Limited Release

By Vanessa Cardui

Terra is a mad scientist. Gerana is a mad entrepreneur. Kita used to be their roommate, until they tested a mind control collar on her.

Kita is happier as a pet and lab animal than she’s ever been, but Gerana and Terra still aren’t satisfied. Terra wants a mad science castle. Gerana wants her mind control collar back from the billionaire she sold it to. So they come up with a new product that they hope will make them an even bigger fortune: a belt designed to keep its wearer constantly on edge, without ever allowing her release. And Kita is there to test if for them.

After a couple days with her new toy, Kita is totally focused on pleasure, and eager to be trained to serve Gerana, Terra, and their prospective buyer in any way they want. Until Gerana and Terra are satisfied, Kita won’t be—and they’re looking for a big payout.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vanessa Cardui
• Release date: Jul 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311027306

Vanessa Cardui

Vanessa Cardui is a writer of erotica and erotic romance with a wide-ranging interest in people tying other people up, hurting them, and generally making them submit to their most twisted desires. Her stories also often include airships, alchemy, wizards, dragons, demons, and other cool stuff like that.If you're interested in her thoughts on dirty pictures, you can follow her tumblr at vanessa-cardui.tumblr.com.

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Limited Release

By Vanessa Cardui

Copyright 2015 Vanessa Cardui

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The cover image is based on a photo by Elmo Love, licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license. Some changes have been made to the original work.

Kita was drenched in sweat, her legs trembling uncontrollably as Terra worked. If she let her heels drop—when she let her heels drop—there was a copper strip on the floor there, and touching it hurt. But the way Terra had tied her up meant that she couldn't move away from that copper strip. So she stood there, at the side of Terra's room in the basement, facing the wall, and she trembled and sweated and let her calves relax, just a little, they hurt so much—

And then jerked up, screaming into her gag. It wasn't like a whiplash or a hit with a ruler, or anything. It was like something had bit into her heel; not a little surface bite, either, something that cut to the bone.

Terra was humming tunelessly, and there was the sound of the metal saw, and then the spatter of sparks. Kita liked Terra, and liked spending time with Terra, but . . . she jerked up again, pulling against her bonds so hard she half-lifted from the floor. But the trembling had gone to shaking, and it hurt, and she just wanted to lie down with a book, and maybe Gerana would . . . .

Interesting, said Gerana, as she came in. Kita's legs were on fire, and if she relaxed even a little, it would zap her, but there was a faint movement of her hips at Gerana's voice, a hint of warmth in her belly. Gerana had been training Kita.

Thanks, said Terra.

So what's it part of?

Weeeeell, said Terra. It's not, strictly speaking, part of a project.

Ah, said Gerana.

It's decorative, though, said Terra. And you're the one who makes her walk around on tiptoes all the time.

Wasn't complaining, said Gerana. And it's not all the time. Some of the time I make her crawl. But as far as projects go—

Kita's legs gave out, and then her feet were zapped, both of them at once, and she was back up, not quite able to stand, not able to stop, sweating out of every pore.

We're okay for money, said Terra. Unless you've invested it all.

My investments are great, said Gerana. That's not the problem. The thing is, though, I'd like to have something for Balan that'd be a real money earner. He's got cash flow problems—invested a ton in those mind control collars, and now he's too worried about the government finding out to use them.

And you feel bad about that. Terra's tone of voice strongly implied that not only did Terra not feel bad about that, she knew perfectly well that Gerana didn't feel bad about that either.

Of course I do, said Gerana. Poor old Balan. Second-rate wine at his parties, and sad looks at me.

Uh-huh, said Terra. I went to one of those parties. It was not second-rate wine. Also, those collars weren't mind control collars. They just controlled motor functions and the input from the nervous system.

That, and they'd been . . . Kita had been their roommate before they'd tested the mind control collar on her. Now she was their . . . well, roommate wasn't quite the word. Lived with them, anyway. And did what she was told, as well as she could.

One-and-a-half-rate wine, said Gerana. "Point is, I