Days? Weeks? Natasha had no idea how long it had been since she fell into Pravum's trap. All she knew now was the pleasure as the two Spanish twins kept up the endless assault on her body and her resolve. With three fingers moving around inside her dripping pussy, and soft lips sucking on her aching clit, she would already be in a bad spot. But the hands keeping up the spectacular massage of her firm and round breasts pushed her well past her limit for sexual pleasure.
If only they pushed her past another kind of limit. One she had desired for so long now. But they made it clear that they had no intent to just let her. If she wanted to get what she needed, then she needed to give them what they wanted. Which was everything. Her body, her loyalty, and every bit of information she had. And she could not do so, no matter how much she wanted to, she could not betray her colleagues or friends. So she squirmed against her restraints, finding the cold steel unbreakable. She twisted her body as the hands and lips continued to stimulate every part of her body. She moaned, wailed, pleaded for mercy, and promised them everything she had. But they never got what they wanted, so they never stopped.
Her body was tense, and sweat trickled down her skin, following the soft contours of her amazingly beautiful body. A different kind of liquid dripped steadily from her slit before it was licked away by a long and sensual flick of a soft tongue. She was right there, she knew her body. Just one little push and she would cum. But the tongue stopped just before she would. Sharp nails pinched into her nipples, both impossibly hard from her pent-up frustration, and the pain cut through her euphoria, driving her away from the edge, while the slender fingers inside her cunt did a masterful job of working her towards it.
They held her like this for what felt like an eternity. Natasha knew nothing other than that moment of pure bliss as her senses and body were dancing on the fine edge of cumming and not cumming. It was the most intense feeling she had ever felt, made worse by the fact that she was completely powerless to resist them. Tears freely fell from her eyes. Not from pain, but from need. She had been trained to handle pain, to endure the worst kinds of torture imaginably. Now she knew, her trainers severely lacked imagination when it came to torture and interrogation.
The concept of time did not exist in this room. She remembered from when her mind was more lucid, that there were no windows to the outside world, nothing to mark the passing of time. And by now, her mind could not be bothered with the simple act of keeping track of time. After what felt like an eternity of agonizing pleasure, the hands and mouth suddenly disappeared. Natasha's entire body jolted at the sudden loss of contact, and the abrupt ending to her pleasure made her thrust out her hips in a feeble attempt for more. She hated how she behaved, but she could no longer help it. Her body had taken over, and it wanted only one thing. her pussy convulsed around nothing as if it had yet to realise the fingers had left. Her clit throbbed in perfect harmony with her frantic heartbeat, and she felt each pulse as blood rushed through the overstimulated organ. Even her breasts and nipples yearned for the return of the hands.
It took her a long time, but eventually, the raging fire inside her body began to calm down, and with it, her ability to process something else but carnal lust returned. She focused her eyes in front of her and saw that one of the twins was standing in front of her. Her dark skin was rosy with her desire, her nipples puffy and swollen as the past few hours had not left her unaffected. Beside her hovered a small spherical drone, and its single centre lens glinted ominously in the light. The woman spoke up, and her faint Spanish accent was just pronounced and exotic enough for the captured spy that her pussy convulsed with desire. She wanted this woman, she could have this woman. But she could not pay the price.
"We have got a little something to show you. Our agents in the field have been busy since we captured you, and they made an amazing discovery. Shall we take a look?"
The question was rhetorical, everyone present knew this, both on the centre stage and in the many observation booths. The woman walked to the computer desk that housed the computer controlling the many toys and gadgets in the room and pressed a button on the holographic keyboard that appeared on the surface. Beams of light began to project from the small drone, and within seconds, they had formed into a high-resolution projection of some recording. Natasha stared at the image until her orgasm-deprived brain recognized what she saw.
She knew that room and recognized the pictures on the walls. How many mornings had she sat at that small kitchen bar, eating her breakfast? How many nights had she spent in the company of the woman she saw, eating something else entirely? She knew that if the view were from a different angle, she would see a window, looking out over Sydney Bay, and its infamous opera house.
They had found her. How did they know? She had been so careful to keep their relationship hidden. She watched as the woman prepared a bowl of cereal and yoghurt for breakfast, unaware of the fact that she was being filmed.
The woman had long, soft blonde hair, that had fallen in messy strands around her delicate face. She wore an oversized shirt, that hung loosely to just beneath her butt, and nothing else. Part of the shirt had slipped down her shoulder, revealing parts of her torso, and a small hint of cleavage. Natasha absently licked her lips at the erotic sight before her. The loose shirt could only just barely hide the pair of large tits, and her sexed-up mind began to create vivid images of what she would do if she got her hands on them. Her body had such a yearning for sex, that her arms flexed against the unforgiving shackles, and her hands opened and closed as if she was actively groping her lover's breasts.
Maya, as the woman was called, was probably the closest to a lover Natasha ever allowed anyone to get. They met during one of her missions, where she served as Natasha's local contact. They started professionally, but it wasn't long before the flirtatious blonde convinced her that they could do so much more than just work. From that moment on, the nights of her mission in Sydney were filled with passionate lovemaking. And even after, she frequently returned for more. Where had she gone wrong? Had she slipped up in hiding her movements when visiting her? How long had they been watching her, and by extension, Natasha? All these questions and more raced through her foggy mind. Until a movement from the side drew her attention.
To Natasha's shock and complete disbelief, another woman walked into view. Unlike Maya, this woman did not bother with covering herself. The first thing Natasha's eyes were drawn to, were her breasts. Firm, round, with just the slightest jiggle as she walked confidently towards the kitchen bar. Her face was framed by short light brown hair that reached her ears, the brown slowly blended into fiery red as it got closer to the tips. A well-toned body, and an ass that Natasha could worship all day. It was no wonder Maya was with this woman, but it still hurt to see. They were supposed to be together, just the two of them.
The woman had reached Maya, and after placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder, she leaned down and captured the sitting woman in a soft kiss. Natasha watched as feelings of betrayal tore at her heart as the kiss intensified. Maya had wrapped her arm around the mystery woman's neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. For a moment, the anger and betrayal overpowered her desires, and the need to cum was momentarily pushed away. But the twins attending her knew how to read their prisoner, and reacted immediately. The one standing behind her placed her hand against her pussy, and with the faintest of touches, began to stroke and probe her sensitive sex. Natasha threw her head back and moaned as the flames of desire consumed every other emotion. She felt a hand grab her long red hair, and force her head back so she could see the projection again. Now the erotic sight of her lover further fueled her raging desires.
"Don't look away araña, watch as the woman you love submits to another."
The Spanish accent of the woman, as well as the pet name they came up with for her, stirred something between her legs. Natasha always had a weak spot for sexy accents, it was why she fell so quickly for Maya's Australian, and how she reacted in the same way to the Spanish voice purring softly beside her ear. She wanted to look away, the scene hurt too much to watch, but she couldn't. Her eyes were glued to the projection and she didn't even notice the hand releasing her hair. Though the other hand never stopped stroking her enflamed pussy. She watched as Maya and her new lover broke apart, and she saw their mouths move as they began to talk. The other twin who was still standing at the control panel touched another button, and voices began to fill the theatre.
"Have you eaten yet?"
The voice of the unnamed woman was soft and delicate, but it held a strength that commanded obedience.
"No mistress, I was waiting for you."
At Maya's familiar voice, Natasha's reaction became immediate. The clear submission her voice showed. The tenderness in it shows her affection and care. And gods, that accent. The way her Australian accent echoed within her body had her pussy spasm with desire. She wanted her, now. She wanted nothing more than to tear away that oversized shirt and take Maya right there on the counter. But she couldn't, she was helpless and could only watch, while the two women around her used every part of her desires against her.
"Good girl. You know you should wait for your mistress. Do you want your breakfast now?"
Maya only nodded, and the projection showed how the other woman took a bowl from a cupboard and filled it with yoghurt and cereal. She walked back to where Maya was sitting and stopped just out of arm's reach.
"On your knees, pet. And get rid of that shirt, you know you are not allowed to wear clothes while at home."
Without a moment's hesitation, Maya got up from the barstool, stepped in front of the woman, and dropped to her knees. She grabbed the hem of the large shirt, and in one smooth motion, pulled it over her head, revealing the naked body in all its spectacular glory. Natasha could not believe her eyes, Maya had never shown any such signs of submission, yet here she was; looking up expectantly, her hazel brown eyes shining with dedication and love for her mistress. A mistress that was not her, and her heart ached when that realization sank in.
The woman bent down and placed the bowl on the floor in front of Maya. Said woman leant forward until she was on all fours, and using just her mouth, began to eat from the bowl. Like a dog, or a cat. Just as a pet should. But it seemed the woman was not yet satisfied, as she looked around the kitchen until her eyes fell on something. Lying on the bartop, was a shawl of translucent green silk. Natasha knew it well, as she had bought it for Maya for her birthday. She walked back to Maya and took both of her wrists in her hands. after gently twisting them until they were behind the blonde's back, she used the shawl to tie her wrists together. But the shawl was long, and there was still a lot of fabric unused. She raised the ends to Maya's elbows, and wrapped the soft material around them, forcing her arms together with each passing. Finally, the last bits were wrapped carefully around Maya's neck and tied off with a knot. Natasha saw the way the strain of her arms pushed out her breasts, and again, her body yearned to touch them, and she saw the slight discomfort from having her breathing restricted ever so slightly. A delicate hand was placed between Maya's shoulders, and the blonde woman was pushed back down until her face was once more in the bowl, and Maya resumed "eating".
Natasha watched as Maya enthusiastically cleaned out the bowl with just her mouth. Her large breasts swayed enticingly as her body moved and twisted to reach every inch of the bowl. Meanwhile, the woman had kneeled beside Maya and began to run her hands all over her soft skin. When her hands touched her sex, Maya briefly stopped licking and moaned appreciatively. The woman for her part reacted by pushing Maya's face back into the bowl. She continued to touch Maya's pussy, and the surprisingly detailed projection captured every second of it for Natasha to see. She saw how her lover's slit began to glisten, and Maya's moans became more frequent, and louder as well.
"Mistress, please. Slow down, or your pet will cum."
But the woman did not slow down, instead, she pushed her fingers deep into Maya's cunt, causing the blonde to wail as fingers began to touch her most sensitive insides. But Maya did not stop eating. And though she panted, moaned, and squirmed in place, she eventually managed to finish the bowl. Natasha could see how much effort it took from Maya to not cum, and she knew now from painful experience, that that was a fight she would lose. And Maya knew it as well.
"Please Mistress, I can't hold it much longer. I finished my breakfast, may your pet please have her orgasm?"
The sheer humiliation of being asked permission for something as simple as an orgasm tore at Natasha's feelings. To hear Maya beg like that was a major turn-on, especially with that fucking sexy accent. But she wasn't begging her. She was begging someone else for that privilege, and it hurt her in ways she had never experienced.
Natasha watched as the woman pulled Maya upright, and took the now empty bowl from the floor. She placed it between Maya's legs. Using one hand to hold Maya upright by her bound arms, the other attacked her dripping pussy with renewed vigour. Maya's entire body was tense. her back was arched against the other woman, and her large breasts were pushed out, showing her erect nipples. She was riding the edge of orgasm now, and only her devotion to her Mistress kept her from cumming. A thumb pressed down hard on her clit, and Maya's scream of primal pleasure filled the kitchen, and through the recording devices installed all over her apartment, the theatre as well.
"Cum my pet. Show your Mistress what an obedient little slave you are."
And like that, the permission to cum broke whatever restraints Maya had left. Her eyes rolled back and her body shook as the orgasm erupted from her pussy. A Strong jet of clear liquid was being forced from her slit, and now Natasha understood the purpose of the bowl. Seconds went by, as Maya screamed and moaned as pure euphoria drowned her senses and body. Each convulsion of her pussy had her squirt more into the bowl until eventually, it ended.
Maya was breathing heavily from the force of her orgasm, and if she hadn't been held upright by the other woman, would have surely collapsed from exhaustion. After a minute, Maya opened her eyes, and after turning her head smiled lovingly at the other woman.
"Thank you, Mistress, for allowing your pet to cum."
But the woman was not yet done with Maya, and she raised the bowl to the bound woman's lips. Maya opened her mouth without protest and eagerly began to drink from the bowl as it was slowly being tipped upside down. When the bowl was empty, the woman got up, placed the bowl on the bar, and began to undo the shawl binding Maya's arms. She undid the wrists and elbows, but not the part that was still around Maya's neck. Holding it in one hand, she began to walk towards the same spot she came from, towards the master bedroom, and the attached bathroom. Like an obedient pet, Maya followed, crawling on all fours.
Silence filled the theatre as the projection disappeared. Natasha stared silently ahead of herself. Her thoughts were filled with conflicting emotions. Desire and need were prominent, no thanks to the hands roaming across her body. But hurt as well. Betrayal. Why did this happen? How long has this been going on? The voice of the other twin, the one who had so far remained silent, pulled her from her inner turmoil.
"Now you see Araña. We have taken everything from you. Your freedom, your orgasms, your old life, And even, your lover. She has been in our grasp for weeks now, it was almost pathetic how quickly she submitted to our agent. But she gave up everything without a moment's notice. I hope you enjoyed that little show because we have many more hours to show you. And watching your former lover cum her brains out at the hands of another is the closest thing to an orgasm you will get."
She touched another button and several more drones began to hover in the air all around her. The circular device she was strapped into began to slowly spin, and each drone began to project a different scene. Each one was at a different time, in a different room, but they all showed Maya. Being seduced into submission, giving herself to another. A mechanical noise beneath her had her look down, and to her horror, the computer-controlled fucking device had reactivated. Without waiting, the two dildos plunged deep into her vulnerable pussy and ass, and Natasha moaned deeply from the violent stimulation. A sharp sting against her breast had her yelp in pain, and she saw one of the drones hover in front of her. From its frame, a long tendril of blueish energy swayed slightly in the air. As she looked at it, the drone made a jerking motion, and the tendril shot toward her. As the energy field brushed against her stomach and the underside of her right breast, pain exploded from the contacted skin.
"You better keep watching Araña, or it is going to hurt. Goodbye now, we will be back eventually, enjoy the show we have prepared for you."
Back in her observation booth, Ariel watched the twins walk away, leaving their prisoner with the images of her lover's betrayal. She had to admit, that the twins knew what they were doing, and she had to comment them on using a now useless resource to such an effect. She emptied her glass of wine and gracefully rose from her seat. As entertaining as this was, she still had a few floors to inspect. She made a note on her tablet to discuss a possible reward for the twins shortly.