Martyr's Bargain

Tick. Tick. Tick. Emmy stared at the clock before her. Not because she particularly cared what time it was, but rather because the turn of the second hand meant a great deal to her in her current situation.

She currently knelt naked in the hold of the Ravenwing, the ring on the back of her collar had been locked to an eyebolt sunk into a vertical post about three feet above the floor. Her ankles had been bent up to the backs of her thighs and strapped into place, forcing her to keep herself up on her knees. Uncooked rice had been "helpfully" scattered on the floor beneath her, adding more misery to her aching knees. A coarse rope had been wound around her waist and then passed snugly between her legs, cruelly parting her labia and digging into her cunt. Her wrists had been crossed behind her back and then tied off where the crotchrope met at the small of her back. A big, red ball gag filled her mouth and left a trail of drool pouring down her chin.

But all of this was secondary to Emmy's main focus - the clock. The clock itself wasn't particularly interesting: twelve numbers, an hour hand, a minute hand, and a second hand, mounted at chest height a few feet in front of her. But it was the piece mounted to the second hand at the very center of the clock that was of great significance to Emmy. Jutting out from that center point, reaching towards Emmy, was a long bolt. Fixed to that bolt was a bizarre nut which had two thin metal rods sticking out on opposite sides. These rods were kept horizontal to the floor by some supports coming out of the clock. This meant that as the second hand spun, it turned the bolt along with it - sixty seconds for one full turn. Since the nut and its arms were kept horizontal that meant that the nut slowly crawled up the rotating bolt, edging closer and closer to the clock face with every passing minute.

None of this would be particularly interesting at all, except for one thing, or two things, actually. At the end of each arm on the nut was a string and each of those strings was tied securely to a fiercely tight nipple clamp that had been snapped onto the tips of Emmy's tits.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Emmy watched anxiously as the nut moved ever-so-slowly away from her with each passing second, dragging the nipple clamps with it. At first it had hardly been any concern. Robert started her off with her back up against the post, the strings reaching from the bolt to her nipples were snug, but not taut. But that was over an hour ago.

With every passing second the strings drew tighter. Emmy stretched her chest forward, following the relentless, unstoppable pull. When that wasn't enough she scooted forward on her knees, taking small little steps across the hard rice - anything to bring her chest just a tiny bit closer to the clock. But still the bolt kept its steady march.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Emmy strained against her collar, the metal band pressing into her throat until she felt lightheaded. Only now there was no more movement left to give. Her body contorted to push her chest forward as much as possible. She could do nothing but watch as the strings drew tighter still.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Her round tits morphed into fleshy cones. Tick. Her nipples blazed in agony as they stretched farther and farther. Tick. Time seemed to slow - each movement of the second hand carried with it a greater significance than the last. Tick. Emmy screamed in pain, in frustration, in fear. There was nothing she could do to stop this cruel torture. Tick. Her nipples could stretch no further - something had to give.

Through the blazing, searing pain she could sense something. The terrible clamps, held closed by a formidable and strong spring, were beginning to slip! Tick. Tick. The flat tabs that held fast to her nipples were slowly pulling away, but this only served to elevate her agony. The tight pinch of the clamp, formerly spread across the entirety of her nipple, now focused on a smaller and shrinking area.

Tick. Tick. Her suffering reached a crescendo. The vicious clamps now held on to only the very tips of her nipples. Tick. Tick. Snap!

"Aaahhhh!" Emmy shrieked as the first clamp's grip failed and it sprang back towards the clock like a pellet from a slingshot. Her breast heaved back in the opposite direction. The disturbance was enough to knock free the remaining clamp. Snap! It, too, went reeling back towards the clock face. Her tits blazed with a white hot throbbing pain as the blood rushed back into her sensitive flesh and activated every aching nerve at once.

"Sixty eight minutes and seventeen seconds," Robert remarked, stepping out of the shadows behind Emmy. She hadn't known he'd been watching. Had he been there the whole time? "We're almost to Ohmsberg. I wasn't sure whether you'd last until we landed," he said. "Maybe next time."

Those last three words hung in the air and were all Emmy could think about while Robert released her.

---

Robert and Emmy walked down the pristine streets of the tech district in Ohmsberg looking for the address scrawled in their notes from the council. Unlike many of the other towns and cities of the kingdom, prosperity had never left this cosmopolitan city, though over time that prosperity had accumulated in fewer and fewer hands until now the wealth of the region was held by only a few extremely wealthy families. Anyone lucky enough to be in the orbit of one of those families did fine, the rest, not so much. The impoverished masses were crammed into overpriced tenements and worked multiple jobs to try and scrape up enough wages to get by. At a glance the city looked idyllic, but upon closer examination one could see the rampant poverty swept under the rug - workers that were an unexpected expense away from total ruin, parents bringing their children with them to clean homes because they couldn't afford childcare, sickly old folks with hacking coughs because they couldn't pay for their medicine.

Robert gazed at the beautiful brownstone row houses that lined the street that they walked. This neighborhood was known to house some of the brightest scientists and innovators in the kingdom - each funded by a wealthy benefactor and set to compete against their peers to see who could bring the greatest prestige to their patron with their discoveries. They were looking for Dr. Klaus von Stoltz, the world's foremost expert in the phenomenon thought to power the collar.

They stopped at a house that was different from all the others on the lane. Its trim had been painted all in black. Various gadgets, dishes, and antennae sprang from the exterior at odd angles. While the rest of the houses along the avenue hugged right up against each other, to this one they seemed to give a wide berth. Robert pushed open the iron gate, the courtyard within was overgrown with weeds. They walked up the steps to the front door. Robert raised his hand to grasp the door knocker, but Emmy stopped him.

"Look," she said, pointing at the intricately carved bronze fixture. Robert looked again and saw that the knocker was shaped like the cast of a pussy, the ring he was about to grab resembled an oversized clit piercing. "This place gives me the creeps," she added, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. "Don't let your guard down. Be ready for anything."

Robert agreed and knocked on the door. There was a long delay before the entrance finally creaked open. Robert and Emmy thought they were ready for anything, still, what greeted them threw them both through a loop.

They were welcomed by the doctor's servant, who beckoned them in with a wave of her hand - she could not speak due to her fully packed mouth that was covered with several strips of shiny black tape. A tall leather posture collar surrounded the full length of her long neck, buckled tight enough to flush her pale face a light pink color. Shiny black latex gloves ran up past her elbows, leather cuffs circled each wrist which were connected via short chains to the sides of her leather corset which was drawn so tight it was a wonder that the girl could breathe at all. Black latex stockings ran up her shapely legs and she teetered upon a pair of sky-high six inch heels that were strapped to her ankles.

A skimpy latex dress was wrapped around her hips but it was too short to cover her pussy and ass which made it easy to see that each had been stuffed with a large dildo and held in place with a tight leather strap that ran from the front of her corset to the back. There was a small gap in the strap where the end of each dildo was fixed, revealing a small clear crystal that glowed with a dim white light.

And finally there were her tits, which were being cruelly crushed within a press that had been shaped to hug the curve of her chest. A strap ran around the back to help hold the press against her body, though the grip of the two flat planks on her flattened tits would have been more than enough to do the job. The ends of her breasts erupted out from the edge of the press like bread bursting free from the top of a pan. Her gold ringed nipples glittered in the dim light of the entryway.

Robert and Emmy entered, unsure how to address the bound and silenced servant. Fortunately another figure soon arrived from the adjacent room.

"Cumbunny!" he growled at the girl, who immediately dropped to her knees upon the man's arrival. She spread her legs wide and clasped her hands behind her back, then thrust out her chest and cast her eyes to the floor. "Why was I not told that I would have visitors today?" he grumbled with a thick foreign accent. "You will be punished severely for this later!"

"We came unannounced, Dr. von Stoltz. I apologize for the interruption," Robert stepped in.

"Please, call me Klaus," the man said, his hard face softening as he turned to address Robert. He wiped his greasy hands on his filthy lab coat and offered one to Robert to shake. "Don't think this excuses you from your punishment," he snarled as an aside at the kneeling girl.

The man looked every bit the stereotypical mad scientist. His unkempt platinum blond hair erupted wildly from his head, matted down by an intricate pair of lab goggles perched above his forehead. His slender features and piercing gray eyes seemed to dissect whatever it was he looked at.

"Klaus, we've come to get your expert analysis on-," Emmy began.

"You," the doctor interrupted, pointing a crooked finger directly at Emmy and giving her a withering glare, "will address me as Sir or Master when you have the privilege to speak to me, woman!" He said the last word like it was some vile, distasteful slur that passed through his lips. "In my country we know how to keep females in their place," he muttered to himself.

"Well we are not in your country and-"

"I am only this damned hellhole so that I can access the resources I need for my research!" His face was growing red with rage.

Robert stepped between the two of them. "Please, Klaus, we are on a mission of great importance from the High Council and require your assistance," he said.

The tense standoff was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of another of the doctor's companions. This girl arrived crawling on all fours. She wore a tight leather bodysuit from head to toe, covering her wide, round hips and generous bust. Leather straps held her ankles to her thighs and her wrists to her biceps forcing her to move about on knees and elbows. Padded leather mittens covered her hands, a spiked dog collar circled her neck, and a thick leather hood covered her head, robbing her of sight and muffling her hearing. In her mouth she carried an enormous rubber dildo, too big to fit lengthwise, so she carried it sideways in her teeth.

After skittering into the room, the curvy girl zigzagged her way toward the sound of the doctor's voice, then she dropped the dildo at his feet, spun around, and thrust her bare pink pussy, peeking out of the bodysuit, at the doctor. The visitors could see her gold ringed clit piercing shine as she waggled her posterior, this sent the springy black tail that was poking out of her bulky butt plug swaying back and forth like an excited dog.

"Not now, Fuckpup," the doctor said, shooing her away with the tip of his boot. "We have company."

The puppy girl turned dejectedly and nosed around until she could locate her dildo again, then she picked it up in her teeth once more and sat obediently at her master's feet.

Robert picked up his jaw and put a hand on the doctor's shoulder. "I just ask that you take a look at this artifact we have and let us know if you can tell us anything more about it. You may be the most qualified person in the world to study it. We're lost without your help."

The appeal to the man's vanity seemed to work. "Alright," he relented. "But while she is in my house," he added with an accusatory finger, "she will follow my rules and dress appropriately for someone of her gender."

Robert looked at Emmy. She gave him a subtle resigned nod. "Agreed," Robert said, understanding that it was his consent the doctor was looking for, not Emmy's.

"Excellent!" Klaus clapped his hands and smiled. "We will go now and discuss your mission. I will examine the artifact after dinner." He turned to his servant and quickly tore the tape from her mouth. Emmy's eyes grew wide as he pulled a pair of panties out of her mouth and draped them over her head.

"Cumbunny, go take the female and Fuckpup and prepare them for dinner. I will escort our guest to my study. We are not to be disturbed until dinner is ready."

"Yes, master, understood." She gracefully climbed to her feet - no small feat for someone wearing such tall heels with her arms chained at her side. Then she located a leash and clipped it to Fuckpup's collar. She bade Emmy to follow while the doctor stepped in the opposite direction.

Emmy stopped Robert with a hand on his shoulder and whispered to him, "I recognize that woman - Cumbunny. That is Lord Graymoor's second daughter, Liza. What is the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the kingdom doing being treated like that?"

"I don't know," Robert whispered back. "Find out what you can, but learning about the collar is our first priority."

They went their separate ways, Emmy following the high-class servant girl and Robert accompanying the doctor to his study.

---

Emmy followed Cumbunny nee Liza Graymoor down into the dank, dark basement of the house. Liza first guided Fuckpup into a waiting kennel. She took the dildo from the puppy girl's mouth and fitted it to a bracket on the back of the cage. No sooner had she closed the door than Fuckpup eagerly backed her eager wet cunt onto it and began humping it like mad. The enormous dildo easily slid in and out of the woman's hot, slippery pussy even despite the bulky butt plug that occupied her other hole.

Liza turned away from from the horny pup. "Remove your clothes," she instructed Emmy while she went and searched a dresser for something else for Emmy to wear. Emmy sighed, but did as she was told. She removed her cloak and pulled her dress up over her head. Liza paused her rummaging.

"Your collar," she said. "It's so beautiful. Where did you get it?"

"It's a long story," Emmy replied then turned the topic to Liza. "Do you need help? Sir Robert and I can get you free. We can return you to your father."

Liza stepped back as if Emmy had attacked her. "Why would you do that? I'm happy here!"

"Happy? Look at you! You're chained up, degraded, and treated like a slave by that pigheaded barbarian."

"I can't explain it," Liza replied. "It just feels... right. There's something so liberating about being under his complete control. Even when my master is cruel, even when he punishes me, I just know that I belong here - that I was meant for this life. Do you know what I mean?"

Deep down Emmy feared that she did know what Liza meant - she sometimes felt the same way when she was under Robert's control.

"Yip! Yip!" Fuckpup interrupted their conversation as she breathlessly orgasmed on the giant dildo she'd been ramming herself against for the past few minutes. As soon as she stopped shuddering in ecstasy she eased herself off of the giant cock and contorted herself to turn around in the tight confines of her cage until she was face to face with the slimy wet schlong. Then she began diligently licking her secretions from its length.

Liza thrust a bundle of latex into Emmy's hands. "Here. Put this on," she said.

Emmy untangled the pile on a table, discovering that what she'd been handed was a tight, skimpy black dress. She struggled to pull the clingy dress on while Liza returned to the kennel and waited for Fuckpup to finish cleaning her toy before pulling her out of the cage. "Good girl," she said, patting the puppy girl on the top of her hooded head.

"Up," she instructed the pup girl. Fuckpup rocked back onto her shins and sat up with her forearms in the air in a very doglike pose.

Liza walked around behind the woman and began unbuckling the bra that held the kneeling woman's tits. "Master said that you can have this off for dinner if you were a good girl," Liza explained.

Fuckpup winced and then moaned as Liza pulled the black leather bra away. Emma gasped as she saw that not only was the bra at least a size too small (the woman's heavy breasts had somehow been packed into the cups anyway), but also that the interior was lined with sharp metal spikes! Fuckpup's tits were awash in cuts, scrapes, scratches, and indentations where the pins had poked and pricked at her from all sides.

Now Liza went after the multitude of buckles that held the woman's hood tight around her head. Meanwhile Emmy finally managed to pull the latex dress down over her body. She considered mentioning to Liza that it was too short, but figured that was by design - the hem only just barely covered hips when she stretched it down to cover her pussy. Its intention was more apparent though from the fact that there was a giant cutout at the front of the dress which proudly exposed her tits for all to see.

Emmy had just picked up a bottle of polish to apply to the latex when Fuckpup's hood finally came free. A tangle of chestnut locks tumbled out and once more Emmy gasped in surprise as she recognized the woman underneath. "Lady Jessica, you too?!" she exclaimed to the widow of her father's former Master of the Treasury. The twenty-something noblewoman had been fast rising through the ranks of the royal court when her husband's untimely death had completely devastated and disrupted her life. Shortly thereafter she left the capital and seemingly disappeared from all social life.

"Princess Esmeralda?!" Fuckpup nee Lady Jessica gasped, as surprised to see Emmy as Emmy was to see her.

"Fuckpup!" Liza quickly admonished the kneeling woman. "Master gave you explicit orders not to speak! You know what this means."

Jessica's posture sagged. "Arf," she nodded.

Liza found a harness ring gag and fitted it into Jessica's mouth. There were little dog-shaped ears formed out of leather on one of the straps that ran across her head to give a little boost to her puppy dog look.

The highborn Fuckpup was guided back into her cage (after Liza had taken away the naughty girl's toy, first). Lady Jessica seemed to be completely mortified at being recognized. She couldn't bring herself to look in Emmy's direction as Liza handed Emmy the last of her dinner outfit.

These last few accompaniments to her skimpy dress included a towering pair of six inch stiletto heels that matched Liza's, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a collar which Liza put away, considering that Emmy already came with her own.

"Would you like to come help me prepare dinner, or do you want to wait here with Fuckpup? You'd need to stay in the adjacent kennel if you do."

Emmy looked at Lady Jessica in her cramped cage, a deep blush returned to the puppy girl's face. "I'll help with dinner," Emmy said.

---

"And the stupid tart put the collar on herself?! Hahaha!" Klaus laughed until tears gathered in his eyes.

"Yes, well, she didn't mean to, of course," Robert said, not appreciating the doctor's amusement at their unfortunate circumstances. He'd spent a good chunk of the past hour explaining what they'd learned about the collar so far. The doctor listened intently, perusing Professor Pemberton's notes while he did so, and making his own notes as well.

"You were right to come to me, Sir Robert. I believe the function of the collar as you described it is closely related to my own research into a similar phenomenon. Allow me to demonstrate." He handed Robert a clear crystal. "What does this look like to you?"

"I don't know. A piece of quartz?"

"Right. But this is only half of the crystal. I have treated both halves to a special process I've invented that has imbued them with an energy I believe is similar to what powers your slave's collar." Robert considered interrupting the man to explain that Emmy wasn't his slave, but decided that the distinction wasn't important to Klaus. The doctor paused a small spinning drum that rested on his desk and pulled out a matching crystal. He handed it to Robert, who now held a crystal in each hand. "Slowly bring the crystals together."

Robert did. As the stones drew nearer they began to vibrate, slowly at first but more intensely the closer they got to each other. In addition to that, they started to glow - a pale, white light, no brighter than the flash of a firefly, seeped out of the edges of the crystal.

"I call them 'resonating stones'. The possibilities for the technology is endless!"

Just then, Cumbunny knocked at the door and sidled into the room. "Master? Your dinner is ready," she said with her eyes cast to the floor.

"Yes, yes," the doctor said, annoyed at the interruption. "We'll be there in a minute."

Cumbunny turned and left. As she did so Robert once more saw the clear crystals attached to the ends of the dildos strapped into her holes. He compared it to the stones he held in his hands noticing the same pale, white light.

"Are those-?"

"Yes! I have tuned them just right. The dildos have been teasing her almost nonstop for nearly two weeks, but I have not let her cum the whole time!" He clapped Robert on the back. "As I said, the possibilities are endless! Come, let's eat."

---

Emmy was asked to go retrieve Lady Jessica - Fuckpup - from her cage while Liza summoned the men for dinner. The noble puppy girl was absolutely mortified to be met once again by the princess. The playful enthusiasm she showed earlier when she was hooded and made to carry around a dildo in her mouth was gone, replaced by a sober reluctance as she followed Emmy up to the dining room.

They arrived to find Liza plating the food that they'd helped to prepare - steamed vegetables with beans and rice. Liza had also taken special care to cook up a pair of steaks, enough for the men, Emmy pointedly noticed.

"Good, you're here," Liza said. "Come. Stand over here, and follow my lead." She ushered Emmy up against the wall. "Oh, I almost forgot." She took out a thin chain and clipped it on one of Emmy's wrist cuffs, then ran the chain up through the ring on the back of her collar and attached it to her other wrist behind her back. This extra touch wasn't especially restrictive, however, it was now preventing Emmy from pulling her dress down over her hips as it began to ride up again.

Liza joined Emmy, standing with her back against the wall. She crossed her wrists behind her back and stood at attention. Fuckpup, too, fell into line. She crawled over to Emmy's other side and rose up on her knees, she put her hands behind her head and thrust her chest out. Most of the marks on her tits from the pin bra had disappeared, but several scrapes and scratches remained.

They stood in silence for several minutes until Klaus and Robert arrived. A big smile appeared on the doctor's face when he saw Emmy standing betwixt his two obedient slave girls. "This is more like it," he crowed as his eyes roved up and down her exposed body, lingering on her bare tits. Emmy glowered at him, but held her tongue - they needed his help.

"And what's this?" he said, taking note of Fuckpup's ring gag. "Looks like someone was a bad doggy."

"Arf, arf," Fuckpup somberly nodded.

"It seems I have two naughty slave girls today. We'll have to deal with that later. For now, dinner is ready. It smells delicious!" He went to the table and inspected the food the girls had prepared. "Nicely done." He invited Robert to take a seat in front of one of the steaks. Then he went to a cupboard and retrieved three shiny metal dog bowls. He set them down on the floor beside the table in a row. Then, to Emmy's horror, he picked up each of the girls' plates and dumped the contents into a bowl.

"Oh, come on! You cannot be serious!" Emmy blurted out.

The doctor quickly turned to her and icily glared. "You will not speak without being spoken to," he growled, pointing his crooked finger at her once again. "Control yourself or I will have you gagged. Is that clear?"

Emmy's face glowed with rage. "Yes," she finally said through clenched teeth.

"Yes, what?" Klaus needled.

"Yes... sir," Emmy grumbled.

"Excellent!" Klaus clapped his hands together. "Let's eat! Girls, take your places."

Fuckpup scurried over to one of the bowls on the end. Cumbunny helped Emmy, who was still unsteady on her six inch heels, and now had her arms trapped behind her, to kneel before the middle bowl. Then she took up position kneeling in front of the remaining bowl. The bowls were separated by a couple of feet, giving the girls plenty of room to spread out. Cumbunny and Fuckpup widened their stances. Fuckpup dropped to her elbows with her ring gagged mouth hovering over her dish. From the drool pouring out of her wide-open mouth, she was literally salivating over her meal.

The doctor walked around behind them. "Come now, get into proper position, my little princess," he said, nudging Emmy's legs apart with the toe of his boot until her knees met the knee of the girl on either side of her. "Good. I'd like you to keep that way." He fished a couple of clips out of his pocket and linked their ankle cuffs together.

Now the doctor took his own seat at the table and picked up his fork and knife. "Dig in!"

Cumbunny and Fuckpup attacked their meals like they hadn't eaten for days. As Emmy looked over at Fuckpup she understood why she'd been instructed to chop the veggies so small - with the ring gag still propping the woman's mouth open, she couldn't chew. Instead she needed to mash everything up with her tongue as best as she could before using it to scoop it up into her mouth. The effort left her large, heavy tits swaying hypnotically beneath her, her large nipples just grazing the floor in front of her dish. Her springy black tail wagged excitedly back and forth from the large plug buried in her upthrust ass.

On the other side, Cumbunny had her own handicaps to overcome. With her wrists chained near her sides she wasn't able to use her arms to support herself. Emmy could feel the girl's leg tense as she leaned over her dish, using her core muscles to brace herself. The heavy titpress, which still cruelly squeezed her breasts, clattered noisily against the floor as the girl slurped up mouthfuls of food.

Emmy sighed and looked at her own dish. She was rather hungry and didn't expect that being obstinate would result in her getting to eat in a more dignified manner, so she, too, leaned over her dish. Like Cumbunny, she was unable to support herself with her hands since they were chained behind her back. As she lowered herself over her bowl she felt her dress, which had been steadily creeping up her hips, suddenly lose its grip and spring up almost to her navel. She gasped and reflexively tried to close her legs but was stymied by her bonds to the girls beside her, who briefly paused to look in her direction before resuming their feast. With her hands bound behind her back she couldn't pull her dress down any farther. She sighed at the indignity and began to eat her dinner.

The men picked up their conversation from where it left off, discussing local politics, but Emmy could feel their eyes upon her while she ate. She was sure it was no coincidence that the women had been arrayed with their backs to the table, their upturned bottoms in full view to the men - Fuckpup with her waggling tail; Cumbunny with her overstuffed holes which, now that Robert knew what to look for, he could see the dildos gently vibrating within the girl's gushing cunt and puckered ass; and Emmy, with her fully exposed pussy which, much to her chagrin, was absolutely gushing with arousal at being treated this way.

After a few glasses of brandy for the men, and three bowls of tepid water for the women, dinner wound down. Klaus stood up and unhooked Emmy from her neighbors. Then he freed a much-relieved Cumbunny from her titpress and bade his slaves to clean up. Cumbunny crawled over to Fuckpup and helped to lick the mess from the woman's face. When she was done, Fuckpup returned the favor. Emmy watched in disgust, glad that she had eaten more slowly and didn't require such assistance.

"Alright, then," the deviant host declared, "Cumbunny, clean up the dishes and then take Fuckpup for a walk in the back garden. I will accompany our guests to my laboratory to begin study of the artifact. We are not to be disturbed. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master," Cumbunny dutifully replied.

The doctor escorted Robert and Emmy upstairs to his lab which, Emmy was not at all surprised to discover, contained a full-sized gynecological exam table, complete with a bevy of leather straps to hold the unlucky occupant in place. Emmy was ordered up onto the table, and despite the fact that the item the doctor was tasked to investigate was around her neck, Klaus insisted she place her legs in the stirrups. Upon doing so, he immediately got to work securing the straps all up and down her body. He freed her hands from behind her back and bound them up over her head. Emmy had long since given up on trying to pull her dress down over her hips, feeling more naked than if she'd been wearing nothing at all with how wantonly it emphasized her intimate areas.

Klaus got to work gathering equipment. He plucked wires, probes, and boxes down from the various shelves and cabinets around the lab. He put Robert to work turning a crank on one of his larger machines to begin charging it. He pointed several bright lamps at Emmy. Finally everything was ready.

He began by passing a thin silver rod back and forth an inch away from Emmy's body from head to toe, staring at the gauges on his machines as he did so. The little needles on the machine bounced left and right as he oriented his probe in different directions. A steady feed of paper rolled out of the side of the machine, recording the measurements he made in real time. He set the rod down on Emmy's chest to take some notes. "Oooh, that's cold!" Emmy squealed.

The doctor narrowed his eyes at her. "You must not speak," he snapped. "In fact," he went to a cabinet, "I should give you this so that our sweet delicate little flower doesn't bite her tongue in case I surprise her."

Emmy saw him hold up a leather bit gag. She opened her mouth to object but found the thick leather bit forced between her teeth and the strap quickly buckled behind her head.

"Much better," Klaus remarked over the sound of Emmy's mangled cursing. "These readings are very interesting and quite unexpected," he said to Robert. "I'd like to try something else."

He set aside the silver rod and clipped several wires directly from his machine to the collar. Now he donned a heavy rubber glove and picked up a copper wand with a wire that he plugged into the device that Robert had been charging. "You say the collar responds to the wearer's distress. I'd like to take some measurements to that effect." He glanced at Emmy. "This may hurt a little."

Emmy watched intently as the doctor lowered the wand to her chest. With a quick flick of his wrist he traced a line across her breasts with the round metal tip.

"Aiiiyeee!" Emmy shrieked as several things happened all at once. Most apparent to all was Emmy's reaction. Her earsplitting scream was unlike anything Robert had ever heard from her before. Her eyes bulged from her head and her limbs strained at her bonds as the path of the wand felt like a hot knife cutting across her flesh. The gem of her collar visibly brightened. And the doctor jumped back in surprise, both from Emmy's response, and from the explosion of sparks that erupted from his machine as all the gauges maxed out and cracked the glass that was covering the various indicators.

"Remarkable!" said the stunned doctor as Emmy panted for breath and tears ran down her cheeks. He lowered the wand to his side. Emmy warily kept her eyes fixed on the horrific implement. "This collar is more powerful than I could have possibly imagined!"

"Emmy are you alright?" Robert jumped in front of the doctor and attended to the sobbing woman. He turned to the doctor. "What the hell was that?" he demanded angrily.

"Oh, I forgot to turn down the power on the electrostim wand. It was set to maximum," Klaus explained without the slightest hint of regret. "But these readings... they are off the charts," he added as he reviewed the paper that had ceased spewing out of his smoking machine. He set down the recordings and flipped off all his various equipment. "I need to recalibrate my analyzers. They weren't designed to handle this much wave flux. We'll need to resume this tomorrow once I've had a chance to upgrade and repair everything."

Robert was already way ahead of the doctor. He'd undone the straps holding Emmy to the table and had picked her up in his arms to comfort her. They took advantage of the doctor's preoccupation with his equipment to go recover in his study. Despite their misgivings, they decided to let Klaus continue his experiment. The opportunity to discover more about the collar was just too important to miss out on.

Several hours later that Klaus reappeared with Cumbunny in tow to show them to their sleeping quarters for the night. Robert, of course, was given a well-furnished bedroom with a big, soft bed. Emmy, at the doctor's insistence, was made to sleep with the girls. She was assigned a cramped kennel beside Fuckpup, low enough that she couldn't rise higher than hands and knees, and cramped enough that she could hardly lay down when curled into a ball. The cold, hard floor provided no comfort at all.

As she lay there failing to fall asleep the doctor returned to retrieve Cumbunny and Fuckpup to give them the punishments they'd earned. They were led to the adjacent dungeon where their moans and screams kept Emmy awake for hours longer until she eventually succumbed to her own exhaustion.

---

Emmy was allowed to sleep-in the next morning while Cumbunny awoke to make breakfast. She once again found herself eating her meal from a bowl on the floor, kneeling beside the two other slaves while they buried their faces in a pile of scrambled eggs and potatoes.

After that she and Robert were again left to themselves while the doctor resumed his tinkering and building in his lab. Robert took the time to gather several regional newspapers to try and learn about what had been going on while they'd been traveling - calamities seemed to be springing up everywhere: unrest in Broadham, drought in Willowbrook, and heavy rains in Heatherford that threatened to overtop its famous dam. It wasn't all bad, though. Breathless accounts of a quarantine colony that was miraculously cured and the return of the winds to Galehaven gave them hope that their mission was doing some good.

Emmy, out from under the misogynistic eye of the doctor, found herself a robe to cover her scandalous dress and used the time to explore the elaborate walled garden nestled behind the house until the late afternoon. Cumbunny eventually came to summon her back to the doctor's laboratory.

Emmy warily made her way up to the top floor of the house where the dreaded exam table waited for her. Cumbunny secured her while the doctor made his final preparations. Leather straps around her ankles and knees held her legs to the stirrups. A broad belt across her waist and her upper body kept her tight against the table, and once again her arms were raised over her head and fixed into cuffs up there.

"Klaus has assured me that we will not have a repeat of yesterday's incident," Robert told her as Cumbunny fitted a leather bit gag into her mouth. Somehow the doctor's assurances gave Emmy little comfort.

The lab had changed quite a bit from the previous day. There were more machines, larger machines, scraps of wire, chunks of metal, chalkboards scribbled with equations, and the smell of melted solder in the air. Some devices Emmy knew the purpose of, but the ones she didn't were the ones that scared her the most. The device that the doctor had used to blast Emmy's tits was gone, but a much larger version that looked ominously similar had taken its place. Instead of a small hand crank on the side, this one was being charged by a stationary bike operated by Fuckpup.

Emmy had never seen someone pedaling a bike in high heels before, but that was the least unusual thing about the situation. The curvy slave had been freed from her puppy girl bondage. She no longer had her ankles strapped to her thighs, and the waggly tailed butt plug had been removed from her ass. She sat atop a wide bicycle seat with a gap in the middle through which a big, black dildo pistoned up and down into her pussy in time with her pedaling. The handlebars had been replaced with metal stocks that kept her wrists fixed in position and dragged her upper body forward by forty five degrees. Heavy weights hung from her clamped nipples and her large breasts swayed in rhythm with her pumping legs. She must have been horribly uncomfortable in the tight latex bodysuit that covered her from head to toe. Only her large tits, her pussy, and her firm, round ass showed through strategically placed holes in it and all were dripping with sweat. A thick leather hood covered the entirety of her head, leaving her heavily huffing and puffing through the pipe jutting out from her mouth.

Emmy wondered what kept the exhausted girl going, but soon found the answer when she noticed a forked metal rod located behind Fuckpup's ass. Its position was determined by a battle between a spring and a glass cylinder filled with air by a pump powered by her pedaling. The spring tried to pull the rod closer to Fuckpup while the air pump pushed it away. The faster she pedaled, the more air filled the tube and increased the pressure resisting the spring. But there was a slow leak in the tube which meant that Fuckpup had to keep going to keep the pump working. It was a battle that she was currently losing. The rod crept closer and closer until... Zap!

Fuckpup squealed as a spark jumped from the forked rod into her bare ass. The painful shock was all the motivation Fuckpup needed to redouble her efforts. Her tired legs pumped faster, easing the rod farther away from her ass.

"Alright," Klaus said, not noticing Fuckpup's distress in the slightest. "Let's get started! Cumbunny, install the electrodes while I attach the probes to the artifact."

"Yes, master." The activity in the room now focused entirely on Emmy. The doctor ran several small cables to various points on her collar from his new and improved analyzer which was once again slowly spewing a steady stream of recordings out from its spool of paper.

Cumbunny, meanwhile, was running more wires from the machine Fuckpup was charging to strategic points on Emmy's body. First she freed Emmy from her ridiculous six inch heels and wrapped the end of a copper wire around each of her big toes. Then she lubed up a thin copper butt plug and eased it into her ass. Next was a long metal dildo that Cumbunny wetted with her mouth and then slid up into Emmy's pussy. Emmy groaned as she felt the tip of the dildo nestle up against her cervix. These two items were held in place by a leather strap that was pulled up between her legs and secured near her waist.

This was followed by a pair of mini presses just large enough to latch onto Emmy's erect nipples. Each side of the press was wrapped in a coil of copper wire. Cumbunny closed the presses tighter and tighter until Emmy was pleading with the girl for mercy. "You want these to have a good connection," Cumbunny whispered into Emmy's ear. "Believe me. I know."

One final probe was brought up to Emmy. Cumbunny seemed reluctant to place it until an impatient look from Klaus spurred her into action. The slave reached down to Emmy's pussy, adjusting the dildo strap until her clit was exposed, then she pinched open the little clamp at the end of the wire. Emmy tried to squirm out of the way but her bonds held her too tightly to the table."Nnngh! Nnn- Arrrrgh!" she wailed as her sensitive clit was squeezed between the sawtoothed jaws of the clamp. With her job complete, Cumbunny stepped back against a wall and did her best to make herself invisible.

Emmy was now wired up like a Christmas tree. Electricity was still a fairly new discovery in this age. Some of the larger cities in the kingdom had begun to install electric street lights, but to the average person the doings of the electromancers seemed more like magic than a modern feat of engineering. A million thoughts raced through Emmy's mind as she watched the doctor turning knobs and switches to make the final adjustments. Already her heart was racing and they hadn't even begun. She locked eyes with Robert, who gave her a reassuring nod that calmed her nerves a little.

"I will start off slow," Klaus explained to Robert, "This way I might gather some baseline data before ratcheting things up. I have programmed a series of shocks to agitate our subject and I will monitor how the collar reacts."

Klaus flipped a switch and stepped back to watch the readings on his instruments. Emmy braced herself, not knowing what to expect, but remembering vividly the agony of the wand that traced across her body the previous night.

Zap! Emmy flinched, but felt nothing. Fuckpup, however, squealed in pain as she received another jolt to her backside. The poor, hapless slave had no idea what was going on around her, cut off from her senses as she was by her bondage. All she knew was her struggle to keep pedaling fast enough. The distraction was just enough for Emmy to let her guard down.

Then, a few seconds later - Zap! Emmy jumped this time as a pair of sparks jumped into her nipples at the same time. She screamed more from surprise than from pain as the pinprick tingle of electricity was gone as quickly as it came. Before Emmy had a chance to process what had happened, though, another spark jumped at her, this time from the butt plug. Her hips lurched, arrested by the tight strap across her waist that held her to the table. The sensation was similar, but different in a way that she couldn't put to words.

Now the spark jumped to her toes, tensing her legs. Then back to her tits. Then her pussy. Then her ass. Then her toes. If she'd known which one was coming next she might have easily managed it, but the randomness and speed kept her constantly off guard. She danced and jerked under a cavalcade of shocks, feeling her composure beginning to break as she tried and failed again and again to guess where the next spark would come from and prepare herself. Pussy. Toes. Pussy. Tits. Toes. Ass. Tits. She wasn't sure how much more she could take, they just kept coming.

In the chaos Emmy might have been forgiven for forgetting about the terrible fifth probe on her clit - but now, at last, it activated. Zap! The table itself shifted as Emmy's entire body leapt in pain. Even at this lightest setting the feeling was excruciating, despite being short-lived. If she hadn't had the bit gag buckled between her teeth she'd have smashed them together - as it was, the bit now likely had a fresh set of teeth marks deeply embedded in the leather.

Thankfully, the clit shock triggered the end of the program. Emmy was left gasping and sweating upon the table, her eyes wildly darting from one spot to the next as the adrenaline surge kept her keyed up and expecting greater danger. But nothing more came. The doctor spent the next minutes reviewing the readings, making notes, and muttering numbers and figures to himself. Emmy came down from her state of alertness with her head swimming. The torture session feeling in hindsight like some terrible, foggy dream.

Over in the corner Fuckpup was making a minor commotion as she pedaled away. "Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!" she grunted in time with each thrust of the dildo into her hot, wet cunt. She wriggled and ground her hips into the bicycle seat at the apex of each thrust. Pedal. Pedal. Grunt. Grunt. Her legs began to quiver. Her weighted tits trembled. "Unnnnnnngh!" Fuckpup came, hard. Her whole body shuddered with bliss as her pedaling stopped under the rush of endorphins. She panted from the exertion, her breath blowing ecstatically out of the tube holding her mouth wide. Then - zap! The forked rod brought reality crashing back down onto Fuckpup. "Eeek!" She squealed as her feet fumbled upon the pedals and struggled to get going again. The dildo resumed its interminable journey in and out, in and out of her messy, wet pussy.

Klaus interrupted the relative calm a few minutes later with his sudden announcement. "That was very enlightening," he crowed. "I think we are ready to escalate." No opinion was sought from Emmy on the matter. He revisited his terrible machine and attacked the settings with the speed and skill of an experienced pro. "Ready?" he asked, then flipped the switch without waiting for a response.

Bzzt! Emmy was immediately assailed by a jolt to her pussy but, unlike the last round, this was no brief, short-lived spark. It was a sustained blast that surged through her body like a swarm of angry hornets. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. She screamed and thrashed. Her restraints rattled as they resisted her strength. When the current cut out all she could do was sob and try to catch her breath.

The next jolt came with a greater delay than she'd experienced in the previous series. Whether that was by design or just a limitation of the equipment, it wasn't clear. But Emmy could hear the device cycling up to deliver another blast. "Nnngh! Nnngh!" she begged. "Nnn- aaaahhh!" Bzzt! Every muscle in her body tensed as the next shock entered her through her ass. The bolts in the stirrups that held her legs apart creaked and rattled, but held strong. She couldn't breathe, she could only scream.

The series continued. The extra time between shocks only drew out her suffering. She sat waiting in fear for the sound of the machine charging up, then screaming in agony as it delivered its punishing blasts. Toes. Pussy. Tits. Pussy. Ass. It didn't matter where the next jolt struck - each one was worse than the last. Her mind began to fray. On and on it went. Time was measured not in seconds, but in mind shattering blasts that assailed her again and again.

Then, same as the last session, there came a sudden excruciating shock directly to her clit. Emmy felt her vision fade as the pain overwhelmed her senses. She was screaming even after the current stopped and until she ran out of breath. Then collapsed into a sobbing, blubbering wreck.

She looked over to Robert, who withered under her pleading eyes. He felt awful watching Emmy go through this. At least when he played with her he knew he was in total control - this was something else entirely. He felt so powerless. Klaus was running the show and he was merely a spectator. Sure, he knew he could halt the session at any time, but they needed this data. He was confident that Emmy could handle what was being given to her despite her begging for it to stop, which tugged at his heartstrings.

Klaus looked up from the stream of measurements that trailed out of his machine. He set down his pencil and moved to Emmy to examine the gem on her collar which was nearly at peak brightness. "Now we are getting somewhere," he declared triumphantly.

"Nnngh! Nnngh! Pleaf! Pleaf!" Emmy begged.

"Are you not having fun?" the doctor teased.

He scoffed as Emmy emphatically shook her head.

"Please, I know a submissive painslut when I see one." He undid the strap that held the dildo in her pussy and ran a finger along her labia, coming away with his digit dripping with pussy juice. "You may deny it, but your body betrays your true nature. When will you admit that what you really want, what you really need, is a man to dominate you, to control you, to give you what you deserve?"

He pulled the slick metal dildo from her cunt and replaced it with two fingers that he pumped in and out of her gushing pussy. "Mmmmm," Emmy couldn't help but moan. Her will had been shattered by the doctor's cruel torture. His deft fingers were pure bliss.

"See? You're no different than Fuckpup over there. Your body craves abuse. You can't be fully satisfied without it." His truths pierced her like arrows. Her mind could find no rebuttal as her body craved more and more of his touch.

Then something on one of the doctor's machines caught his eye. "Oh, what's this?" he asked himself as he pulled his juicy, wet fingers out of Emmy's cunt with a plop. He went to review the readouts for the previous minute.

"Cumbunny! To me!" he ordered as he set down the trail of paper.

"Yes, master!" Cumbunny swiftly replied, stepping forward from her place against the wall.

"We're going to try something different," he said. He kicked Cumbunny's legs apart and unhooked the strap between her legs, then he pried the oversized dildos from her holes and tossed them aside. They tumbled to the floor, still softly vibrating from the resonating stones attached to each one. Then he threw open a trunk and rummaged around until he found a different harness to give to Cumbunny. Before he did, though, he took a fresh resonating stone from one of the tumblers on his desk, shoved it inside a more reasonably sized dildo and attached that to the inside of the harness. "Put this on," he ordered.

Cumbunny stepped into the harness and pulled it up her legs. The dildo slid easily up into her gaping, wet pussy. She buckled the straps while the doctor found a second dildo and fitted it with the accompanying resonating stone to the first. Now the doctor affixed this new dildo to the outside of the harness.

"Ohhhhh," Cumbunny cooed as the resonating stones glowed softly and began vigorously vibrating both the strapon dildo waggling between her legs and the other dildo buried up her teased and denied cunt.

"Look at me!" the doctor snapped, drawing Cumbunny's attention away from the ecstasy between her legs. "You do not cum until she does," he said, pointing his finger at Emmy. "Is that clear?"

"Y-yesss, m-m-master," she quivered with a rapidly flushing face.

"Go." Cumbunny darted over to Emmy while the doctor retreated to his machines. She lined up the strap-on with Emmy's ready and waiting cunt and drove it to the hilt in one deep thrust. Emmy melted in bliss. Her pussy swallowed the hard cock and welcomed all its wonderful vibrations. Cumbunny pumped her hips, backing the dildo out and then driving it back in. Again. Again. Emmy was entranced.

"Mmmmmmm-aaaiyeeeee!" Her moan morphed to a scream as the doctor activated a powerful shock to her tightly clamped clit. It was as if the floor had dropped out from underneath her. Her ecstasy changed to agony in a split second, dragging her from highest highs to lowest lows. The sudden switch startled Cumbunny, who faltered in her thrusts, but quickly resumed, driven on by the raging lust building in her own body.

The hard, steady fucking renewed Emmy's thirst for pleasure and she could feel the wonderful sensations building inside her again. Cumbunny was a woman possessed. She thrust into Emmy again and again and again with a single-minded focus. Emmy was building towards the point of no return, then - Bzzt! The doctor blasted her ass with a fierce jolt from his machine. Cumbunny was knocked off balance as Emmy's cunt bore down on the dildo with every muscle in her body. She howled in frustration in harmony with Emmy's screams as the tortured princess tumbled away from her peak.

Again Cumbunny built Emmy back up from the pits of agony. And again the doctor sent her spinning away with an electric shock to her nipples and toes at the same time.

By now Cumbunny was sweating heavier than even poor, exhausted Fuckpup. It poured down her forehead, stinging her eyes. Her legs trembled as she fought against the building wave that threatened to prematurely crash over her. She bit her lip and focused on her task. Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! The strap-on pistoned in and out of Emmy's cunt at a frenetic pace. Emmy's lust began building again.

Bzzt! The doctor blasted her nipples with a sharp jolt. "Grrrr!" Emmy powered through the pain, clenching hard on the bit between her teeth. Bzzt! The doctor jolted her ass. Emmy swatted that away, too. Bzzt! The frustrated doctor shocked her nipples, her toes, and her ass all at once. Emmy fought through with a wild look in her eyes. Bzzt! The doctor mashed his controls, sending everything he had at the wired woman.

"Ahhhhhh!" Emmy screamed through the pain as a massive orgasm overpowered even that assault. The restraints on the table were pulled so hard they looked like they might snap. Emmy bucked and thrashed as wave after wave of overwhelming bliss washed over her. The lights in the lab flickered. The windows rattled. The gauges on the Klaus's machine all spiked to their maximum as the needles recording the measurements on the paper whipsawed wildly back and forth.

Cumbunny's orgasm followed immediately after. The dutiful slave squealed with delight as her body stiffened and convulsed with the strap-on fully buried in Emmy's pulsing pussy. Her knees went weak and she toppled forward, landing face first in Emmy's soft tits, gasping for breath as consciousness left both her and Emmy.

"Astounding!" an awed Klaus remarked. "Simply astounding!"

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Emmy awoke the next morning in the bed that occupied Robert's guestroom. There was no sign of Robert about. She sat up, expecting to find her body bruised and sore, but it was neither - she felt surprisingly normal. She looked down to see she was wearing a simple long cotton dress. Breakfast of fruit, buttered toast, and juice waited for her on a side table. Perhaps the previous night's experiment led Klaus to finally pay her some respect, she thought. Or, more likely, Robert had instigated this coup without the doctor's knowledge. Regardless, she was ravenous. She quickly wolfed down her breakfast then her eye caught the newspaper sitting beneath her breakfast dishes.

The headline read "Noble dies, bequeaths fortune to people of Ohmsberg". Apparently the wealthiest man in this city of extremely wealthy people had suddenly died the previous night. The cruel, eccentric, reclusive plutocrat had no heirs and in that event his will decreed that his vast fortune be divided among the lower classes of Ohmsberg. The elite were, naturally, up in arms about this - they felt his fortune needed to stay amongst the ruling class. But the document was airtight and the lord mayor of Ohmsberg insisted that the assets be distributed without delay. Overnight the poorest and most destitute denizens of the city had been given new hope.

She set down the paper when she heard a knock at the door. It was Robert, bringing her a hot cup of coffee. "I see you read the news," he said. "It seems that the collar can manipulate more than just the natural world - it can effect social change, too."

Emmy sipped her coffee, savoring its comforting warmth. "Klaus has been holed up in his lab all night going over the data he collected," Robert continued. "I doubt he slept at all. He did manage to give me a summary of his findings this morning. The power emitted from the collar is far greater than he thought was possible. He created all sorts of charts and graphs illustrating its effects. But one thing stood out - when you came while the collar was fully charged it created a tremendous shockwave that made all his measurements go haywire. It seemed to have focused all the 'good vibes', or whatever he called them, into a big, concentrated pulse."

"Fortunately, he says he has more than enough data and doesn't need to run any more experiments anytime soon. He's promised to send us the rest of his analysis when it is ready, which might not be for a few weeks, at least. I think we ought to carry on with our mission. There's an apothecary in Beesbury that might have some insights into the metaphysical aspects of the collar. And," he added, gesturing further down the page on the newspaper, "there's word that the flooding in Heatherford is getting worse. It's on the way, so I'd like to see if there's anything we can do to help."

Emmy agreed and they were soon on their way back to the airship. Before they left, Cumbunny and Fuckpup met them at the door to say goodbye. Well, not so much to 'say' it, considering that Cumbunny now wore a tight leather bodysuit that covered her from top to bottom. The straps that ran all along it had been pulled as tight as possible. Underneath the upper part of the bodysuit Cumbunny looked to be wearing a version of the pin bra that Fuckpup had worn a couple days before. A strict corset around her midsection severely narrowed her waist. A stiff posture collar rose from the tops of her shoulders, across her neck, and up over her mouth, ending just below her nose, concealing the bottom part of the tight leather hood that covered all but the girl's bright eyes. Her arms had been twisted around behind her and tied together at wrist and elbow. She swayed on a set of ballet boots that brought her height almost eye-to-eye with Robert. The short chain connecting her ankles ensured she moved around with only the tiniest of steps.

Beside her Fuckpup was back in her usual bitchsuit with her ankles strapped to her thighs and her wrists to her biceps. Her large tail butt plug was back, wagging playfully from side to side with every movement. A large bone-shaped bit gag was harnessed into her mouth. Her huge tits had been bound near her chest with thin leather cords that each connected to a heavy dumbbell that dragged on the floor beneath her. At a signal from Cumbunny, Fuckpup rocked back onto her knees and rose into the 'beg' position. The strain in her face was apparent as she lifted herself upward and the heavy weights pulled free from the floor, supported fully by her tits.

"Goodbye, Liza. Goodbye, Lady Jessica," Emmy said. "Thank you for everything."

Out on the streets of Ohmsberg the common people seemed to carry with them a sense of relief. Perhaps not all of their troubles were solved by the infusion of the dead plutocrat's inheritance into their bank accounts, but it was a little less burden that they each had to carry.

Back on the Ravenwing the winds were favorable and they were soon on their way to Heatherford, which was about a two day flight away. They just hoped they could make it in time.

---

The Ravenwing lurched and shuddered as it was buffeted by the storms above Heatherford. Normally an airship would go out of its way to avoid a tempest like this, but Robert and Emmy had sailed straight for it. Robert had tremendous faith in Lord Callum's upgrades, and in his own piloting skills, to keep the ship from crashing.

Down in the cargo hold, Emmy felt her stomach drop as the deck beneath her feet suddenly fell away from her. The Ravenwing had sailed into a strong downdraft and dropped several hundred feet in a matter of seconds. Bzzzt! Emmy shrieked as a jolt of electricity tore through the clamps on her nipples.

Robert had taken a page from Klaus's playbook and rigged the ships new electrical system into her latest predicament. He had snapped little metal clamps onto her sensitive nipples. Then he had covered those with thin glass tubes that he suctioned over her pinched nipples. Through a delicate balance of pumps and tubes he had managed to transform her tits into a rudimentary barometer. As the airship crashed about within the storm they would hit different pockets of varying air pressure. When they entered a low pressure region the air was sucked out of the glass tubes. The resulting vacuum pulled and stretched her nipples until the clamps touched the metal contacts at the ends of the tubes. This closed the circuit and unleashed a torrent of electricity into her painfully distended nipples.

The ship lunged out of the downdraft and banked hard to the left. The air pressure increased enough to allow her nipples clamps to break contact with the leads. Emmy's shuddering body relaxed a bit but she feared that each tug from the vacuum tubes left her nipples swollen and stretched just a little bit more, making them more susceptible to the next time.

The hard turn had thrown Emmy off balance, she staggered backwards and wailed as the coarse rope she straddled tore through her cunt. Thankfully she stopped before stumbling over one of the bulbous knots that had been tied every few feet in the rope.

At the start of this little adventure Robert had set her with her back up against the left side wall of the cargo hold. Then he had strung his knotted rope from one side of the ship to the other after first feeding it through the ring on the bottom of the thick butt plug that occupied her ass. The ring, he told her, was to help keep her from falling over, but Emmy knew it to be just another obstacle as she navigated the rope. The chunky knots would get hung up on the ring and she'd have to practically sit down on the rope as she inched forward and guided it through. They never seemed to snag in a way that could pull the butt plug free from her ass, instead twisting and stretching her aching asshole until she relented and had to back up to try again.

Robert had said to her that she wouldn't be released until either the storm broke or she came. To help her out he had used one of the sets of resonating stones Klaus had gifted him. One stone he mounted to a leather harness that kept it firmly pressed against her clit. The other he set at the far end of the rope where it met the right side wall of the cargo hold. A little magnet glued to each stone would ensure they'd snap together once she reached her destination.

But the journey was much easier said than done. Emmy perched on a pair of ballet boots similar to the ones Cumbunny wore when they had left the doctor's house. Standing up on tiptoe made walking practically impossible, especially since her toes only barely grazed the floor unless she pressed most of her weight down on the rope. Furthermore, she wore on her ankles a set of heavy iron fetters connected by a short, thick chain. The extra weight was ostensibly to keep her from toppling over as the ship pitched about but, in reality, it just made every step require significantly more effort to take.

Within the first half hour on the rope Emmy estimated that she had traveled maybe half of the way along. She didn't know for sure though because her sight had been taken by the blindfold fixed over her eyes. A big red ball gag helped to stifle any complaints she had about her situation. Her wrists had been tied together in front of her body then pulled up and back over her head where they were tied off on her collar. Her elbows were then bound together so that her arms were kept pinned against her head.

When the ship leveled off this time Emmy decided to make her move. She steeled herself and leaned forward, lifting her heavy foot for just an instant to swing it forward. She felt the chain linking her ankles pull tight - each step was limited to no more than a few inches. She quickly set her foot down again, wincing in pain as the tips of her toes bore her body's weight within the ballet boot. With no time to lose she swung her other foot forward. She was rewarded with the sensation of the coarse rope grinding its way through her aching pussy.

The ship pitched to her right, probably Robert trying to regain the altitude they'd lost in that last down draft. She kept creeping forward, inch by agonizing inch. Her ropeburned cunt blazed in pain. Another step. And another. She was halted by the next knot in the rope slamming into the front of her pussy.

Emmy paused, building up the will to do this next part. There was no good way to get up onto the knot, the rope was too tight, her legs could stretch no higher. Her only recourse was to lean into it, feeling the bulbous knot twist and pinch her delicate labia harder and harder, until, finally, the rough chunk sprang backwards and nestled into the entrance to her vagina. But this was only half the battle, now she needed to get off the knot. The current situation was compounded by the growing ache in her nipples - they were being stretched again by the increasing suction of the glass tubes. She feared they were approaching another microburst.

The press of the knot filling the entrance to her cunt wasn't altogether unpleasant. As the ship bobbed through a patch of turbulence she bounced up and down on the chunk of rope, it fucking her cunt like a stubby little cock, albeit one with a rough texture that seemed to draw all the moisture from her pussy like a dry sponge. Early on she considered trying to beat Robert at his own game by trying to get off on humping one of the chunky knots, but quickly abandoned the idea as she discovered that the longer she sat on one, the more painful it became.

She leaned forward, fighting to slip her pussy past the bulky intruder. The knot resisted her, digging into her cunt, grinding against her vagina. Emmy gave a determined growl and pressed herself harder. A sudden bump from the ship added enough jostling to knock the knot loose. It tore its way past her pussy and settled between her aching cunt and the ring jutting out from her butt plug.

Now came the tricky part, as if the previous two steps for navigating the obstacle weren't difficult enough. She needed to contort her body just right as she moved so that she could thread the knot through the ring on the butt plug without snagging it and painfully stretching her asshole.

She took a breath to get ready. Her nipples were blazing with pain as they stretched farther and farther in the little glass tubes. Just as she was about to take a step forward the deck dropped out from beneath her again. For a brief second she was weightless, then the ship halted and banked hard to the right. Emmy was thrown backward, the knot she'd just passed tore its way through her pussy again, going in the opposite direction. Emmy was able to regain her balance and stop her slide. Bzzzt! The burning pain in her pussy was suddenly eclipsed by the sharp, crackling agony of the electricity blasting through her nipples. When it finally cut out Emmy wailed in despair at her seemingly hopeless and futile task.

---

Robert squinted against the torrent of rain that pelted his face as he righted the ship. He could hear Emmy's screams reverberate up from below deck. He glanced at the scrying mirror he'd mounted to the steering console to make sure she was okay - relatively speaking, of course. His divided attention posed even greater danger for what was already an extremely perilous mission, but the Ravenwing handled itself with stunning aplomb no matter what the fierce storm threw at it. Whatever Lord Callum and his men had done to improve the ship, it was working wonders.

He took advantage of a relatively calm patch of sky to try and regain the altitude they'd lost in this latest downdraft, circling higher and higher. The storm system seemed to have stalled out over the city of Heatherford, dumping inch after inch of rain on the drenched region. All the local reservoirs had long since filled and the dam several miles upstream from town was at risk of being overtopped. If it failed the city would be wiped off the map.

A sudden gust of wind from the left sent the ship pitching hard to the right. Emmy's surprised screams echoed up from below. A break in the clouds revealed the giant Heather River Dam directly beneath the ship. Waves splashed just feet shy of the little roadway that trundled along the top of the dam. At the rate this rain was falling it wouldn't last another day.

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Emmy didn't know how she was still standing, much less moving along on the rope. She sensed that she was getting close to her destination, the amount of 'give' in the rope seemed to decrease as she approached the bracket that held the rope to the wall. Her pussy was in complete agony; bruised, scratched, chaffed, ropeburned. Her legs felt so heavy that she could hardly pick up her feet. She thought she must have just passed the final knot on the rope. She was in the home stretch. She convinced herself that she could already feel just the tiniest vibration from the proximity of the resonating stone.

Just a little bit farther, she told herself. She tried to move a step closer, but her legs refused to move. She tried again. Nothing. She was simply too exhausted.

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Robert watched Emmy intently in the scrying mirror. "C'mon, I know you can do it," he silently cheered on her image. The storm had calmed considerably in the past twenty minutes, coinciding approximately with the time when the gem on Emmy's collar had reached peak brightness. The rain had slowed to a drizzle and the swirling winds steadied. He looked down at the dam, though, to see that the waters were still rising.

He glanced at Emmy again, frozen just inches away from her destination. Did she realize how close she was? He grabbed a firm hold on the steering controls. Maybe I'll give her just a little help, he thought. He jerked the ship in a hard bank to the right.

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Clack! Emmy stumbled forward and the resonating stone jumped off its bracket and locked onto the magnet glued onto its matched partner.

"Unnnngh!" Emmy legs melted as the stone pressed against her clit roared into action. She thought she was too exhausted, she thought she was too pained, she thought she was too defeated to possibly be able to get turned on, but the activation of the stones pushed all those thoughts far from her mind. Her own depraved body never failed to surprise her.

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Robert watched with satisfaction as Emmy succumbed to the effects of the resonating stones. He couldn't hear her blissful moans through the mirror, but he saw the way she bobbed on the rope and how the drool poured from her gagged mouth. Seeing the way she reacted was inspiring devilish new ways he could make use of the doctor's delightful gift.

As the sadistic gears were turning in his mind he found his hands subconsciously reaching for the steering controls once more. Before he knew it, he had banked the ship hard to the left, sending it spiraling.

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"Ahhhh!" Emmy screamed as she staggered backwards on the rope. She tumbled into a knot, which miraculously navigated its way through the butt plug ring without getting snagged. She came to a halt sitting atop the knot, its bulk wedged firmly between her swollen red labia. But the agony was lost in an instant, drowned out by the overpowering vibrations of the stone against her clit. In fact she soon found herself rocking up and down as she fucked herself on the knot, bobbing on it like a trampoline, pressing her tortured toes hard into the floor, then setting her full weight down on the knot.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Drool poured from her mouth. Her legs burned with exhaustion. Her pussy pulsed with pain. But nothing could stop her in that moment. Up. Down. Up. Down. The knot was soon soaked through with her pussy juice. Up. Down. Up. Down. She could feel it coming. Up. Down. Up. Down. "Unnnnngh!" a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.

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Boom! A tremendous explosive rumble reverberated from the land far beneath the Ravenwing. "Oh no!" Robert thought. "We're too late! The dam broke!"

He raced to the railing, fearing that he'd see a wall of water barreling towards Heatherford. Instead he saw the land falling away into a giant sinkhole just next to the overfull reservoir. A torrent of water soon followed, pouring into the newly opened cavern. The pressure against the dam began to ebb.

Robert breathed a sigh of relief then hurried to free Emmy and tell her the good news.