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A Thorough Lashing	By : DigitalSocrates Category: +A through F > Advance Wars Views: 3195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When the elevator door opened, Sonja was barely cognizant of a figure standing in the doorway.
“Wakey wakey Sonja-poo! No rest for the wicked!” Lash said.
She grabbed Sonja by the ankles and dragged her into the next chamber. Sonja was too weak from her parade of orgasms, and couldn’t even put up a token resistance as Lash unshackled her hands and rebound them in front of her. A hook was looped through the chains of her shackles and she felt herself hoisted up and off the ground by her wrists. The position put the weight of the dildo mechanism inserted into her two holed back onto the clip on her clit, but that was just minor discomfort at this point. Real pain came a moment later when Lash removed the clip, and slid the device, dildos and all, out of her. Sonja screamed and thrashed with renewed vigor as circulation returned to her abused feminine organ.
“It lives!” Lash yelled in glee.
“Oh, fuck you,” Sonja said between pained gasps.
“Now now, Sonja-poo, I was planning to make your little clitty feel better after that, but if you’re gonna be mean to me...”
“How were you gonna do that?” Sonja said, skeptically. Images of being put on a clit-stimulating conveyor belt jumped to her mind.
“How else, silly?” Lash got down on her knees and spread Sonja’s thighs apart, then gently stroked Sonja’s clit with her tongue.
Sonja’s breath involuntarily evacuated her lungs as pleasure surged throughout her entire body. The sensation of Lash’s tongue on her clit not only nullified any pain she was feeling, but made the pleasure a factor of magnitude more intense. Sonja pulled her legs up onto Lash’s shoulders and squeezed Lash’s head between her thighs.
“Hey! Hey!” Lash shouted in a muffled voice. “I need to breathe ya know!”
“Sorry,” Sonja said, relaxing the grip. She crossed her ankles behind Lash and made an effort to keep her knees apart.
Lash smiled and went back to her ministrations. She groped Sonja’s ass to prevent her from swinging away as she slid the length of her tongue along Sonja’s clit. She took it as encouragement that Sonja’s response was loud but didn’t include a single comprehensible word. Lash continued with small, light strokes across Sonja’s clit, which was starting to swell up. How much was due to the trauma induced by the clip, and how much by her arousal was too close to call.
After a minute of this Lash changed back to larger, rougher licks, pressing Sonja’s clit with increased pressure. Sonja vocally exclaimed her pleasure with a loud moan, accompanying by another compression of her legs around Lash’s head. Lash dug her nails into Sonja’s ass until she relaxed her legs again.
“I can just tie them up if you can’t handle it,” Lash said.
“No, no I’ll be good!” Sonja said. Lash’s tongue had temporarily banished Sonja’s combativeness.
Satisfied, Lash continued. Her tongue alternated between light teasing probes and gratuitous swirling motions that encircled Sonja’s bud. Sonja’s growing volume indicated she was closing in on another orgasm, so Lash ceased the elaborate motions and started to apply consistent, short, fast strokes to Sonja’s clit. Sonja’s body seized up and she screamed as another orgasm took her.
“Aw fuck, you got me all kinds of horny, Sonja-poo,” Lash said. She sat back, pulling her shorts and panties off, revealing a pussy glistening with sticky juices. She started to finger herself while Sonja hung suspended in front of her.
Sonja’s breathing slowed as she came down. She was keenly aware of how her suspension prevented her from touching her sex, because despite how many orgasms she’d had in the last few minutes she was still ready for more. Instead she was faced with Lash writhing on the floor, her fingers making obscene sounds as they pushing in and out of Lash’s pussy.
“If you let me down, I can help...” Sonja said.
“I think I like you hanging right there for me,” Lash said, in between distracted moans. “If you want some extra credit you can writhe around for me, maybe beg me to let you go...”
Sonja blushed and turned her head away indignantly.
“So cute!” Lash said, shoving her fingers back inside her pussy and vocalizing a moan. With her other hand she lifted her tube top and started to tweak one of her nipples, falling backwards and arching her back as orgasm took her. She tightened into a ball and screamed for several seconds.
She sat up a few seconds later, still rubbing her pussy. She looked up at Sonja.
“Do you still want to go read your books, nerd?”
“Are we done now?” Sonja asked, disappointment evident in her voice, despite her best efforts.
“Oh, no, I got lots more stuff,” Lash said, grinning. “But if you want me to, I’ll let you go right now. No special phrase or nothing. Just tell me.”
Sonja’s gaze narrowed. “Wh- what kind of things do you have planned?”
Lash’s smile widened. “You really think I’m just gonna come out and tell you?”
Sonja remained silent for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what she wanted, gauging how exhausted her body was, how much more abuse it could take, and how much she desperately needed Lash to further abuse it. Lash, ever the impatient one, took the opportunity to unlock the dildo that had been inside Sonja and insert it into her own pussy.
“Well?” Lash asked, slowly fucking herself with the dildo. A puddle of fluid was slowly forming on the floor underneath her, and Sonja realized that her own pussy wasn’t finished self-lubricating either.
“Ugh, fine,” Sonja said. “What are we doing next?”
Lash let out the most high pitched girlish squeal. “Hee hee! So many things, Sonja-poo!”
A remote control appeared in her hand with only a single large red button in the center. Before Sonja could make a comment on the inefficiency of the design, Lash had already pushed the button and the room was filled with the sound of large hydraulics.
The walls collapsed around them, revealing a room roughly the side of gymnasium.
“How does this exist?” Sonja asked, incredulously.
Lash ignored the question and pressed the same button on the device, which made the hook that Sonja hung on start moving along a conveyor belt behind Lash. “Come along now, its time to show you the next activity.”
From her elevated vantage point, Sonja could see an area ahead that was divided into meter long squares, eight to a side. On each side of the field, the first two rows were filled with large sculptures of different sizes and shapes.
“It’s a chess board,” Sonja said.
“Close!” said Lash. “I took chess and improved it.”
“You did what?”
Lash wasn’t interested in answering any more questions, however. They had arrived at the base of the Black Queen, which looked a lot less like a queen chess piece and a lot more like an exotic torture chair on top of a pair of tank treads.
“What is that?” Sonja asked.
“Your throne!” Lash said. She pushed the same red button again (Sonja was positive that the remote represented a physical impossibility) and Sonja was lowered just far enough onto the machine that Lash could shackle her ankles in place. With another push of the button, Sonja was lowered onto the raised center seat that resembled a dildo-outfitted Sybian. Lash maneuvered Sonja’s hips so that both dildos slid snugly into Sonja’s holes. Sonja moaned lightly as she was once again impaled and filled with foreign objects.
Lash gave Sonja a couple of nudges to make sure that her pelvis was fitting snugly to the seat, so that yet another rubbery extension pushed open Sonja’s labia and laid flat against her clit. The entire seat, dildos included, were perfectly fitted to Sonja’s contours and internal structures. It was both sweet and highly disconcerting. She was too afraid to ask how Lash had gotten the exact measurements of her vaginal canal.
A harness was placed around Sonja’s waist and locked in place, then her hands were freed and shackled separately on either side of the device to a pair of control panels.
“What are these?” Sonja said.
“Your controls, silly. How else are you gonna play the game?” With Sonja secured in place, she began putting electrodes in key places around Sonja’s body: the dimples of her lower back, a pair on each of her breasts, the top of her thighs and bottom of her hips...
“...all of the most sensitive parts of my body,” Sonja said.
“Yep!”
“I’m guessing these aren’t for scanning vitals...”
“Nope!” Lash said, cheerfully.
“A force feedback system of some sort...?”
“You sure are smart!” Lash said, mockingly. She put the last electrode on, only a couple of centimeters above Sonja’s clit. Then she grabbed hold of the hook that hung above them and rode it across the field to her own machine, which looked a lot more like a regular chair.
“Hey, you aren’t gonna have the same setup?!” Sonja called across the field.
“You don’t have to yell!” Lash said, popping up on a digital screen that lit up on the front of Sonja’s vehicle. “And of course not, that would be a significant disadvantage!”
“I’ll still be having plenty of fun while we play!” Lash said, lifting up a hitachi wand for Sonja to see. “And I won’t forget about my little Sonja-poo either!”
On Lash’s cue, the rubber pad pressed against Sonja’s clit began to vibrate. Sonja gasped and her entire body tensed as she was once again assaulted with pleasure.
Onscreen, Lash put the hitachi wand against her pussy. The vibration was strong enough that when she sighed, her voice vibrated along with it. “S-o-o-o-o g-o-o-o-d!” A moment later she removed the wand. “Oh right, I’m white so I make the first move!”
Across the field, a statue shaped like an Infantry Unit moved forward two squares to threaten the center of the board. Sonja barely registered the motion as the device vibrating her clit made it hard to focus on anything. After a few moments, however, the muscles of her body started to slowly vibrate as electrical current were fed into her body through the electrodes. Within a few seconds they reached painful levels.
“What’s going on!” Sonja said. “I haven’t lost any pieces yet! I haven’t even moved!”
“Too smart for your own good, locker stuffer! I never said what triggered the feedback!” Lash cackled “The longer you wait to make your turn, the stronger the current gets!”
Sonja hadn’t even had a chance to familiarize herself with the controls. Each of her hands had underneath it an 8x8 board, with buttons that were muted, or highlighted blue or red, ostensibly representing her or Lash’s pieces. The left panel selected a piece, the right panel selected their destination.
The electrodes were already unbearable, and Sonja found herself making the first move that came to her: knight to c3. Something was immediately evident as wrong, however. Rather than the piece moving, the icon on her screen flashed yellow. Then the world went temporarily white as electric current traveled through the manacles of her wrist, through the core of her body, and exited through the metal dildos inserted into her pelvis.
“What the fuck?!” Sonja said, when she had regained her ability to speak. At the very least, the electrodes had been reset, and were only just beginning to vibrate again.
“You get the big shocks for big mistakes!” Lash said. “That one was for inputting a move incorrectly!”
“I didn’t--” Sonja started, looking at her control panels. Had she...? No, she had indeed inputted it correctly. “No, I did it right! Knight to C3!”
Lash laughed hysterically. “Pffff, Knight? What? Does that look like a knight?” She pointed at Sonja’s piece, which was shaped like a Rocket Unit.
“I don’t understand,” Sonja said, already feeling rushed as the electrodes built up momentum. “If it doesn’t move like a Knight, how does it move?”
“Rockets can only move on roads, duh.”
“Roads? What do you--” But Sonja gave another glimpse of the board. The spaces on the board weren’t solid black and white boxes, but were instead decorated in textures. Swathes were built of plains, others of forest, and only two spaces on the board were made of road - the two spaces that Lash’s Infantry had moved through.
“Infantry build roads behind them?” Sonja asked.
“You should probably hurry up and move. Can’t be getting too comfortable over there, can it?” Lash said, putting the hitachi back on her slit. “Ah, fuck, yes; that’s the stuff.”
Uncomfortable didn’t quite cover Sonja’s situation. She hadn’t even moved yet, but she was highly aroused by the incessant vibration of her clit, had a huge headache from the electric chair, and was being actively pummeled across her entire body the longer she waited. She beat back the forces assailing her concentration and just decided to mirror Lash’s move, moving her infantry to block the advance of the enemy one.
The piece came to life, moving two spaces forward, converting the forest they moved across into road. She felt immediate relief as the currents running into her body ceased, although she was still left with the intense sensation of the clit vibrator. She tried to pull herself up off the seat to relieve the constant thrum but Lash had secured her too well to move a centimeter.
“Mmmm,” Lash said. It was a few seconds of her playing with the hitachi before she even realized Sonja had moved. “Oh, tsk tsk, Sonja, that wasn’t a very good move at all, was it?”
Lash entered her command, and the enemy infantry raised it’s rifle and shot down Sonja’s infantry unit. Sonja was subjected to another shock of the same staggering intensity as the infantry dramatically fell over and a crane dropped to move the entire statue to Lash’s capture pile.
Sonja gasped. “Pawns can’t attack forward like that!”
“You still don’t get it, Sonja-poo, this isn’t chess! It’s my game, Tanks and Cannons!”
“And what are the rules of Tanks and Cannons?” Sonja asked. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her breathing was heavy and labored.
“But Sonja-poo, watching you figure them out is half the fun!” Lash said, cackling.
Sonja growled in frustration, but she didn’t have time lament her circumstances; the electrodes were already starting to fire up again.
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