Fan Fiction
Contents - [Prologue|Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Chapter 7|Chapter 8|Chapter 9|Chapter 10|Chapter 11|Ending #1|Ending #2|Ending #3|Ending #4]
Codes: Mdom/f, Fdom/f, Bnd, mc, trn
Dr. Everet Krause?
Dr. Krause sat bolt-upright. "Who's there?"
There was a dark figure in front of him. A voice said, Me, I'm afraid. It seemed to enter his mind without bothering to go through his ears.
"Who the devil are you!?" he exclaimed.
No, not the devil, said the voice of the cowled figure. It appeared to have glowing blue eyes. Eye sockets, anyway. I am quite more definite than the devil.
Dr. Krause noticed that while he appeared to be sitting up, his body was still lying on the bed behind him. Furthermore, the face under the cowl appeared to be a skull. "Oh," he said.
Yes, said Death. Now, if you'd be so kind as to come with me, please?
The next morning, Dizzy woke up to find herself tied spread-eagled to the bed, a ring gag strapped to her mouth and a blindfold around her eyes. She whimpered slightly, squirming, but stopped, knowing it was futile.
"G'morning, my little pet Dizzy," said Miller, leaning in next to her and playing with one nipple. Dizzy gasped, moaning through her gag, and squirmed, whimpering softly. Miller leaned down and suckled on her other nipple for a moment, then moved to begin suckling at her other nipple. "Mmm, you're so yummy, I could just eat you up ..."
Dizzy gasped and shuddered, moaning through the gag as she once again felt her pleasure build involuntarily. She gasped even more as she felt Miller kissing downwards, across her chest and stomach until he paused between her legs.
"In fact, I think I'll have some Dizzy pussy!" he said, and then began licking at her sex.
A loud moan escaped Dizzy's lips, and she shuddered in her bonds. Miller seemed to be an expert at this, as he licked at all the right spots to build her pleasure up, sending her hurtling towards another climax ...
Then there was a small beeping noise. Miller suddenly drew away. "Sorry," he said, moving away.
Dizzy whimpered, lying in her bonds, feeling so ... frustrated as he just left her hanging there, without finishing her —
She squeaked, eyes widening beneath the blindfold as she realized: she wanted to cum, wanted him to finish eating her out, and being bound and gagged and blindfolded was turning her on ...
She gasped as she felt Miller's fingers in her pussy. "Sorry," he said. "I was going to have you suck me off after I got done with you, but it'll have to wait 'til later." He then pressed a vibrator into her sex.
Dizzy moaned, shuddering and squirming as she felt herself giving in more quickly to the pleasure, willingly allowing the sensations to wash through her, and her climax rocked through her whole body, bringing her to new, previously-unimaginable heights of pleasure ...
"When and how did this happen?" said Miller.
"Heart attack," said the doctor. "3 AM this morning. Nothing anybody could do." He shrugged. "Wherever Dr. Krause is now, something tells me I don't envy 'im."
Miller sighed. "More paperwork," he muttered. "And we'll have to get a replacement." He shrugged. "Ah well ... he was old, and depending on who the replacement is, I might even miss the old bastard."
The doctor nodded. In an organization like this, that tended to be the maximum amount of sympathy people got when they died. "I suppose it's all up to your bosses, in the end."
"Yes," said Miller. "In fact, knowing them, they might have already selected someone and sent in whoever it is ..."
Dizzy whimpered in her bonds; the vibrator still buzzed between her legs, but it had slipped out after her third orgasm, and now wasn't between them enough. So, she was left with waiting, and her own thoughts.
Chief among them was her own ... reactions. Obviously, something had been done to her so that she'd be more sensitive down there, and on her breasts. There was no way she could have been so quickly brought to ... well, she'd lost track of the number of orgasms she'd gotten since she'd been captured. Certainly no way she could have even put a shirt on if she was that sensitive normally.
She froze as she heard the door open, and nearly-silent footsteps drawing near. A woman's voice said, "Looks like your vibrator came loose."
Dizzy whimpered slightly. She didn't know who this was, but there were only a limited number of possibilities of why she was here.
"You know, I think I'm going to enjoy you," said the woman, stroking Dizzy's hair with one hand and one of her breasts with the other. "I certainly know how to, better than that old fool Dr. Krause ..."
A moan escaped through Dizzy's gag. Yes — they had to have done something to her breasts for a simple stroking over her nipple to have a smilar effect to —
— pressing the vibrator back into her pussy, except deeper this time. Dizzy gasped and shuddered, moaning as she once again felt her pleasure building up against her will. She was dimly aware of the woman saying, "I suppose I'd better leave you here now ..." but the rest was lost in a wave of pure physical bliss as it rose up through her body ...
She squealed through the gag as she came yet again, squirming and moaning loudly. She thought she fainted, but the vibrator quickly woke her up, and she moaned. Intelligent thoughts were drained away from her, and all her mind could focus on was the pleasure, the sensation ...
An even more violent orgasm rocked her, and this time, she did faint.
She woke up as she felt Miller withdrawing the vibrator. "Haven't had breakfast yet," he said. "Thought I'd better check on you, though, since you've been cumming the whole time." He tenderly stroked her sides, kissing her cheek. "Feel like you're ready to give in yet?"
Dizzy shuddered. She knew full well that if they wanted to, they'd probably force her to give in, anyway, but the way Miller was giving her a choice ...
She shook her head. There were some aspects of it that were far too tempting, but ...
"All right," said Miller, and ran a hand through her hair. "Guess it's time for breakfast." He removed the blindfold and undid her bonds, then cuffed her wrists and ankles to her tail and picked her up, carrying her over to the table. He ate a breakfast that consisted of eggs and bacon, then, without removing her ring gag or undoing her bonds, spoonfed her oatmeal, which tasted —
— oddly sweet, and spicy, and vaguely brought cider to mind ...
Dizzy's eyes snapped open, and she blushed deeply.
Miller chuckled at her reaction. "Yes, you're tasting yourself in there," he says. "I had a cupful from your first night, remember?"
After breakfast, he carried her — still bound — over to the bathroom, and set her down on the toilet so that both her pussy and ass were directly above the bowl, then watched her expectantly.
Dizzy blushed, feeling utterly embarassed. It was one thing to have a vague inkling you're being watched when you go to the bathroom, but when the person watching you was hovering above you ...
"Just go," said Miller softly, and once again, she felt her body obeying him rather than her own desires ...
He carried her over to the sink, where he washed her groin region thoroughly. Dizzy gasped as he began scrubbing over her sex, moaning as he began rubbing into her ...
And then, there was a knock at the door.
Miller sighed. "Sorry again," he said, and placed her carefully on the floor in front of the sink, then left the bathroom and closed the door.
Dizzy waited, whimpering. Once again, left hanging so close to an orgasm, she felt such a need that she couldn't do anything about now ... And if she gave in to them ... well, of course there still might be interruptions, but resisting only seemed to be causing friction. Would it be worth it to just give in, and —
A small but vocal part of her said, No! She shuddered as she lay there, whimpering.
Miller stepped back into the bathroom. "I'm going to take you to meet the new chief scientist," he said. "Dr. Krause up and died on us." He attatched a leash to Dizzy's collar, then removed her bonds — except for the gag — but replaced them with posture bars that ran from each shoulder to each wrist, then attatched a sort of harness to her waist, thighs, and ankles, forcing her to remain on her hands and knees. He gave also pressed two odd-looking metal balls into her sex. "These are Ben Wa balls," he said, then gave her leash a tug. "Come on, now ..."
Dizzy began following after him, and then squeaked a bit as the balls within her began ... stimulating her ...
Miller grinned. "They're real fun, aren't they?" he said. "Now, come along ..."
She crawled after him, whimpering slightly. Every movement sent shudders running through her lower body, but it wasn't enough to bring her off the brink. She whimpered, squirming and shuddering, barely able to see where she was at any given moment, let alone know where they were going.
But then they arrived at some sort of laboratory. "Here we are," said Miller as he stepped through the door.
A tall, blonde-haired woman with blue eyes stood there, dressed in a red labcoat. "Ah, you must be Miller," she said. "And this, of course, is Dizzy."
Dizzy's eyes widened. It was the woman from before!
"Indeed," said Miller. "And you are?"
The woman smiled. "I'm Dr. Melissa McCormick," she said. "But you can call me Liss. I'm the new Chief Scientist here." She ran a hand through Dizzy's hair. "I'm going to enjoy getting to know you both ..."
Miller grinned. "I can imagine," he said.
Liss grinned back, and nodded. "Yes," she says. "As you can guess, I have a more ... fun attitude than Dr. Krause. Now, let's get her on the table ..."
Dizzy's bonds were removed, and she was placed on a sort of examination table. A glass dome closed around it, cutting her off from the outside world.
A speaker crackled to life. Liss's voice said, "Now, Dizzy, we're going to take control of you like we did before, all right?"
She whimpered, hurriedly reaching up to try to remove her gag ... then found herself frozen in place.
"Don't worry," said Liss. "We'll make sure you enjoy it this time ..."
Dizzy found herself lying down. Then one hand slowly moved down to reach into her sex, pressing inside herself as she fished around for the Ben Wa balls. A gasp escaped her lips, and she moaned, carefully fishing out the golden balls and letting them rest between her legs. Clearly, Dr. McCormick didn't have the same stipulations as Dr. Krause ... She pressed two fingers into her sex, rubbing her clit with her thumb, and gasped and shuddered. "Ahhh ... oh ... oh yes ..." she breathed, the sensations of pleasure building up within her.
Part of her hazarded that she was either (a) sill in control of her voice, or (b) they were forcing her to make those exclamations, as well, but that part of her was finding that it had less and less room to think, as the pleasure filled up her mind, forcing all other unnecessary bits out of it. She just lay there under the dome, cooing with pleasure as she finger-fucked herself, and spread her legs wide.
Then she suddenly sat up, grabbed her tail, and pulled off the ribbon. It was rather sensitive, as tails go, and she shuddered as she grabbed it, then curled it around and slowly pressed the rubbery length into her own pussy, gasping and moaning as she slowly started to thrust in and out of herself. The sensations were electric as she reached up to play with her nipples with one hand, and she yelped, groaning out loud as she hit a more sensitive spot and realized, almost at the same time, that she was the one doing all the work.
She cried out as she came, her juices spattering out and making a mess on the table, and she collapsed forward, her wings splayed out to the sides. She lay there, close to tears as the glass dome was opened, and she trembled, doing nothing to resist as Miller picked her up and carried her to another table, where her wrists and ankles were cuffed to poles at each corner.
"You know," said Liss, "we might be close to beginning Phase 2, at this point."
Miller grinned. "Excellent," he said. "But there's one way to find out ..."
Dizzy whimpered as she lay in her bonds; the gag hadn't been removed the entire time she'd had it on since this morning, and her jaw was starting to feel sore.
Miller smiled, running a hand through Dizzy's hair. "You want me to take the gag off, hmm? Don't you, little Dizzy pet?"
She blushed, nodding, and found herself letting out a small purr.
He began stroking her breast with his other hand. "Do you think you're ready to give in?" he whispered. "Ready to let us do whatever we want? To be a good pet who we don't always need to control?"
Dizzy burst into tears. She knew that there was no escape, knew that she was losing the battle, and that trying to resist would only make things harder for herself, but if she didn't resist, it would feel so good ...
"Will you give in?" said Miller, still stroking her breast. Liss joined in, caressing her other breast softly, giving her nipple brief pinches.
Dizzy nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. Miller took off the gag, and they kissed her on each cheek, stroking her hair and fondling her breasts. Dizzy knew that there was no going back now, and that her future lay with Miller. Her friends couldn't rescue her — they didn't even know where she was. And all she could do was give in utterly.
"Are you sure this will work?"
"Of course I'm sure."
"The world leaders couldn't use any of their magical devices find her when the bounty was on her head."
"They didn't have access to a Gear to whom she was more precious than the entire world."
"Okay, I'll take your word for it. And when we find her, there's gonna be hell to pay."
"Yes."
The Mayship flew on.