Disclaimer: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, femdom, yuri, and related sexual content. All characters are 18 or older at the time of the fic.
Author's Note from the Future: I'd wanted to save reposting this one until Christmas so it'd fit better, but Tumblr forced my hand. Meh, it's December, so I guess it's close enough!
This was a hard one to write - twelve captives, all six of my OCs, and (due to my poor time-management) only five days to finish it. I originally intended to make this an annual event, but staying up until 4 AM on Christmas Eve made me change my mind pretty damn quick. Still, I think I did a remarkably good job for someone writing on basically no sleep, so enjoy!
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At first glance, you wouldn’t think the Pit was the kind of place where Christmas cheer would abound. After all, it was an alternate dimension devoted to the concept of non-stop kinky sex and ruled by a nigh-omnipotent demon goddess who not only allowed, but encouraged her subjects to slake their lusts by kidnapping the residents of other dimensions. Not the kind of civilization that lends itself to a wholesome, family-friendly holiday, right?
Wrong. Very, very wrong. The Pit loved Christmas just as much as any other universe the holiday existed in - they just had some slightly different traditions.
For example, mistletoe was still hung over doorways, and it was still traditional for two people who wandered under it to kiss; it was just that Pit Mistletoe had a tendency to enforce this tradition by using its vines to bind the two people together face-to-face and not releasing them until they’d completed a sufficiently intense make-out session.
Presents were still exchanged under a decorated Christmas tree - struggling presents who moaned helplessly into their gags as they were “unwrapped” under an equally unwilling tree, who had been “decorated” with various bondage accessories and sex toys.
Cookies, fudge, and other sweets were cooked and shared with friends and neighbors. There was no twist there. Even the lustiest Pit Imps had time for delicious baked goods.
However, the Pit had one Christmas tradition that was unique to it: the Pit Queen’s Blessing, an event on Christmas Day organized by the ruler of the Pit herself, Lady Sheol…
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“Phew!” Tessa gasped, wiping her forehead with one of her six arms as she climbed up from the Milking Chambers beneath her cave. The Trapdoor Widow had been working all night to make sure her “cows” had produced enough milk for Sheol’s usual Christmas shipment. Even with hundreds of slaves being constantly pumped by specialized machines, their production enhanced by the special properties of her venom, everything had to be working at peak efficiency if she wanted to supply enough milk for everyone at the Blessing.
“Ah even had ta run out ‘n’ grab a coupl’a dozen extra cows jus’ ta be sure,” she grumbled to herself. “Them Pit Imps sure can guzzle that stuff!”
She opened her refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of her personal milk stash, which she promptly uncorked and took a deep gulp from. She swished it around in her mouth for a moment, savoring the taste before she swallowed.
“Ahh, nothin’ like a bottle’a Redhead Mage,” she said, licking her lips as she resealed the bottle and returned it to the fridge. She could already feel her body absorbing the latent magic in the milk, restoring her strength. It was a pity it only fixed her physical exhaustion without doing anything for the mental effects, but she had a separate cure for those. One of her hands idly grabbed a silver bell from the nearby counter and gave it a few sharp rings.
“Hinata, sugar! Tessa needs some lovin’!”
Awkwardly, Hyuuga Hinata stumbled into the kitchen, her cheeks reddened both from embarrassment and from the tight straps of the white rubber ball gag in her mouth. Her normal outfit had been replaced with a skintight catsuit made from lavender lycra, making it impossible for her to hide her bouncing breasts from Tessa’s lusty eyes. Her breasts were further accentuated by the ropes tightly looped around their bases, which also had the unfortunate effect of making them even more sensitive. Those ropes were part of an elaborate harness that criss-crossed Hinata’s torso, keeping her arms cruelly twisted behind her back in a reverse-prayer position and - much to her irritation - teasing her pussy with a tight, knotted rope that dug into her crotch. Her legs were left mostly unbound, save for a pair of cuffs that connected her ankles with a short chain, forcing her to move slowly and carefully or risk falling down.
“There ya are, sweetie!” Tessa said happily, casually creating a thin line of web to yank Hinata into cuddling range. “Told ya you’d get used ta the bell!”
Hinata whimpered as her multi-armed captor picked her up bridal-style and carried her into a cozy living room with a crackling fireplace. She nuzzled against Tessa’s arm, hoping to work off either the gag or - better yet - the collar around her neck. She’d learned early on during her imprisonment here that the collar was somehow connected to the bell, possibly through some strange jutsu. If she didn’t arrive at Tessa’s location within 30 seconds of the bell being rung, the collar would start shocking her until she did.
“Sorry, sugar,” Tessa said - not sounding very sorry at all, Hinata noticed - as she took a seat in a leather armchair in front of the fire. “That’s a magic collar, ya know? It ain’t comin’ off unless Ah take it off mahself.”
She pulled Hinata up so she was seated on her lap, then wrapped her lower two arms tightly around Hinata’s torso, just below her breasts. Hinata moaned in despair, knowing what she was in for.
“Now don’t be like that, cutie-pie!” Tessa cooed, using two of her free hands to tease Hinata’s nipples through the lycra. “Yer job is ta help me relieve stress, an’ what better way to relieve stress than cuddlin’ with a sexy slave? Ah mean, if ya don’t like it, Ah could always send ya downstairs with the others…”
“MMMPH!” Hinata cried into her gag, terrified. Tessa had shown her the Milking Chambers once, and that had been enough to mostly scare her into obedience. Compared to becoming one of Tessa’s “cows”, a little groping was nothing!
“Thought so, sugar,” Tessa smirked. “Now, Ah’ve got a few hours ‘fore Ah have ta send Sheol’s order out, an’ Ah’m gonna spend ‘em all right here with ya!”
As the spider-woman’s lips pressed against Hinata’s, the kunoichi did her best to return the kiss through her gag. She tried to tell herself that she was only doing this to buy time until Naruto could find her and rescue her, but as four firm hands began kneading her breasts and a fifth snaked down to tease her clit, she realized it was getting harder and harder to remind herself why she wanted to leave…
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Most people hated having to work on Christmas. However, most people didn’t enjoy their jobs as much as Catharsis did. Sure, Christmas was a busy season for a bounty hunter who worked in the slave trade, what with so many clients splurging on sex slaves for the holidays, but that just meant she got even more chances than usual to indulge her abduction fetish.
For example, the red-skinned alien was currently in the cargo hold of her ship examining one of her last shipments of the year, who also happened to be one of her trickiest captures to date. That wasn’t to say he was hard to kidnap and tie up, as he wasn’t much of a fighter and she’d taken down much stronger opponents. No, the problem was that the client had wanted him captured from a very specific point in time - namely, the point where he’d finally separated for good from the body he’d spent several years sharing with his own reincarnation. (She still wasn’t quite sure how that worked.)
It had taken her six attempts to snag him, but she’d finally succeeded. The legendary pharaoh Atem, better known as Yami Yugi, was currently occupying one of her cargo cells, ridiculous hair and all. His necklace and clothing had been taken from him, and he had been redressed with a black latex suit and a pair of black high heels that had been padlocked onto his feet. The outfit had been provided by her client, as had the gold collar around his neck, forged to resemble the eye symbol from the puzzle he normally wore around his neck. The collar apparently had magical effects, preventing his spirit from fading into the afterlife as it was supposed to and keeping him from accessing any of his powers.
The bindings, however, were all hers. Yami’s arms had been restrained behind his back with a leather armbinder, and a shiny golden ball gag was strapped between his lips. His erect cock - allowed to stand at attention by special hyper-elastic material in the suit’s crotch - was locked in a gold chastity cage. Rather than bind his feet, however, she’d continued the theme of gold accessories by placing a pair of gilded rings around his ankles. The rings were her own creation; when turned on, they generated a gravity field that rooted the wearer’s feet to the floor. Normally, she wouldn’t include her own inventions with her clients’ purchases, but what was Christmas without a little generosity?
Catharsis had even extended some of that generosity to Yami, though he was probably wishing she hadn’t. She’d programmed his cell’s internal escape prevention system to occasionally target his chastity cage with a special frequency of electromagnetic wave - one that made gold vibrate rapidly. She’d also programmed it to stop firing whenever he was about to cum; she wasn’t that generous, after all.
As she watched, she heard a loud whirring sound, followed by the telltale buzz of intense vibration, and Yami went from glaring and occasionally tugging at his restraints to moaning and frantically tearing at them. She took a moment to savor the desperation in his eyes before closing the shutter over the viewing window and moving to the next cell.
As soon as the next shutter opened, Catharsis was met by a barely-audible series of muffled swear words from the cell’s occupant. She had to admit, the volume that ninja girl could produce was astonishing.
Inside the cell, Mitarashi Anko continued the stream of unintelligible threats directed at her captor. She should have known the solo escort mission was a trap, but the possibility that the client actually did have information on Orochimaru’s whereabouts was too tempting to pass up. Sure enough, the old drunk she’d been assigned to guard led her into a forest rigged with traps. She’d just evaded the last of them when some kind of tentacle had wrapped around her leg and dragged her over to the old man, who promptly injected her with a syringe. The last thing she’d seen before she passed out was the man morphing into the same red-skinned girl currently looking at her through a pane of glass.
Well, technically, she was looking at Anko through two panes of glass. Catharsis knew exactly how slippery someone trained by Orochimaru could be, and had made sure she had as little wiggle room as possible. In order to make certain she had no hidden weapons, her clothing had been stripped away and replaced with a fishnet bodystocking that covered her torso, upper arms, and upper thighs, while doing nothing to preserve her modesty. The closest thing she had to real clothing was a black silk thong under the fishnets, and even that was only to keep the slowly-vibrating dildoes inside her ass and pussy in place. Her arms were kept in a box tie by a leather armbag, her legs were bound at the knees and ankles by black electrical tape, and her mouth had been stuffed with panties and covered by a tight black OTM gag.
The most restricting part of her bondage, however, was the reinforced glass case. Anko had been crammed into a narrow glass box that barely had enough space to accommodate her. Any movement more intense than slightly bending her knees was out of the question; even standing as straight as she could, her nearly-nude breasts were pressed painfully against the glass and her arms were completely immobilized.
Catharsis smirked and waved mockingly at the helpless kunoichi before closing the shutter. She had one more captive to check on before she could head out.
Within the final cell, Rinslet Walker kicked angrily at what she assumed was the door. She couldn’t tell for sure, as her eyes had been covered by a thick leather blindfold since she’d woken up in this chilly metal room. Much to her anger, her eyes were among the only parts of her body covered; whoever had abducted her in her sleep had also stripped her naked. Her arms were pinned behind her back in a box tie by a tight latex sheath, her mouth had been plugged with a rubber ballgag and covered with a thick panel gag, and her ears had been filled with some sort of putty that rendered her completely deaf. Worst of all, a belt had been buckled around her neck and attached to her arm sheath. In order to keep from severely impeding her air intake, she had to either strain her hands up into a reverse-prayer position or arch her back in a way that was not only painfully uncomfortable, but also showed off her chest even more.
Catharsis frowned as she watched Rinslet’s struggles. “Really?” she muttered to herself. “She thinks kicking the door is going to help her break free? All she’s doing is making a racket. Computer, engage the Escape Discouragement System in Cell C-3.”
Rinslet’s blindfold and earplugs prevented her from noticing the two small, saucer-shaped drones that flew into her cell. She took notice rather quickly, however, when one of them produced a riding crop from nowhere and began swatting at her chest. Screaming into her gag, she tried to run away from her unseen attacker, only for the other drone to begin spanking her with an identical implement. Soon, she was running around the cell in a panic, sobbing as she found herself unable to escape the merciless torture of her tits and ass.
“Much better,” Catharsis said, licking her lips as she closed the third shutter. Satisfied that her captives were properly contained, the shapeshifting bounty hunter exited the cargo hold to make her final deliveries of the year. Once this shipment was done, she’d be free to meet up with Savannah for the Pit Queen’s Blessing.
“I wonder what Savannah’s up to right now, anyway?”
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(Author's Note from the Future: Decided to retroactively remove Savannah's section due to dissatisfaction with the characters involved.)
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As Kujaku Mami’s forest-green high heels clacked loudly against the floor of the Dark University, she found herself already wishing the Christmas break was over. The main reason she enjoyed wearing high heels was so her students would always know when she was nearby, even if they were distracted or blindfolded. Their reactions to her presence not only reassured her of her success as an educator, but also allowed her to visually gauge each student’s progress. The newer students would become aggressive or terrified, depending on their personality and how many detentions they’d spent with her, while the more experienced ones would instinctively assume an appropriately submissive demeanor at the presence of a superior.
Unfortunately for her, there were no students in the halls at this time of year. Even an institution as strict as the Dark University understood the importance of relaxation, so the students were granted breaks from their studies over Christmas and summer. Granted, the “breaks” consisted of them being tied to their dorm-room beds and hypnotized into believing they were living much happier versions of their lives before being forcibly “accepted” into a college for sex slaves, but it still technically counted as a break. Besides, any other form of vacation would run the risk of truancy, and Mami simply couldn’t allow that.
Not all students were granted these breaks, however. Every school had its delinquents, and the Dark University was no exception. Most of these bad eggs were quickly broken of their rebellious habits after a few detentions, but every so often she’d run into someone more willful than the others. These students required much harsher discipline, and few punishments were harsher than being forced to stay in school over break for remedial lessons.
This, of course, brings us to the reason Mami was on her way to a lesson over Christmas break. One of her female students had been quite the troublemaker over the last several months. She skipped her classes whenever possible, she refused to complete her assignments, and she’d even been caught attempting to incite a rebellion shortly before Christmas break! Needless to say, she’d lost her vacation privileges after that little debacle, and she was going to be the sole recipient of Mami’s attention until classes resumed.
“Good afternoon, Katara,” Mami said as she entered the classroom. “By my count, it’s the third day of your remedial lessons. I don’t suppose your attitude has improved any?”
“MMMMGH! MMRRPH MMGH MMMMNNNGGGHHH!”
Unlike the typical Dark University student, Katara was completely naked. She’d lost her uniform privileges two months ago, and still hadn’t earned them back. A rubber leg sheath pinned her legs together, while her arms had been laced into a tight leather armbinder, which had in turn been tied to a rope running from a pulley on the ceiling, forcing the waterbender into a punishing strappado position. Although the rubber hood covering her head made it impossible to tell, she had also been gagged quite securely: her mouth had been stuffed with several pairs of soaked panties gathered from her more obedient classmates, and a panel gag had been buckled around her head for an added level of silence.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Mami said, taking a seat at her desk. “Honestly, you’re one of the worst delinquents I’ve had in years. Still, I’ve turned all the other delinquents I’ve had into obedient slaves, so I’m not sure why you’re so certain I won’t succeed with you.”
When Katara’s only response was to growl at her through her gag and continue struggling, Mami couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes.
“Sheesh, you’re a stubborn bitch. Now, let’s get on with your remedial lessons. This position - as you would have known if you hadn’t skipped class that day to work on yet another futile escape attempt - is called a strappado. It was originally devised as a method of torture, and was often tied strictly enough to dislocate the captive’s wrists. Since dislocated wrists are hardly any fun, a much more lenient version is used for BDSM play.”
Suddenly, Katara howled in pain as a floating whip materialized from nowhere and delivered a sharp lash to her ass..
“However, simply being less restrictive doesn't automatically mean this version is any less fun,” Mami continued, idly waving her hand and summoning a bamboo cane to begin punishing the backs of Katara’s thighs. “This modified strappado maintains the three key elements of the original. Firstly-”
Another flick of the wrist, and a pair of floggers were summoned to take turns smacking Katara’s breasts.
“-it keeps the victim in an unnatural position, increasing their discomfort. Secondly-”
This time, Mami snapped her fingers. Katara couldn’t hear the snap over her own gagged screams, but she certainly felt its effects: a pair of weighted clamps snapped shut on her nipples, making the pain from the flogging even worse.
“-it unbalances the victim, forcing them to devote energy to remaining upright that they could otherwise spend on escaping. Thirdly, and most importantly-”
One more wave added an electric wand to the mix, which quickly positioned itself near Katara’s crotch. Although her bound legs prevented the wand from directly assaulting her pussy, it was still more than painful enough to make things even more miserable for her than they already were.
“-as you’ve no doubt determined for yourself, it exposes all the most sensitive parts of the victim’s body for additional torture. Of course, in a true strappado, your legs would be spread apart, allowing your arms to be raised higher and exposing your pussy. Given what a troublesome student you’ve been, though, I decided to sacrifice some accuracy in favor of keeping your legs restrained. I hope you can forgive me.”
After about an hour of watching Katara’s helpless body being tortured - an hour Mami would not hesitate to admit she greatly enjoyed - the Dark Headmistress was interrupted by the sound of her watch beeping. Sighing, she waved her arm once more, dismissing the torture devices back to the nothingness from which they came. She stood from her desk and approached her panting student, then snapped her fingers. The hood and gag vanished from Katara’s head, allowing her to gasp for breath as she waited to hear what her captor wanted.
“Sadly, I’m going to have to dismiss class early today,” Mami said. “The Pit Queen’s Blessing is tonight, and I want to be there early enough to get a good spot in the line. Before I leave, though, I’ve got to ask you: are you ready to be a good girl?”
Her answer was a glob of spit impacting her cheek.
“I’ll… I’ll never give in to you!” Katara yelled. “I’ll escape here, or Aang will come rescue me, but no matter what happens, you won’t get away with this!”
Mami’s eyes narrowed as she casually vaporized the spit, leaving her face unsoiled.
“In that case, I suppose it’s time for a new lesson.”
She didn’t even bother waving or snapping this time. The hood and gag simply reappeared, as if they’d never stopped existing.
“This lesson will be on not taunting people much more powerful than you,” Mami said curtly. “Tell me, do you feel that odd ticklish sensation around your restraints, the one you weren’t feeling until now? I just multiplied the sensitivity of your skin by ten. Even the slightest touch is going to be hell for you until I come back tomorrow afternoon. I wouldn’t want to leave you alone until then, though, so I’m going to introduce you to about 50 new friends.”
In an instant, Katara erupted into raucous laughter, as if her entire body was being tickled mercilessly by feathers. This was partially due to her newly-increased sensitivity, and partially due to the fact that her entire body was being tickled mercilessly by feathers.
“Nobody ever said the life of a teacher was easy,” Mami mused to herself, savoring the tortured laughter of her current problem student as she left the classroom. “Still, if I don’t teach these poor, misguided boys and girls their proper place in the world, who will?”
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It wasn’t often that Jamie took a slave for herself. She was constructed as an instrument of Sheol’s will, a loyal servant who would perform the tasks her childish creator did not wish to perform herself. Even if she had grown to become the demonic goddess’s lover and closest confidant, she still saw herself as a servant first and foremost. As such, she was perfectly happy with procuring the slaves Sheol requested of her, processing and training them, then handing them off for her mistress to play with.
However, on occasion, the latex golem would request that Sheol allow her to keep one of her playthings. Sometimes, it was because the slave had angered Jamie for some reason or another, enough that she wanted to personally punish them. Other times, it was because she’d taken a liking to them and wanted to spend more time with them.
Ishizu Ishtar belonged to neither of those categories.
Capturing the Egyptian beauty had been child’s play for Jamie. Despite her skill as a duelist, she had no combat capabilities worth mentioning. The only hiccup was the future-sight granted by the Millennium Necklace, but even that had its limitations - she could only see a short distance into the future, and seeing the future provided no benefits if there was nothing she could do to change it. In the end, the kidnapping had come down to a good old-fashioned chloroforming in a dark alley.
As usual, she’d delivered the unconscious woman to Sheol and asked for instructions on what to do with her. She hadn’t expected the response she got.
“Whatever you want, silly! She’s your Christmas present, after all.”
“I… I beg your pardon, Lady Sheol?”
“I said she’s all yours! Have fun!”
“...Lady Sheol, did you honestly just send me on a mission to kidnap my own Christmas present?”
“In my defense, there’s a Godzilla marathon on TV. I would have gotten her for you during the commercial breaks, but I’ve been using those to play with those two blonde babes from the Pokemon universe I picked up recently.”
Regardless of her mistress’s usual inane behavior, Jamie could certainly appreciate her intentions - especially since those intentions had given her quite an alluring Christmas present.
“A greatly improved attempt, but your gyrations during the final section were terribly off-tempo. It seems I must remind you of the proper motions once more.”
Ishizu groaned into the scarlet cloth tied over her mouth, unable to resist as control over her body was stolen from her once more. The mysterious woman who had brought her here seemed to have some kind of rubber-centric magic powers, as she had woken from her forcibly-induced slumber just in time to witness the woman forming a new rubber outfit around her naked body. The outfit in question was an impossibly skimpy “sexy Santa” costume, consisting of a tight strapless top that barely covered her chest, a short skirt that provided a similar amount of coverage to her butt and crotch, fluffy white boots that reached almost up to her knees, elbow-length gloves made of red satin, and of course, a Santa hat that stayed attached to her head, no matter how much she tried to shake it off. She was certain the rest of her outfit had been similarly enchanted to stay affixed to her body, as it seemed the only logical explanation for why the slightest movement on her part wasn’t resulting in a wardrobe malfunction.
Not that any of her recent movements had been slight, of course. Her captor had decided to train Ishizu to dance for her amusement - specifically, an intense, erotic belly dance straight out of a particularly unsavory nightclub. Her methods were simple: first she’d use her powers to control Ishizu’s outfit, forcing her to perform the desired dance routine. Then, she’d relinquish control and allow Ishizu to attempt the routine herself. Any mistakes would result in the woman seizing control once more and forcing her through the routine again.
Naturally, the first time she’d been released, Ishizu had tried to flee. She’d barely made it two steps before her body decided to ignore her input and bend over her captor’s lap. One brutal spanking later, Ishizu decided she wouldn’t be trying that again.
As the latest demonstration of proper belly-dancing technique wrapped up, a buzzer sounded from the other side of the room, attracting Jamie’s attention and causing Ishizu to freeze in place.
“Sadly,” Jamie sighed, “it seems we’ll have to postpone the remainder of your dance training for now. There is only one hour remaining until the Pit Queen’s Blessing begins, and I’ll need time to ensure Lady Sheol is prepared.”
Ishizu sighed in relief. Even if it was her only option, she was grateful for anything that would prevent her from performing such a disgraceful dance yet again.
“However, you have improved dramatically since we began. As such, I would be remiss not to grant you a reward.”
To Ishizu’s horror, as Jamie stood from her chair, a cylinder of latex extended from her crotch and took on the form of a long, hard rubber phallus. Before she could even think of running, the suit took control again, forcing her to stand perfectly straight with her arms at her sides and her legs together.
“Relax, anal is far more enjoyable than you may have heard,” Jamie said casually, strolling behind Ishizu. The Egyptian girl could feel a hole form in the latex of her skirt, exposing her asshole. As the thick head of Jamie’s rubber strap-on prodded at her rear entrance, Ishizu screamed into her gag, begging for mercy that she knew would never come.
Unseen by Ishizu, Jamie smiled slightly as she plunged the fake cock deep into her slave’s hole. As the helpless woman fought back tears, Jamie reached around her and began fondling her breasts.
“Considering the circumstances,” Jamie whispered into her ear, “I should be able to spend the next thirty minutes with you before I need to remind Lady Sheol of the Blessing. And I assure you, I am more than sufficiently skilled to satisfy myself while preventing you from achieving orgasm until those thirty minutes have expired.”
In the small part of her brain that wasn’t occupied by the shockwaves of pleasure Jamie was sending through her body with each powerful thrust, Ishizu found herself wishing she was still being forced to dance.
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“Woo-hoo!” Sheol cheered, marching happily through the door of one of her infinite dungeons. “Another victory for the King of Monsters, and another humiliating defeat for King Ghidorah!”
She paused, letting her eyes roam over the other two women in the room. “Now, weren’t we in the middle of something before I left for epic kaiju-battle fun-times?”
Lusamine struggled to keep her focus long enough to glare at the insolent child who had ruined all of her plans. Right now, she was supposed to be in Ultra Space, forming an army of her beloved Ultra Beasts to crush her traitorous children and their pathetic friends into dust! Instead, this immature… thing had abducted her the second she’d set foot in the dimension she’d worked her whole life to reach!
Unfortunately for her, her attempt to look intimidating was foiled as she descended into another involuntary fit of moaning, causing a stream of drool to leak from the wiffle ball gag strapped into her mouth. As childish as her captor acted, she certainly knew her way around a coil of rope. The Aether President had been tied to a sturdy wooden chair with an unnecessarily large amount of rope, keeping her arms pinned inescapably to the armrests, her legs similarly trapped against the chair’s front legs, and her back perfectly pressed against the chair’s back. In addition to these excessive restraints, her torso was wrapped in an elaborate rope harness that dug infuriatingly into her breasts and pussy. The rope wasn’t the only thing teasing her crotch, though: two vibrating wands had been tied to each of her inner thighs, set to precisely the right speed to keep her constantly on the edge without letting her cum.
“Ah, now I remember!” Sheol declared. “We were trying to decide which of you was going to get to cum: the sexy Ragyo knock-off, or the sexy Champion?”
The “sexy Champion” in question, better known as Cynthia, was in no better condition than Lusamine. Like her fellow blonde Trainer, she’d been stripped of her clothing, bound with far more restraints than were strictly necessary, and gagged with a wiffle ball gag that stopped her from controlling her drool. With Cynthia, however, Sheol had decided to demonstrate the binding utility of leather straps. The Sinnoh Champion had been strapped securely to a concrete pole, with only her head, chest, crotch, and feet visible under the mass of leather pinning her in place. The straps also served the purpose of keeping the heads of two vibrating wands pressed squarely against her womanhood.
“So, who’s it gonna be?” Sheol asked aloud, ignoring the increasing pitch of her captives’ moans. “I mean, I can probably get away with letting one of you cum, but then the other’ll have to stay on the edge for… hmm, let’s say three days?”
As Sheol paced back and forth, pretending to be struggling with an impossible dilemma, the bound Trainers whimpered and moaned into their gags, each staring at her with desperate, pleading eyes in the hopes that they wouldn’t be the one to suffer another three days of orgasm denial and complete immobility.
“Well, I guess there’s only one fair way to settle this. Eenie, meenie, minee-”
Sheol was interrupted by the sound of the dungeon door slamming open.
“Lady Sheol, you must hurry!” Jamie urged, panting slightly. “The Blessing is about to begin!”
“Aw, fuck!” Sheol groaned, slapping her forehead. “I nearly forgot about that! Thanks, Jamie!”
She turned once more to regard Lusamine and Cynthia.
“Sorry, but it looks like I’ve gotta split! Tell you what, though - it’s Christmas, and I’m in a good mood, so you both get to cum! See you later!”
The buzzing of the vibrators nearly doubled in pitch as Sheol remotely raised them all to a much higher setting, sending both the bound blondes into a pair of screaming orgasms. As Sheol and Jamie bolted from the room, Sheol looked slightly concerned.
“Hey, Jamie? Do you think I should have told them I’m not coming back for them until New Year’s Eve? Or that I set the vibrators to double in intensity every 24 hours? Or that I-”
Jamie sighed. “I’m sure they’ll figure it out on their own, Lady Sheol.”
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“Where the fuck is she?” Savannah grumbled, standing on her tiptoes in an effort to see past the densely-packed crowd of Pit inhabitants surrounding the Queen’s Stage. “I know she’s irresponsible, but it’s not like her to miss something this important!”
“Actually, this is exactly like her,” Catharsis corrected, taking a sip from her bottle of milk. “My guess is Jamie’s just dragged her away from her latest toys, so she should be arriving right about-”
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IMPS AND BRUTES!” Sheol yelled, appearing from nowhere in a mushroom cloud of confetti. “ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?”
“Know-it-all,” Savannah teased.
“Just one of the many reasons you love me,” Catharsis shot back.
“As you all know,” Sheol began, adopting a pseudo-formal tone of voice, “every year at Christmastime, I bestow upon you all the Pit Queen’s Blessing: 24 hours of nearly-unrestricted playtime with two incredibly powerful slaves, ones who can only be captured by unstoppable badasses like yours truly. After all, what’s Christmas about if not sharing your sex slaves with your friends?”
To Sheol’s right, a round section of the stage lit up, creating a glowing column of light. With a dramatic gesture from Sheol, a blond male cyborg appeared within the column, nude and unbound save for a wide ring gag in his mouth. He immediately tried to cover himself, only to find that the light was somehow holding him in place, forcing him to stand with his legs spread apart and his arms crossed behind his head.
“Over here,” Sheol continued, “we have the S-Class hero Genos, student of the legendary Saitama himself! He may be a badass super-cyborg, but don’t worry - he’s all biological where it counts!”
Sheol looked back and forth, then leaned toward her audience. “I’m talkin’ about his dick,” she announced in a stage-whisper, sending the crowd into fits of laughter and creating a blush on Genos’s face.
Once the laughter had died down, another column of light appeared to Sheol’s left, and another dramatic gesture caused a nude figure to materialize in it, gagged with a ring gag and standing in the same position of Genos. This figure, however, was very clearly female, albeit a tad grimy and stringy-haired.
“And over here, we have the reality-warping villainess of the criminally-underrated Suicide Squad movie: Enchantress! Sadly, it seems she’s a little too magically-immobilized to entertain you with that sexy dance of hers, but I’m sure you can find other ways to amuse yourselves with her body!”
As the crowd went wild, Enchantress tried to channel her own magic to break free of the containment field, only to wind up screaming into her gag as the field’s defensive properties converted her attempted spell into an electric shock.
“Okay, you all know how this works!” Sheol said as the crowd formed into a pair of lines. “Only one at a time, unless you signed up to be in a group ahead of time. As long as you’re in the field with them, they have to obey your commands, no matter what. You’re free to bring your own toys, but if you need to borrow any, just let me know and I’ll hook you up. And most importantly of all, HAVE FUN!”
As the first people in line rushed into the containment fields, Sheol conjured a chair to sit back and watch the show. Tessa already had Enchantress pinned to the ground, all six of her hands already hard at work kneading her breasts. Mami, meanwhile, had manifested a riding crop and was currently testing just how durable Genos’s body was.
“Merry Christmas to all,” Sheol chuckled, raising a glass of milk in a toast to nobody in particular. “And to all, some great sex!”
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