Mission Irresistible Ch 4

This is basically an erotic Sify story and this is definitely not hard science, it is more of a sexually erotic story set in space. It is a continuation of the League of Planets series but now it is a major player in space and needs agents to find out what is happening around them. Since the League started out as a hedonistic playground, the agents are female and use their sexuality to elicit information from other planets.

Of course all characters are over 21. The Mission Irresistible Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - This is the first Part of the Mission Irresistible series. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories or twists on this series please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Mission Irresistible

Chapter 4

Lyra straightened her back and stood tall, proud and regal while she stared at the priest with malice in her eyes and growled, "I'm a representative from the League of Planets, so don't ever touch me again without my permission."

The priest's eyes filled with fury. No woman could talk to a man like that, especially a priest. He slapped her face and yelled, "Strip and bind her for the journey to the temple."

Lyra's non-existent costume was brutally ripped from her body, while a black leather collar was buckled tightly around her neck. The collar stretched and constricted her neck, while a leather strap with leather manacles hung down her back. Her arms were wrenched behind her back, her wrists high between her shoulder blades and locked in the manacles.

As painful as her bondage was, she knew that with her body arched and twisted as it was, she created a spectacular sight. She watched the priest and the guard's eyes roam over her gorgeously displayed form. Despite the painful bondage she was proud of her beauty and knew if the time came, she would use it to make these despots pay an awful price.

Two huge thugs stood on each side of her and each grabbed an arm. The priest lead the way out of the building and the thugs followed steering Lyra as they followed the priest. The priest led them to what looked like an out timey van Lyra had seen in historical photos. The two thugs sat on either side of her in the middle seat and a third thug drove away.

As they drove through the city Lyra saw a large amount of poverty and the people she saw seemed poor, desperate and afraid of the priest's van. Lyra knew that these people needed help and this planet was so different from Chiron, but both had poor underclasses. Having poor people was something she was not used too. The domes in the League of planets had several middle and upper classes but no one was poor, at least not like this.

The drive was short and ended in an opulent multistory building. She had seen the poor, well now she was going to see the upper class. The group left the van and with the priest in the lead they walked through the door of the temple. The inside of the temple was a huge open building filled with acolytes and the congregation. They were all dressed well but nowhere was there any color, everything was gray or black but the material was silky and beautiful.

As she walked, she shifted her hips with a more dramatic display as her skin glistened in tantalizing glimpses. The shifting of her hips would accentuate sections of her toned belly, womanly hips, or naked legs. Her breasts were lifted high and proud on her chest and they wobbled seductively as she walked.

As she walked towards the front of the temple, the Priest knew it would be obvious to anyone looking at her that their sacrifice was stunning beyond anything this temple had ever seen before. Tonight, that was the purpose, to display and reveal Lyra plus her passion to the congregation before she succumbs to their god's power. Sacrificing this stunning woman would increase the priests power, prestige and afterwords he would be richer and more powerful.

The Priest finally shook himself out of his adoring stupor and said, "Lyra, you are dazzling and everyone is going to be jealous that they can't play with you. However, by the time the evening is over, they will be seeing you at your most beautiful: bound, nude, and writhing in orgasm."

With her arms folded behind her, her shoulders pulled back and her chest thrust forward. The revelation of her spectacular breasts was inspiring but her ribs stretched against her skin and her shrunken belly and tiny waist only added the beauty of her petulant form. Her breasts were completely bare and firmly on display, with her engorged nipples being almost an adornment to her sensuous display. She stood regally showing her pride of being an ambassador of the League of Planets, but her hard, turgid nipples displayed the passion lurking inside her.

The Priest looked at this spectacular woman who at this moment was truly the most dazzling woman he had ever seen, with her body artfully bound and displayed in a sensuous display. Her face glowed with fiery passion and radiantly regal pride. With her arms bound behind her and the collar around her neck, she looked every bit the slave ready to be sacrificed at the priest's altar.

The Priest's eyes roamed hotly over her proudly displayed body, and when his eyes returned to hers, he said, "You are indeed a spectacular sacrifice."

Once again, she stretched her form to her maximum height, she softly licked her lips in anticipation and said, "I've never felt more beautiful and desired than I do right now. I know you have devious plans to do things to me and use me as your play toy for this evening, but I will never succumb to your torment."

Their entrance garnered more attention as people stopped and ogled the extremely feminine vision walking next to the Priest. The Priest noticed that Lyra stood a little straighter with her shoulders pulled back and her breasts thrust forward as her eyes scanned the crowd.

Lyra enjoyed having everyone pay attention to her, ogle her, and caress her naked skin with their eyes, but only because she wanted them to know that she belonged to no one. She would cast sideways glances at the Priest to make sure she was presenting herself in a way that made him proud of his sacrifice. The look she saw in his eyes was one of pride, longing and desire. She preened a little, straightening her bearing, defiantly proud to have the Priest showing her off like this.

Lyra wanted everyone to look and be jealous of her beauty, because everything they saw belonged to her and her alone. Only she could give her body or her sex to someone. She proudly displayed her body, proud that every eye tracked her movements. Then she heard murmurings in the congregation, "Sorceress, witch and enchantress." These people thought she used her gorgeous beauty and succulent body to weave a spell over men everywhere. Then she heard other mutterings, "Savior, redeemer and messiah." With these mutterings she knew she had a small chance of turning the tide and maybe survive this.

As they walked into the temple, they were escorted to a special area up on a dais center stage. They were surrounded by all kinds of torture implements, and as Lyra got closer to the stage the lust in her eyes started to burn brightly. The smoldering in her belly caught fire, and her whole body began to throb in anticipation of what was to come.

The Priest took the opportunity to set the stage for things to come. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce everyone our sacrifice to our god of eroticism." He looked down into Lyra's eyes, and she was looking at him with hate and indifference. The Priest slowly trailed his hands down her body, showing and presenting Lyra to the expectant crowd as he continued. "This dazzlingly beautiful woman has given her body to our god to do with what he will. In other words, she is his slave and I will do whatever he commands."

The Priest could see the lust blazing in her eyes behind the indifference and the micro-tremors of her muscles underneath her skin showed her body's real feelings. He had come to know the signs very well, and he knew his beauty was quivering in fiery anticipation. He looked at her and asked, "Are you ready, my delicious sacrifice?"

Her hands clutched at her arms behind her back, digging her nails into her skin with her legs trembling as she envisioned erotic scenes of things yet to come. When The Priest stood her in front of the audience, she felt every eye ogling her, exposed to everyone's lustful gaze, her breath caught in her chest as erotic flames flooded her body.

She fought back the orgasmic pulses as the priest looked at her with lusty pride. Lyra looked out into the audience as the priest presented her naked to the audience. She felt every eye, tongue, and hand caressing and nibbling on her. As she stood, she stretched to her full 5'1" height pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward. Lyra felt beautiful, sexy, desired, and proud of who she was. She loved the exhibitionism and being displayed naked in front of the audience, but all the talk of being a sacrifice worried her.

The Priest stood behind Lyra. He turned her so that she faced the audience, and he was behind her. He wanted everyone to see how incredibly passionate this woman truly was. He wrapped his arms around her and teasingly caressed up her thighs and over her belly cupping her large breasts. He lifted them presenting them to the audience, and with his thumb and index finger began to stroke her rigid nipples until they stood diamond hard against her soft skin.

Lyra laid her head back against his chest and arched her back thrusting her tits towards the audience. Her head shifted softly from side to side, and she passionately moaned, "Oh my God, you are showing your slave off to everyone. You are showing everyone how your slave's body is your toy to play with. You are making me shiver with need as you show everyone who owns this body, and that I am powerless to stop anything you want to do. "

The Priest's left hand continued to toy with her nipples as his right hand slid down her flat, muscled belly. His finger teased her clit until he felt her hips jerking spasmodically, then he slid his fingers through the folds of her womanhood. He curled his fingers inside her, caressing her G spot before coming back out caressing her clit again.

Lyra didn't want to respond to his ministrations but her body had been tuned by her years of teasing displays and wild sexual abandon to respond automatically. Her nanites were also part of her undoing, because likewise they had been tuned to make her body respond quickly and automatically to any stimulation. Her orgasms were also beyond her control and she could feel the rapid building of a climax.

Lyra's body began to squirm and writhe within his arms. Her lust lidded eyes were watching the audience's reaction. Her mouth hung open gulping passion laden breaths. In a faltering voice punctuated by sharp gasps she moaned, "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, GOING TO CUM!"

The Priest pinched her nipple hard and said, "Hold it my sacrifice; we have a long way to go. I'm just giving the audience an appetizer and preview of the passion that is about to be unleashed upon them. You are incredibly erotic as you struggle to fight the fire ready to consume you. I guarantee you my sacrifice, by the time I let you climax everyone will she what kind of sacrifice our god will have."

His fingers trapped her clit and began to pinch it softly. Lyra's hips jerked in an erotic spasm as the white-hot jolt seared her already inflamed body. She barely regained control of her body just before she gave in to her climax. As his fingers curled back inside her, Lyra began to feel like an erotic marionette. The priest knew all the right buttons to tweak and just how to take her to the edge. He kept her writhing denying her body's needs as he kept pulling her marionette's erotic strings.

Watching the audience's reaction to how the priest toyed with her body, only made the fire inside her burn that much hotter. Lyra felt her nipples swell and ache as he relentlessly teased them. She felt her belly quivering with the strain of holding back her passion. Her mind seemed lost in her erotic fog as she moaned a deep, needful plea. "OOOHHH GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME TO CLIMAX, OH GOD PLEASE!"

As The Priest continued toying with this magnificent woman, he addressed the audience, "You can see how passionate a slave she is. She desperately wants to show you the fire that burns inside her, but you see she can't climax until I give her permission."

The Priest pulled his fingers from her body, and Lyra sagged against his chest. Her arms were aching from their twisted position and the two thugs appeared on each side of her and slid a large hook on each side of her body underneath her shoulders. They attached the hooks to what looked like a spreader bar and immediately she began to be lifted off the ground.

The Priest gave her a quick kiss as she passed in front of him, then nodded to the stagehand. The bar started to rise into the air stretching Lyra into the air, with her feet off the ground hoisting her into the air. Lyra felt all of her weight pulling on her shoulders with an exquisite stretching pain pulling at her shoulders. She was thankful that this was in space, and she didn't have full, earth gravity dragging at her body. When her feet were about three feet off the ground, The Priest nodded again, and she stopped.

Nonetheless as her feet left the ground, Lyra felt her back pop with the light gravity pulling at her hips, thinning her belly, pulling on her ribs, and lifting her breasts. For Lyra pulling and stretching seemed to intensify the passion coiled inside her womb, and she groaned erotically. Her smoky, lust filled eyes met the priests, and his determination to drive her insane with lust was plain for her to see.

Lyra scanned the crowd reveling in their reaction as the Priest took control of her body. Every eye in the audience was watching The Priest hoist her into the air. Everyone's eyes were wide open making sure they didn't miss a thing. Men and women alike were also licking their lips in anticipation.

Lyra quivered with the same anticipation, partially to see the audience's reaction, but mostly to experience what the Priest had planned for her. She knew everything he did tonight would ultimately be for her pleasure, and she knew he would take what he wanted from her but she trusted herself and her nanites to protect her.

She was now high enough to see over all the stage and watch the audience's reaction. The anticipation was so thick; everyone could feel it. She saw men already adjusting their pants, freeing their already engorged cocks. Some had pulled their dates into their laps and had already begun teasing, while others were kissing and groping each other. One woman had stripped and was currently sucking her man's cock. All of this and they hadn't even started the show. The women in the crowd were basically slaves to the men and they were being ordered to give the men whatever they wanted.

Lyra felt goose bumps all over her as she stared into the Priest's smoldering eyes, while he readied himself to rekindle her blistering passion. In addition to the heat, his eyes also held hate and malice, and she knew this wasn't just about the show. The Priest was not an actor and only could do this show with her because of her delicious body that he wanted to possess. Her heart pounded in her chest as she knew this would be real. He would really be a dominant master, and she would be his toy and slave.

She felt a big lump in her throat, and subtly her whole body ached to have him touch her. With all that knowledge, the audience faded into the background. Her whole focus was on the priest, the man she knew would do anything he wanted to do to her. She looked into his eyes and saw a craving and knew they would be in a fight for real in front of an audience. He was going to try and conquer her and she had to fight back.

Lyra tore her gaze away from the Priest and looked into the audience. Every eye was glued to her stretched and lavishly displayed body. She saw all of their eagerness and felt their shameless anticipation pouring into her. All the licking lips, sweaty palms and lustful stares invaded her body. Her nipples hardened even more while her womb cramped with twisted, passionate need. She knew her body would take all the lustful onslaught and turn it into unrivaled passion and she was ready for whatever he did.

Her eyes returned to the Priest, and she gave him a look that told him she was ready to be his play toy. She was ready to be the focus of his craving, and her eyes hardened, waiting for him to push her lustful boundaries. She was ready to give these people a show they would never forget.

Lyra's eyes followed the priest as he went to a rolling cart and pulled close to her. He pulled a cat of nine tails from the top of the cart and slapped it against his leg. This was a little different because it was made from ultra soft skin, and even the hard swing from this cat of nine tails would only feel sensuous.

As he walked towards Lyra, swinging the whip in his hands, Lyra didn't feel any fear only exhilaration and excitement over what was to come. She knew the priest would try to hurt her but she was ready. The priest swung the cat of nine tails over her breasts, and the soft skin of the whip felt like a master's caress on her nipples.

The priest turned to the audience and said, "If left long enough in this position, she would die of suffocation; however, often times whips were used to drive the demons and evil spirits from the body. Whips like this can also be used to inflict erotic torment. I'm not going to punish my slave, but I'm going to use this whip to tease her into an erotic frenzy."

The priest began to lightly strike Lyra on her legs, ass, belly, breasts and finally directly on her pussy and clit. Each strike was like a dominant caress, harshly titillating the area that it had struck. Lyra was gasping mildly, because the priest was very good with this whip. His aim was perfect with the tips caressing her tightly bundled, erotic nerves. She knew what he was doing and tried to resist and even gave him a harsh, "I won't do it" look but sexual attuned body took over.

Very quickly Lyra was writhing in the air, but there was no fear or pain, only erotic torment. The priest seemed to find places that she never knew were sensitive, like the backs of her knees, the undersides of her breasts, and her inner thighs. The Priest watched her breathing and squirming very closely to determine which spots were the most effective in driving her wild. Once he had catalogued all her erotic spots, he kept whipping every part of her sinfully displayed body until she was gasping in need and pleading for more.

The priest put down the whip and picked up a feather tickler. He looked into Lyra's lust glazed, lustrous, green eyes before he started. She was close to the edge, but her eyes were begging him to push her further and show everyone what she could take. So, the priest did just that and started using the feather tickler on her already engorged nipples. Lyra felt her nipples throb and felt as if they would explode if he continued.

Her head thrashed back and forth between her arms as the priest tormented her body. He used the feathers on her other sensitive spots as well before he traveled across her belly and moved on to her pussy. The feather tormented her already red and inflamed clit driving Lyra closer and closer to the point of no return. Once again, he was watching her eyes, mouth, and body movements closely to determine her limits.