It Takes A Village

Four AM Saturday morning.

Melody hummed to herself as she triple checked that Lana was both secure and uncomfortable. From the way the unconscious blonde was already moaning, her limbs twitching as they tried and failed to find a better position, I don’t think she had nothing to worry about, but the pink haired girl and youngest member of our club has always been a perfectionist.

They were in her basement, which was actually not that far from Lana’s house, perhaps five minutes by car. It was the closest she’d gotten to home since her ordeal started, though I doubted she’d ever realize it. It certainly didn’t look like it was anywhere near the luxury mansion; it looked more like the depths of a medieval dungeon. Chains hung from the black stone ceiling, lit only by flickering torches on the walls. The dancing lights and shadows offered glimpses of several large ominous devices covered in jagged edges and leather straps, promising terrible torture for any soul unfortunate enough to be locked into them.

It was all slightly less effective if you’d been one of the people who’d helped her with the remodel last summer, like I had. The chains were plastic, the torches were just fancy electric lights, and the “torture devices” were nonfunctional art installations primarily built out of cardboard and styrofoam. We’d held a Halloween party down there and had a great time.

But from Lana’s perspective, she was about to wake up in a dank, dark hell. She was lying face up on top of a table, and that alone was making her miserable. The table’s surface was scratchy like sandpaper, and Melody had doused it liberally with itching powder before laying the blonde on it. Her squirming shoulders revealed just a hint of the abrasions and scratches that were already covering her entire back and ass.

Rolling off the table wasn’t going to be an option. Leather straps bolted to its surface were cinched tight around her thighs, forearms, and stomach, the stiff material digging into her soft skin. Her legs were spread wide, wider than Lana would’ve thought possible while conscious. Turns out splits are much easier when someone else is just wrenching your limbs into position, and giggling when they dislocate something in the process. Lana’s feet hung off the sides of the table, strapped into weighted ballet boots that forced her toes to point down towards the floor.

Her arms were raised behind her head, and sealed in an arm binder that fused them together. At the end of the binder, where her hands were clenched in useless fists, there was a large metal ring. A genuine chain connected that to a similar ring in the floor, and Melody had carefully removed as much slack as possible, pulling one link at a time, Lana’s arms straining and back arching, until she was certain it could go no further.

Altogether, the blonde’s entire body was now drawn as tight as a bow, reduced to a sweaty, quivering, beautiful creature that would be helpless to protect herself. Her pillowy tits jiggled wonderfully as she moaned in her sleep again, a soft sound of discomfort and pain.

Melody was as naked as her prey, and just as lovely a sight, her body lithe and perky. There was such a joy to her every movement, a bubbly energy that went beyond her relaxed smile and adorable face, that we were only half joking whenever we referred to her as our club mascot. If I was twenty years younger, and if she was into guys, I’d have been head over heels for her.

The pink haired girl checked everything one final time before leaving a gentle kiss on Lana’s furrowed brow. She was fond of the woman; we all were in our own way. Then she selected a riding crop from a set of tools on one wall, gave the main camera a cheeky curtsy, and began.

Lana screamed as she was awoken by the crop smashing into those vulnerable tits hard enough to leave a bright welt across her smooth skin. The table rattled as she tried to protect herself and discovered that was impossible, her full breasts remaining a large and stationary target for the crop as it came down again, eliciting another scream.

“Wait! Stop! Don’t!” Between her cries of pain, she babbled a litany of orders at the pink haired girl, who ignored all of them as she continued Lana’s wake-up call. “No! You can’t! No! No! Stop!”

Melody didn’t let up until the tenth lash, five welts now decorating each mound. “Good morning, Mittens!” she said brightly. “Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!”

“M-my name is- mmmph!” The girl cut Lana off by shoving the crop’s handle into her mouth.

“Don’t know who you used to be, don’t care,” she lied cheerfully. “I just know that if the cops were willing to fuck you up that bad, you can’t be anyone important. Can’t be anyone that’s gonna be missed. But don’t worry, Mittens, now you have a new life and a new, very important job: making your mistress cum!”

“No… no, you can’t…” Lana whispered. Until now, she’d been assuming that all of this was a terrible but finite experience, and she would soon return to her normal life. This was the first time she’d considered the possibility that maybe this would never end, that her entire life was going to be like this now. Her horror at this idea gave way to fury, and her voice hardened. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Mmm hmm,” Melody agreed easily. “Any minute now, a prince on a white horse is gonna come charging in to save you, and the two of you will live happily ever after, I just know it. But while we’re waiting for him to show up…” She waggled her eyebrows. “Why don’t we find out how far you can get your tongue up your Mistress’s twat?”

If Melody had been a guy, or just looked like one as she had before transitioning, I think Lana was at the point where she would’ve meekly submitted to any sexual favors. She’d accrued more than enough experience over the last twelve hours to understand that if she was restrained and a man wanted her to service him, the most she could do was make him work for it.

But Melody looked like a harmless pink cinnamon roll. Combined with Lana feeling upset and scared over the thought that things might never return to normal, and having a bit of her stamina and spirit restored thanks to a few hours of drugged sleep… the blonde did something very stupid. “Fuck you!” she spat.

Her captor grinned at that, delighted to have such a convenient excuse for playing with her new toy. “Okay,” she said with an easy shrug. “I don’t wanna force you to do anything. We’ll just find something else to do.”

Emboldened by her victory, Lana tried to press her advantage. “Get me out of this… this thing!” she demanded, tugging at the straps holding her down. All she managed to accomplish was scraping her backside against the rough surface, and her teeth clenched as this made the itching powder sting even harder.

Melody adopted a look of concern. “Oh, is it uncomfortable?” she asked guilelessly. “I was just worried you’d fall off if I didn’t do something.”

Lana was too far gone to realize she was being mocked. For the first time, one of her tormentors was actually listening to her and responding to what she said. As a woman so used to giving orders, and so unhappy about being pushed around, her brain latched onto the hope that she could finally reassert her rightful place of authority. “Of course it’s uncomfortable, you idiot!” she snapped. “My legs are killing me, and everything is itchy and scratchy, and these straps are far too tight, and… and get my arms out of this ridiculous thing!” The armbinder shook as she fought with it. “ I refuse to put up with another second of this!”

“Okay, okay,” Melody said soothingly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll help you feel better, alright?”

“I don’t want to feel better,” Lana hissed. “I want out of this… this… goddamn it!” Thinking about her situation only seemed to make it worse for the woman, and her squirming body flushed with frustrated rage as she threw herself at her bonds again, and failed to get one iota of relief.

“It’s okay,” Melody assured her as she put the crop down and picked up a different tool. “This will take your mind off all of that, I promise.” Unfortunately for Lana, she was telling the truth.

The blonde screamed when her captor jabbed the needle right through the flesh of her nipple. “See?” Melody said cheerfully as she drew the bloody instrument out. “You weren’t thinking at all about the other stuff just then, were you?” Lana screamed again, even louder, as the pink haired girl worked a thick brass ring into her new piercing. “One down, one to go!”

“No no no no!” Lana babbled when she saw the needle approach again and realized it was only half over. “Don’t you dare-!”

“Ohhhh, Mittens!” Melody said sweetly after she’d put in the other nipple ring. “These look soooooo good on you! And just like I promised…” she hooked a finger in each ring. “You’re about to forget all about EVERYthing else!”

“N-n-n-no!” Lana shouted desperately. “Stop, I don’t! No! Not, not that!”

Melody yanked, and the blonde howled as her nipples were stretched upwards. She tried to raise herself to ease the pain, but she was already as far as her bondage would allow. “That’s such a beautiful singing voice!” her captor told her, and yanked harder. “Sing for me, Mittens!” Lana did, an agonized wail that echoed off the dungeon walls.

By the time Melody had her fill of Lana’s screams and let go of her rings, the blonde had clearly reevaluated the situation, re: who was in charge here. “I… I’ll do it…” she mumbled hoarsely, her body still trembling in the aftershocks of the pain. “I’ll l… lick you…”

“Don’t be silly, Mittens,” Melody teased. “You don’t want to, remember? That’s why we’re finding other ways to keep ourselves entertained!” She clicked her tongue. “How about a nap? I bet you’d enjoy that!”

Lana tried to say something, but Melody was already clamping her hands over the blonde’s mouth and nose. Lana’s head twisted frantically from side to side, but the girl held on tight, not allowing her a single breath.

If we hadn’t already known the blonde had a phobia around suffocating, we would’ve figured it out quick. She was a wild animal in that moment, throwing herself against the restraints with no regard for her well being. The entire table shook as she tried to break free, and if Melody hadn’t gone the extra mile securing her, I think she might’ve pulled it off. As it was, her struggles made the leather straps around her thighs cut so deeply into her skin that they drew blood, and she dislocated both her shoulders trying to free her arms.

Melody leaned down to kiss her prisoner’s ear as she thrashed, and cheerfully sing her a lullaby. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, pretty Mittens. When you wake up, if you wake up, I’ll just play with you some more.” Lana’s panicked movements became erratic and twitchy, her eyes drooping, until she stopped moving at all.

Melody gave her a slow silent ten count, in case she was faking, then gently took her hands away. The blonde looked almost peaceful as she lay there, her chest barely moving as she drew shallow breaths.

Then the riding crop struck her breasts again.

Lana convulsed violently as the breath exploded from out her lungs. “Good morning, Mittens!” Melody said cheerfully as she delivered ten strokes across the gasping woman’s tits. “Welcome back to the first day of the rest of your life! Did you enjoy your nap?”

Lana’s eyes were bloodshot, and there was stark terror in them now when she looked at her unassuming captor. “D… don’t… do that… again…” she gasped.

Melody cocked her head. “Don’t do what again?” She winked. “This?” She clamped her hands over Lana’s nose and mouth again, and the blonde let out a breathless whimper. She struggled just as hard this time, but she hadn’t even caught her breath yet, and her energy quickly faded. “But you’re so cute when you’re napping, Mittens, I almost couldn’t bring myself to wake you up! Should I let you sleep forever this time?” Lana quickly shook her head from side to side. “You suuuuure?” An emphatic nod. “Okay, I’ll think about it…”

Melody sang to Lana again as the woman passed out for the second time in less than five minutes. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, pretty Mittens. When you wake up, IF you wake up, I’ll just play with you some more…”

Soon Lana was waking up to the kiss of the riding crop on her tits again. “I’ll lick you!” she exclaimed as soon as she could find her voice. “I’ll lick, I’ll lick, I’ll do it!”

“Hmm, really?” Melody said skeptically. “You wouldn’t rather just keep napping?”

“No! I, I want to lick you!” Lana licked her lips. “P… please!”

Melody pretended to think about it. “I’ll make you a deal, Mittens.” She raised one finger. “I’m gonna have you take ONE more nap, okay?” Lana grimaced. “But this time, no squirming or struggling! I want you to lay there nice and quiet, like a good pet, while I send you to nap time. And when I wake you up, the first words I want to hear from you are ‘Yes, thank you for the wonderful nap, Mistress, I didn’t want to ever wake up.’ If you can be a good girl and do that, I’ll know you’ve learned to appreciate nap time, and we can play something else. Ready?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, and Lana flinched as her third round of suffocation began. “Now now, stay still,” Melody cooed. “Keep your eyes on me, Mittens. Yes, just like that, good girl. Just look at your Mistress as you drift off to Slumberland. Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, pretty Mittens… When you wake up, if you wake up, I’ll just play with you some more…”

Lana almost looked relaxed this time as she passed out, unless you looked at the howling misery in her eyes.

There wasn’t much unmarked flesh left on the blonde’s tits by the time Melody added a fourth set of welts. “Good morning, Mittens! Welcome back to the first day of the rest of your life! Did you enjoy your nap?”

Lana coughed, her breathing ragged. “Y… yes, thank you for the… wonderful nap, Mistress… I… I didn’t want to ever wake up…”

“I’m sure someday soon you’ll get your wish,” Melody said sweetly. “But for now, is there anything Mittens would like to do?”

Lana swallowed. “I… I want to… to lick you…”

“Hmm, I don’t know…” Melody mused. “You don’t sound too interested…” She snapped her fingers. “Oh, I know what we should do!” Lana’s eyes widened when she saw the phone pointing at her. “Okay, if you REALLY want to eat me out, try smiling and saying ‘Please let me bury my face in your juicy twat, Mistress!’”

“Y… you’re going to record it…?” Lana asked, horrified.

“Of course!” Melody said. “Think of how many people will enjoy seeing my cute Mittens begging to guzzle her mistress’s pussy juice. You wouldn’t want to deprive them, would you?”

“N… no…” the blonde said sadly, then forced her expression into a pathetic smile. “Please let me, um, bury my face in… in your juicy twat, Mistress…”

Melody tsked her. “You can do much better than that. Give me more smile! Give me more energy!’

“…Please let me bury my face in your juicy twat, Mistress!”

“Don’t you want people to enjoy watching you? Don’t you love the idea of total strangers jacking off to this? Do it for your fans, Mittens!”

“PLEASE LET ME BURY MY FACE IN YOUR JUICY TWAT, MISTRESS!”

“There’s my good girl,” Melody said approvingly. “Let’s reward that honesty.” The pink haired girl joined Lana on the table, squatting right over the woman’s face.

As far as any of our research could tell, Lana had no homosexual experience or tendencies. No flirting with her female friends, no girl on girl stuff in her browser history, nothing suggesting she had any sexual attraction to her gender. And certainly, the queasy expression she wore when she looked up at Melody’s pussy seemed to support that.

Melody’s crotch hovered just above her prisoner’s lips. “Give it a little taste first,” she ordered. “Your tongue is going to spend a lot of time in there from now on, and it’s only right to have a proper introduction. So lick me hello, Mittens.”

Lana reluctantly extended her tongue, shuddering as she made contact with the girl’s already slick folds. Melody’s reaction was just as strong, a purr of pleasure at her touch. “It’s okay to start slow,” she said. “I don’t mind if I’m your first. You’re going to learn alllll about what my twat likes. You’re going to become the world’s foremost expert in making me cum.”

Drops of pussy juice and sweat fell on Lana’s face as she continued begrudgingly lapping at Melody’s slit, her limbs trembling in its cruel bondage. Conversely, Melody looked like a kid in a candy store, happily running her fingers up and down Lana’s straining form. “You’re so beautiful when you’re suffering,” she said, half in a whisper. “Like a Renaissance portrait brought to life. An angel dragged screaming down to hell, chained and conquered.” Lana didn’t look especially pleased at the compliment.

After several minutes of teasing, Melody lowered herself further, planting her soaked pussy firmly on the blonde’s mouth. “It’s time for your first twat tonguing lesson,” she purred. “I’ll make it reallllly simple, okay? Whenever you’re doing something I enjoy, I won’t be doing this…”

She hooked a finger into one of Lana’s new nipple rings and tugged. The woman squealed in agony, while Melody gasped in pleasure. “Ohhhhhhh, you feel so goooooood…” she whined softly, and stopped tugging with obvious reluctance. “If that… hurt…” she panted, “just make me… feel that good… all the time…”

Lana tried. Even from the limited viewing angle the rest of us had, we could all see how hard she was trying. Whatever distaste she might have felt about performing cunnilingus, it was nothing compared to her desire to keep Melody’s fingers away from those rings. Her cheeks hollowed out as she desperately licking and sucked, slobbering all over her captor’s insides in an attempt to please her.

For her part, Melody showed more restraint than most of us would’ve, if we had Lana’s mouth on our genitals and a cheat code for extra special service. She was quick to tug on a nipple ring whenever the blonde slowed down or fell into too repetitive a pattern, but most of the time she was happy to just let the woman work.

None of us could blame her for what she did at the end, though. After about fifteen minutes of passionate cunt munching, Melody looked ready to burst. “Almost there, Mittens… just gonna… help you cross… the finish line…” Lana saw what was coming and whimpered in distress, drool running down her cheeks as she redoubled her efforts to eat the girl out, but she couldn’t stop Melody from reaching for both rings this time, and yanking them as hard as she could.

Both women screamed and quivered for entirely different reasons. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Melody cum harder than she did in that moment, as she rode Lana’s screaming face. She didn’t let go of the nipple rings until the last shivering wave of ecstasy had passed, and then both of them slumped, exhausted in their own ways.

“Good girl…” Melody breathed as she stroked Lana’s trembling, sweaty flank. “Such a good, good girl…” The blonde mewled softly, and it made the girl smile. “Are you ready to do that again, or should we take a break?”

“Please…” Lana moaned from beneath Melody’s groin. “No more…”

“I understand, Mittens,” the girl said gently, and kissed Lana’s stomach before climbing down off the table. “You’d rather take a little nap.”

Lana’s entire body went rigid with horror when she heard that, but her captor’s hands were already over her mouth and nose again.

“I’m happy to give you all the nap time you need…” Melody teased as bitter tears rolled down Lana’s face. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, pretty Mittens…”

For the next five hours, Lana was either eating pussy or suffocating. The only break she had was when Melody fed her lunch, which was a can of wet dog food. “If you don’t like the meal,” she’d told the blonde while hand feeding her the slimy, gelatinous lumps, “we can always get back to playtime.” Lana had quickly shaken her head and continued licking her captor’s fingers clean.

At some point during that five hours, the woman broke. I can’t point to any single moment that did it, or some dramatic change in her demeanor. All I can tell you is that by the end, the old Lana Williamson was dead. Her psyche had been damaged ever since Mitchell in the parking garage, we’d all taken a turn going at it with a sledgehammer, and it finally crumbled completely during her long session of rape and torture In Melody’s basement.

We’d seen this before with previous targets: she wasn’t coming back. With plenty of rest, time, and therapy, she might eventually learn to mimic her old self well enough to fool people, even herself, but look deep into her eyes and you would always see the crippled, terrified thing she really was.

Not that this was any reason to go easy on her.

“Why don’t we play a game, pet?” Melody asked Lana at the end of their five hours, as she squatted over the blonde once more to have her cunt serviced. “A fun little celebration of our new life together.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the woman said quickly in between licks. If Lana had learned anything these last five hours, it was that agreeing with Melody was always the right decision. Every deviation from that behavior, from outright defiance to mere hesitation, always led to the same conclusion: lungs screaming for oxygen and a lullaby in her ears.

“The rules are simple.” Melody shifted position to lay atop the statuesque blonde, and Lana jolted when the girl kissed her slit. “If you make me cum first, and you already have a head start there, I’ll let you go. You can crawl back to whatever gutter you used to call home. But if I can make you cum first, even though you’re tired and hurting, even though you’re not even gay… we’ll know that you belong here with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lana said automatically, but the girl had her attention. Even in this state, she wasn’t stupid enough to think the game would be as easy as Melody made it sound, but it didn’t matter. She had nothing to lose by playing, and nothing to gain but grief by refusing.

“Mmm, then may the best cuntlicker win,” Melody said eagerly, and lowered her head to get started. I can’t personally attest to the girl’s skill, but based on the way Lana immediately gasped, her hips rocking up to get closer to Melody’s lips and tongue, she was very good at what she did.

Lana tried her best to keep up, but it was obvious that this was a losing battle. She had enthusiasm and desperation on her side, but whatever Melody was doing already had her twitching and panting like a bitch in heat.

The contest could have ended in the first two minutes, but the pink haired girl had other ideas. She skillfully pleasured her captive, driving her right up to the point of orgasm, and then eased back, deliberately letting the flames she’d been fanning flicker out. I couldn’t tell if Lana caught on to it the first time, but by the third, she was weeping frustrated tears.

“Not quite as straight as you thought you were, Mittens?” Melody teased as Lana’s fifth attempt to cum ended in the woman humping the empty air, her captor’s tongue just out of reach.

“N-no, Mistress,” Lana agreed, ashamed.

“Or maybe your body just knows that submission is more important than sexuality.” Melody began her sixth run by focusing on Lana’s clitoris, caressing it with fingers and tongue, and the blonde nearly climaxed at the first touch. “You belong to me now.”

She’d said it as a statement of fact, not a question, but Lana answered anyway. “Y-Yes, Mistress.”

“No matter what happens in the future, you will always remember that.”

“Y… yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Melody breathed.

Then she bit down on Lana’s clit.

The blonde spasmed in surprise and agony, but her shriek of pain was muffled by Melody clamping her thighs around her head. At the same time, the girl also shifted herself slightly until her crotch was covering both mouth and nose of her pet, and bit down again.

While Lana screamed breathlessly, smothered and raped and tortured at the same time, Melody was moaning in pleasure, letting the blonde’s cries push her into a final orgasm.

The girl rode the climax as long as she could, but all too soon it was over. Beneath her, Lana lay senseless, the oblivious winner of their competition. Melody rose to her feet, and gave the woman’s forehead another tender kiss.

Then she signaled us to come drag her away.