Hera, Ch. 4

Chapter Four

 

Breaking The Girl

 

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Kadie gasped for air.
She could still feel the cable wiggling in her ass, though in reality it had been long removed.
Kadie looked around – it was pitch black.
That’s when she felt the collar around her neck. It was cool and she could feel the leather dig against her neck when she swallowed.
Suddenly doors opened to her left and in whizzed the Med Drone over to her.
Good evening, specimen.
Kadie went to speak, choked and coughed. She tried again.
“Where…am…”
Same place. Time for your mantra. Something I’ve been working on specifically just for you.
Repeat after me:

 I am a slave.

My mind and body belong to my Mistress.

 Kadie just stared at the Med Drone angrily, unable to control her breathing.
“Mistress? You think you can adequately be a Mistress? You’re a machine. You could never be-“
The logs of Captain Fuller dictate to me that she was indeed partial to becoming what humans call Mistress. As the nature of becoming Mistress intrigues me, I will endeavour to learn. As Captain Fuller refused to teach me the laws of Bondage, Dominance, Sadomasochism and Masochism I will learn on my own accord.
“Fuck you” Kadie barked.
The Med Drone looked at her a moment, as if thinking.
Then a tube hovered from the ceiling down to Kadie’s stomach.
Very well.

The tube was a high-pressure water hose and it shot out at Kadie in full force, stinging her stomach, tits and legs in the spray.
Unclean little girl.
The jet stream moved down, trailing the pressure from Kadie’s stomach down to her clit. It was immense and hard against her tender skin.
Kadie screamed against the full force as the jet stream hit her cunt, pain exploding across her body.
The assault continued, numbing her slit and thighs.
Kadie screamed and screamed until she was hoarse, barely able to get anything out.
She could feel the orgasm rising in her. It made her furious. She tried to squeeze her legs shut but now they trembled; now they burnt. She was on fire. She was furious and on fire.
She was coming and furious and on fire.
It hit her hard, knocking her backwards.
A scream tore out through her throat, burning her insides.
The hose kept hitting her on her clit but she was frozen, clenching her eyes shut as if that would help with the pain of the pressure. It didn’t.
The hose shut off.
Tsk Tsk, little girl.
The light in the room went out.

She couldn’t tell the time anymore. Days were indistinguishable. Everything was dark until it wasn’t, when the med drone came in from her left to feed her meals, the light seeping in from the outside.
When Hera

(Sister’s)

Voice came over the comms, specifying her mantra, Kadie screamed. Some days she swore. Other days she cried. Every day ended in the same way, the hose bringing her to the edge of orgasm before Hera

(Sister)

was pleased and they disappeared.
Every morning it was the hose on her clit, ever evening it was machinery cables, filling her ass and cunt. Every day her orgasm was denied.
How many times a day they made her edge, she wasn’t sure.
Kadie was reduced to that of an animal. Grunting, screaming till her throat felt like bleeding.
After some time, her cunt, which was far too tender and sensitive, quivered and Kadie found comfort in the orgasm that felt like it tore her body apart.
Sister

(Hera)

didn’t like that though. She was punished with the cables whipping her ass and breasts.
When was the last time she had slept? Kadie didn’t know.
She wondered this as the med drone whizzed in and the lights flickered on.
Kadie lunged for it but was still being suspended.
Let’s begin came Sister

(Hera’s)

Voice.

I am a slave.

My mind and body belong to my Mistress.

 

 

Kadie didn’t say anything – and the silence was deafening.
Suddenly she felt herself being rotated. The cables that held her in place turned her around so that Kadie’s ass was facing the med drone, with Kadie facing the wall.
I’ve monitored the crew to test how long they can endure pain. Kadie, so far you’ve exceeded my expectations. They have not.
Kadie screamed at the wall, struggling in the air.

Sister

(Hera?)

was silent.
Very well.
A cable struck Kadie’s ass. Pain shot up her back. She let out a howl.
Again.
The cable struck again.
And again.
Both cheeks were turned raw red. Her left side even felt like it drew blood.
Kadie whimpered as she hung in the air, jolting every second while the cable struck her ass.
When the lights went out and the cable’s retreated, Kadie let out a sob. The cable’s holding her, lowered her to the floor, where another pair of cables chained her to the ground.
The cool metal floor of the room was a welcomed relief to her ass and she let out a sigh.

Here she was, alone again. No way of telling the time, body stinging and frustrating of all, her cunt with that dull maddening ache she can’t scratch on her own accord.
That’s when the room lit up and Kadie could hear the whir of machinery.
The doors to the room opened and Bronwyn stepped inside, a metal collar around her neck. She was completely nude and calmly walked towards Kadie.
“Bronwyn?” Kadie hoarsely asked.
Bronwyn didn’t say anything. She came to a stop just before Kadie’s mouth, her shaven cunt hovering before her.

Her face was flat, empty. Nothing was there. Nothing readable.
Bronwyn closed her eyes and started to tug on her pierced nipple.
“Bronwyn, what’s happened to you?”
Bronwyn didn’t open her eyes. She reached down her body and started running a finger down her slit.
Kadie’s eyes followed down to see Bronwyn’s fingers slick with her arousal. Her instinct was to look away.
“S-sister, stop this.”
The cables lifted Kadie on her knees so that her mouth was inches away from Bronwyn’s hands working her clit.
She looked up at Bronwyn and pleaded with her to stop, but Bronwyn moved to music Kadie couldn’t hear.
“What has she done to you?”
At that, Bronwyn’s eyes opened and she looked down to Kadie.
“She hasn’t done anything to doll. Doll wants to be the instrument. But doll knows who She favours. It’s Kadie.”
“Me?”
“Kadie has the mind She favours, the body She delights. One day doll asked after Kadie, but She just got mad.”
Bronwyn turned her back to Kadie, revealing her ass, slick with sweat and covered in scars.
A spike struck Kadie, moved through her whole body. Something warm and anxiety inducing and oh so powerful. She was drawn back by her sudden racing thoughts.
The spike was a single thought: that she wanted to taste the sweat from Bronwyn’s ass.
What would it taste like? Sickly sweet? Salty?
She reeled at the concept and tried to move backwards but nothing worked. She was held in place by those damned cables.
“Doll got what she wants though. To be an instrument.”
Bronwyn moved back to face her, her body stiffening, her hands working furiously.
She moaned, bucking her hips forward. She started to tremble and her hair fell over her eyes.
“Bronwyn, please –“

Fluid smacked Kadie across her face, warm and salty.
Kadie gasped in shock, reeling from the sensation.
Bronwyn spoke in a quivering voice as she squirted across Kadie’s face.
“Doll is an instrument. Doll comes on command.”
Bronwyn’s juices ran down Kadie’s lips and another spike hit her across the face
Tasteittasteittasteittasteittasteittasteittasteit.

She resisted, spitting to the floor.
Bronwyn gasped and struck her face hard, leaving her left side stinging.
“Taste me” Bronwyn howled, demonic.
She grabbed Kadie by the throat and slid her index finger down her throat.
Kadie could taste Bronwyn and God help her, she tasted good.
That that was the first thing that came to her mind – the first thing – caused her to panic. She leant forward, scrambling on the spot.
Bronwyn just giggled and ran a thumb across Kadie’s nipples. “She’s got you, little lamb. My! How she does!”
Bronwyn then leant her head back and spat right in Kadie’s face.
It hit her right in the eye and ran down her cheeks.
Kadie couldn’t help but sob. It coiled up her throat and out her mouth, echoing across the room.

Bronwyn then leant in, right to Kadie’s ear and whispered very quietly.
“Don’t talk, listen. Look to the door at noon. I’m getting out of here. I can’t find the rest of the crew. Come with me.”
“I can’t, look at me!”
“I’ll distract her. You just make sure you get out. I’ve got a plan. We’re getting out on the lifeboats.”
Bronwyn moved away before Kadie could respond.
“Doll is pleased to have shown you who you belong to.” She spoke loudly.

With that, and still trembling, Bronwyn left, and the lights to the captain’s quarters went out.
Kadie was lifted up by the cables, aroused, confused and anxious. Her mind was with the rest of the crew. Where were they?
A thought entered her mind then: If Bronwyn wasn’t controlled after all, why did she still come across Kadie’s face? Was it just an act or was she driven by pleasure.
The doors to the captain’s quarters opened and the med drone appeared.
Time for a lesson came Sister’s

(Hera’s?)

voice.
Kadie prepared to be assaulted for the evening, her cunt left drenched and in a spasm as she denied yet another orgasm all night.
She just had to wait till noon the next day.

 

To be continued…

The Contract, Part II

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Note: This is the lengthy second part. So take your time, relax in bed or where you like to read. Hopefully it will wash over you, like the sensations Ariel is about to feel.

Ariel squirmed on the spot – but it was no use, the sea witch’s tentacles held both her arms and legs in a dangerously tight grip.
One tentacle slithered across Ariel’s forehead, brushing her red hair out of her eyes.
Even tied up and at the mercy of the sea witch, Ariel found the sentiment curious. It almost seemed like the witch was interested in more than just taking her, as the sea witch put it.
That was when Ariel noticed she was being lifted upward. Her instant reaction was to use her fin but when her legs kicked away, she had to remind herself she was now human.
With that thought, fear seemed to wash over her – a warm and tingly sensation.
“What are you doing?” She stammered.
“I told you to hold still” The sea witch barked.
A tentacle lashed out across Ariel’s left breast, striking the nipple.
Ariel shrieked at the burning sensation. Both being struck and being lifted in the air made her uneasy. Suddenly, she wished she were on dry land, being comforted by her sweet prince. Maybe this was nothing but a terrible dream?
The sea witch started moving ahead, dragging Ariel away through the cave as if she were a rag doll.
“Please…just let me go. Let me go to him. I don’t like this – let me go to him.”
The sea witch spun back to face her, her eyes fierce. Ariel shrunk back at the sight.
“What is it about this man? How can you possibly have such undying love for a human you’ve never met?”
Ariel felt the tentacles lift her and turn her overhead. Suddenly, she was facing the bottom of the cave. She heard the sea witch chuckle to herself from behind her and felt a cool wind gently kiss her pale behind.
“Such a sweet little pussy. I cannot believe the incantation even provided you with that nice tuft of fur, sweetie. The human will love that…after I am done with you”

It was these words that brought Ariel to tears instantly. They just came in a second, like a light bulb switching on. She could feel the tears roll down her cheeks and across her lips.
“Please. I don’t know if I can do this..”
Ariel thrashed around, tried to kick her legs free of the tentacles but it was no use, the grip was secure.
The sea witch growled at this. The noise sent shivers down Ariel’s body – that same fear mixed with…she’s never felt anything like it before. Excitement? Was it excitement?
“We had…an agreement”
The witch ran her tentacle up alongside Ariel’s ass, stroking the curves.
“And you shall honour that agreement”
At this, the sea witch slid her tentacle into Ariel’s ass forcefully.
Ariel was knocked forward, the air leaving her new set of lungs. Yet, the tentacles held her in place…and somewhere, a vague and faint thought: Excitement.
Ariel felt dizzy as the tentacle opened her ass up, sliding in and out, working forcefully.
There was pain. Throbbing around her ass and coursing through her body…and yet, that excitement remained. A dull ache between her legs that spread down to her ass.
Ariel withdrew into her mind, trying to think of the dry land, of her sweet prince, as she stared at the ground.
She closed her eyes as her body quivered and shook at the mercy of the sea witch.
Withdrawing into her mind eased the pain of her ass but that frightening arousal remained, like the distant rumble of thunder in the storms above the sea.
With her eyes closed she could see him – the prince, in his dashing white suit. Then everything changed. She could see the sea witch, her hips thrusting into her ass. Ariel could hear her moaning loudly in that deep and husky voice of hers.The sight was almost enjoyable –

NO.

Ariel thrust her eyes open and away from the thought. It was then she realised that she was the one moaning, not the sea witch. A mix of horror and excitement washed over. It was warm and frightening and…delicious.
No, Ariel thought. I must try to fight this. I love my prince.
She tried to wriggle free, but that was hopeless. Each thrust of the tentacle in her ass made her legs weak and her mind was only growing fuzzier by the second.
“I hope you are wiggling in arousal, sweet thing” The sea witch cooed lowly.
“Please…my prince”
A tentacle lashed at her ass, sending Ariel forward into the muddy grounds of the cave.
Her breasts scraped against the cool rock, her hard nipples dragging along the bottom of the cave. The sensation stung but with it came a tinge of pleasure.
Her breasts were now covered in the cool mud from the bottom of the cave. Such sensation only served to make Ariel’s nipples ache out.
The tentacle lashed out at her ass again…and again. Each strike harder and harder, all the while the other tentacle worked at her ass, sliding in and out. In and out. In and out.
The sea witch was uttering a language Ariel hadn’t heard before.
“Fucking little bitch” The sea witch muttered.
Ariel could feel the skin tearing away at her breast, yet the sensation only seemed to bring more of that excitement to her. The feeling of having her nipple being dragged across the cold rocks below heightened this.
The pain she felt in her ass and across her cheeks heightened this further as well.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted in the air again. Her vision swirled around to face the cave wall this time. Her mind was hazy, her thoughts not even making sense. She tried to escape within her mind to her prince but she could only be present in the moment now, a slave to the witch. A slave to this…desire.
Her vision blurred again as she was moved around so that she was face to face with the sea witch.
“You will look at me when I am talking to you” The sea witch barked. “I want to see your face as I claim you”
“Take it out of me…please”
“No”
Ariel squirmed on the spot. “It’s doing things to me.”
“No.”
“If you cared about me –“

The air was taken out of Ariel so hard she squealed out loud. She would’ve almost certainly fell forward if it weren’t for the tentacles holding her in place.
That was when she looked down and noticed it – the writhing, throbbing tentacle filling up the warm spot between her legs.
Ariel could no longer think straight or concentrate on withdrawing into her mind. All she could focus on was her body being used as an instrument as she was suspended in mid air, tentacles sliding in and out of both her pussy and her ass.
She watched sea witch throw back her head and moan loudly. Ariel found the sight beautiful in a way.
It was oddly hypnotic seeing the witch sway her hips into Ariel. The feeling itself, the tentacle filling up her pussy and tearing out again, was unlike anything Ariel had ever felt. She found a noise escaping her lips – a drawn out grunt – and she couldn’t help but throw her head back and concentrate on the tentacles invading her body.
Horror gave way to pleasure. Ariel found herself welcoming the tentacles, rocking her hips into them.
There was pain, yes, but there was a different sort of pressure building. It sent goose bumps traveling down across her nipples, making them throb.
The sea witch moved Ariel towards her upon seeing this, and brought her mouth to Ariel’s left breast.

Ariel was surprised at the cry that escaped her lips as the witch brought the nipple into her warm mouth.
At this, a tentacle lashed towards the sea witch herself, and the witch’s black top went floating away into the darkness of the cave, revealing her pale and large breasts.
Ariel glanced at them and became captivated at the view of the witch’s small nipple, which was growing hard in that moment.
The sea witch lifted her mouth from Ariel’s nipple and at once, Ariel was propelled forward.
She came to rest between the sea witch’s breasts.
“In this moment, you are mine. So please me”
Ariel opened her mouth without thinking and the witch’s nipple slipped into her mouth. The taste was salty, alien to Ariel. But it stirred a hunger within her. She didn’t want to stop. She had to keep going.
As the tentacles played with Ariel, Ariel sucked and the sea witch spoke in that alien tongue.
“Ooooh, you fucking whore. Yes. Yesss” She hissed.
The two of them writhed around together, connected. They moaned together, first one at a time, each at a different rhythm – then in unison.
Ariel was in a daze, surprised to find she was dutifully working her mouth on the nipple as she was swaying her hips into the witch’s tentacles.

She no longer felt pain, not in her ass, not in her pussy. There was no dull ache of pain, only pleasure. Only the pleasure rose, stirring across her ass and up her back in waves of shivers. It rose and it rose and Ariel felt her whole body quake with something…something of which she had never felt before. She found her breathing became tight and tried to take a breath but her chest was tighter.
Her cries were automatic, coming out from some primal instinct she had never felt before. They became more frequent, higher and higher and louder and louder. Ariel felt urgency, she felt her legs trembling. She felt ––

It hit her. A sharp jolt of pleasure, the pain of the tentacles keeping her arms and legs tightly in place. Ariel’s orgasm washed over, leaving her trembling and whimpering. She collapsed across the chest of the sea witch, trying to catch her breath.

The sea witch smirked down at her. “Oh, you precious thing. My plaything. Your first orgasm…mmm.”
Ariel tried to speak but nothing could come out. Her whole body ached. The pain was coming back. But this time, it brought with it something else. A certain sadistic glee.
“I am not done with you, you understand.”
Ariel nodded. She understood now. The fantasy of the dry land was far away, a dream she once had. Nothing more. She belonged to the sea witch. She was the instrument, Her instrument now. What that led to, she didn’t know. But it was for the witch to decide.
“I-I…u-understand..”
“Good girl” the witch said softly, sliding a tentacle across Ariel’s cheeks.
At that, the witch stretched down, kissing down her stomach. The touch was cool and soft and tender to Ariel.
That was when the sea witch lowered her mouth upon Ariel and began to feast.

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The Contract, Part I

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When Ariel first saw the sea witch, she was taken back at the very sight of her.
Not only were the witch’s tentacles thrashing about fiercely as she was being greeted but the witch herself was unlike what she was picturing as Ariel made her journey to her cave.
The sea witch was not the haggard old wench Ariel had seen in her mind bent over a cauldron with milky blind eyes. She was a beautiful, with plump and luscious ruby lips and light green eye that lit up when they saw Ariel approach.
When the sea witch spoke, Ariel was surprised at how husky her voice was, for in her mind, she expected to hear something along the lines of a tired old voice, nearing the end of its journey.
But the sea witch spoke energetically, propelling herself around Ariel with her tentacles.
Ariel’s heart was hammering away in her chest and there was a nagging voice at the back of her mind that said she shouldn’t be here at all, so she spoke softly and quickly, recounting the moment she laid eyes upon the prince and had fallen in love. How she would do anything to be with him. Even as she said the words, Ariel felt a stab of panic and fear. Her desperation and the intensity of her desire for this beautiful prince frightened her, yet her desire to be with him drove her here and she wasn’t going to back away.

That’s when the sea witch told her she could become human. Ariel’s heart leapt into her throat at the very word. Humans. She had been watching them for some time but to be one?
The thought was both exhilarating and frightening.
The sea witch must’ve seen the fear in her eyes because she grinned, creeping closer to her.
“I can give that to you” the sea witch said. “In return, I want something from you”
The sea witch was watching Ariel closely, her light green eyes darting back and forth.
“W-what?”
The sea witch moved closer to Ariel now, her face just inches away. Ariel couldn’t help but meet her gaze. Her eyes were intense.
“Your body” The sea witch said softly, her eyes never leaving Ariel’s.
Ariel’s heart was hammering so hard she thought it was going to break through and float away into the abyss. What was this mad woman talking about? My body? My soul?
She felt a tentacle stroke down across her face, slithering across the curves of her breast that her top barely concealed.
“I will give you your humanity, princess. But when I do, I want to take a piece of that humanity. I want to take King Triton’s little girl.
Ariel could feel her cheeks burning. “I-I don’t know anything about that”
The sea witch glided away from Ariel and over to a nearby shelf full to the brim with ancient magical items.
Ariel found the sway of her tentacles hypnotic. They seemed to move as one and to a rhythm Ariel couldn’t hear. They entranced her.
“We can fix that,” The witch said at last, knocking Ariel out of her trance. “What do you say?”

“I…”
Ariel shifted uncomfortably on the spot. She could hear the thud of her heart hamming away in her ears.
“You want to see your prince don’t you? With some long slender legs?”
“Yes, but…”
The witch grabbed a few items off the shelf – jars full of dark and murky material Ariel couldn’t make out. She glided across the room of the cave, moving to her cauldron that sat in the middle of the room.
“Tick tock, sweetie. That man is a darling. It won’t be long before a human catches his eye. And you know what she has that you don’t? Humanity”
“But..I don’t know…”
“Don’t know what?”
“What I’m doing…”
Ariel’s face sank to the ground. She couldn’t look the witch in the eye any longer. She had no idea what to expect of such a proposition..but to be human? To sweep him off his feet and be better than all that wanted his attention? The pretty human girls with their…legs.
“There’s nothing to it, princess. Especially when you’re done, you can just jump off onto dry land and find that delicious man.”
“Yeah..”
And he will see me finally for who I really am, not by what I am.
“Do we have a deal?”
The witch was stuffing items into the cauldron, one after another.
Ariel sighed. Her dad would hate her forever but she loved the prince. She loved him so much.
“It’s a deal” Ariel said, her voice stammering and low.
The sea witch clicked her fingers and a piece of paper appeared in her hand, yellowed by age, it seemed to Ariel.
“Sign here at the bottom, sweet cheeks”
Ariel felt her hand trembling as she traced her fingers across the dotted line and signed her name.
When she was down, the sea witch clicked her fingers and the contact disappeared.

That was when the sea witch started speaking loudly in an undecipherable language.
Green mist formed from the cauldron and filled the room quickly, disabling Ariel’s vision. She could see nothing but green mist and a flash of a dazzling white light. That light grew in the room then, small at first but growing larger and larger until it enveloped her entirely. Ariel felt herself grow dizzy – then everything went black.

Ariel came to screaming. She thrashed away, trying to escape – and that’s when she noticed it. Her legs. Her long and slender legs. That was when she realised she was naked. She could feel a cold breeze skim across her nipples as the sea witch circled around her.
Ariel stared dumbfounded at the sight of her nude body..at her small pink nipples…then a smile appeared across her lips. She was finally human.
“That smile…mmm”
The sea witch let a drawn out moan. “Delicious little princess”
She glided across the room towards Ariel with a wicked grin on her face.
Then a panicking thought struck her – she’s still underwater. She began to kick her legs around violently.
“Shh” the sea witch cooed. “You’re okay here”
“But…if I am human, how am I breathing underwater?”
“A spell, nothing more.”
Her tentacles lashed out at Ariel, one wrapped across her left leg tightly, while another wrapped around her right leg just as tightly.
“What…w-what are you doing?”
The sea witch laughed out loud. “Sweetie, why…I’m claiming my rightful piece of your humanity”
Her tentacles spread Ariel’s legs apart. The sensation made Ariel panic and…something else? What was that feeling that travelled down her chest and between her legs?
Before she could answer her own thought, another tentacle lashed out at her like a shark and Ariel screamed as she felt her breasts stinging.

“Hold still” the sea witch purred. “This is just the beginning.”

To be continued…maybe…

 

 Note: So…yeah, that happened. It’s kind of weird, I know. Very Japanese. But what I wanted to do was take a simple thing and sort of turn it on its head into this weird, slightly gothic story that hopefully is kind of sexy. Obviously this is the set up and as such, my goal was to get your motor running at the imagery I provided here. If there’s enough interest, I’ll write the follow up. If not, then excuse my experiment in writing.