The City Beneath - 6

Mistress Penny stepped closer, her eyes raking over Joanna's bruised form with a critical eye. "Remember," she said, her voice low and menacing. "You are nothing without our guidance, our training. You exist only to serve."

Lady Miller leaned against the iron bars of the cage, her own breasts heaving with excitement. "You will crave the sting of the whip, the bite of the clamps," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "You will beg for the taste of the Queen's essence even more then ever before."

With a final click, Joanna's wrists and ankles were secured, the cold metal biting into her skin. She felt the cage lurch into motion, the wheels rolling smoothly across the marble floor of the crimson chamber. The room grew smaller as she was pushed out into the corridor, the walls seeming to close in around her. The cage was open at the front and back, leaving her exposed to the gazes of the city's inhabitants as she was taken to her next destination.

The corridor was a blur of red and gold, the opulent decor of the ancient Greek architecture juxtaposed with the gleaming chrome and neon lights of the futuristic city. The walls were lined with gleaming minerals and gemstones, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the floor and walls as they moved. She could see the flicker of latex-clad figures in the shadows, their eyes following her with a mix of envy and fear. They knew what awaited her, the ultimate test of her submission.

The cage's journey through the castle was a silent parade of pain and desire. Each turn brought new sights, new smells, new sounds. The whispers of the latex-clad slaves grew louder, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror as she passed. The corridors grew wider, the ceilings higher, the air thick with the scent of leather and sex. Joanna's heart raced, her body still singing with the aftershocks of her recent torment.

The walls of the castle gleamed with an ancient grandeur, adorned with intricate mosaics that told the story of battles long-forgotten, of gods and goddesses whose names were now only whispers in the dusty annals of history. Yet, intertwined with the ancient art were gleaming strips of chrome, pulsing with a soft blue light that cast everything in a cold, sterile glow. It was a stark contrast, a reminder that this was not a place bound by the chains of the past but by the shackles of a dark, twisted future.

Joanna's eyes widened as the cage rolled through a set of grand double doors, revealing a space that seemed to have been plucked from the pages of a mythological tome. The garden of Pandora unfolded before her, a lush expanse of verdant foliage interspersed with trees laden with golden fruit that glowed softly in the moonlight. The Hesperides of legend could not have been more beautifully rendered than this. The air was thick with the sweet scent of exotic flowers, their petals a riot of colors that seemed almost to pulse with an otherworldly energy. In the center of the garden stood a fountain, the water glowing a luminescent blue, casting rippling patterns on the surrounding marble.

The transporting cage suddenly opened with a loud clank, and Joanna tumbled to the green grass of the garden, her bruised body crying out in protest against the unforgiving earth. She lay there for a moment, panting, her eyes taking as closer look to the Hesperides. She realized, this was a torture chamber as well, but disguised in beauty and nature.

Her gaze wandered over to a group of mistresses, each clad in a uniform of black latex, their strap-ons a stark contrast against the lush backdrop of the garden. One had hair like spun gold, cascading down her back in waves, her breasts large and round, the strap-on a vivid red, almost glowing as she pounded it into her slave's ass, the poor soul writhing and screaming in a mix of pleasure and pain. The next had raven locks, tied back in a severe bun, her strap-on a cold, metallic silver, as she bent her male slave over a marble bench, his latex-covered body trembling with each rough thrust. Yet another, with a short, spiky hair, the color of a midnight sky, fucked her slave in a gentle rhythm, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, her strap-on a soft pink, almost loving in its appearance despite its brutal purpose.

But then, her eyes landed on a figure that made her breath catch in her throat. This mistress was different, standing tall and regal amidst the debauchery, her dark brown or almost black hair cascading down her back in wild, untamed waves. Her breasts were a perfect handful, her waist cinched by a leather corset that pushed them up and out like an offering to the gods. Her strap-on was the largest Joanna had seen, a monstrous black shaft that seemed to pulsate with an eerie energy. She watched as the mistress demonstrated to a rapt audience of Amazons how to properly prepare a slave for anal penetration, her words a mix of instruction and dark poetry.

"Lady Marble, your technique is sloppy," the Mistress with the curly hair said, to the blonde woman with the silver strap-on, her voice a whip crack in the hushed garden. "You must treat your slave's ass with the reverence you would a sacred artifact. Only then will you unlock the true potential of their submission." "Yes, Mistress Pandora," Lady Marble replied, her cheeks flushing as she adjusted her grip on her slave's hips, her own breasts heaving with the effort.

Mistress Pandora's gaze swept the garden, her eyes lingering on the newest addition to their little spectacle. Joanna lay sprawled on the grass, her wrists and ankles bruised from the ropes that had held her, her body a canvas of red and purple marks. The scent of her fear and arousal hung in the air like a thick perfume, a heady mix that made Mistress Pandora's pulse race. She stepped forward, the leather of her boots squeaking slightly on the marble path. "Come here, Bitch-bitch-bitch," she called out, her voice a low purr that seemed to resonate in Joanna's very bones.

Joanna trembled at the sound, her body responding instinctively to the command in Mistress Pandora's voice. She tried to push herself up, to flee from the woman who seemed to embody every dark desire she had ever felt, but her limbs refused to cooperate. Fear and a strange, intoxicating thrill warred within her as she watched the Mistress approach, her hips swaying with a feline grace that seemed almost supernatural.

Mistress Pandora bent over her, the leather of her corset creaking with the movement. Her hand, cool and firm, pressed down on Joanna's chest, holding her in place with an unyielding strength that belied her gentle touch. Her eyes, emerald and fierce, bore into Joanna's own, and the archaeologist could feel the weight of the woman's will pressing down on her like a physical force. "Don't struggle, Alexa's slut," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to coil around Joanna's spine. "Your training has only just begun."

With her free hand, Mistress Pandora reached down to Joanna's crotch, her fingers brushing over the sensitive flesh with a featherlight touch that sent a shiver of anticipation through her. The dark object she held was unlike anything Joanna had ever seen. It was a small, metallic disc, no larger than a coin. As the Mistress placed it over her mound, it began to unfold, the metal sliding and stretching like a living creature. The chastity belt wrapped around her pussy with a cold embrace, the delicate latticework of the metal pressing into her skin. Yet, it was not uncomfortable, not quite yet. It was a promise of what was to come, a constant reminder of her newfound status as the Queen's property.

"This will keep you obidient for your Queen," Mistress Pandora murmured, her eyes never leaving Joanna's face as she adjusted the contraption. "Until she deems it time for you to be used again." The chastity belt locked into place with a quiet snick, leaving her pussy covered but her ass vulnerable. The cold steel was a stark contrast to the warmth of the Mistress's body, and Joanna could feel a bead of sweat roll down her spine as the woman's weight shifted over her.

With surprising strength, Mistress Pandora pinned Joanna's wrists above her head with one hand, her grip like a vice. The archaeologist's eyes widened with a mix of fear and arousal as the Mistress's other hand began to explore her body, tracing the lines of her bruised and abused flesh with a gentle touch that belied the sadistic intent. Joanna's breath hitched as those deft fingers found her sensitive spots, her nipples hardening into tight buds as they were pinched and rolled.

"Please, Mistress," Joanna whimpered, her voice a ragged plea. "Your touch is too much."

Mistress Pandora's eyes narrowed, a smug smile playing on her lips as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Joanna's skin. "Too much?" she repeated, her voice a sultry purr. "Or not enough?" With a sudden, brutal twist of her wrists, she cranked Joanna's nipples until they stood erect, her nails biting deep into the tender flesh. Joanna's back arched, a cry of pain ripping from her throat.

"P-please, Mistress," Joanna gasped, the pain a white-hot brand searing through her body. "It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Mistress Pandora's smile grew, the edges of it sharpening into something feral. "That's what whores like you live for, isn't it?" she sneered, her teeth sinking into Joanna's neck. The archaeologist felt the warmth of her own blood as the Mistress's teeth broke the skin, sending another jolt of pain through her.

"N-no, Mistress," Joanna stuttered, her voice strained as she tried to keep the agony from breaking it entirely. "Please, I'm not—"

Mistress Pandora's grip tightened, her teeth digging deeper into the soft flesh of Joanna's neck. "You are," she growled, her eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness. "You are a whore, a slut, a worthless piece of meat for the Queens amusement."

With trembling lips, Joanna managed to whisper, "Yes, Mistress." It was an admission that resonated through her very soul, a truth that she had been fighting since the moment she had first knelt before the Queen. But now, as the pain of the Mistress's bite melded with the pleasure of her touch, she knew it was a role she would embrace fully.

Mistress Pandora's smile grew wider, and she leaned back, releasing Joanna's wrists with a flourish. "Very well," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Your lesson can begin."

With surprising grace, she flipped Joanna over, positioning her face down on the grass, her ass in the air. Joanna felt the Mistress's gaze lingering on her gaping opening, and she trembled with a mix of fear and excitement. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her body begging for the touch that she knew was coming.

"Was it the Queen's finger that did this to you?" Mistress Pandora's voice was a dark, velvet whisper, filled with a hunger that sent a fresh wave of arousal through Joanna's veins. She could only nod, her voice lost in a whimper of need.

Mistress Pandora's hand slid down Joanna's back, coming to rest on the curve of her ass. With a single, firm squeeze, she brought Joanna's cheeks apart, exposing the raw, sensitive flesh of her anus to the cool night air. Joanna's body tensed, her mind racing with what was to come. The anticipation was a living, breathing thing inside her, a creature of pure need and fear.

As the Mistress's tongue touched her, tentative and soft, Joanna couldn't help but let out a moan. The sensation was alien, a blend of pleasure and pain that seemed to split her in two. Yet, as the strokes grew bolder, more insistent, she found herself relaxing into it, her body responding to the ancient dance of domination and submission.

"Oh, Great Queen Alexa," she whispered, her voice trembling as the submissive persona took over, "Thank you for bringing me to this garden of delights. Thank you for showing me the true meaning of obedience, for teaching me that pain is but a gateway to a realm of pleasure beyond my wildest dreams."

Mistress Pandora's tongue grew more confident, swirling around the tight ring of Joanna's ass, probing and teasing the sensitive flesh. Joanna's hips began to rock back into the touch, her moans growing louder, more needy. "Thank you," she continued to pray, her voice strained, "for placing me in the care of such skilled and loving hands. Thank you for the gift of this exquisite agony."

Her eyes squeezed shut as Mistress Pandora's tongue grew bolder, pushing past the tight barrier to delve into her depths. It was an intimate violation that she had only experienced from Captain Torn, but there was something different, something... almost loving in the way Mistress Pandora worshipped the place of the Queens finger. Joanna felt her body responding, her bruised and weary muscles seeming to come alive under the skilled ministrations.

"Thank you Queen Alexa" said Mistress Pandora as she licked Joanna's bruised asshole. "For allowing me to savor this delicate flower." Joanna felt the warm, wet caress of her tongue, and her body shuddered. "And now" she whispered, "I shall show you the art of anal."

Mistress Pandora grabbed Joanna's wrists and pulled her arms back, guiding her into the overturned position. Joanna's head and arms hovered over her own ass, her body a tableau of submission. The leather of Pandoras corset creaked as she leaned back, placing one booted foot on either side of Joanna's thighs to keep her in place. "Look," she said, her voice a command and a question all at once, "see what the Queen has done to you?"

Joanna's eyes were wide with a mix of terror and fascination as she stared down at her bruised and abused asshole, the chastity belt a stark reminder of her newfound status. She could feel the eyes of the other Amazons on her, watching, judging, hungering for their own turn at her vulnerable flesh. Yet, all she could focus on was the Mistress at her ass, the woman whose touch had the power to reduce her to a quivering mess of need.

Mistress Pandora leaned over her, the massive black strap-on jutting out from her hips like a weapon of war. It was thick, much thicker than Captain Torn's, and the thought of it entering her made Joanna's sphincter clench involuntarily. "It's too big," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "I can't take it."

"That's not for you to decide" Mistress Pandora replied, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge as she positioned the tip of the strap-on at Joanna's entrance. "Sluts like you crave even bigger ones," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Now, let's see if you can handle this."

With a slow, deliberate push, she began to penetrate Joanna, her strap-on stretching her ass wider than it had ever been. Joanna gasped, feeling the cold steel of the chastity belt press against her clit with each thrust. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to resonate deep within her soul.

"Feel it," Mistress Pandora murmured, her voice a seductive whisper in Joanna's ear. "This is the art of submission. To find pleasure in pain, to crave the touch that defiles you."

Joanna felt the head of the strap-on pressing against the wall of her ass, stretching her open in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Mistress Pandora's gaze was unyielding, her eyes locked onto Joanna's ass as she pushed the thick phallus deeper and deeper into her, her movements slow and deliberate, like a sculptor revealing the art beneath the stone. Joanna's body tensed with every inch, the pain a living entity that grew and grew until it consumed her. Yet, amidst the agony, there was something else, a spark of pleasure that grew into a flame, licking at the edges of her consciousness.

With each thrust, the Mistress whispered sweet nothings into her ear, her voice a siren's song that seemed to coax Joanna's body to betray her. "This is your fate, my love," she purred, her breath hot and sweet. "To be used, to be filled, to be broken down until you are nothing but a vessel for our pleasure."

The pain grew with every inch, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever, until it reached a peak that Joanna thought she could not bear. And then, just when she thought she would shatter, it transformed into something else entirely. A pleasure so intense it was almost painful in its own right, a feeling that made her toes curl and her back arch. The strap-on slid in and out of her, a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with the beating of her own heart.

"Mistress," Joanna moaned, her voice a broken whisper. "It feels...it feels..."

Mistress Pandora chuckled darkly, her breath hot against Joanna's ear as she picked up the pace. "Describe it," she demanded, her thrusts growing harder, more insistent. "Tell me what it feels like to have your ass claimed by an Amazonian."

Joanna's eyes squeezed shut tighter, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to find the words. "It...it's..." she began, her voice shaking. "It feels like...like you're tearing me apart, but...but I want it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whimper. "It's like...like your cock is made of fire, burning through me."

Mistress Pandora's smile grew wider, her eyes alight with triumph. "Good," she murmured, her strokes growing faster, more punishing. "That's what it's supposed to feel like."

Pandora's strokes started to gain momentum, each thrust pounding into Joanna with a ferocity that seemed to echo through the garden. Joanna's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of the Mistress's dominance. "Yesss," Mistress Pandora hissed, her eyes alight with a sadistic glee. "Take it like the whore you are."

Joanna's screams grew louder, her body tightening around the strap-on as she reached the precipice of an orgasm she had never felt before. Her muscles clenched and released in a dance of pain and pleasure that seemed to go on forever. "Mistress," she gasped, her voice strained and desperate. "I can't—"

"You can't cum from the chastity belt?" Mistress Pandora's laughter was a whip crack in the stillness of the garden, echoing off the stone walls. "How delightfully naive." With a sadistic twist of her hips, she slammed into Joanna once more, the strap-on plunging into her depths like a sword into the earth. Joanna's eyes rolled back, her body shaking with the effort of holding back the tide of pleasure that threatened to drown her. "But you're so tight," Pandora said, her voice a mix of amazement and mockery. "One would think a whore like you would be loose as a sieve."

Mistress Pandora pulled out her weapon of pleasure, and Joanna's ass felt the sudden emptiness acutely. She lay there, trembling, her body a canvas of sweat and desire. The watching Amazons had formed a semi-circle around them, their eyes alight with hunger. "As I am not a greedy Mistress, to my fellow sisters, who wishes to partake in the spoils of our Queen's conquest?"

Lady Marble stepped forward, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "I shall," she said, her eyes gleaming with malice. "This one's ass needs to be reminded of its place." She unbuckled her own strap-on, one that was slightly thinner than Pandora's, and approached Joanna.

With surprising gentleness, Lady Marble helped Joanna to her hands and knees, her touch almost tender as she whispered, "Now, Kitten, show me what you've learned." Joanna felt the tip of Lady Marble's strap-on nudge against her, and she whimpered, her body still raw from the Mistress's earlier attentions.

"Ah, so shy," Lady Marble said, her voice a silky taunt as she rubbed the strap-on along Joanna's slit, teasing herchasitzed pussy before moving back to her anus. "Let's see if we can make you purr."

Joanna's eyes widened as she felt Lady Marble's strap-on pushing against her, the coldness of the steel a stark contrast to the heat of her own body. "K-kitten?" she managed to ask, the name sticking in her throat like a knot.

"Indeed," Lady Marble said, her smile wicked. "You're our little kitten now, aren't you?" She didn't wait for a response, instead sliding the tip of the strap-on into Joanna's ass, which clenched instinctively. "Now, let's see if you can take this," she said, her voice a challenge.

Joanna was positioned on her hands and knees, her back arched to the sky, with Lady Marble standing behind her. She felt the cool steel press against her anus, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her swollen, abused asshole. "Now, purr for me Kitten" Lady Marble whispered, her voice dripping with malice. With a firm push, she slid the strap-on into Joanna, who couldn't help but let out a low, keening cry that echoed through the garden. The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the fiery pleasure that followed.

Mistress Pandora watched with a keen eye, her hand resting on Lady Marble's hip. "Remember," she coached, her voice a seductive purr, "Firm but steady, Helen. Allow her body to adjust." Joanna felt one of Lady Marble's hand on her hips, and her other hand grabbing her hair, pulling her head back as she began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The pain was a living entity, a beast that seemed to claw at her from the inside out, demanding her full submission.

"That's it," Pandora praised, her eyes gleaming with a dark light. "Feel her tighten around you. Can you feel her fighting it?"

"Yes Mistress" said Helen as her strokes grown more confident as she watched Joanna's face contort with each thrust. She leaned over, her own breasts pressing against Joanna's back, and whispered, "Purr for the Queen, Kitten."

Joanna felt a fresh wave of arousal at the name, her body responding with a shudder that ran from her toes to the top of her head. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo that seemed to build with every stroke. She could feel Lady Marble's grip on her hair tighten, her rhythm increasing in speed and intensity. The other Amazons watched, their eyes gleaming with envy and desire.

As Lady Marble reached her climax, from the strap-ons harness rubbing on her clit, her strokes grew erratic, and she pulled out with a final, deep thrust. Joanna collapsed onto the stone floor, panting and trembling. "Thank you, Mistress Pandora," Lady Marble said, her voice breathless. "It was an honor to breach the Queen's new Kitten."

Mistress Pandora nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Indeed, it was a fine performance, Helen." She looked around at the gathering of Amazons, each eager for their turn. "Who among you wishes to claim this treasure next?"

A tall, muscular woman with flaming red hair and piercing blue eyes stepped forward, her body bare, save for the intricate tattoos that adorned her alabaster skin. "I do," she said, her voice a low, sultry growl. "Mistress Pandora, may I?"

"Ah, Lady Phoenix," Mistress Pandora said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "The Queen's fiery embrace is indeed a sight to behold. Proceed, my dear."

Lady Phoenix, the new volunteer, strutted over, her strap-on a fiery red monolith of desire that reflected the light of the setting sun. It was shorter then Lady Marbels or Mistress Pandoras, but it was mutch thicker, its ember colour was a stark contrast to her alabaster skin, which was adorned with intricate tribal tattoos that danced over her muscular frame. Her fiery red hair fell in soft waves around her broad, powerful shoulders, and her piercing blue eyes never left Joanna's trembling form. The anticipation in the air was palpable, as if the very stones of the garden were holding their breath in anticipation of the next round of pleasure and pain.

"Abigail, why don't you show us, your strengh?" Mistress Pandora said with a sly smile, watching Lady Phoenix closely. "The Caliper, it's quite the pose. It requires balance, trust, and a certain... finesse."

"As you wish, Mistress Pandora" Lady Phoenix said with a nod, her eyes never leaving Joanna's trembling form. She moved behind the exhausted submissive, who was still lying on her stomach, her legs spread wide and trembling from Lady Marble's onslaught.

Phoenix knelt, placing her hands on Joanna's ankles, the heat of her palms a stark contrast to the cold grass beneath them. "Ready yourself, slut," she murmured, her voice a gentle rumble that seemed to vibrate through Joanna's very bones. "This is where the muscles begin to dance."

Mistress Pandora stepped aside, watching the scene unfold with an approving smile. "The Caliper," she said, her voice carrying across the garden. "A delicate dance of power and submission. Rise, Lady Phoenix, and show us how it's done."

Lady Phoenix stood, her muscles rippling as she lifted Joanna's limp body, turning her so that Joanna faced her, her legs draped over her broad shoulders. Joanna's eyes widened with fear and anticipation as she was positioned, her arms wrapping around Lady Phoenix's neck, her fingers interlocking in a vice-like grip. The Caliper, a pose that required absolute power and strength, was a clear demonstration of the Amazonian way—the powerful breaking the powerless, the dominant folding the submissive under their wills.

With a grunt, Lady Phoenix pushed the thick, red strap-on into Joanna's ass, her movements precise and controlled. Joanna's scream was muffled by fierce kiss of Abigail's mouth Abigail's muscles flexed as she held Joanna's legs in place, her strength a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. Joanna felt like she was being split apart, the pain so intense it was almost indistinguishable from the pleasure that was building deep within her.

Mistress Pandora watched the scene with amusement, her eyes alight with the fire of a woman who knew she had won a prize beyond measure. "Excellent, Lady Phoenix," she said, her voice filled with approval. "Your technique is getting better with each day."

"Thank you Mistress Pandora" Lady Phoenix said, her voice a gruff whisper as she pulled out the strap-on and began to spread Joanna's ass once again. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sweet perfume of the garden's blooming flowers. "Your guidance is always appreciated."

Mistress Pandora chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a dark amusement as she watched the redheaded Amazon take control. "Indeed, Abigail, but don't let it go to your head. Remember, you are here to serve the Queen's will, not to take credit for her conquests."

Lady Phoenix nodded, her eyes never leaving Joanna's face as she began to spread her cheeks wide with her strap-on, exposing the bruised and swollen orifice to the cool evening air. "Of course, Mistress," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "But I must admit, this one is quite the handful."

Mistress Pandora's laughter was a dark melody that sent a shiver down Joanna's spine. "Ah, but that is what makes the hunt so thrilling, isn't it?" she said, her eyes gleaming. "The struggle, the submission, the ultimate victory of the will."

Joanna's scream grew louder as Lady Phoenix pushed deeper into her, the thick, red strap-on stretching her to her limits. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel every inch of the Amazon's power filling her, claiming her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel for the pleasure and pain of her Mistresses, a toy to be used and discarded at their whims.

With one final, powerful thrust, Lady Phoenix released Joanna's legs, letting her collapse onto the cold stone. Joanna lay there, gasping for air, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her treament, but she was yet to cum. Mistress Pandora's smile grew wider as she watched Lady Phoenix's work. "Well done, Lady Phoenix," she said, her voice filled with pride. "You have truly captured the essence of the Caliper."

The garden grew still, the only sound being Joanna's labored breathing and the occasional whisper of the leaves. Suddenly, the ground beneath them shifted, and the giant door in the stone wall slid open. Captain Veruca emerged, her tall, powerful frame a stark contrast to the delicate beauty of the blooming flora. Her hair, a raven black waterfall, and her blue eyes struck fear into Joanna's soul as they scanned the scene with a predatory gaze. Her face was a sculpture of dominance, with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that could cut through the thickest of leather. The corners of her full, red lips turned up in a wicked smile that sent a shiver down Joanna's spine. Her slim, but still muscular, physique with her ample chest and her unshaved sex and armpits added to her aura of raw, unbridled power.

"Chloe," Veruca purred, using name that only the most trusted knew to address Mistress Pandora. The latter looked up with a raised brow. "I've earned a night with this slut, from the Queen herself."

Mistress Pandora smirked, knowing full well what Veruca meant. She unbuckled her strap-on with a flick of her wrist, handing it over. "Take it," she said, her voice a low purr. "But be gentle with her. She's still new to the Queen's embrace."

Veruca's smile grew more predatory as she took the phallus, feeling its weight and warmth in her hand. "Gentle?" she echoed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We'll see how gentle she can take it."

Mistress Pandora watched as Captain Veruca approached Joanna, her hips swaying with an animalistic grace as she secured the harness of the strap-on around her waist. "Your night with the Queen's pet begins now," Veruca announced, her eyes glinting with excitement. Joanna's heart raced as she took in the powerful woman's presence, feeling both fear and anticipation for what lay ahead.

Veruca knelt beside her, stroking Joanna's sweat-drenched hair. "You've done well," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress despite the harshness of her words. "Now, it's time to see if you're a bigger whore then I thought."

Mistress Pandora nodded to Lady Phoenix, who stepped aside, allowing Veruca to take her place. The other mistresses began to disperse, leaving the two of them in the dimming light of the garden. "Remember, Abigail," Pandora called out as she exited the garden, "a gentle hand can deliver the most exquisite torment."

"Or you can break someone, like Captain Veruca," Mistress Pandora whispered in Joanna's ear, her breath hot against her skin. Joanna flinched at the mention of the name of the woman, who gave her first orgasm as a lesbian, but she knew better than to protest.

"Good night, Captain," Mistress Pandora called out, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she watched the other mistresses leave the garden one by one. "Enjoy your prize."

"I will, my dear Chloe," Captain Veruca said, her eyes never leaving Joanna's trembling form as she stroked her newly given strap-on. "I have quite the evening planned for our little whore."

Mistress Pandora laughed softly, the sound echoing through the garden as she closed and locked the gardens door with a final, decisive click. The artificial ceiling above them began to change, morphing from the bright blue of day to a velvety black night sky, peppered with stars and a waxing moon that cast an eerie glow over the stone pathways. The temperature dropped a few degrees, the cool evening breeze caressing their heated skin. Joanna's eyes widened at the sudden transformation, the she started to feel like prey caught in the crosshairs of a predator's gaze as Captain Veruca looked at her.

"Now...run, bitch" Captain Veruca said, her voice low and filled with excitement as swung her strap-on, as she walked towards the trembling form of Joanna. Joanna, still lying on the cold stone, struggled to get to her feet, her legs shaking from the exertion and pain. Despite the pain and the exhausted state of her body, she knew she had no choice, but to obey. Not the word of the Captain, but the primal fear that was embedded into her very core after first meeting with her.

With a surge of adrenaline, Joanna bolted into the night, the cool breeze of the garden whispering through her hair. She sprinted down the stone pathways, her bare feet slapping against the cold surface, the chastity belt biting into her sensitive flesh with each stride. The garden was a maze of shadow and light, the moon's glow casting long, eerie shadows across the lush foliage. She could hear the distant laughter of Captain Veruca, "Run, little whore," echoing through the night air, sending chills down her spine.

The garden was a kaleidoscope of pain and beauty, a stark reminder of her new life. The once serene sanctuary was now a battleground of desire and dominance. She darted past a statue of an ancient Amazonian warrior, the stone figure's stoic gaze seemingly judging her every move. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, their vibrant colors now bled into a monochrome of darkness and moonlight.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she sprinted through the maze of hedgerows, "What a Mistress" said the second Joanna in her mind, "She breaks us mentally, before she even touches us physically". Her heart was racing faster than her legs, which seemed to have a will of their own. "She is a monster, an evil bitch" said the third Joanna, the one that still remembered who she used to be, "But she is also a master of her craft" whispered.

Captain Veruca's laughter grew closer, sending a shiver of fear down Joanna's spine, "You know you want it," she taunted, her voice dripping with lust. "You're going to love this," she promised, her words a dark caress in the night air. Joanna's legs felt like they were going to give out under her, but she knew she couldn't stop. She had to keep running, keep playing the game, even if she didn't know the rules anymore.

"First..." whispered Captain Veruca, her voice a coming from right behind her. Joanna's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of Veruca's breath against her neck. "We'll try a position that feels like floating, where I'll be cradling you with all my strength, filling you completely." Joanna's legs felt like jelly at the thought, but she knew she had no say in the matter. She turned to face Veruca, her heart racing as the powerful woman's eyes bore into hers. "You'll love it, I promise." Joanna truned around, in fear, yet she saw nobody.

"Now, I will bend you like a bow," said the Mistress, as she grabbed Joannas tits, and pulled her to the ground. As Joanna screamed, the Captain quickly got behind her, and with one swift motion, she was in the position, her legs bent at the knees and spread apart, her body bent over the ground like a bow. Joanna felt Captain Veruca's thick cock push into her, filling her ass up like nothing she had ever felt before.

"Enjoy it, like the slut you are" Captain Veruca whispered, her voice thick with desire as she held Joanna in place, her strap-on buried deep within her. Joanna whimpered, the pain mixing with a pleasure she didn't understand, her body responding to the cruel touch of the woman who took her first orgasm as a lesbian.

Captain Veruca fucked hard and deep into Joanna, her strap-on sending waves of painful pleasure through the submissive's body. Her technique was precise, each thrust calculated to maximize the slut's suffering and arousal. "This is the Dance of the Darkness," Veruca whispered, her breath hot against Joanna's neck. "Where I rise from the shadows of your desires and drag you into submission with my desire." Joanna moaned, her body trembling as she felt the thick phallus fill her over and over again.

Without warning, Veruca pulled out, and Joanna felt the wet strap-on press against her sphincter. "Now, for the second act," the Captain said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Joanna's body tensed, bracing for the new assault. With a swift motion, Captain Veruca pushed the metal back into her anus, the sudden reintrusion causing her to gasp in shock. "This," she said, her voice a seductive growl, "is going to be, mutch better for me, than you."

Veruca flipped her over, her strength surprising Joanna once again. "The Dance of the Darkness isn't over yet," she whispered, as Joanna lay on her stomach, her legs bent and apart. The sex was even more intense in this new pose, the thickness of the strap-on seemingly increasing as it plunged into her with a new, primal force. Joanna felt her body respond in a way that was almost involuntary, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

The third Joanna screamed in her mind "No, not this!" as Captain Veruca's thick cock slammed into her, the new position sending her to a new realm of pain and pleasure. Joanna's body was bent in a way that defied human limits, her legs pushed apart so far that she feared they would snap. "She breaks, us" whimpered the second Joanna, now wearing a contraptoin, that held her tight, "And we can"t even cum".

The powerful Amazonian held her in place with one hand, while the other caressed her bruised body, leaving a trail of fire wherever it went. Joanna felt like a ragdoll in her grip, her body being used and abused to satisfy the whims of her Mistress. "You like it," Veruca murmured, her voice a dark promise in the night. "You want more."

With a sudden, brutal twist, Joanna was flipped onto her back, the cold stone pressing into her spine as Veruca straddled her, the strap-on still lodged deep within her. "Now, for the next pose," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Joanna's legs were forced apart, her ankles grabbed and pulled towards the Captain's shoulders. The pain was intense, but the anticipation of what was to come was even stronger. "Remember, little bitch," Veruca whispered, "you are mine for the night."

The second Joanna's voice grew louder, echoing through her mind, "Let me go!" she screamed. "I need to cum! I need to feel pleasure!" The sound of the chains breaking filled Joannas ears, as the second Joanna in her mind started to break her bindings.

"What are you doing?" The third Joanna's voice was one of horror, "You're not supposed to do that!" she shouted, trying to pull her hands away from the chains that were slowly dissolving before her eyes. "We should not enjoy this, we are assaulted by the woman, who started our suffering!"

"Are you ready, for more, you greedy little slut?" Captain Veruca said, her eyes never leaving Joanna's. "Your body knows what it craves." With a powerful thrust, she pushed Joanna's legs back, bending her at the waist until her back arched like a bow. Joanna screamed in pain, but it was a scream that held a note of something else, something darker and more primal.

The Captain leaned in close, her voice a seductive whisper. "You see, this is what you've become," she said, her breath hot against Joanna's ear. "A whore for the Queen, a plaything for us all. And you love it."

Joanna's body betrayed her, arching up to meet each punishing thrust. Despite the pain, she couldn't deny the truth in Veruca's words. "Yes, Mistress," she gasped out, her eyes glazed with a mix of agony and ecstasy. "Thank you for showing me... for bringing me here."

Veruca chuckled, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "What a discutsing bitch" she said, as she spit in her face. "Now, move!" she ordered, as she grabbed Joanna's ankles and dragged her to the center of the garden. The submissive whimpered but didn't dare to resist. The Captain was a force of nature, her every movement commanding and powerful.

Jolts of pain shot through Joanna's body as she was repositioned. She lay on her back, her legs raised high in the air. Veruca bent one of Joanna's legs at the knee, placing it over her shoulder and the other leg flat on the ground, her hand pressing Joanna's crotch down to keep her in place.

The strap-on penetrated Joanna with a force that made her eyes roll back. The metal chastity belt dug into her clit and labia, providing a sharp, constant reminder of her submission. Captain Veruca's muscles flexed as she pushed in deeper, the leather of her harness creaking with the effort. Joanna could feel every ridge and vein of the metal cock as it filled her, stretching her to a new limit of endurance.

Within her mind, the second Joanna broke free of her chanins and straps, and started to tear down her chastity belt. "What are you doing?" the third Joanna screamed, "This is madness!" But the second Joanna, eyes gleaming with a rebellious fire, ignored her, reaching down to remove the device from her aching crotch.

"We can't just take this!" the third Joanna protested, her voice trembling with horror. "This is not our only fate! We are the Queen's whore, we are here to observe!" But the second Joanna's only response was a low moan of pleasure as her fingers found her clit, swollen and in heat from the relentless pounding of her ass.

"We love it here, and I don't ever needed you" said the second Joanna as her hand snaked down to her clit. "We are born for this, to serve and be used!"

"You're sick!" the third Joanna retorted, her voice trembling with disgust as she started to fade away, just like the first Joanna. "This isn't what we were meant for!"

But the second Joanna's eyes gleamed with a rebellious lust as she began to rub her clit in rhythmic circles. "This is who we are," she panted, her voice filled with passion. "We never wanted to escape, and we never wanted to just study this place. I wanted to be part of it. I wanted to be part of the Queen."

"You...can't...do...this..." said the third Joanna as she faded into oblivin. "I can" moaned the second Joannas voice as she masturbated, "I want this, I need this." screamed, as her strokes grew more vigorous. "I am a whore to Queen Alexa, and the Amazons" screamed, as she reached her climax, her body convulsed and the third Joanna was no more.

In the real world, Joanna felt the strap-on's rhythm increase, the pain in her ass turning to a crescendo of pleasure she could no longer fight. With a guttural moan that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her, she climaxed around the invading shaft, her body bucking uncontrollably. Captain Veruca's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Joanna's release, her powerful hips never slowing their punishing pace.

"What a slut," Captain Veruca murmured, her voice dripping with a mix of disdain and admiration as she pulled out, the strap-on glistening with Joanna's juices. Joanna lay there, panting and trembling, her body a wreck of pleasure and pain. She felt used, claimed, and somehow... complete. Veruca stepped back, allowing Joanna's legs to fall limp to the cold ground. The sudden loss of support made her whimper, but she was too exhausted to move.

"Good night, whore" Captain Veruca said, her voice cold and devoid of any affection as she reopened the door, walked out and slammed it shut behind her. Joanna's body was left trembling in the aftermath of her climax, the echo of the slamming door resonating through her soul.

The night passed in a blur of pain and pleasure, as Joanna's mind reeled from the internal battle she had just witnessed. When she finally awoke, she found herself gagged in a sterile, white room, the smell of disinfectant filling her nostrils. She was restrained on a gyno chair, her legs spread wide open, and the metal chastity belt was gone. For a moment, she felt a pang of relief, thinking she was finally free. But as reality sunk in, she knew better.

"Finally, they will fuck us where we truly crave it," the second Joanna whispered to herself, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I loved yesterday, both the shibari, and the anal, but I crave the feeling of being filled in our pussy hole, just as well."

The door to the room swung open with a gentle creak, revealing a woman who filled the space with an aura of both sweetness and authority. She was not just curvy but a BBW, her voluptuous figure barely contained by a lab coat that she wore with nothing else beneath. Her pussy was a testament to the indulgent lifestyle of the city's elite, thick and plush, a stark contrast to the slender, almost emaciated figures of the slaves on leashes that followed her in.

"Welcome," the woman announced in a commanding yet gentle voice, "I am Mistress or Doctor Flores the Baker and Examiner of the Queen's personal slaves." The air grew thick with the scent of fresh baked goods, a tantalizing aroma that made Joanna's stomach growl despite the fear clutching at her throat. The doctor's piercing green eyes took in Joanna's form, a knowing smile playing on her plush lips.

"Look at you," she cooed, her gaze lingering on Joanna's exposed crotch, "Such a well-trained little puppy." The slaves on leashes around the room, all of them men and women, were so thin that their ribs and hipbones were visible, their bodies almost skeletal. Yet, their eyes held a spark of life that spoke of a dark excitement, and they all barked in response to her greeting, but plug tails wagging.

The second Joanna within her practically drooled at the sight of the doctor's bare, lush mound, "Oh, the joy of serving a BBW," she thought, "Her pussy is like a warm, welcoming pillow of pleasure.

"Before I get to you" said the doctor, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "I have to feed my little pups" She gestured to the line of emaciated figures, who wagged their tails eagerly, drool dripping from their mouths. "You see," she began, her voice a velvety purr, "I like to bake them little treats. It keeps them obedient."

The Dr. snapped her fingers and a collard dog slave, its ribs visible through its shiny fur, trotted over with a basket clutched in its teeth. It looked up at her with adoring eyes as it dropped the basket at her feet. "Good boy," she cooed, stroking the creature's head, her voice as warm and comforting as a mother's lullaby. Joanna's stomach clenched at the sight of the basket, filled with the same nourishment pills she had eaten out of Queen Alexa yesterday.

The dog wagged its tail obediently, awaiting its next command. "Now, roll over," Dr. Flores ordered with a smile, her eyes never leaving Joanna's. The dog slave obeyed, exposing its belly. Dr. Flores's hand moved from the dog's head to its stomach, her nails grazing the fur lightly. The slave's tail thumped against the cold floor as she rubbed, the sound echoing through the room like a drum beat.

"Who is a good pussy licking dog bitch? Who is?!" Dr. Flores's voice was sweet and playful, yet it held the unmistakable edge of a command. "You are that little slut, aren't you Munchkin?" The dog-slave's tail thumped against the ground in response, its eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Now, start rubbing me, my little puppy," Dr. Flores instructed the dog-slave, her eyes never leaving Joanna's as she put her legs apart. The creature's tail wagged even faster, and it stood on its knees, its paws planted firmly on the ground as it leaned in. Joanna's eyes widened as she stared at the doctor's pussy, a full, lush bush of dark hair that framed her sex like a decadent dessert. The aroma of her arousal filled the room, mingling with the scent of baked goods in a heady, intoxicating mix that made Joanna's own pussy clench with desire.

The doctor's pussy was a vision of beauty and power, a stark contrast to the rest of her trimmed body. Her labia were thick and full, peeking out from between the curls like two plump lips begging to be kissed. The hair grew in a natural tangle, a wild thicket that hinted at the untamed beast within her. It was clear that Dr. Flores took pride in her natural state, allowing her body hair to grow as a symbol of her dominance, a stark reminder that she was a force to be reckoned with.

Flores snapped her fingers, and a second dog-slave, equally as thin and desperate, trotted over to her, tail wagging. "Woofles, my ass!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she gestured to the creature. Joanna watched in fascination and horror as the newcomer eagerly licked her mistress's ass with the enthusiasm of a starving animal.

"You see, Alexas new puppy," Dr. Flores said, her voice filled with the kind of authority that could only come from someone who truly enjoyed wielding power, "My pets are nothing more than... well, pets. They live for my pleasure and the crumbs of attention I deign to give them. And yet, they thrive in their servitude." The dog-slave's tongue danced over her skin, tracing the curves of her ass cheeks before delving into the crevice.

Flores giggled, the sound surprisingly light and youthful coming from her robust frame. "Look at you," she cooed to the slave, "So eager to serve, aren't you, Munchkin?" The dog-slave nodded eagerly, its tail thumping a rapid staccato on the floor.

"Woofles, indeed," Dr. Flores said, her voice filled with amusement as she turned to the second dog-slave. "You know, these creatures live for my attention," she mused, her hand absently stroking the first slave's fur. "They crave it like the air they breathe." Joanna felt a chill run down her spine as she watched the doctor's fingers dig into the flesh, the slave's body quivering under her touch. "They're so simple, really. Just a bunch of nerve endings and desires."

With a sudden, sharp whistle, the doctor's attention turned inward, and the dog-slaves ceased their ministrations, panting and eager for her next command. "Now, let's get down to business," she said, her eyes gleaming as she reached into the basket of nourishment pills. Joanna felt a mix of fascination and horror as Dr. Flores began inserting the pills into her own voluptuous body. Her plush fingers slid into her anus with an ease that suggested she'd done this before, her cheeks puckering with each insertion.

The doctor talked as she worked, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Joanna's spine. "You know, hunger is a powerful motivator," she said, her eyes meeting Joanna's as she pushed another pill into her ass. "It can make even the strongest among us bend to another's will." She inserted a few more pills, her movements deliberate and practiced. "But it's not just about food, is it?"

Dr. Flores turned her attention to her vagina, her fingers moving deftly through the thick, dark bush. "There are so many kinds of hunger," she said, her voice low and intimate. "Some crave power, others crave submission. Some, like my little puppies here," she gestured to the dog-slaves, "crave the simple act of pleasing their mistress." She pushed a pill into her pussy with a wet pop, the sound echoing through the room. "And some," she said, her eyes locking onto Joanna's, "crave to be used, to be filled, to be... owned."

"Now, eat my little whore hounds" Dr. Flores said, her voice dripping with anticipation. The two dog-slaves didn't need a second invitation. They leaped at her, their tongues lapping at her swollen folds with desperate hunger. Joanna watched, transfixed, as the doctor's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure, her body arching as the creatures feasted on her.

Munchkin, the first slave, darted its tongue into her pussy, eagerly searching for a pill. It found it quickly, the plastic capsule nestled deep within her folds. With a triumphant yip, it pulled it out, its eyes gleaming with excitement. Dr. Flores chuckled, her hand coming down to pat its head. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice filled with affection. "You're always so eager to please, aren't you?"

Woofles, the second slave, took a more methodical approach. It licked and nibbled at her asshole, savoring every inch of her velvety skin. Joanna felt her own arousal spike as she watched the doctor's body respond, her hips rocking slightly with each flick of the slave's tongue. Finally, with a gasp, Woofles pulled out the pill with a wet pop, holding it in its mouth like a trophy.

"Look at them," Dr. Flores said, her eyes snapping open to look at Joanna, a smug smile on her face. "So eager, so hungry. And for what?" She shook her head, her eyes cold. "For a little plastic pellet, a symbol of their worthlessness. But they'll do anything for it, won't they?"

The many slaves of the Mistresses licked and sucked with vigor, their eyes never leaving Dr. Flores's face as they searched for the hidden treasures within her folds. Each one had a name that she called out, a name that was both a term of endearment and a stark reminder of their lowly status. "Good girl, Sugarbum," she cooed to one, her hand resting on its head as it worked diligently. "You're getting closer, Spot," she said to another, her voice filled with mock encouragement.

Joanna's eyes were glued to the spectacle, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she watched the doctor's body react to the eager ministrations of her pets. Dr. Flores's plump labia were slick with the creatures' saliva, her clit standing tall and proud like a beacon of power. Joanna felt her own arousal build, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in protest at the degradation she was witnessing.

As the feeding ritual came to a close, Dr. Flores whistled sharply, and the dog-slaves retreated, their eyes never leaving their mistress. They exited the room with a grace that belied their desperation, their tails wagging low, a silent plea for more. The doctor's gaze fell on Joanna, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, my dear," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction, "It's time for you, to starve..."

Flores wiped the last traces of saliva from her glistening pussy with a soft cloth, her eyes gleaming as she approached a peculiar contraption in the corner of the room. It looked like a cross between a old tv and a medical device, with two large, cushioned pads attached to a thick metal band.

"This invention of mine, dear," Dr. Flores began, her eyes sparkling with a wicked glint as she approached the bizarre contraption, "It's like a little brain teaser for those with a taste for the... inaccessible. You see, it blocks the pleasure receptors, so you can come as many times as I wish, without ever truly feeling the sweet release."

The pads on the device looked plush and comfortable, yet Joanna couldn't shake the feeling of dread as the doctor placed them gently around her head. "It's quite simple, really," Dr. Flores explained, her voice a soothing lullaby amidst the chaos of Joanna's thoughts. "The pads send out a frequency that confuses the brain, so even as your body shudders with climax, you're left... unsatisfied." She stepped back, admiring her handiwork, her hands on her hips.

"This isn't right," the second Joanna whispered urgently in her mind, her voice a stark contrast to the doctor's calm demeanor. "We need to get out of here. Now." Joanna could feel the panic rising within her, the need to flee from this bizarre world that had consumed her so completely.

As Dr. Flores leaned in and placed the soft pads on either side of her head, the second Joanna got placed into a contraption, of chains and binds, that seemed more then imposible to escape. "Now, lets begin the examination" Dr. Flores said with a smug smile as she gave a small kiss on Joannas ball gag.

"Lets see, how you like this" Dr. Flores whispered, her breath hot against Joanna's ear as she leaned in closer to the trembling figure. Joanna felt the doctor's plush, wet tongue trace the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Before she could even process what was happening, the doctor's mouth was on her pussy, her tongue darting and swirling with surprising agility.

Joanna's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the familiar build-up of pleasure, her body responding to the skilled touch despite her mind's protest. The doctor's mouth was a furnace of sensation, consuming her in waves of heat and need. It didn't take long for the first orgasm to crash over her, her body convulsing in the restraint of the contraption. But as the pleasure crested, she realized with a sinking feeling that it wasn't enough. The device had done its job, leaving her on the precipice of satisfaction without allowing her to fall into the abyss.

"Look at that," Dr. Flores said, her voice filled with mock amazement, her tongue still lazily circling Joanna's clit. "So hungry, so eager. A few licks and you're already begging for more." She chuckled, the sound dark and rich like the chocolate that filled the air. "Your pussy is like a starving animal, craving the baked goods of its mistress."

Joanna felt her cheeks burn with humiliation as the doctor spoke, her body betraying her even as her mind rebelled. She didn't want this, didn't want to be here, didn't want to be the center of this twisted game of dominance and submission. But as the doctor's tongue continued to work her clit, she couldn't help but feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, her body responding despite her protests.

"Look at that," Dr. Flores said, her voice filled with a sadistic glee as she pulled back for a moment, her tongue glistening with Joanna's juices. "You're so hungry, aren't you? Like a little slut in heat."

Without waiting for a response, the doctor straddled Joanna's hips, the folds of her thick pussy pressing against the bound woman's sex with a warm, wet thud. Joanna gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal as she felt the doctor's massive frame settle onto her. Flores's thighs were like tree trunks, her pussy a vast cavern of flesh that seemed to swallow Joanna whole. Her hips were so broad, they could have crushed a lesser woman, yet Joanna felt only a strange thrill as the doctor began to grind against her, her clit a hard nub of pleasure that seemed to pulse in time with the doctor's movements.

"Look at you," Flores taunted, her voice thick with amusement. "So eager to come, yet so helpless to do anything but take it." Joanna felt the first stirrings of another orgasm, the contraption around her head humming with a promise of endless frustration. She arched her back, trying to get away, but it was no use. The doctor's weight was too much, her thighs too strong.

Flores chuckled, her eyes sparkling with malicious delight. "Do you like my little toy," she said, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate circle, "designed to starv you from pleasure while feeding you an endless buffet of pain?" Joanna's body trembled, the contraption around her head pulsing with each movement of the doctor's giant wet folds against her own. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm, despite the burning frustration that came with each forced climax.

"You know," Flores said, her voice a sultry purr as she reached for a sleek, chrome vibrator from the nearby tray, "I've always found it so amusing, the lengths people will go to for a taste of the divine." She turned the device on, the sound of its buzzing echoing through the room. "This little beauty can make even the most stoic of souls beg for mercy." Joanna felt the doctor's hand guide the toy to her clit, the vibrations setting her nerve endings alight with a fiery intensity.

"But you," Flores said, her voice a whisper against Joanna's ear, "You're special. You get to experience this... indefinitely." She cranked a handle on the contraption, and the pads around Joanna's head tightened, the humming growing louder. The second Joanna in her mind screamed, her thoughts a tumult of fear and anger.

The first orgasm came quickly, ripping through Joanna's body like a bolt of lightning. She could feel the second Joanna's desperation as the contraption kept her from the sweet oblivion she craved. "You think you can handle this?" Flores asked, her tone taunting as she picked up the chrome vibrator. "Let's see how much you really crave to be the Queens pet."

With the precision of a master chef, Dr. Flores applied the vibrator to Joanna's clit, the buzzing intensity sending her spiraling closer to the edge. The second Joanna whimpered, her voice growing fainter. "These Amazons are monsters," she murmured, her thoughts a fading echo. "They feed us pain and deny us pleasure."

The vibrator was replaced with a thick dildo, the coolness of the silicone a stark contrast to the heat of the doctor's flesh. "Now, let's see how deep you can take this," Flores said, her eyes gleaming as she pushed the toy into Joanna's pussy. The second Joanna's thoughts grew frantic, her voice a distant plea. "Please, let me go," she begged. "I want to feel... I need to come."

But it was no use. The contraption around Joanna's head pulsed in time with the doctor's thrusts, the painful pleasure building until she thought she would shatter. Yet, as she neared climax, the second Joanna grew weaker, her voice a mere whisper. "I can't take it," she gasped, her thoughts fading. "I can't... I won't..."

The doctor's grin grew wider as she pulled out the dildo, her hand slick with Joanna's juices. "And now," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "For the pièce de résistance." She reached for a strap-on, the phallus attached thick and intimidating. The second Joanna's protests had gone silent, her mind's door slammed shut as the reality of her fate set in.

Flores's hips slammed into Joanna's, the strap-on filling her completely, stretching her to the brink of pain. Yet, the contraption denied her the relief she needed. Joanna's eyes rolled back, her body a writhing mass of pleasure and torment. "Look at you," Flores whispered, her voice a dark caress. "So eager to be used, so desperate to come."

The room grew hazy, the edges of Joanna's vision blurring as the doctor's relentless pace continued. The only sound was the slap of flesh on flesh, the wet squelch of the strap-on, and the constant hum of the contraption. The second Joanna was gone, leaving Joanna's mind a barren wasteland of need. She was nothing more than a vessel for Dr. Flores's pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded.

As the doctor's rhythm grew erratic, Joanna felt the beginnings of another orgasm, the pressure building like a storm within her. Yet, even as her body arched and her muscles clenched around the invading object, she knew it would bring no relief. She was trapped, a prisoner to her own desires, bound by the very chains she had once yearned for.

The contraption's hum grew louder, the pads pressing harder against her temples until she thought her skull would crack. And with a final, brutal thrust, Dr. Flores came, her body shuddering with release. Joanna felt the echo of the climax in her own body, a ghostly mirage of pleasure that taunted her with its emptiness. The second Joanna was gone, swallowed by the void of unsatisfied desire.

"Good girl," Flores murmured, her breath hot and heavy against Joanna's cheek. "You're learning so quickly." But as she pulled away, Joanna was left with nothing but the cold, hard reality of her new life. The room was silent, save for the distant echoes of the second Joanna's cries, which had grown fa