by Van ©2012
Rizzoli was miserable... exhausted and miserable and not having a good time.
Naked and dripping with sweat, she'd been bound in a standing
spread-eagle and impaled on a vibrating dildo for hours, she
wasn't sure how many. Her jaws ached from the two-inch
ball plugging her mouth, as did the muscles of her feet, calves,
back, shoulders, and arms. She'd been holding her crotch
off the tiny, electrified, steel saddle just below the base of
the dildo by standing up on her toes and/or lifting herself with
her arms; however, she'd suffered occasional, very brief lapses in
concentration when she'd inadvertently allowed herself to touch
the saddle's copper contacts. The result was always the
same, a stinging shock
she couldn't endure. The pain had been terrific... but she
knew that eventually her strength would fail and she'd have no
choice but to endure the saddle's snapping, biting torment full
She glanced to the side and noted that Kate Beckett—her fellow
cop and prisoner, suffering identical restraint, impalement, and
predicament—was also sweaty, exhausted, and quite obviously
nearing the end of her
strength. As Kate watched, a string of saliva dripped from
Kate's chin to her chest and commingled with her copious sweat.
Suddenly, Kate flinched and moaned through her gag. Jane
could hear the quiet buzz of the vibrator impaling her
companion. She knew Kate's phallus was throbbing and
sliding up and down. In short, it was fucking her.
There was no polite way to describe what was happening, and what
Jane's dildo had done to her
countless times during their ordeal. Besides, Jane was waaay past being polite
Adding torture to torment, the captives had received three
The first was a dominatrix in a white rabbit costume—a very
skimpy, very kinky,
white leather rabbit costume. Faceless behind the outfit's
bunny mask, she'd used a white leather flogger to deliver a
detailed lashing to first Kate, and then Jane, stinging their
backs, buttocks, thighs, breasts, and stomachs. And while
the rabbit played with one victim, the dildo entertained the
The second visitor, arriving something like two hours after the
rabbit had made her exit, had been a black cat. She was
another dominatrix, of course, this time in a kinky, black
leather costume with a feline
mask. Needle-sharp claws protruded from the tips of her
gloved fingers and she used them to tease and trace Kate's
nipples, armpits, stomach, and thighs, never breaking the
skin. Jane watched in horror, only able to imagine the
tickling, pinprick sensations causing Kate to shudder and squirm
in her bonds. The cat then produced a steel instrument, a
spur-like wheel of needles spinning on the end of a slightly
curved handle, and used it to explore the same areas of Kate's
anatomy she had already worked over with her claws.
Meanwhile, Jane's dildo was pumping and vibrating in earnest,
building to a crescendo that engendered a crashing orgasm punctuated
by a stinging shock when she momentarily dropped the inch or two
that landed her hypersensitive labia on the saddle.
Eventually, the Evil Catwoman finished with Kate and strolled
towards Jane—and now she no longer had to imagine what the
sadistic kitty's claws and pinwheel of needles felt like.
Jane learned firsthand.
Another two hours of holding themselves off the saddles... then
their third visitor appeared. This time it was a
she-devil, a dominatrix in a red leather costume with a wickedly
smiling horned mask. Her specialty was nipple-clamps and
electricity, and this time Jane got to go first. Whoopee! The devil
placed an elaborate pair of basket-like clamps on Jane that
caged her breasts, pricked the surface of the fleshy globes with
an array of sharp needles, and at the same time squeezed and
stretched her nipples.
Jane endured the cage-clamps and
a gradually building rogering from her dildo while the Red Devil
used a pair of electrified wands to torment Kate. The New
York cop bucked and struggled as the snapping, sparking glass
globes on the tips of the wands played across her sweat-beaded
skin from head to toe.
After several very long minutes Jane "enjoyed" another unwelcome
and very unspectacular
orgasm. She was too far gone for actual pleasure, even the
involuntary and entirely physiological variety. She
slumped in her bonds, then jerked when she touched the saddle,
again, then watched in dull misery as the devil continued to
torment Kate. And eventually, inevitably, the devil
transferred the cage-clamps to Kate's breasts—Holy Mother of
GAWD it hurt when the nipple clamps were released—then used the
electric wands on Jane.
Finally, they were left alone in their pain and
exhaustion. The mirrors allowed Jane to examine her entire
body, more or less, front and back, and Kate's stretched form as
well. They were both flushed and dripping with sweat;
however, they were unmarked. There were no welts from the
rabbit's lash or the cat's claws. It was... strange.
Jane sighed through her gag and settled in to wait for the
arrival of a fourth visitor, wondering if she'd last that long,
or if she'd pass out before the door opened again. How long has it been? Six
hours? Eight? More? How much more can we
Suddenly, the door slid open and Irena appeared. She was
wearing a dominatrix outfit: boots, hobble-skirt, corset, and
opera gloves, all in black leather,. It was different from
the last outfit Jane had seen her wearing, but was similar in
sexiness. Her lips were the same flaming red and her pale
blue eyes danced as she smiled at her victims. Following
her into the room was—"Nrrfh?" Jane's eyes popped wide and
she stared in astonishment. Agent Blondie! The Fed who waltzed into the
precinct and took over my case!
Yes, it was Special Agent Olivia Dunham of the FBI—and she was
completely naked. Her hands were atop her head in the
classic surrender pose and her face was calm and relaxed, her
blue eyes staring straight ahead. In the mirrors, Jane
could see her long, straight, blond hair cascading down her
back. Her fit, well-toned body was tense and not relaxed like her
features. Also, her nipples were fully erect.
Irena focused her smile on Jane, then gestured towards
Olivia. "Detective Rizzoli, I believe you know Special
Agent Dunham. Olivia, say hello to Detective Rizzoli."
"Hello, Detective Rizzoli," Olivia intoned.
"Oh, Olivia," Irena chuckled. "We're all friends
here. Use her first name, and give each of her nipples a
nice hello lick."
"Yes, Mistress," Olivia answered. Then, a trembling smile
curled her lips. "Hello, Jane," she said, then leaned
close and slowly dragged her tongue across Jane's right
nipple—and then her left.
Jane stared at the dazed and seemingly mesmerized Fed, but
somehow Olivia's bizarre compliance with their Mistress' orders
was unsurprising. In fact, it seemed almost... natural.
"Good girl," Irena purred, then gently led Oliva in front of
Kate. "Detective Kate Beckett, this is Special Agent
"Pleased to meet you Kate," Olivia said without prompting, then
gave each of Kate's nipples a "hello lick."
"Olivia will be joining our little play session," Irena
announced. "Isn't that nice?" She led Olivia to
stand under the winch assembly on Kate's right.
Just then, the white rabbit, black cat, and red devil strolled
through the open door in all their kinky, sexy, sinister leather-clad
glory. Irena gestured towards Olivia, then strolled to
stand in front of Jane and Kate. The white rabbit handed
her Mistress the saddle remote as she passed. Irena
pointed the remote first at Kate's post, saddle, and dildo, then
at Jane's. "All right, my beauties, you may relax.
Down off your toes."
Jane eased herself off her aching toes, letting her crotch slip
down the couple of inches required for her to fully contact the
copper-studded saddle. The smooth minimal seat didn't
exactly take her weight, but her feet were finally flat on the
floor and she wasn't being shocked. Kate had done the
same, and she also wasn't being shocked, as far as Jane could
tell. Irena tossed the remote to the red devil, and she
used it to lower the chains of the winch over Olivia's head.
Meanwhile the rabbit and cat were making trips back and forth
between the cabinets behind the mirror panels and Olivia and
were strapping suspension cuffs around the complacent blonde's
wrists, matching cuffs around her ankles, and securing the cuffs
to the floor sockets and to the overhead chains. Next, a
third post, saddle, and dildo was snapped into the middle socket
and eased inside Olivia's vagina. Finally, a ball-gag was
gently thrust into the Agent's mouth and buckled under her hair
at the nape of her neck and under her chin.
Now, all three prisoners were identically posed and
restrained. Granted, Jane and Kate were much the worse for
wear, tired in the extreme and glistening with sweat, but Olivia
had, indeed, joined the "play session."
"Olivia," Irena said, "you're still my slave, of course, but
feel free to move as you wish and express yourself."
Olivia immediately tugged on her wrist cuffs, focused on Irena,
forced a growl through her gag, and glared at the smiling
"Beautiful," Irena sighed, then nodded at the red devil.
The devil pointed the remote at Olivia's saddle and thumbed a
"Nrrrf!" Olivia immediately flinched, went up on her toes,
and a shudder shook her helpless, spreadeagled body.
Jane sighed through her gag. Been there and done that, she thought, for the last several hours.
She could tell Kate was having similar thoughts.
"Ladies," Irena announced, "please entertain Olivia for the next
three hours. She has some catching up to do."
"But Mistress," the white rabbit objected, "the blonde is
uncontaminated by the Dragon's stench. She's already your
Irena smiled. "And you object to making her suffer for no
"No, Mistress," the rabbit responded. "I was just
wondering what we've done to deserve such a kind and generous
Irena laughed. "Silly rabbit." She stepped close,
lifted the rabbit's chin with one gloved hand, and gazed into
her masked eyes. "Loyalty and love are always rewarded in the
House of Pain. Besides, I have a new toy of my own to play
with." She turned and strolled towards the door, pausing
at the threshold to point towards Jane and Kate. "Make
sure they remain awake. When Olivia needs a breather, you
may use whatever means you deem necessary to make sure they're
paying attention. I'll be back for them later."
"Yes, Mistress," the dominatrices responded in unison.
The door hissed closed and Irena was gone.
The rabbit, cat, and devil stood gazing at Olivia for several
seconds and the helpless blonde gazed back, defiance in her
fear, but mainly defiance.
"So," the cat said, "rock-paper-scissors to see who goes first?"
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Scully was naked, bound, and gagged.
Specifically, her arms were raised and crossed behind her
head. Leather cuffs encircling her upper arms and wrists
enforced the pose. In addition, her fingers and hands were
encased in some sort of tight mittens. A rubber ball-gag
filled her mouth to capacity and its strap encircled her head and was affixed to the
upper-arm cuffs, enforcing silence and trapping the back of her
head against her arms. Also, leather cuffs and straps
bound her ankles to her upper thighs in what she believed was
referred to as a "frog-tie."
She was on a large, very comfortable bed, in a dark, severely
Modern bedroom. The walls were covered in black leather
punctuated by built-in cabinets of ebony-stained wood.
Translucent, silver-gray drapes were drawn across a wall of
floor-to-ceiling windows, half-obscuring an elevated view of
nighttime Manhattan. Most of the light in the room, and
there wasn't much, emanated from dimly glowing sconces and
track-mounted fixtures in the ceiling.
Dana squirmed her naked body against the bed's soft, high thread
count sheets, testing her bonds. She'd already convinced
herself that they were inescapable, but she had to keep
trying. She could flex and spread her folded legs and bend
and twist at the waist, but that was about it. She'd
probably be able to squirm off the bed and drop onto the floor,
but what was the point of that?
Adding confusion to helplessness, Dana couldn't remember how she
came to be in this condition—how she came to be in such a
vulnerable, exposed state of bound and gagged
helplessness. She remembered walking into a restaurant, an
Indian restaurant. She was accompanying Agent Dunham,
and... that was it. That was all she could remember, that
and a pair of pale-blue eyes—gorgeous,
pale-blue eyes—but nothing else.
Suddenly, a naked female figure stepped from the shadows.
Dana rolled onto her side and stared at the apparition.
The woman had long, auburn hair, its reddish tint visible even
in the darkened bedroom. She had a figure to die for, with
full, round breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that flared in
perfect proportion to the rest of her physique. Her skin
was smooth and tan, her muscles toned and athletic. Her
smiling lips were flaming red, and her eyes—
Dana shivered in her bonds and tugged on her bonds. It's her! The eyes!
It's the woman in the restaurant!
"Such a pretty prize," the woman purred, "fiery hair above and
below. Fair, pale skin, smooth and firm. I haven't
had an Irish rose in... How long has it been? Seven
years?" She sat on the bed, reached out, and caressed
Dana's stomach. "Just a hint of baby fat, and yet, you're
strong and fit." Her hand moved in a slow, circular
caress, causing Dana to shiver
and raising goosebumps across her helpless body. "Just a hint of freckles," the
woman continued. "Not that I mind freckles, of
course. My last red-haired lass was freckled from head to
toe, and her locks were a glorious riot of curls. She was
Australian, actually, but her great grandmother was from County
Cork. She had green eyes... like you, Dana."
Dana tried to roll away. The woman's touch was somehow electric, more than a
simple touch. As The woman's fingers and palm slid across
Dana's abdomen, she half-expected to see flying sparks. Waves of titillating energy
rolled across Dana's torso, between her legs, and over her upper
"Hush, youngster," the woman chuckled. She reclined on the
bed and lifted a long, tan leg across one of Dana's folded legs
and her free hand gently gripped a handful of tousled red hair,
pinning Dana on her side and controlling her struggles.
"Yes, wiggle and squirm, but quietly." Her hand slid
lower, through Dana's red pubic bush and across her flushed,
glistening labia. "Struggle while I feed, Dana," the woman
purred. "Ah, so
delicious. A most welcome treat."
Dana's body went rigid as the incredible sensations coursed
through her pussy. It was overpowering,
overwhelming. Dana screamed
through her gag—"M'MMPFH!"—her green eyes wide and staring into
the darkness. Her breath caught in her throat and her
pulse pounded as the woman's hand continued working its erotic
magic. I'm cumming!
Dana realized. She just
started touching me and I'm cumming!
And Dana did cum—and
the multiple orgasm was shivering and prolonged and glorious!
Her pale skin flushed and shining with sweat, her breasts and
pointing nipples heaving as she panted through flaring nostrils,
Dana shivered in the woman's embrace.
"Forgive me, Dana," the woman whispered. "Your fear and
confusion are like a savory sauce. That's why I stole your
memory. That's why I ordered you to forget." She
caressed Dana's nipples, then gave her right breast a gentle
squeeze. "You may now remember my name, Dana, but not
where you are or how you came to be here."
Irena! She introduced herself in the restaurant!
Dana fought her bonds with renewed vigor, not to escape, but so
she could embrace her beloved Mistress and shower her beautiful
body with the worshipful kisses that were her due. Irena! My beautiful
"Easy, youngster," Irena chuckled, and kissed Dana's
forehead. She then released the buckle of Dana's ball-gag
and pulled the rubber sphere from her mouth.
"I love you!" Dana gasped the instant the ball came free.
Irena leaned close and lightly kissed Dana's lips. "I
know, Dana," she purred, then resumed the kiss, and this time
her tongue delved deep into Dana's mouth.
Dana returned the kiss, and once again a shudder shook her
Finally, the kiss ended and Dana lay helpless and content in
"If you were a cat, you'd be purring," Irena teased.
"Wouldn't you, Dana?"
"Yes, Mistress," Dana sighed, squirming her body against Irena's
smooth, warm flesh, as best she could.
"I'll bring you a saucer of cream, later," Irena chuckled.
She reached out and straightened Dana's hair, freeing tangled
strands that clung to her smiling, glistening face. "I
thought I was very clever
to think of using Helen Magnus to resolve our little Rupandra
problem, but now I learn she has already involved herself in the
affair, that you are
using her as a consultant. I was too clever by half to use
Helen's name when I called Olivia. I could have used any name. It was a
joke with myself to tell her I was Helen. But then, if I
hadn't pretended to be the beautiful Dr. Magnus, I probably
wouldn't have attracted you,
my precious Irish rose, would I?"
Irena began caressing Dana's pussy, again, but this time without
feeding from her aura. Dana gasped and squirmed in
"The gods mock my insolent pride," Irena continued, "then reward
me with more gifts. What can it mean?"
Dana continued writhing. "Mistress," she whispered.
Irena's hand slid from her pussy and rested on Dana's
tummy. "Now, Dana, I want you to tell me everything the
Bureau know about my kind. Then, tell me everything you
know about the Sanctuary Network."
"Yes, Mistress," Dana sighed.
"Don't pout, my ginger kitty," Irena chuckled. "We'll make
love again, afterwards."
Dana smiled. "Yes, Mistress."
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Helen Magnus' desktop computer beeped to attract her
attention. The screen announced an incoming call, an
encrypted video-link from outside the Sanctuary's global
network. She tapped a key and a window popped with
additional information. The caller's location was
"undisclosed," but Helen recognized the code phrase which had
allowed their systems to establish the link. She smiled
and tapped a function key. Across the office a painting
slid to the side, revealing a wide-screen monitor. The
Sanctuary Network logo appeared, then dissolved into the image
of an attractive woman in a dark business suit.
"Irena," Helen said, her smile broadening, "what a happy
coincidence that you should call. Or is it?"
Irena did not return Helen's smile. "I assume you wish to
apologize and beg the forgiveness of the Five Clans?" she
"Hardly," Helen responded, still smiling. "By agreement,
the Sanctuary has every right to investigate and act upon incidents of
predatory behavior, and
to coordinate said investigations with local law
enforcement. If the Five Clans weren't so secretive, I
would have requested assistance immediately."
"The Incufumarae wouldn't have
five clans if we weren't secretive," Irena stated. "Our
race might have been wiped out centuries ago if our existence
was widely known."
"That may be so," Helen agreed, "but I am your friend."
"Yes, you are," Irena agreed, finally smiling. "You're
looking as beautiful as ever, Helen."
"As are you, Irena," Helen answered, "though I hardly recognize
you without your leathers. Why the business woman
Irena shrugged. "I can hardly stroll the streets of a
modern city in my 'work uniform,' can I?"
"Foolish of me to ask," Helen chuckled. "How long has it
been? Forty years? Lisbon?"
"I think so," Irena answered. "Let's reminisce
later. Do you still wish to investigate the scientific and
medical properties of my race?"
"Of course," Helen responded. "Curiosity keeps me young."
"That and the injection of Vampiric serum which changed you
forever," Irena purred.
[Author's note: If
you're unfamiliar with Helen Magnus' special nature, don't worry
about it. Suffice it to say she has led a very, VERY long and eventful life.]
"Just so," Helen agreed. In point of fact, Irena knew much
more about her past than she knew about Irena's. "Anyway,
why do you ask?"
"Rupandra—the Red Dragon youngster who caused the brouhaha which
prompted you to nose around in the affairs of the Incufumarae—is
about to undergo her first change. The Five Clans have
agreed to engage you in the capacity of consultant to shepherd
her through the process. You may conduct any non-invasive
tests you deem necessary, but you will share all of your notes
and conclusions with the Clans. However, you will share nothing with the FBI, the
UN, NATO, the Girl Scouts, or any other organization.
Helen's smile broadened. "Certainly! Please express
my gratitude and appreciation to the Clan Elders—but I must ask:
why now, after all my earlier requests have been refused?"
Irena shrugged. "Clan politics. The Red Dragons
would lose face and
incur obligation if they took custody of Rupandra from another
clan. Also, times change. Even the most conservative
of the Elders have come to accept the need for more
understanding of our true nature. Knowledge is
power. Finally, your scientific and ethical reputations
Helen bowed her head in acknowledgment. "Thank you.
Trust is a precious gift, not to be squandered. You have
my word." She glanced at the screen on her desk. "I
see you've attached a large text file."
"General information about the change process," Irena
explained. "You can expect a—shall we say—'delivery' in a
couple of days. I assume you have the required
"There are lower level containment cells available," Helen
confirmed. "I assume this will be a voluntary commitment."
"After a fashion," Irena purred.
"Irena," Helen said in a warning tone.
"Rupandra knows she has incurred the wrath of the Red Dragon and
will be punished, eventually." Irena shrugged. "Your
greatest concern should be the lapses in judgement and mood
swings that often accompany the time of change."
"Hormones?" Helen suggested.
Irena shrugged, again. "You're the scientist.
Anyway, Rupandra isn't a sadistic individual, but her recent
treatment of her slaves—'normal victims' you would call them—has
escalated to unnecessary cruelty. Her living entombment of
an actress, for example—"
"What?" Helen gasped.
"Don't have kittens," Irena chuckled. "Rupandra, herself,
made sure her victim would be rescued. Still, the incident
is a warning. Self control will become increasingly
difficult for the youngster as she nears the change."
"All necessary precautions will be observed," Helen
nodded. "Besides, we both know I am immune to the
influence of an Incufumara's pheromones."
"Yes," Irena smiled, "but you can
be overpowered, restrained, and fed upon."
Helen's smile became a knowing smirk. "So, we're back to
reminiscing about Lisbon."
"Another time," Irena chuckled. "I'm to be your liaison
until this matter is concluded. The attachment includes
protocols if you need to contact me."
Helen nodded. "One more thing. Law enforcement is
involved, and Rupandra has committed crimes."
"The Five Clans will clean up that aspect of the Dragon child's
mess," Irena explained. "Victims that require compensation
shall receive it, and the police and FBI personnel involved
shall be dealt with; in a benign manner, of course."
"I should hope so," Helen huffed. "I can help with that
aspect if you'll let me."
Irena shook her head. "Not necessary. Too many
cooks, as the saying goes. Don't worry about it."
Helen knew Irena was up to something, but she could tell she
wasn't going to get anything more out of her. "I look
forward to Rupandra's arrival. Why don't you accompany
her? I'd love to have you as my guest, by which I mean an
actual upstairs guest, not
a guest in one of our containment environments."
"Another time, Helen," Irena purred. "Perhaps you can be my guest at some point in
the future. You know
how hospitable I can be. Goodbye." She touched
something off-screen before Helen could answer. Her image
vanished and was replaced by the Sanctuary logo.
Still smiling, Helen shook her head and pressed the function
key. "We'll always have Lisbon," she muttered under her
breath. The screen went dark and the painting slid back to
cover the monitor. Helen opened the text file Irena had
sent and began to read. "Fascinating," she sighed, and
started taking notes on a small pad.
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