Chapter 6 - Angel Blade: Resolution--Part 6

Part 6

How many times she woke over the next days, she couldn't tell. Moena lost track of how often she passed out, only to be awakened by some painful sexual stimulus.

At least she was no longer on the stone horse. They must have taken the opportunity to reposition her as well as remove her helmet one of the many times unconsciousness had claimed her. She was now on some kind of slightly padded table, and they changed her position every couple of hours to allow themselves some new form of entertainment this new posture might allow.

Part of the time they used crops or whips to torture her. Part of the time they brought back the electrical probes, most often when they intended her to pass out so they could again shift her into some new humiliating pose. They used clamps on her sensitive parts, sometimes adding weights if she didn't react as they had wished. They spanked her with a wooden paddle that made the sound of a small caliber firearm when it struck her bare ass. Wax... leather... ropes and knots... clamps... their creativity in finding new methods of inflicting humiliation and pain was surprising.

Yet even though they had her at their mercy, for some reason neither had raped her. Or perhaps they had but she had been unconscious at the time. No... she was sure she'd have been able to tell if one of them had used her body while she was passed out. Every bit of her erogenous zones were sore from the abuse she'd undergone, but inside she still believed she was unhurt, and the huge phallus of either mutant would have caused her intense pain later on, she was certain.

But just because they hadn't raped her didn't mean they hadn't molested her sexually. That had started the day before. They teased her with vibrators of wildly different styles, using them on nipples... ears... armpits... labia... anus... clitoris...

At the moment, they had her bound on her back, eyes covered with a blindfold, so Moena could only imagine what was to come. Her knees were bound high and wide, calf tight to thigh so she couldn't kick or even try to close her legs.

“Let's have some fun, shall we?” purred the voice of Chloe, and Moena bit her lower lip in anticipation of the pain to come.

She felt something wet dribble in a series of drops across her lower belly and across her crotch, but unlike before when it had been hot wax intended to sting and make her writhe, this was warm and there was no accompanying pain. Then the hand of her hidden captor rubbed over her skin in a shockingly gentle manner. It was then Moena realized that the drops must have been some kind of oil or similar substance as it made Chloe's caress almost... pleasant.

It was so different from what had passed before Moena didn't know what to expect.

“We know that we are much more alike than different,” Chloe explained. “The way your body react proves it. You were created for a purpose, just as we were. We are stronger than others... faster...

“And our appetites are stronger as well...” she said in a tone that was almost a coo, and her hand slid down over Moena's crotch, rubbing the slick oil over her labia and causing salacious sounds as she did.

In spite of knowing what the mutant woman intended, Blade couldn't help a small whimper of pleasure escaping her lips in response to the gentle probing of feminine fingers.

“... much stronger,” she finished.

And she curled her fingers up inside Moena's wet pussy, making the bound heroine gasp and arch up. It was embarrassing but she couldn't help it, the demands of her body overruling the finer sensibilities of her demure mind.

“See?” observed Chloe. “I can tell what you want.”

And then her fingers stopped caressing and began to drive hard and fast into the slick canal they had been teasing. It was no longer a seduction but an assault.

“NO! STOP!” cried Blade, but her body continued to arch up, raising her pelvis to encourage the savage treatment regardless of what her mind told her she wanted.

Normally, the general would have taunted and humiliated her, laughing at Blade's inability to control her desires, but not this time.

But her fingers made up for the lack of degradations by making Moena gasp and twitch uncontrollably, her hips moving independently of her will.

Chloe's strong feminine fingers moved faster, as if they were digging to uncover the pleasure hidden inside her victim's glorious body.

“No!” Moena was pleading. “Please! No more!”

But then the orgasm she had been fighting to suppress rose to the surface and her words changed dramatically.

“I...i...i-tai!” yelled the Angel on the table, and her body convulsed as her climax overwhelmed her. Not only did her body betray her utterly by disobeying her attempt to show no signs of pleasure, but her pelvis tilted up strongly as she squirted, ejaculate raining down on the surface of the table beneath her as it splashed around the invading digits of the woman dominating her desires.

But Chloe didn't leave off once she had made her point in such an obvious manner. Instead, if anything her hand moved even harder, jamming her hand inside up to the knuckles almost viciously again and again, making Moena's body continue to jerk and come, sexual juices spattering around and slowly soaking everything within range as her body kept recharging and releasing over and over.

It must have gone on for several minutes because all of Moena's extremities were a mass of pins and needles from her hyperventilating, unable to escape the continual spiral of repeating climaxes her body refused to deny.

Finally, unable to continue, her sweat-covered body collapsed back onto the table, twitching spasmodically as she tried to regain her breath, her mind stunned at the overwhelming sexual marathon.

Angel Blade had never been so tired after a battle before, and that was exactly what she had just fought... and lost.

The general's voice observed easily, “You see? Things can be pleasant when you let them be.”
