//Constructive criticism welcome
//Local warnings for Chapter : Abuse, BDSM, Dom, H/C, N/C, S&M, SoloF, Tort, Toys F/F,WS, WIP

Keeper's Skeleton Keys : Insert to extract

I was quite happy about the fear in the little creature's eyes after what happened. And I was proud of my Maiden's hunger. After enjoying the show, I decided that I should get back to supervising some work in the dungeon. I left the spider skin that I had borrowed from my minion. The spider gaining control back over its body freaked out and ran away immediately from the building. I loved how those small beasts felt the urge to get away from me, despite the fact that I could find them wherever they hid. So, I turned back to my own body, that was comfortably waiting for my return.

From above, I could hear all that happened in the dungeon again, and the sound of a dog howling attracted my attention. Probably a Misstress playing with her pet while taking some time off work. It was a good day for some more torture. I grabbed one of the tearful fairies, and dropped her into a wheel. One of my Beautiful executioners immediately fastened the locks around her ankles and wrists. Before she knew what was happening to her, the fairy was screaming. I was actually surprised how fast the Miss could invent new tortures with the same tools.

Subversa had equipped strap on, and just the sight of the thing had rushed the little fairy into a desperate frenzy. She was struggling to escape, but the torture fan that tied her up knew better, and wouldn't dishonour herself into letting an enemy of her master escape from her. I slapped her ass, turning her on and encouraging her to proceed. I already knew I was going to enjoy this. When she had prepared every piece of the action, she turned around and waited. She waved, and invited me to join the fun.

Misstresses definitely were the only creatures that looked forward to being possessed. It was something about the helplessness that was provided by my control. I felt my spirit being caught in the tight leather clothing, and the smooth skin of the domina. I could feel the pain from several bruises over what was now my body. I could feel a faint shade of pleasure into it. I also discovered anew the weight of her bosom, the uncomfortably tight clothes she wore, that tore in her skin at some places. It was also, the vibrator that was build into her suit, and kept stimulating her at all times, until she drew her last breath. A Misstress is a living philosophy of emphasized joy and everlasting lust.

This was another aspect I liked about borrowing bodies: sharing a little bit of the spirit of a creature. Despite being the most powerful and feared in the dungeon, there still was something particular that I could n fully percieve as myself. That was the sense of strength from the Giants, the belief in their all superiority of the dragons, and specially the intense well being of a hurt mistress.

I opened my eyes, and stared at my captive creature. She had her limbs spread on the wheel, and it was visible already painful, just to stay in that position. It wasnt so much that the ropes were tight or that her arms and legs were pulled on, but more that she was feeling ashamed, in a position where every bit of her could be seen by whoever came by. And that happened to be me.

I started teasing her, talking about the spiders, and how I enjoyed watching her little friend be fucked. She already had tears in her eyes before I started the actual torture. I felt my host's urge to start and despite my total control over her, she struggled to make me let her do the torturing. I looked at the sex toy below me. Subversa was one of those. It cost most creatures their mental health to fight back against my control, and few actually bothered me at all. The only creature that could cause some trouble was Horny, and that really was a special case. The ladies in leather however, always fought back. Obviously, they fought back because it was painful to them.

Feeling the presence in the back of my mind, I pushed her away violently, sure that she'd enjoy it, and turned my attention to the captive. She was giving me a deadly look, and was very cute that way. Her long blonde hair was gliding over her shoulders, and still covered her torso. I walked closer to her, and looked at her crotch. I evaluated her pussy's size, and figured that the mistress had done pretty good calculations : that strap on looked like it'd never fit.

I leaned forward, grabbed the fairy by the legs, and started pushing against her. She looked in panic, and despite the fact that she couldn't talk, she seemed to implore me, to let her go. This was just one thing the mistress digs, as I felt a shiver running through my feminine body. I moved forward a bit more and watched the creature's eyes widen, as did another part of her body. I could see tears gathering in her eyes, likely of mixed pain and pleasure. I was wondering which it was most, and decided to experiment, as the naughty soul I shared a body with was longing for.


I was surprised how much such a little creature could take, and started moving slowly inside, and out, pushing in more a little bit each time, until the whole synthetic limb almost disappeared into her completely. With each motion, the fairy moaned louder, and it still was hard to tell whether she cried from enjoyment or pain, but she didn't seem to want to get away. Most likely both, as I noticed the red taint of blood covering the dildo.

I went on with the motion for a while, and the winged girl became agitated. When I moved, she screamed and twisted her body, curling up at times, in what looked like spastic contractions. The times where I stopped, she would wiggle and grab whatever was within reach of her hands to clutch it frantically while quietly sobbing.

It was such a pleasure to see the girl react this way, my host was feeling hot, and a sense of power submerged me. A different kind of power from the one that world domination or enemy slaying can give you, but instead, it was a sweet and warm feeling. The feeling of knowing you are in total control of someone's body and mind, and that no matter which action you take, it will affect that person in an ambivalent way.

Going on at this pace, further in, alternating fast and slow throbbing, I could see where this was taking her. Despite the hurt, or maybe thanks to the hurt, the fairy looked like she was going crazy, physically and mentally. A shudder started running through her body, and soon, she came intensely. Her muscles contracted in turn, and relaxed, and her eyes got lost in the contemplation of her inner Big Bang. I went on with the touch, the pain and the comfort. I felt her warm fluids spill over my skin.

But this was not enough, and the Mistress' instincts guided me to set up, while staying inside the little thing in ecstasy, the few electrodes provided with this seat. One of the patches took place on her tiny clit, the next closing on her pee hole, some on her tights. And the current went through, dim at first, making her orgasm even more intense. She fell half unconscious, but still aware enough of what was going on to feel the tingling becoming stinging, and the biting cold that overran her genitals when the stimulation reached the maximum level. Yet, cold was not the word. She was simply out of order and ready to blow. The pleasure seemed to get so intense that she would die from it. And, in fact, she could die from a slightly higher voltage. After minutes of this maintained climax, she started feeling numb and sore. And the stimulation wouldn't stop. Or only for very short periods of time.