Chapter Five: Final Bondage

Rachel plunged into the cold water for the thousandth time and moaned in pleasure as she came and came hard. She emerged from the water with her hair sopping wet. She began to swing on reflex, enjoying the sensation. But as she did, she found she wasn't descending at all.

Little by little Rachel slowed to a halt. Then Ayane emerged from the shadows, holding the remote. "Well, Rachel, I've returned. Master Ryu has been up to all kinds of things while you've been in here. He'll need you to help him unwind when the time comes.

"Now, what are you?"

Rachel moaned and tried to remember how to speak. "I am a Hayabusa Breeding Slave. My true purpose is to serve the clan…"

Ayane smiled and petted her on the head. "Good. Now, why don't we get to the next test."

Then Ayane set about unbinding Rachel. One by one, her straps were undone, before finally, she descended to land with a splash in the water. Drawing herself out of the water, Rachel missed a step and nearly slipped back in. The motion sent her mammoth breasts bouncing before Ayane caught her by the hair and drew her out.

Rachel stood up straight, putting her arms behind her back. As she did, Ayane bound them firmly together again. Then she walked past, pausing only to give Rachel a kiss. Walking over behind a crate, Ayane brought out a long, thin box. It was about half the size and length of a person. Then it was opened, and Rachel saw a great deal of padding on the walls and top.

"Now I'd say the first step of your training is complete," said Ayane. "The rest of it will happen at the village itself." She smiled. "Now get in."

Rachel hesitated, feeling as though she should say something. She was a Hayabusa Breeding Slave. Her purpose was pleasure. So Rachel nodded and smiled. "Yes, Mistress."

Rachel kneeled in the box and tried to fit in. But her head kept catching on the top, and she couldn't get her shoulders down. "Mistress, I can't fit."

Ayane smiled. "Well then, it's a good thing we spent so much time working on your flexibility?"

Then Ayane took hold of Rachel and began to bend and twist her. Her arms were pulled tightly behind her back, so her enormous breasts were on display. Her long legs were bent back and folded. Even despite all the bending, Rachel could hardly fit. But Ayane raised the top to seal her in any way. "I won't be seeing you for the next stage. Someone else will be taking over your training from now on." Then she leaned forward and kissed Rachel. Then she pulled back and slapping her across the breasts. "Just something for the road."

Then she shut the box, and Rachel was sealed in darkness.

Rachel remained there, feeling the box picked up and put on to something else. Then she felt movement. She was on something that was moving very fast and remained within it for a long time. She did not get hungry or tired. She just waited, and waited, until finally, she drifted off to sleep.

Eventually, Rachel opened as the top of the box was unsealed. Beyond was a voluptuous, dark-haired woman in a loose priestess outfit. Reaching forward, the woman pulled her out and set her down. Rachel fell to her knees in what appeared to be a cavern. "So there you are, Rachel." said the priestess, before kissing her. "My name is Momiji. I will be taking over your training from now on. Stand up, and follow me."

Rachel remained silent, not sure what to do. Her body was in a daze.

"Follow," said Momiji, more firmly.

Rachel did not answer. Finally, Momiji cupped her cheek. "What are you?"

"I am…" Rachel tried to find an answer. "I am a Hayabusa Breeding Slave."

"And what is your purpose?" asked Momiji.

"To serve the clan," said Rachel.

"Right," said Momiji kindly. "And if you don't serve the clan, you should be punished, shouldn't you?"

"Y-yes," said Rachel. Would she be punished?

"Then follow my orders, or you will be. Follow," said Momiji.

Rachel stood up unsteadily and walked after Momiji through the caverns. Her eyes were drawn to Momiji's swaying hips, and she desired them. As they walked, they came to a room with a large, stone, sarcophagus. Momiji motioned to it. "Get into this sarcophagus."

Rachel was in a daze. "…Why do you want me to-"

Momiji grabbed Rachel by the hair and forced her down over her knee. A hand came down and spanked Rachel across the rump. The pain was laced with pleasure, and Rachel moaned, as Momiji drew back her hand and hit her again. Ten times she did this until Rachel was wet and pained. Momiji rose and let her fall as Rache looked up.

"Do you understand your role?" asked Momiji.

"To serve the clan!" moaned Rachel as she stood.

"Good girl," said Momiji. "Now stand up and get into the sarcophagus."

Rachel stood up and got in. She found that within there were bindings. Momiji looked down at her with a smile. "Put your hands in the bindings." Rachel obeyed, and they shut tight. "Good girl." Then Momiji got into the sarcophagus as well. They pressed their breasts together as Momiji's face was inches from Rachel.

"Now I will explain," said Momiji. "You have been chosen as a Hayabusa breeding slave because of your unique fiend bloodline. It will make for an excellent addition to the Hayabusa bloodline. However, that same fiend bloodline could also make you a threat to the clan.

"As a result, we have developed a system for neutralizing you as a threat. It will also exploit the unique opportunity provided by your bloodline. Once we are sealed in a ritual will begin that will alter your fiend blood. It will transform your body to suit our purposes. Anyone who has their way with you will take on your bloodline traits.

"Ayane's brainwashing was to weaken your will and prevent you from resisting the change. This is the final stretch."

The top of the sarcophagus began to close above her. Momiji leaned in to kiss her, and then they were in darkness. "Now relax, as I change you for the rest of eternity."

And Momiji began to work. Her hands ran over Rachel's body, even as a liquid began to fill up the sarcophagus. It was sticky and cold, but Momiji kept working on her. She kissed her, groped her, and felt her up. And as she did, Rachel found her body becoming more sensitive. The very act of resting against the stone was pleasurable. She was moaning more and more until the liquid covered her face.

Energy filled Rachel. She thrust, again and again, trying to get free as Momiji kept the same careful policy. On and on it went, until suddenly the door of the sarcophagus opened before them. Momiji was visible again as the liquid drained away. Momiji stepped back as the locks on Rachel were released. She stepped out, feeling enthusiasm filling her at the sensation. She was wet already and looking at Momiji she got wetter.

"How do you feel, Rachel?" asked Momiji.

"Like getting fucked all day, all night, and all year," said Rachel, feeling the same confidence she'd once felt. Then she stepped forward and kissed Momiji back. The two of them kissed, their tongues wrestling for control. Then Rachel submitted to Momiji and was thrust back. Both were smiling.

"You are enthusiastic," said Momiji.

"Oh yes I am," said Rachel, rubbing her hip. "But seeing as you're offering me a job, I think it's only fair I get an interview."

"Congratulations. You pass," said Momiji, before drawing out a blindfold. "Now put this on."

Rachel nodded and took the blindfold, putting it over her eyes. "Of course, Mistress." The blindfold then clicked behind her eyes. Rachel touched it, but could not budge it. "What…"

Then she felt Momiji come from behind to feel her up. Her mouth was nibbling on Rachel's neck. Her hands were skillfully playing Rachel's body. "Those are permanent. You'll never be able to take that off."

Rachel felt a lump in her throat. She would never see anything ever again. She felt… hurt. "Why?"

"Breeding slaves don't need their eyes," said Momiji, kissing her. "Now, put your hands behind your back." Rachel did not want to, but she obeyed on pure reflex. She had no will left in the matter. "Yes, like that."

Her arms were pulled uncomfortably tightly back, then locked together. Rachel felt a chill as she found her arms painfully bound. She could not move an inch. "Is that permanent too."

"Of course," said Momiji, kneeling down to feeling up Rachel's legs, before there was a click. She tried to move her legs but found she could not move an inch. She could only move her knees. Then Momiji arose, feeling her up by the rear. "Don't worry; there are settings to spread those legs of yours wide. That's perfect."

"How will I walk?" asked Rachel.

"Breeding slaves rarely have to walk," said Momiji. "When you are required to move anywhere, you will either hop or be carried. Then she turned Rachel. Rachel felt her breathe on her face. "Now, do you have any final words?"

"Final words?" asked Rachel, feeling fear.

"Yes," said Momiji. "I'm going to put a gag on you that permanently locks your mouth open. Hayabusa Breeding Slaves aren't permitted to speak at all. The purpose of these rituals is to reduce you from a person to an animal. If you could speak, Hayabusa ninjas might regard you as a lover. So it is necessary to ensure you cannot.

"You will be beneath human speech soon. But I will record any final words you wish. So, do you have any?"

Rachel's mind raced to find something to say. Anything. But nothing came to mind. Only a desire to feel lips on her face again. "I… I can't think of any."

"How unfortunate," said Momiji. "We only have a minute for you to think of any before you begin your duties."

"I… can I ask for something instead," asked Rachel.

"Of course," said Momiji. "Within reason?"

"A kiss," said Rachel.

Momiji's hand was on her neck. Then Rachel felt the priestesses lips on her own. Hands reached around to wrap around her rump. It was passionate, loving, and understanding. Then it was over. "Of course," said Momiji. "Did you enjoy it?"

Rachel was breathless now. She could hardly speak. "Yes."

"I'm glad," said Momiji. "I am your priestess, Rachel. My job is to ensure you remain healthy and as happy as can be allowed. I'll take good care of you, I promise."

"I… I'm scared Momiji," said Rachel in the darkness.

"I know. But you'll grow to love it," said Momiji. "Now what kind of gag would you like? Does this one fit your preferences?" She forced one into her mouth, then withdrew it.

A resolve came within Rachel. She would be the best Breeding Slave possible. "…Bigger."

Another one was tried that forced her mouth open. Then it was removed.

"Bigger," said Rachel.

A third one was forced into her mouth, and it stretched her jaw to its limit. Then it was removed.

"Are you sure?" asked Momiji. "There is no removing this."

"I… I am," said Rachel. Then it was put in and clicked in place. She would feel this stretching forever. "Mmmph."

"Now for the last bindings," said Momiji.

"Mmmph?" said Rachel. How could she be bound any more than she was right now?

"Oh right, you think you're already completely bound," said Momiji. "We've chained your arms and legs, blindfolded you and gagged you. But there is one more thing to bind.

"Your sense of hearing.

"When we're done, you'll only be able to hear my voice and those of other trainers."

"Mmmph!" said Rachel, fearfully before something was fitted over her ears.

"All done," said Momiji's voice. "Now, let's go to the village."

Momiji's hands touched Rachel, and she was scooped up like a bride and carried away. She could see nothing. Hear nothing. Her body could hardly move at all. The only sense afforded to her was her sense of feeling — the feel of Momiji's arms under her.

She was carried and set down. "Kneel now, Rachel. Good." Something was driven between her mouth. "Now suck it."

Rachel obeyed. As she did, she found herself pulled up. Something was plunged into her ass and her slit. She was fucked ruthlessly until finally something was poured into her. Then it was withdrawn, and others took their place. She felt cum splash over her face.

Then it was being wiped away.

"Good girl, Rachel," said Momiji's voice. "You've done an excellent job. Now follow me, we need to get you cleaned up."

Rachel was then carried away by Momiji. Eventually, she was set down into the water and felt cloth on her, cleaning it away.

"Do you like the water?" asked Momiji. "I hope you do. There's someone else here too. You may remember her from your training."

Then she feels a familiar slap across the face. It is Ayane. Rachel's heart leaps at the prospect of feeling her training. Her creator for all intents and purposes.

"Mmmph!" moaned Rachel.

"Can you hear me, Rachel?" asked Ayane' voice.

"Mmmph?" moaned Rachel, feeling hands on her.

"I forgot to mention that your trainers will be able to speak to you as a whole," said Momiji. "Ayane put a bit of herself into you during your training. We'll be with you all the time for the next few years. Eventually, however, we will both join you as Breeding Slaves, as is the tradition."

"And a few years after that," said Ayane, "there will be the final binding."

The final binding? "Mmmph?"

"Every single one of your senses is bound," said Momiji. "Your sense of touch is kept because it is necessary for you to bear children. However, once you pass your prime, that will no longer be necessary. You will be sealed away in permanent bondage alongside all other breeding slaves. Within you will be sealed in time, unable to age. You will be eternally pleasured by vibrators within a sarcophagus.

"When that day comes, we will both join you. We will all three of us in eternal, pleasured bondage with each other. Forever, until we are eventually released at the end of time."

Then both leaned down and kissed her cheeks, and Rachel was content.

Author's Note:

So I went with a different tone for this one. For better or worse. Enjoy.