Story: Aylee the Alchemist-Slave, Part 11

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Previous chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

(CW: piss, monster-fucking)

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Aylee rose that night from the cuddle-pile in the workshop where she had been curled up naked with Hana and Tilly.  She put her hand over the mouth of each one in turn before waking them, so they would be silent as they woke.

This was it.  This was the night.  This was the escape.

Hana and Aylee had no clothes to wear – they had not been allowed to wear any to sleep, and Klax kept the few clothes they ever wore in a locked container when not needed.  They would have to go naked, for now.  Tilly, for her part, hurriedly dressed in her Orhanian uniform.

They moved carefully around the room, gathering what they could into medium-sized sacks, suitable for carrying.  Klax’s map of the Inner Kingdoms, showing the way to Maratar, went into the sack.  Several of Klax’s simpler and smaller alchemy books were also taken.

Aylee carefully selected several pre-prepared potion mixtures from amongst Klax’s stock and packed them into a rigid potion case to protect them during travel.

There was no traditional food to take – Aylee no longer needed to be fed anything other than cum and piss, after all – but they did find a large flask of goblin semen, and decided that it would be better than nothing.  It went into the sack as well.

A few final items joined the pillaging, and then the girls were ready to go.

Leaving the Guild itself was surprisingly easy.  No locks kept them in.  After all, where would they go?  All that waited a girl trying to live homeless on the streets of Vass was rape, degradation, and death.

Hana and Tilly knew very little of the plan from this point onwards, and they could do nothing but follow Aylee blindly as she led them out into the dark streets of the city.

But it soon became clear where they were going.

The Battery.

A single attendant drowsed wearily at the door of the Battery.  He looked up as the girls approached, but when Aylee said they had been sent to rape and torture the Battery girls at the command of Klax, he didn’t ask any further questions, and immediately let them in.

Within, Aylee breathed in the atmosphere of the battery, and felt her cunt grow wet.  Her ears filled with the moans and screams of tortured women.  She smelled wet cunts and lactating tits.  Her skin prickled with the electric energy being generated by the constant sexual abuse of hundreds of women.

Aylee stopped and withdrew a potion from her bag, and a set of facemasks and rags.  She wore a facemask herself, and bade Tilly and Hana to do likewise.  Then she opened the potion and soaked each of the rags in it.

“Be carefully to breathe none of this,” she said, as she passed wet rags to the two girls.  “Go to each cage, and open it, and then press this against the girl’s face.  Then tell her she is free to rape the other girls until she cums.”

Neither Tilly nor Hana had had as much experience with Halistrax fields as Aylee, but they had picked up the basics.  Tilly looked alarmed.

“But if they *cum*,” she said, “then…”

Aylee nodded, and smiled.  “I know,” she said.  “Move quickly.  Once we’ve got about fifty out of their cages, that should be enough.  They can release the others if they choose.”

They scampered from cage to cage throughout the Battery, releasing naked, collared girls, and holding the rags to their faces.  The girls, who had known nothing but pain and sex for years, were confused and disoriented.  Exposing them to the potion in the rags was simple.

And the effects were dramatic.  Because the potion Aylee was using was Beastrose, which Klax had used on her in similar circumstances.  And not the somewhat diluted formula that Klax had used – but a much purer extract.  It increased libido, it reduced inhibitions, and – as Klax had put it – it turned women into “animals that think with their cunts”.

By the time Aylee was opening her fifth cage, the girls from the first two cages were already grappling, each trying to rape the other.  By her seventh cage she could hear the first girl forcing the second to lick her cunt, and slapping her tits to ensure compliance.  As their passionate moans began to rise, Aylee knew she was out of time.

“That’s enough,” she called to the other girls.  “We’re done.  Let’s go.”

But there was a problem.  One of the girls Hana had let free had grabbed Hana by the tits, and pulled her to the floor, and even now was humping her twat wantonly against Hana’s unwilling face, as Hana struggled and tried to breathe with her mouth full of cunt.  

Aylee grabbed the Battery girl by the hair and pulled, yanking her away from Aylee’s sister, and then gave the wench a kick to the cunt for good measure, in the hope she would stay down.  She helped Hana to her feet.  Hana gave her a quick, grateful kiss.

And then they were gone, fleeing the Battery.  They ran past the guard at the gate so fast he didn’t even have time to speak.  They bolted down the street as fast as they could, their unsupported tits bouncing painfully.

And they were three blocks away when the first of the Battery girls orgasmed.

As her orgasm interacted with the Halistrax field, there was a burst of discordant, unharmonised energy through the gynaetic flow of the Battery.  By itself, it might have done little more than cause small damage in minor systems.

But then a second girl orgasmed.  And a third.  The captive, abused women brought themselves to shuddering climaxes as they wantonly raped each other, and each climax sent another devastating burst of feedback through the Halistrax field.

The fourth girl orgasming triggered the first explosion – high up in the Battery, in the complex gynaetic workings, away from the cages.  Fire bloomed on the upper walls of the Battery.  And then there was another orgasm – and a second explosion.

And with that, every device everywhere in Vass that was powered by gynaetic energy – every light, every engine, every appliance – went dead at once.

The twinkling gynaetic lights of Vass went dark.  The city descended into blackness – a perfect night of sudden, uncanny stillness, where the only sounds were the dull booms of further explosions in the Battery, and the blooms of fire at the top of the massive Battery building, as it began to burn.

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The destruction of the Battery was slow.  Aylee was fairly sure that the caged girls would have time to get free, even as confused and horny as they were.  If nothing else, the cages themselves were powered by gynaetic locks, and when the power went out, every remaining girl in the Battery would have found their doors automatically swinging open.

But Aylee had no time to think further on this topic – she had more of her plan to complete.

Their next stop was the Orhanian Embassy – and the monstrous, intelligent Nightsteeds.

Aylee had never before realised that the eyes of the Nightsteeds glowed in the dark, and thus it was disconcerting for her to arrive at the stables to be greeted by six pairs of glowing red eyes.

“Easy,” she said, as she moved to unlatch the gate.  “Easy.  We’re just borrowing you.”

The lead Nightsteed whickered, and Aylee swore she could hear words in that inhuman noise.  

Cunt.  Dumb cunt.  Rape-bait.

“Ssh,” she said.

Tilly was bouncing nervously.  “Mistress,” she said.  “I don’t think this is a good idea.  The Nightsteeds are… dangerous.”

Hana clearly didn’t like the idea either.  She was shrinking away from the gate as Aylee worked it open.  The Nightsteeds were much more intimidating by darkness than they had been in the day.

“We don’t have a choice,” said Aylee.  “If we leave on foot, either your master or mine will ride us down within the first day.  Our only chance of staying ahead is to be mounted.”

She didn’t mention her second concern.  They had no food, and no time to steal any.  She hoped to be able to forage along their way, but if not, then the piss and cum of these monsters might be all that sustained them on their journey.

“They could kick us to death,” said Tilly.  “Mistress, they hate women even more than my masters.”

“You won’t kick us, will you?” said Aylee, to the lead Nightsteed.  She had the gate open now, and she moved tentatively inside.  “You won’t kick us, because we’re going to suck your cocks every morning and night, like good little sluts.”

Bitch, neighed the horse.  Horse-fucking whore.  Cum-sucker.

But it let her approach.

With one hand, Aylee stroked the Nightsteed’s soft, black-haired flank.  And with the other she reached under it, and began to gently pump its cock.

“That’s it,” she said.  “You like that, don’t you?”

Submit, said the Nightsteed.  Show your place.  Worthless piss-drinking object.

And there was a tension in the beast, and Aylee suddenly felt that it *could* kick her to death.

It was playing with her.  It wanted something.  If it wasn’t going to help, it would have already hurt her, or raised the alarm.

It wanted what any man in Vass wanted from a woman.  Submission.  Degradation, Control.

She dropped to her knees, and cast her eyes down.

“Please,” she said, “we are just stupid sluts, but we need your assistance.  Please help us… sir.”

And she leaned forward and kissed the tip of the Nightsteed’s cock.

Then she looked furiously back at the other two girls.

Tilly and Hana hurried to copy her.  They each knelt before a Nightsteed, and kissed its cock, and said, “Please take mercy on us, sir.”

The Nightsteed that Aylee was interacting with moved slightly, deliberately pushing its cock further into her mouth, almost gagging her.  She struggled for air – and then it pulled back, releasing her.  It was merely showing her who was in charge.  But it had accepted her bargain.

Mount, it said.  No saddle.  Cunts should hurt.  Hump your slutty fuckhole against my back, dumb whore.

Aylee did as she was bade, managing to climb up onto the horse after some initial struggle.  Its warm muscular back felt good against her bare pussy – but also she could see that riding with neither clothes nor saddle was going to bruise her cunt in agonising ways very quickly.

It was a price she would have to pay.  

She obediently began rubbing her pussy against the Nightsteed’s back, and she felt herself juicing up almost immediately, leaving wetness against the monster’s fur.

The other girls mounted too, and slowly the three steeds they had chosen walked out of their pen.  The gate swung open behind them – it would be up to the other three Nightsteeds whether they left or remained.

Bitch, whispered the Nightsteed.  Call yourself a bitch.  A cunt.

“I’m a bitch,” whispered Aylee, as the Nightsteed trotted through the streets.  “I’m a cunt.”  She was able to guide it with her knees towards their final destination – the Yellow Gate.  She heard Hana and Tilly likewise whispering self-degradations to their steeds.

Around them, the silence had been broken.  People were emerging from their houses to find out what had caused the blackout.  There were running footsteps.  She saw guards rushing past her.  Somewhere, a bell was ringing – the only loud alarm that could be sounded in the absence of gynaetic energy.

She worried that someone would see them riding the huge black steeds, but it was like the Nighsteeds melded with the darkness itself.  People streamed past them on all sides – some guards literally changed course to avoid crashing into the mounts – but not a single person looked up at the nude girls riding the beasts.

Worthless bitch, whispered her mount.  Pathetic horse-fucking cockslave.

Their destination came into sight.  The Yellow Gate.  And while the gate was there, and the gatehouse was there – including the cruel dildo and spikes that Tilly had so recently experienced – there were no guards.  Like every other guard in the city, they were currently rushing towards the Battery, leaving their post untended.

Aylee jumped from her steed and produced the gate key from her sack.  The gate opened so easily that it seemed magical – and as it swung open, Aylee was suddenly seeing, for the first time in her life, the world outside Vass.  Granted, it was dark, and she couldn’t see far, but it still felt magical.

“Are we really doing this?” asked Tilly, from atop her mount.

“We really are,” said Aylee.  And she reached out to clasp first Tilly’s hand, and then Hana’s, before climbing back up on her own mount.

Silly bitch, said her Nightsteed.  Animals can’t run from being animals.  Your cunt holds your leash wherever you go.

“Quiet, sir,” said Aylee, daring a little cheekiness as they stood on the cusp of the momentous moment.

Your destiny is rape, said the beast.  It will find you wherever you crawl.

They ignored it.  And Hana whispered what they were all thinking.

“We’re going free.”

Aylee took one last look back at the city which she had been born in – the city which had enslaved her, tortured her, made her enlarge her tits to sluttish sizes and do the same for Tilly, forced her abuse other girls, forced her to rape her sister, forced her to suck the cocks of monsters.  The city which had told her all her life that she was nothing but a toy for rape and a toilet for cum and piss.

And then she rode forward, with her sister and her lover, to freedom.

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