Irina panted, her thrust becoming irregular.

A moment later, Zyria felt her movements falter as she groaned loudly and then fell forward, lying full-length on Zyria's back. Even through the cloth of her jacked, Zyria could make out the soft breasts pressed against her back and the hard texture of her stiff nipples. Her hips kept moving slowly for a while, grinding against Zyria's and still thrusting into her in small motions, until finally Irina breathed deeply by Zyria's ear.

"I wasn't expecting I could cum from that," she said. "I guess it just hits me in all the right spots." A hand took the tip of Zyria's tail, which was twitching where it emerged from between their bodies. "You haven't cum yet, have you? Because I know you would have told me, right?"

"No-no," Zyria said, as the prospect of her climax slowly faded.

Teeth nipped at her ear and sharp nails dragged along her side. "What do you say?" Irina warned.

"No, Mistress," Zyria conceded.

"Good, because I'm not done yet."

Irina pushed herself up off Zyria and withdrew, leaving Zyria's pussy feeling suddenly empty. Then nails pricked her skin again as Irina took her ass in both hands, massaging it and digging her fingers in.

"I like a your butt, pet," Irina said. "Miri's is nice and full, but yours is all toned and athletic. It suits you, and I'm glad we chose this body for you."

It was another not-so-subtle reminder of why Zyria was here, but at the moment, pleasure still making her thoughts hazy, Zyria couldn't find it in herself to object, even silently.

She winced as Irina slapped her again, but couldn't stop herself from pressing back against Irina's hand when she kneaded her ass again. Irina continued for a few minutes, fingers dgging into Zyria's ass cheeks in a way that was just barely painful but still sent shivers up her spine.

Finally, she pulled her cheeks apart.

"Nice…" Zyria heard her murmur.

one of Irina's hands left her ass and the cock slid along her slit again, making Zyria jerk when it brushed her clit. Zyria felt a moment of disappointment when it was taken away, which turned into fear when it returned, the blunt tip -- slippery with her own fluids -- pressing against her asshole.

"What-" she began, but Irina's fingers dug into her ass and the pressure against her hole increase as Irina leaned forward. "Aah!"

Her ass resisted for only a moment. It had already become more relaxed when Irina was fucking her pussy, and now the head of the dildo popped inside suddenly. There was a jolt of pain as Irina thrust deeper, not stopping until the entirety of the cock was buried in her unprepared hole and Irina's hips slammed against her ass.

"Like I said, no gentleness for a punishment," Irina said, her voice harsh as she pulled out again, slowly but steadily. Zyria felt her asshole clench around the invading cock as it began moving in and out steadily. It moved fairly easily, lubricated by Zyria's own pussy juices, but it took a while for her unprepared hole to get used to the invasion.

Soon, though, as Irina kept steadily fucking her ass with the dildo, the pain faded to the background, leaving only enough to accentuate the pleasure now building in Zyria's body.

"Ah, you're so tight," Irina grunted, "and you're getting used to it, aren't you, you dirty little thing?"

Zyria said nothing, aware that moans were escaping her again. The shameful feeling was still there in the back of her mind, but the feeling of the thick cock pounding her ass and the way Irina's hips bumped into the unexpectedly sensitive base of her tail with every thrust pushed that and all other concerns aside as the pleasure rushed through her body. Even the thoughts of their planned escape faded from her mind as she concentrated, for the moment, on her current unescapable situation and focused purely on the feelings Irina's cock was setting loose.

Irina sped up, her dildo pistoning in and out of Zyria's ass  faster and faster. Zyria gave up any pretense of control and let her own moans and panting breaths escape freely, spurred on by Irina's own sounds of pleasure. Then Irina bent down, laying herself along her pet's back again, pressing their heated bodies together as her sharp teeth nibbled along the back of her neck. Her position meant that her hips couldn't keep up the same tempo, but her cock thrust deep into Zyria's bowels with every movement.

Eventually, as her ass became used to and welcomed Irina's thick cock, Zyria could feel her orgasm come in her reach again. She panted, struggling uselessly against her bonds to free a hand, desperate to reach her needy clit.

Irina shuddered and bit down hard on the skin of Zyria's neck, faltering a little in her thrusting as she moaned loudly in Zyria's ear, but soon she settled back into her rhythm. Her hand scratched its way teasingly along one of Zyria's struggling arms.

"What's the matter, pet? Too much for you?"

Zyria had no thought of filtering her speech in her lust-crazed state. "S-so close!" she stammered, "Can't-" she trailed off into another moan.

"Oh, you can't cum from this? Should I help you?"

"Y-yes, want-"

"Ask properly, pet. What do you want?" Irina said, her teasing tone tempered by her own sounds of pleasure.

"I want to cum! Touch my clit, Mistress!"

Irina's hand travelled along Zyria's side and forced its way between her stomach and the padded bench. Zyria could feel her fingers worm their way to her pussy, her stomach pressing into them each time Irina's cock pounded into her ass. Then they stopped, just short where Zyria wanted them to go, sharp nails pricking the skin just above her mound.

"Beg me, pet!" Irina commanded, nipping at Zyria's ears again.

Zyria was too far gone into the haze of sexual pleasure to give any thought to concerns like dignity.

"Please, Mistress! Touch my clit! Make me cum!"

A finger flicked down and just barely brushed her clit, making her thrash in her bindings. The wood creaked with the force of her struggles.

"Like this, pet?" Irina teased.

"Yes! Please! Harder, Mistress, I'm so close!"

"Good!" Irina's hand thrust further down, her fingers curling inward and finger-fucking Zyria's pussy while her palm rubbed along her clit.

Zyria screamed at the sudden extra stimulation. She felt herself approach her peak quickly as her clit was pressed into Irina's quickly-moving hand with every thrust of the thick cock in her ass.

She came moments later, a loud moan railing off into silence as her breath ran out. Irina kept fucking her as she squirted, her fluids splashing against the hands in her gaping pussy. Her ass contracted on the cock inside it, only increasing the jolts of pleasure as it kept pistoning in and out' sliding through the ring of muscles

Zyria didn't think she passed out, though her vision went black for a moment. She was aware of Irina peeling herself off her back, a sudden rush of cold as the air hit the sweat-soaked fur of her back.

She shivered when Irina's fingers slipped from her pussy and the dildo in her ass jolted her as Irina stood back up. She was aware of the dildo wiggling inside her, though it stayed buried deep.

Then Irina appeared beside her just as she got her breath back and opened her eyes again, stroking her head and murmuring soothingly into her ear.

"Good pet. You're learning how to beg properly." A scratch behind her ears made Zyria jerk against her restraints again. "You're going to fit right in here, and I think we'll all have a lot of fun the coming week."

A slap against her abused ass made the dildo slide a little way out of her hole.

"Oh no! That stays in!" Irina ordered, pushing it back in until the sideways bumps hit her ass again.

Zyria turned her head muzzily, blinking slowly as she took in Irina standing behind her, one hand reaching back to keep the dildo in place. She opened her mouth to speak, even though she wasn't sure what she was going to say, but Irina interrupted her with a finger to her lips.

"Hush, pet. I'm going to check on what your Master and your friend are doing." Zyria could hear faint, muffled noises from the other room. "*You* stay here for now, and keep my toy nice and safe inside! I'll be back in a little while." Her hand left the dildo and Zyria clenched her muscles to keep it in place. Irina kissed her on top of her head. "Consider it the last part of your punishment, as long as you keep it in there."

She turned and, hips swaying and a pussy juice dripping both thighs, strode out of the room. Zyria heard a scream -- from pleasure or pain, she couldn't tell -- from Miri as the door opened and closed, and then she was left alone.

It took a while before she could think completely coherently again, small aftershocks still running through her for some time. She didn't dare struggle, afraid that the thick cock would slip from her ass even though she was trying hard to keep it in place.

One more night, she thought. Tomorrow we get out of here.

She tried not to think about the little glimmer of disappointment in the back of her mind.
