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A Thorough Lashing	By : DigitalSocrates Category: +A through F > Advance Wars Views: 3194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"...and every unit that a side can bring to bear over the number of the other side grants not a single additional unit of firepower, but it's square. In that way an advantage of two men is firepower advantage of four. This Force Multiplication is the foundation principle of Force Concentration, and is key in battles of attrition. Attrition is... aaaargh."
Sonja groaned, closing the textbook. This class was doing nothing but treading over ground she had learned at the age of ten. Normally she would just skip reading the book, but her professor made it habit to test based on opinions held by the authors of these pre-school "reference" books.
"Whatcha doin?"
"I was studying, but these joke - Lash, why are you in the ceiling?"
Lash smiled her unsettling toothy grin, her puffy-haired head the only thing visible from the square hole in the ceiling. Upon examination plaster dust was scattered all over the room, which had not been there prior to her sitting down. She should probably work on having a bit more awareness of her surroundings when reading.
"I'm working on my latest experiment. Wanna see?"
Sonja looked back and forth between Lash and the stack of books on the desk. Even if studying was tedious, wasteful and irritating, reading these books wouldn't threaten her life, as Lash's experiments were wont to do. "I should really keep studying..."
"You need those to study, right?" Lash asked innocently. She then produced an obnoxiously large bazooka, which fired a sticky net at Sonja's stack of books. Before Sonja could cry out in surprise, the books were yanked back to Lash who retreated back into the hole, cackling wildly.
"Lash! Lash get back here!" She scrambled on top of the table and reached for the ceiling. By pushing herself onto the tips of her toes she could just reach her fingers around the edges of the hole. With a hop, she got enough leverage to start pulling herself up, albeit with quite a bit of strain. She was a tactician, not a solder.
She got her arms and head wedged into the hole, leaving her feet dangling helplessly midair as she struggled the rest of the way. Her first thought was that she didn't recognize anything in the hallway - she tried to remember what the floor above her looked like, then realized that she had been in the top of one of the palace towers. Had lash built an entire floor above her without her noticing? She really needed to work on her awareness.
The place was entirely black and gray metal - Lash cared little for interior decoration and honestly just loved the color black. It was rather garish in Sonja's eyes, but she never had the heart to criticize her for it. There were scattered mechanisms all over the place, things of different size, shape and various menacingness that she couldn't identify.
"Lash? Lash! Help me up!"
No answer, not even cackling. Where did she go? She sighed, and chose a close mechanism that looked the least dangerous to grab. She reached out with one hand, then the other, noticing that they were handholds of some sort - even leather bound, and... sized for her hands? Before she had time to feel dumb for falling for the obvious trap, metal shackles close around her wrists and the mechanism came to life, unfolding itself to twice it's size and pulling Sonja with great, but not ungentle force, leaving her dangling in the center of the room by her wrists.
"You fell for it! You fell for it! Tee hee hee!" Lash cackled evilly, appearing behind another machine across the room. She skipped over to Sonja, jumping up and latching onto the overhanging mechanism, swinging back and forth and jumping around Sonja much like she would expect a monkey.
"Yes yes, it's a fine experiment, now let me down."
"Hee hee, my silly dweeb, this isn't the experiment I wanted to show you, this is just to get you all setup for it."
Lash pulled out a metal pen.
"You're going to dazzle me with a laser pointer?"
"I modified this one!" She pressed a button and traced a circle on the front of Sonja's yellow tunic with the laser dot. Once the circle was complete, the fabric parted from it's surrounding cloth, leaving a circle of bare flesh on Sonja's stomach. "Hee hee!"
"Lash... Lash no, this is my officer uniform!" Sonja objected fruitlessly as Lash skipped around her, the laser pen systematically cutting all the clothing from Sonja's hanging body. She struggled around a bit, trying to shake herself loose, but only succeeded in fatiguing herself and making her wrists sore. Still throughout the encounter she brain couldn't help thinking up the practical applications of a laser that cut clothing but left flesh completely unharmed. She'd have to nab that from Lash later - her consort rarely let her use experiments for constructive things.
A chill ran down Sonja's skin, alerting her that Lash's procedure was complete. A quick scan of her body revealed that she was indeed as bare as the day she was born, minus her boots.
"Step two complete," Lash mumbled into Sonja's ear. Sonja' couldn't see behind her very well, but Lash was level with her, so the shorter girl must have pulled up some kind of stepladder to reach her. Lash's wild hair tickled Sonja's skin as her captor began to nibble affectionately on her neck. She also felt hands on her sides, which then slid onto her shapely, if smallish breasts.
"And this is step three?" Sonja asked, her voice cracking a little to betray her arousal.
"No, this is just the cook sneaking in a taste of the chocolate," Lash replied, ceasing her talking just long enough to lick Sonja's earlobe. Her fingertips got a hold of Sonja's nipples which she began to gently tweak and twist. "We still have a whole cake to bake!"
Sonja was barely getting into Lash's caresses when they suddenly disappeared. She looked around confusedly, spotting the inventor a moment later wheeling over a cart full of wicked devices.
"Lash, we talked about this," Sonja said with an edge of worry. She speculated on the likely use of some of those devices, which sparked a renewed attempt to swing herself free of her bonds.
"Yeah, but that was before I had you all strung up like this," Lash replied evilly. She picked up a weighted clamp - the weight segment had several buttons and lights on it. Lash stepped forward and the floor lifted up under her feet to give her level access to Sonja's breasts. Lash carefully opened the clamp, ready to close it around Sonja's defenseless bud.
"Jasmine!" Sonja shouted. The seemingly random word stopped Lash in her tracks though, and her expression turned to one of childish disappointment. But her smile returned quickly.
"Actually," Lash said, "New game, new safeword. Say 'I'm a nerd and Lash is my brilliant Mistress,' and I'll let you go."
"I'm not saying that," Sonja said indignantly. Her pride was far more important than anything else.
"Duh, that's why I chose it," Lash replied, fixing the clamp in place.
Sonja gasped as pain lit up her body. This only got worse as Lash began to tighten a bolt to hold the clamp in place. "Oooh, ah fuck you little bitch!" Sonja shouted, the pain overwhelming her normal sense of propriety. At the very least the weight wasn't as heavy as it had appeared - the humming sound coming from it was still worrying though.
"Save some of that for later, we have a lot to go," Lash giggled, putting the second clamp on. Sonja's struggles were becoming quite violent at this point, so a second pair of arms came from the floor and grabbed Sonja's ankles, pulling them apart.
"The only thing I like more than Nerd on a Rope is Nerd on a Stick," Lash said cheerfully. She picked up the last, largest device. It was a bulky contraption with a clip on one end and two large holes. Lash ducked underneath Sonja where the Yellow Comet CO had little vision.
"What are you doing now?" Sonja replied somewhat breathless. She could feel Lash pressing the device against her pelvis, but had no clue what was coming next. Fortunately she didn't have to wait long. Sonja had suspected what the device would do just from a glance, but speculating and experiencing are two different things.
The first dildo was accompanied by Lash's incessant giggling. Sonja gasped as the large phallus as pushed inside her, then screwed into the device to hold it in place. It was a ridged dildo, and she felt every bump and bulge as it made it's way in. At this point Sonja was highly aroused and it slid through with little trouble.
"Oh, I see that my little Tactician is enjoying herself..." Lash teased.
"I never... said I wasn't enjoying myself," Sonja retorted through heavy breaths.
"Good because we're not done yet."
Sonja felt the second dildo against her puckered sphincter, and she bared her teeth as it began to intrude. It was thoroughly lubed, which made it tolerable, but certainly not painless. Intellectually Sonja knew this dildo was smaller, but it certainly didn't feel that way, and she was soon involuntarily groaning as Lash continued to push it in, then finally screw it into the frame.
"Now to anchor it in place," announced Lash. Sonja expected her to grab a affix a belt to tie it into place, so she was very surprised when she felt the clamp at the end of the device cinch onto her clit. She couldn't even voice words, just shouting unintelligible sounds and hoarse groans as Lash tightened the cinch.
"Better hold onto those dildos tight, because that's all the support you're getting. 'Course I won't mind if you let them fall too much - I can think of some fun things to do with your clit if it was three times longer."
Doing as she was told Sonja clinched the dildos as tightly as she could to keep them slipping out. She was still too busy trying to steady her breathing to say anything, and her eyes were glazed over in distracting pain.
At Lash's command the machine released Sonja's ankles and lowered her to a position where she could stand. Sonja immediately pressed her thighs together, trying to shove the dildo frame higher to relieve some weight on her clit. Then the mechanisms holding her wrists split apart and manipulated her arms behind her back where they were cuffed together and released.
Sonja took a step forward, trying to steady herself with all these new devices attached to her most sensitive parts. The nipple clamp weights swung slightly, tweaking her sore nippled and igniting her breasts in renewed pain. Meanwhile even the slightest movement tweaked her clit, so every step was torture. With her holes as lubricated as they were it was very difficult to keep a good grip on the dildos, so she tried to keep the frame up with her thighs. This made walking rather comical-looking, probably the biggest blow throughout the whole procession.
"You're an evil bitch, Lash," Sonja said in between winces.
"No time for flattery now, my little Nerd on a Stick. Well two sticks, isn't it, tee hee hee. I didn't do this to you just to watch you shuffle around - although that's certainly a lot of the fun!"
Lash pointed at the far wall where a heavy steel door swung open. "Onward, to your first trial!" To spur Sonja on, she pressed a button on her remote control which caused all of the devices attached to Sonja to emit electric shocks. Sonja nearly choked on her own saliva from the overwhelming pain. It left as suddenly as it came, but it left her knees the consistency of jelly. It took all of her willpower not to collapse to the ground.
"Hurry hurry now! More shocks every time you don't follow my orders!"
"Or I suppose you can say the new safety phrase..."
Sonja gasped, struggling to find the strength to walk again. "That's not... not the kind of satis... satisfaction I'm willing to give you... Lash." She started to waddle through the first portal, completely ignorant of what her insane lover had in store for her.
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