Yellow eyes turn to meet the wet, puffy blue. Malice oozes from them as Steel looks upon the trapped woman, and a faint curl of a grin sharpens her snarl. "If you admit what you are, it goes in smoothed and slick. If you won't, you get it dry. This offer does not last past a dozen of your panting whore breaths," she says. The whip relaxes its hold carefully at Elise's throat to keep her from passing out, but the threat of it and the soft strangle still cling around her soft skin. Within, the finger shudders and swells to press tighter at the woman's walls and squeeze juices around itself out down her thighs. It reaches up and presses against the back of her slick, drooling depths. Teeth find and tug softly at the dark haired woman's ear as a tongue flicks across the tender skin before it's released once more.

"Be honest about it, girl. You have to say it and mean it to save yourself the pain."

"Oh, come on now, bitch.... You know I can't do that." Trembling, even as the thick mushroom tip presses forcefully against her. Eyes instinctively squeeze shut, pants coming out ragged and rapid under the strain of the whip. She doesn't break eye contact, even when she gasps at the forceful propulsion of the rogue fingers, cock pressing insistently at her asshole. She shudders as the woman eases in to nibble on her, ear flexing in the grip of her teeth, wet with drool. She quivers, wedged between the well-hung woman and the cross, with nowhere to go.

"How unimaginative. You could have lied. It's not like I can read your mind," Steel says, grinning at her little joke. What thin concern had developed in her was seared off by the insult. Her hips slide forward to impale the woman slowly on the shaft. The thing burrows cruelly into her hips until that flared head causes a small clench of the tight muscle around the back of it. The solid gray creature works forward with her prey until Elise is again against the solid frame and truly pinned twixt flesh and metal with nowhere to curl to escape the shaft. That shudder elicits another series of soft, almost loving tugs at the girl's ear. With eyes still locked, a subtle change comes over the yellow-green, unnatural things, leaving them glossy enough to reflect back the blue pools settled upon them.

"NNNNNNNNN! CUUUUUNT!" Her neck turning left and right in the tight coil of the whip. She can feel the massive head of the cock pressing insistently against her anus, until it forces its way past with a vicious pop, the sheen of sweat providing no lubrication, sphincter squeezed glove tight around the bulbous head. It's barely in and it feels ready to rip her in half, only fitting with a brutal show of force, painful friction as the woman's phallus eases its way tightly in. She's held in a dramatic, muscle-aching pose, neck twisted back, sex pressed against the cross as the cock impales her forward, round cheeks clenched around the thick rod. Eyes dance in their small frame of movement, unable to think straight, dripping wet, face scrunched in pain, caught staring at her own pitiful reflection in the mirrored lenses of her captor's eyes.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten your cunt. If you're a good whore, I'll fuck you there next," Steel says before unleashing her cruel laughter into the woman's ear again. The shaft grinds slowly deeper and deeper until the thing his half-buried in the tight, clenching hole stretched harshly around it, then pauses as the last few chuckles of sadistic mirth escape the gray woman's lips. The finger continues to grow and shift until it's a thick shaft wedged into Elise's walls, yet short and deep enough to leave her entrance closed beneath it. The thing twists and presses and thrusts up within her sopping slit, stirring the juices around it and shoving hard against her the tight bundle within.

The grin splits Steel's lips farther as she tightens her grip on the weapon to cut Elise's airflow down again. She bucks forward suddenly, burying the dry cock into her with a harsh stroke and groans in pleasure into the woman's ear. "Better than being hit with the whip? Better than admitting what you are and accepting your punishment? I was so generous and giving with you, Elise, and you cast it all aside to take this instead. I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised you'd prefer it this way, slut."

She's unable to do more than gurgle in response to the woman, eyes rolled back, whip leaving a sharp red line of ridges embedded in her neck. Breath comes sparingly as the whip tightens, foggy, the relentless thrusts of the double penetration sending sharp stabs of consciousness through her body. Her netherlips are stretched open on the cross, sensitive, lightly muffed flesh glistening wet with reluctantly enthusiastic lubrication. Her rectum gaped tight around the shaft assaulting her rear door, far too thick for her to accommodate, feeling about ready to rip, then she jams it the rest of the way in, and El feels overfilled, choking sobs through her strangled throat, the woman's flesh flush against El's as the cock is buried to its hilt.

With a harsh gasp, Steel squeezes tighter against Elise and relaxes the hold on her throat. "Oh my, seems I was holding my breath as well until that was nice and deep in you, bitch. Now, I want you to scream, or moan, or fight quite hard and keep yourself as silent as you can, I don't really care. Mostly, I want you to remember that you asked for this with every little trinket you took, with every glass of alcohol you brewed or stashed aside, with every bit of contraband you traded or sold. Remember what you've done to yourself," she intones. With a cruel wrench, Steel's hips slide back and slam forward again, then draw back once more. The metal of the frame rubs tight against the woman's sex lips with each slow, pounding thrust. The shaft in her molten depths times its motions to match the nearly-rending one in her tight pucker. A long, cool tongue flicks out and collects tears from the puffy, sobbing eyes, which in turn bring a pleased purr to Steel's throat as she savors the taste of them.

Fingers curl feebly around the arms of the cross, ragged breath gasped burning down her throat as the Mistress releases the tight vise around her throat, unable to speak or scream, just gasping for fiery breath through sniffling sobs. Steel's heavy breasts and tight abdomen graze against El's back, painful criss-cross of red, faint drops of blood from sharp trickling a delicious circuit down the sharp curve of her back, white knuckles holding on for dear life as the thick shaft assaults her back door, each thrust easier, looser, as the fat rod opens up her hole, El left thoughtless, time broken now merely into moments of anticipatory emptiness punctuated by being stuffed in both holes, broad end of the wedge jamming relentlessly against her g-spot, slick and sopping, her tight closed hole smearing the cross sticky. She doesn't dare look the woman in the face for embarassment of the glazed, thoughtless lust in her eyes.

The gray woman laps up more of the moisture from Elise's eyes with the tip of the sharp tongue. Their bodies crash together evenly and roughly with each thrust, pressing gray flesh into the student's taut, smooth back and the slight curve of her ass. Steel's hands wrap hungrily over her prey's breasts and dig deeply into the tender flesh, tugging back on it with each rocking motion between the entwined bodies. The reshaped finger swirls itself against the delicate bundle of nerves within the pale-skinned woman, abandoning pretenses of thrusting to merely build further pleasure within her body.

"Don't you see, slut?" Steel whispers into Elise's ear. "Don't you see what you are, deep inside? You're another fucktoy, made for our pleasure. I beat you and you got wet. Now I ravage your body and you lose yourself. You'll always be ours."

She wants to scream, decry this bitch's assertions, but the sound that escapes her throat sounds more ilke the cry of a bitch in heat. She can't manage words, pik skin in fever pitch as the woman wraps around her in a gross parody of intimacy, little pink nubs at attention in the clawed grip, tugs and rubs eliciting gasped whimpers, body a network of warm, mortifying pleasure as Steel overloads her pleasure centers, radiating out from her sex as that finger relentlessly pleasures her love button as if reprogramming her as a slut, tying that gasping pleasure irrevocably to this sapphic rape, to the fat phallus pillaging her gaping back door deeper and deeper, ruthless, left drooling like a Pavlov dog.

And while her mind desperately tries to tell her it's not her fault, it's nothing but the teeniest of murmurs in the wake of her aching body, washed with a guilt that she knows deep in her heart only makes this all the more thrilling as her slippery snatch tightens, whole body clenched, mouth agape dumbly in the blink of a moment as she crests to release. There's one brief, lucid thought in that split second, as she stares down the face of climax. You're a whore, unknowing if it's guilt or reflex or truth and in this moment not caring in the least, nanosecond of blissful, introspective hell that seems to last an eternity.

That instant of lucid surrender, acceptance, or corruption hits the gray woman's psyche like a thick, pure-white line. An insane smile splits her face in half as she buries herself tighter and harder against Elise.

Steel has to work quick and focus, though. Invisible tendrils lace the student's mind with a small mental marker, and, mid-stroke, Miss Steel bends forward and whispers flatly into her prey's ear.

"Seek the woman in the brown cloak. Assist her," the gray woman hisses in a deep register to dig it into Elise's subconscious. Steel's voice picks up its normal volume and tone as she growls hungrily and lets the narcotic suffuse her mind.

The hot gray body trembles and tenses against the pale woman as the growl becomes a rolling moan. The shaft buried in Elise's ass shakes as hot fluid pours into her, flooding her bowels with a wash of heat. Fingers dig harder still into the woman's soft breasts as a shuddering groan continues to quake from the monster's throat. As the climax washes over the gray woman, the digit within melts into Elise's juices and vanishes completely.

Steel pulls back, her shaft dissolving back into herself, and collapses into a simple metal chair that wasn't there a moment ago. She pants and stares blankly up at Elise, lost on the lust, suffering, and pain in the air.

She gasps and grunts like a common animal. At the moment, her mind is nothing but mush, battered away by the white hot wave of orgasm, body moving in harmony with the monster now as a torrent of spunk pumps ruthlessly into her, warming her from the belly. Those words, indistinguished at the moment, sink deep into her cranium but all she cares about at this moment is the woman's meat filling her, unleashing its load into her eager hole.

She's left gasping, hanging from the cross, her face lowered shamefully, too humiliated to speak. Every deviant juice imaginable drips from her soaking body, drool from open mouth, stretched cunt dribbling her own juices and the remnants of the icecicle cock, gaping asshole dribbling the hot, thick cream down her thigh and onto the floor. Her body is a criss-cross of abuse. She gasps for breath, vulnerable, as she tries to recover herself from the ordeal.

Steel's fingers dance drunkenly in the air, tracing the visual outline of Elise's battered body. Gray fingertips turn and squeeze gently at the air between the two women as Miss Steel mimes groping the bound woman. Steel laughs and leans back in the chair. The sound of grim mirth fills the room.

"I think you've learned your lesson," she pants, her throat still trembling with an occasional giggle. The cuffs holding Elise to the frame snap open on their own with a dismissive wave of a gray hand. "Now you get to wander back to your room and let it sink in. Unless, of course, you need to sit down and catch your breath." The gray woman pats her lap invitingly and grins maliciously at her victim's lined and sweat-soaked back.

The cuffs open and she collapses to hands and knees on the stone floor, head bent, damp hair masking eyes, prostrate like a knight sunk in fealty. Her breath comes ragged still, skin glowing orange under the light, marked with the hellish red of the whip strokes. Slowly, achingly, she pushes to her feet. Eyes follow Steel, tracing her fingers and following to the woman's inviting lap. Pink, chapped lips part as if to say something, but no words come out. She knows she's lost.

And slowly, with her head bowed in shame, shoulders hunched, looking every bit the role of the beaten dog, she makes her way across the furnace room. A slimy trail of Steel's seed follows her across the stone floor as she leaves; and as the bell rings in the halls above, signaling the end of class, Elise is left to make the walk of shame through the crowded halls, nude, whipped, smeared with her own shame and the sticky mark of ownership left by the woman in gray.

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