VESTA - Painworld

VESTA - Painworld
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ISBN:  9781907976636
Author:  Jennifer Jane Pope
Word Count:  76,399
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Assignment for AlisonAssignment for Alison
Chain ReactionChain Reaction
Net AssetNet Asset

Two further straps passed from the lower front hem, forming a V-shape which framed her naked sex, then joining and separating again so they in fact formed an X, the rear V buckling once more at the back and drawn tightly up so that Lianne's nether lips were compressed and thrust into prominence. Her rear orifice was also left unimpeded by the whole arrangement.
   Next came two sleeves, terminating in stiff mittens, which laced the entire length of her arms, preventing all but the slightest movement at the elbow. And even that was then denied, when short straps on the inside of either forearm were drawn firmly through strategically placed rings at either hip of the corset girth.
   Stepping back, the lad looked Lianne up and down appreciatively, nodding as he did so.
   'An excellent filly,' he murmured.

Prepare to enter the world of VESTA, a virtual reality where anything is possible and everything too terrifyingly real.

Smarting from the humiliation inflicted upon him by our heroine - Lianne Connolly from Net Asset - is James Naylor, bitter and thirsting for revenge. And there's his even more sadistic sidekick, Christina, eager to put into action the plans her warped mind has concocted.

Suddenly trapped inside VESTA's ever-changing fetish world, Lianne and her friends find themselves hostage to Naylor and Christina. Although logic tells them they are not really there, the bewildering array of ingenious sexual torture devices say otherwise, for the pain is as real as any in the outside world.

'Whatever is this place?' Pauline almost squeaked, as the dark version of Hazel flicked a switch and overhead strips began flickering into life. But she already knew the answer before the bigger woman opened her mouth, the various wooden and metal racks that adorned the end wall and the menacing looking frame that stood in the centre of the floor, picked out by a circle of five spotlights, saying more than any words ever could.
   'Just my playroom,' Hazel said and, before Pauline could react, moved behind her and shoved her roughly inside, slamming the door behind them and barring any line of escape as the lock clicked shut with an ominous finality. For a brief instant the old Paul machismo tried to reassert itself - the old Paul could have easily outfought Hazel, big as she was, but the new Pauline had only to look down at herself to understand the futility of such a course.
   At very little over five feet tall without the heels and weighing well under a hundred and twenty pounds, poor little feminine Pauline was like a helpless midget beside the dominant, nearly six foot frame of Hazel O'Dee - or Dolores, as she had introduced herself in the bar, reverting to her in-character name. Idly, Pauline realised that both artists, the villainous Naylor originally and now his brilliantly talented female Welsh replacement, had always drawn Dolores as a brunette, rather than as the blonde she was in real life.
   But for now there was no chance to dwell on such little idiosyncrasies. Hazel loomed over her, eyes gleaming.
   'Time for some fun and games, Susie,' she hissed.
   Pauline had selected the name out of thin air, not wanting to give any indication as to his real identity, and conscious of the fact that Hazel would know that Lianne always referred to his male-to-female transformation character as Pauline. She held up her hands in a vain attempt to ward off the closing predator.
   'No, listen,' she squeaked, the maddeningly girlish female voice echoing in her head. 'You don't understand, Hazel. Look, I ought to explain - just give me a minute!'
   'My name is Dolores,' Hazel grated. 'However, sweetmeat, for the moment you can call me mistress.' Pauline continued to back away, her voice now filled with genuine panic.
   'No, listen, Hazel - I mean Dolores... mistress! Oh shit! Please!'
The low building seemed to suddenly appear from nowhere, the dense woods melting away to reveal a small clearing before it. Stumbling along behind the two men, Marcus tugging roughly on the leash that connected to the heavy collar that was now locked about her throat, Lianne was concentrating so fiercely on keeping her footing on the rough ground that she hardly had any time to take in any of the exterior details before they entered by way of a sturdy and businesslike door at one end of the structure.
   Lianne's nostrils twitched at the tang of antiseptic that filled the air, and she at last looked around her. Not that there was much to see, for they appeared to be in some sort of foyer, with just a spartan steel-framed desk table and single upright chair behind it as furniture. The white painted walls were bare of any decoration, the only break in their monotonous surface being a second door, apparently leading deeper into whatever place this was.
   Marcus turned and began unfastening the leash, but the sturdy cuffs that still held Lianne's wrists close behind her precluded any chance of escaping. Not that any attempt was likely to avail her for long, she guessed, for VESTA was undoubtedly programmed to ensure that she met whatever fate had been ordained for her in this part of the 'game'.
   As the neck chain dropped away the inner door swung open and two females emerged, both wearing what was presumably intended as a parody on a nurse's uniform; a brief ensemble in dark blue and white that had clearly been lifted straight from the pages of a fetish magazine. For not only was the hemline at least a foot higher than any normal hospital would have tolerated, but the entire garment was made of thin, clinging rubber.
   The women themselves were tall and willowy, though each boasted a bust that appeared to be defying all natural laws of gravity, even the tight latex unable to flatten out the incredible curves. Despite herself, Lianne smiled - she was beginning to learn more of what made Marlon tick, she thought...
Hanging by her wrists, naked, Pauline was afforded a perfect view of her helpless body by the strategically placed mirror on the wall before her, whilst behind her reflection she was able to clearly see 'Dolores', as the grim-faced mistress prepared for action.
   Dressed now in high boots and rubber body stocking, she pulled a half mask over her head, adjusting it so that her eyes peered out through the slanted apertures and tightened the back lacing to draw the soft leather tightly about her upper skull. Satisfied that the hood was held firmly in position, she drew on a pair of heavily studded gauntlets, picked up a coiled whip from the bench and stalked menacingly up behind her victim.
   'Nice big tits,' she purred, reaching around and squeezing Pauline's left orb, weighing it in the palm of her gloved hand. 'And such big nipples, too.' She pinched the engorged teat and drew it out into a distended shape that brought the breath hissing through Pauline's clenched teeth.
   'Perhaps we should ring them?' she suggested, releasing her grip and moving round in front of the hanging female. 'Would you like that, Susie?'
   'Please!' Pauline gasped. 'I'm not Susie, I'm Pauline - you know, Paul!'
   'You don't look like a Paul to me, sweetie pie,' Dolores grinned. 'Besides, I don't know any Pauls, with or without juicy tits and juicy cunts.' Her right hand slid down Pauline's stomach as she spoke and one leather-sheathed digit probed for the opening they both knew was there.
   'But you must know me!' Pauline wailed. 'Look, this is all part of the big game, right?' Dolores' eyes narrowed and she stepped back half a pace.
   'Game?' she echoed. 'Yes, I suppose this is a sort of game, except that there's only one winner in my games.' She let the whip uncoil with a lazy flick of her wrist, and the braided leather slapped across the stone floor with a sound that brought a knot to the pit of Pauline's stomach, for suddenly the hapless 'girl' understood.
   This wasn't Hazel O'Dee at all, just a character that VESTA had created, doubtless using Hazel's fictitious alter ego as the basic model. And this Dolores had none of Hazel's own character traits, just the worst traits of the character she played and a few more thrown in for good measure.
   'Now, let's see where we should begin,' she said, her eyes glittering malignantly. 'Perhaps just a gentle warming up and then I think I'll pierce and ring you with my ownership tags - tit and clit tags, I think.'
  'Oh god, no!' Pauline thrashed about in her bonds, but with her ankles held fairly wide apart by the cuffs and chains that fastened to the base of the frame, it was a wasted effort. After a few seconds she fell still, hanging breathless, sweat pouring down her face and breasts, glistening under the harsh spotlamps.
   'Please,' she groaned, for the thought of what her torturer was proposing was too terrible to contemplate. Although she had only possessed this female body for what amounted to a few hours, Pauline knew enough to understand that whilst having her nipples pierced and ringed would be bearably painful, the second proposition would bring with it horrendous agony. Dolores, however, seemed more than pleased with the terror her announcement had instilled and appeared to be in no hurry to begin inflicting any physical pain as yet.
   'Perhaps, poppet,' she sneered, pushing her face close to Pauline's, 'I should let you try to earn a reprieve?'
   'A - a reprieve?' Pauline swallowed and nodded fervently. 'Yes, anything!' she squeaked.
   Dolores nodded. 'Strange how a girl can suddenly become so anxious to please,' she hissed. She stepped back further, fingers groping at the crotch of her catsuit, pulling at some hitherto unseen fastener, pulling aside the heavy latex, to reveal...
   ...An indisputably male organ, already swelling up as it was released from the suit's clinging embrace. Pauline's eyes goggled, but the 'woman' merely chuckled.
   'Surprise, Susie?' she leered, taking her stiffening shaft in her right hand, massaging it between leathered fingers to encourage its further growth. Deliberately, she stalked forward again, casting aside the whip and reaching up with her freed hand for Pauline's manacles.
   'Now, I'm sure you know exactly what I expect of you, sweetie,' she drawled, snapping open the first cuff. 'I want to see you down on all fours, like a good little bitch doggie, tongue out and panting to show your obedience, savvy?'
   Pauline blinked, gulped and nodded, her gaze drawn down to the now massive shaft that was pressing against her stomach.
   'Yes - yes, mistress,' she whispered, horrified to hear the words, yet knowing that anything was preferable to the alternative that this creature had planned for her. If sucking that huge phallus was what it took to keep her delicate clitoris in one pristine piece, then so be it, and a few moments later as the swollen head pushed her full lips wider and wider apart, somehow it did not seem such a terrible ordeal after all...
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Thought provoking fetishism
Thursday, 7 January 2010  | 

I found the concept of Vesta thought provoking and erotic. A lot is left to the imagination, which I like, and if you're into fetish fiction there's lots going on in here.


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