The Erovoid Nexus Ch. 05

The violet pulse of the chamber walls stabilizes the fluidic alien geometry retracting into hard, angular lines. The scent of lavender and ozone sharpens, stinging the nostrils.

Zyx and Qwerty stand at the apex of the room, their purple skin shimmering under the rhythmic lights.

The air hums with the residual energy of Betty's departure, but the twins' attention shifts immediately to the four remaining women.

"Observation phase concluded, Now we probe the breaking points." Qwerty says, his voice a metallic resonance that vibrates in the chest.

Zyx grins, his neon-green hair bristling as he claps his hands together.

The sound is like a thunderclap in the enclosed space.

"The game evolves. No more simple endurance. We need hierarchy. We need to see who rules and who serves." Zyk explains with a certain amount of glee.

The floor beneath the women splits. Four circular platforms rise up from the depths, equipped with restraints that glint with a menacing, chrome finish.

Racks of implements materialize from the walls, vicious-looking clamps connected by chains, coils of rope, pots of simmering red wax, and whips braided from some alien leather that looks slick and painful.

"Two mistresses. Two slaves," Zyx announces, pointing a glowing finger at the women.

"To make it interesting it isn't going to be the way you expect. Nancy, you belong to Nuriko. Yana, you are Ava's." Qwerty shares with a wide grin across his purple face.

A low growl rumbles in Ava's throat.

She straightens her grey uniform, smoothing the fabric over her E-cup breasts, her blue eyes locking onto Yana.

The Russian sniper stands rigid in her dirty Soviet tunic, her blonde bun tight, her jaw set in defiance.

There is no love here, only a searing, nationalistic hatred burning in both women that demands the other's total destruction, total submission.

"Get on the platform, Soviet scum," Ava barks, her voice dripping with condescension, menace and glee.

She strides toward Yana, her black knee-high boots clicking sharply on the metal floor.

Yana doesn't move immediately.

She grips her sniper rifle, knuckles white, weighing the odds of using it.

But the chamber's force fields hum, a subtle reminder that violence outside the twins' rules is impossible. She spits on the ground near Ava's boots.

"I will break you first, German whore. Then the glorious red army will over run your country and burn Berlin tot the ground and you, you German scum bitch will be used as a sex toy by our glorious soldiers." Yana shouts defiantly, her patriotic fervour burning her chest.

Ava's lips curl into a cruel smile.

"We will see who breaks. But it won't be me you Slavic slut. Not while a drop of my pure Aryan blood flows through my veins." Ava replies back her blue eyes narrowing as she responds to Yana with as much nationalistic fervour as the Russian.

On the other side of the chamber, Nancy Stuart looks at Nuriko Yakamura.

The American engineer is dishevelled, her work shirt is torn her overalls and stockings rumpled, but her eyes are wide with a sudden, predatory realization.

Nuriko, the petite Japanese shop girl, stands trembling slightly in her neat dress, her hazel eyes downcast.

"You're the mistress? Little thing like you?" Nancy asks, a scoff in her voice.

Nuriko looks up, a flicker of something dark passing through her submissive gaze.

"The masters have spoken," she whispers, her voice soft but laced with an unexpected steel.

."Get on the platform, American." Nuriko commands in a somewhat typical Japanese coolness.

"Fine," Nancy mutters, stepping onto the designated circle.

"Let's see what you've got. Little girl." Nancy says condescendingly. As she stands there, her arms crossed, her wide prominent hips showing.

"I like this, the American is mistaking size for power, for control. Without realising that sometimes the greatest fires burn in the smallest ovens." Qwerty says to his brother.

"Yes agreed brother. That is why we made the mistresses the unexpected ones. Also this Nancy has rather large childbearing hips. I wonder what her sex organ would feel like against mine?" Zyx says his mouth salivating at the thought of forcing himself upon Nancy.

"Patience Brother, you may experience her fine American pussy yet. But the difference in diet between the countries is apparent in their builds. Nancy the American raised on a diet of red Meat is strong and sturdy of build. Yana raised on a diet of bread and potatoes is long and lean. Nuriko fish and rice as led to a small, petite delicate frame." Qwerty says pointing out his theory on why each countries womenfolk are of different stature.

The twins then wait for the earth women to get into position.

The moment they are in position, the technology automatically activates.

Metallic tentacles shoot out from the platforms, snaring wrists and ankles.

Nancy is yanked spread-eagled, her arms pulled tight above her head, her legs forced wide apart. Yana fights harder, her athletic muscles straining against the bonds, but the alien metal is unyielding, too strong.

She is forced onto her knees, her wrists bound behind her back, her neck collared and chained to a low post, leaving her ass vulnerable and her face pressed close to the floor.

Ava circles Yana like a shark inspecting a wounded seal.

Her boots heels echoing as she does.

She bends and she runs a gloved hand over Yana's dirty uniform, ripping the fabric down the back to expose the Russian's pale skin. Yana shivers, not from cold, but from rage.

Her every muscle tightening in rage and defiance.

"Just remember Russische Sau. That you are Slavic. The very word contains Slav, which isn't far from the word slave." Ava taunts the bound and helpless Yana. Before crouching down and slapping Yana across the face.

Ava then puts a boot in front of Yana's face under her nose.

"Lick it!" Ava commands her tone demanding, curt.

Yana closes her mouth tight not even giving Ava a response, no look, no verbal reply of defiance. Nothing.

Yana's lack of reply annoys Ava. And she reaches down and clutches Yana's face in her hand her thumb on her right cheek and her fingers on her left.

"Lick it Russische Sau. Lick it now!" Ava commands again.

Yana spits in Ava's face in reply.

"At least it is a reply." Ava says sarcastically. Before squeezing Yana's face together as if she juicing a half an orange.

She squeezes the Russian's face together and Yana's tongue starts protruding involuntarily.

Ava squeezes some more and then out of pain Yana complies her head dropping down and she starts to lick the top of Ava's black leather boot.

Yana runs her tongue although reluctantly over Ava's boot, up to the top, down to the tops and across the top.

"Look at this," Ava sneers, grabbing a handful of Yana's ample ass cheek.

"Hard. A worker's body. Made for labour." Ava observes and then she brings her hand down hard in a stinging slap. 'Smack.'

Yana grunts, her body jerking forward.

"Is that all you have?" Yana defiantly says.

Ava ignores the taunt and reaches for the tray of instruments.

She selects a pair of vicious, toothed alligator clamps connected by a heavy silver chain.

"Let's see how tough you are with your nipples crushed." Ava says evilly.

She grabs the front of Yana's tunic and tears it open, buttons flying across the room.

Yana's huge E-cup breasts spill out, bouncing with the violence of the motion.

Her nipples are enormous, pale pink and already hardening from the exposure to the cool air.

Ava doesn't hesitate.

She opens the first clamp, the metal teeth glinting, and clamps it directly onto Yana's left nipple.

"Fuck!" Yana hisses, her back arching as the metal bites into the sensitive flesh. The pain is sharp, immediate, and radiating.

Ava laughs, a cold, hollow sound.

She attaches the second clamp to the right nipple, pulling the chain tight so Yana's breasts are distorted by the tension.

Before pulling Yana to her feet by her long blond hair.

"Beautiful. Now, let's add some weight." Ava comments.

She hangs a small, heavy lead weight from the centre of the chain.

Yana gasps, her head bowing as the weight drags her nipples downward, the chain forming a wide 'V' shape, stretching the Russian's tender skin.

Her breath comes in ragged bursts, but she refuses to cry out. Refuses to yield to the German. Refuses to give the Nazi the delight of knowing that she has caused Yana pain.

Across the room, Nuriko approaches the bound and naked Nancy.

The alien restraints having done their thing.

The Japanese girl moves with a delicate grace, her small frame belying the sadistic intent in her eyes.

She picks up a pot of glowing red wax and a brush.

"You American women," Nuriko says softly, dipping the brush into the hot wax.

"So loud. So demanding." Nuriko comments as she holds the brush over Nancy's exposed stomach, the wax dripping onto the pale skin.

'Hiss.' The wax lands on Nancy's soft skin, burning as it does so.

Nancy bucks against her restraints as the molten wax hits her navel.

"Jesus! That's hot!" Nancy shouts as squirms against her restraints.

"It is supposed to be," Nuriko replies calmly.

She drips more wax, tracing a line from Nancy's navel up to her sternum, then down toward her pubic hair. The wax hardens instantly into a red, second skin, tightening and pinching as it cools.

Nuriko moves to Nancy's face.

"Open your mouth." Nuriko says, not a command more of a forceful request.

"Go to hell," Nancy spits.

Nuriko sighs.

She reaches for a gag a wooden bit wrapped in leather. She forces it between Nancy's teeth, buckling it tight behind her head. Nancy's insults are reduced to muffled grunts.

As Nancy swears and curses to no avail behind the gag.

"Now," Nuriko says, picking up a pair of spring-loaded clamps designed for the labia.

"Let's see how wet we can make you." Nuriko plainly says.

She kneels between Nancy's spread legs.

Nancy's dark, untrimmed bush is damp with sweat. The top part of Nancy's pubic triangle is covered in red wax, sizzling the skin underneath and matting her pubic curls as it cools.

Nuriko parts the curly hair, exposing the thick, dark lips of Nancy's cunt.

She applies the clamps, one to each labia, and lets them snap shut.

"Mmph!" Nancy screams behind the gag, her hips thrusting involuntarily.

Ava, meanwhile, has picked up a whip.

It's a short, single-tail affair made of a black synthetic fibre.

She stands behind Yana, admiring the curve of the Russian's spine and the swell of her buttocks.

"Russia, A frozen wasteland. Just like your cunt." Ava taunts her helpless Russian slave.

'Crack.'

The whip lands across Yana's ass cheeks, leaving an angry red welt. Yana's whole body tenses, her fingers clawing at the air.

'Crack.'

A second lash crosses the first. Yana groans, a deep, guttural sound.

Sweat beads on her forehead.

"Beg for mercy," Ava demands.

"Beg for mercy you communist slut, you are not gagged like the Amerikanisch. Beg for mercy while you can." Ava taunts Yana.

"Never,! Yana chokes out.

Ava steps closer and grabs the chain connecting Yana's nipple clamps. She yanks it upward.

Yanks it suddenly, roughly and fast.

"Aaaah! "Aaaah!" Yana screams, her neck straining, her nipples pulled grotesquely tears welling up in her eyes.

"Say it," Ava hisses into Yana's ear.

"Say Germany is superior." Ava taunts as she swings the whip around menacingly but not connecting with anyone.

"Go, go fuck yourself." Yana pants, her eyes watering from the pain.

Ava drops the chain and walks around to face Yana.

She grabs Yana's chin, forcing her to look up.

"You have a dirty mouth, Russian. Let's plug it." Ava says harshly.

She picks up a large, ring gag.

She forces it into Yana's mouth, stretching her jaw wide open.

Yana's tongue is trapped, her drooling uncontrollable.

"Now, Let's decorate that face " Ava says, picking up a candle.

She tilts the candle.

A line of hot wax splashes onto Yana's forehead.

Yana flinches, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Open your eyes, Watch me." Ava commands.

Yana forces her eyes open. Ava drips wax onto Yana's cheeks, then directly onto her tongue.

The sizzle of wax on wet flesh is audible.

Yana gags, her throat working convulsively to swallow the heat.

"You look like a wax doll," Ava taunts.

"A broken, ugly doll." Ava taunts Yana with a smile.

Meanwhile Nuriko is methodical with Nancy.

She has moved from the labia clamps to a vibrator, but she isn't using it for pleasure.

She holds the buzzing device against the metal clamps on Nancy's nipples.

Clamps Nuriko had previously placed on Nancy.

The vibration travels through the metal, turning the pinch into a numbing, agonizing throb.

Nancy's body is covered in a pattern of red wax.

Her stomach, her thighs, the soles of her feet, her arms.

Nuriko has been thorough.

Now, she drips wax onto Nancy's exposed clit.

Nancy thrashes, her muffled cries filling the air.

The combination of the heat on her most sensitive spot and the crushing pressure on her nipples is overwhelming.

Her eyes roll back.

"Look at you," Nuriko whispers, her face close to Nancy's ear.

"So strong. So independent. But here, you are just a hole to be used." Nuriko taunts her.

She reaches down and twists the clamps on Nancy's cunt lips.

"Uuuuugh!" Nancy wails. Her muffled cry echoing across the chamber, Ava even stops torturing Yana for a second to stop and admire her axis partner's handiwork.

Ava returns to Yana's rear.

She picks up a butt plug, a thick, black thing with ridges. She lubes it with a slick gel that smells of chemicals.

Then without warning, she shoves it against Yana's tight asshole.

Yana tries to clench, to resist, but the wax on her body and the pain in her nipples have scattered her focus.

Ava pushes into Yana's ass hard.

The ring of muscle gives way, and the plug slides inside.

Yana's breath hitches in a sob.

Unbeknownst to Ava the lube isn't lube it is a gel that burns. Much like having hot chilli sauce shoved mercilessly inside Yana's ass.

"Too big?" Ava mocks. She slaps Yana's ass again, driving the plug deeper.

"I thought Russian women were tough. Used to taking it in the ass to survive the winter." Ava says mockingly.

Ava begins to fuck Yana with the plug, pumping it in and out with rough, aggressive strokes.

Each thrust causes the weighted clamps on Yana's chest to swing, adding a fresh wave of agony to the mix.

Yana's hands are useless, bound behind her back.

She can only brace herself sink down onto her knees and take it.

Her body is a mess of red wax, sweat, and welts.

Her drool pools on the floor beneath her gagged mouth.

But her eyes, her blue eyes burn with pure, unadulterated hatred.

She stares at the wall, visualizing Ava's throat between her hands. Or possibly Ava laying in the dirt with Yana's boot to her throat.

Zyx and Qwerty watch from above, their orange eyes glowing brighter as the women's suffering intensifies.

"Look at the data," Qwerty murmurs, tapping a holographic display.

"Heart rates are peaking. Adrenaline is off the charts. The German is enjoying it too much. It's skewing the results." Qwerty says.

Zyx laughs.

"And the American? She's about to pop. She may not give the impression that she is enjoying this, but her signs say different. Zyk explains as she points to his display.

Nuriko senses it too.

She can see Nancy's hips bucking involuntarily, seeking friction despite the pain.

The Japanese girl drops the vibrator and picks up a feather.

She tickles the sensitive skin around Nancy's wax-covered armpits.

Nancy shrieks, the sensation maddening.

It's a sharp contrast to the dull, throbbing pain of the clamps.

She laughs and screams simultaneously, her body jerking wildly.

"Please," Nancy tries to say around the gag, the word coming out as a garbled 'Pweeze.'

"Please what?" Nuriko asks innocently.

"Please stop? Or please more?" Nuriko asks.

She reaches up and releases the clamps on Nancy's nipples.

The blood rushes back in, causing a sensation of burning fire that is worse than the pinch. Nancy screams, her back arching off the platform.

"Ah, the rush," Nuriko sighs. She immediately reapplies the clamps, tighter this time.

Nancy's head falls back.

She can't take it. The pain, the heat, the humiliation.

It's all blending into a white-hot fog of sensation.

And through it all, a dark, unwanted pleasure is coiling in her gut.

Her cunt is dripping, the juices mixing with the wax on her thighs.

Nuriko sees the wetness.

"You like this. You American pig. You like being hurt." Nuriko taunts Nancy.

She grabs the chain between the nipple clamps and pulls. Nancy's breasts are pulled up into cones of flesh.

"Say it," Nuriko commands.

"Say you are a slave. Say you are my most dishonourable slave." Nuriko taunts.

Nancy shakes her head frantically, defiantly.

Nuriko kicks Nancy forcing Nancy's legs even wider.

She slaps Nancy's cunt, hard.

'Slap.'

"Mmph!" Nancy cries.

'Slap.' 'Slap.'

The rhythmic spanking of her swollen pussy lips is too much.

The pain transforms into a blinding pressure.

Nancy feels the orgasm rising like a tsunami, unstoppable and terrifying.

She tries to hold back, to deny Nuriko the satisfaction.

But her body betrays her.

Her toes curl.

Her muscles lock up.

With a final, muffled scream, Nancy cums.

Her pussy spasms violently, spraying cum onto Nuriko's dress.

Her body convulses, pulling against the restraints until the metal creaks. Her gag falls away slightly.

As the waves crash over her, the words tear from her throat, muffled but audible.

"Swap! Swap! Swap!" Nancy cries out repeatedly.

Nuriko freezes. She looks up at the twins.

"She said it." Qwerty says.

"Rules are rules." Zyk says nodding.

The restraints on disengage.

Nancy collapses to the floor, gasping for air, her body twitching in the aftershocks.

Nuriko stands over her, chest heaving, her face flushed with a mix of triumph and disappointment.

"Switch," Zyx commands.

Nuriko hesitates. She looks at the empty platform, then at the whip in Ava's hand.

She knows what awaits her.

"Now," Qwerty says, his voice hard.

Nuriko steps onto the platform, her movements slow and reluctant.

She assumes the position, arms up, legs spread.

The tentacles snake out and bind her tight.

Nancy pulls the gag from her mouth, spitting onto the floor.

She stands up, her legs shaky, but her eyes are hard.

She looks at the implements on the tray, then at the petite Japanese girl bound and helpless.

"My turn," Nancy says, her voice raspy but dangerous.

She grabs the wax pot. It's still hot.

"You like wax, little girl? Let's see how you like it on your tongue." Nancy spits seeking revenge for the previous torments.

She forces Nuriko's mouth open and pours the wax directly in.

Nuriko gags, her eyes bulging as the hot liquid fills her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth.

"Don't swallow, Keep it there " Nancy warns.

She picks up a cane, thin and whippy.

She walks behind Nuriko.

"You're so small. So delicate." Nancy says as she brings the cane down across Nuriko's shoulder blades.

'Whip.'

Nuriko screams, the sound muffled by the wax filling her mouth.

'Whip.' 'Whip.'

Nancy works the cane over Nuriko's back and ass, leaving thin, stinging red lines.

She is fuelled by the pain she just endured, channelling it into a brutal efficiency.

She doesn't taunt.

She doesn't speak.

She just hurts. Claiming her revenge.

Meanwhile, the stalemate between Ava and Yana continues.

Ava is sweating now, her uniform sticking to her skin.

She has been whipping Yana for what feels like hours.

Yana's back is a map of welts, her ass is glowing red, and the plug is buried deep inside her.

But the Russian refuses to break.

"Cum, you bitch," Ava snarls, exhausted.

"Just cum so I can win." Ava sighs the exhaustion apparent in her voice.

Yana's head hangs low.

She is panting, her body trembling with exhaustion.

Every nerve ending is on fire.

The wax on her face cracks as she grimaces.

But she stares at the floor, focusing on a single point, shutting out the pain.

She will not give this German the satisfaction. She will not cry out. She will not cum.

Yana is running on sheer willpower and willpower alone. She briefly sees a green glow in front of her.

It looks like a green glowing ring. Then Zyk quickly swats it away muttering something under his breath.

Ava grabs Yana's hair, yanking her head back.

"Look at me!" Ava commands.

Yana looks up.

Her eyes are blurry with tears of pain, but the hate in them is clear.

"Give up," Ava says, her voice cracking slightly.

Yana spits a glob of wax-laced saliva at Ava. It hits Ava's cheek.

Yana smiles and has a small laugh.

Ava wipes it away slowly.

Her face contorts in rage.

She raises the whip high, bringing it down with every ounce of strength she has left.

*CRACK.*

Yana's body jerks, but she makes no sound.

She has gone somewhere else inside her mind, a place where pain is just weather and Germans are just targets.

She convinces herself she is going to win over this German and her delusions of a 'Master Race.' In her mind she is a small girl running through a field of sunflowers on her dedushka's farm.

On the other platform, Nancy is torturing Nuriko with a renewed vigour.

She has clamps on Nuriko's tiny B-cup breasts and is pulling the chains while fingering the girl's pussy roughly.

"Cum for me, Squirt like the slut you are." Nancy growls. "."

Nuriko's body is oversensitive.

The pain of the cane, the heat of the wax, the rough fingers of the American it's too much.

She moans, the sound wet and gurgling around the wax in her mouth.

Her hips buck against Nancy's hand.

She tries to hold on, to be the strong mistress, but the submissive nature that defines her wins out.

She craves the surrender.

She needs the release.

Her eyes roll back.

Her body shakes. A gush of fluid sprays from her cunt, coating Nancy's hand.

Nancy yanks her hand away.

"Disgusting." Nancy says.

Nuriko sobs, the wax finally cracking enough for her to swallow.

She gasps,

"I, I can't, yameranai" Nuriko says sobbing.

She breaks down, crying in Japanese, repeating the word for 'stop' over and over.

"Yameranai! Yamete kudasai!" Nuriko sobs.

"Language barrier triggered. Submission confirmed." Qwerty says with a sigh.

He waves his hand.

Nuriko's restraints vanish.

She drops to the floor, curling into a ball, weeping.

A moment later, she dissolves into golden particles, transported back to Tokyo.

"Eliminated," Zyx says boredly.

"That leaves three." Qwerty says

Ava whips around to look at the twins, then at Nancy, who is wiping Nuriko's juices on her thigh. "I am not done with her, yet. She hasn't broken." Ava says, pointing her whip at Yana.

Yana is still on her knees, swaying slightly. She is barely conscious, held upright only by the chains.

"Neither have you," Zyx points out.

"You haven't made her cum. You haven't made her swap. You've just beaten her. But she is still refusing to yield look she is even smiling." Qwerty says pointing to Yana and the broad smile across her face.

Ava throws the whip down.

"I have destroyed her." Ava says defiantly.

"Have you?" Look at her." Qwerty says.

Yana lifts her head slightly.

Her lip is split, her face is covered in wax and sweat, but her eyes find Ava.

There is no defeat in them.

Only a promise.

Ava realizes she can't win this way.

She can't break Yana's spirit.

It's too hard, too forged in the cold winters and the brutality of the Eastern Front.

"Fine, End it." Ava snaps.

"As you wish," Zyx says.

The restraints retract from Yana.

She falls forward, catching herself on her hands.

She coughs, spitting more saliva onto the floor.

She doesn't try to stand. She just glares at Ava's boots.

"Round concluded," Qwerty announces.

"Ava, Yana, Nancy, advance." Zyk says.

The lights in the chamber dim, then brighten to a stark, clinical white.

The smell of ozone burns away the scent of sweat and sex.

The walls shift again, preparing for the next phase.

Ava stands over Yana, looking down at her broken body.

"Next time, Soviet. Next time you won't be so lucky." Ava taunts Yana before spitting on the floor in front of Yana.

Yana coughs again, a wet, rattling sound. She manages a bloody smile.

"Luck... had nothing... to do with it." Yana pants smiling. Her smile expressing her defiance more than ten thousand words could.

Nancy leans against her platform, catching her breath.

She looks at the two other women, the hatred in the room thick enough to choke on.

She knows the game is getting deadlier. And she knows she's right in the middle of it.

The twins hover above, silent observers, their data streams flowing, their alien minds already calculating the next torment.

The experiment is far from over.