ExSol Ch. 03

"Impossible acquiescence," Naz murmured softly, glancing downward at her ankles. They were bound together but not bound to anything else. Marielle smirked at her and tapped her riding crop steadily on Naz' chest with a smirk.

"I'm not going to gag you, but—" Naz shifted her weight onto the rope attached to her wrists and snapped her feet up, trying to kick Marielle in the stomach. Marielle reacted in time, her robotic arm moving with inhuman speed and grabbing Naz' ankles. The riding crop came down, brutally slapping one of Naz' tits and then the other with practiced efficiency. Naz cried out and tried to kick at Marielle some more but Marielle had a suite of cybernetic and biological modifications that would have made her much stronger, more reactive, and more dexterous than Naz even if Naz wasn't tied up. She laughed at Naz' attempts to fight back, holding her ankles firmly with her robotic hand while she set down the riding crop and fetched some rope with the other. She expertly looped the rope through the ankle bindings and then let Naz go and stepped back. Naz tried to loop her toes into the new length of rope to undo it but the angle was all wrong and she had no leverage.

Marielle carried the rope over to a hook somewhere else in the dungeon she'd had Naz brought to and started tying them together. A moment later, she started to pull the slack out, lifting Naz' bound legs off the floor and suspending her in the air. She kept working, looping a sling around her back and attaching that rope to the ceiling to alleviate some of the pressure on her ankles and wrists, deftly avoiding and mitigating Naz' attempts to kick, claw, and bite her. As a final move, she separated Naz' legs, tying them at a splayed angle that left her pussy vulnerable.

"There we go," Marielle said in a sweet, sing-song voice, selecting a knife off of her table of toys and running her metallic finger down the edge of it. It was an old design, probably a relic from Earth with no tech or safety features at all, just a gleaming steel blade with a metal handle. She used three quick slices of the knife to remove Naz' top, the cheap, mass-produced cloth falling to the ground and leaving Naz naked except for her bra and several bits of rope that were holding her up. She stared at Marielle intently for this part, not struggling or squirming. She knew that even if she tried to hurt herself on the blade, Marielle probably had enough of an enhanced reaction speed to keep her from harm. Seemed pretty ridiculous to struggle, either way. Marielle's blade found the center part of Naz' bra next, and with a small tug, the keen steel blade severed the flimsy wire holding Naz' underwear together.

"Such pretty udders on you," Marielle cooed, squeezing one of Naz' prominent breasts with her robotic hand. Naz gasped in pain, Marielle's prosthetic delivering a vice-like crush as it squeezed her flesh. Naz tried to pull away in vain and met Marielle's gleeful eyes with a look of defiance. "Still wanting to struggle, huh? Well, struggling won't stop me from fucking that sweet pussy of yours until you scream."

"Uncoerced," Naz said coldly, staring at Marielle.

Marielle just laughed and moved around to Naz' skirt, cutting it and her panties off it even more easily than she had her top. Naz was left almost completely naked, helpless, and suspended in the air a little over knee-height. She grabbed her riding crop again and started drumming it softly against Naz' left thigh. "How long do you think it will take me to break you?" she mused.

"Eternity."

The riding crop swished loudly through the air and slapped her thigh. Naz hissed angrily and twisted in her bondage, not moving with any real intent other than to not be a stationary target. Marielle barely flinched at her diversion, taking aim again and slapping her just as hard and accurately right next to the first spot. Naz kept trying but Marielle continued to strike her with the crop as though Naz was frozen in time, using a combination of her extensive experience and her enhanced hand-eye coordination. After the fifth strike, Naz howled in pain and snarled at Marielle, swinging herself to the side to try and get close enough to bite at her. Marielle just side-stepped around her effortlessly and pressed the pointer finger of her robotic hand into the meaty portion of Naz' right thigh. She paused for a moment, looking Naz right in the eye.

The sharp pain of an electric shock hit Naz and she screamed, her body twitching involuntarily. Marielle laughed and pressed her finger into another part of Naz' thigh closer to her pussy and shocked her again. Naz howled louder, her pathetic attempts to thrash and get away from Marielle's hand having even less success than her attempts to ruin her aim with the riding crop.

"Does my prisoner not like that?" Marielle laughed gleefully, shocking her again, this time much closer to her pussy. Naz didn't reply verbally, she was a nigh-feral mess of impotent anger, growling and snarling at her tormentor. "Well, too bad, I have a fully-charged battery tonight." Marielle pressed her finger into Naz' clitoral hood, and paused, making eye contact with her with a sinister grin spreading across her face.

"Dare not..." Naz hissed.

Instead of shocking her, Marielle's finger started to vibrate, and Naz gasped at the sudden pleasure blooming through her. She held the agonizingly powerful vibration in place, doing tiny circles that had Naz moaning and undulating to the sensation. The stimulation was forceful and she felt herself nearing an orgasm. She gasped and tried to wriggle away from the finger but it was a total impossibility, Marielle chased her and kept the pressure up, pushing her, pushing her...

She stopped, and Naz howled in rage, snarling ferociously at Marielle as her release was denied. Naz wasn't sure if Marielle's ability to edge her so perfectly, to pull away at the most frustrating possible moment was due to some technology in her hand or if she just knew Naz' body that well.

"You're only going to cum if I let you, prisoner," Marielle laughed, pressing her finger into another part of Naz' labia and shocking her. Naz screamed again at the intense pain. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to alleviate the agony but Marielle was in between her thighs and she couldn't fight the stronger woman with just her bound legs.

"Ugh, this is getting so uncomfortable..." Marielle murmured, adjusting her leather miniskirt. She moved around to Naz' side and then stepped over her suspended form, straddling her. She lowered her weight down a little, sitting gently on Naz' stomach. She could feel the wetness already there, Marielle's excitement making a little puddle on her stomach. She unbuckled her skirt and let it slide off, landing on the floor with a clank. Her clit was already bulging obscenely from its hood, several inches of it extending down and almost touching Naz' stomach. Marielle exhaled softly, her eyes fluttering. Naz didn't quite know how Marielle controlled her various enhancements, but she recognized the look on her face when she did so. Her clit swelled with blood, pulsing and hardening. More of it slid out of its sheath, draping across Naz' stomach, heavy and wet. Marielle moaned softly as the prehensile appendage that had once been her clit swelled with blood and took on a life of its own. The biologically modified organ writhed and wriggled its way into the crevice between Naz' breasts. With a soft hum, Marielle brought her hands to Naz' tits and squished them together roughly, creating a tunnel for her to fuck.

Naz twisted in her bonds, trying to shake Marielle's grip on her breasts as she started to thrust her pseudocock through them but between her lack of leverage and Marielle's inhuman strength she stood no chance at stopping her Mistress. Marielle thrust her hips forward, the weight of her movement making Naz rock and and forth in her bondage. Her pseudocock slipped through the other side of Naz' tits and bumped her in the chin. With a snarl, Naz whipped her head down, teeth flashing as she tried to bite the organ violating her. She missed, and Marielle laughed cruelly as she repositioned herself.

"You're very lucky you missed, prisoner," Marielle snickered, tightening her grip on Naz' tits and squishing them together so hard that it started to hurt. She continued to gently rock her hips against Naz' cleavage, the wet pseudocock smearing its lubricant everywhere as she did so. Before long, lewd slurping sounds filled the dungeon to accompany Marielle's soft feminine moans. Naz felt Marielle's pussy absolutely drip excess wetness onto her stomach. It pooled heavily and trickled down towards Naz' own cunt and she shivered even as she continued to struggle. Marielle's hands were squeezing so hard. Naz saw the fat of her breasts squeezed and obscenely bulging around the tiny gaps in Marielle's fingers. The abused flesh was starting to turn a deep red as she kept up her relentless inhuman pressure on them.

"Fuck," Marielle gasped, shuddering and panting orgasmically as her fucking motions took on a bit of an erratic pace. Her entire body shuddered except for the mechanical arm as she rode out her orgasm, still lazily sawing her pseudocock through the makeshift pussy she'd made out of Naz' chest. "Oooohhh..." she sighed as she finished, leaning forward and resting her bio arm on Naz' shoulder. Her response was immediate, pivoting her neck to sink her teeth into Marielle's forearm and biting down as hard as she could.

"Ow!" Marielle cried out and twisted her arm a bit, before wrenching it free with an impossibly powerful motion that made Naz wince and her jaw ache. Naz looked at the small trickle of blood running down Marielle's arm with a sort of feral pride. Marielle looked at it too and laughed. "Cunt," she snickered, and then grabbed both of Naz' nipples and twisted.

Naz screamed at the brutal treatment but Marielle didn't relent. Her nipples were stretched and wrenched until it felt like the skin would tear. Naz cried and tried to pull free but accomplished nothing. She heard Marielle's sinister laugh even as she whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. "Aw... is my little prisoner broken?" she snickered.

Naz cried and sniffled softly, nodding her head. Marielle cocked an eyebrow at her, and dipped her biological fingers into the mess of her own fluids coating Naz' bruised breasts. She coated them in her own lubricant and then brought two fingers up to Naz' lips with a smirk. Naz pouted, sniffled, and opened her mouth obediently to let Marielle finger fuck her orally. The resistance in her was broken, the tiny instinct in her telling her to bite down on Marielle's digits remembered too strongly the stinging pain still in her chest. Marielle grinned in triumph and power as Naz relented before her and gently sucked her fingers.

Satisfied, Marielle withdrew her fingers and stepped to the side so that she wasn't straddling her anymore. A blade popped out of her robotic hand and she sliced through the ropes keeping her suspended by her legs. She gently set Naz down, keeping her steady with her other hand. Naz successfully stood on her own for a little over a quarter of a second and then her legs gave out. Marielle caught her again, letting her slide down to sit on the floor with her back to the cross.

"Are you going to be a good girl if I untie your wrists?" she asked, her voice stern but caring. Naz sobbed softly and nodded, curling her knees up to her chest. Marielle sliced those ropes too and then unwound the rest. Naz flexed her fingers, working out the kinks in them as she continued to curl up upon herself. Marielle slipped her arms underneath Naz' back and into the crook of her knees and lifted her up. Naz just whined softly, letting the stronger woman carry her like she was an infant. Marielle leaned forward, a tiny satisfied smirk on her face.

"Do you want to wind down now, or do you want to fuck first, little one?" she whispered.

Naz squirmed a little, feeling her surging, unfulfilled horniness. She looked up at Marielle, meeting her eyes. She glanced down at her vagina, and then back again, and then nodded.

"Is that option two?" Marielle asked with a tiny laugh. Naz nodded, and Marielle raised an eyebrow at the gesture. "No words for me?" Naz pouted a little and bit her lip. She shook her head, and then once again looked down at her crotch, squirming needily. Marielle leaned in, kissing Naz gently on the forehead, then trailing down to kiss her on the lips as well. Marielle barely moved otherwise, but a moment later, Naz felt the tip of Marielle's pseudocock at the entrance to her pussy. It wriggled its way inside her like a snake, and she let out a little squeak as it started to penetrate her fully. Marielle exhaled softly, enjoying the coupling even as she stood perfectly still and held Naz steady.

Naz' eyes fluttered and she twitched in Marielle's impossibly strong grasp. Marielle forced another several inches of her massive pseudocock inside her and she squeaked as it filled her to what felt like capacity. It folded in on itself a little bit until it felt like a twitching undulating fist inside her. Her mouth moved wordlessly, vision swimming as she went into orgasm mode. She went completely limp in Marielle's arms and squeezed her eyes shut as the mass of flesh inside her rocked her body over and over again.

Marielle's lips gently kissed Naz' exposed neck, her own breathing ragged and irregular as she gently thrust and undulated her pseudocock inside Naz' overwhelmed pussy. Naz rode the orgasm for what seemed like forever, another wave of overwhelming pleasure washing over her just as the previous one ebbed. Marielle herself was relentless, pushing Naz' limits and stimulating her out of her mind. Eventually, it became too much, the stretching was starting to ache. She was exhausted, she was overstimulated. Her arms numb and weak, she raised a hand with a pinky pointed at the ceiling in a colossal effort.

"...mmmmm..." Marielle moaned softly, sounding like she was riding her own high. Slowly though, her pseudocock started to slide out of Naz' abused and stretched pussy. It came free with a slimy pop and a trickle of both of their natural lubricants. Marielle carried the two of them through the building, though Naz eyes were unfocused and she was drifting on an orgasmic cloud. Marielle laid her down on a mattress, and Naz curled up into a little ball. Marielle moved around the room a little bit, and then later, laid down on the mattress with her so that the two could drift off to sleep.