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Savannah Edwards could confidently say that there wasn't much in the multiverse that truly scared her these days. Even before the day she accepted Sheol's invitation, she was feared throughout her homeland as the Pink Witch, a mythical mistress of magic who had seduced and enslaved countless men and women over the course of centuries. And now that she’d joined the Interdimensional Dominatrix Council and gained allies and resources she never could have imagined in her old life, her magical power and versatility had grown by leaps and bounds.
But if there was anything out there that could still make her fear for her life, it could probably be found somewhere in the S-locked worlds.
While members of the IDC were mostly free to explore whatever parallel universes they wanted, there were a few select worlds that Sheol herself had sealed off access to, deeming them so dangerous that she simply couldn’t risk letting their denizens sneak through a portal into another realm. Interstellar empires of order and chaos waging eternal war against each other, roaming gods of gold and silver willing to sacrifice countless worlds to achieve their goals, shadowy organizations on a never-ending quest to contain and suppress all paranormal activity - if it was behind an S-lock, there was a good chance it could destroy entire universes if left unchecked.
The only way an IDC member could enter an S-locked world was if they received Sheol’s explicit permission, and even then they would be actively monitored until they returned for safety purposes. Given how seldom Sheol gave that permission, most of them preferred to simply ignore the S-locked worlds in favor of less apocalyptic universes.
That was why, when Savannah’s long-time girlfriend and fellow IDC member Catharsis came up with a Halloween costume idea that would require a device from an S-locked world, Savannah had never even considered the possibility that she might be able to get her hands on one. In fact, the pink-haired sorceress had been so certain the plan was doomed to failure that she’d agreed to take part in the cosplay without a second thought, assuming Sheol would immediately shoot the idea down.
A week later, as she stared into the hollowed-out metal shell Catharsis had wheeled into her living room, a dismayed Savannah realized that her first mistake had been expecting Sheol to behave in anything approaching a predictable manner.
“...I’m not even going to ask how you talked her into this,” Savannah finally spoke. “Didn’t she say she was never letting anyone into that universe again after Jamie spent three months having a staring contest with a mausoleum?”
“Apparently, she appreciated the poetic irony of my idea,” Catharsis said with a none-too-subtle hint of smugness, patting the rounded top of her prize. “One of the most recognizable symbols of hatred and destruction in the multiverse, stolen and repurposed into a kinky Halloween costume for a night of love and togetherness.”
“Or more likely, she found out about our bet and thought it’d be funny to make me lose,” Savannah countered.
For a moment, the barest hint of a smug smile crept across Catharsis’s lips. “I can neither confirm nor deny that. Though I will say that getting Sheol’s permission was by far the easiest part of that expedition. Disabling one of those creatures is difficult enough under normal circumstances, but doing it without excessively damaging the outer casing took quite a bit of effort, even for me.”
Idly, she pulled a small metal cylinder from the pocket of her costume and began twirling it between her fingers. “And getting my hands on the final piece of my own costume… well, that was quite an adventure.”
Savannah’s jaw dropped. Science fiction had always been more Catharsis’s thing than hers, but even with her limited exposure to this particular universe, there was no mistaking the device her girlfriend was toying with. “How the hell did you get your hands on that? I know you’re good, but there’s no way you’re good enough to-”
“Pickpocket the prize possession of one of the most dangerous and intelligent beings in the multiverse?” Catharsis finished. “It certainly took a lot more time and effort than I expected. I could tell you how I managed it, of course, but I don’t think we’ll have time to go over everything before Sheol’s Halloween party starts.”
“But the party is still three hours awa-” Savannah stopped herself mid-sentence, realizing just how long a story it must have been. “...Oh. Let me guess: from your perspective, you were gone a lot longer than a week?”
“Much longer,” Catharsis nodded. “I usually try to avoid fooling around with time travel, but I didn’t exactly have an option in this case. Regardless, I think you’ve stalled long enough. After all the work I put into getting that shell, hollowing it out, and remodeling the interior, don’t expect to get away with chickening out at the last minute.”
“I wasn’t going to!” Savannah protested, looking deeply affronted. “I just.. umm… you’re sure that thing is cleaned out, right? If I’m going to spend the rest of the night in there, I don’t want to get genocidal alien germs all over me.”
“Sheol personally sterilized it the attosecond I dragged it back through the portal, and I ran it through every single scanner on my ship just to be sure,” Catharsis confirmed, laying a reassuring hand on Savannah’s shoulder. “If I wasn’t absolutely certain it was safe, I would never have brought it within a mile of you.”
“Aww, I always love it when you get all protective, Cathy,” Savannah teased. “It’s so adorable when you try to act like you’re the one wearing the pants in this relationship!”
“Unless the definition of pants changed to include stockings and lingerie while I was gone, I think you’ll find I’m the only person in this room wearing pants right now,” Catharsis retorted, gesturing down at her costume. She was, indeed, wearing trousers - as well as a dark brown fedora, a matching frock coat, and a red cravat. It would have been a fairly mundane-looking ensemble if not for the long, multicolored wool scarf wrapped around her neck.
“Fine, I guess you win this round, Cathy,” Savannah said, sighing overdramatically. With a snap of her fingers, her usual skimpy outfit disappeared in a flash of pink light, leaving her completely naked. Somewhat reluctantly, she turned away from Catharsis and placed her arms behind her back. “I suppose I wouldn’t be much of a girlfriend if I turned down a gift you worked so hard to get, would I?”
That was all the prompting Catharsis needed to begin bundling up her lover with the assortment of restraints she had prepared. As always, her fingers were tightly bound before any other part of her body, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to use any of her sigils to escape. This time, Catharsis had pressed her hands together palm-to-palm and wrapped them up in enough layers of silver duct tape that the witch couldn’t so much as twitch a fingertip. The rest of the roll was used to bind her wrists and elbows together behind her back, after which a red leather armbinder was slid over her arms and laced almost as tightly as it could go.
Once her girlfriend’s arms were secured, Catharsis placed a firm hand on Savannah’s shoulder and gently pressed down, prompting her to kneel so that her legs could be bound. Two more rolls of silver duct tape were quickly wound around her thighs and calves, effectively frogtying her, and a pair of round, black adhesive pads were stuck to the inner sides of her knees. The pads were one of Catharsis’s recent inventions, designed to magnetically repel each other whenever they came close enough together. As long as Savannah wore them, she’d be forced to keep her frogtied legs spread as far apart as possible.
The final touch was a device Savannah was all too familiar with: a bright pink panel gag with a long, thick rubber dildo mounted inside. She had forced Catharsis to wear it during their last session, and unfortunately for her, it seemed that turnabout was fair play. She grimaced a little, but opened her mouth as wide as she could, just barely allowing the massive phallus to be crammed inside.
It was funny, she mused, how the relationship of two proud, dominant women could be so heavily based on mutual submission. Normally, Savannah would have unleashed the full force of her centuries of magical experience against anyone foolish enough to think they could tie her up - and yet when it was Catharsis doing the binding, she couldn’t help but enjoy it.
“That should do it,” Catharsis said, proudly looking over her handiwork as Savannah fidgeted in her bonds. “It’s a shame I won’t be able to see that cute, flustered face of yours for the rest of the night, but I suppose sacrifices have to be made.”
To the end of her days, Savannah would deny that she’d blushed as Catharsis lifted her up and placed her down inside the open metal shell. She was the dreaded Pink Witch, not some lovestruck maiden who couldn’t handle a few teasing compliments from her girlfriend!
However, once the devices Catharsis had installed within the shell sprang to life, Savannah quickly found herself with much bigger concerns than a little embarrassment. Metal bands stretched up from the bottom of the shell and locked themselves over her frogtied legs, pinning them down. A leather posture collar clicked shut around her neck before being pulled back by a chain connected to the back panel, forcing her to sit upright.
And most irritatingly of all, a pair of vibrating plugs abruptly extended into her lower holes, making her squeal with a mix of pleasure and frustration into the dildo filling her mouth. Despite the powerful vibrations, she knew all too well that they wouldn’t be quite enough for her to actually climax. For all her sexual prowess, Savannah had a severe weakness to orgasm denial, and Catharsis never missed an opportunity to exploit it.
Admittedly, it was only fair, given how often Savannah took advantage of Catharsis’s extreme ticklishness.
“A bit loud for the role, but nothing a solid, soundproof shell can’t fix,” Catharsis teased, bending down and planting a quick kiss on the squirming witch’s forehead. “Don’t worry about missing out on the party, by the way. The camera in the eyestalk is connected to a screen in the front panel, so you’ll be able to see everything happening around you.”
With that, she pointed the cylindrical device she’d been playing with earlier at the shell and pressed a button, causing it to emit a high-pitched whirring noise. Almost immediately, the front of the shell slammed closed, trapping Savannah in near-complete darkness. Only the light of the screen Catharsis had mentioned allowed her to see anything.
“Now, since we’ve got some time to kill before the party, I suppose I should run some quick checks to make sure everything’s in working order. Movement?”
The device in Catharsis’s hand emitted a different tone, and Savannah felt the shell slide forward, backward, left, and right in rapid succession.
“Check. Blaster?”
There was another tone change, and a whisk-like appendage on the front of the shell suddenly fired a ball of shiny black latex straight forward. Catharsis easily sidestepped it, causing it to splatter against a chair behind her.
“Check. Voicebox?”
Another tone change, and Savannah heard a grating mechanical voice echo through the room, coming from somewhere above her head.
“EXTERMINATE!”
“And triple-check. I almost forgot how irritating that was,” Catharsis grumbled. “Still, that should be just about everything. I would have liked to get the plunger-arm and the hover feature working, but ironically enough, I didn’t have enough time…”
Once again, a hint of a devilish smirk spread across her face. “Luckily, I did have enough time to add something a little more enjoyable. It wouldn’t be fair to leave your breasts unattended when your crotch and ass are getting so much attention, would it?”
Inside the shell, Savannah groaned loudly enough to drown out Catharsis’s sonic screwdriver as two milking tubes stretched down from the darkness above her and affixed themselves to her nipples, pumping and tugging at them teasingly. She could already tell this was going to be a long, agonizing Halloween night, filled with overwhelming stimulation and endless denial as Catharsis paraded her robotic prison around the party like a trophy.
“Oh, and since I know how much you hate being edged, why don’t we make things a little more interesting? There’s a set of sensors in those dildos that will keep track of every time you’re denied orgasm. When we get home, if the final total is even, I’ll personally eat you out until you cum that many times - but if it’s odd, I’ll put you in a chastity belt for that many days. How does that sound?”
It was a testament to Dalek science that the shell’s soundproofing was strong enough to completely silence Savannah’s furious response to that suggestion. As much as she loved Catharsis, one thing was for certain: come next Halloween, the bounty hunter would find herself wearing the most insidiously enchanted costume Savannah had ever devised...
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