A long caravan of black SUVs made their way barreling down the poorly lit street in the warehouse district. They were moving so fast that by the time you could hear them, they were already passing you in a shadowy blur. The group totaled 5 massive military style vehicles. All completely jet black with almost as windows tinted almost dark enough to match. Almost as fast as they were moving, they equally as quickly came to a complete stop outside their destination. A strategically poorly lit warehouse that hid the fact of just how many guards there were around the seemingly abandoned building. The two front SUVs parked facing towards the building, creating a makeshift wall to provide protection to the long SUV limo that was behind them. The back two SUVs did the same behind the stretched out vehicle. The four smaller SUVs all turned their lights on to bright, blinding anyone that looked towards the parked cars, while in turn lighting up the building face showing every guard and henchman that was there. From the four smaller SUVs emerged large muscular men in dark sunglasses and suits. They all looked nearly identical in build and size. All stood around six and half feet tall, all around 270 lbs and each one looked strong enough and mean enough to kill anyone that looked at them wrong.
The men guarding the building started to get worried and frantically began thinking this was some military group or other form of law enforcement. Either way, they felt like they were in trouble and were about to do their best to fight off these unexpected invaders when the front door opened from the building and out ran a slender man in a suit. He looked a little worse for wear but tried to make up for it with his clothes. He had just gotten out of jail from when the little snot nosed bitch Liberty Lass had jumped him and his two most loyal comrades when they were making a pick up across town. That night had led him to this point. He ran out and yelled out the all clear signal, letting his men know not to attack, which in fact saved their lives as all they were unaware that all of these men, while strong enough to dispatch multiple assailants in hand to hand combat, were all carrying automatic guns and would have easily dispatched the lot of them.
Running towards the parked caravan, the skinny man finally got far enough past the headlights that he was no longer being blinded by them and could finally make out details of the scene around him. The license plate read MSTRSS and he then knew exactly who was in the limo. He had hoped that his communications had been taken seriously, that his concerns were noticed. He didn’t think it would have gotten HER attention. Just as he reached the door, completely winded, he stretched out his hand to grab the door handle as he was already bending over to bow before the occupant when the door violently swung open and hit his hand and the top of his head causing him to fall backwards onto the wet dirty ground in his cheap suit. He looked up with his eyes without moving his head and saw a fearful yet extremely sensual sight. He sat motionless on the ground, his head bowed, but his eyes held in such a way as he watched a stiletto heeled black leather boot stretch out of the SUV and click onto the ground as it hit the asphalt. The woman stepped out of the back and stood in front of the opening to the parked car. She stood there for a moment before taking a couple of steps towards the cowering man. “Stand up you little sniveling worm.” The woman commanded him with a cold, stern voice. He stood up but made sure to not make eye contact with the woman he figured to be the owner of the SUV. He could see most of her outfit at this point. She was wearing a full body latex suit. The outfit was slick and shiny as it clung to her like a second skin. Not a single inch of her skin was visible as she was covered from her feet to the middle of her neck by the black suit. On top of the second skin suit, she wore thigh high laced stiletto boots. The heels alone must have been four inches. She wore a black leather belt that had hooked to it a coiled whip and a couple pouches for who knows what devices or other items. He tried not to notice, but he couldn’t help but stare as he noticed the woman’s latex outfit was snug enough to show off her crotch in every detail. Details he was staring at intently when the handle of a black crop pressed up into his chin, forcing his head upward. His eyes noticed that a tight leather corset was wrapped around the latex body suit, squeezing her already thin waist and her perfectly sized breasts, giving her an even more defined hourglass shape. “Look at me, you piece of shit.” The man wouldn’t look at her face. She grabbed his face with a strong firm grip, squeezing his cheeks together, forcing his lips to purse outward. She titled his face upward as she was taller than him in those ridiculously high heels. Her face was amazing. She could have been a model the man thought to himself. Or a porn star. Her face was completely uncovered except for her dark makeup that highlighted and dramatically accentuated her beauty. Around her neck was a chocker almost identical to the one that his mistress Vice wears except where there was a diamond encrusted “V”, this woman wore and “O”. “I said, look at me!” She yelled at him as he refused to make eye contact out of fear.
The dominating woman let his face go, then proceeded to slap his face hard enough to knock him down to one knee. She then kneed him in the face to knock him down to the ground. Once he was on his back, she pressed her boot down onto the man’s groin causing him to wince in pain. “You obey me, you little bitch! When I tell you to do something you OBEY!” She twisted her foot against his crotch causing him to cry and yell out in pain. As she bent over at her waist, her long high ponytail of platinum blonde hair fell to the side of her face and dangled down in front of her breasts that were showing ample amount of latex and leather clad cleavage. She proceeded to whip the man’s face with her crop as he tried to cover his face. “You! Will! OBEY!”
The man thought she was never going to stop until a sensual, sexy, mature voice came out from the back of the SUV. “That’s enough, Obedience. The little man has learned his lesson.”
As soon as she heard the woman’s voice she stopped her punishment and sexily walked back to the SUV and slid her riding crop into its place, down in her boot. As she walked towards the SUV, the man looked up and stared at her round full ass jiggle and bounce as she walked her own little catwalk back towards the car. The lights glistened off the latex covering her ass, causing it to shine and look even more amazing than it already did. As she returned, the man saw that also getting out of the SUV were two more latex and leather clad women. One clad in a nearly see through latex suit that left very little to the imagination as it covered little of her skin and what it did cover was nearly see through. Her long wavy red hair blew freely in the wind as she walked around stretching her legs. He noticed that she kept stopping and would arch her back, or rub her breasts. It was like she knew she was being watched and it turned her on. She rested up against the SUV and he couldn’t believe what he saw, she began to play with herself in front of everyone as she stared at the first woman. She watched the one that the voice called “Obedience” bend over and reach into the back of the dark limo. She stared at the shapely ass sticking into the air as she bit her lip and began to rub her crotch. The man was amazed as it seemed the redhead was actually turned on that much just from seeing her. Also walking about, almost as if with a chip on her shoulder was the smallest of the three, clad in white latex and leather. She stood over by one of the other parked SUVs, leaning on one of the muscled men as she watched the sexual display by the redhead. Her outfit seemed to consist of more latex than leather, her outfit seemed to be rather conservative compared to the others, until he noticed her turn around and saw that her ass was completely hanging out the back of her bikini bottom latex shorts. The tight material crawled its way up her curves until it was almost swallowed up, disappearing into her crack. She smacked her ass a couple of times before proceeding to use the muscled man she was leaning on as a dancing pole. The man crawled up and was standing up again by this time, not sure if he was seeing what he was watching.
It wasn’t until the final woman appeared out of the back. Wearing a latex red and black dress, this woman seemed more elegant and more refined than the others. Once she was completely out of the vehicle, she snapped her gloved fingers and both the other two stopped their sexual displays and walked to her side. The redhead’s boots were similar to that of the tall blondes, making her tall as well, but the blonde was definitely the tallest; even taller than the woman in the latex dress. The shortest girl, the one in white was wearing thick soled heeled combat boots. He noticed their boots a lot as he was keeping his head down and his eyes away from them as to not incur the wrath of the blonde again. “Lust, Envy. Is this the one you were telling me about?” The woman in charge asked. The two women grabbed him and fondled him. Rubbing him all over, treating him like a piece of meat almost. Taking turns to grab his face and look him in the eyes.
In unison the looked back at their mistress and said “Yes Mistress.” They then pushed against him, causing him to fall down once more as they returned to the sides of their mistress. The mistress placed her hand on Envy’s ass and began to immediately massage it, and grabbing it possessively which caused her to turn inward towards her mistress, loving every touch. The redheaded Lust clung to her mistress and looked up at her pleadingly until the mistress reached into her glove where she pulled out a little bullet vibrator.
She looked down at lust and reached down inside her tight see through latex bottoms and slid the little toy inside her pet for her reward. Which caused Lust to start purring almost instantly. “Good girl.” The mistress said before turning her attention back to the man. “Get on your knees.” The man quickly did so, and crawled over to in front of her on all fours.
“Mistress, thank you, thank you!” The man began. His praise was cut short by another sharp smack from the blonde’s gloved hand right across his face.
“You speak to the mistress only when you are told you can speak you little fuck!” Obedience barked at him.
The Mistress simply stroked Obedience’s gloved hand and the tall blonde pulled back her arm and stepped back a moment. “So, you are the one that brought it to my attention that my lovely Vice isn’t doing her part anymore, hmmm?” She stroked his face as she talked to him. “You said my little pet has fallen prey to some would be hero in fucking tights?” Her voice hardened as she asked this. Her hand grabbed a full bunch of his hair and pulled his neck back. Causing him to grunt and wince as she mistreated him. To which the other women seemed to all enjoy. “Why do you say things about your mistress like this? Vice is one of my lovely pets. One of my Loves. She would never betray me!”
“It….It’s….” the man grunts and groans as he tries to explain himself. The two women, especially the redhead seems to take sexual enjoyment out of his pain and grunts. “It’s true, Mistress. She’s betrayed you! She let’s our business suffer to play games with Liberty Lass!” With that, the mistress threw his head forward and released his hair.
“I must thank you for bringing this to my attention. However. You have betrayed your mistress. Gone behind her back. And you have either spread lies about her, or have allowed her to take it this far. Either way, you betrayed your mistress’ trust and were disloyal to her.” Mistress pushed Envy and Lust off her shoulders. “Obedience. Show this little rat what happens when anyone is disloyal to their mistress.”
Obedience didn’t even say a word. She smiled as she strutted over to the kneeling man. As she walked, she uncoiled her whip and gave it a couple of practice cracks to get it all ready for her prey. She walked behind him and stood a good ten feet or so behind him, ready to punish him. Mistress spoke loudly so everyone that was watching could hear. “This is what happens when you betray your mistress!” She nodded her head and the tall blonde began to immediately whip the man’s back, tearing his clothes and soon his skin with each crack. As he screamed in pain, Lust got more and more turned on. She started whimpering in pleasure as she felt the little toy inside her buzz away as she watched the sniveling rat get what he deserved. Envy meanwhile, reattached herself to their mistress as she watched. Begging her mistress to let her punish him too. After about 20 lashes, Mistress waved her hand and Obedience stopped. Mistress squatted down and picked the bleeding, crying man off the ground. She placed one hand behind his head and the other under his chin. She acted all motherly towards him, hushing his cries. “It had to be done. You were a bad boy.”
He muttered out a tearful pathetic “I’m sorry, mistress.”
She just stroked his face and said, “I know.” She then quickly snapped his neck and let his limp body drop to the ground. His face fell half into a puddle of muddy water in a pothole that was also mixed with his blood from the wounds on his back. She stood up and called her girls to her. Obedience coiled her whip tightly and placed it back on her belt and Lust, having finally finished her orgasm, removed the small toy and handed it to her mistress all wet with her juices. She licked it clean and placed it back in her glove and the Mistress along with her three pets stepped over the man’s corpse and walked towards the building. “Let’s go boys. Time to go check up on Vice. I hear she’s been a naughty girl.”
Mistress made her way inside the building with her entourage. She looked around and noticed that there were not nearly as many men inside as there should have been. Also there were not nearly the number of crates of “products” around as expected. “Most disappointing.” Mistress said as she could tell that Vice was not running her business like she was expected to do. They worked their way up the second floor that was home to several rooms. Vice’s personal room, a couple of holding rooms for keeping the more “lively merchandise” and a room that was used as Vice’s personal play room. Where she would take her pets in to have some “fun” with them. The men stayed downstairs, guarding the entrance to the stairs. They knew that when Mistress visited her pets, that she did not want to be disturbed. Often, she would spend hours of personal time with her pets one on one, reacquainting herself with their obedience and lust for her. As the women walked down the hall, they could hear moaning and sighing coming from Vice’s personal room. They could tell exactly what Vice was up to. Inside her room, Vice was leaning back in her high back leather chair, her left leg up on the desk, spreading herself wide, fucking her pussy with a pink vibrator, plunging it deep into her wet hole, pulling it out only to lick it or press it against her hard clit before she resumed fucking herself with it. Her chair had its back to the door and she was too into her lusts to notice the light coming in from the now open door. She was focused. Focused not on the toy between her legs, but the picture on the wall she was staring at. She had nailed up to the wall next to her desk, a full body cutout of Liberty Lass from the local newspaper.
Over the past few months, Vice and Liberty had continued their game of cat and mouse. Each time, Liberty had walked away with the overall victory by capturing more of Vice’s men, or seizing more of her merchandise but Vice had not left empty handed either. She got to play with her little pet heroine. Vice and Liberty both had become accustomed to their encounters. They were almost like dates at this point. Two to three times a week now, Liberty would go out on patrol and Vice would have some of her men being obviously doing something illegal. Vice would wait for Liberty to do her “hero thing” and stop them, wait for her to have them arrested, then Liberty would wait. Vice had noticed that Liberty had become accustomed to their unspoken arrangement. And without fail, Vice would oblige. The two of them were getting to the point that they needed each other. Vice had long since gone beyond her usual limits and lately, even though she maintained her dominating, forceful role, she was being slightly less forceful with Liberty. She even would allow Liberty to kiss her, and touch her with more than just her tongue and lips. Vice wouldn’t admit it, but she was growing as emotionally attached to Liberty as she would allow herself. She had allowed her experiences to harden her heart until she was practically emotionless, but Liberty warmed her soul more than she felt she should allow, yet she continued to play these games with her. Vice knew that the naïve heroine was growing attached emotionally. The last two times they had met for their sexual rendezvous, Liberty had confessed that she loved Vice. Vice didn’t say anything in return. She knew that Liberty didn’t really love her. There was nothing to love other than the sex. And it wasn’t even loving, romantic sex. But base carnal lust. The same lust that Vice was experiencing this very moment as she pleasured herself thinking of that curvy heroine in her blue and pink outfit.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes! Mmmm” Vice exclaimed as she worked herself over with the toy. The women accompanying their mistress wanted to go into the room, or say something, but she just motioned for them to stay, and be quiet. They stood in the door way waiting for the right time. Vice continued pleasuring herself until she felt a climax approaching. “Oh Liberty! I’m going to cum for you! I’m cumming! Oh fuck yes! FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK!!!” She yelled as she pulled the toy out just in time for some of her juices to spray out in front of her onto her legs, the chair and the floor. She sat in the chair breathing hard to catch her breath as she came down from her orgasm.
“What the fuck do we have here?” Mistress asked as she walked into the room, startling Vice. The four women walked into the room with determination.
Her voice followed by the clicking heels startled Vice and she spun around, exposing herself to the group. She was completely naked save for her gloves and boots and collar. “Miss…..Mistress! I didn’t know you would be coming here! And with the other girls, too!” She quickly jumped out of her chair and crawled over towards her mistress on all fours. Vice was trying to be as submissive as she could be. She knew she just was caught red handed and would pay for it. Not to mention what Mistress would do once she found out about how Vice had practically been losing business, merchandise, men on purpose just to make Liberty happy.
“Before you say anything, Vice. I saw the state of this place. Your men. The LACK of merchandise. And you can’t imagine how it breaks my heart to hear you pleasuring yourself to someone other than the thought of your Mistress.”
Vice looked up at her Mistress longingly and with a very sorrowful, remorseful look. Before she could speak, Obedience reached for her crop in her boot. Mistress stopped her before she could even get it out of its sheath. “No need for that. Vice is one of us. She isn’t treated like a common slave. Lust bring me that pink toy that she fucked herself with while thinking of this little harlot.” Lust quickly walked over to the chair and grabbed the toy and brought it to her mistress after licking it clean. “Hmm so you fancy this wannabe heroine, Liberty Lass, hmm? You would ruin your business…. MY business and betray your love for me for what? For a chesty blonde in spandex?”
“Mistress, I would never…..”
“Silence!”
Vice lowered her head and accepted her situation. “I accept whatever punishment you deem fit for me, Mistress.”
“Oh! You will be punished. I assure you that.” Mistress left Vice, naked and crawling on the floor on her hands and knees as she walked over to the wall to the picture of Liberty Lass. “But first, I think I will punish this little slut for tempting you away from me.”
Vice’s eyes grew wide as she knew Liberty wouldn’t be able to handle the tortures her Mistress could devise. She didn’t want to see such a sweet innocent naïve girl get put through that. Not again. “Please mistress! Leave her out of this! I beg you!”
“Look at yourself. Girls. Look at your sister. This is what becomes of you when you stray from me. When you don’t love your Mistress. Go clean yourself up you miserable excuse.” Vice started to stand up, but Mistress put her high heels on her shoulder. “Crawl out of here. I will deal with you later.” Vice slowly crawled out of the room in shame and fear for what Liberty was going to experience. Mistress turned to Obedience and ran her hand gently across her face. “You. I want you to find me this girl. Bring her to me. I will teach her personally what happens when someone messes with one of my girls. When someone messes with my business.”
“It will be done mistress.” With that, the tall woman walked powerfully out of the room and snapped her fingers alerting the men downstairs that they were to follow her.
Envy looked over at her Mistress. “What about us, Mistress?”
“You two can help me get this place ready. We are going to have company.” She said with a playful smile.
All this while, across town, Liberty Lass had been out on one of her patrols. Completely unaware of the dangers heading her way, she rested on a rooftop that she often frequented. She leaned up against the brick wall that came up to about her stomach as she leaned over the edge slightly, watching the busy streets below. Liberty had become quite the little professional. She had even worked out a standard patrol and learned all of the good look out points over the past few months. Tonight had been pretty uneventful. Liberty smiled as she realized how commonplace this was getting for her. What she used to think of as real action was now hardly worth thinking about.
She let her mind wander as she thought about the fact that the semester was almost over. She was most looking forward to next year. Because next year she was going to take some martial arts classes and actually learn how to fight. She knew she was too dependent on her super human strength to make up for the fact that she couldn’t really fight worth more than a standard bar room brawl. From what all she had encountered so far, she didn’t really need to learn to fight beyond what she could do already. She was good enough to contend with average street thugs and there was no need to fight Vice. Vice. Liberty sighed heavily and thought to herself how impressive it was that she made it all the way until almost midnight without thinking about Vice. It had been almost two weeks since she last saw her. She was getting worried. Liberty was afraid that she had run her off by admitting she was in love with her. She thought for sure she was. I mean, this is what love was, right? Liberty sighed heavily as she looked around and saw nothing was going to happen, and decided to go check out a few streets down. She cleared her head and took a few steps back. Running forward, she gave a strong push off and leapt from rooftop to rooftop making a few blocks in almost no time flat. She headed off towards the warehouse district. Towards Vice.
Several minutes passed by, and Liberty was frustrated when she kept not finding anyone or any hint left around by Vice. She was sitting on the ledge of a building when suddenly she heard a slight noise and felt a whip coil around her neck. “Oh there you are! I’ve been looking for you for two weeks now! Where have you been? Did I run you off?” She asked rapidly and calmly as she stood up, not even trying to take the whip off her neck. She was violently yanked down off the ledge and hit the brick roof hard. “Ow! What the hell!?! I thought we were passed this….” She tried to finish her statement by was quickly tossed about again. This time, the whip uncurled from her neck and sent her rolling into the ledge she had been seated on. “Seriously…what give Vice?”
That’s when the tall blonde stepped out of the shadows.
“You…you’re not….Who are you?” Liberty asked.
The blonde just scowled at her and cracked her whip at Liberty. Liberty instinctually jumped back, causing the frayed end of the whip to narrowly miss her face. She saw three small blonde strands of hair floating in the air in front of her. The whip had gotten that close. Liberty swallowed hard. Obedience stepped forward slowly, stalking her prey. Liberty kept backing up as she tried to figure out who this woman was. She lunged forward only to be met by a swift knee to the gut, knocking the wind right out of her. She coughed a little, gasping for air. “Ok…..that was…………cute.” Liberty swung at her again, but the tall blonde just dodged the punch.
“You really fight like that? Wild punches?” She asked Liberty in a mocking tone, trying not to laugh.
Liberty was getting frustrated. Not only could she not hit this girl, but she was taunting her about it. “Not always. Sometimes I use stuff. Like THIS!” With that, she swung a long lead pipe that she had grabbed off the rooftop that had been propped up against the ledge. The pipe hit the tall blonde in her gut, which knocked her back a step, but not down. “How the hell are you still up? Those heels are like what? Six inches?!?” Liberty yelled out as she took another swing with the pipe. The woman ducked and rolled out of the way this time. She rolled up to her knee and in one smooth motion, let her whip fly and wrap around the pipe. She pulled back on it, but Liberty wasn’t so easily giving up her equalizer. “I don’t think so, you amazon bitch.” Liberty used her strength to lift the pipe and drag the woman with it up over her head and slam them both into the top of the roof. The woman hit with a loud thud that cracked the rooftop slightly. “Not so tough now, huh?” Liberty taunted.
The woman crawled up and grabbed into her pouch on her belt and pulled out a little capsule. She threw it and hit her target right on the nose. Precisely, on Liberty’s nose. The capsule snapped and a small mist spread out in front of her face. “Ow! What was that……aabb….” The gas did it’s trick and the heroine slumped down, unconscious onto the rooftop.
Hours later Liberty awoke to a most disturbing scene. She was tied very tightly to a large metal ‘X’. Her arms and legs spread apart and shackled into place. She looked around the room and noticed there wasn’t anyone in there at the moment. She figured that her captors didn’t realize she was awake just yet. She struggled to get free. Pushing and pulling on her restraints. But they just wouldn’t budge as she wasn’t able to get enough leverage. Her writhing and struggling must have caused her to make enough noise as to alert someone because the door was opening as she looked over at it. “Who’s there? Where am I?”
“Your instructor and where you need to be.” The female voice responded.
Liberty squinted as the light above her nearly blinded her and all she could make out was a silhouette further out in the room. “What do you mean? Why did you kidnap me?”
“You are here because you need to learn your place. And you were brought here…” The voice tapered off shortly. Liberty heard a light muted tap noise. “…because my mistress wants you here.” Her finished statement was followed by a crack of a whip against Liberty’s chest. Even with the added protection of her outfit and her toughened skin, that still hurt. She pulled defiantly against her restraints, hoping against hope to be able to break free. “Go ahead. Squirm. It won’t help. You will feel the sting of my whip. And you will learn to obey.” The woman continued to strike Liberty over and over for several minutes. Minutes that bled into over 20, then 30. Finally the whipping stopped, not because her tormentor wanted to, but because she was told to. As she held the coiled whip in one hand, she walked over to Liberty’s bruised body. Her arms, torso, and legs had large whelps and some minor cuts from the repeated lashes. Her outfit had been torn in many places, the material was unable to stand up to the repeated tearing assaults. Grabbing Liberty’s face firmly, she said, “I have had my fun, little pet. Your outfit and skin resisted longer than I had expected, but still. It is all the same. You gave in to my whip’s sting.” She offered an evil smile as Liberty, now hanging from her restraints rather than push against them trying to stand up. Her body and almost her entire will had been literally whipped into submission. “Hang around for a while. There is plenty more fun activities for you to enjoy. My mistress insists.” Liberty mustered what will she could and glared weakly at the blonde woman. “Oh…we will break you of that spirit, you little whore. You will learn to live to obey your superiors.” She gave Liberty’s face a couple hard smacks and then proceeded to walk out of the room. Liberty, completely worn out from her nearly an hour long torture session, glanced around the room. Trying to think of some way to escape. There must be a way. She was just too weak. Whatever was in that gas, was still in her system and what strength the gas didn’t take away, the whip took care of that. Her body was limp as she hung loosely off the giant x. Giving one last push for good effort, she ended up fading out as her body finally gave out, tired and used up. Unable to continue fighting for now.
Liberty was rudely and painfully awoken from being passed out when she felt a sharp pain from her left breast. She opened her eyes to a horrifying scene. There was a group of men, all about the same size, all tall, mean, angry looking beasts of men. And all of them looked like they were expecting their turn with the captive heroine. As her mind cleared she realized that the men across the room were all staring, watching. But they weren’t looking at her. She slowly looked down and that’s when she saw him. And upon seeing him, she could suddenly feel what he was doing. She screamed and yelled, shaking her head. Her horror at what was going on, caused her to begin crying. Her yells and screams of protest, the way she struggled with whatever might she could, he seemed to enjoy it. She thought to herself as she was forced to endure him fingering and licking away at her exposed nethers, that at least he wasn’t…fully raping her. She at least had that consolation.
It was like he read her mind, and saw it on her face. He stood up, and grabbed her exposed breast hard. Painfully hard. This was the same pain that had woke her up. Squeezing down harder he looked in her eyes as his fingers ran over her bare petals. He mocked and laughed as how her face became flustered from the sensations while she still pulled away from him. Wanting nothing to do with him, and hating that he was doing this to her. The other men in the room just laughed and watched. Encouraging on the man groping her. It was when she heard clear as day, his zipper slowly come up that her heart felt like it was going to stop. She knew what he was going to do. She trashed as violently as she could, but it was pointless. She tried to strike out and headbutt him, but he just stepped back. She hung there, weeping and begging him not to. He grabbed her face and slapped her hard a couple of times, hard enough for her to cut the corner of her mouth against her tooth. He grabbed her head and made a comment about, if only her head could go a little lower, she could be taught some respect by orally pleasing him. As he said this, he shoved her head down as low as her body would stretch, her back and arms being racked with pain as he contorted her body before releasing her to snap back in her bindings.
While these men were having their twisted version of fun at the helpless heroine’s expense, downstairs, Vice was painfully and nervously pacing the floor. She could hear the occasional scream and outcry. It hurt her to hear them. Something inside her broke every time she heard Liberty cry out. She figured that Obedience was whipping her again, or such. It wasn’t until she say her blonde dominatrix “sister” that she realized that Obedience’s turn had ended. “If you are down here…who is up there with Liberty?”
Obedience just ignored her until Vice stormed up to her and grabbed her wrist. “Fuck! You have gotten all twisted up over that little slut, haven’t you?”
Vice gritted her teeth. “WHO?”
Obedience wouldn’t say a word, but Lust saw them and flirtingly said, “Oh…I imagine by now it is at least two of them. She may be on to number three by now. Those boys cant last long. They get started and before you even get warmed up, they go “pop”.” She giggled in a weird way. Vice’s eyes widened in horror. She knew Liberty was a virgin. That she never had… Vice sprinted over to the stairs faster than her two sisters could imagine. Lust looked over at Obedience. “Guess she wants to join in the gangbang?” She said with a smile.
Obedience grabbed her whip. “I doubt it.” And took off after Vice.
Just as the first man was about to insert himself into the poor heroine, the door swung open as Vice had kicked it. “Get the fuck away from her! She yelled out. Causing the man to run back towards the farthest wall in terror. The other men took advantage and ran out of the room since Vice’s back was turned to them. The formerly brave man that was inches away from raping the helpless heroine was now cowering in the corner, his privates hanging out for the world to see, unimpressive as they were. He started crying out in fear, begging her to not hurt him, for her to stop. She glared at him, her eyes burning with pure hate. “Were you going to stop? She was begging you not to rape her… Were you going to stop? Were you? WERE YOU?!?” The man started weeping and placed his hand in front of his face. Vice looked over at the table he was curled up next to. She saw a large jagged piece of glass. She grabbed it. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” The man screamed in terror and was saved by a whip wrapped around Vice’s upheld arm, keeping her from plunging the blade of glass down on him. Instead he received several swift kicks to the gut, face and groin. Painful, hard kicks. Damaging his insides. “Let me go! I have to kill him! He was going to….I have to kill him!” Liberty watched this in astonishment.
This was the first time she had seen Vice. She looked over at her and for the first time Vice looked at Liberty. “You….you’re…………..with them?” Liberty asked through her tears. Vice could tell what Liberty was thinking. Vice’s guard dropped and she let the glass fall to the ground. She unwrapped the whip from her gloved hand and ran over to Liberty. Softly, Vice began to touch her. To take in what all had happened to her.
“Oh, Liberty…no…I don’t want this to happen to you. Your Mistress cares for you….”
“You never hurt me before…why now? Why? Those men didn’t things to me. On me….” She started weeping as she turned her head away from Vice.
“No. You have to believe me. I have no part in this. Please. This isn’t my doing.”
Obedience laughed as she watched her sister crumble into a pathetic little emotional ball over this worthless slave. Their Mistress walked into the room and stood behind Vice. Grabbing a handful of Vice’s long flowing raven hair, she yanked Vice backwards, causing her to fall to the ground. “What are you doing Vice? You interrupt my boys from having their fun. You assault and try to kill one of them. Now I catch you in here trying to make nice to this fucking worthless piece of meat?” Vice felt her heart race. For the first time in a long, long time. She felt rage. Pure passionate rage. Rage towards her mistress. Hearing her defend those monsters and to call Liberty a piece of meat? She steadied herself. She knew that she was in trouble more than she knew if she could get out of. But if she spoke out against the mistress. If she attacked her. Both she and Liberty would be dead. “Anything to say? Hmm?” Mistress asked mockingly. Liberty could tell right then, that Vice was telling the truth. She was as much a captive in this as she was. Vice stood up, her fists clenched, stretching out the red leather full armed gloves that were attached to her shoulder piece. The cut separation between that piece, and her corset allowed for a full view of her ample, large chest and cleavage. Her breasts were heaving up and down as she breathed short shallow breaths. She was still so angry. She could barely breathe. Mistress grabbed Vice by the neck and started choking her, pushing her up against the shackled Liberty.
Liberty looked down and was scared not just for herself anymore, but for Vice. Vice squirmed and placed her hands around her Mistress’ latex covered arm, trying to get her to stop. She couldn’t breathe. She felt herself starting to black out as her mistress’ thumb pressed deep into her throat. Just before everything went black, there was release and Vice fell to her knees in front of Liberty. She gasped for air, sucking in deep as she could. Coughing and hacking as her throat was still feeling the effects of her choke. Mistress shed off her fur coat and revealed her latex outfit underneath. Her feet to her thighs were covered in seamless black latex boots. Her hands were also covered from fingertip to her biceps with the same material. And clad around her torso was a latex suit, hugging her curves tightly. The suit went up her neck and into a little cap over her hair. If it wasn’t for a high ponytail, it would have completely covered her hair as well.
Vice knew what she was there to do. She was going to break Liberty. Similarly like what Vice had done to Liberty, only much more painfully. Vice played with Liberty. It was fun, a little painful but mostly enjoyable. But when Mistress got herself involved, the point was to destroy your will. To make you feel pain. The only pleasure is when the pain stops. Vice, still rubbing her throat stood up. “Mistress…please…not her…”
Her Mistress wouldn’t even look at her or acknowledge Vice. She snapped her fingers and in walked Envy with two large briefcases. She placed them on the table that her mistress was standing in front of and opened them for her. All sorts of painful toys and instruments were in the cases. She barked out a two word order to both Envy and Vice. “Leave us.” Envy quickly left but Vice was slow to leave. She wanted to argue her case, but knew she was flirting dangerously close with disaster so she begrudgingly walked out of the room.” Envy closed the door behind them and started to walk downstairs. Vice just stayed, clinging to the wall outside the room. Her heart was telling her to stop this. Just like she had stopped that man from raping her. But her head said no. Being disobedient was one thing. But this would be crossing a line. A line that can never be uncrossed. If she betrayed her mistress, it would be death.
Inside the room, Liberty, exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically was breathing heavily. Her own body weight was becoming a means of pain for her as it pulled against her arms and legs. “Why are you doing this?” She asked.
“Because. You made Vice stray. She was such an obedient, trustful girl. And I need all my girls to know what happens when they are lured away from their mistress.”
“But I didn’t…she loves me.”
Mistress balked out a loud forced laugh. “Vice is incapable of love. I know that. I trained her myself. I broke her just like I’m going to break you.” Having laid out all of her chosen instruments with care, she grabbed some small clamps connected by a chain. Walking over to Liberty, she smiled and said. “Shall we begin?”
After at least two hours of clinging to the wall outside the room, Vice almost couldn’t take it anymore. She heard Liberty crying out. Screaming in pain. The one thing Mistress never ever used. Gags. She wanted to hear the screams. To hear the cries. Lust walked over and seemed almost genuinely concerned for Vice. “You shouldn’t stay up here.”
“Why? So I don’t hear what she does to innocent women? What she did to us?”
Lust shied away. “I was just saying…”
“Get out of here. You and my other ‘sisters’ can go fuck yourselves for all I care. It happened to us, so now we just let it happen to others. We want others to share our pain.” Vice said as she clenched her teeth. Lust started backing down the hall.
“Don’t do it Vice. You won’t survive. Neither will she.”
Liberty felt the shocking pain of the electrified nipple clamps. The oversized toy shoved painfully in her ass. She was crying in pain almost with no voice now. The whole ordeal was wearing on her and the heroine was starting to fade. She no longer thought of escape or fighting back. She wanted it to end. By any means. She wished she could die. No longer struggling, she just went limp and accepted the pain and torture. Her body weakly resisted and reacted accordingly to each new sensation of pain that the mistress dealt her. Giving one more shock to her captive, Mistress grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes. “Good. That’s right. I can see it. Your will to live. It’s going away. You want to die don’t you? That’s the best escape from this, isn’t it?”
Liberty cried as large tears streamed down her sweaty, bruised face. “Yes.”
“Good!” Mistress removed all the toys currently attached or in Liberty and let her simmer a moment. “Sadly, there will be no escape for you from this. Not until I decide the proper lesson has been learned. She ran her fingers over her favorite toy. A monster of a dildo. There was no way it would ever fit anyone comfortably. At about 16 inches long and 8 inches around, to even tease the toy was torture. She held it in her arms and walked towards Liberty with it. “This is my special toy. I used it to break Vice. It will break you.”
Vice could hear them talk. She peaked in the room and saw Mistress holding the toy, then she glanced over towards Liberty. But she didn’t see Liberty. She saw herself. She saw the memory of what had happened to her. Of that toy painfully shoved into her, pulling and stretching as she shocked her and whipped her. Vice closed her eyes and heard her own screams of pain from then. When she opened her eyes, she saw Liberty. Liberty was looking right at her. At least she appeared to be. Mistress placed the “toy” beneath her just like she had before. She began to lower Liberty onto it when Vice ran into the room. She sprinted straight for Mistress, tackling her to the ground, stopping her from doing any more harm to Liberty.
“NOOOOOOO! NEVER AGAIN! I WONT LET YOU HURT ME! I WONT LET YOU HURT HER! ANYONE! NEVER AGAIN!”
Mistress was a controlling manipulative bitch. But she was no fighter. She had others around her to do that. Others like Vice. Vice used her superior fighting skills to easily subdue the woman. Not content to stop there, she continued to kick and punch her. Clawing at her like a wild animal.
Liberty’s voice finally broke through to her. “Vice! Stop! She’s down!”
Vice stopped and looked over at Liberty, Mistress’ blood on her hands and face. Vice quickly snapped into the here and now. She rummaged through the mistress’ belongings until she found the key to Liberty’s bindings. She quickly unshackled Liberty, who fell limp to the ground. Vice helped her up, and ended up scooping her up into her arms. She ran out the door into the hallway. Holding the beaten and broken Liberty, Vice ran towards the stairs. There was only one way out of here and that through everyone else. Lust saw Vice running and carrying Liberty. She looked over at Envy and they started yelling for guards as they ran up to check on their mistress.
Vice couldn’t believe how easy this was. She was already out in the parking lot and found a van with the keys still in it. She rolled Liberty into the back and slid the side door shut. Just as the door closed, there was a crack of a whip behind Vice. Vice turned and waited for it. She knew what the blonde woman was going to do. She calmly stood still, knowing she had to time this right. Obedience was good with a whip. “You always were good with a whip.” Vice said. Just then, she cracked the whip, sending the frayed end right towards Vice’s face. Vice ducked her head to the right and stretched out her arm. The stinging pain of the whip biting into her arm as it twisted around her glove. She ignored the pain and wrapped the leather cord around her arm a few more times before giving a strong yank, pulling the whip clear out of its owner’s hands. “I was always better.” Vice kept the whip and jumped in the van and took off.
A few miles down the road, Vice realized she had nowhere to take them to. Everywhere she knew to go, there were people loyal to her now former mistress. “Fuck! Fuck! Where do we go?” As if she thought she was asking her, Liberty gave her an address. Vice drove there and arrived at the college campus. It was early morning at the end of finals week. There was hardly anyone left on campus and the few that were here, were fast asleep, resting for finals. Vice carried Liberty inside the dorm hall asking her where to go. Liberty instructed her to her room where Vice took her. Liberty was starting to recover somewhat the experience. She crawled out of her bed and started to leave her room. “Liberty. Stop. You need your rest….” Vice followed her out of the room. As weak as she was, Liberty found the strength to get herself down to the community showers down the hall. She turned on the shower and slumped down against the wall. She leaned against the cold hard wall, crying as the water poured down on her.
“Oh Liberty…my sweet, innocent Liberty.” Vice crawled down on the shower floor with her and scooped her up, cradling her. Rocking her as she cupped up some warm water falling from the shower and gently poured it onto Liberty’s bruises and scars. Vice knew she wasn’t there to wash away the physical. The stains left by the men on her skin and outfit. The blood from her cuts, or her own juices that had been forced from her. She was there to wash away the emotional stains and hurt. The two of them now soaking wet just sat under the water. Vice pushed down what was left of Liberty’s shredded top, down to her waist. She gently and tenderly washed over her wounds, not saying a word. She remembered what it felt like the experience she had. The murder of your innocence. For it to be stripped from you instead of lovingly given. “It’s all my fault. I let us get too close.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did they do this to me?”
Vice exhaled deeply. “To punish me. I let you get close. I betrayed them. So to punish me, they punished you. I cannot say how sorry I am. For what Obedience did to you, for Mistress, for everything.”
Liberty started crying profusely. Vice held her tight and rocked her slowly. “They…they…those men…”
Vice petted Liberty’s soaked hair. “I stopped them didn’t I? In time?”
Liberty’s cries halted for one brief moment. She took off her mask and threw it to the side. She broke her silence just long enough for her to say. “No.” Then her crying returned full force.
“Oh god Liberty! I am so sorry! I thought I got there in time! As soon as I knew they were with you…”
“This all happened. Not to someone else. Not to Liberty Lass. But to me! To Christy!” Liberty just kept crying in horror of what all she had experienced and coming to terms with it all. Vice held her and comforted her until Liberty…until Christy passed out.
Vice picked up the broken heroine and carried her to her room again. She dried her off and put her in some of her normal clothes to sleep in. Vice stripped herself of her soaked outfit and slipped on one of Christy’s oversized shirts. She pulled the covers over the sleeping woman and laid down next to her on top of the covers, hugging up to her to comfort her and share warmth.
The next morning, Christy woke up to find a still sleeping Vice hugging up to her. For a split second everything was normal then the reality of the previous day and night refreshed itself in her mind. She shot up and yelled out “No!” Which caused Vice to spring to life.
“What is it?”
“Nothing…I was just startled…I guess.”
Vice rubbed Christy’s arms to comfort her. “You should leave this place. This town. And don’t ever come back. Don’t even ever think about this place again. The best advice I can give is to move on. Thinking about it, reliving it, that is not good for you. Believe me.”
“So I’m just to pretend that it didn’t happen?!?” Christy snapped at her.
“No….No. But if you let it, it will consume you. You are too sweet of a girl to let this change you. That’s what it is all about. The whole thing. It’s goal is to change you. To turn you into someone you aren’t. Someone cold. Someone hard and uncaring.” Vice paused for a moment. “Someone like me.”
Christy looked at her with large sad eyes. “But us…”
“Christy…Liberty. There can be no us. Not how you want it to be. We have our fun, but that’s it. I cant share the emotions for you, that you think you have for me. Trust me. I’m not someone you really want to be around. I’m not a nice person. You are. And if it’s the only good thing I ever do it’s this. You have to promise me you will stay that good person.”
“Can you come with me? I…I need someone I can trust. Someone to talk to.”
“I’m a dead girl walking. Mistress will see to that. I can’t lead them to you. I made my choice. I know what it means. You need to go somewhere far from here. Find friends, start your life over.”
Vice got up and pulled up a pair of Christy’s sweats and grabbed her gym bag, tossing her leather outfit into it. Before she left she looked at Christy one last time. “Promise me one last thing.”
Christy looked up, teary eyed at her. “What?”
“Don’t stop being Liberty Lass. The world needs heroes like her.”
“Worthless, heroes that get captured and raped?”
“Heroes that can save lives. She saved mine. Remember that.”
