The Erotic Misadventures of Jamin Frey: Golden Hook Part 4

[Salamando]

“Huh. This doesn’t seem to be working.” Jamin tried pressing the blade of light to Rags’ skin, but it was stopped as soon as it touched. There was not even an indentation, the blade just stopped. “Crap. I’m betting the hook is designed so you can’t cut it off.”

“Then let’s find your sword and try that,” said Rags, pulling back from his shoulder.

Jamin rolled his eyes. “I get the feeling the same thing will happen,” he said. He stood up and his cock was at Rags’ eye level. Rags swallowed and immediately began leaning her face towards it. Jamin jumped back a bit, and Rags shook her head. “There’s no way you can tough it out?”

“Not when I’m around you, no,” said Rags. “Cripes. You’re going to have to get out of here. Maybe I can stay here and watch these guys while you fetch our equipment.”

“I dunno,” said Jamin. “What if someone comes to check on them?”

“If I get caught again, I’m not going to be able to outrun anybody, so you may as well just leave me here. I’ve still got Celia, if nothing else.”

“Alright,” said Jamin. He reached down and picked up Therin’s rings and Lin’s ribbon. He also picked up the Golden Hook that had formally been his. He thought about slipping it onto one of the unconscious women, but decided they were accounted for well enough. “Make sure they stay out of it.” So saying, he went over the door, pried it open with his aura, took a peek outside, and stepped out.

The hallway was grey and lined with three doors on each side. At the far end of the hall, however, he could hear commotion. Jamin made his way to the end of the hall, where another door was propped open. He stepped through and his eyes widened at what he saw.

The area could best be described as a rather large “dungeon.” Jamin could see myriad people, mostly men, but some women as well, strapped down to racks, tables, chairs, all naked, all writhing and moaning. Many had some kind of device attached to them. Men had cock rings or leather harnesses attached to their cocks, some had urethral sounds inserted, some were attached by to small electrical devices. The fewer women captives had all manner of dildo’s inserted, though Jamin saw some had clamps attached to their nipples, clits, or pussy lips. Jamin extended his mystical senses and saw that each of the devices had some sort of enchantment on them, no doubt causing extended sensual suffering for the captives.

Other men and women, mostly clothed, went back and forth between the captives, taking notes, or sometimes touching them to increase the torment. Jamin noticed one particular “lucky” guy being sucked by two women at once, while another man dangled his erect penis over the guy’s face. The guy was thrashing in ecstasy from the ministrations of the women, even as he strained his utmost to try and reach the man’s cock with his mouth. In between the brief moments the man’s penis head flitted between the two women’s mouth, Jamin could see a glint of gold. He was hooked.

Finally, the two women ceased their sucking, and pulled away. The man withdrew his cock from the guy’s field of view, and the guy seemed to finally calm down some. “Now,” said the man, reaching over and plucking the golden hook from the guy’s penis. “Perhaps we can move on to the other tests without you being unnecessarily violet, hmmm?” The guy let out a string of pleas that sounded agreeable to his tormentor, who nodded, then turned to a table behind him.

As this happened, one of the captive women, who had a U-shaped device that went into her pussy and her ass, went unconscious, and two of the captors took notice. They removed the device and slipped one of the golden hooks into her, then unchained her, and carried her off to another door. Jamin positioned himself to look past the door, and saw a much larger hallway with more cell doors, these sporting small window slots. Jamin’s senses told him that none of the captors were either mages, psychics, or otherwise that he could tell, and he realized that particular stretch of cells was probably for holding normal people.

This was clearly a testing facility for whoever created the devices. Jamin figured they probably had hooks for all of their captives, but removed them for the tests. Pretty clever, actually, Jamin mused; if he could barely handle the hook for too long, no doubt a normal person would buckle before they even made it outside if they tried to escape. And with so many “staff” on hand, they could keep swapping around who hooked who, so the captors couldn’t even keep track of who they might be able to force to remove the hook.

Fortunately, like the captives, none of the staff appeared to be empowered either. Jamin understood now, why such seemingly heavy duty security was probably needed. The facility was probably larger than he’d guessed from the outside, with at least thirty workers, probably close to fifty “test subjects”, and who knows how many illegal devices. That was a lot of people and goods to keep track of, and easily lose if only one or two superhuman guards were employed. No doubt there were normal guards as well, but in a world of mages and psychics and monsters, “normal” guards didn’t amount to shit. It was likely whoever was “funding” this facility had rivals, and such rivals had superhumans of their own to mess up the place. Jamin realized he had simply been unfortunate enough to just be one guy showing up when no other threats were available, and thus found himself getting the beat down from the entire security group.

This also made Rags’ situation a lot more difficult to fix. Any one of the captors here could have hooked her. Rebecca had probably only wanted to hook Jamin personally because she wanted to gloat at him, but he doubted Rags had any personal enemies among this group.

Suddenly, his senses detected the approach of two mages, and he ducked into a corner. None of the normal people had seen or heard him, but he wasn’t taking chances with the remaining mages.

The summoner and healer walked in. Both were black women, fit, but lacking the muscle Therin and Lin had. They were dressed in simple robes, white and blue for the healer, green and gold for the summoner. They looked around the room, the summoner smirking and the healer shaking her head with a bemused smile on her face.

“Makes me want to pull out my beasties and let them have some fun,” said the summoner.

“You may do so if you like, Miss Ava,” said one of the other women. She pointed to a man who had just been moved to a set of chains, dangling him from the ceiling. His hook had just been removed, but no one had yet attached anything else to him.

Ava, the summoner, smiled. “I suppose I shall.” She paused, then turned to the healer. “You should go check on the others. Then they can keep ready while you can have some fun.”

“Where are the others?” said the healer.

Ava cocked a thumb towards the door that led to the corridor Jamin had come from. “Where do you think?”

“Rebecca really hates that guy, huh?”

Ava shrugged. “Therin seems to have taken a liking to him, too. Notice how she nearly jumped at first dibs on him?”

“Ha. I think maybe I’d like to take a crack at him myself. I hear he’s hellaciously resilient. I wonder if he could possibly outlast me?”

Ava rolled her eyes. “Go on, then,” she said.

The healer stepped towards the corridor. Jamin withheld a curse; he’d only just gotten out, and already he was going to be caught. Still, this could prove to be a good opportunity. Jamin carefully made his way towards the corridor, quickly following the healer, praying she couldn’t sense him. Even attempting to suppress his aura, it was difficult for mages to hide from one another. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to notice.

As the healer reached the door to his former cell, Jamin tensed. Just as she opened the door, he leapt forward, catching up to her in three strides, faster than she could blink. He shoved her into the room, followed, and shut the door before she could cry out. Rags, still sitting to the side, jumped as the healer hit the floor, rolled, and was on her feet, just in time to see Jamin’s hand before it grabbed her by the face and slammed the back of her skull into the wall. The healer let out a choked gasp, which was cut off as Jamin charged up a ball of pure mystic force into the hand that held her, and blasted her clear across the room. The healer hit the far wall and crumpled to the floor.

“Sheesh,” said Rags, as Jamin dropped his cloaking spells. “You took a level in vicious since we last met.”

“Healer mage,” said Jamin, as he grabbed the unconscious woman and dragged her over to Rags. “You either take them down with your first shot, or you settle in for a war of attrition. And we don’t want to spend any more time than we have to.”

“Right,” said Rags, only half paying attention as she eyed Jamin’s still nude form. She closed her eye and clutched Jamin’s arm as the man tried to use the healer mage’s hand to remove Rags’ hook. As with the other three, it didn’t work.

“Shit,” said Jamin, dropped the woman’s form.

“Want Celia to bite her?” asked Rags.

“I doubt that’ll work,” said Jamin. “Most healer mages are immune to every sort of toxin or disease known.”

“Well, don’t the also heal really fast? She’ll probably be awake any second.” As if on cue, the healer moaned. “Christ, what do we do? We can’t just keep punching her unconscious every other minute.”

Jamin let out a sigh, and then held up the Golden Hook he had been wearing. “Well, if nothing else we can maybe get some answers.” He reached down and used a blade of light to slice open her clothing, stripping her in two quick swipes. He then placed the hook snug into the healer’s entrance, so that one end curved into her pussy, and the other touched just below her clit. Just as Jamin pulled his hands away, the healer woke up with a gasp. Quickly, Jamin rolled her over, activated the rings, and bound her to the floor.

“What the hell?” gasped the healer.

Jamin knelt down and touched the hook. The healer gasped again, and tugged at the rings. However, she was no where near strong enough to move them, and was helpless as Jamin massaged her clit. The hook did its cruel work, quickly heightening the sensations, until the healer was squirming, and a moan escaped her lips.

“First things first,” said Jamin. “What’s your name?”

“Cher,” said the healer. “And that’s all you’re getting from me.” Jamin pinched her clit between two fingers and began a light rolling motion. Cher stiffened, then squirmed some more.

“Like that, do ya?” said Jamin. Cher grit her teeth. Jamin leaned down and kissed her clit, causing Cher to jerk. He continued his rolling motion with his fingers, and her breath started to come in rapid gasps. She let out a loud cry, and shook. However, even though her pussy muscles clenched reflexively from the sensations, Jamin could tell from how she moved that she was not reaching orgasm. The hook was holding her climax back

“Damn, girl,” said Rags. “You must be a hair trigger. He’s barely even touched you.”

“Fuck you, you troll!” hissed Cher.

“Troll, wow, haven’t heard that one before,” said Rags, she was turned to the side, her missing eye towards the other two, forcing herself not to watch Jamin work on the woman. Despite this, she could not help but feel lustful jealousy towards Cher. “Look, bitch, we don’t have time for you lame attempts at sass. Tell me who put this hook on me.”

Cher tried to laugh between her gasps, but Jamin cut her off as he kissed her clit again, then made a long, sensual lick across it. “No!” cried Cher, but Jamin ignored her pleas, taking her clit between his lips. He licked and sucked her, exploring every nook of her folds with his tongue, and rapidly flicking her sensitive clit. He made long licks over the hook, sending explosions of pleasure rippling through her core. Soon, she was bucking against him, and nearly screaming.

“He’s not going to stop until you tell him,” said Rags.

“Ava!” Cher suddenly gasped. “It was Ava! Oh, god, please, I can’t stand it!”

Jamin lifted his mouth off her and went straight for the door. “Keep her occupied, if you want,” said Jamin, recloaking. He quickly ducked out of the room, before Rags could protest. He made his way back to the testing area. The sounds of sensual agony were even louder now, mixed with shrieks that sounded slightly terrified. Jamin cautiously entered and hugged the wall again. His eyes widened. He hadn’t seen anything like this outside of a feral demihuman nest before, but here it was.

The summoner Ava was standing there grinning as she watched her creatures have their way with the “test subjects.” Half-woman, half-snakes had some wrapped in their coils as the fucked them, half-spider women had others bound in webbing, fucking them in improbably bondage positions. Jamin fought the urge to have an erection as he saw three catgirls using their fuzzy tails to idly tease one poor saps cock as they tickled his legs and sides.

This was crazy. There was no way he was going to be able to take Ava down with all her creatures summoned. Even if he knocked her out, the creatures would immediately try to dogpile him in defense of their mistress. He wasn’t sure how long the creatures would remain active after their summoning, but even if it was only for a few seconds after Ava was taken down, there were enough to overwhelm him quickly. Jamin couldn’t get to them now.

He retreated back to the corridor. What to do? If he just escaped by himself, he’d be dooming Rags to their clutches; by the time he managed to mount a rescue team, Rebecca could easily relocate the entire operation. And waiting for help again seemed unlikely. After all, who else was going to be able to find…

Suddenly, Jamin recalled Therin saying something about “another guest.” Had another SOS operative been captured? Jamin looked around the hall. Perhaps some of these other cells were like his, designed to contain mages or espers, or whatever else.

[sleepy_rob]

Excellent! Where can I find parts 1-3?

[Salamando]

Excellent! Where can I find parts 1-3?

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