Weiss would have screamed if she had the breath. Instead, she just let out a shallow exhale every time her captor plunged the strap-on into her, each thrust driving the air out of her lungs and crushing her smaller body against the wall. The mornings were by far the worst.

After being captured, she had figured out that she'd play along, wait for her Aura to regenerate and then use her Semblance to escape when they weren't looking. That plan ran into problems when she found out that her permanent lodgings consisted of a small concrete coffin she barely fit in, buried deep underground with the only furnishing being a thin pipe for ventilation. Turns out that holding prisoners is exceedingly easy if one can use portals to do away with annoyances like locks, guards and exits. If she wasn't passed out of exhaustion by the time she was dumped there, she'd have a lot of time to think of her predicament in the absolute silence and darkness.

Her plan was further bogged down when she found out that they had put special steel manacles on her wrists which were loaded with conduits that scrambled her Aura if she tried to channel it into anything complex, making using her Semblance nearly impossible.

And when she found out what the woman did the first thing every morning, she started doubting the tatters of her plan had even a chance of working.

Her eyes rolled back when a harsh command wrung out yet another orgasm out of her as the monolithic dildo impaled her particularly viciously. Its girth was downright agonizing and beyond anything Weiss had even dreamed of using, and her body felt like it was going to split every time the mistress rammed the monstrosity into her unwilling and increasingly contracting slit. Her Aura flared desperately to keep her body from tearing, and she let out a weak yell when her skin started tingling all over.

The black-haired woman huffed and dropped her on the floor, watching as her plaything's body heaved when her Aura shattered. Weiss curled up reflexively as the soothing protective layer was stripped off her, leaving her body weak and vulnerable. She was used to being able to rely on her Aura to shrug off just about anything short of anti-materiel fire, and the thought of her skin being susceptible to even just sharp fingernails left her deeply terrified. She looked at the woman standing over her with her blue eyes filled with dread.

This was her routine. Wake up, get her Aura shattered by increasingly creative abuse, "training," maybe a meal or a shower and then back into the box she went. Sometimes the black-haired woman – Raven, she had heard her once called which sounded somehow familiar – let her brown-haired ally who went by the name Spring use Weiss too, and between the two women randomly waking her up mid-sleep she was disoriented and couldn't keep any track of how much time had passed since her capture. Maybe two weeks, maybe two months; she had no idea.

"Clean," Raven said disaffectedly when she threw the strap-on at Weiss and turning away, the tool heavy enough to make the impact hurt. Weiss scrambled to grab it and started frantically wiping the arousal off it on her own face and breasts. She had been showed in no uncertain terms that the silicone toys used on her were higher in the hierarchy than she herself was, and that she should "clean" them in a manner which seemed to have very little to do with actually cleaning them. She was mildly horrified that something that big had fit inside her even forcibly as she glided her lips across the shaft when she heard two sharp finger snaps.

She dropped the toy and scrambled to her captor on all fours as fast as she could, knowing that tardiness would be severely punished. Raven kicked her so she fell on her back and stepped on her moist cunt with her heavy boot. Weiss gasped when Raven leaned in and started grinding the sole against her.

"One minute, go," Raven said in a clinical voice.

Weiss gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, quickly moving her hands to tease her breasts and bucking against the boot. She hated this "conditioning" where her captor would make her cum on command – and only on command, not a moment earlier – with severe penalties for failure. Even more she hated that it was working, her body starting to get wet and willing just by the taller woman's presence alone.

She squirmed, desperately trying to conjure up the most erotic mental images she could to finish before the deadline. Much to her shame, most of them had started to include the raven-haired dominatrix, but right now she didn't care. She had just come from the strap-on and she needed every advantage she could get to meet the target, willing her body towards a climax.

"Cum." It was an order.

Weiss strained with her body arching, but she couldn't. Not this soon. She hiccuped when the boot rose away, leaving her strung up but not quite finished. Raven scoffed which made Weiss shrink back reflexively.

"Seems like you need another lesson on the saddle."

Oh no. Weiss's eyes shot open and she gave Raven her most pleading look, too afraid to whimper. It had worked once, and Weiss kept hoping time hadn't been just a fluke.

As per usual, Raven ignored her and dropped her through a portal into Weiss's least favorite room, a doorless and windowless brick of concrete. It had a device in the middle, a central black leather saddle which had two metal bars for back support and two inserts sticking out from the middle. The heiress shook her head weakly as Raven plopped her on the seat and jostled her so that the dildos nestled firmly into Weiss's holes. With practiced moves, Raven quickly set her up on the device and left, plunging the room into utter darkness as the portal dissipated.

Weiss's legs were strapped tightly against the saddle, and her upper body and arms were wrapped firmly in leather and bound to two steel supports rising from the back of the saddle which immobilized her almost entirely. Thick pads were adhered to her uncovered nipples and clitoris, and to top it off she had a heavy pair of high-tech earmuffs strapped on her head which blocked out what sounds the devices made. She breathed quickly in the darkness until the machine started and a small red digital clock lit up on the wall in front of her. It was too faint to illuminate anything in the room, but the numbers gave her at least something to orient herself with.

"Five minutes, go."

Raven's command rang in her ears as the machine played back her voice, the red display starting to count down seconds. Weiss groaned loudly in frustration and despair, shaking in her bindings which didn't have any give. She sniffed and resigned to the whims of the machine as it came to life, the inserts slowly starting to move and hum while the pads started vibrating against her clit and nipples. She gritted her teeth and started shoving down the arousal which she had just minutes ago tried so feverishly to stroke up.

The infernal machine could detect via the headband if she orgasmed, gods knew where her captors had gotten such a device. If she came before or after the countdown finished, she'd be punished and the machine would log the infraction for her captors to see. The first time she had been put here had been pure hell when she didn't know how the machine worked, and now the sessions were just mind-numbingly gruelling. She had to carefully regulate her arousal as the vibration on – and in – her body slowly intensified. She stared at the small red numbers flashing down in front of her, straining against the force of the orgasm when it had five seconds left.

"Cum for me, pet," echoed Raven's voice in Weiss's head as she frantically bucked to obey. She let out a nasal moan when the climax hit and made her writhe against the inserts. Her toes curled when the vibration peaked some ten seconds after the deadline, maintaining a strong stimulation.

"Good pet," Raven's voice told her in the throes of orgasm, the mechanical praise making her warm while the white pleasure filled her mind.

Soon after the machine petered out, the clock winking out and leaving Weiss huffing in the darkness while the cooldown period invisibly ticked down.

"Twenty minutes, hold," Raven told her through the earmuffs.

Weiss whined at the machine when it all too soon started again, lighting up a different, green countdown, ticking down from twenty minutes. The toys rose to a low intensity, staying there. This was the second mode of the machine which would unexpectedly command her to cum, making her stay close to the edge without going over for an unknown amount of time. Weiss hiccuped and let the machine's low vibrations work her up as she mentally prepared for the long stretch of uncertainty.

Her head drooped as much as it could, sweat running down her neck as she stared at the countdown ticking down from eight minutes. She was too close, and her sex felt tight like a piano wire as she fought back the inevitable. She spurted out an incoherent prayer when her mistress's voice gave her release, gladly obeying the low timbre ringing in her ears as the machine roared in intensity, enhancing her climax before shutting down again.

"Three minutes, go."

She moaned.

"Cum for me, pet."

She did.

"Good pet."

She was.

It repeated over and over again with different times. The only things in Weiss's world were the numbers, the orgasms and the voice of her mistress. She yelled, cried and wailed, coming time and time again on the uncaring machine which only paused to shock her when she failed before starting again. The periods of harrowing build-up, intense climaxing and punishment melded together in the silent darkness of the room as the machine abused her aching body relentlessly to prime her cunt to obey her mistress's orders, making her yearn for those words as she was lost in the sensations.

Weiss's head lolled forwards. Her mouth was open and spittle was dripping on her chest despite her throat being parched, but she was too tired to move. She was enduring and almost ruining a forty-minute "hold" period when finally a portal opened, letting in blinding light. Weiss blearily turned away from the painful brightness as Raven decoupled her from the machine. She was too weak to move and she fell down on the floor limply when the last restraint was removed. She thanked what gods she remembered at the moment when her mistress with an uncharacteristic lack of force picked up her shivering body and carried her out through the portal.

Weiss pressed close to her, soaking in the warmth while she slowly realized that they were both naked. Weiss squinted to see that they had appeared in a bathroom, and Raven descended into a large bath tub filled with water. Weiss let out an involuntary moan as the hot water enveloped her strained muscles, Raven's arms settling around her. She leaned back limply to meet her eyes, finding the familiar pair staring back at her.

They were not kind, never, but right now they were tolerating which was probably as close as she got. Weiss whimpered quietly when her mistress snaked fingers onto her sex, the look on those red eyes hardening.

"Cum for me, pet."

The voice was different. The tone was exactly the same as with the recordings, but the speakers could not capture the overwhelming presence which came with the words. Weiss bucked and whined, her body grinding out one last sore orgasm while the calloused fingers of her mistress just rested on her slit.

"Good pet," she murmured into her ear, Weiss mindlessly smiling at the sound as her consciousness drifted.


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