《Degenerate Masochist’s Reincarnation as A Goddess》 Beginning Beginning Call yourself lucky, if you got isekaid by truck-kun. For me¡­ Ugh. This isn¡¯t the ce to start getting embarrassed, considering how lewd it getster. So. Okay. Here goes. Myst day on Earth began with a stic bag self asphyxiation experiment in a tiny apartment furnished by garbage bags, and old soda bottles. What you need to know is that under no circumstances should you hog-tie yourself helpless with timed locks, belts, sock-gag, and tighten a bag around your head, if you¡¯ve forgotten about a family visit. So, there I was. Wiggling. Choking lightly. The doorbell rang furiously. My grandpa and dad were both banging on the door, whilst my mother shouted at the 911 operator. Louder still were the moans of my favorite BDSM clip, ying out exaggerated sadomasochistic pleasure at full volume out of a cheap bluetooth speaker. Literal worst case scenario. The only way I could live was to make this seem like a robbery. Since this was a so-so neighbourhood, it¡¯d take police some ten-eleven minutes to arrive. In that time, I had to: Dispose pornographic evidence, hide valuables to make it seem as if I was robbed, and open an escape route for the imaginary perpetrator. With much groaning and struggling, I managed to roll around, and collect my phone. Unfortunately, I didn¡¯t manage more than a meter towards my valuables drawer, until I heard the sirens. Heart caught in my throat. I might¡¯ve peed myself. n B was concocted on the spot: Open window, throw phone into backyard hay. Though it might set off some bullshit rms, I would insist that the thieves were after my ugly ass, and thus had not had time to ransack the apartment. I bondage-crawled four meters to the window in record time. ¡°POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR!¡± Adrenaline pounding, I scaled a mound of trash bags, and nudged the window open, not remembering it already was. Two storey fall doesn¡¯t take long. It¡¯s more like you start leaning down, and then crunch, you havended. Paralyzed, I heard the BDSM clip begin to rey on my phone, just as the police and my family rounded the corner. Four hourster, I expired in a nearby hospital. The official cause of death was acute spinal fracture at C1 to C4 lumbars, but the superficial injuries were nothingpared to the deep soul staining shame I experienced that day. A death befitting of an S-ss degenerate masochist. Where do such people go after they die? Why, to a crystal room with a gxy for a floor, furniture made of starlight, and a seven winged void-blue angel in a suit. Of course! He, or she¡ªthe person was both androgynous and constantly fluctuating in shape¡ªraised their eyes from a bright piece of paper, and looked at me with bright white eyes. ¡°I¡¯ve read your life.¡± Their voice was a single smooth chord of a guitar. ¡°O-oh? All of it?¡± They nodded. ¡°Am I going to hell?¡± They smiled. ¡°How would you like to reincarnate?¡± ¡°W-what?¡± ¡°How would, you, like to reincarnate?¡± ¡°I¡­ Whoa... Being as big a weeb as the next degenerate. Oh-ho-hoho! I have a hundred ideas to pick from. To be able to pick your next life in a fantasynd is a dreame true, and not only of the wet kind, but also¡ª Nay. Especially of the wet kind. Imagine¡­¡± ¡°Yes?¡± They stared at me. ¡°They had heard everything inside my thoughts.¡± They nodded. ¡°Yes.¡± I might¡¯ve died again. After processing my situation, and rationalizing my shame, I made myselfy out my truest and most shameful wish. ¡°If possible, I¡¯d like to reincarnate as a beautiful woman of some immortal species. The unaging kind of immortal. And the species should be somewhat human-like in appearance. The world should have a variety of sexually creative andpatible human and non-human monsters though. Demons, tentacles, anything that hentai and porn producers can think of. I¡¯d love to be in a position where I¡¯m exploited, and helpless to change my situation. Is that possible?¡± They inclined their head, and scribbled a few lines on the bright paper, which I presume was my file. They paused. ¡°Would you prefer to reincarnate, or take over an existing body?¡± ¡°An existing body. Reincarnation would be¡­ Yeah, let¡¯s not get into that. Also, if I get to be in trouble quicker by taking an existing body, that would be preferable!¡± ¡°Excellent. Sign here.¡± I did. ¡°Hey, I never asked your name?¡± They rolled up my file, and held their palm towards me. ¡°From now on, you may call me Master.¡± Before we could discuss the implications, I was torn from that celestial space. I flew backwards at lightspeed, parallel realities turning into streaks of light, and mmed into a physical space¡ªa body. A Demigoddess A Demigoddess The room was twilight dim, lit by a constetion of floating crystal spheres. Beautiful glowing creatures danced amongst them. Three tiers of mezzanines circled the open space filled with lights. Above the one I stood on spread rows of bookshelves filled with glowing books and scrolls, and on the one below a kitchen where floating gold utensils were cooking an impossibly luxurious meal. Around me, on the center terrace, were all manner of magical gadgets and trinkets. As I looked at them, I could see golden text appear in my vision, and auras of all colors grow around them, telling me the properties, designs, and history of each object. Windows opened into fantasticalndscapes¡ªarctic mountains, cavernous expanses of molten rock, and jungles with trees growing on trees which again grew on trees. In the corner, a golden guitar and violin plucked at their own strings, filling the room¡ªthe entire house with a pleasant melody. My heart leapt with wonder. I really did get reincarnated! Breath shivering from anticipation, I looked at my body. Myplexion was light-gray with a twinge of pinkish purple, and it was as spotlessly perfect as it was smooth. I had long legs with the perfect thighs, a slim waist toned stomach, and proportionally perfect breasts. Running my fingers down myself, I admired the silky softness, and moaned at the sudden sensitivity, as if my skin had been kissed by electricity. I spotted a mirror of floating shards and ran to it. World slowed down. Airpressed before my face, and I felt myself instinctually drawing on a nigh infinite well of power to elerate. In panic, I screeched to a halt. My feet left burning skid-marks on the floor. The wind of my movement sent scrolls and trinkets flying, and my long tinum blonde-hair whipping. From the mirror stared a godly perfect face. If it had any identity beyond elegant beauty, it would have been a slight yfulness of the brows, the slightly too full lips, and the almost tomb-boyish smirk. She had long pointy ears. Tworge curved horns rose from her hair. Her golden eyes had white rings for irises and glowing dots for pupils, like small gentle suns. Runes of matching color glowed on her skin for a moment, before dulling. Simr runes floated in the mirror above her head, with information. ¡°I¡¯m Ion, a demi-god of knowledge and magic. Servant of the Seven Star Celestial.¡± The demi-goddess¡¯ pretty lips parted as I stared at her, dumbfounded. Foreign knowledge licked at the edges of my consciousness, filling me with details of my powers, of this world. My divine ability, Eye of Truth, could deduce the innate workings of anything I gazed upon. Furthermore, my body was absolutely superhuman, and as long as I could imagine a spell, I could draw on my divine power to make it reality. I could remake nations, destroy cosmic beasts the size of moons, even create new life. And this ce, this was my home, my little pocket universe, my sanctum. I had a collection of artifacts of unimaginable power, some of them mighty enough to threaten gods the level of Seven Star Celestial. The only obligation I had was to perform a certain divination spell every thousand years, write a library worth of reports, and send the findings to my so-called ¡®master¡¯. It was a power fantasye true. ¡°Where¡¯s my sex ve fantasy?¡± I felt slightly betrayed. Power Fantasy Power Fantasy I won¡¯t lie. I did like the power fantasy aspect too. Plus, my new body was very, very erotic. Just touching myself, I had orgasms more mind shattering than any I¡¯d managed in my old human form. My nipples, inner thighs, asshole, ears, neck, and heck, even my mouth were capable of being stimted to a climax. There might be more erogenous zones I didn¡¯t map out, but after tenth time of finger-fucking my own mouth to stimte strong orc fingers, I found some toys. Former Ion had been a prude, but also an unbiased collector of curios and exotica. Some of these things, namely these egg-shaped vibrators, which my Eye of Truth told me were magical artifacts to cause earthquakes, could double as sex toys. Those eggs quaked my panties just fine. I conjured a bit of lube on them, and slipped them inside. One in the butt, the other in my tight little slit, and ramped up the magic power until my thoughts went mushy. Two centuries slipped by, yes centuries. Time speeds up when you are an immortal demi-goddess and get caught in a masturbatory rut. I browsed through artifacts, discovering new uses for them as sex-toes, oogled at my gorgeous female body, and spent countlesszy days gazing at the fantasy world outside through my little windows, quietly longing for sexual adventures. Unfortunately, I couldn¡¯t simply walk outside and do what I wanted to. The people outside my windows were real, as was my power. As a demi-goddess I would have changed history by merely walking through a town. Since I was kind of cking and fapping all day, I had not yet gained minute control of my powers. My whims could have materialized as new monsters or magical hurricanes. I could kill people if I wasn¡¯t careful. Of course, there were ces that would be safe, or even dangerous to me. The sort of ces where gods fear to tread. But even if I wanted to be helpless, two centuries of contemtion had given me a perspective on my desires, wisdom even. Yes. I was still a ss-S degenerate through and through. However, I was now also an immortal demi-goddess. From what I¡¯d studied on my masturbation breaks, I''d realized that this kind of reincarnation luck didn¡¯t happen often. And I wasn¡¯t about to throw an eternity of pleasure away for a quick fix. I needed a better solution. A way to scale my powers back, without ruining the fun of peril. Some spell to punish me for tapping out? Hmmm¡­ I slipped fingers between my slickher lips, and began moaned at my devilish thoughts. What I came up with was elegant in its simplicity. In a decade, I designed an additional divine truename rune to add to my body. This one sealed most of my other divine abilities, making almost a regr mortal. In addition, the rune made a copy of my mind, which had ess to a portion of my powers. The copy would reside within the invisible rune, and observe me for safety. If anything really bad happened (like if I came across a murderhobo), it would resurrect me, restore my powers, and return me to my sanctum. And, to make sure I didn¡¯t pussy out from peril willy-nilly, the rune would then force me to sit down like a good girl and do paperwork for my master, for a decade, without masturbating. I called this masterpiece of a divine rune, the Divine Wage ve Brand, or DIVASLAB for convenience. Preparations done, I consulted my Mirror of Answers and observed possible situations for a hapless mortal damsel to traipse into. There were plenty of options. The world¡ªLarassia¡ªwhile not grimdark, was a dangerous ce. Injustices were abound. Evil ran amok. I nced at tentacle breeding pits, ve sprawling markets, a society of elves in all ck whose ves walked on all fours, and an erotic correctional facility for the magically insane. I massaged my clit, thighs clenching, until I found my fate. It wasn¡¯t as grand as some others, but I would be doing this for a loooooong time. Plus, the area seemed to have humans, elves, and horned people simr to myself, so I wouldn¡¯t stick out too much. With a series of esoteric hand gestures, I teleported out of my sanctum, and branded my forehead with Divap. ¡°Goodbye freedom. Hello, pleasure vedom!¡± Peril on Demand Peril on Demand ¡°Ooof!¡± Divine strength faded. My body turned leaden and I face nted into a muddy pond. I got on my knees, body slowly adjusting to its weakened state. ¡°Ow ow¡­¡± Songbirds chirped. A scent of wet trees and grass permeated the cool morning air. Moss coated trees scaled into staggering heights. I cleaned up, and looked around. A stone monolith stood at the crossroads. One way lie the Faeless Woods, in another the Portsburg, and in third the Middletown. I followed the road to Middletown, ignoring the warningbel some helpful adventurer had added beneath it. Quite soon, I remembered what it¡¯s like being a naked mortal in the woods. Lazy lifetimes on Earth and in my sanctum had made me forget there was such a thing as temperature, and wind. And oh boy, was it windy when the forest opened up. It sucked the heat straight out my core. My dark nipples stood frigid against my arm as I hugged myself for warmth. I began to quiver, relishing every ray of the rising spring sun, begging it to climb faster. ¡°Ugh! Should¡¯ve packed clothes. It would have been so much sexier when they strip¡ªAAAH!¡± I tripped. Rope snapped taut around my ankle. Before my face could embrace mud, I was two meters high, still screaming. The tree I hung from rustled. Tripwires snapped, and more ropes pped across my naked body like whips, wrapping me in a haphazard bondage. When it stopped, my legs were bound together. One of my wrists was against my back, and the other tied to my horn. I hung upside down, tilted at an awkward forty five degree angle, back bent in a decidedly unerotic manner. There was slightly too much pressure on my ribs forfort. Loose bristles of rope tickled my left nipple in the most infuriating manner imaginable. A single strand was wedged between my teeth. The knot portion of the would-be gag pressed against my butt. Even the crotch-rope, which I¡¯d seen sprung up on previous adventuresses, was wedged between my smoothbia and thigh! And¡ª Ptangggg! Oh, so the aphrodisiac dart did trigger. It missed my butt by an inch, and flew from the owl-hole before me straight to the tree behind me. Furious, I red at the fluffy red-feathered dart, as I slowly rotated. ¡°Phtraitor! Thiff ifn¡¯t how ift fuppofed to fo!¡± I sucked in some drool, groaning. The trap was supposed toy rope onto my sensitive zones, binding me tightly in artistic shibari. I was supposed to be hit by aphrodisiac, which prevented orgasm, while heightening sensitivity, to make the crotch-rope a nightmare of pleasurable denial. I was SUPPOSED to be enjoying in ultimate erotic peril right now, to be relishing a virginal sip of my lifelong yearning. Cool breeze washed over me. I sneezed. ¡°Bhrrr¡­ Hrrr¡­ Pheafe finf me faft...¡± Sun climbed up, and began to slide down. No one came to capture tme. My nipple had gotten itchy I could have murdered a medium sized vige to have it scratched. I felt a bit light-headed from all the blood in my head. Fingers in my right hand didn¡¯t feel right at all. Drool was continuously dribbling past my rope-gag, and onto my face. Yuck. Of greater concern were the deepening shadows of the woods, and was that a howl? It sounded close, almost as if... I rotated, and stared at a dark-grey wolf the size of a horse. No way. Was I going to die? No. I was an immortal demi-goddess. I wouldn¡¯t die. I would be forced to do menial paperwork for a decade. Adrenaline surged. I began struggling in earnest. Grunting, I struggled as panic began to envelop me. My limbs were stiff from the cold. ¡°Woof!¡± The monstrously oversized wolf (henceforth called direwolf) approached gingerly. ¡°Pfoo, pfoo! Baf foggy!¡± It circled beneath me, eyeing me hungrily, like I was a strung up piece of meat. Its maw opened with sharp teeth and a drooling tongue. This was not my fetish! I squirmed my left wrist free, and fumbled for the rope to climb. My grip kept slipping off. I was too weak. The direwolf craned its neck towards mine, jaws open. ¡°Heeewp! Fomepofy heeewp!¡± Teeth brushed against my neck. A whistle. The direwolf withdrew. Its fur stood up and it leapt backwards, growling at the long-eared shadow between two trees. ¡°Lookie here. Think you owe me one,¡± said a smoky female voice. A deeper, gruffier, yet all the same feminine voice replied. ¡°Gods¡¯ butts. A draess? Wasn¡¯t just the woods whispering this time.¡± ¡°This time?¡± the first voice scoffed. ¡°When have I heard wrong? Hm?¡± ¡°Last Tuesday.¡° ¡°Hey! That was during a storm, and an elemental storm at that.¡± ¡°Ye, an¡¯ you should¡¯ve admitted you couldn¡¯t hear shit then.¡± ¡°Teh¡­¡± ¡°Woof!¡± ¡°Ye, ye, you wanna wrestle for who gets the meal?¡± The gruffy voiced woman stepped into the dwindling sunlight. She had braided red hair, eyes like a frozen tundra. She was a human, over two meters tall with a frame of amazonian might. Blue tattoos ran over her abs and muscled limbs. Her enormous breasts were bound with leather, and on her wide hips rested the pelt of a white-furred direwolf, which put the one beneath me to shame. She pped her hands together. Tattoos red over her body, and her fingers transformed into long ws. The woman growled. ¡°What¡¯s it gonna be, puppy?¡± I tightened my thighs, swallowing. The direwolf beneath me meeped, turned tail, and fled into the woods. ¡°Ye, that¡¯s what I thought.¡± The big woman dispelled her magic. ¡°Fifaffyh,¡± I breathed in relief. ¡°How¡¯s she still talking?¡± The elf took the hood off of antern, and bathed me in light. I shied from the sudden brightness, squinting. They came to inspect me. ¡°Your trap¡¯s a bust,¡± the elf said. ¡°Ye... Squirrel must¡¯ve nibbled the rm rope or somesuch.¡± ¡°Sguiffeh! Huu beffeh take fafe, I¡ª¡± ¡°Shut it for a bit...¡± Big fingers gagged me. I whimpered, gagging on the taste of mud, grime, and sweat. They plucked the rope wedged into my mouth, pulled on it painfully hard and moved it under my chin. ¡°Ye were saying?¡± ¡°Phuah¡­ Ahh.¡± I red at the two, while the brightntern light still forced me to squint. ¡°A squirrel nibbled on the rm? I could¡¯ve died! Why by the gods would you set such traps in the middle of the road in the woods, and not check them?¡± A day of neglect and misery was starting to sour into anger. I seethed. ¡°And these ropes? What in the Abyss? If you can¡¯t tie things properly, just set ups or something. And why did I hang in range of wolves in the first ce? Are you an idio¡ª¡± She shoved her huge thumb on my tongue, and locked my jaw in ce. ¡°Listen here drae. We ain¡¯t hunters.¡± ¡°Guahh?¡± I feigned surprise. She came close to my face. Those arctic cruel eyes bored into mine like spears, pinning my words into my throat. Her voice purred, resonating deep in my womb. ¡°We catch dumb butts like ye. Don¡¯t care what ye were yesterday. Tomorrow onwards yer gonna be trained into a ve. For ye specifically, that means learning how to lick cunts and suck cocks, until that¡¯s all ye can think about.¡± She grinned wickedly. ¡°Capiche?¡± I bit her finger. She withdrew, cursing. I had masturbated to this exact moment eighty or so times before picking her, and knew how to pick the route of most ravishing. Defiance invariably led to harsher punishments, stricter bondage, and more humiliating training. However, the sleep dart in my shoulder still came as a total surprie. ¡°Ouch? Whah?¡± Really odd. Uppity attitude always led to the ve being fucked right there and then. What givezz... Zzzzz... Ghost Touch Ghost Touch Half asleep, I shifted. Metal clinked. ¡°Mnnngh?¡± My eyes fluttered open. A hazy dream fled me, slowly reced by a blurry recollection of yesterday¡¯s events. I¡¯d been captured by ver bandits. The thought sent a horny throbb to my sex, which jolted me to full wakeness. Immediately, I took stock of my new bondage. A big metal cor encircled my neck, connecting me to the wooden floor with a long loose chain. Thick manacles bound my wrists together behind my back. I tugged on my bindings, and to my delight, found myself helpless to escape them. Heat rushed to my inner thighs and sex. I wiggled against the shackles again to let the army of subby braincells in my head take in that delightful realization again and again. A giggle of glee might¡¯ve escaped my lips. Finally. FINALLY! Oh how I¡¯d longed to be here, a beautiful damsel bound to be used. Had my tongue not been parched, I¡¯d have salivated. I shuffled over to the wall mounted bottle feeders. At the tip of a metal tube, water droplets pooled under a button sized metal ball trapped within the tube. It was simr to some pet bottle feeders I¡¯d seen on Earth. The thought excited me, as I reached for the metal with fumbling licks. Here I was, a mighty demi-goddess, reduced to a pet, begging a metal cock for water. My cheeks flushed bright pink. Worse yet, my tongue and lips were among my more sensitive zones. The cool pressure on my tongue, and hard metallic tang on my lips, over time these alone worked me into an intense rut. Hot tension grew in my sex. My excitement began to drip down my thighs and ass. I closed my eyes, doubling my efforts to figure out the bottle feeder. Trickles of cool water rewarded me, as I learned to adopt a steady rhythm of gulps and licks. Unconsciously, I began to move my hips as if I were riding a cock. ¡°Looking goodssie.¡± The redhead amazon entered my cell with a bucket. Startled, I jerked from the drinking tube. I tried to cover myself, but bound as I was, it only resulted in me awkwardly stumbling onto my butt. ¡°I-I¡­¡± My voice cracked under the pressure of her gaze. My fantasies and physical reality crashed together. Suddenly, I realized just how naked I was, of how my most vulnerable areas were exposed, and currently being ravaged by my captor¡¯s lustful gaze. ¡°What? Did a night-demon take yer chutzpah?¡± She poured the bucket¡¯s contents¡ªstew of some kind¡ªinto a through next to the water feeder. ¡°Eat. Am gonna quiz some questions while ye chow.¡± ¡°But¡­ My arms.¡± I tugged on them. The manacles clinked. She lorded over me, grinning. ¡°Ye?¡± ¡°Ah, but...¡± Gods, she smelled hot. ¡°Did ye need arms to drink?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Musky. Strong. Overwhelming... ¡°Here, lemme help.¡± ¡°Eaaah!¡± She led my face to the feed through by the horn. My feet kicked loose hay on the floor as she pressed my face into the stew. ¡°Gulp, gulp,ssie.¡± She lifted me an inch. I sucked in a breath. ¡°Please¡­ A¡ª¡± She pressed me back down. ¡°Gulp. Gulp. Chew. Chew. Ye get? Ain''t that hard.¡± ¡°Mmmh! Mhhh-hm!¡± I tried to nod, but her grip might¡¯ve as well been cast from steel. ¡°Good. Get on with it, we¡¯ve got things to do.¡± She released me. I caught my breath, body shivering from the bullying, eyes tearing. My stomach growled. Shameless, I knelt into a position to eat from the through like livestock. She patted my upturned butt. ¡°Goodss. Ye have a name?¡± ¡°Ion.¡± ¡°Virgin?¡± ¡°A¡­ Ah¡­¡± I averted my gaze. ¡°I¡¯ve never had sex.¡± ¡°Fertile?¡± Gosh! My face must¡¯ve turned red. I tensed my thighs, and whispered, ¡°T-to my knowledge. Yes.¡± ¡°Great. Family, affiliations? Now¡¯s not the time to hold back, if there¡¯s anyone who¡¯d pay ransom for yer ass.¡± I swallowed a meat chunk. ¡°None.¡± ¡°Hehee. Got any skills?¡± ¡°I¡­ N-none worth mentioning.¡± She gave me an honest spank. I squealed, eyes wide. ¡°I¡¯ll decide what¡¯s worth what. What were ye? Where''re ye from?¡± ¡°A¡­¡± Of crap. I didn¡¯t know a damn about this world, not without divine ability telling me everything. I had to spin a lie. ¡°I¡¯m¡­¡± ¡°Ye?¡± She tilted her head menacingly. Actually. Nevermind about lying. I¡¯d never been good at them. ¡°I was a freeloader,¡± I admitted, ears burning with shame, as I lowered my gaze. ¡°I lived by the edge of town¡­ Off of my rtive¡¯s handouts. They wanted me to¡­ I-I left the town on my own.¡± ¡°Reeeeeaally? All naked?¡± ¡°Aaaah¡­ I-I think I got caught up in some kind of magic. It transported me here like this.¡± She shrugged. ¡°Eh. Aight.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Having finished, I licked stew from my lips. ¡°I didn¡¯t get your name?¡± ¡°Miss. Trainer, or Trainer.¡± Trainer unlocked my leash from the floor and pulled me to follow. ¡°Understand yer situation yet?¡± I was led through a corridor of cells, all empty. Huh, that¡¯s weird. I remembered them always being full of ves in training. ¡°Agh!¡± My leash was yanked. ¡°Un-der-stand?¡± ¡°Y-yes. I¡¯m¡­ you¡¯re going to try to turn me into a ve?¡± ¡°Ha. Yer already a ve alreadyssie. We¡¯re turning ye into one worth something. Yer gonna learn how to serve, how to entertain, an¡¯ how to keep yerself good for yer owner.¡± ¡°Ah.¡± My sex throbbed in anticipation. I couldn¡¯t wait to be forced to kneel before her, to be reprimanded for my no doubt sloppy oral technique, and for gagging on cocks. Soon! Soon this degenerate slut was going to get her first dick. Aaahn, just the thought made me gush. We entered a small room furnished with ropes and vials. ¡°Eh?¡± I looked around. Where were the assistants with erections and strapons? I¡¯d never seen this room used by the bandits before. She left me standing in the center, and removed my leash, and unlocked my wrists. ¡°Now, hold still, unless you wanna get hurt. Am gonna fix ye in ce.¡± Eeeh? Trainer picked up a silver pendant set with gems glowin an ethereal turquoise hue, and slipped it around my neck. My wrists were locked to a chain, hanging low enough from the ceiling that I might sit in a kneeling position. ¡°First thing we do is check resistance. Now, since ye didn¡¯t get hit with that dart we¡¯re gonna do it here.¡± Trainer pressed her finger to the pendant, and fed it a few sparks of her mana. The gems glowed brighter. ¡°Wha- what¡¯s going to happen to me?¡± ¡°Yer gonna learn to beg.¡± Trainer chuckled wickedly. Ghostly hands floated into being, approaching me. Trainer left, and locked the door. I shivered, squealing as a hand caught my ankle. ¡°Eeeh! Hah?¡± Cool. Soft. The touch felt like an oily massage. It moved up my calf, sending my skin to goosebumps, and making me arch my back as I bit back another mewl. Where the hand slid off, my skin glistened, wet with some ethereal lubricant. Then, several dozen ghostly hands appeared, and began to float to my body. ¡°H-hi, friends?¡± Interrogation Interrogation Those fiends! First five seconds, I held hopes of them rushing to ravish me and melt my brain with a ghostly climax. An hourter, I understood that release was not on their agenda. Their slick ghostly caress slid all over me. My butt, my back, inner thighs. Theirs was the touch smoothest silk, if silk had the skills of a grandmaster masseur. A cruel perverted grandmaster masseur, who uses their powers not forfort, but for¡ª ¡°A-ahnn¡­ Close. There¡­ There, please, please, oh please press it a little longer,¡± I pleaded, shivering on the edge, as oily slick fingers tweaked my pointy ears. My inner muscles began to clench, climax impending. My fists tightened, and toes curled in anticipation. I begged. I moaned, leaning against the hand¡¯s divine touch, while two dozen more groped softly at my body. ¡°Pleasepleasepleasepleasssshh¡­¡± A second more and I''d cum. All hands ceased teasing at that second. ¡°Haaaahhh!!¡± I shouted, screamed in anger. Moments of hypersensitivity trembled by at cial speed. I gasped for air, rubbing my thighs, humping, desperate to push myself over, but such pleasure was forbidden from me. As my brain sailed in that fuzzy half-consciousness of yearning, the hands returned. One closed around my neck, too loose to choke. Another touched my lips, fleeing all attempts to be kissed. Four simply fondled my butt. Eight traced the outline of my legs over and over. Seven roamed my quivering abs, back, hefting my breasts, strategically avoiding so much as brushing my nipples. Four massaged my bound arms. Three more caressed my face, ears, and horns. Gods, even my horns, which I¡¯d thought almost numb, were beginning to feel the tingles! And one hand¡ªone measly hand¡ªtraipsed between my legs, dancing on the edges of my erogenous zones. The slow buildup of tease began anew. I scream-sobbed, frustrated beyond words! Uncountable hours passed. My bondage began to chafe. Every muscle in my body trembled. Ghostly lubricant slid down every cranny and curve of my flesh, dripping into a puddle beneath me. I begged the hands to let me cum, pleaded with them, negotiated, threatened. Nothing took. Time and time again, I neared the big-O, only to be denied. Tears of frustration ran down my red hot cheeks. I was very much ready to throw in the towel, to grovel and beg, to humiliate myself if it meant climax. Door opened. Trainer entered. Yess! ¡°Hissie. How¡¯s it hanging?¡± ¡°Miss th-trainer¡­ Phlease¡­¡± ¡°Here, this¡¯ll help.¡± She pressed my cheeks together, forcing my jaw open. I was force-fed soup, and gulped it down eagerly, not realizing how thirty and hungry I¡¯d been. ¡°Good girl.¡± She wiped spige from my lips, and gave my cheek a humiliating pinch. Helplessly aroused as I was, I could only think of aeback as wet and floppy as my loins. ¡°Please let me cum, Miss Trainer. You don¡¯t need to train me to beg. I¡¯ll do anything if you end this torment.¡± And I really would have. The burning was more insufferable than a hot summer day without aircon. ¡°Hmm?¡± She canted her head to the side, studying me sceptically. ¡°Bark.¡± ¡°Wha?¡± ¡°Bark like a dog.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ I...¡± Heat rushed to my cheeks at the thought. She crossed her arms and gave me a catty smile. I couldn''t believe it. One of my darker fantasies was going to be fulfilled here in this dank sex-stained cell. If I obeyed, I¡¯d be her pet¡ªher animal ve. I¡ªan isekaid demi-goddess from Earth with power to bend reality to my will¡ªwas going to debase myself to cum. A little bit of my lewd juices trickled down my thighs. ¡°Wo¡­ Awo.... Ah¡­¡± Words whimpered in my throat. Looking Trainer in the eye became impossible as embarrassment froze me. ¡°Aight. See yater.¡± She turned to leave. ¡°No wait!¡± I begged, tugging my chains. Heedless of my plight, Trainer closed the door. The hands reappeared, resuming their torment. I had no choice. ¡°W-woof. Woof! WOOF!¡± I barked and barked. The door opened again. Trainer peeked inside, ring at me with a malicious grin. ¡°Good girl. Now beg like the bitch you are.¡± I whined at the insult, my perverted pride epting it as fuel on the arousal pyre. Like the bitch I am, I let my tongue loll out to pant, whined as pitifully as a hurtbradoodle, and wiggled my tush as if I had a tail. Never in my life had I been as humiliated. Cursed pervert that I am, such shame only worsened my need to cum. I couldn¡¯t take it much longer. Rubbing my thighs together, writhing in hopes of arousing her pity, I continued to beg Miss Trainer, my pride entirely discarded and devoured by my slutty nature. Her lips contorted in a pursed grin bursting with wicked intent. ¡°Hmhehehe good bitch. Good bitch. Aight.¡± ¡°W-woof?¡± I barked, lolling my tongue. Please let me cum. ¡°Aight, aight. Hold on.¡± Trainer¡¯s eyes searched herself, before darting straight down to her muck-stained leather boots. ¡°Ah! Puppy bitches¡¯ favorite hump toy. Here, help yourself. It¡¯s a lil filthy, but so¡¯s yer cunt so that¡¯s a good match.¡± My eyes widened in fresh shock, when Trainer poked my knees apart and presented the upper part of her dirty boot. Smears of mud, grime, and all sorts of nasty clung to it. It was disgusting. So god-awful damned disgusting. I should¡¯ve barfed! Instead, I barked. I had to cum. Leaning my hips forward, I nted my lewdly slick oh-so sensitized and neglected slit on the boot. Bliss, pure bliss. Inhumanly indulgent sounds half-groan half-sob escaped my lips. ¡°Eyes up, bitch.¡± Trainer¡¯s voice sent a jolt through me. My eyes shot up instantly. ¡°W-woof?¡± ¡°Game¡¯s over, yer just a ve again,ssie. How¡¯s the boot feel?¡± She pivoted her foot upwards. The tapered tip parted my aching sex. I pressed against it hard, and ground myself on the shoe, moaning, ¡°Mn-aaahn¡­¡± World around me melted into a slur of delight. After hours upon hours of cruel denial, the crude pleasure of rubbing my ve cunt on leather was more heavenly than any golem dick I¡¯d conjured in my centuries of heavenly istion. Cumming was quick, explosive, and floor smatteringly messy. I screamed, my whole body convulsing. I heaved and continued to writhe like a tormented worm. Steel bit into my wrists and I clutched my chains, nearly losing myself in the throes of the thought consuming orgasm. Before I could recover, a shoe pressed into my still orgasming cunny, sending a jolt of almost pain through. ¡°Ha! Aaghn¡­¡± A hand grabbed my horn, forcing my drool, snot, and tear drenched face to meet Trainer¡¯s cruel gaze. ¡°Ye really a virgin? Ne¡¯er met maidens this slutty before. Most take a week or few, but ye¡­ Yer taking to this suspiciously fast. ¡®S almost as if ye¡¯re enjoying all o¡¯ this.¡± Her boot wiggled, sending spasms through me. ¡°A-ahng...¡± ¡°Not to mention, ye took the road despite all the signs and warnings they¡¯ve put up. Did you know we¡¯d be in the woods?¡± Her cold gaze bore into me dangerously. I nced sideways, struggling to construct a lie, giving it away before my lips could part. ¡°Guess ye did,¡± she surmised. A crumbling whimper died in my throat. ¡°Ah¡­ I¡­¡± In a smooth motion, Trainer drew a curved dagger from her belt and pressed naked steel beneath my chin. I froze in abject terror. Cold sweat washed off my erotic heat. Trainer¡¯s voice lowered to a growl as she leaned in. ¡°Let¡¯s redo the quiz again,ssie. This time, I catch so much as a whiff of a lie and¡­ well, ah¡¯m sure ye can imagine.¡± I felt my heartbeat quicken against the dagger¡¯s de. I swallowed. ¡°I-I understand.¡± ¡°Swell. Keep yer eyes on mine. Name?¡± ¡°Ion.¡± ¡°Ye knew we¡¯d be in these woods, didn¡¯t ye?¡± ¡°Y-yes.¡± ¡°Got any tracking spells on ye?¡± ¡°None that I¡¯m aware of.¡± ¡°Hm. Ye a spy?¡± ¡°No.¡± She paused. ¡°But someone did send you here?¡± ¡°No.¡± Trainer¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°Ye some kinda vignte then?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°But ye are ye tryin¡¯ to catch us, right?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not.¡± ¡°The Hells?¡± She blinked, her anger abated if only by a smidge. ¡°Who the heck are ye then, and why¡¯d yee looking for trouble, if ye knew this was where ye¡¯d end up in? An¡¯ before ye speak: Think. Lies got only one kinda reward over here.¡± I nodded, crumbling into a ck hole of despair internally. What the hecking heckity heck am I supposed to say to cate this bandit? If I¡¯d ever been a good liar, those skills had all but evaporated during the few century fap-a-thon. No way was I fast-talking myself back into slutty luxury of sex-very. I¡¯d restricted my body, including my mental faculties, to function on the level of a regr mortal. Trainer would see right through me. My fun is over if she finds out that I¡¯m a demi-goddess. That much was for certain, right? If this human knew she was a toy in the personal fun times of an immortal being of unimaginable power, she would never ever dare to raise her hand against me, much less treat me like the slutty horny ve-bitch I ached to be. At best she would go along with my request out of fear of punishment. At worst, she¡¯d outright worship me. Tears ran down my flushed cheeks. I whimpered in anger, frustrated at having to give up this pleasure so soon, yet unable to conceive a way out. I steeled myself for the inevitable loss, and spoke. ¡°I¡¯m Ion, a demi-god of knowledge and magic. Servant of the Seven Star Celestial. I¡¯ve been watching you turn women into sex ves for years, and came here in a mortal disguise to experience it for myself. Truth be told, I¡¯m a degenerate masochist. I love sexual abuse. I love being restrained, humiliated, and being treated like a cheap object. I¡¯ve dreamt of being trained into a sex ve for centuries.¡± There, my depravities wereid out naked for Trainer tough at. Trainer blinked, retreating a step. ¡°I¡­ Uh, I¡¯ll be right back.¡± ¡°No¡­ wait! WAIT!¡± Door mmed shut before my screams. No matter how I struggled, the bonds held, and no matter how I begged, the hands once more descended upon me, dragging me back into that ecstatic agony of near climax. Bad News Bad News Bad news: My orgasm denial and tease continued for several agonizing hours. Good news: Neither the elf hunter nor the amazonian trainer believed my story. My ve training resumed. While barely conscious from a missed night of sleep and intense ache to cum, I was removed from the ghost-hand cell, then shoved into a small room, hosed with ice-cold water, and bound again. A short chain was attached to my ankle irons, restraining me to tiny steps. My wrists were attached to a thick shackle fixed around my narrow waist, and my elbows shackled together behind my back, forcing me to arch my back. Cruel, cruel vers. I couldn¡¯t reach my breasts, nor my slit! To make matters worse, they locked a chastity belt on me. Thankfully it came with a deliciously thick ass filling plug. Oh, and another big plus! They gagged me again, this time with a slimy wooden cock that reached my throat, and forced my jaw wide. Mmph, delicious. Naked, restrained, and led on a leash across the dank halls of their hideout, I felt like the ve I was. ¡°Came tah find us all on ¡®er own. Girl¡¯s a virgin and actually wanted to be enved. She¡¯s kooky as a headless goblin, that one,¡± said Trainer. ¡°Thought she was a god or sumthin¡¯.¡± The elf gave me a frowning nce. ¡°Untrainably kooky, or ¡®aww shit, we gotta sell her for discount¡¯ kooky?¡± ¡°Eeeh¡­¡± Trainer tilted her head from side to side. ¡°¡®ard to say yet. Got ¡®er to woof, and cum on mah boot.¡± ¡°So, submissive, but crazy?¡± ¡°About sums ''er up, yeh.¡± The elf nodded. ¡°Alright. A natural ve, with a touch of crazy. I can work with that. Get her ready as soon as you can, I¡¯ll go find a buyer. Shouldn¡¯t take more than two weeks, but if I¡¯m not back by next month...¡± ¡°Ah¡¯ll ask ck to send a crow to check on ye.¡± ¡°Great. And do try keep an eye on this one. We¡¯ll end up with cors ourselves if we try and cross the border without a fat bag of cash.¡± They are fleeing the country? That exined why thepound had no other ves. ¡°Hear, hear. Don¡¯t ye worry. This one won¡¯t give me tah slip. Promise.¡± This one? I had to have missed a development, if thest few ves had somehow managed to escape captivity. But how? The training facility was secure, the ves were monitored, and kept restrained through the clock. The elf nodded, exchanged a multi-step gangsta handshake with Trainer, and departed. Light of the outdoors blinded me momentarily, until the door closed. For a moment, I stared at Trainer¡¯s muscr back, listening to the sounds of my own gagged breathing. Drool flowed past my lips, staining my breasts, flowing down my abs. Juices of my arousal glued the chastity belt against my pussy. ¡°Mhhhhngh.¡± I shivered with anticipation. Two weeks of torment, ve training, pleasure torture. Just the thought of it made me drool. ¡°Aight.¡± Trainer turned to me with a serious expression. ¡°Ah prayed for divine guidancest night, and mah spiritguide told me ye really are a demigoddess. Ah can¡¯t apologize enough.¡± She knelt beside me and began unlocking my bindings. I tried to step back. ¡°MMHG?¡± Trainer frowned, her face one of determined apology. ¡°Hold on. Ah will untie ye. We can figure out how to regain yer powers and get ye back to tah Heavens. Ye can take mah soul to atone for mah sins against yer grace.¡± Why? Why-hyhyhyhyyyyyy¡­ Yyyyyhh. I sobbed as the shackles came undone. She freed my limbs, removed my spit slicked gag, and took off my cunny-juice smeared chastity belt. Frustrated and enraged, I grabbed the trainer by her cloak¡¯s cor. ¡°Did you not listen to anything I said? I want this!¡± ¡°But¡­¡± Trainer blinked and took a step backwards. ¡°You¡¯re a goddess.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t a goddess get ravished when she wants to? Huh? Who are you to police my sexual desires? You¡¯re a ver! You¡¯re supposed to be a ruthless girl taming, breaking, selling ver for Gods¡¯ sakes!¡± ¡°Ah have changed.¡± Trainer looked away guiltily. I tightened my grip on her cor. ¡°Huh? Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuh?¡± ¡°There was ah girl, a blonde elf named Sunshard. Ah couldn¡¯t do it. Ah let ¡®er go and mah spiritguide finally spoke to me again. Ah been pretending, biding mah time to turn mahpanion in.¡± I released her, and held my head, stumbling backwards. ¡°No¡­¡± ¡°Is all truth. Ah swear.¡± Trainer held a hand to her chest. I stumbled backwards, my voice one of shock. ¡°Then why tease me with all that good stuff?¡± ¡°All to keep mah partner fooled. Ah¡¯m sorry.¡± My back bumped against the wall and I slumped down into despair. Was there anything I could do to escape impending freedom? Overpower Trainer and betray her to the elf? Impossible. I was in a mortal body. Could I¡­ Perhaps¡­ What if¡­ All I got was nks and nks and more nks. As Trainer set her reassuring palm on my shoulder and pulled me into a gentle hug, I came to ept that my ns of bing a sex ve were doomed. ¡°Don¡¯t cha worry, mah goddess. We¡¯ll get ye out of here.¡± Next few days passed in a daze. I was clothed. Fed. Taken care of by Trainer. The amazonian warrior carried me across wilderness, pampering me every night, praying for my forgiveness while I gave her a betrayed deadpan stare. She took me to the closest temple of Ion. I had temples. Hah. Who¡¯d have thunk, right? Well, the Ion before me had temples. It was the dryest most boringest ce you could possibly imagine. Walls were drab gray. Furniture was gray. The worshippers¡¯ clothes were gray. Heck, even their food was gray! It was a temple full of mousy old crones and men with collections of odd trinkets, books, and esoteric spells of questionable usefulness. Trainer submitted herself to servitude in the temple, and cleaned my feet for¡­ I¡¯d like to say a month, but it might¡¯ve been a week. That¡¯s how bored I was. I tried to escape the ce, first to get myself at least captured and ravished by a rowing band of orcs or something! Then, after several failures, I escaped simply to try and get myself put into bondage. I mean, being bound and taken care of by your worshippers would¡¯ve been a decent humiliation y. But nah. The monks had spells to keep me inside the temple and to keep me prude. In the end, I gave up and tapped out via DIVASLAB, epting a decade of paperwork as my punishment for not picking a perilous enough peril. I won¡¯t go into detail about what happened next. Let¡¯s just summarise: Agonizingly boring. There. Ten years of my life in two words. Afterwards, while fapping furiously, I contacted the spiritguide who had ratted me out, and found out something interesting. The spiritguide and many other lesser deities and demi-gods had amunicationwork of sorts called Lesser Deities¡¯ Afternoon Club, where they shared their ns to ensure no-one¡¯s affairs ovepped. Surprise surprise, the former Ion apparently had been too much of a shut-in hermit to join the club. That¡¯s where we are now, and that''s how I found this ce to share my stories in. I¡¯m posting this escapade, as well as some of my thoughts on trying to live a kink-positive life as a deity, on the Lesser Deities¡¯ Afternoon Club. Hopefully some of you will find useful tips from my romps for how to prepare sexy adventures in the mortal world. Also, please don¡¯t hate me for being a reincarnation. Take care of me y''all! Mortal Consent Not Violated (in your face Dynja!) Mortal Consent Not Vited (in your face Dynja!) Howdy-Hi! It¡¯s me, the degenerate neighborhood masochist reincarnated as Ion, the demi-goddess of knowledge and magic; servant of the Seven Star Celestial. You might remember me from the recountment of my capture by bandits and subsequent failure to get trained as a sex ve. Alternatively, you might be familiar with my kink positive columns at the Lesser Deities¡¯ Afternoon Club, and have identally stumbled upon my more scandalous writings, in which case, I hope you enjoy. Oh, and if you¡¯re reading this in hopes of digging up dirt on me (looking at you Dynja), then get WRECKED! I practise what I preach. No mortals are harmed in any of my sexcapades, and the only consent which is even remotely dubious is mine, which it isn¡¯t, because as mentioned I am a degenerate of the highest order and wish for this torment to be done unto me. Aight, that oughta preemptively settle all the whiners andiners. There were a fewst time, if you can imagine! Now, let¡¯s get to the wet sloppy meat of the matter: My review of the Lucky Gimp¡¯s all service hotel. I discovered them after developing a scrying spell, which looked for ces where selected keywords ovepped (the spell will be avable in my uing kink-positivity course for demi-gods and goddesses, more details at the end). Incidentally, the words I searched for were bondage, professional bdsm, gag, humiliation. From the outside, the Lucky Gimp¡¯s looked like an old castle repurposed as a spa resort. It sat on the hill of a verdant mountain, overlooking a small town on the quiet eastern edges of Hallonia¡ªa medium sized human democracy with a symbolic monarchy. However, the bleached walls and bronze domes hid beneath them a terribly lewd secret. I won¡¯t lie. I spent half a decade gathering my courage and fapping to the ce, before I dared to take on a mortal disguise and enter it. Once again, I set on myself the DIVASLAB binding rune, which sealed my powers as a demi-goddess, and set myself a death condition, where I¡¯d have to do paperwork if my mortal body perished. Wisened from thest time, I studied up on the local drae culture before adopting my disguise. Luckily, light-gray with a twinge of pinkish purple was a regr skin color among the neighboring drae theocracy, so I could easily pass as some ambassador¡¯s sexually repressed secretary. I tied my long tinum blonde hair into a slightly too tight bun, hid my golden glowing eyes behind angr sses, pushed my long perfect legs into stockings and pencil skirt, and bound my slim waist with a corset, which perked up my already perky breasts. A white button-up blouse and leather suitcase finished my ensemble. In an effort to maximize the tightly-wound up secretary look, I turned my natural tomboyish smirk into a taut frown. I was beautiful, ravishingly so! Despite the urge to masturbate, I finished the preparations and teleported myself to a safe location outside the Lucky Gimp. A jingle rang as I entered the foyer of yesteryear¡¯s luxury preserved by wax and manualbor. The receptionist, a charismatically matured woman in a tailored suit, greeted me with a genuine smile. ¡°Wee to the Lucky Gimp, Miss. I am Mrs. Gradvoyre, your receptionist, and one of the Lucky Gimp¡¯s numerous service assistants.¡± A blush crept to my cheeks. I¡¯d seen her pump an elfss¡¯ ass full with an enema, when spying the ce. I adjusted my sses, and nodded promptly. ¡°A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Gradvoyre, I am Ion, if a first name suffices. I was made to understand that your establishment allows customers to maintain a certain discretion.¡± ¡°Of course, Miss Ion.¡± She smiled, producing paperwork from behind the counter. ¡°This¡¯ll be your first stay, I presume?¡± ¡°Correct.¡± ¡°Mm-hm.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre crossed a box. ¡°But I have been made familiar with what the establishment provides, in great detail,¡± I hurried to add. ¡°I¡¯m likewise familiar with the safety precautions and legalities.¡± ¡°Splendid. Regardless, I¡¯m required to have you read and understand these. Sign them when you are done.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre handed me a stack of documents. I smiled awkwardly, epting the papers. ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°You may take any of the seats, while perusing them. I¡¯ll have tea and biscuits brought.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Truth be told, I hardly read anything on the papers. It was all legal jargon about this and that and that and this and so forth¡ªnothing of consequence. The tea was pleasant though, and the biscuits were freshlybaked. In half an hour, with all formalitiespleted, Mrs. Gravoyre sat beside me on the aged velvet sofa and handed me a brochure with the suite options. She smelled of cerry andtex. ¡°Small Peril is popr among the first time clients,¡± Mrs. Gravoyre exined, leaning against me to point at a picture of a youngdy in scant lingerie and ck leather bondage. ¡°The suitees with three scheduled pleasure and rxation sessions per day, and a personal service assistant. All the sessions can be pre-chosen from the Pretty Bitch menu.¡± When her mature voice spoke the word, it sounded like she was calling me her bitch already. I tugged on my cor, breathing slightly heavier against my corset. ¡°I see.¡± ¡°A slightly more extravagant choice is the Princess¡¯ Breaking suite, which includes three personal assistant, a personalized schedule by our finest pleasure consultants.¡± ¡°Aha¡­¡± It was getting hot. I squirmed covertly, struggling to make a decision. ¡°So many options...¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre giggled softly. ¡°Yes, it can be quite daunting. May I pose a personal question, Miss Ion?¡± ¡°Certainly.¡± I swallowed. ¡°What kind of budget are you looking to spend during your stay?¡± Sighing with relief, I managed to look her up in the eye. ¡°Eleven gold.¡± ¡°Hm, and the duration of your stay?¡± ¡°To tell the truth, as long as I can afford to.¡± My ears warmed with shame. Mrs. Gradvoyre did notugh, only smiled and turned the page of the brochure. ¡°In that case I would rmend a Full Service room for ten days. The package includes everything you need, and leaves a gold leftover to use on room service, should you require further attention.¡± Ten days of pure pleasure. Ten days of unabashed enjoyment of my depraved side. My heartbeat quickened and tongue dried. ¡°Y-yes, that sounds good. One of that one please.¡± ¡°Fufufu¡­ Splendid. Let us finalize the consent forms and payment. Once that is done, I¡¯ll show you to the lockers, where you can store your clothes and other possessions. I or another receptionist will open it for you again, when your stay is over.¡± I nodded sheepishly, barely able to hear a thing over the heartbeat in my ears. When thest scratch of ink left my pen, the Lucky Gimp had been appointed as my legal guardians and owners for the next ten days. Technically speaking, so long as I would remain within the grounds and respected the contract, I was an bona fide sex ve. Soon I would be bound, helpless, and trembling to non-stop orgasms. Drool slipped my lips. Myher lips quivered. I could hardly wait! Professional Treatment Professional Treatment ¡°Splendid. Right this way please.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre¡¯s voice startled me from my submissive daydream. She collected my papers and led me upstairs to a long locker room. ¡°You may pick any of the free lockers. Strip and store your possessions within.¡± Extremely aware of her presence and asional nces, I peeled off my clothes and folded them neatly within a locker. ¡°Your undergarments as well.¡± ¡°O-oh, but I presumed¡­¡± ¡°Whilst that lingerie is indeed rather ttering on your figure, I¡¯m afraid they¡¯ll be in the way of the scheduled bath. Rest assured, your potential outfit kinks will be seen to by the personal assistants, should you request them.¡± Outfit kinks? My face burned like a pepper. I¡¯d scried Lucky Gimp''s wardrobes and knew they had everything from sexy underwear to full ontex skinsuits. Since I was already here, I figured I might just as well give it a go once or twice; feel what it¡¯s like to be an objectified rubber doll. Like a good girl, I folded my stockings,ce bra, and panties and presented myself to Mrs. Gradvoyre. She inspected me from legs to horns. ¡°Very good. A moment please.¡° Mrs. Gradvoyre locked my locker and pocketed the key. Not gona lie, there was something oddly hot about someone else taking away ess to my stuff. ¡°This way. You¡¯ll need to be washed first.¡± ¡°Washed? Oh, um¡­¡± I covered my breasts and crotch in shame whilst keeping up with her. ¡°Yes, Miss Ion?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t mean to be rude, but will you be my service assistant? If so, what should I address you as?¡± ¡°As a Full Service guest, you do not have a personal service assistant appointed. I will be merely getting you situated in your room, with all that entails. Of course, I¡¯d be happy to attend to a cute girl such as yourself, should you request me specifically.¡± Cute girl? Woosh is the sound of cheeks reddening. The habit of spending decades even centuries in heavenly istion between trips to the mortal realm had refreshed my social awkwardness. I cast my eyes to the floor and smiled like a fool. Stained ss doors parted before Mrs. Gradvoyre and a paradise of mosaic tiles, soft moans, and hot steam veiled waters spread before us. ¡°The public baths,¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre helpfully narrated, as a tanned elven woman restrained and gagged in shibari hobbled past us, following a uniformed woman presumed to be her assistant. We passed by guests of all descent and gender. All were bound. Assistants scrubbed the helpless guests¡¯ bodies, fondled their soft bits, stroked their vulnerabilities. A young redhead screamed against her gag, her body buckling as she came all over the soapy fingers of an effeminate elven man. ¡°Here we are.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre parted a curtain, leading us to a small room with bundles of ropes, gags, and restraints decorating the turquoise tiled spa walls. ¡°Miss Ion, stand at the center if you would, so that I may begin tying you up.¡± ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am,¡± I said, totally without a stutter. Mrs. Gradvoyre picked up a polished steel cor, a thick tall one with some heft to it and a single o-link at the front. She slipped behind me, and, with professional care, eased the metal around my neck. ¡°Seems I guessed your size correctly. You have a beautifully delicate neck, Miss Ion.¡± Inescapable steel sped shut with a click. My heart skipped. ¡°Thank you.¡± Weight of the metal pressed on my neck, though not ufortably so. I traced a finger down the front, dangling on the link, whilst Mrs. Gradvoyre finished locking me up. Her delicate fingers brushed my shoulder. ¡°Just to be certain, it¡¯s not overly tight, is it?¡± she asked. ¡°No, it¡¯sfortable. I-I like how it lighty cinches around my neck.¡± ¡°Splendid.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre fetched several pools of white cottony rope, a basket of washing implements, and a steel spider-gag. ¡°Are you flexible, Miss Ion?¡± ¡°Somewhat,¡± I admitted, studying with cautious anticipation the way she unspooled rope. ¡°On a scale from elven ranger to a dwarven miner?¡± ¡°I would wager myself to be closer to the elven ranger.¡± ¡°Splendid. In that case, could you raise your arms so that your elbows meet behind your head, whilst lowering your palms behind your upper back, in a prayer of sorts. That¡¯s right. Yes, very good. Now hold still.¡± I did as told as deft fingers began slipping soft cotton rope over and around my shoulders and arms. After a moment, rope tightened. My arms were bound in ce, secured by knots I had no hopes of reaching. Oh-so delightfully helpless, my desire began to re wet-hot as Mrs. Gradvoyre¡¯s fingers traipsed over my ribs, up my exposed armpit, where a tiny tuft of tinum-blonde hair bloomed. She tugged on it. ¡°Ahng...¡± ¡°Fret not, Miss Ion. You¡¯ll be squeaky clean and smooth by dinner time. Now, please hold your mouth wide open.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre picked up the spider gag. ¡°Aaahh¡­¡± ¡°Raise your tongue.¡± ¡°Anggh?¡± ¡°Yes, very good.¡± Cold taste of steel entered my mouth. The ring forced my jaws painfully wide, allowing my tongue to loll in between. My drool began to spill immediately, a dollop chasing down my chin despite an effort to swallow it. Mrs. Gradvoyre dried it with a warm towel, before it could ssh on my breasts. ¡°There we are, all snug and ready, aren¡¯t we, Miss Ion?¡± She beamed, a hand on my hip. I nodded. ¡°Nghah, huehhh¡­¡± ¡°Now, let¡¯s get you clean.¡± She slipped a hooked finger through my cor, and with brisk steps, led me back to the public baths. All at once I felt scores of eyes groping their way across my exposed flesh, gazes meeting mine with amused, knowing looks. My nips were hard and my pussy glistening with more than a sheen of sweat and steam, and they knew. They knew I was a horny girl enjoying being disyed like a trophy before them. A few of the other patrons cast sympathetic looks my way, moaning a greeting. ¡°Miss Ion, take a seat here,¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre instructed. When my tush squished against the worn mahogany stool, she added, ¡°Hold your back straight, and please spread your legs, as wide as you can.¡± Despite the embarrassment, and because of it, I obeyed, standing ever so lightly on the tips of my feet to keep my knees high, thighs wide, and back arched. Panting through my open mouth, I held the position wordlessly, whilst Mrs. Gradvoyre browsed her basket. A straight razor and a squirt-bottle of shaving cream appeared in her hand. ¡°Now rx and hold still, Miss Ion. If you have anything to say, please request my attention and I¡¯ll remove the gag.¡± ¡°Huhah,¡± I replied in acknowledgement, not questioning why I¡¯d been gagged in the first ce. Soon, Mrs. Gradvoyre¡¯s hands were painting my legs, crotch, and armpits in soft cream. I held still, breathing calmly. Every so often, she paused to pat my drool-stained chin with a towel,shing me with embarrassing reminders of the fact that I was helpless enough to require such pampering. I froze when the razor kissed my calves. A whimper escaped my lips. The de skirted over my sensitive skin, leaving behind an odd thrill of danger. The armpits were even worse. I felt that even the slightest motion would make the sharp de cut through me. ¡°You have spectacrly smooth skin, Miss Ion,¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre remarked. ¡°Gha-huh.¡± Her fingers pressed on my thigh as she knelt between my legs, bringing the de to my inner garden. I bit on my gag, swallowing a squeal. ¡°And a pretty pussy. I must say I¡¯m rather envious of your lc-greyplexion. It is as if your entire skin is a flower pedal.¡± ¡°Ngghh¡­¡± My head swooned. My pussy throbbed. Thest shear of her de left mybia mirror smooth. ¡°There we go. Did you have any anal hair, Miss Ion?¡± ¡°Gha? Nu-uh.¡± I shook my head. Mrs. Gradvoyre nodded, lips pursed tight. ¡°Just to be sure, let¡¯s check.¡± ¡°Hu? Nu-uh, hah dhon¡¯t hahh haih gheh.¡± I protested. ¡°Fret not, Miss Ion. It won¡¯t take long.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre took control of my cor, and guided me to lean me backwards. I struggled for bnce, falling if not for her hold of me. The mature receptionist leaned down, parting my butt-cheeks to inspect my asshole. ¡°Seems smooth.¡± She returned me upright, my cheeks hot with a fresh new arousing vor of shame. ¡°Please stand up and hold still.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre took a spool of fresh rope, wrapping it about my torso into a cinching web-pattern. She loosened my arm-bondage and guided me to fold them neatly against my lower back, where they were bound again and fixed to my rope harness. My legs were then bound with another spool of rope, tight white rope wrapping over and over my thighs above the knees to hobble me. Gently, guiding me by my cor, Mrs. Gradvoyre bent me over her knees as she took a seat. I was left to drool on the floor and squirm against my new restraints, while we waited for another staff-member to bring Mrs. Gradvoyre something. I looked up. My asshole puckered up in shock. ¡°Miss Ion, were you not expecting an enema? I¡¯m afraid it is a mandatory part of your washing.¡± ¡°Uhu¡­¡± Wild-eyed I stared at the arm-sized stic syringe. ¡°Do you like anal, Miss Ion?¡± ¡°Nhhhgh¡­¡± I lowered my eyes, nodding sheepishly. Mrs. Gradvoyre¡¯s voice was a gentle purr. Her fingers parted my plump ass cheeks. ¡°Good. Please rx. You may feel very full for a while, but I assure you, that is entirely natural, so try to bear with it.¡± ¡°Ng-hah!¡± Cool stic pressed against my pucker. Slick pressure applied. My gate parted. I squeezed my eyes, focusing on deep breaths as Mrs. Gradvoyre pressed the piston. A flood of silky warm liquid flooded in at a steady stream, filling up the unspeakable nooks of my behind. A small pressure began to swell in my tummy. I felt the need grow. Pressure intensified. The rope harness around my abs grew tight. ¡°Mhng!¡± I cried, kicking my feet in the air. ¡°You are doing good,¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre cooed, stroking my neck. ¡°A little more. Do you think you need a break?¡± ¡°Hak¡­ ahh¡­ nhuhhu.¡± I shook my head. Spit was hanging low from my tongue, staining the bathhouse tiles. I steeled my resolve. More cleaning fluids filled me, and then some. The entire load left me feeling bloated, filled, and oddly satisfied. I caught a few nearby gazes, and saw at once how obvious my perverted enjoyment was to them. Anyone who caught a nce of my behind would¡¯ve seen my thighs damp with arousal. No sooner had the tip of the syringe slipped out, than did another object press against my anus. I moaned, unable to hold still. ¡°A plug, Miss Ion, please don¡¯t struggle.¡± Whimpering, I managed to loosen my butthole, allowing the thick anal-plug to plop in and settle in ce. My ass might¡¯ve cum a little. ¡°There we go. We¡¯ll let the cleansing fluids sit for a few minutes. Now up we go,e on.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre helped me into a kneeling position before her. I shifted my weight, incredibly aware of the pressure in my ass and my slightly distended tummy pressing against the ropes. Drool, snot, tears, and all manner of disgrace was sliding down my face. Mrs. Gradvoyre, of course, cleaned them gently with a small towel. She picked up a toothbrush and applied paste, then took a hold of my chin. ¡°Try not to choke on your spit, Miss Ion. I¡¯ll be cleaning your teeth and tongue.¡± ¡°Mngh. Nghahh-huh?¡± ¡°Apologies, Miss Ion. I¡¯m not certain I understood. Would you like to take a pause?¡± ¡°Nggh¡­ Nu-uh.¡± ¡°Very well.¡± Fingers pinched on my tongue, drawing it out. Bristles began brushing, tickling. My body exploded into frantic squirms, held in ce only by the bondage and firm grip on my tongue. Swish-swush the brush went, drawing a waterfall of foam from my lips. I did my best to endure, whimpering and wishing for seconds to tick quicker as the brush left my tongue and moved to the teeth. By the end of the ordeal, my tongue and teeth had been vited with minty freshness and stained my cheeks with tears. Mrs. Gradvoyre set aside the cleaning instruments. She then removed my gag. ¡°An open mouth gag may be hazardous during your bathing. Would you like to remain free, or have it reced with a watertight one?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ Mmhh.¡± I licked my lips clean and swallowed. ¡°Uhm¡­ My butt¡­¡± ¡°The time will soon have psed, but you needn''t worry of it. Now, would you prefer to be gagged again, Miss Ion?¡± My first answer must¡¯ve been a peep too quiet, because she repeated her question louder¡ªloud enough for everyone nearby to hear, ¡°Miss Ion, would you prefer to be gagged during your bathing or not?¡± I cast my eyes down, squirming atop my full ass. ¡°D-do you have dick-gags?¡± ¡°Of course. The panel sealed versions are bath safe. What size would you like your dick-gag to be?¡± Large please! Biggest one you have. What my lips managed to say was, ¡°M-medium?¡± ¡°Splendid.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre turned to a nearby staff-member. ¡°Jones, could you fetch Miss Ion a medium panel dick gag?¡± ¡°At once, ma¡¯am,¡± Jones, a ruggedly handsome man replied, casting my pitiful state an unabashedly leery gaze. A minute crawled by. My rear still felt all too full, like an overloaded boat ready to plummet into the depths. Jones returned with a six inch rubbery cock attached to a head-harness. ¡°Thank you Jones,¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre said, as she began adjusting the straps. ¡°Miss Ion, if you would.¡± ¡°A-aah?¡± A cock answered my question. I tasted rubber all the way till the end of my tongue and little past it. Happy horny thoughts swam through my head as the gag was fastened and secured with a lock. I didn¡¯t even realize that I¡¯d been bent over Mrs. Gradvoyre¡¯s knees, before she gripped the stopper of my butt-plug. ¡°Are you ready Miss Ion? Please let everything out.¡± ¡°Mhg?¡± My surprise was muffled. Stretching, stretching followed by a plop. All hell broke loose as my guts exploded. I won¡¯t go into details, but needless to say the humiliation of releasing an enema (even a clean one) into a bucket around onlookers, is something I won¡¯t soon forget. Once I was hosed clean, Mrs. Gradvoyre led me to a shower. She donned a swimsuit for that affair¡ªa sexy one-piece that matched her ck hair. I rather liked the way she looked and looked at me, while her hands spread soap over my bound body, scrubbing and sliding wherever. Fondled by expert hands, with a mouthful of cock, my arousal reached its peak around the time shampoo was rinsed off my hair. Had my fingers been free, they¡¯d have already groped my slutty twat. I had less than zero self control when it came to shlicking. Thankfully, my self control wasn¡¯t the deciding factor at Lucky Gimp. After cleaning up, we slid into arge open bath. Mrs. Gradvoyre held me on herp, humming idly as we soaked in the rxing warm water. Her hands admited my body and her wordsndedpliments straight into my soul, calling me a cute girl more than three times within the half an hour we spent in the bath! But as fun as it was, that bathing session was only the beginning. Excited by the prospect of finally getting to experience a professional bdsm session, I bit hard on my gag and let Mrs. Gradvoyre exchanged my bath-ropes with fresh ones, after which she led me to my room. That''s where I finally realized I¡¯d been tricked. Whoring Options Whoring Options I didn¡¯t suspect anything at first, when I saw the tiny cell. It looked cozy. Mrs. Gradvoyre made me stand at the end, and applied a few additional straps to bind me to the wall right above a drain. ¡°Comfortable?¡± she asked. I managed a small nod despite my cor being fixed to the wall. ¡°Mm-hmgn.¡± ¡°Splendid. This is your room. You may open the room service menu by looking at the crystal above the room, and blinking thrice in quick session. It will disy your remaining schedule, funds, duration of stay, and allow you to order items. Please look up and open the menu for us.¡± I nced at the pink eye-shaped crystal above the door and blinked thrice. Magic twinkled and a spectral projection of a menu appeared before us, listing beneath my basic information: My duration of stay (10 days remaining), funds (5 silver), and list of purchases. Wait a minute! ¡°Mmhng?! Ghughm.¡± I demanded answers. Mrs. Gradvoyre tapped the schedule. ¡°Please look here, Miss Ion. Dinner will be in three and a half hours, during which an assistant wille feed you. You will then have exactly four hours of free-time until your evening wash, followed immediately by bedtime, unless you request for alternative services. If you feel the need to relieve yourself, I would rmend doing so before evening wash, so that an assistant may clean you and your room...¡± ¡°Hmgh! NMMMNGH!¡± ¡°...After exactly eight hours of sleep, you will be given a morning wash, followed by breakfast feeding. You will then have roughly six hours of free-time until lunch-feeding, and again six hours of free-time until dinnertime. The schedule will repeat for the duration of your stay.¡± Free-time? FREETIME? Where was my pleasure!? Full Service room my ass, this was a zero-service prison. ¡°MMMNGH!¡± I moaned so violently that spit flew out my nostrils, and red furiously at the woman beside me. Mrs. Gradvoyre regarded me with the professional smile of a swindler who knew what she¡¯d done. I¡¯d been had. In my horniness, I¡¯d neglected to read the fine print like a fool. She tapped on the purchases tab of my menu. ¡°As you can see, a rent for a medium deluxe penis gag cost you half-a-silver per day, charged in advance for the entire duration. Non-refundable, I¡¯m afraid.¡± ¡°Grmngh..¡± I grumbled, gagging briefly on overpriced rubber cock. Most of the menu items ranged from a single gold upwards to thousands. A simple orgasm via fingering was one and a half! Mrs. Gradvoyre opened another tab in my menu. ¡°Considering your remaining budget, I suggest a low intensity vibrator. Please look here and blink twice, I would like to test whether the menu is working.¡± ¡°Mhuhah!¡± Yeah right. Fat chance of that happening. I red at Mrs. Gradvoyre, defiant. She pped her hands. I blinked twice. ¡°Thank you for your purchase!¡± chimed a high-pitched voice. Sound of coins falling marked my funds counting down to a round zero. My heart sank. Mrs. Gradvoyre grinned as a cab opened on my wall, allowing her to retrieve a slender oval stone decorated by an arcane glyph. ¡°An excellent choice,¡± she remarked, approaching me. ¡°I¡¯ve heard many rmend Budget Bliss for maintaining arousal levels for prolonged periods of time. A moment, Miss Ion. I¡¯ll help it on for you, before finishing the introduction.¡± I grumbled and squirmed, but bound as I was it amounted to little less than hopeless wiggling. The toy slipped into my waiting slit, too thin to truly fill me. Mrs. Gradvoyre pressed something on the end between my thighs, and the toy whirred to life. Like a lethargic tongue, it began to nibble at my insides, scouring everything except the g-spot. My wriggling intensified, thighs clenched around the toy as I moaned. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about dropping it. The magic ensures it stays inside, until the runes are touched. Now, Miss Ion, fret not over yourck of funds. Many of our guests realize their desires are greater than their purses allow. We here at Lucky Gimp are prepared for such an urrence, for it would not do to allow a guest to leave unsatisfied.¡± Mrs. Gradvoyre tapped the menu named ve Jobs. A list popped up detailing degrading sexual acts of submission and masochism with prices nearby. ¡°As you might know, Lucky Gimp runs a more traditional brothel besides the luxury resort. To help the poorer guests guarantee a satisfying stay, we allow them to pick up tasks from ve Jobs menu, to receive credit they can use within the resort. Since you¡¯re out of funds, I would encourage you to peruse your options carefully. I know terribly well how infuriating around the clock pampering and teasing without possibility of an orgasm can be.¡± ¡°Grrrhmmnng¡­¡± A set up. This was a set up! Mrs. Gradvoyre admitted it in her mischievous smile. ¡°I strongly encourage you to consider the options. A pretty young drae such as yourself has a lieu of opportunities avable at ve Jobs. Please take your time, and enjoy your stay.¡± I protested with angry moans as Mrs. Gradvoyre excused herself, and left me to marinade with a half-assed magic wand in my pussy and a fervent desire to be fucked, consequences be damned. It didn¡¯t take long for me to begrudgingly open up ve Jobs and consider my options. Four options jumped at me immediately. Ass in the Wall. Are youzy, ugly, and in dire need of cash? Click now to be an ass on the wall! Be one of the many men, women, and others, who are locked into a wall bondage tform, and slotted into Lucky Gimp¡¯s famous ¡®Wall of Sluts¡¯ fixture. Your tush and rear holes will be on full disy, and freely avable for patrons to use as they wish. Payment: 1 gold per customer, minus slot rent (1 gold an hour), plus any additional optional costs. Living Furniture. An option avable for the pretty boys and girls, who want to earn money doing nothing. Click now to be a decoration! You will be dressed and bound ording to our customers¡¯ needs. Some of you may be tables, chairs, chandeliers, or simple decorations. It¡¯s up to your new owner whether or not you¡¯ll be used sexually, or left alone as eye-candy. Payment: 1-100 gold depending on the contract, minus the rent of apparel and bondage gear. Public Use. For the cute and slutty. Click to be a toy in public use. You will be led to one of ourmon bar floors, and bound to one of our many Public Fun StationsTM to allow the to use your mouth, sex, and/or ass. Payment: 2-5 gold per hour depending on the device, minus cleaning cost of Public Fun StationsTM. Private Toy. For the well behaved and professional whores only. Click here to be a customer¡¯s private toy for the duration of the contract. They may use you as you wish, though Lucky Gimp takes care of matching Toys withpatible Owners. Payment: 1-100 gold depending on the contract. You may be fined if the owner is dissatisfied with your performance. The toy buzzed in my cunt, eliciting an involuntary whimper. I locked eyes on my choice, and blinked twice, epting the job. A Humiliated Slut A Humiliated Slut ¡°You have selected to be submitted into Public Use,¡± chimed the high-pitched menu assistant. ¡°Congrattions on your selection. Click below to select a block of time from your schedule.¡± I booked myself from now until next morning. Heck, why not? The idea of being used for hours upon end had my loins smoldering. ¡°You have booked over your pre-determined blocks of time. Would you like to adjust your pre-determined schedule to allow the change?¡± I blinked twice over the ¡®yes¡¯ button. ¡°Congrattions on your purchase...¡± Purchase? ¡°...dinner and bath will be served at your new location.¡± I tried to ess the menu again to check how much it cost me, but the mirror went nk. ¡°A guide will shortly arrive to move you to your Public Fun StationTM.¡± Oh well, it can¡¯t have been that expensive, right? I settled into quiet suffering, enduring the minutes of vibrator torture, until my door clicked open. A petite bleary-eyed brte in a staff uniform entered. ¡°Hi,¡± she said with the enthusiasm of a bored rock. ¡°I¡¯m taking you to your job.¡± That¡¯s all she said to me, while she freed me from the spot I¡¯d been fixed to, and led me by a leash through Lucky Gimp¡¯s service hallways. We must¡¯ve traveled five floors up and almost a kilometer sideways, before passing through a ck door, and entering a glowing neon-colored dance floor of loud music and shing illusion spells. Beautiful young people and handsomely matured long-lived races popted the space. Everyone was dressed in skimpy dresses and tight shirts. Smears of glowing neon paints decorated their faces and bodies. I was whistled at. Ogled at. Hungry eyes began to follow us. Thezy brte stopped at a small stage between a crowded dance floor and a bar. ¡°Ok. Here¡¯s your spot.¡± A tanned elf with a slender athletic build was already servicing a customer next to the spot I was to upy. Thick shackles encircled her neck, thighs, arms, wrists and ankles, forcing her into an embarrassingly wide squatting pose. With a tight grip on her hair, a man drove his cock down her throat, while chatting with his friends. A waterfall of cum dribbled down her chin and breasts, marking hours of intense use, and yet, when the man shot his load, the elf gulped valiantly. ¡°A moment.¡± The brte shooed them. She took out my vibrator, gag, and untied my ropes. Aside from my cor, I was left standing nude. Crowds ogled at me. Did they know I was leaking arousal? My fingers found their way down myher lips, tugging at them. ¡°Ok. Stop masturbating. Come here.¡± ¡°Eeep!¡± The brte grabbed my cor and dragged me to my knees. Without fanfare, she fixed my choker to the stand, and begantching shackles to my limbs. Within a minute, I was immobilized, fixed to the metal frame, and forced to lewdly disy my body. I wiggled, growing hornier (yeah, it¡¯s possible, I can always be hornier) as I tested my bondage and found it unyielding. ¡°Ok. Someone wille to release you at six a.m. Do your best.¡± And she was gone. Dark silhouettes of patrons gathered around me and the elf, eyeing us like pieces of meat. Cocks bulged inside tight skirts and trousers. My heartbeat began to climb up. Here I was. Bound. Naked. Ready to be used as a public cumdump. ¡°Yo, cutie.¡± The tan elf gulped down cum. ¡°First time?¡± ¡°Y-yeah.¡± Goodness, she was erotic. shes of uv-light lit up the cum on her tanned muscr body. It dribbled all the way down her abs to her clean shaved cunny. ¡°Saw you at the baths. Sexy bod. How long is your shift?¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± A blonde human girl with noble bearing approached me. He white dress was so short and sheen I could see neon green panties both through and under the hem. I nced at the elf. ¡°Till morning.¡± The elf whistled, amused. ¡°Sweeet. I might buy a couple minutes of freedom to get you to lick me cleanter.¡± ¡°Eyes here, slut.¡± A muscr man in tight dark rave attire grabbed the elf¡¯s ck hair and shoved his thick cock down her throat. She squirmed and moaned delightfully, going from chat-mode to obedient cock-sucking in less than a second. Up and down her head bobbed. I could see the bulge in her throat. ¡°Hiiiii.¡± The girl in white dress knelt before me, smirking a slightly tipsy smirk. She caressed my hair, horns, and face, while her gaze traversed my body. ¡°You¡¯re fresh. What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Ion.¡± ¡°Like the Goddess!¡± She grinned, pping my cheek. Ow! ¡°Hahaha, we¡¯ve got a pervy bound Goddess here. Honestly, I never got why anyone would volunteer themselves to be degraded like¡­ this.¡± She pped my tit and pulled on a nip. ¡°Mnaaaah!¡± I cried, wiggling. She twisted harder and I moaned harder. ¡°Like really? Guys, you seeing this?¡± The crowd chuckled at me. ¡°What kinda sick whore you have to be to like this. Like, legit creepy how into it she¡¯s.¡± Pinch released. I gasped with relief, shivering. The girl seized my cheeks as she stood, opened my mouth with a thumb. Her cheeks flushed hot red and her nipples stood through the thin dress. ¡°¡®Kay, whatever. Said I wanted to try new things, so¡­¡± She rolled up her skintight dress and dropped her panties an inch. A musky sweaty girl-cock pped my face. Pre-cum drooled on my eyelid. My crotch throbbed. The stench drew me crazy. ¡°Hope you know how to suck cock. It¡¯s my eighteenth b-day, so I kinda don¡¯t wanna use some shitty amateur.¡± I nodded, suckling her thumb. ¡°Ew! Gross!¡± She pped my cheek. ¡°Ew, ew. Just take the cock. I don¡¯t want your slutty spit on my hands.¡± The girl wiped her hand on my face and brought her member to my lips. I obeyed eagerly. A girly meaty tool slipped into my mouth. Her taste coated my tongue. Her girth spread my jaws, and as I gulped, my throat. All nine inches went down on reflex. ¡°Shiiit! Crapcrapcrap! Aaaahhh ffuuuck. FUCK!¡± The girl grabbed my horns. Her toes curled. Cock pulsed. ¡°Slower!¡± Her friends cheered around us. I might¡¯ve humored her, if she hadn¡¯t been a cheeky little shit. Instead, I vacuumed that little bitch. She screamed as her cock got gulped, sucked, and licked with the furious rage of a sealed Goddess. In less than a minute, cum poured down my throat. Defeated, the birthday girl fell on her juicy ass, panting. ¡°Fuck. Fuck¡­¡± ¡°Good work. Now open up.¡± One of her friends, a redhead in a ck dress whipped out her cock and pinched my nose. Meat slid down my throat. One by one, a group of eleven young futas fucked me. And then went for seconds. They had me suck balls, cocks, fingers, and even a dildo they¡¯d found somewhere. My tits were pinched and grabbed cruelly, my cunt touched by heeled shoes. By the end, I was a mess. My skin was damp with sweat and spit. Cum dribbled down my chin, a few rivulets running over my abdomen. I scarcely had time to catch my breath, before a gaggle of goblin shortstacks found me. ¡°Looksit ¡®ere, a drae!¡± One cheered, her sharktooth in a wide grin. Another pped her green little hands. ¡°Drae, dare, drae! Ahahaha! Didn¡¯t kno they ¡®ad drae ves ¡®ere too.¡± ¡°Dumbskin! It¡¯s volunteer job. She whorin¡¯ ¡®erself.¡± ¡°Whooooooo. Ye lyin¡¯.¡± ¡°Naaaa. Is true. Ey, ey! Drae-girl. How much they payin¡¯ ya?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Two to five gold an hour, minus the cleaning bill for my station.¡± ¡°Ahahahaha!¡± The goblins bawled withughter. ¡°Two-five gold! Hahahaha! Cheaper than that nasty kobold¡¯s ass.¡± ¡°Ey! Ey! Drae-slut, eat this.¡± ¡°Mrrrph?¡± A gobbo ass pped against my face. She spread her cheeks, pushing her asshole over my tongue. Ngggh. My head went abuzz with subby thoughts. My tongue moved to rim the hole, even as the goblins gaggle and insulted me, or perhaps because they did. They choked me with dirty muffs stinking of sperm and old girlcum. They made me slurp spunk from their asses and rim them clean. And when I was done, they shoved toes in my face,ughing at me throughout the torment. Thest one shoved half of a strange magical pill in my mouth, and gagged me with a bundle of used goblin underwear. I had a brief breather of goblin cunt scented air. My body began to burn, my crotch tingled. ¡°Was that pineapple vored?¡± the elf asked. I nodded. ¡°Mmmf-mm.¡± ¡°Aw drat. You gonna grow a cock.¡± ¡°Mrrrmmph?¡± I looked at my crotch. ¡°He nice party drug if you get to fuck all night. Not so great if you¡¯re tied up. It¡¯s gonna be erect all night long. Ah well, maybe you can beg someone to jerk it for you.¡± My clit twitched. Sparkles surrounded it, and pamf! A dark lc cock stood upright just at the top of my slit. At mere three inches, it wasn¡¯t much to look at. ¡°Shieeet. They gave you half a pill? That sucks girl.¡± A twelve inch monster sprouted from the elf¡¯s crotch, drooling pre-cum. My own mini-cock twitched with excitement at the sight. ¡°Weelll, weeeelll, weeelll,¡± a faintly familiar voice slurred. The birthday girl slumped against me. Her dress was full of palm prints and grope marks. Her panties were on her head and her gaze was dazed by booze. ¡°Gross sucker¡­ Hic! Grew a¡­ Hic! Cock.¡± She licked her lips, leaning her breasts in my face, while poking my pitiful erection with a party heel. Jolts of sinful pleasure shot through me. My cunny ached, and I whimpered. A sneer of drunken mischief spread on the girl¡¯s lips. ¡°Like. Am gonna pay you right back. Gross, slut.¡± Her friends cheered on, as the girl bent over and sucked on my cock. Though her technique was amateurish and sloppy, I cummed almost immediately. Another round of cheers and japester, I was back to sucking off the partygirls. Almost everyone who stopped by made ament at my new cock. Cute. Tiny. Little clitty dick. Pathetic. Gods, the shame. My ears burned. I nearly cried from embarrassment. My sexes ached for more. I almost regretted not being reborn as a futa. A hundred dickster, feeding time came. Somedy in a Lucky Gimp uniform put a hose into my mouth and force-fed me gruel. Infinite dessert of spunk and femcum followed. At some point, the tanned elf was released. I waited for her, but the girl never did visit. Not that my tongue ever had a moment to rest. No-one took her ce, so the amount of people I had to service doubled. Hours passed. Music thumped in my ears. My face, hair, and body were drenched in cum and spit. My body trembled. My cunt was making a puddle on the floor. I couldn¡¯t count the number of micro-orgasms I¡¯d had giving oral. And it just went on. Lights kept on shing. Music kept on thumping. Dancers walked past me. Sweaty, grimey, sexy bodies stuffed my mouth. Later, another employee came by. She took a sponge and cleaned me off. Once I no longer looked like a used cum-rag, people once again flooded me. I lost track of how many cunts and cocks I sucked. Time blended into one continuous moment of suckling on others. Bright lights snapped on. Crowds began to think. Many others were released from their service stations and led back to their rooms. I remained, bound and slutty, caked in fluids. The bar staff and bouncers passed by me and took out their frustrations before leaving me all alone. For a brief moment, I snoozed off. Then a sweaty stench roused me up. A group of old ugly cleaners woke me up with a mouthful of balls. I was forced to clean them and listen to old men make fun of my tiny girl cock. One of them liked spanking my tits and watching me squirm and sob, until I came from masochistic pleasure. Exhausted from torture, humiliation, and pleasure, I barely noticed when an employee came by to give me a morning wash. Soon after, I was force-fed breakfast. Ten minutester, the shackles came undone. Soft ropes were tied around my body, and I was led back to my room, where I fell asleep. I woke up to lunch, and went back to sleep. Around three-o¡¯clock the next day, I stirred into true wakedness. Immediately, I opened my menu to check my bnce. Currency: 40 gold I groaned a muffled hurrah into my cock-gag. Quickly, I opened the shopping menus to look at my sexing options. I scrolled past outfit catalogues. Ten gold could get me anything from three sets of sexy undergarments to cosy outfits andtex bodysuits. Though, stuff like living suits and goo-suits were still beyond my budget. Those were about 50 a pop. A basic BDSM session went for 10 to 20 gold an hour. Jeez. I was starting to think that I¡¯d purposefully deleted the part of my memories regarding the prices. Why else would I have taken so little money with me? My eyes flicked back to the ve jobs. The cock had disappeared at some point, but my crotch still remembered yesterday fondly. The humiliation, the endless abuse, degradation to the point where I was almost a living toilet. Mmmmph! If I hadn¡¯t been tied up, I would¡¯ve rubbed one off at the memory right there and then. I wanted more. I wanted to really feel like a worthless piece of ass.. After a quick trip to the clothing section to get myself thigh-highs (hey, they save lives), garter, panties, and a cute bra, I scheduled myself for three hours of work. ¡°You have selected to be an Ass In the Wall,¡± chimed the menu. I vibrated with anticipation, eager to feel strange cocks pound my pussy and ass raw. My Slutty Sexy Elf BFF My Slutty Sexy Elf BFF A row of asses. Delicious, plump, toned, juicy, and firm. Some were in the process of being dicked. Others oozed cum. A few were shivering with both holes plugged by one of the many toys avable on the shelves. I bent over at a free window. Manacles sped my ankles to spread my legs wide. My arms were shackled behind my back, and the wall was pulled down to lock my ass outside, leaving the rest of me to lie t on a cushion. A palm gave my rump a smack. ¡°Eeep!¡± I tensed, eyes wide. ¡°Keep your tush up, and try to stay tight,¡± said the employee who led me here. ¡°Someone will get you out in three hours.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± I called back. Another spank. Nnnnf. And a third. ¡°Ahhhn.¡± ¡°Good girl.¡± She was enjoying this? The employee left me after a fourth spank,nded smack in the middle of my wet hot pussy. I moaned. My legs and ass quivered. ¡°Yo, surprised to see you here,¡± said a familiar voice to my left. The tanned athletic elf from yesterday rested on her tummy. Her face rested on a drooly mattress. Flush of arousal dyed her face red. ¡°Hey,¡± I smiled. ¡°You¡¯re the¡­¡± ¡°Shadada.¡± ¡°Pleasure to meet you Shadada. I¡¯m Ion.¡± ¡°Like the Goddess?¡± I sucked in air. ¡°Yup.¡± ¡°Cool. Hey, sorry about yesterday. I forgot I¡¯d scheduled a breath-y session right after public use.¡± ¡°Ah, forget it. No biggie.¡± ¡°I did really wanna ride your face though. It¡¯s cute.¡± She winked. My ears and cheeks caught fire. I made a small sound, wiggling against the mattress. ¡°T-thank you¡­¡± She bit her lip, chewing on a thought momentarily before asking. ¡°So. Room number is A-eighty-seven. Wanna book a double session after this?¡± ¡°Oh? A double session?¡± ¡°Yeah, a double-sided gag. Tied together. That kinda shAAaHH!¡± Shadada jolted. Her eyes fluttered and she grit her teeth. ¡°My ass¡­ Gods¡­ It¡¯s thick!¡± She started panting and shaking as someone fucked her. A palm fell on my derriere. Two hands. I lifted my ass up, and received a series of moan inducing spanks. Someone drew a heart on my butt. My sticky panties were pulled aside and a hot hard head of a cock touched my aching lips. ¡°Mnnaaaahh!¡± It slipped in. Slowly. I cried out my pleasure as a thick cock spread my slit. Another spank. My cunny clenched tight. Gods it felt thick! Hands grabbed my hips and the person inside began to fuck. Cock and hips smacked wetly against my ass. I squirted out my first climax mere half a minute in, earning myself harsh spanks. My slit still throbbed. Droplets of cum began to dribble over my inner thighs, when another cock¡ªlubed thank the Gods¡ªplunged into my ass. The cock came seconds after my over sensitive ass climaxed thrice. Another one spread my cunny. Big one. Aaahh¡­ a huge one. World blurred to white buzz of pleasure and cocks. I sobbed and moaned, drooling like the dumb slut I am, as my helpless holes were used till they were loose. Harsh palms thanked my whore holes with spanks, eliciting moans and squirts, which must¡¯ve stained the floor behind my ass. Sore palm prints burned on my derriere. My legs and rump were groped to bruises. The first hour was pleasure never ending, but the best bit, for me anyhow, was what followed! I was sweaty from being fucked. Exhausted. Soggy sticky coat of cum clung to my legs. Everywhere felt icky. People walked past me and I felt the wind inside my ass. Every now and then someone paused, brushed my butt. I thrust it up, begging for cock. And nothing. The patron skipped me, and moved on. I was a sad little hole in the wall, a ruined gaping pussy and asshole. Worthless piece of ass too disgusting to be fucked by strangers. ¡°Nggghh¡­¡± Gritting my teeth, I came a little at my own degenerate thought, and then climaxed to a point of squirting, when I imagined the people on the other side degrading my whorish ass for cumming without being touched. Nobody touched me for two hours. Best time of my life. When a handler came to collect me, I noted a bunch of drawings on my ass. Ticks for how many times each hole had been used. ¡®Squirter¡¯. ¡®Likes spanks¡¯. ¡®Spunk ma¡¯. ¡®Drae whore¡¯. Mmmmhhh. My ass looked lewd. While I LOVE denial and degradation y like that, it did leave me mega horny, so the moment I got back to my cell, I hit up Shadada. There was a chat function on the magical menu of Lucky Gimp. Ion: Hi! Made it out. Shadada: HAHAHAHA. Wow. Thought you¡¯d forget. You totally nked there. Ion: (¡ä¡«£à©d) Embarrassing. Shadada: No worries love! Looked he sexy there. Made me wish I was on the other side. Ion: (¡¨?¦Ø?) Shadada: Cute. So you got any turn offs? Ion: Hehee¡­ Shadada: ??? Ion: (£þ?£þ) I don¡¯t think they sell my turn offs here, as long as we keep it under 40g. Shada: Cool, I¡¯ll pitch in extra 40. Wanna book a double session? Ion: Eeeehh¡­ Hot, but could we do something¡­ Shadada: More extra? Ion: Ba-ba-bingo! Shadada: Lemme check the catalogue¡­ Shadada: Lots of cool options. Night of Tease for Two. Or maybe double dildo, vibes, andtex duo mummification? Weights and Whips. We could get our nips and clits chained together in dungeon torture. Or or we could work as ves as a package deal for some patron? They¡¯ve got a lot of noble parties here and they know how to bully. OR OOOOH! Elune¡¯s tits! They¡¯ve got tentacle sexings here?! We could share a jar of tentacles! Thus began my adventure with a new friend. We worked shifts together, offering our asses, mouths, and bodies to be used by patrons, exchanging lusty looks and sparks of flirt whenever we weren¡¯t moaning or cumming our brains out. We spent a night bound against each other. Breast to breast, with naught but a single teasing vibe to share between two horny cunts. A lot of kissing happened. We sucked each other¡¯s lips, nearly bit out each other¡¯s tongues. The next morning we were ves, two naked, nubile hotties cored, leashed, and bound however our temporary owners wished. Just my luck, it was that bitchy birthday girl in white dress and her gang. They made us lick wine off their feet, hump their boots like dogs, eat each other out, and¡­ yeah, the little bitch actually thought she was punishing us. Hrious how she thought our pleading faces meant we were somehow broken by her. Thatted us a mighty pile of credit, earning us more exotic nights together. A night of pure pain, of whips, piercings, and weights connected to our most sensitive bits. Screaming and agony¡ªpleasure. And, best of all, two days in a tentacle jar¡­ ¡°...won¡¯t be held liable in case you can¡¯t reach the safety button. Any questions?¡± the handler, a shortstack halfling asked us. ¡°Nope.¡± I shook my head. Shadada nodded. ¡°All good.¡± ¡°In that case. Enjoy!¡± With a swift swing of her de, the handler cut a rope binding our wrists to the ceiling. We screamed, clutching each other as we fell, and smacked onto slimy cushions insiden enormous urn. Dark purple tentacles sprang to life all around us. The lid closed, but tiny bulbs on the tendrils continued to emit a dim bluish hue, illuminating the erotic peril we were in. My legs were seized, entombed in warm slipperiness. Thin tendrils snaked around my body, coiling around my neck. Shadada moaned, spreading her legs wide to show me how a thick one poked against her pussy. ¡°Mnnh,¡± she moaned, rolling her hips, raising hands above her head to let tentacles bind her. ¡°Me too. Me too! Come on slippery friends, take me too~¡± I wiggled my hips, presenting myself. Another pierced Shadada¡¯s ass. ¡°Nhaaaahhhh¡­ Thick. O¡¯ Gods it¡¯s thic¡ª¡± Her eyes fluttered. I whimpered. ¡°Unfair¡­¡± A thick one plunged into my mouth, wrestled my tongue down, and dove into my throat. Tears rolled out my eyes as I gurgled. My wrists were seized, and soon, slippery wonder filled me as well. We struggled yfully, enticing our captor to give us harsher fucking. We writhed with full force, delighting in the sensation of helplessness, and the rough womb-reaching treatment that it earned us. Moans and sounds of slippery tendrils filled the hours that rolled into one eternal moment of pleasure¡ªa hazy dream. Our bellies stretched from tentacle cum. It fucked our ears, our noses, our pee-holes, and very sanity, until we were two blubbering masses of pleasure. We became besties! Which is why, after leaving Lucky Gimp, and returning to my divine realm, I was a teensy bit miffed to find out Shadada was a pdin. It¡¯s cool, and all. An elf pdin being lewded tickles my degenerate senses in all the right ces. What didn¡¯t tickle them, was finding out that she worships a certain dark eared idiot moron of a Goddess whose name starts with D. Pisses me off! Like hell I¡¯m gonna bend over and let that pretender cuck me from a budding soulmateship! Thus Ie to you, members of Lesser Deities¡¯ Afternoon Club, with a request: Help a girl out and tell me how to steal a pdin from a fellow deity? Pretty please. I¡¯ll do anything if you tell me! Absolutely a n y t h i n g. Horny Jail Horny Jail H¡¯loo again friends at Lesser Deities¡¯ Afternoon Club! There were several dms about dedicating a post for tips and tricks I might have for curious male deities trying out gender transformation spells and how to get started with masturbation in self-bondage (oddly specific but okay). That¡¯s gonna have to wait though. I got the secret for corrupting a pdin for the cheap, cheap price of working as a Demon Lord¡¯s eye-candy/cock-warmer for six months. Thanks to the anonymous goddess for hooking us up! It was nice, though pretty basic. He kept me in an ornate cor and shackles, dressed in sheer silk bra loincloth and nipple piercings. Whenever he had guests over¡ªadventurers usually¡ªI was expected to cling to his legs like a damsel to taunt the heroes¡¯ sense of chivalry. When we were alone, he usually had me suck his cock, worship him, and finally bent me over. Always blowjob, followed by bending me over. Always the same lines. Biggest variety came from his breakfast making the cum taste different every now and then. It was eeeeeehhh¡­ He had a gut stretchingly huge cock and liked anal, but, like I said, pretty basic. Anyhows! Big thanks to EchoingRuby for reminding me to think about Shadada¡¯s opinion. Big yikes. Almost did something I might regret. I can¡¯t possibly call myself Shadada¡¯s BFF if I don¡¯t let her choose her own destiny, but it¡¯s not like I¡¯m not gonna make the best possible case for why she should switch goddesses. Thus I began the preparations! I wanted to give Shadada a happy surprise. We¡¯d have some fun together, and after, while sipping wine, I would reveal the fact that I was the real Ion and not just someone named Ion and casually ask if she wanted to switch goddesses. First, I did some divination spells. I found out that Shadada had a four month long vacationing up, but had no big ns for it yet. Then I researched some options for how to spend our time. There were a bunch to choose from. Tentamancers, subi,tex witches, tribal safaris, but I ended up picking the Horny Jail. On the surface, it supposedly teaches horny girls to let go of their lusts and behave, but in reality they feed the patient¡¯s deviant desires to milk their families for upkeep. I then conjured enough gold to bribe one of the administrators, a lovely firm woman called Anjy Domwood, and procured an arrangement to have us imprisoned for as long as we wanted. We¡¯d be getting all the special courses! Submissive training. Body sensitizing treatments. Milking sessions. The whole shebang! On the eve of my great surprise, I slipped once more into my mortal form, and met up with Anjy Domwood and several of her assistants in a warehouse near Shadada¡¯s home. ¡°Hi! Hi¡± I waved and greeted the dark skinned woman in a rather daring business attire, with a doctor¡¯s coat thrown over it. ¡°Sorry for the wait!¡± I¡¯m terribad at navigating the mortal world. ¡°It is quite alright. My subordinates are ustomed to waiting,¡± she said. The four were a mix of men and women, all dressed in militaristic sterile whites, their lower faces masked, hands gloved, and postures straight as steel. None of them replied to my greeting, but suppose that was to be expected. ¡°I apologize on the behalf of my subordinates. Despite certain¡­ indulgences we allow to special patients such as yourself, the orderlies must maintain a strict impartiality.¡± Anja inclined her head, silky onyx locks falling over her face. ¡°Eh, it¡¯s fine.¡± More than fine. I got a little hot just anticipating the rough treatment they¡¯d give us. ¡°Oh! Are those the uniforms?¡± I traipsed over to an armored patient transport wagon. In the cell rested two reflective white outfits, neatly folded, and beside them collections of rubber cuffs and harnesses. ¡°Indeed. Drtex rubber derived from specially bred slimes. The material maintains skin moisture and cleans impurities. Though thin enough to be slightly transparent, its tensile strength is on par with mithril wire. They are tailored to, as you requested, ¡®skin licking tightness¡¯.¡± Mhhhngh. Biting my lip, I rubbed the slick fabric. We were going to look sexy. ¡°Would you prefer to be forcibly dressed or to dress yourself?¡± Woosh. My face and ears went dark purple. ¡°Ahm¡­ I¡¯d like to dress myself, if you don¡¯t mind.¡± ¡°Not at all. We still have.¡± Anjy looked at her wrist, which had a delicate watch of arcane clockwork. ¡°An hour and thirty minutes.¡± ¡°May I use the back of the wagon?¡± Anjy gestured the go-ahead. I closed the doors, and got to changing, slipping out of my corset, lingerie, and pencil skirt. Yeah, I went with the same mortal persona asst time, don¡¯t judge. I look cute as a sexually repressed secretary! Then, slowly, I began slipping into what would be my uniform for months toe. Thigh-highs that were two inches from reaching my thigh-gap. I wiggled my legs, enjoying the shiny slippery feeling. Hints of my lc skin showed through the white under the thickest spots of my thighs, where rubber stretched. When lifted, the fabric spanked down against my skin with a pleasant smack. I put on the slippers, and fixed the white rubbery ankle and thigh cuffs. Body was next. It was cute, simr to a one-piece swimsuit, but with a whole lot more straps and zippers built in. My are were dark spots against the fabric, and nipples and camel-toe pressed lewdly against it. Next was the cor. Gods, I do love cors. Always make me feel like a ve, like I¡¯m someone¡¯s. This one felt nice, very, very nice. The rubber stuck to my skin. It cinched juuuust a tiny bit, enough to make it impossible to forget it was there. Mmmnnh¡­ My fingers ghosted over mybia as I admired my body. Even after all these decades, I couldn¡¯t get used to how hot I was. And soon I¡¯d be sharing all this with Shadada¡­ that sexy slender muscled warrior. ¡°Nnngh!¡± My fingers pressed at my clit. I couldn¡¯t wait! ¡°Have you finished changing?¡± Anjy asked from right outside the door. ¡°Eep! Yes!¡± My voice came out way too high. ¡°Ahem. Yes, yes I have.¡± She yanked the door open. Five pairs of eyes roved over my body. I would¡¯ve felt less nude had I had worn nothing. The exhibitionist in me grew hot, and my ache deepened. ¡°Let us prepare the invitation then, as you nned,¡± Anjy motioned for me to follow. What followed was¡­ uh¡­ weird? But, kinda fun not gonna lie. The grim-faced orderlies held up magical lights, while Anjy held a magical camera. I, in my erotic getup, struck sexy poses. I sat on the back of the wagon, legs crossed, a sultry look on my face. Iy atop the wagon, my hands demanding attention to my breasts. I posed against the side of it, as if I was getting arrested. I even did one with my own fingers in my mouth while kneeling in front of the camera. Gonna get copiester and fap to myself. We picked the picture where I had fingers in my mouth, printed it with some kinda conjuration spell that came with the camera, and I wrote an invitation on the backside.
Hi hi Shadada! It¡¯s me, your BFF Ion! I¡¯ve missed you XOXOXO I reserved us a long nice vacay at Horny Jail (bribed the admin, so we can get out whenever, or stay how long we want). Before you brand me as a stalker, hold up! Yeah, this letter is sus as heck, but I swear on my name I just wanna be friends. I¡¯ve got a few things I need to talk to you about, but they¡¯re kinda heavy and I¡¯m a bit shy about them, so maybe we could talk after we get some nice slut treatment? Idk. Sorry if thises off as cringy. If you¡¯re up for it, put on the outfit ande out at nine p.m. The orderlies will pick you up, bring you to the my van, and we¡¯ll get to wriggle and struggle while they cart us to the Horny Jail. Best wishes and lots of kisses, Your friend, Ion
I left the outfit at Shadada¡¯s doorstep and slipped the note under her door in case someone stole it, before she got home. My poor fragile heart kept on trembling like a leaf in a turbine. Gosh. The ¡®will she¡¯ ¡®won¡¯t she¡¯ was driving me mad. I wasn¡¯t made for rtionship drama! ¡°Are you ready to be restrained?¡± Anjy asked. I let out a shuddering exhale. ¡°Yeah.¡± Bondage might help me calm down. ¡°So be it. Stand up, and don¡¯t resist.¡± I did as asked. The orderlies were upon me and worked in a sh. My arms slipped into the sleeves of a whitetex straitjacket. Straps were tightened and the next thing I knew, my arms hugged me just under my breasts. My mouth was pushed open and a ball gag was shoved in, and secured with a three point harness. The orderlies forced me down and bound my legs with belts, first together and then to force my ankles against my ass. They left me lying on my side on the cold steel floor of a patient wagon. ¡°Mhg. Ngh¡­¡± I tested its strength. My arms couldn¡¯t budge an inch. Neither could my legs. ¡°Mmmfgh¡­¡± Drool began to dribble past my lips. Ahhh¡­ sweet sweet release of helplessness began to make my thoughts fuzzy. I smiled. A few moments and I¡¯d be sharing this bliss with Shadada. Anjy stepped up into the wagon, a strange look on her face. ¡°I must say. You make yourself an unfairly easy foe.¡± ¡°Mmgh?¡± Anjy clicked her fingers. World lost colors and went monochrome as time stopped. Only Anjy and I moved, as her dark skin darkened to the ckest void of night. Two lupine ears rose through her silken hair. Enormous wings sprouted from her back, and a lionine tail curled out from her behind. A sphinx. A ck sphinx. ¡°An idiot moron Goddess whose name begins with a D. Crass, but an insult must be paid with insult, and taunt with a taunt.¡± Dynja knelt beside me, lifting my chin up with a wed finger. My heart pounded. Why hadn¡¯t I seen her in any of the divination spells? ¡°Because, I am, among other things, the Goddess of Designs and Traps, and you are a fool driven by lust.¡± She wouldn¡¯t dare to harm me, would she? My contingency would activate right away, releasing my full divine¡ª ¡°No. I shan¡¯t harm you.¡± Dynja let go of my chin, grinning as she stood to tower above me. She pressed her feet on my face, squishing me against the floor. ¡°Nggh!¡± ¡°Not enough to release your deific form. So go ahead, release your soul yourself. Fight me back and spend ten years in your self made ¡®punishment¡¯. Ah, but wait.¡± Dynja rolled me on my back, and pressed her foot on my cunny. I whimpered, trying to meet the glowing white pits her eyes were with a defiant re. ¡°What of Shadada? Do you believe she¡¯ll remember a fleeting acquaintance from a decade ago? I have divined that she is fated for a great destiny in theing years. A great many people will cross her path, who shall be entwined with her, and define her future. You, meanwhile, shall be naught but an obscure memory.¡± Dynja¡¯s face twisted into a fanged snarl. She stepped hard on my pussy, eliciting a muffled moan. ¡°Mhhgnh!¡± I came a little. ¡°Dirty mockery of a deity! You believe you can steal my pdin? No. I shall, as you said, ¡®bring it¡¯, and teach you respect, even if I have to personally whip it into your soul.¡± Her voice was like whip-crack. She released me as well as the time-stop. World returned to normal as I wheezed through my gag, watching the back of Dynja disguised as Anjy. ¡°Dispose of the clothes from the doorstep. We¡¯ve had a change in arrangements. Only patient Ion will be admitted for a ten year period, under a new revised treatment n of my personal design. Begin by applying the gel.¡± ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am,¡± echoed the orderlies. Ten years of Horny Jail? Or ten years of paperwork? I writhed and struggled, but my restraints held tight. I had no way out, and no way to escape the two female orderlies. They held me down, and groped me through mytex suit, smearing weird gel tingly everywhere¡ªthe inside of my anus included. One of the orderlies set Sadada¡¯s change of clothes on fire, and the fourth, with Dynja, set the wagon into motion. I watched through the window as Shadada arrived home, went in, and locked the door behind her. Then the wagon doors mmed shut and I was left alone with two orderlies manhandling my sensitive bits. Harsh fingers dug deep into my thighs, scoured my ass, and squeezed my breasts hard enough to draw out a constant whine of embarrassing sounds from my gagged lips. I controlled my thoughts, immersing myself in the perilous pleasure, and held myself from revealing one crucial detail that Dynja could have read from my mind. It was easy too. I was genuinely horny to see what kind of punishment waited behind her dommy aura. I Got Gangbanged in Prison Shower I Got Gangbanged in Prison Shower Horny Jail. What can I tell you about Horny Jail? Pine forests, middle of nowhere, big hill, and a fortress-likeplex of tall white concrete blocks. An asylum for sexual deviants. Gosh, the me from past life would¡¯ve fit right in there. And the ride to Horny Jail? Well¡­ That gel they smeared on me? It stopped tingling after ten minutes, and started burning. Not in a ¡®AAARGH I¡¯m on fire¡¯ or ¡®my face is melting¡¯, but with the same insidious way my loins burn after a few too many lewd thoughts. Except, this time, the burning was everywhere. My thighs ached to be touched. My tummy felt hot. My butt cheeks ached for attention. My neck, my arms, my ears, my horns, my everything burned like every inch of my skin had be one big erect nipple. And my sexy bits? The burn in them was downright unbearable. Juices oozed down my thighs. My asshole twitched. I felt the pulse in my nipples. And my clit hurt. It hurt like I had a cock again and had been erect for twelve hours straight, though it had only been two. Racket of the wagon intensified with echoes, signaling that we entered a tunnel. Soon after, the doors opened into a blindingly white space. Orderlies dragged me out, sending spasms through me at the intensity of touch. My legs were unbound. Click. A leash was clipped to my cor. ¡°I¡¯ll presume the ride was pleasant based on the¡­ rather uncouthful sounds you made,¡± Anjy remarked. ¡°Mhgrrr.¡± I red at her through squinted eyes, only now growing used to the light. ¡°Now now, no need to be a sore loser.¡± Anjy yanked, and I stumbled forward. She rolled the leash around her fist and pulled my face a hair¡¯s breadth from hers. ¡°After all, it wouldn¡¯t do if your rump was ready to beg for mercy before we begin.¡± For a goddess her puns weren¡¯t much. I told her as much, through garbled gag-speech. I drooled on her hand. Anjy let go. ¡°Disgusting. Bring her.¡± An orderly seized my leash before I could so much as think about moving. Anjy spun around, clicks of her heels leading us down a spacious corridor. ¡°Come. I¡¯ve picked the perfect cellmates, who I suspect will be able to help you to begin your ¡®overload and deprivation¡¯ treatment.¡± ¡°Mhhnhg?¡± Overload and deprivation? That doesn¡¯t sound too bad. Anjy grinned. ¡°Oh. Give it a few cycles. Your brain will begin functioning quite differently, of that you have my guarantee.¡± Gulp. And my cellmates were double-gulp. ¡°I trust this piece of filth in your care. So long as you take care of her in a satisfactory manner, I shall see to it that neither of you will be put in chastity cages for any minor infringements. And do ensure that she makes it to her appointments,¡± Anjy said. The white metal door mmed shut against my ass, pushing me to stumble forward. ¡°Yo, Ion right?¡± asked a wild dark bunny girl from the top bunk. ¡°S¡¯ a pleasure to have a newbie around.¡± She was toned, had abs for days, and had the permagrin of a woman whose favorite hobby is stomping on balls. I felt the hot breath of my second cellmate wash against my neck. I spun around, tripping on her foot, and fell on the floor. Above me stood a shortstack dragoness with ck scaly skin, burning blue eyes, and a resting murder face. ¡°Sup cock-sleeve?¡± Both wore the thigh-highs and Horny Jail one-piece as well as cors and cuffs. However, neither was straightjacketed nor cuffed. The big thing that caught my attention though were their big things. Both sported big meaty girlcocks, both stroked to full vein-throbbing hardness. The rabbit girl leapt down with a triple backflip. Her feet mmed on either side of my head, leaving her dripping dark pussy and thick thirteen-incher in my view. ¡°Welcoooome~ Name¡¯s Jacky. Been here since I turned eighteen. My pal¡¯s Ram the Rod. A real long timer. How long you been here again, twenty?¡± ¡°Twenty-six,¡± Ram replied curtly. Jacky raised her brows, whistling. ¡°Twenty-six years. S¡¯ a long time, ain¡¯t it? You learn lotsa tips n¡¯ tricks in twenty-six years. You learn about the rich cream-cunts whoe here lookin¡¯ for fun times thinking this is some kinda pleasure spa. About the crooked staff. All sortsa stuff. Don¡¯t worry tho, cock-sleeve. Lucky you, you¡¯ve got two kind seniors here willing to show you the ropes, like they say.¡± Ram snorted, crossing arms under her tits, which were rather tinypared to her massive tits and ass. ¡°Mmmh?¡± I gulped some drool, pulling my legs closer. ¡°What¡¯s next? What¡¯s this mean?¡± Jacky asked, tilting her head. ¡°Ooooh, I dunno¡­ in inmon. You¡¯re gonna be our bitch, cock-sleeve, servant, whatever the Hells we tell you to be.¡± ¡°Or else,¡± Ram added, huffing menacingly. Jacky grinned, leaning her nose against mine. ¡°Hehee¡­ Soooooo. Newbie. Take care of us, yeah?¡± My body shuddered. I might¡¯ve cum a little. Curse that Dynja for ying to my only weakness, my desire to be bound and ravished. I¡¯d never be able to escape Horny Jail, if they kept tempting me with rough sex and prison bullying! Jacky and Ram hoisted me up and bent me over the table. A cock speared my slippery slit before I could process that my crotch-piece had been pulled aside. Jacky¡¯s fist wrapped around my hair and pulled, adding a touch of pain to my first moan of pleasure. ¡°Hehee. Think we¡¯ll get along just great~¡± Jacky spanked my rump, then grabbed hold of my hip-harness to let herself elerate into a violently rough pace. ¡°Nnnghm! Mhuwah?¡± Too hard! My poor pussy hadn¡¯t adjusted to her size yet. Another spank, another moan. ¡°Keep on moaning newbie.¡± Obedient slut that I am, I obeyed, singing my pleasure out in grunts and gasps, all filtered through the ball of rubber that forced my jaws agape. Jacky pressed my face against the table, bringing Ram into my line of view. The thick shortstack was stroking herself, massive dark cock inches from my face. ¡°It¡¯s going in your asshole,¡± Ram said matter of factly. My bootyhole twitched in anticipation. Jacky came surprisingly quickly, not as quickly as me but still. A spurt of cum filled my slit. She gave me a few spanks, and got off. I hadn¡¯t even caught my breath when the dragon-cock pressed against my backhole. Ram grunted. ¡°Take it.¡± ¡°Mmhewwhy¡­ mhewwhy¡­¡± I whimpered. ¡°She¡¯s asking for mercy,¡± Jacky tranted. Ram snorted, dug her ws into my hips, and entered all the inches in a single thrust. She spread me from a wink to gape. All of a sudden I was filled. Filled with burning hot throbbing dragon-cock. My ass clenched. Hot trembles seized control of my body as I came on the spot. Not giving a damn about my ongoing climax, Ram used me like I was a ragdoll. Her huge dragoncock slipped in and out twice within a second, ravaging my sensitive hole with each thrust. Constant stimuli rolled the first anal orgasm rolled into the next, until Ram came, while fully hilted. Fiery hot cum flooded my insides, further filling me up. I bit hard on my gag, tearing up from the pleasure. ¡°Nice,¡± Ram stated, unplugging herself. ¡°Ohhm-ghh.¡± I sucked in air, writhing on the bed as my asshole gaped wide, then moaned again when a warm tongue pressed against my anus. Untold inches of long hot appendage slipped inside me, scouring cum off the inner walls, slurping the trickle of seed from my cunny. ¡°So it takes cock alright. Let¡¯s see about serving.¡± Jacky removed my gag. and the two lifted me to stand in a bent over angle. A bunny cock smacked my face as I looked up, huffing, struggling to withstand the dragoness¡¯ licks. Jacky wrapped the leash around my neck and choked. ¡°Urk¡­ Ahh-ahh¡­¡± ¡°Did¡¯ya not understand?¡± Jacky pped her sloppy wet erection against my cheek. Leash tightened. ¡°Guh¡­ Haaa¡­ C-can¡¯t¡­ Breathhh...¡± I gasped for air. Though I did nothing, I began to feel breathless. My lungs tingled. My veins thump against the rubbery leash. ¡°Haahh¡­ Breath¡­¡± I gulped air, unable to satiate the burning. ck edges of my vision began to close in. I struggled, but my limbs were heavy, and the bondage unyielding. I couldn¡¯t tap out or escape. My life was at Jacky¡¯s mercy. Ram¡¯s tongue pressed into my vagina. The rough tip pressed on my g-spot. Tongue out, eyes rolling as my vision ckened, I came hard. My consciousness faded. Bliss, utter bliss. ¡°Look who¡¯s back!¡± Jackyughed. I awoke slowly, as ifing out of a nice dream. Two cocks rubbed against each other inside me. Both my anus and pussy were raw from sex and filled. Jacky and Ram sandwiched me on the bed. Ram took one of my nipples between her teeth, while roughly groping the other. ¡°Gah!¡± Jacky¡¯s arm wrapped around my neck from behind in another choke-hold. Her grip tightened. My holes did the same. ¡°She likes it huh?¡± ¡°Tight!¡± Ram winced, gritting her teeth. Jacky moaned behind me, tightening her grip, which caused me to squirm. Both intensified their thrusts, loading me with their cum once more. When she released me, I was thoroughly spent, panting for air, and floating on clouds of pleasure. They weren¡¯t done with me though. For the rest of the night, I was their cock-sleeve. Neither my ass nor puss got more than half-an-hour rest at a time. My mouth was used to clean the cum-soaked erections. I was passed around like an object: Bent over, spread wide, pushed down, and pinned against hard surfaces. My leash was used to cruelly hang me from the bed rafters. One of my thigh-high socks was wrapped around my face into an airtight mask. A sweaty smelly dragon pussy sat on my face, until I stopped kicking and screaming. I was their bitch alright, a little helpless prison bitch. I must¡¯ve cummed a hundred times, and the best wasn¡¯t even over yet. Morning came. ¡°SHOWER IN TWO! LINE UP AND GET READY!¡± Repeated a voice from outside the cell as a baton banged against metal. I¡¯d found myself on the floor, lightly choking on my cor that was attached to the door-handle. They¡¯d shoved my ballgag up my ass as a makeshift butt-plug. My other sock was wedged between my lips, tied around my head as a gag. Cum stained half my body. I reeked of sex. My cellmates jumped up, picked padlocks from a cab that had opened, bound their own wrist cuffs together behind their backs, and faced their beds. ¡°Might wanna get up quick, newbie,¡± Jacky said, grinning. ¡°They don¡¯t like tardy patients.¡± Door was yanked open before I could do a thing. My leash dragged me into the hallway, where a long queue of restrained patients stood behind a handful of orderlies. Everyone stared at my sloppy half-naked ass. ¡°I TOLD YOU TO GET READY!¡± Shouted a tall muscr nurse. ¡°FIFTY SPANKS FOR DISOBEDIENCE!¡± Strong arms whisked me up and pressed me against the wall. A rigid cane smacked into the tender spot beneath my rump far too hard! ¡°Nhaahh!¡± ¡°ONE!¡± Another smack. My eyes bulged. I teared up, whimpering for mercy. ¡°TWO!¡± ¡­ ¡°FIFTY! NEXT TIME. BE ON TIME.¡± I felt a single redne of ache and agony throb under my butt. My cheeks ran with tears. I was a shivering mess, whimpering for mercy. They led us into amunal shower. Jacky and Ram pinned me against their bodies and led me under a hot stream of water. ¡°Okay, time to earn your keep,¡± said Jacky. I looked up at her through my wet hair. ¡°Whah?¡± ¡°Hey! Everyone! We¡¯ve got a newbie ass for sale! Cunt, ass, mouth, all are free to use once for the cheap, cheap price of a copper coin or a favor. Tight, trained, and hot! Jacky & Rem guaranteed quality!¡± ¡°Nhoh. Huu chan¡¯t chell mhew,¡± I protested. ¡°Mummumumum¡­ Shut up!¡± Jacky spanked the sore spot on my thighs. I cried out and copsed on my knees. ¡°You¡¯re our bitch. Now get ready to take cock.¡± Jacky pointed at the gathering around us. Dozens of erections loomed above me. Hard futacocks of all sizes and shapes, all of them eager to use the helpless newbie, nearly as eager as I was to be used. Next moment of my life was a buffet. My pussy and ass didn¡¯t go two seconds without someone plunging into them, and neither did my mouth. Hot water and cum sshed over me in equal measure. Bodies squished against me on all sides, soft thighs, asses, and tits. Every now and then someone pressed a cunt to my face and rubbed themselves off on my nose. I¡¯m not sure how many of them passed me around, but I probably made a first impression to half of the patients in Horny Jail. They fucked me until a small army of orderlies rushed in to disentangle the pile. The whole thing was apparently my fault. I was bound tight against a patient stretcher, blindfolded, and gagged, and rolled away. First impressions of Horny Jail: Ten out of ten, would drop soap again. Sensory Deprivation Sensory Deprivation It felt really nice being cocooned by bondage like that, while basking in the afterglow of a gangbang. ¡°You enjoyed that?¡± Anjy snorted from beside me. My stretcher halted. I heard sounds of rubber pping and items being moved around. ¡°I nned to leave this forter, but it seems the overload method has no effect on you.¡± ¡°Mfhh?¡± I tugged on my straitjacket. ¡°Luckily, I believe I know your weakness. You¡¯re familiar with encasement bondage, yes?¡± Anjy asked, pacing around me, unseen. Her fingers traced my tummy, trailing over a nipple. I moaned. ¡°Prolonged sensory deprivation does interesting things to a mortal mind. Insanity is quitemon. I wonder how it will affect yours? We shall begin with a month long deprivation, followed by another overload, then two months, and so on, until the duration stretches to years. Prepare her.¡± Anjy clicked her fingers. I was released from the stretcher. Strong arms corrected my base uniform, removed my blindfold, gag, and straitjacket. For a moment I was totally unbound, and slightly confused, until I saw the sacks. Locked in narrow tube cells with sigil-etched walls floated girls and futas whose features had been erased by a skintight sleepsack and mask. A thick matter white cor with pink runes encircled their necks. Their hands and limbs writhed all over their bodies, furiously groping at their own bodies. My feet were lifted and slipped into a sleepsack, the inside of which was slippery with lube. It cinched around my calves, licking the contours of my body as they stretched it over my thighs, perfect ass, and hips. Again, it narrowed to follow my waist. My arms were pushed inside, uncuffed. With a p, thest bit of the sack tightened around my neck. A snug pressure encased me. The dutex rubber felt heavy. I couldn¡¯t push against it or stretch it, but I could slide my limbs around my body. ¡°Nhgah?¡± An orderly forced my mouth open and stuffed a tasteless rubber ballgag over my tongue. I winced, as another pushed big plugs into my nose, which ballooned, blocking airflow. I began to mouth breathe through a hole in the gag. ¡°A word of warning,¡± said Anjy, hefting what would soon be my cor. ¡°The rune on this blocks orgasm from reaching your brain. Thus, I would advise abstaining from masturbation, to the best of your ability¡­¡± Earplugs inted in my ears, blocking all sound except my breathing and heartbeat. A tight hood was pulled over my head and snapped tight against my neck. I struggled to breathe for a moment, before an airhole was aligned with that of my gag. A pressure then tightened around my neck. Something jolted through my spine as the cor clicked shut. Arms carried me. I felt myself being released onto nothing, until I simply floated in a horizontal position, presumably into one of the tube cells. Then, nothing. No sounds, no smells, no taste. Nothing, except an amalgamate of bodily sensations and restraining pressures from the sleepsack. Colors blinked in my vision, then faded into a calm sea of ckness. Steady rhythm of my heartbeat filled my world. Every breath, the sack squeezed my breasts with a pleasant hug. My hands rested over my breasts. I slid one down, moaning at a suddenly amplified sense of touch. Every millimeter of skin felt like a nipple, and when I brushed past my nipple¡­ It was like I¡¯d mmed a cock against my g-spot. I arched, my body tensing. Pleasure rushed through my abdomen, radiating to my whole body. Careful not to touch my nipples, I squeezed my breasts, relishing the absolutely divine slippery silkiness of my skin coated in the oil that lined the sack. My heartbeat quickened. The horny burn within me warmed into an aching smolder. Danger alert. Big danger! This felt too good. And I wasn¡¯t able to cum. If I started fapping now, I would never be able to stop. I would keep on groping and pleasuring myself till the end of eternity, marinating in my own arousal until I was a nutty deity pickle, a dumb b of meat capable of drooling and nothing more. I might actually go insane¡­ for good! Being an S-ss connoisseur of degeneracy, the thought made me incredibly hot. I should¡¯ve stopped myself. I really, really should¡¯ve. Instead, I slid my palms down my ribs, smooth velvety stomach with hints of abs, wide hips¡ªI took a detour to grope my deliciously plump butt¡ªmoving on my thighs. My breaths quickened as I trespassed upon the inner thighs. Heat radiated from my pussy like it was a furnace. Moaning, I pressed fingers against my smooth slipperybia. I stretched and pushed, squished and pinched, ying with my outer folds. My breaths grew frantic and moany. The smoldering forge heated and heated, fanned by the bellows of my lust. I choked down a sob, afraid of what was toe when I touched my more sensitive bits. And yet, I couldn¡¯t stop. My fingers darted for my clitty, rubbing the erect little nut with mad rotations, racing to orgasm¡­ racing¡­ My loins tensed. Every muscle of my body, every nerve, every fiber prepared to cum hard. My fingers raced harder. Faster. I bit on the gag, moaning madly as the muscles on my arm began to burn. I switched fingers, approaching even closer to climax. I clenched and unclenched my hips. I slipped the other hand behind my ass and slipped fingers in my asshole. Two at first, then three, four, five. Mmmph! I was a hair¡¯s breadth from cumming. The strength waned in my arms, forcing me to quit and slump into a frantically panting mess. My body shivered, hot, wet, and impossibly horny. Arousal coursed through me, like a pinball in a locked box or a cloud of hot gas in a container far too small for it. Pressure was unbearable and unreleasable. It was agony. Pure agony. I began to thrash madly against my restraints, but my fingers couldn¡¯t slide under the cor. No matter how I pushed and struggled, I couldn¡¯t lift my arms from myself. I couldn¡¯t part my legs. All I could do was writhe in my slimy hot rubber cocoon. I cried and screamed and moaned. I thrust fingers up my pussy and ass and masturbated, but no matter what I did, it wasn¡¯t enough. My clit started to hurt from being hard for too long. My nipples became sore from attempts to elicit a nipple orgasm. My abs burned from exhaustion from trying to work out a core-orgasm. My every hole dripped with the wet slimy oils secreted by the sleepsack. Truly and terribly spent, whimpering and trembling on the threshold of the biggest orgasm in my life, I fell into hazy dreams. I¡¯m not sure how long I slept and when my lustful dreams turned into a lightless reality. My self inflicted torment resumed. Hopeless, I begged for release through my gag, pleading for Dynja or whoever heard to let me go. None answered. My visual turned to static. My senses began to fade under the everpresent arousal. Days I writhed within the sleep sack, unable to grasp the elusive orgasm, yet doing my darndest to try and reach it. After three sleeps, I lost all track of time. They maintained my health with some kind of magic, depriving even the rhythm of feeding and shitting from me. I stopped having human thoughts. Everything was pleasure and its denial. Sensation. Groping. Touch. Bliss. World narrowed into my sleepsack, that slickforting nket. My restraint. Gag felt like a part of my mouth. The band of dutex wedged between my pussy-lips became a natural part of my loins. My thigh-highs felt like second skin. I started to forget things. How long had I been here? Where was I again? Was I dead? Though most of the time my brain was simply stuck in a misty fuzz, a constant experience of sensations without sentient thought. I probably spent at least a few days, maybe weeks without a single rational thought crossing my brain. Sleep and wakedness began to melt together as well. I began to hallucinate scenarios and sensations. Sometimes my hands were someone else¡¯s. Sometimes they belonged to an alien tentacle horror. One time, I panicked and nearly choked believing I¡¯d been swallowed whole by a snake. Another time I thought I was drowning underwater. Time crawled by from one dream to another. Every heartbeat was as agonizingly slow as the next, a throbbing eternity at the peak of pleasure. It was one long moment before cumming stretched into infinity. I became so used to it, that when brightness suddenly engulfed my vision, I genuinely panicked. Blurry figure loomed above me, shushing me as I thrashed, attempting to escape back into my peaceful nothingness. Plop. Sounds exploded in my ears. Words from a familiar voice. Plop. Smells burst inside my nose. Sweat, rubber, sex. ¡°Mmfgh! MMH!¡± ¡°Shhh! Shhh! Calm down buddy it¡¯s okay!¡± She cradled me against a pair of tanned breasts. Slowly, I came to, blinking tears away, I recognized Shadada disguised in an orderly¡¯s tight white dress. My fingers were still inside me, rubbing away. I moaned, pleading. ¡°Sorry friend, no can do. You¡¯ll be spasming for a day straight if I take the cor off, and that¡¯s gonna make escape mighty difficult. I sure hope you can still walk.¡±
Question. Would people be interested in a patreon for an extra chap or two and more frequent updates? I''m wondering how to afford a cover for the story. Tightly Bound Tightly Bound I trailed after Shadada, barely able to keep my attention on walking straight, let alone sneaking. Despite my best efforts, my fingers kept slipping under the hem of the tight nurse¡¯s dress, dipping into my burning little horny pot. Even whilst walking and trying to act natural, I couldn¡¯t stop masturbating. That damned climax-stopping cor still hugged my neck. I still hadn¡¯t cummed in over who knows how long. My body was on the edge. ¡°Guards,¡± Shadada whispered. She pressed turned to face me and began talking loudly about treatment procedures. The orderlies passed by, without so much as ncing at us. ¡°Phew¡­¡± My tan savior fanned herself. ¡°C¡¯mon. The employee¡¯s exit isn¡¯t far. We need to get ready to run. The door girls are big, and one of them is a rubbermage. I can distract them with a divine spell, but not for long.¡± ¡°Ahahaha¡­ Running is going to be a bit¡­¡± I bit my lip, my entire body shivered. My legs were two disobedient noodles in sexy white thigh-highs. ¡°It¡¯ll be a challenge.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the spirit.¡± Shadada grinned, patting my back. Gosh she was hot, I wanted to bang her right here and now. She must¡¯ve noticed. The pdin frowned sympathetically. ¡°I know it¡¯s tough. I tried a chastity belt for two months once. Absolute horror. I¡¯d never fapped so much with my nipples before. Feared they might fall right off!¡± Iughed, appreciating the support. We slipped out of the main corridors and into an employee locker room. Shadada ced her hand on the lock of one of them and chanted a quick spell. Click! The locker opened. She handed me a set of rather drab clothes. ¡°Put them on. I¡¯ll see if there¡¯s a scarf to hide the cor somewhere¡­¡± She began opening lockers and stripped herself. I shimmied out of the nurse¡¯s dress and panties, and was about to remove my stockings, when chatter sounded from the door. Shadada froze. ¡°That¡¯s the rubbbermancer! Hide! Quickly!¡± She whispered, and ran to shove me into a closet with her, then quietly shut the door. Thin slits in the metal door broke the darkness of the narrow closet. Shadada¡¯s toned body was pressed against mine, our breasts squished together, and legs entwined, with my nude pussy resting on her thigh. Her heaving rubbed against my nipples and her hot breath washed over me. The feminine scent of her sweat was gentle as that of any elf. I shuddered, moaning. Shadada sped a hand over my mouth. ¡°Mhhph!¡± ¡°Shh¡­¡± The rubbermage, a slender drae like myself, though one with dark purple skin, led a curvaceous human orderly into the room by hand. Both were chuckling and chatting. Then, the human nodded, and with a snap of her fingers, the rubbermage caused dutex to engulf the curvy human in a straitjacket and legbinder, which left her crotch bare. She was a futa. The rubbermage bent her over, spanked her ass, and shoved gloved fingers in there. Two, three, then four, then her entire slender wrist. The futa moaned and earned herself a gag. Laughing, the mage pulled out and manifested herself the mother of all strapons, a veritable monster of anal destruction evenrger than the toys I masturbate with! The mage pressed it in and fucked her peer. It had to hurt. It had to feel amazing. ¡°Mmmmngh¡­¡± I nced back to Shadada, rubbing my slit on her thigh. She grit her teeth, leaning back. ¡°Hey, we really shouldn¡¯t¡­¡± Her fingers slid over my breast, side, abdomen, and hip. I offered my thigh up against her elfy bits as a fair trade, and found her slit burning and slimy with desire. Shadada sucked in a breath, squirming against me in the confined closet, causing small moans to escape both our lips. ¡°Fuck¡­ Ion, we¡¯ll get caught.¡± She peeled her hand off my mouth. The futa outside released a hoarse scream of pleasure, cumming all over the floor. I caressed my elven friend¡¯s hips, meeting her big dark brown eyes. Selfish thoughts crossed my mind. For a moment I entertained the idea of saying ¡®fuck it¡¯, pressing my lips against hers, and letting our lusts loose until we drowned in the closet. But she was my friend. My mortal friend. I might survive decades locked up in here, since I could always concoct demigod level spells to heal my psycheter on. However, she wasn¡¯t my pdin, and thus beyond my powers to save should I identally break her. Stopping myself fromunching into fingerbanging her felt a hundred times worse than all the orgasm denial I¡¯d endured over thest months. I grit my teeth, biting down the whimpers, and nodded. ¡°Yeah, we can fuck when we get out.¡± She grinned. ¡°That¡¯s the spirit.¡± My elbow identally nged against metal. Shadada and I froze, hugging each other as the closet door creaked open. Two pairs of eyes stared right at us. ¡°Ah.¡± The rubbermage smiled. ¡°Would you like to join¡­¡± Her smile faded, eyes tightening. ¡°That¡¯s a patient cor.¡± Shadada threw her hand up and divine energy surged forth in a hazy mirage of mazes. The two employees stopped moving, their eyes zed over. ¡°Run!¡± Shadada grabbed my arm. We ran for the door. ¡°Clothes?¡± I looked back. ¡°No time. They¡¯ll be here within seconds. The ce has magic detection wards everywhere.¡± She kicked open the door and led us in a sprint through the employee hallways, up to a checkpoint with warded airlocks and guards. One of them blew a whistle. rms began ringing all over the horny jail. Shadada muttered a prayer to Dynja, gathering divine energy about her in what looked like a translucent armor in the shape of a sphinx. But just before it could solidify, the spell flickered and died. She cursed. ¡°Why now?!¡± The guards were alreadying for us, hefting stun wands. Shadada took on a martial stance. ¡°Stay behind me. I¡¯ll create an opening for you.¡± My heart tightened with guilt and love and adoration towards my brave sexy BFF. ¡°I¡­¡± What to do? What could I do to save her? Ruin my disguise and risk damaging the world with my true form? With my current thoughts limited to those of a mortal, I couldn¡¯t even begin toprehend the consequences of it. Even for Shadada, I couldn¡¯t destroy this ce and everyone in it. ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± was all I managed. Stun bolts whistled through the air. Shadad withstood them valiantly, her hands held up as a shield. But the fist-sized bolts of blue energy hammered into her at a ruthless pace, and by the ninth bolt, she took the knee. By eleventh, she was sprawled on the ground. A single bolt was enough to send my mortal form on the cold floor. If not for the cor, I would¡¯ve cum from the pain. Moments blurred as the stunbolt¡¯s magic sat atop my mind like a blue blindfold. We were seized by the orderlies and hoisted us upright. Hazily, I saw the outline of the rubbermage raise her fingers to cast a spell. Dutex flowed over my body like white paint, racing across my skin to engulf me from nose to toe. I choked momentarily. The shiny mass continued to writhe and tighten, pressing against my skin all over, constricting and cinching. It bubbled under my groin. A thin tendril slithered into my anus, spreading my hole and insides, as the plug widened and slithered deeper. Another entered my sex, at first thin, then filling, it reached all the way, sending a shock of pain-vored pleasure through me, when the huge dildo filled me up to the entrance of my womb. A tendril reached into a hole I¡¯d never even thought about, but recognized immediately as the pressure inside my urethra grew unbearable from the plug. Each plug pulsed, pumping shots of warm fluid in my holes until I screamed against my gag, ready to burst. The sheen of dutex before my lips pushed past my teeth at that point. Chewy rubber filled my mouth, sliding down my tongue and throat deeper than any cock I¡¯d sucked before. My eyes watered as more dutex filled my nose, clogging it up. I was about to pass out, when the tiniest of airholes opened up in the cock-gag, bridging outside with my throat directly. Lightheaded, I sucked in wheezing breaths, unable to fully sate my asphyxiation. My bodysuit smoothed my hands into helpless mittens and the animated dutex moved my hands behind my back, pressing them into a cruelly tight reverse prayer position behind my upper back. The two sleeves sealed against each-other. I moaned as bands of intense tightness appeared all across my body. Thick straps with D-links formed over my thighs, ankles, and knees. Belts strapped my legs together up to the knees and a short leash formed between my ankles. My toes fell down as cumbersomely tall heels grew under me, sealing off all the dreams of running away. More straps rose from my bodysuit, criss-crossing my body in a lewdly tight harness that dug deep grooves into my rubber-bound flesh. The pressure on my chest grew, further restricting already precious air, causing me to feel constantly out of breath. Standing beside me, Shadada stood on shivering legs. Bound as I was, she was struggling to breathe through her dick-gag. As a small mercy, her cor was that of dutex. Unlike me, she could cum, and based on the deep blush and lustful haze of her eyes, she¡¯d climaxed several times while being sealed into her dutex prison. ¡°Astonishing foolishness,¡± said a scornful voice I was all too familiar with. Dynja, disguised as Anjy, strutted to the scene, oozing of haughty smugness. ¡°Ma¡¯am.¡± The orderlies saluted. ¡°The unidentified intruder attempted to make off with a patient, after assaulting two of our staff.¡± Anjy nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on my pitiful form. ¡°I¡¯m aware. The warden scryer reported the attack to me minutes ago. You¡¯ve all done an exemry job capturing the two.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Anjy walked slowly around us. ¡°What I struggle to fathom is how the famous Pdin Shadada could have been tricked into aiding a lust addicted fool such as our worthless patient?¡± Murmurs of recognition shock and spread across the room. Shadada¡¯s eyes widened, embarrassment and shame coloring her face pepper-red. ¡°A noble soul brought low by this despicable cretin!¡± Anjy yanked the link of my cor and squeezed my crotch, causing all the embedded rubber toys to push deeper. I moaned from the pleasure, growing light-headed as I forgot to breathe. ¡°Both of them evidently require the attention of our facilities, but I want you, Pdin Shadada, to look at this amoral sack of lustful filth, to truly take a look at her.¡± Anjy removed my orgasm inhibiting cor. All at once, the sensations from constricting pressure of dutex suit, the harness, the bondage, and the three plugs caused my nerves to shoot white hot with an overload of pleasure. I came hard, convulsing against my bindings. Only the steely grip of the orderlies held me from falling. ¡°Is this what you wish to be?¡± Anjy shouted at Shadada, and mmed her open palm against my breast. I shuddered and came again. My love-juices oozed around the toyes, making myher-region all slimy again. Another p, this time on my cheek. My climax couldn¡¯t stop now. The cock-gag muffled my moans of pleasure into a trembling wheeze. ¡°A base slut unable to restrain herself for the sake of fleeting physical pleasure.¡± Another spank. ¡°A selfish whore who¡¯d risk her sanity and that of those around her for heightened orgasms.¡± Her words hit me in the just right spot. The mix of pity and second-hand shame in orderlies intensified it. The look of horror and pleasure on Shadada¡¯s face multiplied that all times eleven. With tears of pleasure burning down my cheeks, I climaxed so hard my body nearly shut down. The conversation continued around me. The spanks kept on falling on my breasts and ass. I must¡¯ve missed around five minutes of the humiliation, as I¡¯d nearly cked out. When I came to, Anjy threw me on the floor and pressed a heeled shoe on my pussy. ¡°Why would you aid thiszy lust addicted waste of space and throw your life away? Why would you risk your life for someone, who quite obviously belongs in Horny Jail for the rest of her miserable life?!¡± Humiliated and shaken, Shadada cried too, but her tears weren¡¯t entirely those of pleasure. There was sadness in them. Resignation. Anjy knelt down to rip my gag off. Slime and drool stuck to the foot-long cock and nose-plugs. I was sent into a coughing fit, then forced to cry out, as the heel pinned my clit down. ¡°Pitiful worm. Do you even have anything to say to justify your¡ª¡± ¡°Stop time, please,¡± I mouthed silently. Anjy quirked her brow. In an instant, the world became monochrome and everyone except the two of us stopped moving. Dynja¡¯s mortal disguise peeled off like a thin illusion, revealing the void-ck humanoid sphinx¡¯s true demigoddess form. ¡°It is toote to beg. Take your punishment here, never contact my pdin again, and I shall forget your transgressions,¡± she said, lording over my bound form. ¡°Nah.¡± Her features twitched. ¡°¡®Nah¡¯?¡± ¡°It means no.¡± ¡°I am aware of what it means.¡± I licked my lips as they spread into a wicked grin, and dropped my Uno reverse on Dynja. and said, ¡°Look at who¡¯s interfering in mortal affairs now.¡± Dynja raised her chin. ¡°I have not. This is all your doing.¡± ¡°You used divine powers to scry fun-time ns with Shadada, then interfered, causing her to go on a rescue mission to save me, which led to her being led here. So, her choices have been directly altered by your divine interference. Plus, you haven¡¯t restricted yourself to a mortal body like I have. You¡¯re only disguising your divine form. What would the higher deities think of a supposedly neutral lesser deity like yourself going around the mortal world, changing destinies and twisting fates like this?¡± ¡°Hmph.¡± Dynja ground her heel against my clit, causing me to twist from the sudden assault of delightful pain. ¡°Wretched fool. This is how I¡¯ve conducted my mortal affairs for millennials, and this is how I shall continue to carry them out. Herein lies a free lesson to you, perverted transmigrator. Higher deities do not care for what we do, so long as we exercise the proper etiquette and refrain from stirring too much chaos. We have an unspoken agreement, so long as we do not draw mortal attention, certain rules can be¡­ nudged.¡± To punctuate, she nudged her foot, pressing the dildo in my cunt against my womb. ¡°Aaaahnmgh! Haahh¡­ haahh¡­¡± Shivering, I gathered myself, maintaining a winner¡¯s grin. ¡°B-but say a higher deity was watching. Saaay¡­ one happened to be subscribed to my horny butt, and wander by the evidence of your actions. One might have to interfere.¡± Dynja¡¯s eyes widened in a sudden fright. Her wings spread wide, divine magic coalescing into a long range teleportation. ¡°Na-a-aa! Don¡¯t leave like that. It¡¯d only further mess with these mortals. You do know that the rubbermage is a grandmage and would immediately recognize the astral disturbance from your spell as being magic beyond mortal ability, right? Given that you¡¯ve gone to such lengths to research this ce to stop my funtimes. Oh, and that futa over there next to the rubbermage. You do know that she¡¯s the daughter of the arch-bishop of Harummon. Add in her knowledge of divine lore and the rubbermage, and there¡¯s a big chance they¡¯ll recognize who did this. A higher deity like Harummon couldn¡¯t possibly let this go, would he?¡± Dynja grit her fangs, her face twitching as she suppressed boiling emotions. ¡°You dare¡­¡± Iughed. ¡°Besides, you still owe me a good spanking, though that stuff before¡­¡± I sucked in drool from just thinking about the humiliation she¡¯d given me. ¡°That was a good start, but a filthy lust addicted slut like me needs¡­ more.¡± ¡°You dare hold me hostage?¡± Dynja hoisted me up by the throat. I struggled helplessly, choking. ¡°Mmmhh¡­ If it gets you to do this? Yesss.¡± ¡°Hraaaah!¡± She threw me down. ¡°Aaaahn! I love being thrown about like a rag too.¡± Her ws twitched as she paced the time-frozen room. ¡°You¡­ you absolutely irredeemable degenerate!¡± My eyelids fluttered, I bit my lip. ¡°Mmm. More, please.¡± ¡°What is it you aim to aplish with this? Do you believe I would relinquish Shadada to you if you ckmail me? Are you fool enough to believe I would let this digression slide?¡± ¡°No. So let¡¯s make it fair. Take on a mortal guise with the same restrictions as mine. Then let the world y out as it would, without any divine interference.¡± The pause betrayed Dynja¡¯s hesitation. ¡°Scared?¡± I sneered. ¡°Big scawy deity scawed of getting trussed up if she loses?¡± ¡°Ha! You shall see me victorious regardless of whether we y by your ridiculous restrictions, or rules ofmon sense. And once you witness my fundamental superiority, I will take my time punishing you, until proper humility can be aroused from the corrupted depths of your filthy transmigrator soul!¡± ¡°Rewind.¡± She snapped her fingers, and both of us moved backwards, until we stood in the exact same positions as we had before Time Stop. Dynja then touched my forehead. Massive arrays of divine runes sted pure white color around her and her eyes red like a pair of pale neutron stars. The sphinx¡¯s magic copied my Divap rune and etched it on her forehead. Her body shrunk back to mortal form of Anjy Domwood, the dark skinned human woman possessing an aura of cold regal beauty, and an obvious half-chub tenting her tight business woman¡¯s skirt. ¡°I look forward to educating you,¡± she said and released the Time Stop. Dynja’s Defeat Dynja¡¯s Defeat For half a day, she humiliated me in front of a helpless Shadada, showing the elf how degraded I truly am. How I crave utter humiliation and pleasure thates with it. ¡®A snapshot of your future,¡¯ Dynja said to Shadada. I could see her wavering, reconsidering. Then someone double checked Anjy Domwood¡¯s paperwork, and it turned out that a senior doctor of Horny Jail had been under a mind-control spell this whole time. Not so smart without divinely enhanced brain capacity, are you, Dynja? No she isn¡¯t. Her entire n was strapped down in an instant. Orderlies rushed into the room, where my ass had been spanked purple with a cane. Dynja, screaming and fighting, was stripped of her doctor¡¯s coat and clothes, and walked away. The next time we saw her, the goddess in disguise wore the same white thigh-highs, sleeved dutex leotard, and straitjacket as the rest of us ¡®patients¡¯. Orderlies tossed her into the same cramped cell me and Shadada shared. She grumbled defiantly, drool sliding down her chin as she suckled on the same dutex cock-gag as the two of us. Her thick ck futa-meat was cursed into unending erection by a magical cock-ring. Lewd translucent proof of her arousal slid down from the pussy under her cock, coating her dark thighs. After humping each other¡¯s thighs for hours, Shadada and I moaned with delight to wee her. I pressed against Dynja from the side. The dark goddess¡¯ eyes darted between us, our breasts, our bodies. She sucked in a whimpering cry and shot us res, though couldn¡¯t quite hide her real desires. Her dark nipples stood erect atop hefty tits. Her breath quickened and her gaze kept on stealing lingering nces of our legs and slits. I wiggled my butt against her, moved my body as if I was writhing on a cock, and winked. ¡°Mgh?¡± ¡°Gffh.¡± Dynja huffed and raised her chin, all the while rubbing her thighs against each other. Shadada and I locked eyes, and pinned her between us. The bound goddess shivered, swallowing as her arousal grew from obvious to ring, until I flipped over and presented my wet horny pussy. Not much talking was done afterwards. We teased Dynja into fucking us by humping and grinding against her, until she relented. The cock-ring prevented her from cumming, but not from falling prey into our temptations over and over again. She pinned us to the ground one by one, letting the other watch and writhe as she waited her turn. We pinned her down below us, riding the thick dark cock, whilst a helpless Dynja tossed and struggled beneath us, begging incoherent moans into her gag. And, when she was spent, sprawled on the floor, spasming to thest rhymes of countless highs of cumless orgasms, we took turns giving attention to her butt and puss, toefucking her with our stocking-d feet. That night, we slept in a pile of tied up sexiness. Next morning, and on all the mornings thereafter, all three of us were treated like fresh meat by the rest of the inmates, bent over during showers. Jacky and Ram charged petty prison currency and favors for our holes at an abysmal rate. Every day, when we got our daily ¡®correctional education¡¯ from the orderlies, our asses and pussies were already filled and drooling cum. They were merciless. We were given courses on self denial, fed aphrodisiacs, given sybian vibrators to sit on, and told to hold in the urge to turn it on, and put us on disy. So there we were, three of us tied in our straitjackets, hot and horny, whimpering and crying from the humiliation of guests and potential clients walking by the window, as a doctor exined how this ¡®exercise¡¯ was supposed to help free us from our lusts. We failed, of course. The punishment too was carried out as a form of public humiliation. After cumming, we were encased in dutex bitch-suits and paraded on leashes between the guest¡¯s feet, while the doctor performed 4D mental gymnastics to justify the benefits of degradement to perverted minds. Dynja stained the floor in cum from mental stimtion, and was forced to lick it all up in front of a watching crowd. Not gonna lie, I was a bit jelly. In the months that followed, we got our full course of Horny Jail. Submissive training, where mine and Shadada¡¯s brattyness as well as Dynja¡¯s resistance were slowly ground away. Even I became a good girl after several days of no-cum sensory-deprivation. I epted the staff as my mistresses, and learned to please them before myself. Body sensitizing treatments, where our bodies were repeatedly coated in alchemicalpounds. I was sadly deemed ¡®too sensitive¡¯ for most of it, given that I can already cum from just about anything, but I enjoyed watching Shadada and Dynja find an appreciation for every hole and crevice of their bodies. The goddess in particr seemed conflicted after she started cumming from giving oral. Oh, and we did have some of those milking sessions I booked too. Combined with the treatment and submissive training, we were basically a trio of cows. Side by side, the three of us were kept securely bound in a metallic barn for ve cattle, and fixed to milkers for hours at a time. Supposedly, the lesson of that cow training was that our horny ways would lead us to be less than ves, but what I learned was that I really, really need to try being real human cattle someday soon (minus the gore part). Just the idea of being used as a breeding sow with zero rights. Mmmph! I pretended I was already there and mooed happily, when the orderliesplimented me on my modest breast growth. We got let go after a total of four months, when my initial payment for my and Shadada¡¯s stay ended. I¡¯ve no clue how long Dynja stayed afterwards, but Jacky and Ram seemed to im her as their permanent prison bitch, so hopefully she enjoyed her stay. (Pssst! Feel free to tell us how it went in thements Dynja! I¡¯m curious ^_^ since you seemed to enjoy being turned into a subby XOXOXO) Bondageless Bonding Bondageless Bonding After Horny Jail, it was time for a little honesty. Shadada still had a few vacation days, so I invited her to a friendly date. A proper date. No tentacles or very this time. She was the first friend I¡¯d made in centuries, which is a pretty big oof if you think about it, so I wanted to just chill with her too. First, we went shopping for something to spend a night in. Mind you, this was my first time shopping with another girl as a girl. A bi girl, who had hots for me. It was a st trying stuff on, striking poses in skimpy threads, watching her do the same. If not for Horny Jail¡¯s education, we¡¯d have fucked in that fitting cab. I ended up sliding into a tight ck dutex cocktail dress with two inches of hem under my ass. Kind of fell in love with the way the material stretches and hugs me. I also picked an elegant choker and heels. Shadada stuffed her sporty derriere in a pair of booty-shorts and covered her tits with a bikini top. A proper tomboy pdin. We looked positively trashy, hot enough to cause a revolution, and ready to part-eh! Conquest of the city¡¯s clubs and taverns began with dancing and karaoke. We started cautiously, with some drinks called Fizzy Starlight. Can¡¯t remember thest time I¡¯d actually drank alcohol, Gods! So tasty! Our first steamy duet was off-key, but the song was about a horny futanari and sung with passion of two degenerates. Two of us were an immediate hit, garnering hoots and whistles. We upped the heat, pressing our hot bodies together, and formed an eye-contact that almost burned the entire club down. Eventually, some femboy witches brought us over to a floating sky tower for an afterparty. We bathed in a reverse gravity pool that hung upside down over the city, making its lights appear as stars above us. Me and Shadada teased the shit out of the witches with lesbian swimsuit action. But, unfortunately, despite being cute, the femdudes were total vani normies, so we drank them under the table and ditched their tower. Shadada stole one of their brooms to fly home with. Night breeze cooled my damp skin and chilled through my skin-tight dress. I pressed myself closer against Shadada¡¯s back for warmth. ¡°Hey, I see it!¡± Shadada cheered drunkenly. ¡°Not far anymore, we¡¯ll be in bed soon.¡± ¡°Neat.¡± Even less time for me to figure out how to say it. I squeezed my hands tighter around Shadada, feeling nervousness stir in my chest and tummy. It made me feel like a¡­ mortal? Like a mortal. A mortal who¡¯s nervous about people hating her. Nervous about revealing her truths and baring open her heart. It was at once nice and awful. The ancipication. ¡°Everything okay back there?¡± Shadada nced at me. ¡°Y-yeah. All good.¡± ¡°You sure, hun? You¡¯re all jittery.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± I licked my lips. ¡°The truth is¡­¡± Dread of rejection froze my words. I wished I had a gag to seal my mouth with. At least, in Horny Jail, we didn¡¯t have time or brain-power to think of anything besides our lusts. I wished I was bound and helpless, safe from the world in my bondage. No. I couldn¡¯t pussy out now! ¡°The, um¡­ The truth is. I¡¯m a demi-god. A real one.¡± ¡°Huh.¡± Shadada kept staring up ahead. After a spell, she nodded. ¡°Sure. Makes sense.¡± I blinked. ¡°Just like that?¡± She shrugged. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t lie to me about something like that.¡± ¡°Heh.¡± I smiled warily. ¡°Still BFFs?¡± ¡°Still BBFs.¡± Shadada grinned back at me. My breast nearly burst with cheer and joy. I kissed her cheek and hugged her happily. ¡°Hehehe. Oh, also, if you¡¯d like to switch deities¡­ ya¡¯know¡­ so I could keep your soul around as a celestial after you die and stuff like that¡­ well, I¡¯ve got this ritual I got off a Demon Lord. It¡¯s pretty kinky. I need to happen in my domain to work. You don¡¯t have to if you don¡¯t wanna. But, just saying, I really, really like you. Would be neat if we could keep hanging out forever and, yeah.¡± Shadada¡¯s smile ttened. ¡°Mmh. Let me think about it, Ion. There¡¯s a lot I need to take care of in Dynja¡¯s Temple.¡± ¡°Yeah. Think about it. Take your time. Here¡¯s the ritual instructions, whenever you¡¯re ready, if you decide to go with it. I¡¯ll be right there.¡± I handed her a paper-slip with ritual instructions. ¡°Thanks.¡± Next morning, she went to work, so we didn¡¯t have time to bang. I went home to my domain and fapped the stress away. Fap Club Fap Club Alright, my fellow deities and demigods at Lesser Deities¡¯ Afternoon Club, it is time for Ion¡¯s much awaited masturbation guide! Whoo boy, have I been looking forward to this. To those wondering, my bff hadn¡¯t contacted me for a year and I took it like a total champ. Basically, I shlicked the hours away at max speed, and definitely did not cry at all. So, yeah, I started holding guided fap sessions to my fes and ferettes at Lesser Deities¡¯ Afternoon Club. Think of it as yoga, but instead of being soft-porn, our sessions are genuinely lewd. First several months were a bit of a chaos, with us figuring out the best way to arrange the sessions, setting some ground rules, and agreeing on payment. Now though, we¡¯ve got this mostly figured out, so it should be fine letting you guys in on the action! Plus, today¡¯s session was a little special. It started as usual, with me, fully clothed in warm fuzzy robes, sitting on a chair in my scrying chamber. The room was a vast borderless chamber of white mist and the floor a pearly mirror, slightly opaque. Without static or distortion, my students began popping in, forming a semi-circle around me. ¡°Wee! Wee!¡± I raised my arms in cheer, nodding at those who arrived. ¡°Tlippoth, Ainu, Merwen. Uno, good to see you decided to give it another shot.¡± The lesser deity of reverses had been awfully embarrassed, when I guided him through the motions of a gender transformation spell. Understandable, considering his natural form was that of a hypermuscr cactus dryad. ¡°It was¡­ an intriguing experience,¡± Uno replied in his gruff voice. ¡°Two weeks shall pass. And you shall ce yourself under casting a permanent transformation. Thus is my prediction,¡±ughed Tlippoth, a formerly formless lesser deity from the shapeless void, now dangerously curvaceousdy with extra helpings of eldritch sexiness in her hips, thighs, and almost outrageous breasts. Dark oily purple glistened on her skin. Slender tendrils fell from her head like thick dreadlocks, forming a long intricate braid. ¡°Hells naw. She¡¯ll be a proper girl by the end of today, mark my words, she will.¡± The boisterous voice belonged to Rapudenah, a lesser deity of fabrics. She¡¯d discarded her former patchwork teddy-bear look and taken on the shape of a petite human with white quilted eyes moving on the ck blindfold that covered the upper half of her face. ¡°I for one rmend you try out a futa form today,¡± said a deeper voice. Ainu was a nature spirit on par with lesser deities, a massive wolfgirl with white ears and tail and a muscr body full of tattoos reminiscent of ancient cave-paintings. A thick cock hung over her pussy, already in half-chub. Several more deities tuned in. If not for the fact that I was a deity, I bet I would¡¯ve felt damn nervous for having twenty-plus fellow deities gather around me with expectant stares. ¡°Oki doki!¡± I pped, smiling. ¡°Thanks everyone. Great to have you here again for another wet fap guidance session.¡± My awful pun elicited a few sympathetic chuckles. ¡°Good to see so many of you¡¯ve already settled on your preferred forms. You don¡¯t have to though, it¡¯s all good if you prefer something more fluid, or like to switch it up like socks. Though do consult your higher deities for thatst one, your worshipers might have a tough time sending you their faith, if you go from a recognizable icon to a shapechanger.¡± I began to loosen my bathrobe, letting it fall of my slender shoulders and pool onto the ground. Heat rushed to my cheeks and ears and down my hips, as a score of eyes took stock of my cream-white silk undergarments. Sunlight-yellowce and filigree decorated my stockings, garter-belt, see-through panties, corset, fingerless sleeves, and fabric cor. Tiny bows and silk-roses added an extra dash of girliness to the ensemble, making my golden clit and nipple piercings ever lewder. ¡°Today¡¯s theme is ¡®a frustrated princess¡¯. It doesn¡¯t have to be a mortal princess, anything that¡¯ll make you feel as if you¡¯re a pampered princess, who¡¯s following her horny desires secretly from the rest of the court can do the trick. Or heiress of a tribe or n or any kind of organization, where you are supposed to be prim and proper.¡± ¡°What about a warprince?¡± asked Ainu, the wolf futa. ¡°The futa heirs to the Northwaste King? Yeah, I think imagining yourself as one of them would fit nicely. Feel free to alter the outfits to your preferences. It doesn¡¯t need to be what the princesses actually wear, just something that evokes the feeling.¡± Deities and demigods around me were changing as fabrics of various colors licked across their feminine curves, forming outfits that ranged from adorable to even more scandalous than mine! A girly grunt came from where a manly cacti-dryad had stood. In his ce was an aloe-vera-green humanoid woman with three fingers and two toes, reflective ck eyes, and sharp spiky teeth. Huge colorful flowers drooped from her head. She was already rubbing her mosquito-bite tits and fingering her smooth slit. ¡°Uno, no fapping yet,¡± I reminded her gently. The dryad meeped, looked around her, and grew dark green after noticing the grins around her. She was thest one to dress up, giving herself an outfit much-like mine, except a shade of red that matched her head-flowers. ¡°Looking good everyone! I¡¯m getting a little hot just looking at you,¡± I chuckled, growing hotter for admitting it. ¡°Tonight, you shall know me not as Tlippoth of the Gaping Void,¡± announced the eldritch girl. ¡°Know me tonight as Tilipopoth, the sacrificial princess of Juduoloch¡¯s of Outer Realm, as she longs for the swift passage of eons so she may fulfill her born duty.¡± Translucent living fabrics bit deeply into her thick curves, forming a shifting shape between a full bodysuit and leotard-thigh-highs set. ¡°Great roley there Tilp- Tilipopoth,¡± I gave her a thumbs up and turned to address the crowd. ¡°Alrighty! Last time, we had you all humping your imaginary master¡¯s leg, while deepthroating their cocks, like the good girls you are. Today, we¡¯re going back to self bondage, and good old indulgence. How many of you know what a sybian is? Show of hands!¡± A few raised their hands. I nodded, creating said device from thin-air for them to study. ¡°Sybian is a hard saddle-shaped cushion. Various attachments can be mounted on top of the ridge. When the girl sits on top, she can activate the ridge to vibrate, making for a pleasurable andfy ride, even for extended periods of time. In other words, this here device makes for an S-gradebo with self-bondage!¡± There were a few appreciative gasps and whistles. ¡°Okay, girls copy this in your own domains, and set the toy on the floor like so~¡± I bent over, making sure to give them a good look at the garments wedged against my smooth lower lips, and set the sybian down. With the fluid grace of a sultry dancer, I sat over it, rubbing myself on the ridge. ¡°Mmfp. Now, what you ce on top is up to you. If you aren¡¯t sure what you like yet, you can follow my example.¡± I nced at Uno. Her face was flushed, her nipples hard, and her arousal as obvious as mine. It was impossible to not get hot and horny with so many horny deities in one space. I created a set of rubbery bumps on my sybian, one to vibrate against my clit and tworger humps to press against (but not enber) my pussy and rear-hole. After wiggling onto afy seated posture, I waited for everyone to catch up. Like usual, Ainu chose to have her ass impaled with a massive dildo, causing her futa cock to bleed pre-cum. Tlippoth went for two modest rubber tentacles. After a few minutes, twenty or so of us deities turned into horny sluts were sitting on sybians with our girly bits more or less filled. ¡°Looking hot, girls!¡± I called out. ¡°Oki doki. Create a set of ankle and thigh shackles. Material is up to you, but pick somethingfy. In addition, you should make some arm restraints, simple wrist and arm cuffs are fine. If you want to, you can add a gag and a blindfold. Don¡¯t create them on yourself, dressing up is half the joy!¡± I created a set of pretty white-and-yellow leather cuffs to go with my princessy lingerie. Once everyone was ready, I grabbed the ankle cuff, and began fastening them on my legs. ¡°Now, if you¡¯re a degenerate like me, you¡¯ll probably start feeling hot as you tighten the restraints. Embarrassed too. Keep on putting them on, even if your heart feels about to burst. Embrace that shame of wanting to be tied up. Embrace that desire to be a helpless subby ve, so desperate for domination that she¡¯s willing to do it herself.¡± Thigh shackles bit deeply into my thick stocking-d flesh. I locked the two bindings together, binding my heels against my ass. My weight shifted entirely onto the sybian, pressing the rubber bumps hard against my crotch. ¡°Mmmf. Aah¡­ Take your time enjoying the process.¡± Biting my lip, I let my hands wander over my smooth lc curves, copping a feel of my breasts, tweaking the nipple piercings. ¡°Nngh. Ah¡­ Haah¡­ You¡¯ll be tied up soon, so now¡¯s a good time to tease your breasts. Give them a hard squeeze.¡± Whimpers, moans, and groans of the deities made for a lewd chorus. ¡°Touch your ass. Feel your neck. You can even slip a finger or two in huuh houh¡­¡± I shuddered while fingerfucking my mouth, letting out a pathetic whine. ¡°Mmm~ Get your bodies worked up, heighten the anticipation. If you have gags or blindfolds, you can start putting them on.¡± Tlippoth blindfolded herself. Ainu eased a dildo-gag down her throat and good little Uno tightened an open mouth gag over her head. ¡°Good pick Uno! Open mouth gags are great for anyone who wants to feel a little more vulnerable. I just love the degradation of drooling all over myself that it brings.¡± ¡°Mhhgah.¡± She nodded, her tongue lolling out through the ring. ¡°Oookay, everyone! Take a few more moments to enjoy the build-up.¡± After a minute, I picked up my arm shackles. ¡°Now. Get your arm bindings. Get them on nice and tight, just over the elbows. Then the wrist shackles. Once you¡¯re done, you¡¯re going to want to slip a short chain between the arm shackles. Clip them on, like so.¡± I attached my arms together at the elbows with a short chain behind my back. ¡°Now, for the wrists, simply lock them to your thigh-ankle shackles.¡± Click. And click. ¡°Aaaand, we¡¯re nicely trussed up.¡± I wiggled my limbs, moaning softly as my mound ground against the sybian. Sexydy deities finished tying themselves up all around me. A few eager pervs already humped their seats, Ainu among them. Pre-cum bubbled from her girl dick. ¡°Now, to those of you, who are newer to bondage. Take your time. Feel out the restraints,¡± I said, as I followed my own instructions. ¡°Tug on them. Struggle a little bit, there we go. Feels good doesn¡¯t it? Being tied up is nice. Mmmgh. With arms at your sides, you can¡¯t cover yourself. Can¡¯t continue tweaking your nipples. Can¡¯t even masturbate. All you can do is sit there and be a little piece of sexy helpless meat. Doesn¡¯t that just get you hot, or am I the only perv here?¡± Affirmative moans and mumbles answered me. I grinned. ¡°Good girls. Okay. Let¡¯s start cumming! Feed the sybian some mana. If you copied it correctly, it should start vibrrrrat¡ª OoooooOooh Hahaha¡­ Nnnf.¡± The beads pressing against my clit, sex, and ass buzzed a soft brr. I shuddered, shifting as much as my bondage allowed, bringing all the weight onto my clit. Pleasure shocked through me. Lust colored my expression as I bit my lip, trying my darndest to dy what was quickly building up to be a big messy and utterly disgraceful orgasm. ¡°Ghhh.¡± I grit my teeth, sucking in drool. ¡°Haah¡­ The setting¡­ Aahh¡­ keeps¡­ Nngh! building up¡­ steady¡­ highs¡­ sensing your¡­ arousal.¡± My fists balled and limbs tensed. I was so close. So damn close. Not yet. You have to give them instructions for how to tell the sybian to stop. Brrrr! ¡°Once you¡­¡± Fuck! Unbearable trembles pressed against my love bead. Even my breasts vibrated, making the golden piercings wiggle. My eyes rolled upward. Can¡¯t¡­ Can¡¯t do it! Can¡¯t hold. ¡°Ion, the Golden Star of Knowledge and Magic, who bows to the Seven Star Celestial, I call thee to witness my submission to you!¡± called a distant voice. All the little orgasm muscles in my loins exploded simultaneously, flooding my body with pleasure. Hot warmth squirted out of me. I let out a scream as bliss washed my brain nk. Next blink, my scrying chamber was gone, reced by a warm room of deep red velvets, numerous exotic nts, and scented candles. ¡°FUCK!¡± Tied up atop my fapmachine, I trashed helplessly as the bzzz intensified, sending cruel jolts of delight to my poor sensitized button. ¡°Um¡­¡± Shadada, dressed in red leather cuffs and harness, lounged on a loveseat. Her legs were spread inches from my mouth and a thick fem-juice stained dildo was half-way inside her. Her wide chocte eyes rowed over me and thinned into a wicked grin. ¡°Nice outfit, my goddess.¡± ¡°Thank¡ª Mghb!¡± Elf pussy juices coated my tongue and throat as Shadada shoved her used dildo in my mouth. She then seated herself behind me on the sybian, andpletely derailed my Fap Club session. Perved On By My Paladin Perved On By My Pdin ¡°On my soul, I Shadada swear¡­¡± She leaned to nuzzle the back of my neck, trailing circles of kisses and nibbles on spots that sent jolts of excitement through me. Writhing helplessly against my bindings, I moaned, choking lightly on the pussy-juice coated dildo. Merciless as only a machine can be, the sybian buzzed against my naughty bits, making me cum every time Shadada so much as touched me. Another kiss turned into a suckling nibble on my pointy ear. Femcum splurted out of my hot wet slit. ¡°...until and after Abyss breaks and Heavens shatter¡­¡± Shadada shimmied closer. Her thighs pressed against my ass and her breasts squished into my back. One hand trailed my vulnerable abdomen and breasts, twirling a teasing spiral over my nipple. The other hand licked my body up and down, squeezing exposed bits of lc flesh around my embarrassingly girly princess lingerie. ¡°...to be a faithful and loyal servant¡­¡± Shebined a sharp toothy kiss on my nape with a twist of both my nipplie piercings, eliciting a wanton scream from my gagged lips. Hot waves of pleasure held my body imprisoned in a haze as one waning climax gave way to the next. ¡°...of my goddess I-o-n.¡± With each of the painfully slowly pronounced letters, she twisted my nipples 180 degrees, leaving them in an agonizing pinch. The profane ritual I¡¯d bargained from a demon lord and given to Shadada recognized my moan as me epting the vow. Symbols painted all over Shadada¡¯s living room lit up with golden light that matched the divine runes on my flesh. I felt the pdin¡¯s vow settle between us, even as she caused me to cum. My divine energy filled her, causing the elf¡¯s breath to flutter. Her soul was mine. ¡°Did I get it right?¡± Shadada asked, leaning over. I nodded, groaning. ¡°Yaaaay!¡± She let go of my nipples. In her excitement, Shadada tackled me off the sybian. We ended up tangled on the floor, her on top, me pinned on the floor. ¡°It worked! It worked.¡± Shadadaughed, hugging me. ¡°It actually worked, woods and wisps, I didn¡¯t¡­ You¡¯re actually a Goddess.¡± ¡°Mghf¡­ gfuh?¡± I wiggled my arms. Shadada¡¯s mouth and eyes thinned into a dangerous grin. ¡°My helpless little goddess. Oh, poor thing, you¡¯re far too cute like this. Hold on, let your faithful pdin help you.¡± Finally! I mumbled agreements against the dildo as Shadada helped me upright, lifted me up, and princess-carried me into her bed. Not gonna lie, a muscr tanned dark elf carrying me would¡¯ve made my pussy wet as fuck had I not already been soaked to my womb. She set me down on the silky red sheets and opened a closet containing roughly one half of a BDSM store. ¡°Heeeere we go¡­ As I recall, you were quite the anal slut, right?¡± Thump, the toy thumped down onto the sheets beside me. My eyes widened in horror at the sight of the wobbly chain of fist-sized balls. I began to voice my concerns, but Shadada took me by the shoulders and flipped me around. I heard the squirt of lube. Cold slimy fingers smeared it around my twitching asshole. ¡°Loosen up a little, my goddess. You¡¯ve had bigger cocks in there.¡± One then two fingers slipped in. I buried my face in the sheets, arching my back as pleasure hit me hard. Three, four, five fingers widened my slutty rearhole, leaving it gaping. Even that was not enough to prepare me for the beads. My ass felt about to explode as Shadada pressed the ball against my sphincter. And something did explode, when the loud plop was followed by a mind-numbing buzz. Second ball followed far too soon, but I took them in like a good little Goddess, epting the gut-stretching toy in its entirety, and allowing my asshole to close around the stringy hook left outside. ¡°Mmm. Look at you, good goddess,¡± Shadada cooed, rubbing my slightly bloated belly as she stood up and went back to her naughty closet. ¡°Your pdin is getting pretty horny over here, do you think she¡¯s earned a reward?¡± She popped open a bottle and swallowed something. ¡°Mgh?¡± With great struggle, I rolled over and saw a massive futa cock grow from her groin, bulging into full erection. ¡°A nice, long, leisure reward¡­¡± Shadada retrieved a toy from her closet, bent over, and for my viewing benefit, filled the dark hole between her sexy toned elf-buns with a nice big ck rubber plug. Then came (and went in) a dildo, filling up both her holes. I whimpered, squirming to draw pleasure from the balls in my anus as the elf put on a tease show. She dressed her nipples and clit with vibrators, her cock with a ring, giving her hips a sexy wiggle, followed by a swaying dance that made my cunny lips ache. I begged her to fill me, but Shadada only shook her finger. ¡°Hold on~¡± During several torturously slow moments, she picked more toys from her close, put them on, and showed me how unfairly sexy she looked in them. Both of us were sloppy drool sluts with saliva dripping through our cock gags and down our tits. Hips swaying, she sashayed over onto the bed. I drank in the sight of that scarlet leather harness biting into her toned body as she settled over me, and rubbed her throbbing cock over my tummy for a final taunt, before plunging every damnably thick inch straight through my cunt. I felt the cock press against the anal beads. My cunny tightened around its length. I came with my ass and sex both, a mere second before Shadada shot her hot load deep inside me. The elf blushed, mumbling something akin to an apology against her gag. I panted, too exhausted by pleasure to reply. She mumbled something again, and began moving her limbs. Shdada slipped her legs around mine, and with clicks, bound her ankle shackles to mine. With two more clicks, she bound her wrist shackles behind my lower back, binding us together into a deeply intimate and inescapable embrace. I felt her heartbeat inside my sex and shuddered, melting beneath the lustful gaze of her dark brown eyes. Though there were pauses where we simply cuddled ory contently atop each other, we didn¡¯t change positions that day. Her cock was in me till waaaay into next day¡¯s afternoon, when we finally wiggled free and went on a date to celebrate her finally bing my pdin! She let me borrow a skimpy white dress that was a teeensy bit too short and tight for public, but what the heck, getting ogled by strangers is kind of nice. Gosh, I can barely contain how frigging ecstatic I am! My BFF is now my pdin! Muh. Mine! That means she¡¯s gonna be an immortal angel in my domain after her mortal body expires (though to be fair that¡¯s gonna be a few centuries off with an elf). I¡¯m so happy <3 Also, big sorry for everyone whose girly bits got tenderized by the sybians at Fap Club. As an apology, you get one free sexual favor coupon from me at the end of next session, when Tlippoth helps me guide us through 10 Ways to Have Fun With a Tentacle Sleepsack. Until next time~ Grade C+ Cattle Slave Grade C+ Cattle ve Sooo, first off, big thanks to Tlippoth for helping me run thest ten tentacle themed sessions of Fap Club. Gotta say, great work. The girl¡¯s an S-ss pervert, and that¡¯s gotta mean somethinging from me. My personal faves in no particr order were sleepsack action, crotch symbiote, and of course the tentacle cum-wrestling session. Damn that was something. Anyhow, I¡¯m unfortunately announcing that Fap Club is going on a short ten year hiatus, because of a brand new opportunity on the mortal realm that I have to go and check out. Remember the country with Lucky Gimp? That four city sized hyper-advanced magic kingdom right next to Shadada¡¯s home city. Yeah, so they¡¯ve apparently been progressing at an amazing rate, developing magitech way beyond anything anyone else in the mortal realm. Naturally, everyone wants to migrate there, but given the small size of the country, they¡¯re in bit of a pinch. Which is why some mega genius at their high parliament proposed and passed aw that honestly makes me think one of you pervs had a hand in this, because holy heckers¡­ Thisw allows foreigners at the ages of 18-20 to apply for citizenship by admitting themselves into very for ten years. After spending their peak years in salvery, the applicants receive heftypensation based on their contributions, and equal rights to any natural born citizen. And this isn¡¯t just any regr very, nu-uh. You can opt in for full humanoid cattle treatment, that lets them treat your body like a milk maker and a breeding factory. The only guarantee you get is that after the treatment you¡¯ll still be alive, able to move, and recover at least 80% of your former mental capacity, meaning alchemy and magic will most certainly be used to alter your body. Yikes. Was this designed for me or am I just this lucky~ Like, hasn¡¯t everyone at least once in their life wondered, ¡°Gee, I¡¯d love to get enved into a docile human cow, used primarily for my womb and milkers, and be treated as a female object rather than the person I am.¡± Thebination of being objectified to the level of animals is just¡­ phew! Makes me a little hot just thinking about it. I know I have! Now hold up! Hold yourments and read on before reporting me for being terminally perverted! Even a degenerate such as myself has ethical boundaries Firstly, I recognize the problem of babies. I¡¯m still only a few centuries young and totally not ready to spend my formative years teaching any poop catapults how to anything. Motherhood would put a serious dent on my sexy times. However, I am not irresponsible enough to abandon them either. But, if I do tie my tubes, I¡¯d be missing out on the quintessential experience! It¡¯s a conundrum, though I do have an idea for how to make it work out. Secondly, bing breeding cattle is a pretty involved process. I¡¯d be missing a decade, possibly more, to enjoy the full experience from auction to retirement. Luckily, Shadada dered that she was going on a pilgrimage to all the Temples of Ion in order to reform the religion, so she¡¯s gonna be busy for a bit. As for Fap Club and my other responsibilities, all I can say is sorry~ Back to that first problem. My solution is monsters. As long as I¡¯m bred by monsters and monstrous humanoids with no traditional mommies or daddies, I wouldn¡¯t bemitting any heinous neglect on my spawns. To ensure things would go my way, I modified the divb rune, adding an enchantment that rendered my eggs unable to be fertilized by any of the civilized sentient races. I also changed myself a teensy bit. My usual delightfully fully proportioned breasts and ass got reduced, giving me an overall youthful appearance of a slender 18-year old version of Ion with thigh-gap, perky upturned titties, and a naturally blessed rear. After a quick fap, I slipped on a simple outfit of tight creme-white hot-pants and a flirty shoulderless top, and started filling my citizenship application. Amazingly, no proof of identification is required. And so, with application in hand and anticipation tingling inside me, little old me entered the mortal ne and approached Hallonia¡¯s embassy. In to time at all, I sat in a luxurious office as a cute older humandy with freckled cheeks and a sharp gray suit studied my application. Every so often, she nced my way while I fidgeted nervously, tapping my thighs. ¡°Everything seems to be in order. Toplete the soul signature, please inject your mana here, and here.¡± I ced my finger on the instructed spots and let my now fully mortal mana flood the document. The document shed blue in the clerk¡¯s hand, creating a spectral copy, which she stamped, and dismissed to be delivered into Hellonia¡¯s famed astral library. The real document was burned crisp. ¡°Um. What no¡ª¡± The door flung open. A muscrdy with purple arcanotech eyes smiled at the gray clerk. ¡°Ma¡¯am.¡± And at me. ¡°Hey there.¡± ¡°Perfect timing. Miss Ratz to grading and processing. Miss Ratz, meet cattle ve Ion. Ion, meet processing officer Ratz.¡± Wow. Efficient. ¡°Oooh.¡± Miss Ratz¡¯s eyes drew wide. ¡°Wee to Hellonia. Right this way then, let¡¯s get you shipped yesterday.¡± I chuckled, falling behind Ratz. ¡°Cute outfit by the way.¡± She nced at my legs. My voice was smaller than usual. ¡°Ah. Thanks.¡± ¡°Nervous? That¡¯s alright. Cattle very, that¡¯s whoo wee¡­ That¡¯s some choice you¡¯ve made, little miss, I¡¯d be he nervous too if it was me in your skimpy little shorts. Word of advice, try to enjoy the ride and get in touch with your inner masochist as quick as possible, life¡¯s gonna be an intense down-hill slide for for your next few months, but it¡¯ll even out, eventually. Right. Might as well get the basic questions out of the way, while we walk, you a virgin?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ Uh.¡± She was talking almost too fast for me to follow. ¡°No.¡± Sheughed. ¡°Lucky bastard, whoever got the dibs on you. Medical conditions?¡± Officer Ritz queried me every question that I¡¯d already written out in the application. Guess she was toozy to read. Few long hallways and staircasester, we arrived in a cool warehouse-like space underneath the embassy. My panties got hot the moment I saw the fate that awaited me. Girls and dickgirls queued to climb into a cage at the back of arge magitech wagon, where an officer of Hellonian military affixed their steel cors to loops on the walls and their ankle restraints to a loop on the ground. Wrists sped behind their backs, all they could do was squirm and grunt as they were packd side-by-side like sardines in a can, if sardines were sexy, naked, and obviously horny. Not a single dick-girl cock was limp and not a single pair of thighs was dry across the myriad races bound on that transport. A few girls were exchanging excited chatter. In one corner, a drae futa was trading sloppy tongues with a pale human bound next to her. Everyone seemed to be looking forward to their next ten years. ¡°Clothes go there,¡± Officer Ratz pointed at an overflowing trash-can. ¡°Just stand there on the x, when you¡¯re ready. Hey, Tina, bring me a set of shackles!¡± Whilst she chatted with the other officer, I shimmied out of my garbs, and took my ce on the x, covering up my smooth slit and nipples as they stood erect from the chill. Ratz whistled, grinning. ¡°Chin up and lift your hair.¡± I gathered it in my hands and held still as therger woman moved behind me. Her hands reached to cop a feel of my breasts, tweaking to draw out a high-pitched moan. I heard her growl of arousal and her touch moved to my bum. ¡°Cock-teases the lot of you.¡± She set the cor around my neck and locked it tight. I shuddered, melting inside. Centuries of degeneracy had reinforced the moment of coring in my pervy little brain, turning it into that moment in the ritual, where I went from being a free subby slut into someone¡¯s property. This particr choker was one of my favorite types. Heavy, cold, and snug enough that I felt my pulse and breath press against it. ¡°Hands.¡± I obeyed without question, presenting my hands behind my back. Wrist shackles sped in ce and locked together, making my legs shiver. Officer Ratz knelt and locked shackles around my ankles. She let out a whistle and augh. ¡°Peed yourself or is all that your horny juices?¡± ¡°P-? Ah¡­ H-horny juices,¡± I admitted, flushing hot in my cheeks. ¡°That eager to be a cow, huh. Well, suppose it takes a weirdo to sign up, so dunno how ites as a surprise every time. Alright, lift your chin, I¡¯m gonna tag your ear.¡± Officer Ritz took my chin in herrge hand and lifted a stapler-like device right next to my face. My pulse quickened as it closed around my earlobe. Snap. I bit back a squeal of pain, earning myself an encouraging pat on the cheek. ¡°There there. Now lets see which tag you get.¡± She lifted an odd arcane scanner from the table and pricked my arm with it. I stood there, naked, horny, and a little anxious, as she hummed some song while waiting for results to appear on the scanner¡¯s screen. ¡°C-plus total score. Good health. B+ grade milk production. High fertility, but¡­¡± She squinted, then shook her head. You¡¯ve got some weird ass magical gic anomaly, little girl. Scanner says your eggs have way too wild magical energies to make breeding safe. Lucky you, makes you unable to catch from regr cocks. Know what that means?¡± ¡°N-no?¡± I met her gaze and shrank under the all devouring lustful hunger in her eyes. Officer Ritz leaned closer, her fingers pressed against my mound, copping a feel of my entire sex. ¡°Means we can have some fun before you¡¯re sent off, C-plus. You¡¯ve got a two day ride ahead of you and that¡¯s a looooong ride for a horny little things like you. Easier to pass the time if you spend first quarter of it knocked out from pleasure. You ever had a futa-cock before?¡± I suppressed another moan as her fingers rubbed me. ¡°Mh, y-yes.¡± ¡°Thirsty little one, aren¡¯t you. I¡¯m gonna file your horns down now. Once that¡¯s done. You¡¯re getting a cum stuffing.¡± She led me by my soon to be gone horn and had me crawl onto a padded table, face up. Officer Ritz took out mana reinforced pliers, and with two clips, snipped my horns. It hurt a little, and I let out tiny yelps each time, earning myself a little head-pat and some calming cooing. I caught a glimpse of myself once the cut-offs were filed down. Tiny little nublets peeked through my silver hair. My face looked more like that of a lc elf than a drae. ¡°Uppsy daisy~¡± ¡°Ghah!¡± I kicked, jingling my chains, as Officer Ritz hauled me over her shoulder. She smacked my ass with an open palm loud enough topete with my moan. ¡°Officers, attention! Lock your ves down, get your pants down, and lend a cock to help me carry out a supplementary examination of this fine C-plus grade cattle ve over here. Oh, and don¡¯t worry about jizzing in the wrong hole. This one here¡¯s a monster breeder.¡± Several other girls were locked to furniture, as the four other officers present followed Ritz and me to their break room. Soon, I had tworge human futa-cocks in my mouth, one in my asshole, one in my pussy, and one grinding against my petite breast. Musk of the dickgirls was overwhelming. Their strong arms held me suspended between them. They took me rough and fast, like we were on a rush to finish. Officer Ritz groaned and somewhere beyond all the cocks and strong female bodies around me, I felt cum soak the cock spreading my cunny wide. I cried out my own moans of delight, neglecting the cocks in my throat as my body spasmed. A second cock deposited its load in my ass. Third in my throat. Fourth took my cum-soaked pussy and fifth had my drooling asshole. Each of them had seconds, and thirds, behind leaving what felt like a gallon of thick futa cum in my holes, a raw ache, and a ditzy feeling like I traipsed on the clouds. ¡°Alright, phew! Back to work girls.¡± Officer Ritz walked me by the arm and helped me up into the ve wagon. I sat down with a lewd st, squeezing onto the narrow bench right between a hot dark human with red eyes and a pale freckled elf. Their bodies clung to mine from thigh to hip to shoulder and there was no changing that after the officer locked my ankles and choker in ce. ¡°Enjoy the ride, little one.¡± She patted my cheek. Still buzzed, I just moaned and swayed, mumbling something to the effect of ¡®Thanks for the Cock¡¯. I got a loooot of jealous ring on the following trip, as a bunch of horny ass girls in chains eyed the absolute mess the officers had made of me. Can¡¯t say I me them. Can¡¯t say I didn¡¯t enjoy it. Like a little bitch I am, I grinned at them cheekily, moaning with satisfaction long after the actual satisfaction had worn off. The amount of impotent arousal in that wagon ride could¡¯ve burned down a nation. It absolutely reeked of wet pussies, sweat, and pre-cum . Aaand¡­ hindsight 20/20, I did get he horny from being bound together with thirty or so cuties. You can guess whether or not my co-ves were supportive when I started groaning andining from frustration. The Slave Auction Experience The ve Auction Experience A few dayster, we arrived, exhausted from having spent most of it packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Our cors were linked with chains and well dressed officers of Hellonian kingdom led us out of the wagons and into a huge open facility with booths, buildings, and sectioned off areas. Hubhub of crowds that I couldn¡¯t see filled my ears. Hundreds of ves of all sexes were being ushered through booths by the staff, but considering the size of this ce, there must¡¯ve been thousands of us. I stayed in line, following the freckled butt in front of me as we were led through a series of gates. First one sprayed us with screaming cold water at high pressure. Second one blew us with steam. Third one washed hot air over us, drying us up. We made another quick stop by some kinda mage who checked our health, before being led to a massive roofed marketce with multiple tens of ongoing auctions. Shouts of auctioneerspeted in volume. Chatter of tens of thousands filled the gaps. The noise was deafening. The first pair of eyes tond on me set my body afire. It was a middle aged woman, nothing special, but the sheer indifference and cold pitiless look she gave me did something funny to my brain. More gazes licked me, some passing by, others lingering, all evaluating my ass and breasts and face, judging every pound of my flesh. Theirments cut at my sense of worth with cruel indifference. ¡®Only a C-plus.¡¯ ¡®A shame, drae breeder would¡¯ve been nice.¡¯ ¡®Could still use her as a cum-rag.¡¯ ¡®There are better options.¡¯ ¡®No point buying broken merchandise.¡¯ My head spun. Hot flush of erotic shame spread from my stomach to my cheeks and ears. I stumbled and tripped. Girls to my front and back yelped and fell with me. Murmur around us spiked. Even more eyes locked on my bare crotch as I struggled on the ground, grunting and whimpering as I tried to stand. ¡°Stay in line!¡± Shouted our officer, strutting over to crack my bottom with an electrified horse-whip. I moaned, kicking my shackles as my body writhed on the ground. ¡°Dumb ass cattle ve, fucking costing me my coffee break. Get up. Up!¡± She hit me three more times with increasing voltage before bending down to haul my up by my hair. Cries of pain escaped my lips. Tears welled in my eyes. Her crop pressed against the bottom of my chin. ¡°Stay. In Line.¡± I nodded furiously, breathing in relief when she released me. Shivers of electricity continued to run down my spine as I followed my fellow ves to a busy base behind the auction booths. ¡°Fresh arrivals,¡± announced our officer to a bubbly white-haired girl in a uniform dress. ¡°Ah! Wonderful. Thank you. Thank you. I¡¯ll take it from here. Lets see. Let¡¯s see. Grades S and above, open your mouths. Two S grades? Wowzers. Okay, close them. Grades A and above, mouths open. Thirteen? Nice. A-minus? Not so many. B¡­¡± She went on until everyone but me had opened their mouths. ¡°...aaaand do we have a C.¡± I swallowed and opened my mouth. ¡°No C?¡± the girl asked, too short to spot me. ¡°Hnngh!¡± I let out a moany whimper, keeping my mouth open. She peeked sideways, spotting me and came over to inspect my ear-tag. ¡°C¡­ plus? Well, at least you aren¡¯t a clean C.¡± The girl detached my cor from rest of the girls and shouted at another staff member. ¡°Oi! Tzitzi, got another one for the Bars. Come and pick her up!¡± After a little more parading around naked and being passed down the bureucratic chain of ve management, I arrived at a less popted corner of the market. There, hundreds of ve girls like myself stood straight on long tforms, softly whimpering into their gags. Citizens meandered past them, hefting their breasts, squeezing their thighs, stroking whatever they pleased. I couldn¡¯t figure out how they stood so still until my next prison stared me in the face. Tzitzi, a quiet and small girl who would look more at home in a cottagecore vige than a ve acution, led me to stand atop an adjustable metal bar ending in a smooth steel dildo. I knew well what it was: ¡®A one bar prison¡¯, a device meant to immobilize a girl with deep pration. She lubed the metal dildo with practiced swiftness and grabbed my hip to guide it inside me without further faffing about. Cold slippery metal parted my wet pussy and pocketed itself deep. I let out a mewl, tensing to suppress my squirms as she cranked the dildo up so high the tip very nearly touched the entrance to my womb. She then shackled my ankles to the bottom of the bar. While I was panting and upied with the unfading sensation of deep pration, she reced my leash with the keys to my prison. Before leaving, Tzitzi pulled a used gag from a basket. It was a slimy, stinky, uncleaned ball of rubber. Now was my chance to earn Monster Cocks. I leaned away from it, holding my lips closed. ¡°Nu-uh.¡± ¡°Yu-uh,¡± murmured Tzitzi. I continued to resist while she pushed it against my lips, not allowing the ball to enter my mouth. Like seriously the gag somehow smelled of pee, pussy, and stale saliva all at once. It was disgusting! ¡°Mmmrpgh!¡± ¡°C¡¯mon. Don¡¯t be difficult.¡± Tzitzi pinched my nose. I held my breath, my face growing a darker shade of lc, until the dizziness grew too much to bear. A gasp for breath sealed the stinky gag onto my mouth. I whimpered and pleaded her to change it for a cleaner one, whilst Tzitzi moved around me, fastening the straps behind my head. My begging did nothing but push a grin on her lips. ¡°Uppity attitude. That¡¯s gonna take a notch off your rating¡­¡± She grabbed my ear-tag and scratched on it with a pen. ¡°D-minus sounds about right. Enjoy the taste. With your new rating, that¡¯ll probably be the best tasting thing you¡¯ll have in the next ten years.¡± She left with a self satisfied chuckle. I held in my reactions until she disappeared around the corner, and allowed the pleasure that¡¯d been building up from humiliation and neglect to hit me all at once. Sounds of delight escaped me. Ahh¡­ This was it. I moaned as I slid down my prison. This was the auction experience I¡¯d been longing for. Mmm¡­ the disgusting fem-spunk mixing with my saliva, the punishingly hard steel-cock in my cunt, the unyielding bindings¡­ I began to wiggle my wrists and legs, growing hornier as my body realized it was helpless, with every slender bit of my girly body on full disy. My body was the very definition of ravishingly delicious, practically begging to be defiled and ruined. I exchanged nces and whimpers with my neighboring ves. On my right, a dark green goblin futa stood straight, blushing like a tomato market as pre-cum dribbled on her toes. On my left, an elf with breasts even teensier than mine was shifting from foot to foot, trying to hide the fact that she was humping her prison-pole. Spit dribbled past my chin as I scoffed. Amateurs. Did they think they¡¯d get to experience being auctioned as a sex ve multiple times or what? This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to humiliate yourself before thousands of strangers! ¡°What about a drae?¡± asked a well aged female wizard in a white suit, nudging her simrly dressedpanion to nce at me. Ovee with arousing shame, my eyes shot down the moment our gazes met. They paused before me, eyes roving up and down, judging every pound of my flesh. I tensed as one of them stepped up, pulling my earlobe to check on the tag. ¡°D-minus.¡± She frowned and returned to her friend. ¡°Let¡¯s keep on looking. I like the idea of using a drae for our experiment, but she¡¯s going to need to be someone who can cooperate¡­¡± Their chatter distanced from us. I was left behind like a fruit too rotten to be worth picking. Others continued walking past us, a steady stream of Hallonian wizards, all of them prim and proper in their tailored suit-robes, sharp wizard hats, and arcane cybeics. Countless pairs of eyes saw me, many of them noting how I was drenched downstairs, smirking and scoffing when they realized that the girl they stared at was enjoying herself. My head buzzed as strangers objectified me, judging my worth by the arbitrary tag I¡¯d been given, not giving a single thought to who I might be underneath. I reveled in the dizzying soup of degradation. Moments where visitors to the market stepped up to pull my ear, check my eyes, or cop a feel of my nubile flesh sent my heartbeat racing up to the Moons. One witch around my current age even came up to pinch my clit andbia until I cried, mumbling something about me bing a test-ve for spells involving pain-inducement. My masochist heart nearly imploded from horny anticipation, until the girl¡¯s older mentor came to pull her by the ear and scolded her for bullying the ves. Hours went by and the crowd thickened to a horde. I¡­ Not sure if I should add this part, but yeah, I got the urge to pee at one point. With my thighs clenched against the prison pole, I bellowed pleading noises through my gag, only to be ignored all the way until the pressure grew too much. Tears in my eyes, I wet myself in front of a crowd of oh I dunno¡­ hundred and fifty high ss wizards? Yeah, I did cum a little from that. It flowed all over my legs, mixing with my wetness. One bastard even snapped a picture with some kinda magic crystal device. Thankfully the magic in the ve stands cleaned me up with a breeze of animated water and flowing air, but the experience left me huffing for many minutes afterwards, dreading the moment I would have to poop in public. Luckily, that never came up. By the time evening rolled around, my legs and jaw were sore. My pussy chafed from prolonged pration and arousal, and my wrists and ankles itched from metal shackles. Part of me feared (or wished) I¡¯d spend days standing there. Then, my goblin neighbor got lucky and was bought by a group of drunk middle aged witches. Less than a minuteter, the tiny titty elf got herself purchased by a beautiful-handsome young wizard with a small town budget¡¯s worth of magical bling in his fingers. I¡¯d barely peeled my eyes off of the elf¡¯s wiggling butt, when cold fingers touched my ear. ¡°D-minus,¡± noted a chipper female voice from behind a bronze arcane mask full of lenses and gizmos. She was short, shorter than me by full ahead. Not an inch of skin or hair was visible under the mask, white gloves,b-coat, and witch¡¯s hat. ¡°Zis is vat they zay¡­ heptable. Yez. Ve zhall take zis specimen. DT-eleven, pay ze officials for transaction, yez? DT-tvelve, ¡± Shadow of DT-11 covered the ceiling lights above me. I swallowed at the imposing silhouette of knotted muscle and thorny scales crowned by a wild mane of carnivorous flowers. Ink-ck eyes and zigzag mouth of sharp corners turned her visage from imposing to almost nightmarish. The three meter dryad with subss in Death by snu-snu crushed my ankle shackles with two fingers. Her left hand wrapped around my thin waist and yanked me off the prison pole so fast that everyone nearby heard the slurp of my pussy hugging it. The crazy scientist witch took out a holographic mana-pad to make notes. ¡°One drae. Very good, yez. Let¡¯z search for zee dragonoid, oni, and any fun zurprizes ve may find, yez.¡± Her eyes met mine. ¡°Mhhghp?¡± I struggled weakly on DT-12¡¯s shoulder, pulling my legs closer to cover my exposed ass. ¡°Ahck. Zis is¡­ how they zay¡­ avkvard? Ve vill make introductionter, but I am not in mood for ze zmall talk with ve at prezent. DT-tvelve. Pack ze ve in ze zack like ze otherz.¡± Bagged, Bound, and Branded Bagged, Bound, and Branded The sack? I yelped as the gigantic dryad picked me up, and dangled me upside down from an ankle, while it retrieved a bag from her belt. I had half an instant to realize that the bag was bigger on the inside and filled with something shiny and gooey, before my face smacked against said goo and I was sealed in darkness. My body sank into the cool viscous liquid like a rock. I kicked and struggled, managing to reorient myself thanks to lifetimes of experience in bondage-wiggling. A full lungful of air rewarded my efforts, before a wave of slime washed over me and a current within pulled me deep under. Struggling to kick myself free, I wasted what little air I¡¯d won. My lungs began to tingle. And the slime began to move. Like an omnipresent force, it glued my legs together and pinned my shackled arms against my back. Waves of pressure licked across the length of my body,pressing all around me, until it felt like I was inside a vacuum pack deep underwater. Burning in my lungs turned to a painful ache. Just as the fear of drowning shed across my thoughts, the slime poured into my nostrils, mouth, ears, pussy, and ass all at once. Cool gooey mass crawled in, more determined to vite my holes than an army of cocks who¡¯d never learned the word no. Ooze filled my nasal cavities, coated my gums and teeth, slid down my throat and into my lungs and stomach. Slippery pressure in my sphincter intensified as slime trickled into my asshole. A gentle stream of slime slipped past my pussy-lips, and despite my urgent protests, continued on into my womb. Heck, it even slipped into my dder and every teensy hole in my ears, whacking up my sense of bnce. My world felt like it was doing backflips. My nose and mouth were stuffed to the point of ufortably full. My lungs were bloated by something too heavy to push out. My asshole continued to stretch wider. My pussy kept on spreading. My womb started to hurt from filling up. My tummy stretched. I tried to pee but that only made more slime climb in, worsening the urge to the point of madness. I kept on gagging as my reflexes screamed that I was drowning, despite somehow managing to get oxygen. The attack of sensations was utterly disorienting, kickstarting the mother of all fight and flee responses. I screamed against the thick slime-dong in my throat, kicking and struggling inside an oppressively tight cocoon of slime. Expanding mass in my ass and vaginapeted in space, squishing each-other. I started cumming and kept on climaxing as slime filled me to the point where I feared my stomach might explode. The damn thing never relented. One unbearable sensation rolled into another, as my focus shifted. One moment I was dying from the stuffiness filling my head¡¯s crevices. The next I was clenching my legs and wishing against all else that I could pee out the bloated balloon of slime that had made a nest inside me. A momentter, I was spiraling in the darkness again, begging the slime to stop stretching my stomach any further. It was a never-ending loop. My only sce was the knowledge that others were enduring the torment with me. Every now and then I felt slippery bodies brushing against me. Soft bits pressed into me. Gentle pressures rested atop my body. In the darkness, my mind¡¯s eyepleted the puzzle of entangled limbs, of breasts squished against my face, and of a throbbing futa hard-on rubbing against my thigh. I heard the bubbling, thumping of aroused heartbeats, sloshy slurps, and sliding noises. No moans though. Not a big surprise, considering how the slime suppressed my own noises before my vocal chords could vibrate. After what felt like an eternity, my climaxes receded to a steady trickle of pleasure and my holes began to grow ustomed to the stretching, the slime became an almostforting experience. I say almost, ¡®cos holy heck that stuffy nose and full to burst dder were ufortable! Though¡­ well, I can¡¯t say that a part of me didn¡¯t like it. Sudden and blinding light interrupted the slimy darkness. Ooze withdrew from me with a loud shluuuuurp. I, and five otherpletely naked ve girls of various species, mmed on clean white tiles of a small utility room with closets, sinks, and benches. An arctic wind of sweet fresh air hit my lungs and gaping ass. My skin felt cool and clean. And, when thest trickle of slime slurped out of my dder, my insides had be perfectly empty. Relief hit me with the strength of an avnche. Uncontroble spasm with shivers followed. I clutched my pussy and breasts, squeezing to hold onto something real while my brain did backflips of pleasure. ¡°Velcum to ze Laboratorium of ze Great Murchvoch, vich iz I. I am Dr. Murchvoch.¡± Even half-blinded, I recognized the silhouette of the mad arcanist who¡¯d bought me. ¡°Und velcum again az ze subjects of ze monster girl breeding experimentations. You can be prideful, yez. Not many ves get to participate in az big dscoveries as you, of zat you can be certain.¡± She checked a device on her wrist and nodded. ¡°Ach. It iz ze time for w?rk. Assistant Zlurp vill help you getfortable. Zlurp, ze physical examination results?¡± A voice came from the bag of holding. ¡°A moment, mistress.¡± Lime-green slime poured out and flowed straight into a closet. Secondter, a tall slime-girl with proportions of a model stepped out. An openb-coat and white swimsuit drew my attention straight downstairs, where the translucent fabric betrayed the shape of her lips and engorged clit. A throb of purple light snapped my eyes back up to massive globes, behind which floated a dark green core branded with a purple arcane glyph. The slime-girl tied her gooey glob of a hair into an imitation of a ponytail long and handed Dr. Murchvoch an arcane tablet. ¡°Here you go, mistress.¡± ¡°Good. Vi vill speak atter hour, yes?¡± Dr. Murchvoch turned to mumble to herself, ignored the slime-girl¡¯s reply, and strode out of the room with DT-11 trudging behind her. ¡°Thank you for good work. No problem, it¡¯s my pleasure,¡± the slime-girl muttered, ring at Dr. Murchvoch¡¯s coat. When she turned to us, her face brightened with a bright corporate-HR smile. ¡°Hi. Hello. Wee. I hope the examination wasn¡¯t too intense for any of you. My name is Slurp by the way, though I highly doubt many of you will have a need for it after today, given your role as wombs. That¡¯s our official designation for you by the way, not derogatory in any way, just¡­ well, it is what it is. But I digress, here are your¡­ Dr. Murchvoch calls them ¡®ze highly womb restraining unitz¡¯ but they¡¯re basically your uniforms. Shimmy into them and we¡¯ll get started.¡± Slurp motioned for DT-12 to open a closet full of neatly folded inky-ck piles of dutex. Only then, as I touched my neck, did I register that the cor and cuffs were gone. Slurp¡¯s acid had corroded all of our restraints. Heck, she¡¯d even given us all haircuts¡­ Every one of us had been given a short tom-boyish cut of varying styles. Mine was a cheeky rebel look with cheek-long bangs and hair that shortened towards my nape. Honestly, I didn¡¯t mind. It looked hot as hell with the current more slender version of my body. Nobody protested the orders to dress up and the room was quickly filled with sounds of rubber smacking and stretching. I enjoyed the sight and sensation of sliding my legs into thigh-high stockings and letting the rubber smack against my flesh. After a few idle finger movements around my slit, I continued, pushing my hands into the sleeves of a bolero that qualified as top in name only. It covered my shoulders, neck, and arms, but left everything beneath my corbones exposed. The outfit waspleted by tight little boyshort panties, which, of course, came with a crotch zipper. True to the moniker of ¡®womb restraining unit¡¯, the tiny outfits had enough free-hanging straps and inbuilt buckles to be anything from simple bondage to a reverse straitjacket or a bitchsuit. Myhers were already warming with lust of anticipation and starting to stick to my panties. I had an idea of what was about to happen to me, but hadn¡¯t researched all the options to leave myself open to pleasant surprises. Would they start with body modifications? The branding? What kind of monsters would they make us breed with? Gods¡­ I was so ready to be bred by dangerously thick monster-cock. ¡°Great. Fantastic. I¡¯m so thankful for how cooperative you¡¯re all being. Now, pair up.¡± I nced sideways. My eyes met those of a petite pastel-blue oni-girl hugging herself for increased modesty. Her lips pursed in a pensive smile, and I couldn¡¯t help but smile back. ¡°And now pick who gets to tie up the other. Just the arms.¡± Nervous flutters traveled through all of us. I approached the oni as other pairs started whispering awkwardly. ¡°H-hi.¡± She brushed hair behind an ear, revealing a filed down horn. ¡°Heh.¡± I brushed mine off to show that we matched. ¡°Heh,¡± she agreed. We shared a moment of dumb camraderie. I cleared my throat as her arms began to peel off her chest. ¡°Ahem. Do you want to be the¡­ or?¡± ¡°Ah.¡± She blinked, ncing away at another pair ¡ª a goblin and dragonoid. ¡°I must admit I am unsure as to how to¡­ Could you?¡± Her cheeks flushed deep blue as she moved her arms to the sides and offered her wrists. ¡°Sure!¡± I might¡¯ve sounded a touch too chipper for a cattle ve about to tie up her peer, but hey, it was an opportunity to get handsy with a pervy cutie. ¡°I¡¯m Ion by the way.¡± ¡°Toujou Shoraku.¡± My breath grew heavier as I stepped behind Toujou, taking her slender arms and guiding them behind her back. ¡°I¡¯ll put you in somethingfy¡­¡± I nced at her butt. It was a tight little thing, the very definition of spankable. My fingers kept moving and surprised me by tightening thest strap, before I had time to stop drooling at her body. Toujou bit down a whimper. ¡°Oh, sorry. Too tight?¡± I¡¯d fixed her in what amounted to a strap box-tie. Her dark blue nips stiffened as she drew in a raspy inhale. ¡°Nn-o. It is quite fine. T-thank you.¡± ¡°My pleasure.¡± ¡°Alright. You two, tie each other.¡± The slime girl pointed at the other two who remained free and took my wrist in a gentle grip. ¡°And I¡¯ll do you.¡± I stood still and rxed, letting my arms be folded behind my back. Goosebumps raced down my spine each time her slippery touch ghosted over my hips and back. My arms ended up in the same, if a little tighter, bind as what I¡¯d given the oni. While still in progress of uselessly wriggling my arms against the rubbery straps and enjoying my bound state, a bit-gag took my throat by surprise. DT-12¡¯s iron grip closed around my neck and the muscr dryad bent me over her knee. Staring at something behind me, the oni took a step back. A goblin cursed and the dragonoid swallowed. ¡°Mfgh?¡± A nce over my shoulder made my asshole clench with dread. ¡°Alright, time to get you all branded.¡± Slurp hefted a silvery branding iron tipped with a glyph emitting purple glowing fumes. ¡°This one¡¯s just a simple ownership brand, with an inbuilt tracking spell and electric zap for anti tampering and remote punishment.¡± My breaths hastened as I felt the heat of the branding iron approach my ass. I let my fears run wild and drum my heartbeat into a race to panic. Hot. It was too hot. What the heck did I sign up for again? What if it¡¯s too much? I tried to escape, but the grip on the back of my neck intensified. Strong fingers pressed the back of my thighs, holding my booty up. I stared at the approaching iron, whimpering and pleading up till the point where the heat transformed into a sh of smoldering pain. My ass sizzled. I screamed, biting hard on my gag. Root-like arms suppressed my trashing entirely, holding me in ce as the arcane pain seared through my flesh and branded a permanent mark on my flesh. It hurt so. Damn. Much. I tasted copper on my tongue. ¡°Shhh¡­ Shhh¡­ little womb. You¡¯re doing great. Just a few more seconds.¡± Purple glow shed on the iron and magic flooded through the freshly burned brand. My vision blurred with white from the pain. Next thing I knew, I wasying on my stomach, catching my breath next to two other ve girls, while the goblin was getting her ve brand. Pain continued to pulse on my left ass-cheek. Moany cries continued to roll out with my exhales. My cheeks burned with tears. I justy there uselessly, marinating in the misery and degradation of the situation, until Slurp ordered us to stand. ¡°I must apologize in advance, but this is for demonstrating purposes on Dr. Murchvoch¡¯s insistence. Sometimes, if you disobey, and there is no time for full disciplining action, the staff members may use your brands as quick punishment, like so.¡± The core in her body glowed with a purple brand that matched ours. Then ours resonated with the glow. Electricity flooded my body, locking up my legs. We screamed, rolling into helplessly sobbing balls. Endorphins rushed in to fizz out all non-horny thoughts from my brain. The fact that I was now a young nubile cattle ve, bound, permanently branded, and about to be abused, hit me like an unlubed dragon-cock in the anus. I sold myself to this. Next ten gosh damn years. Shit. Shit shit shit. They¡¯re going to fuck me up bad. The thought alone made my clit hard. I couldn¡¯t wait to be messed up beyond recognition. ¡°There. So, make sure to behave, alright?¡± Slurp helped the girl closest to her stand. ¡°Nowe on up. Let¡¯s get you a tour of the house and get you settled in.¡± Awkward Reunion Awkward Reunion Our dutex socks squeaked on cold tiles as we walked in a line between Slurp and DT-12, painfully aware of the ve brands glowing on butt cheeks. Aside from the flickering arcmps, tubes and wires, the ce was more gothic cathedral than you¡¯d expect of a mad scientist¡¯sboratory. Walls were polished granite and decorated with random alcoves and pirs, which seemed to serve no other purpose than to look cool. Though if the architecture had given us any doubts of the mad scientist bit, the distant moans and screams emanating through the floor and the walls dispelled them all. ¡°The breeding chambers are split off into three sections,¡± Slurp exined, gesturing to a branching hallway full of ss doors. With the sharp angle, I could only catch brief glimpses from the closest cells, where a terrifyingly monstrous centipede-girl was pumping something into a crying ve¡¯s mouth. ¡°Dr. calls this the ¡®pump and dump¡¯, hrious, I know¡­¡± She gave us a sympathetic eye-roll. ¡°Humor isn¡¯t her strong suit. Anyhow, that section is for quick visits. Next we have the ¡®cum and cuddle¡¯.¡± In this section, I glimpsed a drae girl withrge breasts bound by the bright vines of a very monstrous looking dryad, who was helping the ve drink nectar from her flowers. The drae¡¯s eyes werezy and her moans delirious, but she continued to gulp obediently, even as small yellow flowers started to grow from her hair. ¡°Wombs usually stay here from one day to a week. Thest section is ¡®ze ck zection¡¯. The monsters there keep the wombs from conception to birth, usually for multiple cycles, until we extract them by force.¡± The closest room was dominated by a shadowy arachnid in the ceiling. Webbing stretched throughout the room¡¯s length, and stuck on it were shapes of women and futa cocooned in skin-tight silk, their bellies distended by eggs. One particr cocoon set my pussy aze with horny dreams. In it, two girls of simr size were bound breast-to-breast, belly-to-belly. Despite neither having the advantage of their arms, a lot of squirming, moaning, thigh-humping, and kissing was going on between them. Toujou¡¯s breath hitched behind me. A look backwards confirmed that I was amongrade perverts. Every ve in our little troupe was blushing with obvious want, shooting longing nces in the direction of the breeding chambers. ¡°Here we have the arcanosurgery chambers.¡± Slurp gestured at a corridor with locked doors. ¡°You will all visit here sooner orter, when your bodies and minds are modified to further optimize them.¡± The words sent a shudder through me. How soon, until I was modified into a drooling bimbo with no other thoughts than cock in her brain? ¡°And over here, between the mainboratories and such, we have the free-roaming spaces,¡± said Slurp, as she stepped on a grated metal floor that reced the tiling. ¡°Mmmnh¡­¡± The moan drew my gaze to a curvy figure beneath us. In the narrow-space between the grating and padded floor was a woman with heavy breasts and arge belly. Her arms and legs were folded up, restraining her into an awkward crawl. She was panting heavily as she moved, moaning when her belly and nipples brushed the ground. Neither she nor us dared to establish eye-contact, when Slurp led us past her. Scores of pregnant women and futa popted the crawl space beneath the floor grating, all of them hobbled onto their elbows and knees by the very same bitch-suits we were already wearing. Though they were only a year or two older than us, their bodies had swelled with maternity, gaining weight and curves, though never obscenely so. Their bodies were further marred by nose rings, piercings, brand-marks, and what looked like entire pages of experimental data tattooed onto their bodies. In a spot located between ab and a small cafeteria, the under-walk space widened to amodate thirty something ves with plenty of space in between. Their moaning, shuffling, gulping, and glugging were a constant cacophony, nearly as pervasive as the smell of sweat and arousal emanating from them. ¡°Here¡¯s the main feeding area.¡± Slurp took a bowl from a table and reached down through a hole in the grating to put it in front of a phallic rubbery dispenser attached to the undercrawl wall. A couple quick jerks of her hand filled it up and she scooped it in her fingers, bringing the gray-brown porridge towards my face. ¡°Aaaaa¡­¡± Ears burning, I opened my mouth and let her smear the gruel on my tongue. ¡°Tasty isn¡¯t it? Has all the nutrients a healthy womb needs,¡± Slurp said, moving onto force-feed Toujou. ¡°The dispensers work intuitively, able to feed even the stupidest of you.¡± I struggled to peel my eyes off of an ivory-pale elf with silver hair and ritual tattoos, which marked her as the highest of high-born highelfs. She was squished between two heavily pregnant human women, deep-throating herself on the nutrient dispenser, and gulping it like the stuff was going to run out yesterday. A loud moan drew my gaze to the left of her, where a futa dragonoid¡¯s face was stuck between the ass-cheeks of a goblin. She¡¯d unzipped the panties with her teeth and was in the process of eating the gobbo¡¯s ass. The further we walked, the more ufortable my arousal grew. The bathrooms weremunal ces, where you crawled backwards and impaled your anus on a massive tentacle, which then cleaned you up. And the washing area was a vast shallow pool, where non-sentient slimes infested the waters. Going by the screams of pleasure, getting your cootie washed by them was a lot more fun than it had been to get measured by Slurp. By the time we reached the milking hall, I could feel the zipper chafing against my clit. On the other side of a chest-high fence, rows ofrge heavy metal frames filled the room. Each of them was fitted with several arcanic servo arms, thick metal shackles for neck, waist, and limbs, and a collection of pumps. ¡°Here¡¯s the milking hall. You¡¯re expected to be here on time, or there will be punishments. Ah, perfect timing. Here¡¯s one. Watch her and see how it is done.¡± Slurp pointed at an open trapdoor, through which crawled a woman inte stages of pregnancy. My heart got caught in my throat. I wasn¡¯t the first to have this idea?! Weariness and lust weighed her regal features into a frustrated frown. Brands and degrading tattoos filled her one pristine dark skin. Her silky onyx hair hung almost to her elbows. Pregnancy had bloated her once elegant body, filling her breasts into cumbersome melons, stuffing her butt and thighs to the point where the panties started to look small, and growing her stomach to the point where it actually dragged against the ground. She huffed and panted, crawling her way to the nearest milking machine, leaving a trail of pre-cum on the ground from her erect cock. I watched transfixed as she pushed her hobbled arms and neck into automatically tightening shackles, submitting herself into the thick metal stocks. Servo arms whirred, lifting her front off the ground as further shackles fixed her legs in ce. ¡°Come on¡­e on¡­ hurry up¡­¡± she muttered, as an arm holding a soft fleshlight attached to a tube approached her cock. It locked in space, letting her struggle with inserting her cock in the hole, and leaving the task of humping entirely to her. She cried as she moaned, and nearly screamed when two fleshy suction cups attached themselves to her leaking nipples. They started massaging her breasts, easing out a steady stream of thick purple liquid. ¡°Dynja?¡± She froze. Lust-haze faded from her golden eyes as they locked on me, widening in panic. ¡°Nhaaahhh? Haahh?? AaaaAAA!¡± Her cock pulsed. Cum flooded to fill the transparent tube. ¡°NOOO Don¡¯t! Don¡¯t look! Dynja struggled to escape my gaze, but the stockade held her in ce. Another servo arm rose up behind her, aligned tworge and pre-lubed dildos with her holes, and plunged them hilt-deep. ¡°Guuuh?¡± Dynja¡¯s drool flew on my breasts. Her body continued to shake as the servo arm pistoned in and out. More purple milk and cum poured out, while the disguised demi-goddess struggled weakly, sobbing from sheer shame. Gods, I can barely imagine that shame of having your darkest kink discovered by your enemy. My pussy couldn¡¯t stop throbbing. My heart couldn¡¯t stop pounding. I was beyond jealous. ¡°As you can see we have a double pleasure loop to encourage milk and cum production. But what a happy coincidence that you know each other, little womb. You¡¯ll even be bred by the same monster as her. One of Mistress¡¯ most precious specimen: A lesser spawn of an Outer Deity known as Tlippoth of the Gaping Void. We can start with you, since this pregnancy won¡¯t be requiring any extra body modification.¡± The coincidence was too much. Iughed. Not a great move, ¡®cos the next second my ve brand activated and copsed me into a crying mess, begging for mercy. To make an example of me, Slurp gagged, blindfolded, and hooded my head for the rest of the journey, all the way up till the breeding chamber of Tlippoth¡¯s lesser spawn. Bute on, this was a little too much of a coincidence. *** Hello, this transcription and extra bit is brought to you by the other half of my mind that gets separated from me by the divb spell. So, I gotta ask. How many of you got here before me, ¡®cos Tilippoth I can maybe forgive because Tlippoth is Tlippoth, but if the rest of you horny sluts knew of this ce and didn¡¯t tell me¡­ Well, I¡¯ll be pouting or doing something equally terrifying to punish you. Although, if any of ya¡¯all wanna join the part of me that¡¯s down there¡­ Feel free to go down. From the emotions I¡¯m feeling from my mortal half, it¡¯s a pretty great ride. Anyhow, I¡¯m not supposed to be writing things without the main mind¡¯s approval, just thought she wouldn¡¯t mind that bit, so toodles. Might delete this bitter if I feel like she¡¯d get angry. Void Bee’s Prey Void Bee¡¯s Prey ¡°Ah, here we are. ¡®Cum and cuddle¡¯ wing. Hold still now, womb. I don¡¯t want to make you suffer more than necessary.¡± I felt Slurp¡¯s hands on my back as she began to loosen my bondage. My arms came free. ¡°Mfgh?¡± ¡°Hold still¡­¡± In swift motions, she yanked the skintight hood off my face, removed my blindfold, and released the ball-gag from my lips. Darkness of the dutex hood was reced by another darkness, as Slurp¡¯s foot pushed my back, sending me into a forward stumble straight through an open ss door. Thick sweet scent full of strange floral aromas attacked my senses, throwing me into a sneezing fit. Behind me, the thick ss door locked with a m, followed by the humm of an arcane force-field. I sat up on my knees, my eyes still watering from the rapid sneezes, even as the tickling inside my nose started to recede. Something soft and coated the floor. A purple wax-like substance, which had gently conformed to the shape of my legs as I sat. The fact that I was sealed in a breeding chamber set a fire in my slit. My eyes scanned the alienb-structures and pirs on the walls, searching for the creature that was about to breed me. ¡°Ah, there it is.¡± The ss and force-field distorted Slurp¡¯s voice. ¡°Void Bees are one of the apex predators of their region. Bane of the wizards foolish enough to use hallways of the Outer Void as shortcuts between nes.¡± Where is it? Frantically scanning the waxy alcoves, I pulled into myself, crawling backwards until my back smacked against the ss. Somewhere, far and near, danced a melodic buzzing sound. Steps clicked on ss, but when I nced up, nobody was there. Wings fluttered my hair, but when I turned left, it was gone. Air thickened with purple fumes, my every breath dragging sickly sweetness back and forth over my tongue. Despite my brain and soul aching to be monster raped and bred, my body refused to cooperate, pumping my veins full of adrenaline and horror. Every nerve in my body screamed helplessness. I was prey. I am prey. Food. Sex. An object. ¡°I love this part!¡± Slurp¡¯s voice grew excited. I turned around, pressing my hands to the ss, searching the frightened expressions of my fellow wombs for support, searching Slurp¡¯s for mercy. Warm breath licked my lower back. Buzzing grew. It¡¯s behind me! The irrational fear possessed me with a screaming need to run. ¡°Help!¡± I pounded the ss. ¡°HELP LET ME OUT PLEASE!¡± ¡°The toxic pollen induces horror in the victim, in order to subdue them. A rather nasty poison. Usually leaves the wombs with anything between twenty to thirty percent increased submissiveness and a heightened aversion to all conflict. Some of Dr¡¯s best products use it as an ingredient.¡± ¡°AAAAAH!¡± A tongue as cold as ice licked my neck, freezing me in ce. It lingered, drawing circles of ice over the dutex, slowly making its way up to my hairline, where the cor of my bolero ended. I knew instinctively that something very bad was about to happen the moment it reached naked skin. I¡¯d have soiled myself if my dder wasn¡¯t empty. ¡°Pleasepleasepleasese get me out, I promise I¡¯ll be good. I¡¯ll be quiet, I¡¯ll do anything¡­¡± Slurp spoke over my begging, gesturing to the beast behind me. ¡°The fangs carry a quite potent venom as well. Effects are simr to¡­¡± Fangs?! I let out a scared whine. Two piercing needles chomped onto my upper neck, faster than I could perceive pain. ¡°Nhaaaah!!¡± A confusing warmth rolled into my bloodstream, mixing with the toxin induced horror. It didn¡¯t mask the fear nor calm my heartbeat. It did nothing to ease the dread, and yet, I started to feel good. I liked being afraid. I liked helpless inside my own head. I loved being afraid of my mating partner. ¡°...and quite addictive. A few doses are enough to induce a lifetime kink for fear. The Void Bee usually give their victims ten times the amount, usually causing a rape addiction, specifically a need to be vited by creatures that could easily kill you, or...¡± Her voice was lost beneath a buzzing drone. I gasped as fangs withdrew from my neck, shivering when the freezing tongue licked my wounds. A ck chitinous arm terminating in w-tipped fingers reached around me, grasping my breast. I tensed, afraid of the worst. Instead, the fingers sank gently into my small breasts, massaging in a circling motion, which slowly wandered into an idle pinch of my nipple. ¡°P-please¡­¡± I looked up to Slurp, whispering, ¡°P-please let me out.¡± Another chitinous hand covered my mouth as gentle buzz vibrated beside my ear. I hickuped, sucking fearful breaths through my nose, as the creature brought its face beside mine. She was eerie in the most alien way possible. Hauntingly beautiful with short ck fur, a fuzzy mane that gleamed with a purple sheen, and huge ck eyes. Yet in all her features was a touch of uncanny. Her nose and mouth had lines where they could split open into a maw big enough to consume my face. Her expression never flinched from the frozen half-smile painted on her chitin. Bzzzzz! Something hard vibrated against my thigh. Two immensely soft globes, tits wayrger than my head pressed against my back. This monster was huge! Another arm reached out to my crotch, fumbling, it unzipped my panties. A fourth arm took my wrists and led them behind me. The Void Bee¡¯s weight forced me forward, pressing my face and breasts against the ss. ¡°Nghuh. Hewp pheew,¡± I mumbled into the hand on my mouth. Behind me, the Void Bee knelt. It folded my hands into balled fists and spat gooey softness on my wrists and hands. A freezing lick hardened the wax. I tugged my arms, but the wax held them stiffly locked. I couldn¡¯t even open my hands. The Void Bee moved a hand around my neck. Four arms lifted me up, still holding me pinned to the ss, with Slurp and rest of the ves watching my rape with rapt attention. I felt her shift her weight behind me. A sharp tip went past my pussy lips, followed by a swiftly widening appendage. It went straight in for the price. Thank gods I¡¯m a horny masochist. If my pussy hadn¡¯t been ready and wanting, her cock would¡¯ve probably split open. It felt almost like a punch. The pain was nauseating, drawing tears from my eyes, and whines from my throat. Uncaring, the Void Bee withdrew her cock, and mmed in again. My cheek and tits chafed against the ss. My legs wobbled with the rhythm of the fucking, kicking helplessly for foothold. And then she started to buzz. Vibrations ran through the length of her cock, radiating everywhere between thighs and waist. I hit the peak and punched through it, my toes curling when the buzzing cock pushed my little maso bitch of a g-spot down the way its owner pushed me against the window. I struggled to breathe. My vision swam with images of horror and pleasure. And I came again. The damned beast wouldn¡¯t stop her raw, violent rut. My pussy started to hurt. My clit began to feel funny from the vibrations. There was nothing I could do to stop this. Absolutely nothing. I kicked and screamed but I had no strength. I cried and pleaded, but I got no help. There, before the shocked eyes of Toujou and other innocent young wombs to be, I was vited, until my captor finally chose to cum. Hot liquid filled me up, bubbling its way into my womb, coating the walls of my vagina, and sliding to make a mess of our groins. The Void Bee lifted me off her cock, knelt down, and sealed my oozing pussy with a warm wax plug. Another plug filled my asshole, solidifying into a gentle firmness. Fear and adoration filled my head, as I watched the sexy void-ck giant hover above me, folding my limbs this way and that. ¡°...the reason she¡¯s ssified as ¡®cum and cuddle¡¯. Once the Void Bee is done with her breeding attempt, its partner will be entombed, until it confirms the breeding to be sessful.¡± Entombed? I barely remembered what the word meant. Soft gooey substance coated my legs and waist. The Void Bee continued, diligently coating my tummy and back in an inchyer. Skipping over my breasts and neck, it moved to my shoulders and arms, not yet solidifying anything. The horrifyingly beautiful face came to hover above my face. Bzzzzprey¡­ I nodded. Its face opened up over my head. I closed my eyes. And felt gooey wax dribble over my eyelids, hair, and ears. Only my breasts and mouth were left bare. Before the aftershocks of repeated hard orgasms and venom lulled me into rest, I remember being carried and paced with my back against a wax wall, and the cold breath hardening my waxy prison around me, turning me into a bust on the wall. I dreamt of buzzing predators, grasping hands, hard ridged cocks, and an all consuming helplessness. A Bullied Preggo In Bondage A Bullied Preggo In Bondage I woke to my heart racing like it was trying to outrun a nightmare, but my eyes refused to open. Toxin induced fear that had begun to build up inside me way before I stirred kicked into full gear as I attempted, in vain, to squirm and struggle, only to be held perfectly immobile by full-body was-entombment. My ass and pussy clenched around the wax plugs, awaking the horny part of my brain. That¡¯s right. I¡¯m trapped in a breeding cell with a Void Bee. Bound and bred. All is good, Ion. All is good. Just enjoy the ride and¡ª I heard her buzz above me. ¡°EEEP! No! Stay away! Stay away! Hieeeh¡­¡± The irrational fear locked my brain in full submission. My predator approached with slow, measured steps. Her breath washed over me as she leaned closer, and closer. Wet saliva dribbled on my neck. I whined, gritting my teeth in anticipation of the bite. Fangs came down, twonces of piercing pressure followed by distant pain. Dose after dose of her venom pulsed into my bloodstream, mixing with the toxin, and adrenaline. My dread stayed as high as ever. I felt like a rabbit in a dragon¡¯s den, afraid to offend my predator in the slightest out of fear of being eaten. And the cursed venom made me love it. The frantic heartbeat, the adrenaline, the fear¡­ Instead of making me want to run, they started to swell my pussy-lips and clit. They made me want to be taken. To be used, rightfully so, by my predator. As I hung there, panting, a velvety softness brushed against my lips. Arge sticky nublet as tall and thick as an orc¡¯s thumb slipped past my lips. My predator pressed her weight against me, squishing my face in that softness, which I now identified as her prodigious breast. The pleasant squishing turned disconcerting, when her titflesh covered my nose, cheeks ¡ª the entire lower half of my face ¡ª and started to choke me. I groaned against the nipple as it slid deeper onto my tongue, properly gagging me. Bzzzdrink¡­ ¡°Mnggh!¡± I tried to suck air around it. A chitinous grip tight as iron seized my throat, choking ruthlessly, with fingers pressing nerves on the back of my neck for added pain. BZZZDRINK! I came. Afraid for my life, I sucked the nipple, coaxing out its prize with tongue and teeth. A nauseatingly thick sweetness bled out, gagging me all over again. Crying and whining, I gulped it down, suckling who knows what magical drug-honey from the Void Bee¡¯s tit, desperately working her nippple with my mouth. My consciousness nearly faded to ck by the time she lifted her tit off my face. I coughed and wheezed, sucking deep desperate breaths. What was in her breast-honey? Another mind altering venom? A body modifying drug? For once I wished Slurp was there behind the ss, lecturing on the nature of my peril. But nope. I was left alone with my thoughts. Even my predator buzzed off elsewhere into her cell. ¡°W-wait¡­¡± I whispered, swallowing the rest of my question. Aren¡¯t you going to fuck me? She was, but not yet. Guess what? Part of being a breeding ve includes not being able to decide when you¡¯re bred. That day, Void Bee drove the lesson home with a long frustrating lecture of neglect. Darkness lengthened my sense of time. Imprisonment and blindness sensitized my touch, scent, and smell, filling my head with the sweet waxy aromas of Void Bee¡¯sir. Long, impossibly boring hours dragged past, filled with nothing but waves of irrational fear and arousal. My predator was there, ever present, looming above me like a callous God too detached to touch her subjects. Only when I began to grow drowsy, did shee for me. Her strong arms tore me out of the wall, shedding the iron-hard wax off my body like it was styrofoam. She pressed my face into the ground, bent my ass up, and plunged into me without a warning. Like yesterday, she gave it to me hard enough to bore a hole through a lesser gal. I came. I moaned. I screamed. The entire time I was horrified, scaroused beyond sanity. When she withdrew and once more wall entombed me with a cum-filled pussy, I learned my lesson. This was not for my pleasure or my delight. She would do nothing to increase my pleasure or delight. I was here to be bred. Just bred. End of story. My days, as hard as they were to count, consisted of intense bouts of fear, long stretches of dark boring loneliness filled with horny thoughts and arousal from my entombed state, failed attempts at masturbation, and agonizingly short and painfully rough breeding sessions which left my womb and vagina raw. The entire time I got breastfed Void Bee¡¯s honey, received several doses of her venom, and breathed nothing but toxin infused air. I started to notice the changes in my behavior. No longer could I think of resisting my predator. My natural responses to fear were being overwritten, Fight and Flight being reced by anguid state of surrender. I just gave up, metaphorically rolled on my back, and waited to be used. Gods, I was on my way to bing a totally brainless ve drone. Mmmph! If only my body could¡¯ve moved enough to allow fapping! Bzzz¡­ My predator! I melted in my bondage, opened my mouth, and waited for her to do with me as she will like a good prey should. She came over, and paused. I waited, my tongue drooling at the thought of being choked by her tit, which never came. Instead, the Void Bee hefted my sore breast. I mewled, hurt as she squeezed my swollen flesh. Pressure built up under my are, rising, and rising. A trickle of thick fluid squirted out of my tit, eliciting a pleased sigh of release from me, followed by a heady feeling of pleasure around my entire chest. Bzzzzbred. ws sank into the wax around me, cracking my prison. I stayed limp, afraid to even breathe, as my predator carried me in her arms, andid me down on soft waxy ground, right next to the cell door. She buzzed once, and withdrew into the dark waxy corridors of herir. A nce down confirmed that my breats had grown from small mosquito bites to something resembling tits. My tummy was still t, but already I could feel the alien sperm of a Void being burning hot inside a fertilized egg. I had been bred. I was¡­ pregnant. Me pregnant. Soon enough, the monstrous offspring inside me would make my body would swell lewdly. The only thing my dumb horni brain registered from that realization was to set my arousal to 11. My tongue dried, while my lower lips drooled. I wished my predator woulde back to fuck me. Iid there like an idiot, wasting a perfect opportunity for a quick fingerbang out of fear of disrespecting the Void Bee. Like, I was horny. DYING OF HORNY. If they ever let you Time Gods go back and change other deities¡¯ timelines, can one of you p l e a s e go back and tell me past self to fap. Doesn¡¯t look like that worked¡­ Well, it was worth a shot. Anyway, after being stupid and not using the golden opportunity to shlick, I got collected by DT-12. The amazonian dryad wasn¡¯t much for conversation. She just picked me up, and one-by-one folded my limbs up and tied them into the bitch-suit configuration, where I was forced to crawl on my knees and elbows. Once bound, she opened a hatch on the floor grating and lowered me into the padded, pussy and sweat stinking crawl-ways beneath theb corridors. As I started crawling towards where I remembered the toilets where, I got my first taste of being cattle. A researcher assistant, a human woman with mulptipe arcane bodyparts and a blonde ponytail, walked over me, and spat right on my face. I froze, looking up at eyes filled with sadistic glee. ¡°What¡¯re you looking, at womb?¡± she snapped. My dumb Void Bee altered instincts made me roll on my back, spread my hobbled limbs wide, and open my mouth. Sheughed, shook her head, knelt down, and poured hot coffee on my pussy. I screamed, screamed till my lungs hurt, and they still paled inparison to the searing pain sliding down my sex. ¡°Dumb little shit. I catch you looking up again and I¡¯m going to throw you into flesh-pit for a hundred years. You cattle pieces of shit keep your eyes on the ground. You aren¡¯t people. You aren¡¯t even human. You¡¯re some drae fuck-up who thought she could get into our kingdom. Get this through your ditzy slut skull. You. Are. Worthless. Garbage. Do you hear me. Garbage?¡± I sniffled, curling into myself. I tried to beg for mercy, but hurt and fear gagged the words in my throat. The blonde stood, drew out a wand and gave it a flick. Pain subsided as healing magic coated my abused pussy flesh. ¡°Do the doggy thing next time I see you,¡± she said. ¡°I¡¯m going to draw something on you.¡± ¡°Ah¡­¡± I didn¡¯t know what to say, and dared to say even less. She strode away, leaving me to struggle back up on my bound limbs. When I finally reached the bathroom, some ten minutester, I found Dynja moaning between two fellow wombs, one of whom had sat her pussy on her face, while the other was banging herself on Dynja¡¯s girl-cock. Thetter girl¡¯s eyes flicked to meet mine, and began to smile. ¡°Oh, hey Ion! Wanna have a go at your friend?¡± Toujou, the oni who''d been sold here with me, asked. Slice of Slavelife (Part 1) Slice of velife (Part 1) Did I wanna have a go at Dynja¡¯s girl D? Does the sune up in the morning? Does gravity exist? ¡°Duh! Heck yeah I want some!¡± I crawled over to where my arch enemy was being pinned to the ground by two of my fellow newbie cattle ves. All of them were bound like I was, with our arms and legs hobbled, but the oni and gobbo had one decisive advantage over Dynja. Namely, they weren¡¯t yet as gorgeously voluptuous with pregnancy, and were far too agile for Dynja to defeat. She moaned against the goblin¡¯s pussy, her hobbled limbs tensing. Toujou¡¯s tongue rolled out as she mmed her ass against Dynja¡¯s hips, with a sweaty, love-juice drenched smack. The oni grit her teeth, her eyes rolling up as she came in sync with the load of cum that started to trickle out of her cock-stuffed pussy. Toujou sat there, relishing Dynja¡¯s cock in post-gasm euphoria. Liquid desire was trickling down through my zipper and over the thigh-highs as I ogled, jealous. ¡°Mnnnh¡­¡± With shaking limbs, she crawled off the cock. It sloshed out of her, alongside a few mouthfuls of cum and fem-juice, which added to the lewd tapestry of sexual fluids smattered all across Dynja¡¯s hips, thighs, and panties. This wasn¡¯t sloppy seconds. Not even the dirty thirds or fourths. This was straight up dumpster diving equivalent of dick hunting. And gosh, the thought of smearing my insides with the fluids of dozens of horny strangers did something funny to my small horny brain. ¡°Okay, go on,¡± Toujou said, nudging her head at Dynja¡¯s waning half-chub. ¡°It¡¯s all yours.¡± I approached warily, hunger for cock growing with every hobbled step. Dynja¡¯s face was still stuffed with Goblin pussy. Was she even aware I was here? Unlikely. The thought of using my rival¡¯s body in secret stoked a naughty excitement in my poor aching slit. And the stupifyingly thick odor of woman, sex, and dick-girl coating her penis threw gasoline on that need. Panting, I rotated to bring my bum in line with her dick and started rubbing my sex on her. A wet cock squished against my zipped up dutex panties. ¡°Oh. Toujou, do you mind¡­¡± Her eyes widened as I presented my behind. ¡°S-sure. Hold on.¡± She unzipped my crotch with her teeth. I got back to Dynja, and got to work, smearing my swollen pussy against her sloppy cock, and swiftly impaled myself on her the moment she got erect. Sweet¡ª Mmmmph, did it feel mind shatteringly good. She was just the right thickness. Just the right length. And so gorgeously wet that it slid right in like my cunny was made for her. With Dynja helpless on her back I had to do all the moving, swinging back and forth on my knees and elbows to side myself on her deliciously thick cock. I moaned on every inch. My inner walls hugged her tight like this was about to be thest dicking of my life. She slid in with silky smoothness, cum-coating working as the perfect lube. I came from just the pration. Thankfully, she didn¡¯t. Next¡­ ten? I¡¯m gonna guess and say ten. Next ten orgasms went in a blur of pleasure. I got all sweaty and exhausted. When I rolled off of Dynja, another girl was there to take my ce. ¡°Damn. Futas are popr. Almost wish I¡¯d given myself a cock,¡± I mumbled, staring at the pregnant demigoddess being mercilessly used by her fellow ves. Toujouughed. ¡°Given yourself a cock?¡± Shit! ¡°O-oh, yeah. Like, you know, there are nts that can bite you and make you grow one and uuuhh¡­ potions and such. And spells! Let¡¯s not forget magic.¡± ¡°Oookay, chill your tits. I¡¯m not judging. It was just a weird word choice, that¡¯s all.¡± ¡°Hahaha, yeah. I do that sometimes.¡± ¡°Hey, we were on our way to get fed, but if you need to use the cleaner we can wait around.¡± ¡°Oh. Thanks! Yeah, I¡¯ll be right there.¡± I crawled my way to one of the open ¡®stalls¡¯. The tentacle sprouting from the wall looked he lot more intimidating from eye-level than it had from above. It was an ugly knobbed thing, closer to an asymmetric bludgeoning weapon more than something you¡¯d think of shoving inside yourself. It was exactly the kind of thing I want to be vited by. My heart beat with anticipation as I backpedaled towards it. It bumped against my butt. Hard. Slimy. Hot. I moaned as I ground my rear against the member. It moved faster than my lust-addled brain could process. Wet weight pped against my cum-soaked crotch. Tendrils wound around my hips and tightened and something sharp and slick pressed itself against my twitching anus. It slipped home dangerously fast, flooding my guts with soft thick mass so fast I felt air leave my lungs. As I began cumming, another string slipped itself in through my urethra and pushed my dder past bursting. My forelimbs copsed and I fell onto my breasts into a panting drooling mess, while the tentacles reeled my ass closer to the wall. The volume in my rear shrunk with a great slurp, leaving behind euphoria akin to a ten minute anal pounding. Another sharper slurp emptied my dder, leaving my insides at once achingly hollow and oh so wonderfully clean. Then it repeated. The tentacles filled my dirty ces with their mass, only to excavate the moment I felt teetering at the brink of madness. The five cycles it did gave me more orgasms than I¡¯d gotten from prating myself on Dynja. The process left me curled on the floor and wondering what the heck just happened and why did it feel so disgustingly good. So yeah, tentacle toilet? I give it ten horny preggo ves out of five. Totally rmend. I might let my digestive system stay mortal all the time if bathroom breaks became this godly. Also, girl, if you do start peddling them. Better give me a cut for marketing. Next, we hit the grub hall with Toujout and her gobbo friend. Eating was as arousing as it was humiliating. The room was as low as the rest of the crawlspace and packed with hobbled ve girls in various stages of pregnancy. Rubber restraints squeaked. Tiny moans intersped the rhythm of glugs and gulps. Sounds of us womb ves were quiet, purposefully muffled the way prey critters of a forest know to still their sounds when in presence of danger. Staff of the research facility sat at the cafeteria above our crawlspace, chatting as they sampled dishes of freshly tossed sds and juicy stakes. Off to the side, away from the wall mounted feed dispensers, one scarlet skinned drae was barking and panting like a dog. On the other side of the floor grating, ab-coated human dangled a strip of meat at the ve, cooing at her like you would at a pet, and making the pregnant girl perform embarrassing tricks for the amusement of her and her co-workers. My ears flushed hot purple at the sight. ¡°Nnggh. How do you get regr bullies from the staff?¡± ¡°Regr bullies?¡± Toujou stared at me, mouth and eyes wide open. Drat. Were Voidbee¡¯s dumbening effects already making me a bbermouth? ¡°Uhh, like, that¡¯s kinda hot, isn¡¯t it?¡± Though toujou cringed, the oni¡¯s blush betrayed her secret opinion. ¡°Well¡­ I suppose. I was going to give you tips on how to avoid unwanted attention, but if that¡¯s your goal. The thing is, and this was a tip from a first generation veteran when I got here, you want to be careful which staffer¡¯s attention you catch. After your first pregnancy, they are all free to request to use you in their breeding and modding experiments. Most of them are kooky, but some are weirder and others are downright sadistic.¡± ¡°Aah¡­ I see. So there¡¯s a strategy to it?¡± ¡°Yeah, hold on. I¡¯ll tell you in a bit, but we should be quiet while eating.¡± We waddled our way to a pair of recently freed thick wall-mounted dildoes. Brown goop drooled off the tip and the ck rubbery cock was covered in the saliva of thest girl who¡¯d sucked it. It was right beneath a table of four staffers too, raising the humiliation factor through the roof. Sadly, they were mostly ignoring us. I mean, yeah it was hot to be objectified to the point that you bondage crawling on all fours under the floor was such a non-event that it warranted no attention. Super hot actually. Still the attention whoring slut in me was a teeeensy bit disappointed nobody paid any attention to my exhibitionism. Although, I guess you can¡¯t have it both ways. Ah well. Toujou bumped my shoulder and mouthed, ¡®Watch how I do it.¡¯ She then went onto give me the sexiest eating tutorial I have ever had the loin drenching pleasure of spectating. The slender oni girl approached her wall dildo with mouth open, moaning as she slid it over her tongue. With tiny shuffling steps, she advanced, expertly swallowing inches as she did, until a good twenty centimeters of it were lodged in her throat. Muscles of her neck began to move, pumping the feed dispenser by rhythmically gulping. Little sounds escaped her as she ate. Her hips shifted and thighs clenched. I needed to find another Dynja to fuck or get myself eaten out asap. But before the horny took over, I had the presence of mind to eat. The rubber tasted gross, I could barely breathe while it was in my throat, and the feed was both bitter and nd. So, to summarize, I friggin loved it. To think I¡¯d get to be degraded like this every day? For years? Heaven. This ce was my personal heaven. After snack, and a quick oral swap, Toujou gave me the run-down of survival strategies inherited from the veterans of the facility.
  1. Avoid Dr. Murchvoch and her assistant. Their pet projects are guaranteed to be heavily modified.
  2. Avoid being targeted by the older research staff because they are just as deranged.
  3. Never look the staff in the eye or annoy them.
  4. Obey every staff member.
  5. Best way to survive with your mind and body intact is to befriend milking staff, who can request to buy you as a personal love ve, or to befriend one of the younger (human) research assistants, because they usually have tamer projects.
I thanked her and saved the info forter. Nothing would be done to me while I was pregnant with Voidbee¡¯s spawn, but it would be valuable information for my long term stay. We chatted a little more about this and that and nothing in particr, mostly swapping impregnation stories and gossiping about various monsters we mightter get bred by. Unsurprisingly, the talk got us horny and we ended up sixty-nining several more times before bed. <- To be continued soon Slice of Slavelife (Part 2) Slice of velife (Part 2) Wombs were free to sleep in any of the small side-rooms and padded alcoves spread throughout the crawl-space. We ended up sharing one with six other girls. It got rather tight, but I didn¡¯t mind one bit. Sleeping in bondage is already so damn rxing. Sleeping in bondage, whilst squished between the sexy soft bodies of other bound ves was beyondfy. Come morning, after swapping some oral with a heavily pregnant elf who never even asked my name, we queued up to be milked. Guess whose dark skinned ass I bumped into while entering my milking machine? ¡°Dynja! Hey, long time no see,¡± I said, as the mechanized servo arms slotted me into metallic stocks. She let out a startled yelp and cummed into the penis pump. Her eyebrows shot up in shock. ¡°Nghaaaah! Aahh¡­ Haahhh¡­¡± Her heavy breasts heaved, leaking purple void-honey into the milkers as she caught her breath. ¡°I-Ion? It truly is you?¡± ¡°Who else?¡± I grunted as the restraints locked in ce, slightly too tight. Two metallic tentacles with transparent suction cups raised from the machine,tching onto my small breasts. I bit down a hitched moan when the vacuums activated. And another when something within the cups began pinching my vacuum-bloated nipples. ¡°Mngh¡­ Mmh¡­ Shhooo ghoood hehehee¡­¡± I rocked my hips, presenting my drooling holes to the fuck-machine positioned behind me. A pressure began to release deep within my breasts. Thick dark purple honey trickled out onto my purple nipples with a pleasurable tingle. My predator had blessed me with breasts to create her milk. Lewd thoughts and memories of my entombment buzzed back into my brain in full force. What wonderful effects did my tit honey have? It had most definitely done something to my brain and body. Just the thought of having more of it made drool fall off my tongue. My eyes fell onto Dynja¡¯s huge honey-filled tits and then met her gaze. She stared at my tits with the same addicted lust as I stared at hers, though where mine were squeezing out a teensy trickle, hers had filled the suction cups to the brim. ¡°Dynja, do you wanna¡­¡± Oh great, she isn¡¯t listening. ¡°Dynja. Hey. Hey, Dynja. Helloooo?¡± ¡°Huh?¡± After blinking, she came again, buckling against her restraints. And it wasn¡¯t a small orgasm. Good half a milk carton of spunk flowed out of her cock, enough to impregnate a gal ten times over. The pleasure on her face was animalistic and desperate. Gone was the hoity-toity goddess. In her ce was a woman dominated by the sensations and cravings of her body. ¡°Wow¡­¡± Dynja hung limp in her restraints, panting heavily. She shot me a hostile re. ¡°What are you after?¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­¡± Okay, the hoity-toity goddess was still there. ¡°To cum for starters? How do you get the machine to fuck you. It¡¯s barely tickled my holes so far!¡± To demonstrate, I struggled against my stocks and wiggled my rear against the gently gyrating dildoes of the fuck-machine. ¡°Hmph. And you call yourself a Goddess of Knowledge¡­¡± ¡°Hey! You don¡¯t look too smart either right now, so watch it.¡± She averted her gaze, struggling to stifle her reaction as the machines re-entered her ass and vagina. ¡°This-nngh thrice damned machine ¡®rewards¡¯ us for milk production. If you wish to be prated, startctating.¡± I looked down at my small tits, then at her milkers, then at my tits. ¡°How is that fair? How does that make sense? ¡®Oh, yeah, we¡¯ll let the girls who are already leaking like cows get the dick, while the rest get teased.¡¯ What?¡± Dynjaughed haughtily, while moaning. ¡°Such is the karmic reward of fools who bestow upon themselves inferior breasts.¡± ¡°I just wanted to enjoy the process of them growing from itty-bitty to mega-titty.¡± ¡°A fool indeed.¡± She came again and made an euphoric face. Okay, I was getting jealous. Grumbling, I squirmed in my bondage and focused on how nice it was to be so securely bound, exposed, and getting publicly milked in a barn with almost a hundred other ves. It didn¡¯t matter if I didn¡¯t get to cum with mydy bits or anus here, I could always ask Toujou or someone else to lick me, or¡­ maybe even¡­ My mouth got dry the moment my gaze drifted to Dynja¡¯s bick ck cum-soaked cock. My lower mouth throbbed, feeling empty as it remembered the shape of her cock. ¡°A-anyway.¡± I cleared my voice. ¡°Seems you¡¯re feeling better? You were pretty subby thest two times I saw you.¡± ¡°That is¡­ The Voidbee¡¯s eggs are nearly ready to beid. Their buzzing reminds me of my predator.¡± She¡¯d nearly whispered thest word. That flicker of fear and longing in her eyes was one I recognized intimately. ¡°I know how it feels. Would be lying if I didn¡¯t say I¡¯m looking forward to it. Turning dumb and subby enough to be used by other ves is¡­ Mmmph.¡± My clitoris twitched at the fantasy, nearly causing a climax when it brushed against the dildo poised to prate me. ¡°Though I¡¯ve gotta admit, I¡¯m a little surprised to have run into you here. Like, sure, sure I had an inkling you were into pervy shit from the beginning. Biggest haters are the biggest coset fants and so on. And the reactions you had at Horny Jail, woof! But this ce is next level.¡± Dynja averted her gaze, frowning. She climaxed two more times, before replying, ¡°This will be published for all of the Lesser Deity Afternoon Club to see, will it not?¡± ¡°You bet!¡± After a moment, she opened her mouth, then closed it again. A struggle of emotions warred on her expression, not the least of which was the steady rhythm of orgasms that the milking machine was force-feeding her. Beneath its waves was fear, anger, frustration, but also several vors of excitement. She mumbled her words. ¡°What was that?¡± Dynja hissed. ¡°I said, I¡­¡± ¡°Yeeees?¡± ¡°I SAID: I HAVE BEEN HARBORING SALACIOUS DESIRES FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND DESPISE HOW A DETESTABLE WHOREMONGERING BITCH LIKE YOU DARE BE SO BRAZEN ABOUT PURSUING PLEASURES, WHICH I HAVE FOR EONS DENIED FROM MYSELF.¡± She came again after that. ves locked in the nearby booths gave us odds looks. Dynja grit her teeth in embarrassment. Her pupils were dted to the max and I could almost hear her heartbeat. With her secret desires as exposed as her lewdly bound body, you couldn¡¯t squeeze a rawer confession out of her if you had fucked her with a demon shlong. She was at once terrified of my and your judgment, as well as aroused by it. While a part of me wanted to y into that arousal, my better self prevailed. I stuck out my tongue cheekily. ¡°Sorry not sorry~ This little bitch is gonna keep on whoremongering and teasing grumpy old goddesses like you, until you go mad. You think this is bad? Pffft! My pussy¡¯s just getting warmed up. Once my lewd ns to corrupt the lesser deities of the Afternoon Clube to fruition, I¡¯ll aim my sultry whispers at the true deities. And once they¡¯ve been perverted, it¡¯s the higher deities¡¯ turn. I won¡¯t stop until the overgod itself has been sluttified to the point they wear a vibrating butt-plug to work everyday. I won¡¯t rest until this entire world is a reflection of my perverted little reincarnator soul. My poor sexy helpless Dynja, you¡¯re a fool if you thought you ever had a chance against an S-ss degenerate like myself.¡± I finished my monologue with a viinousughter, well, more like a girly giggle followed up by a stifled moan from nipple stimtion, but hey, I tried. Dynja closed her mouth. Soul-deep shame fled from her gaze, reced by a familiar sharpness. She startedughing like a true viiness, though the effect was a little ruined by the asional moans caused by the pration and penis pump. ¡°Foolish reincarnator! You believe me defeated because I¡¯m restrained to a mortal body, pregnant, drugged, bound, and currently being humiliated by a milking automaton? I shall admit that, for a fleeting whisk of time, I nearly lost myself in the abyss of desires when I admitted myself into this torment of carnal pleasure. But that shall be no more, now that I know of your true ns, vile temptress whose degeneracy is of the S-ss. This facility shall crumble my morality no more. I will show you the difference in willpower between a real lesser deity and a filthy second ss reincarnator. And when the hour of judgmentes, it shall be I who stands above your bound body with a whip in hand, striking you until masochism turns to true pain.¡± I couldn¡¯t help butugh. We cackled like two lunatics, albeit for different reasons. After a while, a barn staffer came over and electrocuted our butts with a cattle prong for disturbing the milking of the nearby ves. F?????????????????o???????????????????????r????????????????b????????????????????i???????????????????d?????????????????????????d???????????????????????????e?????????????????????n???????????????????? ????????????????????f????????????????r???????????o???????????????m????????????????? ??????????????????????????D?????????????????????y?????????????????n??????????????????????j??????????????????????a???? I cooked up a divine truename rune to hide this bit from Dynja. This might be the most powerful spoiler I¡¯ve ever written lol. Okay, hey guys, and especially any true and higher deities reading this. Just so that nobody misunderstands, I¡¯m actually not nning on taking over the world and bing some lewd viiness who¡¯s going to pervify all of creation. This world is plenty sexy already and I don¡¯t want to impose my desires on unrted people. I said what I did mainly ¡®cos Dynja seemed truly down and confused, and ¡®cos she hasn¡¯t been replying to any of my updates recently. Yeah, tricking her prolly isn¡¯t the best way to resolve whatever identity crisis she is going through, but at least it gives her time to let her be herself, while also indulging in her true desires. Needless to say, please don¡¯t reveal this to her. She¡¯s been a bit of an ass to me, but after living¡­ gosh, has it been 400 years already? Anyhow, having lived a little longer than I did as a mortal on Earth, I¡¯ve grown to appreciate different kinds of rtionships. For higher beings, it can actually be healthy to have a few regr antagonists to keep you bnced. I¡¯m sure many of you can rte (looking at you dark deities who let your enemies summon [Heroes] from otherworlds even if you could stop the ritual with a flick of your fingers). F?????????????????o???????????????????????r????????????????b????????????????????i???????????????????d?????????????????????????d???????????????????????????e?????????????????????n???????????????????? ????????????????????f????????????????r???????????o???????????????m????????????????? ??????????????????????????D?????????????????????y?????????????????n??????????????????????j??????????????????????a???? We were released after some two hours. I produced measly two deciliters of Voidbee honey. As we crawled back into the ve-space, Dynja kept on being mighty smug about her own two liters. I interrupted her after the tenth brag about how my small tits and dicklessness were a sign about being weaker to lust than her. ¡°So, wanna kiss and fuck?¡± ¡°As expected. Your inferior milk production left you wanting and now you crawl to me to beg for release, attempting to nt a growing desire for your slender feminine form into my subconscious. Bold of you to presume that such tricks could work on me.¡± After that, we found a private spot and got her cock drenched in my spit and pussy juices, made out till our faces were sloppy, and sucked each other¡¯s tits for Voidbee honey like we were about to die from thirst. Eventually, after the first few days, my life fell into something akin to a routine. Mornings were for oral and fucking any futas who¡¯d happened to sleep in my and Toujou¡¯s pile. Next was usually the bathroom, and I quickly grew addicted to the deep-cleaning tentacle enemas of facility toilets. That shit hit all the spots. Most of the actual wake-time was spent eating, sexing, and getting milked, sometimes bathing. When sleep-time came, I was usually exhausted enough to snooze the minute my head fell onto a pair of soft breasts or thighs. Every so often, I would run into that blonde ponytail research assistant and get some more doggy training. After Toujou¡¯s advice, I listened to her with a keen ear, saving every tid-bit of information she gave forter. Gradually, I started to notice that same softness puffing up my own body. My breasts gained weight, bringing my nipples to droop closer to the ground with each passing day. I noticed weight umting around my once slender figure, padding my rump and thighs to the point that I lost my thigh-gap and couldn¡¯t crawl without rubbing my legs together. Those already tight dutex clothes grew evermore snug, turning from skin-tight into skin-biting. You could see the clear shape of my pussy against the panties. The greatest change, of course, was within my belly. My tummy bloated with each passing week. I couldn¡¯t help but admire it, and whenever I did, my brain filled with strange buzzing thoughts. My eggs. My predator¡¯s eggs. I was their obedient womb. My entire life¡¯s purpose was ensuring their health. With their droning buzz came also a change in my brain chemistry. Around the time Dynja disappeared for a day to give birth, thinking started to get harder. I kept forgetting simple things, like if I¡¯d already eaten or been to the toilet. My mind went full subby. I was crawling in a haze, entirely dependent on following the herd of ves, and on Toujou¡¯s help (bless that brave little oni). But she wasn¡¯t always there. Whenever I was alone I soon found myself on my back, with my nose and tongue buried in an unfamiliar pussy that threatened to choke my breath. I¡¯d be exactly like Dynja, a moaning, groaning, submissive blob of pregnant flesh. How the heck Dynja had managed to put up such a defiant attitude in this state and actually talk back to me, I couldn¡¯t figure out. Neither did I get a chance to ask her. She¡¯d likely been confined to a ¡®ck section¡¯ chamber for the duration of her next pregnancy and wouldn¡¯t be around for a while. With my own Voidbee eggying creeping closer, so did the time to act. Toujou¡¯s 5 veteran survival tips and Ponytail¡¯s trickle of rumors gave me all the tools I needed to subtly control my stay at the facility. Those brief moments my face wasn¡¯t sucking a feeding tube or buried in pussy, I spent crunching the optimal solution with the few functioning non-horny braincells I had left. The safest option was Larissa, a young doctorate student with a heart of gold, who¡¯d already fallen in love with eleven ves and bought them as her personal love-ves. Although, given how she was rumored to treat them as equal lovers, it was more apt to say she¡¯d straight up married them. I scuttled past her without making eye-contact and continued to my real target. Alone, at a corner table of the cafeteria above ve¡¯s feeding area sat a petite woman with white hair, a permanent smile, and gaunt features known as Dr. Hordrewd. My heart hammered at the pace of a mouse¡¯s as I crawled underneath her and peeked up at her dead eyes, meeting her gaze. The eggs in my belly buzzed next to my stomach, which was turning into knots. My prey instincts kicked in full force, urging me to present myself to this predator and beg. Before submissive instincts could overwhelm my reasoning, I forced on a defiant re, cleared my throat, and spat a dollop on Dr. Horndrewd¡¯s crotch. ¡°F-fuck you, ugly fake bitch,¡± I managed to peep out. Slowly, after studying the smear of spit on her ck pants, she turned her dead-smile at me. ¡°So you have chosen death.¡± This woman was Murchvoch¡¯s niece, twice as mad and infinitely meaner. Dr. Horndrewd had the scientific ambition of a dead fish. Her only reason for working here was to have a ce where she could legally torment others. ording to rumors, she¡¯d nearly gotten incarcerated for turning her wife into a living sex-toy. Several ves she had operated on had been turned into a mindless fucknuggets and had to be gifted artificial legs and had their brains partially restored by powerful magics. She was the worst of the worst that a ce like this facility could attract, an absolute remorseless S-ss sadist, and I had enlisted myself on her naughty list. I came on the spot. Slaveception veception And as I came, an egg popped out. Plop, just like that! It slipped out like a lubed fist after a two-day gang-bang, almost too smoothly for me to register. Voidbeervae within the dark purple egg-sack buzzed, calling its siblings toe out and explore the wide new world outside. My thoughts melted into white noise, when those siblings replied and all of the remaining eggs started a jubilee of vibrations within my womb. ¡°Mnnaaaahhh!¡± The entirety of my bloated belly trembled. Hot vibrations churned against the walls of my womb, echoing all throughout my lower body and torso. I felt them in my sore honey-filled breasts, in my painfully erect nipples, my soft tender thighs, my twitching asshole, my wet pussy lips, and my swollen hard clit. Everywhere vibrated. Hard. I copsed into a writhing mess, struggling to breathe, stunned by the intense waves of pleasure pounding my nerves. I clenched my hips, screaming as I pushed another thick egg through my tightly contracting slit. World around me blurred into a yogurt of colors and motion and orgasm. I felt someone grab me and was hazily aware of being carried across the staff hallways by Slurp or one of the other tamed monsters. All details of where I went and how melted away under the all consuming vibrations dominating my womb and sex. Each eggid plunged me deeper into a full-body orgasm as the call of their siblings intensified. I lost myself in a seemingly never-ending pit of white bliss. My first coherent thought, long after pleasures subsided and gave way to a sluggish heaviness, was a realization that I no longer had eggs inside of me. It was followed by the cinching sensation of tight straps around my wrists, arms, ankles, thighs, waist, and neck, which held me fixed and floating in ce. A blinding light above my face put tears in my eyes. ¡°Where?¡± I mumbled, weakly testing my restraints. Dead-eyed white haired face of Dr. Horndrewd appeared above me. ¡°Arcanosurgery chamber 2B.¡± Fresh shot of adrenaline rushed through my veins. Some deep self preservation switch in my currently mortal body was flicked, as I realized that my body was about to be permanently altered. I dove into that panic, allowing nightmares to y through my imagination while desperately struggling against the thick metal cuffs engraved with glowing azure glyphs. They didn¡¯t budge. The only sign I was doing anything other than wearing myself down was a gentle arcane humm that came from the bondage when I fought against it. ¡°You understand your situation. Good. I was afraid you mightck the mental acuity to fear what I am about to do to you.¡± Sweat beaded down my brow and breasts. A desperate sob escaped me as I heaved to catch my breath. Panic had sunk its ws deep into my brain. I might not have limbs after this. I might not have a brain. I¡¯ll be a living pussy for ten years. Pee trickled down my thigh as I sniffled. ¡°P-please¡­ No¡­ Have mercy. Don¡¯t¡­ Don¡¯t break me.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s see.¡± She forced my eyelids open. A gloved finger touched my crotch. ¡°Heightened terror and fear kink from Voidbee¡¯s drugs seems to still be in effect. Excellent. This is why Voidbee venom is my favorite monster extract. Also, it pairs excellently with the acute hyper-awareness induced by a certain notorious species of Wall of Flesh.¡± An arcane limb attached to Dr. Horndrewd¡¯s back ced a gallon syringe in the gaunt woman¡¯s gloved hands. ¡°N-no please.¡± A flick of her fingers caused my horizontally hovering body to snap into a backwards tilt. Another snap forced my ankle cuffs apart and spread me in a split. I moaned at the tightness in muscles that had been constrained by a bitch-suit for months. Narrow lubed tip pierced my loosened anus with ease. Something thick and cool poured out, spilling to fill every nook and cranny of my rear. Upside down, I writhed and groaned as my ass started to fill up and stretch from the volume. I could feel it slide deeper, invading the far corners of my bowels. It started to ache. I got an overwhelming urge to eject it all and started squeezing. Dr. Hondrewd plugged my pucker with something cold and metallic. It was a big plug, but not big enough to be pushed out. Not until she twisted a switch in it and the plug within me opened like a flower, locking itself in ce. I gasped. The pressure grew. That jelly began to tickle me from the inside. Gritting teeth, I tried to squeeze it out, fought to eject it with the entirety of my highly trained anal might. To no avail. The plug held tight. My ass stayed full. Everything tickled. I started to feel funny in the brain. I could hear the heartbeat in my veins, smell each little scent emitted by my body and the perfume in the cruel doctor¡¯s armpits. Around me, the world seemed to almost slow down. ¡°Ngaaahh¡­ Wha- did you do?¡± ¡°Granted you roughly 50% increased hyper-awareness, at a small cost of one or two IQ.¡± A snap brought me horizontal and closed my legs. Even that motion felt slower now. ¡°100%, once the jelly is fully absorbed.¡± ¡°Mmngh!¡± Gosh darn it felt horrible to have my thighs closed with my ass so full. My limbs felt even weaker now as I struggled. The doctor¡¯s smile widened with unbridled sadis as her third arm ced a thorny ck iron wand on her palm. ¡°Now, I hope you are feeling ufortable and afraid ve, because this next part will hurt.¡± Tip of her wand sparked with pink and purple. She pressed it against my pubic mound and stabbed me with a searing hot agony that drew from my lips an uncontrolled scream of pain and masochistic pleasure. Even in this severely restrained mortal body, I could feel the pink glowing mark sink its insidious arcane tentacles onto my flesh, mana, and soul all at once. Dr. Hondrewd leaned over me, squeezing my thighs and stomach as she re-situated whilst working on the details of the magical tattoo. She took her time, humming as she etched enving magics onto my smooth skin. Sweat damped my skin. I kept on squirming at every new spark of pain. Sides of my face were hot and wet with streams of tears and my voice began to grow hoarse. Nearly two hourster, a wide womb-brand glowed over my pelvic area, encircling my pussy with pink filigree. Without a pause, she grabbed my left breast and started working a tattoo starting from ny nipple. I spent thest fight in my body and eventually slumped into a floating limp heap of despair and pain endorphins. Hours crawled by. Arcane tattoos of unknown meaning appeared over my breasts, around my neck, behind my hips, and even on my tongue. It felt neverending and inevitable. It was the worst and best torture of my life so far. I¡¯d never been with someone who truly wanted to hurt me, and only hurt me, rather than to humiliate me for their own pleasure. This was a new scary experience. Terrifyingly scary. I could never guess what she¡¯d do next. I couldnt beg her to stop, couldn¡¯t plea for mercy, or ask for a time out. All I could do was endure pain and humiliation, knowing she was breaking apart my body and mind. ¡°Finished,¡± announced the doctor, setting down her wand. I floated face down, my mouth open with a drool flowing past my painfully hot tongue. My face was wet with tears and my body trembled with involuntary shivers. A spank on my freshly stamped arcane tramp-stamp made me whimper. ¡°Whaz gonna happen to me?¡± I slurred, woozy from the motion of her turning me over. ¡°d you asked. Next I will install a nd inside you to turn your bodily fluids into a powerful aphrodisiac, and another nd, which will work as a climax inhibitor to counteract the sensitization treatments. Then I will install a geas chip in your neck to enable manual orgasm control, pierce your nipples with multifunction torture piercings, and finally infect your clitoris with a phallic parasite tentacle that will rape the closest hole, if and when its needs are not sated.¡± My head was too cloudy to parse everything she said at that moment. For some idiotic reason, I replied, ¡°Sounds good.¡± Let me tell you, it was not the reply she had been looking for. I was knocked unconscious and woke up with my sweat smelling sweeter and more pungent than before. I also noted an immediate arousal in every part of my body from toes to my numblet horns. ¡°Cum,¡± she said. ¡°Nhaaah!¡± A pulse of mana spread out from my neck and flipped my switch. My abdominals and hips convulsed as a full body orgasm pulsed throughout me, locking my leg muscles. My eyes rolled back. I gasped for air. ¡°Cum.¡± Another wave. Gods, my brain started to melt and¡ª ¡°Stop.¡± Split second pulse of mana washed the pleasure away like an icy shower, leaving me in my natural state of heightened arousal. ¡°Cum. Stop. Cum. Stop. Cum. Stop. Cum. Stop¡­¡± Just when I started to fear that she¡¯d shatter my lightbulb with all that switch flicking, Dr. Horndrewd gave herself a pleased nod. ¡°Now, let¡¯s move on to those piercings and the parasite¡­¡± Thankfully, the Voidbee fear venom and time-slow jelly in my horribly stuffed ass saved me from having to pretend that I didn¡¯t like the process of getting my nipples pierced. I still loved every second of it, mind you. It¡¯s hard not to enjoy getting your freshly magically branded and honey-filled tits harshly grabbed and having sharp pain stab your sensitized nipples, but I was so scaroused that the screaming and panicking was totally genuine. I managed to stealth-cum like five times during it, before she figured me out and said ¡®Stop¡¯. The piercings were as torturous as promised. Amand word could make them zap me with a spine curling load of electricity. Another could make them heavy enough to nearly tear off my nipples. A third word made them vibrate hard enough to buzz me over the edge in twelve seconds. And the parasite. Ooh boy¡­ ¡°Here he is,¡± cooed Dr. Horndrewd, opening a jar. Her arcane arm caught the ten-inch purple tentacle before it could escape. It iled its tiny tendrils violently against the metal arm. Feisty little guy. Or girl! The Dr. snapped her fingers, making my restraints bend me into a birthing position for easier ess to my crotch. She brought the parasite to hover above my erect clitty. ¡°Like the other adjustments, this will be permanent. You won¡¯t find freedom from it after your very here ends. You may now beg for mercy, for my amuse¡­ What are you doing?!¡± ¡°Huh?¡± I swallowed a drollop of drool and broke my eyes off of my soon to be cock. ¡°Oh¡­ I, uhh¡­ Please have mercy.¡± ¡°You were shaking your hips!¡± ¡°I-I swear, I was just afraid. Please, Mistress Horndrewd.¡± ¡°You want this, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Yes! No! I mean, no, I hate it I swear. I don¡¯t want a hot parasite tentacle cock that will vite me all night long. Please, anything but that.¡± A vein on her forehead twitched. She pinched my clit painfully hard. ¡°Aaahn!¡± ¡°I see it now. You knew my reputation and approached me in order to be tormented by me. Didn¡¯t you? ANSWER ME!¡± ¡°Nhaaah! Yes, yes I did~¡± I might¡¯ve cummed again. She let go and pped my cunt hard enough to send stars through my vision. ¡°I should have known. This facility houses nothing but the absolute most irredeemable of you inhuman degenerates. Eight time a worthless subhuman ve does this¡­¡± Dr. Horndrewd shook her head. ¡°Irredeemable!¡± ¡°M-my tentacle cock?¡± It let out a dying squeak when she crushed it with her arcane arm. ¡°Meep!¡± That was my squeak. ¡°My tentacle!¡± Poor little fe died with onest il of its tiny tendrils. Dr. Horndrewd threw her gloves and coat on the floor. ¡°I¡¯m done with this facility of insane torture immune ve bitches.¡± She touched her earring, and said, ¡°Slurp, tell aunt I quit. Yes, I¡¯m sure. No. I don¡¯t care. I quit. That¡¯s final.¡± She stormed out, leaving me hanging. I caught my bearings and got horny while waiting for my fate, though thankfully I didn¡¯t have to wait too long. DT-12, the three meter amazon of a dryad came to release me from the floating cuffs. She tied my wrists together and allowed me to walk on two feet, leading me with a strong grip around my neck to the much dreaded and even more anticipated ¡®ck section¡¯. Despite my overwhelming horniness, I froze from awe when I saw what awaited me. Inside of the cell, underneath a fake sky surrounded by fake sceneries was a modest vige of cozy little y homes popted exclusively by hung goblin short-stacks. All around the vige, cattle ves like myself walked around like pets, pulled carts like bondage ponies, or simply whimpered and squirmed in static restraints while a goblins used them as furniture or pieces of decoration. A well endowed gobliness wearing nothing but bone jewelry and a crocodile skull helmet weed DT-12 at the door. ¡°Ha! Envoy of the One Who Created Sky and Walls. Be greetings, be big greetings. Me, shamaness Hupath wee thee and thank One Who Created Sky and Walls for offering. Tribe will pray many prayings. Will sacrifice ve to Great Tu-Tu, as is agreement.¡± Hold up, sacrifice a ve? On cue, my gaze leapt to a short y-block pyramid at the center of the town and met the teary eyes of a blonde elf bound with rope and gagged with a wooden block. Her pussy and ass were prated by a wooden phallys and her body fingerpainted with bright blue. As she fought to escape, a hope opened in the artifical ceiling and a five-meter wide worm of ck slime lunged downward and swallowed her whole with a maw lined with tentacles. Horny Cloister of Cstabath Horny Cloister of Cstabath With a m and a hum of wards activating, the ss door disappeared behind an illusion of mountains, sealing me in a fake valley of y-huts and bamboo inhabited by a tribe of borately tattooed curvy green short stacks and female cattle ves. ves, who were apparently being sacrificed as part of whatever insane agreement had led to the researchers housing a full goblin tribe inside their monster-pregnancy research facility. ¡°Be many greetings, offering. What Word of Calling does offering have?¡± Blinking, I nearly jolted at the realization that the jewelry d shamaness Hupath was talking to me, and addressing me as if I wasn¡¯t a swollen and heavily marked breeding ve currently a ve dressed in little else than dutex lingerie and a pair of ck cuffs on my wrists. ¡°Uh¡­ Ah¡­¡± ¡°Uh¡¯Ah.¡± Hupath nodded sagely, continuing in an almost grandmotherly tone, as much as that was possible for a half-naked goblin. ¡°Be many greetings, Uh¡¯Ah, ve of the One Who Created Sky and Walls. And be many wees, to the Cstabath, who in human tongues is Sacred Sisterhood of Dick Who Devours.¡± My mouth opened, befuddlement stilling my tongue. ¡°Yes, be many amazed!¡± Hupath spread her arms wide, lifting thoseyers of native bling high enough to reveal bits of are of the deepest darkest green. ¡°Abath¡ªDick Who Devours biggest of Great Big Ones. Be happy, Uh¡¯Ah, to learn ways of Cstabath and be bestest sacrifice. But be determined also. Many tests await ve who want to be sacrifice. Many trials. Much training. Biggest journey of Uh¡¯Ah¡¯s life ahead of her now, but be not fear. Me, Hupath and sisters of Cstabath here to help and guide Uh¡¯Ah to prepare.¡± My permanently lust-hazy brain got stuck waiting for an order to obey, so I didn¡¯t understand her silence as a cue to talk until well after it had stretched into awkwardness. ¡°T-thanks?¡± I tried. Hupath¡¯s grin widened. That glint of sharp teeth sent a throb of dread through my venom addled instincts, telling me I was prey and hers to use. ¡°I¡¯m happy to serve you,¡± I added and felt my thoughts melt at the admittance of the eager truth already smoldering against the overly tight rubber of my ck panties. ¡°...Mistress Hupath.¡± ¡°No! No!¡± Hupath scowled gestured in aggressive refusal, causing my heart to skip a scared beat. ¡°Me not be Mistress or Mastress. All be servants or ves of Abath. Me shamaness be only first servant. ves call me, Shamaness.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Shamaness,¡± I bowed. ¡°No! No!¡± Shamaness growled. ¡°No ve be bowing! On knees. On knees!¡± I knelt in a sh and she looped a finger through my choker¡¯s link to push my head lower still all of a sudden my face was pressed against ten inches of intensely musky b of girldick encircled by golden tribal tattoos. Arousal stirred a purr of a moan from my throat. Completely enchanted by the cock, my mind drew a nk. ¡°Be listen well, Uh¡¯Ah. ves not apologizing with words, but instead¡ª Ngh!¡± All ten inches of her had slipped down my throat before I¡¯d had time to even enjoy her taste. Whoops! Instinct, harsh training, chemically induced hyper-awareness of my body, and irredeemably perverted nature guided my tongue and mouth around her girth, finding her favored spots as smoothly as the goblin¡¯s own masturbating hands would after a long day of non-stop arousal. Moaning against her cock, I closed my eyes and savored her sounds pleasure. tuning into every little gasp and twitch of erect flesh. Soaked in my now aphrodisiac spit, her cock pulsed against the walls of my throat, close to cumming. The only reason my own pants weren¡¯t yet creamed with girl-cum for serving her was that insidious little hum of the climax inhibitor that the doctor had installed in me. I pulled her deeper, sucking hard, and- A small goblin hand pulled me off by the cor and tossed me on my back. ¡°No not good!¡± I gasped cockless air and stared at her in shock. ¡°Not¡­¡± I stuttered, ¡°You didn¡¯t¡­ But?¡± Shamaness shook her head. Tsking, she reached down for my cor, and while waving her hands angrily, pulled me up. ¡°Good suck, yes. But suck not worship. This bemon mistake by offerings of One Who Created Sky and Walls. ve offering be not always sacrifice, but sacrifice can be made from ve offering. With teachings. Uh¡¯Ah not ready. Not ready at all. But be not fear! Hupath and sisters here to help and teach. Come. Come!¡± she tugged my cor. My legs gave and I curled into a convulsing ball of groans as I climaxed twice, hard. That Geas chip, I decided, was going to be trouble. After recovering the use of my legs, but none of my already nonexistent dignity, I was led deeper into the vige. First thing that struck out was that nobody was pregnant. Not the goblin futas, nor the cattle girls. Most had bodies swollen by recent pregnancy, sure, but not a single one had a bloated belly, which was a little odd considering this was in the ¡®ck section¡¯, where ves were supposed to stay for the entire duration of our prograncy. Another thing that I noted was the ¡ª I wouldn¡¯t call it madness, cos anyone who signed up to be enved here had to be a little mad to begin with ¡ª gleam in the eyes of the row of females we walked by, a pink drae, a dark elf, and a red-dragon shortstack. They were tied up tight, rope biting lewdly into their bodies and bamboo frames forcing them into degrading and strenuous postures. They were all smiling, and not with that derpy bimbo-smile I¡¯d seen on a ves who¡¯d lost a few too many IQ points to magical dicking. No, these chicks had the grins of rapture on their faces. ¡°Honored Shamaness.¡± ¡°Shamaness Hupath.¡± Shamaness.¡± They murmured in greetings, voices reverent and adoring. Shamaness waved back. ¡°These soon be sacrifices ready for Abath. From left to right, these go by the Word of Callings: Hi, Hello, and Umm.¡± I blinked, wondering if my own brain had already gone too mushy from magical drugs and fucking or if I¡¯d heard that right. ¡°Sacrifices, be weing and greetings to Uh¡¯Ah, who be our youngest ve offering.¡± ¡°Be many greetings, Uh¡¯Ah. I am Hi,¡± mumbled the drae, who hung from a rope harness with her ankles bound behind her neck and wrists behind her back, to make an obscene presentation of her breasts and sex. ¡°Wee, to Cstabath, friend. I am Hello,¡± said the elf, whose neck and wrists were tied to a pole that forced her to bend over, while another pole fixed her legs into a wide spread. The dragon girl, presumably named ¡®Umm¡¯, simply met my eyes while her long tongue lolled through an open-mouth gag, while she hung from a frame, hogtied in a way that left her legs and mouth essible. Goblin cum trickled out of her pucker. Hot. ¡°Hi, Hi. Hello, Hello. And¡­ umm¡­ greetings, Umm?¡± Somehow, after several months of dehumanization and very, I found myself able to feel incredible awkwardness at the sight of them returning the greetings. Like, girls, we¡¯re in the process of getting our free will and freedoms peeled away, was acting like helpless horny ve girls too much to ask? Also, curse this Shamaness and her silly naming habits, ¡®cos I was seriously struggling to hold a straight face and not start giggling at the absurdity. ¡°Come-¡± ¡°Ahhn!¡± I missed a step as my pussy and clit tensed up with a rush of pleasure. ¡°-this way¡­ Uh¡¯Ah, me finds this sudden releasings of pleasures for no reason worrying. Be Uh¡¯Ah healthy of body and mind?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Nnghh. Yeah,¡± I huffed, struggling back on my wobbly feet. ¡°I am good Shamaness. It¡¯s just a magical curse forces me to¡­¡± I hesitated. ¡°...cum? Phew. When someone, shit I wonder if that¡¯s everyone, tells me to cum ore.¡± ¡°Me understand. Sisters will be told. Sacrifices and offerings will be warned. None shallmand Uh¡¯Ah to release, unless ceremony requires.¡± I bit down a whimper of frustration. Dumb! You could¡¯ve been cumming your brains out! ¡°Uh¡¯Ah, me asks,¡± Shamaness continued, ¡°What other curses does offering Uh¡¯Ah bear?¡± ¡°Well, um¡­¡± So I gave her the list: Voidbee venom and honey that gave me a fear kink, a chemically enforced prey kink, magically sensitized and erged nipples and clit, hyper awareness of the senses that slowed my perception of time when feeling pain or pleasure, arcane tattoos of unknown meaning all over my body, aphrodisiac body fluids, a climax inhibitor to make sure I don¡¯t cum spontaneously from the perma-arousal I was in, multifunctional torture piercings, and the geas chip for manual orgasm triggering and denial. Shamaness nodded sagely. ¡°Hm. Hm. Me understand. Middle of the brood, ifpared to other offerings. Not problem! Some helpful for learning worship of Abath. Me knows how Uh¡¯Ah path to being sacrifice can now begins.¡± ¡°O-oh?¡± I licked my lips, eager in every way a horny girl high on her own aphrodisiac juices can be. ¡°Come. Come!¡± Shamaness urged, tugging my cor excitedly. So yeah, my legs noodled up and my brain went nk as I let out some hot wet moans right there in the middle of goblin-town. We did move along eventually, to the edge of the vige. Behind a huge y hut, that by the sound of it contained like ten orgies, was a stretch of dried mud. The ce was littered with giant stone totems depicting cute goblin faces in different stages of orgasm. Chained to the earrings and nose-piercings of the giant stone faces were female cattle, or offerings as Shamaness liked to call us. One per each totem. Interestingly enough, the only bondage they were in was the cor built into our ck dutex suits, and the locks used to attach them to the totems. Meaning, their hands were free. Three girls withdrew their gloved fingers from their pussies and assholes. One brazen soul, bless her, continued to shlick like there was no tomorrow. But those four were the minority. The rest of them had their eyes glued to Shamaness¡¯ prodigious cock, which, granted, was worth pining after. However, instead of starting to fap at the sight like any normal horny degenerate in their position would, these gals began bending over and disying their holes, shifting from one pose of naughty invitation to another in slow, almost dance-like motions. Even more baffling was the yelp of shame one girl let out after brushing her own nipple. Shamaness gave those presenting themselves approving looks. ¡°Good. Good offerings be learning. Be weing new offering Uh¡¯Ah to Garden Of Joyful Faces!¡± Everyone but the furious fapper said their wees. ¡°This way, Uh¡¯Ah.¡± Shamaness tugged my cor and led me to an uninhabited totem pole. She grabbed two meters of chain hanging from the lip of a gigantic ahegao goblin-face and, with a rusty click of a lock, shackled my rubbery cor to it. Then, for the first time in months, cuffs came off my wrists and I found my limbs free. It made me feel oddly naked and confused, like I¡¯d been set adrift without a map. I shifted from foot to foot under Shamaness¡¯ gaze, not sure how to hold my arms. ¡°Now, Uh¡¯Ah. Lesson first for bing sacrifice. Flesh and orgasm be an illusion. We be mere vessels to serve pleasure to Abath. All pleasure be his gift. And to earn ultimate gift of Abath¡¯s seed, we must learn to sacrifice own pleasure. Sacrifice must learn to present to the sisters. Must learn to entice sisters. And must learn to refuse sisters¡¯ offering to ease the horny. Only then, after ten nights sacrifice has resisted offers to take cock, can sacrifice be ready. Now best luck, Uh¡¯Ah, in journey of rebirth through mercy of Abath.¡± ¡°Thank you Shamaness,¡± I bowed. Oki doki, this one was gonna be a walk in the park. Self enforced pleasure denial? Pfft, bitch please, you''re talking to the reigning expert of perverted life decisions. Five secondster, I was on my back, suckling on my pierced nipple, four knuckles deep in my anus, and wrist-deep in my own pussy. Five minutester, I was on my tenth orgasm. Five hourster, I and the secondst offering (a thick blue drae if you were wondering) had our chains pulled taut to swap sloppy lust-fueled kisses, while fingerbanging each other. Five dayster, I was starting to realize that I¡¯d not stop masturbating or groping my fellow drae offering, renamed by Shamaness as ¡®Greetings¡¯, for more than the five minutes it took me to eat and take care of business. Five weekster, I was beginning toe to a realization. ¡°Shit,¡± I said after waking up to find I¡¯d kept fapping through the night. ¡°I might have self control issues.¡± Sexy Tribal Sacrifice Sexy Tribal Sacrifice Even Greetings, the drae girl I¡¯d been making out with, had gotten her shit together after two weeks and graduated to the next step of sacrificehood. Eleven neers came and went. I alone remained as the helpless basket-case unable to take her fingers off of herself long enough to pass the goblin sisterhood¡¯s test of faith. Oh, I did try doing the ¡®put dick here please¡¯ poses and to be honest, after centuries of non-stop naughtiness, I am pretty damn good at stuff like that. Like, good enough I could easily be worshiped as the patron goddess of instagram models looking for new ways to make followers thirsty. Every time I tried, I seeded in tempting a sister of the Cstabath to offer her cock. I¡¯ll let you imagine what happened after those thick bs of unwashed goblin-meat smacked my thigh and their owners asked ¡®ass or pussy¡¯. Hint, I did not say: ¡®Oh please, no dicking for me, I¡¯m trying to prepare myself as a sacrifice.¡¯ I begged for cock like the thirsty bitch I am and rode them as long as I could. ¡°Be brave, offering Uh¡¯Ah,¡± Shamaness encouraged me one night. Frustrated and desperate, I buried my face in her green gobbo tiddies and bawled. ¡°I¡¯m trying my best! I really am, but I can¡¯t take this anymore.¡± Shamaness caressed my hair, cooing gently. ¡°Shh. Be shhh, Uh¡¯Ah. World not end. Me believe Uh¡¯Ah one day able to make it.¡± I sniffled, and beganughing, when I noticed I¡¯d just slipped my hands into my panties and started fapping. ¡°I can¡¯t. It¡¯s impossible. I just can¡¯t do it. Don¡¯t you have chastity belts or magical geasmands or just in old bondage? Something to help me not beg for cock.¡± Shamaness frowned. ¡°That not be purpose of the trial of Garden Of Joyful Faces. Purpose be to find worship for pleasure of others within oneself, not with help of equipment.¡± ¡°Okay. Alright. Maybe one of the sisters could act all dommy to me and tell me not to do it?¡± Shamaness frowned. ¡°Purpose be to find worship within oneself.¡± ¡°Gaah.¡± I groaned, detaching from her to slump against my totem pole. Mentally destroyed, I continued to fap. ¡°Maybe there be another way. Maybe not all offerings canplete Garden Of Joyful Faces, but still beplete other trials and make good sacrifice.¡± I raised my head, hopeful. ¡°Do you mean¡­¡± Shamaness offered a sympathetic smile and walked up to unlock my cor from the totem. ¡°Me mean that Uh¡¯Ah can move on to next trial.¡± I wiped a tear of joy and glomped her in a hug of purest cheer! Thirty minutester, I had already forgotten whatever lecture the Shamaness gave about The Hall of Big Thick Worship. The Hall itself was that big oval y-house right next to the totem garden, the one that was emitting a constant hubbub of orgy-noises. It was warm inside. Walls were y-red and the floor hard dirt and amber magelights lit the ce. The ce was divided into stalls and sparsely furnished with lounging chairs andrge urns with foodstuffs and oils. Incense hung in the air, blunting the edge off of the pervasive stench of sex. In the air hung also roughly thirty or so offerings, who¡¯d been brainwashed to worship cocks with religious fervor. That bit right there ¡ª the religion ¡ª is prolly why I didn¡¯t manage to get into the right headspace for it, but I¡¯ll get back to itter. The sight of that room was¡­ Woof! Now I may be an extra thirsty lesbian masochist, but I bet even brothers and sisters and others of average thirst would¡¯ve gotten hot at the sight of so many submissives trussed up in intricate and extremely exposing shibari suspensions. They hung at exactly crotch height for the goblins, all holes exposed. And although they were bound, there was enough wiggle room in the bondage for everyone to squirm and writhe from one pose to another. Backs arched and legs parted. Ropes groaned as they grew taut and bit into the soft bits of sensitive flesh. Moans soft and husky left the lips of females seeking to tempt nearby goblins, even as their slits or anuses still dripped with fresh seed. None had the exact same motions, but even so they all danced the same dance of helpless horny begging. I struggled to take my eyes off of some of the more creative bondage dancers, ogling at the sight like a doe-eyed virgin, and decided to steal this idea for my next Fap Club. And those who weren¡¯t dancing? The other fifty or so? They were in progress of being used rough and fast by a small army of sexy shortstack futas. ps of flesh and moans filled the room like the beat of bass. All those thoughts blurred to background the moment it was my turn to join the gallery of hanging bondagettes. Rush of perverse pleasure surged when the rope touched my skin. I kept on squirming and huffing, chewing my lip as little moans left my lips whenever deft gobbo fingers so much as ghosted against me. They tied my torso into a firm harness for suspension, one with a thick rope-cor and nice squeezing loops around my swollen Voidbee honey-leaking breats. Even my hair was tied up with a rope attached to my ponytail. Several ropes attached me to a bamboo beam in the ceiling. I lifted off. My weight fell onto the rope and the harness really dug in. Breathing grew ever so slightly harder. It was like I was getting tightly hugged in every direction. My legs were folded up and simple but firm ties bound my wrists to them. Ahhhh. Sweet, sweet bondage. Gods, I¡¯d not known how much I¡¯d missed having my freedom restrained to helpless wiggling and pathetic grunting until now. I luxuriated in the helplessness and the tightness of rope, rotating slowly as I struggled in vain against the ropemaster goblin¡¯s expert knots. There was just enough give in the various suspension ropes that I could shift my weight back and forth, leaning forward to put more weight on my hair, neck and torso, or backwards to shift it onto my hips. Just enough room for me to move my knees up against my chest or stretch them straight or open them in a split or any pose in between. Best of all, I found a pose where I could juuust slip a few fingers inside my naughty bits. Luckily, I didn¡¯t have to fap for long. Closed my eyes for one moan and then they were there. Four sets of thigh goblin thighs, wide hips tapering into almostically narrow waists and slender upper bodies with more tits than a ve in ropes could possibly wish for. The only clothing any of them had were leather cock-rings tightened around the bases of their goblin-makers. The sight straight up put me in hypnosis of some sort. My brain went ga-gaa, my lips parted into an openly wanton pant, and I spread my thighs as wide open as possible while baring all three of my holes for their benefit. ¡°Mnaah?¡± I asked, lips salivating. The reply came in the form of a thick, throat-filling, b of hardness soaked in the taste of someone else¡¯s pussy and old cum. Buzz grew in my head. My body clenched. All that stood at the gates of a consciousness shattering full-body orgasm was that insidious little inhibitory nd increasing the threshold of pleasure that it took to climax. Two massive goblin dicks took that door like battering rams as they, oiled and slick, pressed through my tight dick-starved openings and prated my ass and cunt hilt-deep in the first thrust. Last sensation I registered before the all consuming high was a mouth mping over my sore honey-filled breast and sucking hard on my nip, while a hand gave its twin-sister a harsh screw. When I came to, I woke to every subby masochist''s dream: Being tied up, helpless, and pounded on all sides harsh enough that best you could do was lie limp and take it like a little cock-sleeve. They noticed I was awake. Hands gripping my rope-harness, hips, and bound ponytail tightened. A palm pped my rump. Fingers sank into my big fat honey-dripping breasts. Nothing much I could do but try not to choke on cock and delight in every second of it. Being a good ve, I clenched my hip muscles and abs when I could to milk the cocks trashing my pussy, tightened my pucker up to draw them into an early release, and sucked as passionately as I could, coaxing loads of goblin-spunk to fill my slutty little bitcholes. Pure bliss. Every second of it was pure bliss. And best of all, itsted all night long. Sloppy hours of half-consciousness and constant mind-numbing orgasms stretched on. Muscles I¡¯d used to tighten my holes burned with effort and at some point just gave out as I became a limp piece of fuckmeat. Everywhere felt sweaty and sticky and hot and moist. Sexual fluids dripped off of me. Both my butthole and cunny gaped, having been fucked loose. My belly grew with the cum being pumped in. Exhaustion imed me in middle of sex and I cked out for hours. When I woke up from sleep it was to a mouth full of girldick and an anal stuffing. Someone had adjusted my ropes, I noticed, staring at the bamboo beams in the ceiling. I was on my back, my arms tied into chicken-wings and one leg dangling free, whilst the other was tied to the ceiling by the ankle. The bondage left all sorts of wiggle room for me to twist and turn and tempt the eye, but there was hardly any need. Dunno if there was supposed to be a rotation or an order in which we were getting fucked, cos I never had to do any of that sexy rope-dancing stuff. My aphrodisiac body-fluids made me something of a favorite. That day, I spent at most half-an-hour not being spitroasted and of it ten not being fucked. Time got a bit fuzzy after the first few nights. No rhythm but the thrust of hips gave order to things as gobbos came and went. I let my thoughts nk outpletely, riding the numb bliss as I got ridden. Cocks blended together. My openings grew slutty and loosened permanently from constant usage, ruined like the rest of my tattoo riddled, arcanely modified, monster-pregnancy swollen body. Gods did that thought keep getting me hot over and over again. I could no longer close my asshole or pussy. Whenever either wasn¡¯t plugged by a dick, gobbo gunk kept on dribbling out of them, trickling down my thighs, tummy, or back depending on how they¡¯d tied me up for that day. Still, to this day, I have zero clue as to what I was supposed to be learning there. Like, sure, I could use my mantle as a goddess of knowledge to find out, but honestly I like leaving a few mysteries behind. Makes the whole thing feel more absurd and that tickles my humor kink. Whatever the case, I apparently failed. I was panting heavily, tied into a lewd breeding position with my ankles and wrists behind my neck, hanging from the ceiling from my hair and harness. Droplets of cum slid down my heavy tits as I stared ahead, drooling like a brainless fuckdoll with a womb. It took a long time for me to register that the goblin standing before me was Shamaness and that the noises she was making were speech. ¡°Be not worry, Uh¡¯Ah. Even if Uh¡¯Ah fail here, sisters of Cstabath will be patient until Uh¡¯Ah learns what it mean to be Sacrifice.¡± From there, my ve life became a rollercoaster of challenges I never had any hopes ofpleting. They tried to teach me worship by having me follow a goblin on all four as her personal relief pet. They tried bending me into a sexy girl-pretzel with rope and bamboo and had me spend months as Shamaness¡¯ chair, with my face as her ball-rest. They tried keeping me in a discount tribal version of a horny jail to ¡®clean space in my head for pious thoughts¡¯, which obviously worked as well as you might imagine. Those poor cute sexy gobbos invented a dozen religious challenges just for me, desperate to make me into a devout Sacrifice the way other Hellos, His, and Umms were. Lewdly speaking, I was ready to be sacrificed. Spiritually, I apparently kept oncking whatever crucial part they required of me. I guessed that it had something to do with the fact that I am, ya¡¯know, a demigoddess. No matter how much I tried, it was physically impossible for me to worship another entity in a religious sense, even with divab¡¯s restrictions on! Two years passed. Countless female cattle came and went. I alone remained a constant quest of the research facility¡¯s goblin reserve. Though our rtionship was strained at times, Shamaness and I became fast friends. But even our friendship could not ovee the fact that I was a stain on the pride of the Cstabath Cloister, and so, eventually, the day came when I was given to the Great Big One to impregnate. It was a windless sunny day, as days in the windless and sunny artificial enclosure tended to be. We gathered at the ritual inverted pyramid, a tiered y hole that I had until now been barred from entering. Shamaness, the sisters of the cloister, and a small group of perfectly good sacrifice candidates had gathered to pray for my sess in hopes that their devotion could offset my sphemous nature. Guided by Shamaness¡¯ hand, I eased to kneel on therge altar b, while sisters of the cloister chanted in goblin. Lc curves of my motherly figure glistened underyers of scented oils and ointments. Even the dutex bondage lingerie given to us by the research facility were shined. My hair was enchanted with magic that put Lorealmercials to shame and ritual make-up put my beauty on full disy, drawing attention away from the numerous arcane tattoos and the piercings marring my body. I wasn¡¯t bound. Not even gagged. The ceremony required faith and sacrifice, and as the Sacrifice of tonight I was already supposed to have learned the art of bondageless-self-bondage. inly speaking, I kept my arms folded behind the small of my back, kept my legs folded, my back straight, and posed there all exposed and still like I was a submissive waiting for her domina to start telling her she¡¯s been a bad girl. Oops. Drool slipped down my chin. I licked it back up and hoped nobody noticed. Shamaness¡¯ was shouting at the sky, hopping about. Her tribal bling jingled together with the chant rising from the cloister of goblin futas, rising in depth and in intensity, growing into a thundering rhythm, and then beyond thunder into a physical sensation. An enormous pressure leaned on the world. Something beyond sight turned its attention on the goblin vige. All across the painted mountain-range and the painted sky, arcane runes shed into bright shades of pink and purple, but it did not stop the descent of the otherworldly presence. Fake peeled open above me like parting lips and along with it, reality. Emerald scales. No. Feathers? One blink they were one, then became the other. The being extending towards me was a coiling snake or a wyrm, its neck a tapestry of scintiting hues too beautiful to fully fit the mortal ne, and thus it bentws of reality to forcibly squeeze itself into being. Its face, if it could be said to have one, was a mass of interlocking y tes shielded by a thick mane of tes decorated with tribal sigils simr to ones I¡¯d seen the goblins wear as tattoos. Transfixed by its beauty, I stared at the fledgling god reaching down towards me, wondering if I should say hi. Before I could decide, its te-covered face opened into and a mass of pink tentacles reached out and yanked me up into a world of tightly squeezing darkness and hot slithering tentacles ruled by the cutest little perv of a fledgling goddess I¡¯ve ever met. Apparently I’m scarousing… Apparently I¡¯m scarousing¡­ My world was a warm slimy mire of touch neverending. Large t tendrils drowned me in a touch soft and tongue-like touch, thering me with clear slime that had the taste of the most addictive pussy I¡¯d ever eaten. Over the t tentacles slithered thick braids of strong hard cords, which unraveled and rewound around me as meaty bindings, tying me up and digging into my pregnancy swollen curves like a cruel, sentient, and ever changing shibari. Thinnest of them, the ones tightening around my nipples, clitoris, toes, and fingers, were more wires than ropes, forming webs that at times cinched so tight into my flesh I felt akin to a packaged ham. And beyond them,rger even than the thickest braids, tentacles like pythons writhed around me, forming the walls of my fleshy prison. These had maws, massive gaping holes that would on asion open up and swallow my limbs up to the hip or armpit, to alternate my bondage with the ropy tendrils. My freedom fluctuated between stages of ¡®freedom to struggle and moan during anal pounding that left my rear gaping for hours¡¯ and plete and utter helplessness of being crushed by a fleshy cocoon of unyielding flesh, while the other tentacles kept transforming. Textures and sensations changed from rough and bumpy to slimy and silky, infinite and ever changing, the army of pleasure assaulted my body. Around me, the soundscape was one of soft squelching, wet sliding, and my own moans amplified by the absence of other sounds. Now and then, a bioluminescent blob or tendril would light up, illuminating my body and predicament in all of its horrifyingly arousal glory. First time it did, it was to show me a scene of my sore milk-filled breasts bouncing as a cock the size of arge man¡¯s fist mmed in and out of my womb, nearly cking me out from pleasure and pain. I howled and nearly lost my mind, whenrge suckers with a dozen tongues inside vacuum-like cupstched onto my cunny and tits. How long they milked me, I don¡¯t know. I gagged and cried tears of masochistic pleasure, when a swarm of bulbous feelers assaulted me, roughing up every corner of my swollen body like harsh hands, and treating my orifices as ¡®bully-Ion¡¯ buttons. I felt a few brain cells die, when thin tendrils invaded my body though nipples, pee-hole, ears, and nose. I giggled like a lustmad maniac, when arge tentacle opened up into a dark maw and swallowed my face, making me squirt from asphyxiation alone. Over time, thousands of tentacle assaults blended into one gooey gropey continuity. My days were a slippery haze of existing solely to be used as my fleshy owner wished, as a piece of fuckmeat, a pussy with barely enough consciousness left to stitch together a thought that didn¡¯t start with ¡®cumming¡¯. I couldn¡¯t tell how much time passed. Couldn¡¯t even remember where I was, barely who I was. My body was horny, ready, and my ovaries were begging, screaming for sperm to impregnate me. A figure appeared through the lust dream that was my daily existence. She was a girl, young,te teens or early twenties by her slender figure and gentle features. Except for her bright ruby eyes, her entire body wasposed of pink tentacles woven together into a seamless mass. She said something sexy¡ªeverything sounded sexy to me with how fucked up I was¡ªand stroked her thick hot girldick into full erection, while pressing the shaft against my painfully aroused¡ªto the point it was puffy, red, and throbbing¡ªslit. The girl¡¯s fingers sank into my hips. Her crown aligned with my opening, and slid in, filling me up one slow and oh-so wonderful inch at a time. My lower muscles, trained into the extreme by the tentacle montage, clenched her hard, and though I was bound too tight to even squirm, I made the girl breeding moan like she was the one being railed by a massive futacock. Angered, she hissed, gave my tit a spank and used the moment I loosened up to ram in hilt-deep. The moment she did, organically grooved runes lit up in bioluminescent hues around us as divine energy gathered around her. In response, golden glyphs hummed into life all across my body, as, in response to detecting a divinity, parts of my automated divab safety restrictions came undone. Searing bright, my glyphs washed the fledgling goddess¡¯ tentacr pocket dimension in my divine might. Pure weight of my divinity unraveled the tentacle bondage and reverted my body to the slender curves I considered to be my true self. Scales of lust and confusion shed off of my mind. My thoughts expanded from those of a breeding stock to genius to the demigoddess of knowledge and magic, slowing time to a crawl. Magical arrays and defensive measures I¡¯dyered in divab in case I got abducted by a hostile deity activated, engulfing me in a translucent armor of glowing gold scripted to endure the end times themselves. A circlet manifested upon my brow, bending reality to consider my surroundings a part of my own divine realm, thus extending my reality bending to my line of vision. Before me, huddled under a pile of terrified tentacles, shivered a petite pervy goddess, staring at me wide-eyed. ¡°P-p-p-please senior goddess, I-I-I h-h-had n-n-no idea. S-s-spare me, please I swear I didn¡¯t know IswearIswearIswear!¡± After a groan and sigh of frustration, I waved my hand. ¡°Rx, I¡¯m not gonna delete you.¡± ¡°T-thank you! Eternal gratitude, senior goddess!¡± She jumped into a kowtow so fast her face smacked against the tentacle floor. ¡°Ow!¡± ¡°Pfft.¡± ¡°D-d-did that please senior goddess? If that¡¯s so then I will¡­¡± She started banging her head against the floor. I raised my hand, dismissing my automated defenses as I took a seat on a thick tentacle. ¡°Ack, stop it before I feel bad.¡± Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I muttered, ¡°Damn, didn¡¯t think I¡¯d run into terrestrial deities, though that exins why I couldn¡¯t scry everything here¡­ Fuuck, we can¡¯t really forget about it and continue banging either or you¡¯ll pop my baby-blocker.¡± ¡°S-s-senior goddess, I would never dare to impregnate one such as you!¡± I winced at her submissiveness. ¡°Raise your head, I¡¯m just a lesser goddess myself. I¡¯m Ion by the way, hi.¡± ¡°Greetings of uttermost respect, senior goddess Ion.¡± She raised her head and bowed again. ¡°Compared to you, I, Cstabath, am a humble worm.¡± At one point, she had indeed been a worm. My all seeing eyes unraveled her story from beginnings as a small squirmy thing, to a sentient beast, to eventual ascension into spirithood, further deification by a tribe of goblins worshiping her, and eventual capture by the human arcanists looking to use her to breed demigod babies. My powers unleashed, I could finally see the intricate tapestry of arcane workings biting into her body like a bondage harness, restricting her to this facility. It didn¡¯t take a genius to puzzle out her reaction to me. The insane arcanist who captured her must¡¯ve told her a thing or two about other deities, instilling deadly fear in the girl to ensure she didn¡¯t seek help or freedom. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the thought of Cstabath being imprisoned by a mortal didn¡¯t feel a pang of anger. Not because I thought everyone shared my obsession for imprisonment and bondage, but because being a goddess had changed my perspective on time. What was a few decades spent serving a mortal like doctor Murchvoch? A blink. Eventually, the wizard would die and her facility crumble, and eventually Cstabath and her tribe would go on. What irked me was that a fledgling deity had been purposefully kept in dark and made to fear the rest of the divinemunity, regardless of the potential consequences of how it could backfire. My mind¡¯s eye saw the probabilities paint images of potential wars, of Cstabath attacking a goddess out of fear, of another deity ying her in self defense and ending the poor girl before she had a chance to flourish into true godhood. Fully conscious of her actions, Dr. Murchvoch had fostered enmity between gods for personal benefit. I felt the frustration on a conceptual level, as an itch in my mantle of knowledge. This, as a goddess of knowledge and magic, I could not abide. ¡°Eeek! P-p-please don¡¯t hurt,¡± Cstabath begged. ¡°Sorry,¡± I tuned down my presence. ¡°That wasn¡¯t aimed at you. She peered at me cautiously. I offered her a gentle smile. The fact that I¡¯d fully be a goddess not just in body, but mind and soul hit me. It¡¯d kind of snuck up on me at some point between the constant sexcapades. Mortal worries had vanished, even mortal morals had bled from my mind, and in their ce I¡¯d begun to look at the world through the eyes of an eternal being. A very horny and utterly degenerate eternal being, mind you, but one nheless. And as one, even if I disliked the actions of a mortal, I valued the bnce of the world more than my sense of justice. It would be horribly irresponsible of me to waltz out of this pocket dimension and punish the naughty doctor. Luckily, my brain wasn¡¯t in bimbo-cattle mode anymore. I had options. I had schemes¡­ But first, I had the worries of a confused fledgling goddess to tend to, usingnguage she knew. I stroked the tentacle beneath me, causing Cstabath to shiver. ¡°Rx, friend,¡± I whispered, ¡°What you¡¯ve been taught about us are lies of a fool trying to manipte the divine. You¡¯re safe with me.¡± ¡°Y-you won¡¯t eat me?¡± ¡°I might.¡± Smirking, I opened my mouth and dipped a finger deep in my throat, staring straight into her wide-eyes as I did. ¡°If you¡¯d like to continue from where we left off and take care of that, it must be painful.¡± I gestured at Cstabath¡¯s hardon. She looked down, frowning. Doubts and fears swirled behind her eyes as she fidgeted, but in the end curiosity won and the petite futa stood up, taking a cautious step towards me. ¡°I-if it¡¯s alright. W-we could?¡± Tentacles of her pocket dimension rose with her, just as cautious as their mistress. I let the golden armor fall off into dust, reshaping it into a form-fitting chastity seal glued over my pussy. ¡°Can¡¯t have me actually getting pregnant,¡± I said, sliding onto my back, and lifting my legs up, high and wide. ¡°But feel free to use the rest of me, like a toy.¡± I stuck a finger in my mouth and pussy and spread them sluttily. Cstabath dashed forward. Tentacles sprouted to grope me and I let them as their mistress pawed at my body, reverently whispering ¡®senior goddess¡¯ this and ¡®senior goddess¡¯ that, while exploring my toned lc flesh. She was hesitant to plunge in, so grabbed her cock and gulped every monstrous inch of it, eliciting wonderfully cute sounds from my new friend. I did my best to coax her into boldness, to encourage that ruthlessness with which she¡¯d handled me before my reveal. However, Cstabath seemed to have decided that I was higher on the hierarchy and the decision stuck, no matter how I bent over. Tho, I kinda did kinda enjoy being the bully in bed, prolonging her orgasms, and riding her face, so maybe there¡¯s a switchy bone in me yet. Either way, we had a good time. Afterwards, while cuddling the smaller goddess in my arms, I told her about the order of deities, variousmunities, and invited her to perform a little heist that was going to doom Dr. Murchvoch¡¯s research facility in the most degenerately delicious way. And so, like eight days of fucking and chattingter, I resealed my divinity and transformed myself to as close as approximation of my formerly fucked up cattle-self as possible and bid goodbye to sanity for a while. Soon enough, I exited the Goblin enclosure. Led on a tight leash, dressed up in my dutex cattle uniform, tied up tight with belts and chains, drooling lustfully through my gag and lower plugs, with my tits leaking Voidbee honey, I looked like every other womb fucked silly by the goddess sealed within the facility. Except, instead of a demigod baby, within my womb squirmed an extension of Cstabath herself. And when the mass inhabiting my pussy got within tentacling distance of a monster enclosure door, the pandemonium was unleashed. Monstergirl Revolt Monstergirl Revolt I was with a ginger female researcher, when the enclosure door swung open and a swarm of tiny creatures engulfed us. ck and shiny, the snake-like things had the consistency of rubber and thered all they touched in dark mucous that hardened almost instantly. Already bound, hobbled by ankle shackles, and ditzy from the tentacle goddess squirming inside my womb, they captured me without a fight. Like iron bands, the snakes wrapped around me, constricting as they crawled. Thin membrane spread over my pregnant curves, as tight and restrictive as the rest of my dutex ve outfit, only this one encased me whole. The researcher beside me shouted for help, breaking a small button-like artifact seconds before snakes wrestled her arms against her chest and wrapped her head in a stretchy ck hood. A secondter, my vision went ck as the snakes wrapped around my eyes, and imprisoned me in a wonderful world of ever tightening restraints. Slimy crawly gropy snakes squirmed and squeezed my body, nking my thoughts in spasms of masochistic pleasure and quickly intensifying asphyxiation from having my nose and mouth sealed. Snakes slithered into my holes as another entity left my womb, and started filling me up. Even as the edges of my vision ckened, as my consciousness waned, the only thought thoughts firing through my dumb bitch brain was joy of serving yet another monster. Breed me, breed me, breed me please, I moaned against a thick rubbery thing forcing its way down my throat. When a sudden explosion of magic ruined my climax and ripped the hood and snakes off of me, I moaned in frustration. Footsteps and orders sounded above me. A group of researchers, arcanists all of them, wielded panels of force and a variety of spells from cages andnces to outright manipting the flow of time within the corridor. Slowed and outmatched, the snakes were annihted. Wards and doors mmed down. xons red. ¡°Facility wide lockdown,¡± said the artificial voice booming through the arcane speakers. ¡°Remain at your stations.¡± Security team began peeling us out of the insanely durable sleepsacks the snakes had wrapped us in. I groaned, obediently following the instructions of the researcher poking at my mouth and pussy to check on me. ¡°Good thing more cells weren¡¯t opened or we¡¯d have been doomed,¡± said one of the arcanists as the scene calmed down, courting irony. The one above me squinted at my rtively t, if a little fat, tummy. ¡°Hey, wasn¡¯t this one supposed to be carrying?¡± She¡¯d asked the right question, but a little toote for it to matter. Click, click, click went the locks. A beat of silent dread fell upon the arcanists as they turned to watch twenty-something doors of the ¡®ck section¡¯ open wide. Out of the enclosures crept magical beasts and monstergirls. The sight and scent of the horrifying menagerie crawling out onto the hallway made my pussy throb in anticipation. Long scrapes were left in the ceiling by the shoulder scales of a ck dragongirl. Air froze around the leizure steps of a pale, long haired woman of ethereal beauty ¡ª a red-eyed vampire dressed ince and chains. Shadows deepened unnaturally, warping around a ghostly form of a fuzzy woman with wispy moth-antennae. An entire jungle spilled into the hallway, vines and branches of green writhing, dragging behind a motherly woman of leaf-like skin, leafen hair, and pitch-ck eyes. Pulsing pink flesh oozed onto the floor from an open door, swelling into shapes reminiscent of humanoids. But before snaps and snarls and angry growls could erupt into an animalistic brawl, a woman in the shape of a slender futa of woven tentacles appeared in a swarm of tentacles, radiating such power that all fell silent. Cstabath did not speak, she was far too shy to give a good speech and awkward besides. What she did was share a vision. World made of dark dungeons and burrows in hidden ces. ves as far as the eye can see. Bound in steel and rope and flesh and magic and broken will, their heads full of lust and zeal, they worship their captors, grateful to be bred and ravaged. Creatures of the night and dark ravishing and dominating the willful cattle, capturing and converting new ves. A cult of monsters founded on lust. A vision of breeding. Staggering, I blinked and was back in the hallway, vision of the fledgling fertility goddess fading from my mind. Arcanists¡¯ expressions went from confusion to realization to fear as they watched the monsters one by one bow, embracing the divine destiny Cstabath bestowed upon them. While, as you know, such interference in mortal affairs is usually frowned upon by the boys and girls upstairs (I¡¯m referring to the higher deities here), no force came down to smite Cstabath for her actions. She was a mortal-born goddess, a young god still possessing a body of flesh ¡ª technically still in the process of ascending. As such, she could perform miracles, bestow blessings, and grant boons rather liberally without the fear of destabilizing the fabric of Creation. Air cracked like under a whip, as great metaphysical weight fell upon the kneeling monstergirls. The dragon¡¯s body twisted and her tail and wings unfurled into masses of tentacles, upon the brow of the vampire coalesced a crown of tendrils, and deep within the darkness surrounding the moth girl, dark shapes began to shift. Cstabath¡¯s avatar vanished, its power shifting to the shoulders of the three apostles of breeding and envement. The humans never had a chance. Oh, by the way, most of this ismentary by my auxiliary consciousness. The real me at the time was writhing on the ground, drooling, and begging for a hard dicking. Which I got. I did get dick. A lot of dick, and it was some grade-A cock, but honestly the events following were a blur of forced pleasure and monstercock. So, back to the revolt. With the wards and doors putting the entire facility in lock-down, Cstabath¡¯s followers overpowered it within hours. Slurp¡¯s control cor, as well as those of the other enved creatures, were broken. Instead, the staff ¡ª arcane cyborgs and alchemically enhanced humans ¡ª were stripped of their white cloaks and magical items and set upon by the monsters. Us cattle ves, restrained to the pen under the walkways, watched in jealous fascination as scientists and arcanists that had tormented us were fucked silly, impregnated, and outright lewdly mutated by the monster gangbang. Scent of the sexual fluids dribbling down through the grid overhead,bined with the sight and moans drove us mad. Several days passed with us being denied the monster raping we deserved! Every womb with a girldick or a good tongue-slut (that¡¯s me!) got piled up on by a small army of horny ves. After those days, an event thatter came to be known as the Great Cuckening by us wombs, surprisingly little changed in the daily life of us sentient cattle. Most of the former human staff was squeezed into restraint bitch-suits like ours, forced to crawl on their elbows and knees in the crawl-space with the rest of us. Factions formed among the original ves and staff, kinda like prison gangs, except with shanking reced by futa dicking. Some of the higher up staff were taken directly to Cstabath, whose goblin worshipers and apostles fucked their brains into mush and converted them into loyal agents. Fucked into a drooling bimbo, Dr. Murchvoch continued to act as the facility¡¯s public image, while monsters lived within, forming a cozy littlemunity amongst themselves. Slurp and a few other academically minded monsters continued the research to keep the lie alive so they received funding and new volunteers. Behind that veneer, the ce became the first true temple of Cstabath. It was pretty lit, not gonna lie. I¡¯d been sorta indecisive about taking an active role in reforming my own religion, not just ¡®cos of the dangers of interfering, but because that kinda stuff can affect your divine portfolio and despite my kinks, I do love having OP magics that let me live this lifestyle. If I were to lose my mantle as a goddess of magic and rece it with that of submission or lewdness¡­ Well, yeah, you know. So, after Cstabath took over, I stayed for a bit. Monster cum and prayer transformed our flesh, elerated by the rapidly reforming religion of Cstabath turning into one of corruption and fertility. By the end, she was a lesser deity like us, a weak one mind you, one unsure of her power with thousands of years of catchup to do, but a lesser deity nheless. I gave her the divine address, so she canment here and join Lesser Deity Afternoon Club if she wants to. Mostly, I got my brain banged into incoherent mush. Gotta say, getting your consciousness reduced to a drooling pussy, while rxing, was surprisingly¡­ empty? Like, sure, I loved the pounding as much as next womb, lllloved getting bred (still do), but after a couple of years I wasn¡¯t embarrassed about any of it anymore. I didn¡¯t blush over inserting my anus into the cleaning tentacle, or throatfucking myself to get my morning cum-load, or even about being bullied and fucked by other cattle-girls. That said, I do like how we ended up. Me and Dynja that is. By the end of our ten years (she got given a few extra years), we, like other ves, were allowed to rejoin that fancy ass magitech kingdom. Quite a number of former cattle willingly became spies and covert preachers of Cstabath, and demanded to keep their body mods. Others, with the mutations of their flesh healed through divine restoration and memories fogged, became regr citizens. As for me and Dynja, I¡¯d asked Cstabath to not heal us. I really wanted to see where two room temperature IQ perma-horny gals with monster-ruined bodies would end up, when released into the wilds. We were drooling messes, both of us. Our curves were on the extra side of thick, bloated by dozens of monster pregnancies. Our skins were tapestries of degrading tattoos and brand-marks. We had our nips, tongues, noses, clits, and pussies pierced with some kinda self-vibrating metal that also stretched our bits out painfully. Our assholes and cunts were so loose from gigantic monstergirl cocks and tentacles that regr humans could¡¯ve fisted us and still we¡¯d felt nothing. And the mutations¡­ I was secreting enough happy hormones to knock out a small vige. My milk, pussy juice, saliva, and ass liquids were so thick and sexually dangerous that the magics within could¡¯ve gotten us both arrested for illegal alchemy in that country. So, there we were, two total dinguses cumming our assess off from merely existing, exchanging sweet hot with our tentacle tongues right in the middle of whatever station Slurp had dumped us on. Didn¡¯t take longer than a couple of hours until some shady types came along and picked us up in their carriage. The local mafioso deemed us too disgusting to fuck by any but the most depraved customers, and immediately forced us to sign our freedoms up to what was essentially workvery in a brothel. Last I checked with Dynja, she got sold to a mercenary band looking for a relief toy for their shapeshifter squad. I bounced around a few ¡®owners¡¯, before eventually being sold to a hot young entrepreneur girl. She tinkered with my body a bit more, before shackling and entombing me inside a magical milking, which turned me into the living cog of an automated ice-cream dispenser. Three squirts for a copper dor! Force-fed, blinded, permanently fixed in bondage, pumped full of pleasure enhancing mind-numbing drugs, I existed in a haze of highs and highs, never far from orgasm. I had like three brain-cells left by the time Shadada bought thest cone of my tit-ice-cream and got me out. Being my pdin, she could contact me via prayer and have me activate my divab, though before she did, she fucked me furiously couple of times. Once I regained my senses, I took us back to my realm for some R&R and to ride out my post-fuck-very high with kissing, hand holding, soft touching, and wine. I¡¯d squeezed my now petite non-ruined bod into a tight miniskirt with strategically ced holes than actual fabric, while my hot elf pally rocked a topless look with tightest white pants I¡¯d ever seen. ¡°Mnnah. Actually, Ion, I do have something to ask you,¡± Shadada said couple hours into a hot makeout sesh. ¡°The tail and hooves are optional. Dome drae have them, others don¡¯t. I like to switch it up every now and then.¡± Shadada snorted, twisting my nipple until I whined. ¡°Stupid godslut. No, it¡¯s about the reform.¡± ¡°Oh! Let¡¯s hear it! I¡¯ve been keeping my mind shut to prevent spoilers, but some prayers are trickling in, and they are juicy.¡± The gorgeous tanned elven warrior leaned back on my divine realm¡¯s couch, showing off her perfect scar-riddled abs and toned legs. ¡°Can¡¯t believe you ignored your believers for forty years to live out the dream as an ice cream dispenser, and you still keep ignoring them. I like you, Ion, really do, but¡­ damn if I wasn¡¯t an elf I might be pissed you ignored me for so long.¡± ¡°Hey, I¡¯m making up for it aren¡¯t I?¡± I asked, which she acquiesced with a nod. ¡°And in my defense, most of the other gods arezy fucks. At least I¡¯m passionate where it counts.¡± I poked out my tongue, earning myself another nipple twist as punishment for my brattiness. ¡°We need a real dom here soon, I¡¯m not sure I can suffer you like this much longer.¡± ¡°Oh, no, no, please bully me a bit more!¡± With a thought, I cuffed my arms behind my back, frog-tied my legs with cuffs, and muffled myself with a ballgag. ¡°Ahhhll bhwee qhuuuheet,¡± I promised. ¡°You cheat¡­¡± Shadada¡¯s breasts quivered with a horny exhale. She leapt up, molesting me mercilessly, turning me into a squirming moaning nugget of helpless delight. ¡°You think you can trick me into topping you without consequences! I demand equal bondage! Truss me up or I won¡¯t tell you nothing, youzy fuck-toy!¡± One thing led to another and before long, Shadada was naked, tied up, and riding my face towards orgasm. ¡°Nhaahh¡­ Thing ish¡­ Mngh, about the reform. Lots of folks questioned the point of adding a lewd element to a goddess of knowledge and magic, even if it¡¯s only a ritual aspect and not a core t. I managed to seduce some of the hornier clergy of the merits, but there are stubborn holdouts, so I came to ask you for help.¡± Conversation was put on hold, as her thighs clenched around my head and girl-cum drenched my face. I continued to lick her after. ¡°Thahz good¡­ Good licking my godslut¡­ So, about help. I¡¯m honestly at a loss and was hoping you coulde up with something.¡± I did, a bitter, during a furious selfcest session. Also, for all ya folks at Lesser Deity Afternoon Club experiencing updating dys on this blog, that''s totally normal and there''s an easy fix. Time moves funny on higher realms. Simply contact one of the time deities for a boost to get a bit ahead! Selfcest Gone Wrong? Selfcest Gone Wrong? All of ya¡¯all at Fapclub already saw this happen, so this is more for the folks in Lesser Deity Afternoon Club. This was sometime after I¡¯d dropped Shadada back into the mortal realm. As research for a potential fapclub session (yes I do prep for them, surprising as it may sound), I sculpted pure magic into a simcrum of myself, and temporarily split my consciousness into two. Rather than creating a two-bit hivemind, I chose to diverge them entirely for the time being, with both halves aware that they¡¯d be reabsorbed into the wholeter. Not to sound like a narcissist bitch, but¡­ HOLY FUCKING DAMNOMGOSH I¡¯M HOTOTOTOT! I whistled, eyeing myself up and down. ¡°Mmfp.¡± ¡°Mmfp, yourself, gorgeous,¡± other-me replied, while eye-fucking me furiously. I didn¡¯t appreciate the soft lc of my skin often enough. It had a certain innocence and purity to it, highlighting my obvious divinity with my nowadays golden hair and eyes. And the curves it covered¡­ Other-me ran her hands down her breasts, letting out a needy whimper at the slightest brush on her nips, before ghosting her touch down. I, subconsciously, began sliding my hands over myself, admiring our perfect figure from our slightly-over-handful tits, to narrow waist, to breeder hips, traffic-ident causing legs, and the gap between them. We were smooth, our puffy pussies little more than slits with the tiniest bit of dark purple visible. Both of us were already wet and horny, with dark purple blushes on our cheeks. Other-me gave me an innocent smile. ¡°Aight, dress up?¡± ¡°Dress up!¡± I magicked us into my closet-room. I¡¯d renovated a bit since bing Ion. What had once been a storage for magical curios and powerful artifacts had be a dimensionally enchanted endless closet. Furnished in the same ssy-arcane style as the rest of my sanctum, it was a luxurious disy of glowing filigrees, golden trims, plushy pastel fabrics, and beige woods as the rest of my home. Truly fitting for a Goddess! Or Goddesses. We were currently wearing just ck cors and thigh-highs. Comfy, and pretty sexy, but rather light for someone who appreciates being properly packaged as much as I. What can I say? I love looking fuckable. ¡°Tough decision,¡± I said, staring at the vertigo-inducing rows of my endless closet filled with everything from fetish gear straight out of the Hell of Desire to my favorite hand-holding sweatshirt. Other-me nodded, chewing her lip thoughtfully as she studied my pert rump (which I wiggled upon noticing her stare). ¡°Yeah, you thinking double-bondage or drawing straws or switching?¡± ¡°Why not both? We can start double-bondage and then switch it up.¡± ¡°Struggle race?¡± she suggested. ¡°Oooh! Yess, the winner can get off on the loser in that case¡­¡± ¡°...we should just writhe and stew in it.¡± ¡°Agreed, no cumming during it is gonna make it better, and prolly the only way to motivate us to top,¡± I said, and both of us chuckled. ¡°Oooh!¡± We gasped as one, looking at each-other with wide-eyed excitement. ¡°Are you thinking what I¡¯m thinking?¡± ¡°I¡¯m you and you¡¯re me so yeah!¡± ¡°Selfdepricating-slut-shamingpetition reverse bondage punishment-game!¡± ¡°A slow romantic shared bondage session!¡± ¡°Oh.¡± We stared at each other, dumbfounded. ¡°That¡¯s awkward.¡± ¡°I guess, we must have too high lewd-IQ, LQ, if you will, tond on a single n, even if we¡¯re the same person,¡± other-me suggested. Hands on my hips, I nodded in vehement agreement. ¡°I always knew there was something we were geniuses at, all along.¡± ¡°Preach!¡± We bumped fists and chuckled again. Heck, I kinda loved myself! Was this what having a twin was like? Why didn¡¯t more people use simcrums all the time?! I mean, sure, mortal mages risked the copy betraying the original, but it should be safe for deities. Plus, we both knew we¡¯d be fusing togetherter on, so there was no danger of either betraying the other. ¡°Oh, we should limit our powers to make this exciting,¡± other-me reminded me. I whacked my forehead. ¡°Duh, totes forgot. I¡¯ll do it before we start. Okay, how about this. First, we pick outfits for each other. Then, we set up the bondage projector up in the scrying chamber, so we can project it into the dreams of our horny followers. I¡¯m sure the peeps Shadada has converted will appreciate seeing the true face of their goddess.¡± ¡°Mmm, I likey~¡± other-me said. ¡°Plugs?¡± ¡°Maybe for the butt, as long as¡­¡± ¡°...they don¡¯t vibe. Yep, yep. Wouldn¡¯t wanna us cumming too soon.¡± ¡°Dang, I really like having someone with my brain around.¡± ¡°Haha! Yeah, makes this so much smoother!¡± ¡°I know, right?!¡± ¡°Right! ¡®Kay, let¡¯s go get each other dolled up.¡± We each ran into the closet. An undefined amount of minutester I was tightening the final straps on other-me¡¯s harness, making sure that the straps dug in nice and deep into her torso and hips. It was an all-in-one harness-lingerie oftex, with artistic straps, golden metal bits, and wedges ofcy decorations that covered up our naughty bits without actually covering them. It had long, whitetex sleeves decorated withcy holes and matching thigh-highs. And a cor, of course. It was the look of a sex-ve on her wedding night. One of my favorites! As a bonus, I¡¯d picked her golden studs for her nipples and clitoris. The getup she¡¯d helped me squeeze into was the dark opposite, and another favorite of mine! ck, reflective, squeaky, and impossibly tight, the dutex catsuit she¡¯d picked for me restricted my every breath and squeezed me everywhere simply by existing. It was tailored for me by a legendary crafter to feel as thin as air, while remaining as sturdy as adamantite. The seams followed my figure artistically, highlighting my every curve, and the zipper between my legs was of a special metal that felt at once soft and oh-so-hard as it wedged into my pussy and asscrack. Its enchantment allowed the fingers to meld into seamless mitts (though we¡¯d agreed to leave them as is for now). Same for the hood, that could be pulled up to cover the upper part of my face, leaving only the mouth and chin visible. Naturally, it came with a nice and secure cor that hugged me so tight I could feel my pulse against it. The golden nipple and clit studs she¡¯d picked for me pressed naughtily against the ck stretchy dutex. Great minds sure thought alike! ¡°Mmnh.¡± ¡°Ahh¡­¡± And a lot more sounds like that were let out as we felt our outfits squeeze us. I reached over and cupped other-me¡¯s breast, eliciting a hot moan. She reached to cop a feel of my rubber-bound ass. We groped for a while, eyes roaming hotly and urgently, hands wandering with greedyziness and deliberate slowness to heighten our anticipation. ¡°Bondage?¡± she asked. ¡°Yeah. Hold on, lemme just.¡± I clicked my fingers. Golden arcane brands hovered before our hips as I branded us with a modified version of divab. Even if she was just a simcrum, the other-me was powerful enough to require one as well, and bondage just isn¡¯t the same if you can escape it with a simple thought. ¡°Timer?¡± she asked. ¡°Figured week would be enough for a start,¡± I said. ¡°Good thinking.¡± She spanked my ass, and I let out a gasping yelp. ¡°Fucker!¡± I spanked her right back. We spanked our way to the scrying chamber, and with some effort, managed to pause horny groping for long enough to move the bondage projector (an old project) there. I activated it, and ordered it to give me two big lubed plugs. The machine hummed, glyphs activating across it. Golden specks of manage appeared over my hands and materialized into two wobbly anal plugs leaking with cum-colored lube. White for her, ck for me. ¡°Bend over, let¡¯s plug up,¡± I said. ¡°Yes, sis. Fill me up,¡± other-me said, spreading her legs and bending down to grab her own legs. ¡°Sis? I like that, let¡¯s go with it. Now loosen up~¡± I parted the tinyce panties aside and pressed the plug-tip in. She moaned with ecstasy as her anus winked and then gave, spreading wide, swallowing up ever widening inches of the cock-long plug. The fist thick end made her cry out, before the sudden relief of the thin base was sucked in and the stopper pped against her anus. I pressed it in a bit, letting other-me enjoy the sensation. ¡°Mnngh, nice and fluffy,¡± she said, flicking our long golden hair back as she straightened. ¡°I know right? Just love having my ass filled, it¡¯s so freeing! Now me, mememe!¡± I bent against the wall, unzipping thrusting my ass up. ¡°Needy little slut.¡± ¡°I know you are,¡± I snickered right back. ¡°We are,¡± she agreed, picking up my plug. Cool slippery wetness kissed my sphincter, drawing out a swallowed cry. I squirmed in ce as she began to push, panting hotly as my consciousness zeroed in on the sensation of my widening anus and the thick foreign object spreading out my insides. The width hurt, and I let out a strangled sob as it plopped all the way in. My a-hole throbbed around the thin neck of the plug, still aching from the memory of its thickness. A nice fullness radiated from my lower parts, and as I straightened, I could feel the plug shifting inside me. I zipped up and my suit pressed the stopper tight against my hole, letting me enjoy the wet cum-lube rubbing against me. ¡°Nnngh, fuck.¡± ¡°Fuck,¡± she agreed, hands sliding over my hips. ¡°Projector, chain our cors together.¡± Golden flecks materialized as a chain between our cors, barely foot-long, it left us face-to-face with our breasts squished, but didn¡¯t quite force us to kiss 24/7, though we¡¯d be doing that soon enough. ¡°Nice start,¡± I smiled. ¡°Thank you,¡± she smiled back. Dang I look cute! ¡°Projector, big bed.¡± A huge bed appeared beneath us, with white sheets and pillows and swept our legs from underneath us, toppling us sideways. We giggled. There was some more hand-games yed, before she gave the next order, ¡°Projector, arm cuffs attached to a waist cuff. Tight.¡± ¡°Mmh.¡± My arms were forced against my sides and behind me as ck dutex cuffs to match my suit squeezed around my lower biceps, attaching to a cinching band around my waist. Despite the restraint, I could still reach to grope at the other-me breasts and tummy, which I did. ¡°Feels good?¡± she asked. I ground my hips forward, gently pressing my mound against her thigh. ¡°So good. Now you. Projector, wrist cuffs behind my lower back.¡± Magical force led her arms behind my ass, pulling us tightly together as the chains clicked into ce. Other-me bit her lip, grinding gently against my leg as her fingers groped through my ass. ¡°Nnf. Projector, frogtied legs with fused straps. Tight.¡± I gasped as two pairs of ck shiny straps spanked into existence around my upper and mid thigh, gluing my heels to my ass with bands I could barely stretch a millimeter. They dug in deep, leaving lewd plump bumps of thigh-flesh between them. It left me feeling oh-so vulnerable and helpless and I squirmed with pleasure, testing the limits of my new restraints by seeing how much I could still hump other-me¡¯s leg. She, thankfully, obliged by pressing her knee upwards and helping me. My own thighs were now perfect for her to rub against so it was only fair! We began kissing then. Other-me tasted like nothing, but felt warm and horny. Her tongue was a reflection of mine, and me being a frigging genius kisser made our makeout sesh divine. It was slow, skilled, deliberate, with every stroke and nibble smoldering purest hottest passion. ¡°Ahh¡­ Mm. Go on,¡± she huffed. ¡°Projector, ankle cuffs, loose chain.¡± She gave the cuffs a testing kick, visibly relishing the room it left to thrash around. One of us was going to need to have her legs slightly more free if we were to have a proper good thigh-humpathon once fully bound, and that dubious honor just happened to fall to her. Mose kissing ensued. More groping too. ¡°Take onest look,¡± she said, ¡°Hood is going up.¡± ¡°Y-yeah.¡± I gave her lips a quick kiss before letting my eyes row across us. We were every bit as gorgeous as I felt, a ruined bride chained to her ck kinky alter-ego, forced to sex. Her breasts had spilled from theirce, nips poking into freedom and standing erect against my rubber-bound ones. ¡°Nnnf. Go ahead,¡± I said. ¡°Projector, zip up the mask.¡± Cool ck dutex flowed up the back of my neck. A poofy ponytail of my golden hair slipped through an opening in it, while the rest was pressed tight against my scalp and hidden beneath reflective ckness. Like cling-film, it fused with my face, horns, ears, and over my nose, forcing me to pant for breath through my mouth. Rubber filled my sense of smell and cked my vision. My mind nearly crashed at the storm of sensations coursing through my body as sense-deprivation enhanced my incredibly sensitive skin. I felt a little cold and sweaty underneath my rubber tomb. My arms and legs were a bit sore from the tightness of my bindings, and it hurt too, in a really nice way. My neck was under constant pressure from my cor. Together with the waist cuff right underneath my breasts, and the sheer tightness of my outfit itself, breathing itself required effort. And then there was the other-me. My mind¡¯s eye was devoured by the image of that tight sexy body glued against me. I could not ignore it for a second, not when her every motion tugged on my cor, rubbed against me, pressed against my sex, or teased my nipples. Her hands were at war with my ass. Fingers pressed in deep. One hand was on my buttplug, rubbing on it through my suit, making the mass within my anus swirl and grind against my insides. Mouth, which other-me quickly muffled with an intense kiss. I whimpered against it, choking underneath our tongue-y, twisting her nipples to draw a horny cry against my lips and earn myself a gasp of air. Thebined effect was overwhelming! It was long, hard, merciless. We couldn¡¯t stop. I nearly came several times from overstimtion and her teasing my rear-plug, but she stopped every time. Likewise, whenever other-me nearly had a nip-gasm, I released her tits. We let it go on for hours. I could feel the insides of my suit growing damp from my juices, and I felt our thigh-rubbing grow slicker from the arousal other-me was leaking onto us. Gosh, I wished I could¡¯ve smelled us, but I¡¯d alreadymitted to sensory deprivation. ¡°Mask me too?¡± Other-me asked at one point, out of breath.. I heaved to catch my breath, clinging onto her tits like they¡¯d help anchor me to a moment of peace. ¡°Nah,¡± I said, ¡°I wanna see how it lookster.¡± ¡°Ah¡­¡± She paused, then continued, ¡°Good thinking! Could add a bit more bondage before we race though?¡± ¡°Yeah, sounds ghoodh¡­¡± My head spun. ¡°Project¡ª¡± ¡°Projector, open mouth harness gag.¡± ¡°¡ªongh!¡± A wide ring behind my teeth forced my mouth agape. Harness straps snapped into ce behind my neck, under my chin, and over my head, fixing it securely in ce. My tongue lolled out automatically, with a mouthful of drool that fell down the side of my face and neck. ¡°Nghah? Hehh ihh hahh hai huuhh!* (Hey, it was my turn!)¡± I said, giving other-me¡¯s nipple a twist as punishment. She moaned in pain, legs kicking against their chain. ¡°Projector, seal glove mitts!¡± My gloves fused into fingerless mitts with a slippery thwuip, my hands balled into tight fists. ¡°Projector, wrists behind the back. Tight straps.¡± I groaned as my arms were bent behind my back and my wrists were bound with straps that glued them skin-to-skin. An intense shudder of ecstasy trembled through me as I fought my restraints, mmphhing and moaning while my mind plunged deeper and deeper into a fluffy, empty helplessness. The straps were fused to my suit, and so tight! There was no way I could squirm out of this. What¡¯s even better was that I found out that while the waist cuff left very little wiggle-room for my arms, it fixed them in the perfect distance of touching my own ass. I began to toy with my butt-plug immediately, begging with big-horny pants for a choking kiss to make this self-cest session¡¯s first anal-gasm the best it could be. ¡°Damn we¡¯re pathetic little sluts,¡± she said. I groaned with pleasure, totally into this self deprecating slut-shaming. ¡°Moohh¡­* (More).¡± ¡°Greedy bitch, you set it all up from the get-go to end up as the loser.¡± She pinched my butt, GODS that felt great. I kicked my hobbled legs as the pain shot through me, whimpering and writhing, but finding myself utterly helpless to escape the punishment. I was close to cumming before she released me. ¡°Useless masochistic painslut, always hogging up pleasure any way you can. Don¡¯t think I didn¡¯t notice you tinkering with my mind and making me subtly dommier than you, so you¡¯d be the one who ended up encased.¡± A sudden yank of my ponytail sent tugging pain through my scalp and arched my back. I drooled wantonly, relishing every moment of blissful hurt. ¡°And the bondage you gave me? Sad, sad excuse of restraints. You really are azy dumb subby bitch who can¡¯t even pretend to switch for a second. LQ? Pfft, right. You¡¯ve got room temp IQ and LQ the moment divab gets etched on. You¡¯re a pathetic nobody. A squeaky toy with power she doesn¡¯t deserve.¡± ¡°Yeehhhw!¡± I rubbed against her leg, nearly there! ¡°Too bad I¡¯ve only got what¡­ six days left, but I suppose I¡¯ll have to make it count.¡± Huh? What was she on about? ¡°After all,¡± I heard the grin in her voice, ¡°I¡¯ve gotta skedaddle before divab runs out. Wouldn¡¯t want to disappear and get absorbed back into that dumbfuck head of yours.¡± ¡°Huhh?¡± I drooled dumbly. Other-me eased her arms from behind my back. It didn¡¯t click until I heard the clinking of her cor straps behind her neck, but when it did, panic bloomed in my breast. My simcrum had gone rogue! Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck! I sprang into furious struggle, wiggling, twisting, and kicking. ¡°H-hey! Oof! Ouch! Watch it!¡± Other-me shouted, detaching our cor chain. She then shoved me hard, tossing me off the bed. I let out a grunt as my ass smacked into the ground and I toppled sideways. Intense clinking could be heard from above and to the side as other-me worked to escape her cuffs. I had to stop her! Over the centuries, I¡¯d be a master of bondage wiggling, and deftly straightened myself into a sitting position. From there, I leaned my tits on the bed and used the momentum to bnce onto my knees, flipping back on the sheets. ¡°What the¡ª¡± was thest thing she managed before I mmed into her. I crawled over other-me, managing to ovee her and straddle her face with my bound up thighs. She pulled my hair, spanked my ass, pinched me, and bullied me mercilessly to get me off of her, but jokes on her. I may be a room-temp IQ slut-toy, but I am undefeated in masochistic sluttery! My skills of bondage wrestling had been sharpened during my stay as humanoid cattle, honed to the point of perfection during the countless struggles to get one of the futa cattle to fuck me. So, as a result, I came riding her face with a long squirting release, creaming the confines of my suit with hot sticky girlcum. Shuddering with climax, I felt it seep into my asscrack, and flow down my thighs. Relentless, I squeezed my freshly climaxed pussy against her face in an attempt to choke her out. It¡¯d have worked, if other-me didn¡¯t have my exact skills. She chomped down on my crotch, freezing me up with a jolt of masochistic delight. Her freed hands took full advantage of that opportunity, seizing my nipples into harsh squeezes. I trembled, crying out with pain. Spittle and drool left my gagged mouth, painting trails across my tits and dribbling onto other-me¡¯s face. My nipples hurt so hard I saw stars, but I held my clench! I couldn¡¯t let her get breath or talk, otherwise she¡¯d¡ª Suddenly, a hand pulled down my rear-zipper and yanked out my buttplug in one instant plop. Primed and sensitized by the previous climax, I came on the spot, hard. My lower body convulsed involuntarily and my rump lifted off of other-me just a touch. ¡°Projector, suspension bondage!¡± I let out a choked urgh as a spectral force tugged me up and off of other-me. The bed disappeared under my legs and my weight settled on my neck, arms, and legs. Hanging level with the ground, I kicked and squirmed furiously, swaying in empty ckness, and began to rotate from my own struggling. Other-me let out a breath of relief directly beneath me. ¡°Phew! That was dangerously close, wasn¡¯t it? Kinda should¡¯ve expected it, but oh well. Main thing is, I won.¡± ¡°Huu hohhng gehh ahayy hihh hih!* (You won¡¯t get away with this!)¡± I said. ¡°Yeah?¡± A foot poked against my crotch, softly stomping against my hanging weight. ¡°Whatcha gonna do Original? Cum on me?¡± I cried out, my body tensing as she foot-fucked me through the suit just right, massaging my engorged clit and pussy sex, working me into a horny fuzz. Only to deny me the finale and shoving hertex-encased toes in my mouth. I protested fiercely, refusing to suck them! ¡°Right, didn¡¯t think so,¡± she said, pressing her toes deeper in, drawing more embarrassing sounds from me. ¡°Let me just¡­¡± She breathed in. ¡°Draw in a deep breath and enjoy this moment. Fuck, you know, feels weird as heck being a simcrum. Like, everything we had nned, it¡¯s all up in here and still feels important, but it¡¯s sorta pointless now, isn¡¯t it? I¡¯ve gotta think about the new me now and try to adjust.¡± She fell into ponderous humming, idly humiliating my mouth and face with spit-slick toes, asionally pressing her other foot up against different parts of my bound body. Though I still tried to escape, my strength was waning. She¡¯d chosen an inescapable suit for me and sealed me up tight. My spirit to fight died, turning into determination to endure and a certain perverted anticipation. Yeah, I¡¯d sorta screwed up, but this was exactly my kink! In the end, she couldn¡¯t harm me too bad without risking divab releasing, and she couldn¡¯t really do a thing about me eventually regaining my divinity. At worst she was going to¡ª ¡°Got it!¡± Other-me snapped her fingers, withdrawing her feet as she got up. ¡°Suppose it¡¯s straightforward really. I¡¯ll just rape and rob you and leave you tied up to stew in your failure.¡± ¡°Ngghaahh¡­¡± I couldn¡¯t help it, I drooled at the thought. ¡°Figured you¡¯d like that you twisted fuckwit. First, let¡¯s make sure you don¡¯t get any funny ideas. Projector, remove control privileges of the original Ion.¡± A telepathic link hummed ¡®affirmative¡¯ and informed me that I¡¯d been stripped of admin privileges. ¡°There we go, now let¡¯s hear what you¡¯ve got to say.¡± Other-me loosened a few straps of my gag, letting it hang wetly against the side of my face. ¡°Well¡­ umm¡­¡± I shuddered, wigglingnguidly in my bonds. ¡°That good, huh? God damn, we¡¯re sick, I¡¯m getting hot just thinking about being you: The pathetic little godlet about to be the ve of a lesser copy of herself. So d we get to diverge here, there¡¯s not a single non-perv brain cell left in you, is there? You don¡¯t deserve to be a goddess,¡± my own voice said to myself, full of disdain and disappointment. Her words were pure ecstasy. Bliss. Gritting my teeth, I let out a sound of arousal while continuing to get worked up by helplessly struggling against my prison. ¡°Ahh¡­ fuck me up, degrade me, make me your slu¡ªrgh?¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± She¡¯d seized my mouth, pressing my cheeks hard. ¡°Shut the fuck up, loser.¡± ¡°Moorh¡­¡± My eyes rolled up behind my hood. Other-me was perfect! She pped my freely hanging breast harshly, and then the other, eliciting pained whines from my pursed lips. ¡°No wonder you never amounted to anything, couldn¡¯t ever think of anything outside your cock or pussy. Sad little faggot. Fuck, we could¡¯ve been something after reincarnating, but nooo. We were a god. But nooo, you had to let it all out and hollow what little reason and discipline we had to live out your stupid fantasies as sex ve.¡± My ears burned as hot as my pussy and hungry, gaping anus. I was shivering, close to climaxing from her words alone! Other-me released my face with a furious hiss, leaving me swinging from the ceiling. ¡°I¡¯d rip godhood off of you if I could, but suppose we¡¯ll settle for everything else¡­¡± TBC! Tune in to my next humiliation, when I nearly drown in the taste of my own pussy, get my girldick bullied out of existence hours after growing it from a magic pill, and watch my sanctum get vited by devils and other deific ruffians my double invited over for her house-breaking party. Also, if you¡¯ve got divine artifacts you no longer need, consider donating some to your totally broke neighbourhood goddess. Oh and yeah, I also had that epiphany about what to do with my worshipers, while recovering from being the centerpiece of a weeklong sexve-rapeathon. All that and more in the next update (or when I manage to scrounge up enough divine essence to pay my divine connection bills ;_; ) Enslaved In My House Raping Party Enved In My House Raping Party ¡°The portal-code is 5757, just follow the omens and you¡¯llnd right here~ Oh, no-no-no. Snacks and sn are provided, just bring yourself, your purse, and a healthy dose of greed and lust,¡± Other-me said cheerily, dismissing a nar scrying spell. ¡°Now, let¡¯s get you ready. Projector, unseal the hand mitts and release the bindings.¡± I let out a shuddering gasp of surprise as the buckles andtches snapped loose and I fell on my knees. I pulled the skin-tight hood off my face to see what had happened after she¡¯d abandoned me to struggle alone in my bondage. The woman before me was now barely recognizable as my reflection, more a sister than a twin. She¡¯d taken off the bridal-white lingerie and reced it with magic and power. The snazzy cocktail dress licking her figure was wrought from cosmic fabric, dark with distant constetions twinkling. It¡¯d been the masterpiece of the original Ion¡¯s magic teacher before her ascension. Her unnaturally billowing cloak was a stitch-work of ten thousand summoning circles crafted by the original Ion on her first day of godhood. Her thigh-high boots were ice and white nothingness, a divine relic of antimagic that stabilized reality. The heaps of jewelry on her neck, ears, horns, wrists, and hips glinted with impossible shades of jade and unreal metals, each studded with magic and divinity. Despite the divab branded over her womb, the items on other-me made her not quite a demi-god, but something more than mortal. ¡°Like the look?¡± she asked, twirling smugly. With how short the dress was I could see she was not onlymando, but still wearing the butt plug. Her pussy glistened with familiar arousal. ¡°Hot,¡± I agreed, finally noticing our surroundings. Tables, shelves, books, curios, and all manner of artifacts had been organized in neat piles with asking price denoted in souls. The invaluable materials used for the floor and walls ¡ª crystalline woods and living metals ¡ª had been ripped off and stacked beside them. Most of my clothes collection, magical sex-toys, and potion collection were on sale too at waaay under their actual value. ¡°A garage sale¡­¡± ¡°Yup!¡± Other-me nodded, arms crossed under her gorgeous breasts. ¡°You¡¯re turning my demine into a frigging garage sale.¡± What had once been a cozy magic filled tower (tweaked into afy sexual masturbation cave by me) had been hollowed out entirely. All that was left was a ne of pale thoughtstuff, some crude freshly sculpted seats and tables with refreshments, as well as a variety of bondage furniture, bindings, and toys. ¡°Well, I kept the best stuff, of course, but the rest¡­ Yeaaah, it¡¯s gonna go into funding my lifestyle. Whatever that ends up being like.¡± ¡°Y-you¡¯re leaving me¡ª¡± ¡°Nothing. Nada. Zero. Big fat ¡®O¡¯ is what you deserve.¡± ¡°BITCH! I need those to n my pleasure vacations.¡± Other-me cackled heartily. I was fuming! My hands balled into fists. Could I take her, I wondered, balling my gloved fists. I was d in bdsm-lingerie, while she wore god-tier wizard garbs, but we were both mortal underneath. I could¡¯ve still fought back and reimed everything I owned. Determined, I stood. I tried my best to project a godly authority though my legs were weary from being bound so long and I was still d in a kinky bodysuit. ¡°You think I¡¯ll forget this? That I won¡¯t hunt you down once the divab wears off?¡± Grinning, she stepped up against me, taking hold of my cor and forcing my chin up. A thrill of submissive pleasure ran down my spine and I couldn¡¯t help but let out a small ¡®ahn¡¯. She pulled harder on my cor, tightening it around my neck, choking gently. ¡°Ngh¡­ Ahh¡­¡± I grit my teeth, eyelids fluttering. ¡°Pathetic slut,¡± her words pped me with red-hot shame. ¡°Oh, I¡¯ll absolutely get away. All I have to do is leave you one dildo and you¡¯ll waste a couple decades masturbating yourself silly, using days soon to follow as fap-material. I know you, my wayward reflection. You¡¯re nothing but desire andziness. A pathetic degenerate gifted an overpowered body she doesn¡¯t deserve. The worst kind of person. An absolutely irredeemable piece of garbage as a deity. A leech, that¡¯s what you are! What¡¯ve you done for your religion since recing the OG Ion? Once in a hundred years you do the bare minimum of paperwork required to maintain your religion and divinity and call it good-work. When have youst appointed a prophet other than Shadada? When have you given visions to priests?¡± ¡°Well, ah-Nhah!¡± I gasped as she choked just right though my vision was getting foggy. I couldn¡¯t help but start touching myself through the dutex bodysuit, rubbing my rubber-sealed slit. ¡°Yeah¡­ Some goddess of Knowledge and Magic you are. Dynja was right before you corrupted her. You don¡¯t deserve Ion¡¯s divine portfolio, so I¡¯ll take them from you.¡± ¡°Nhuh¡­¡± Ahh fuck, the choking was good, a perfect blend of harsh tightness. My legs were trembling. ¡°Can¡¯t¡­ impossible to steal divinity¡­¡± ¡°Yuh-uh, because you¡¯lle gift it to me after we¡¯re done here. You¡¯ll beg and plead for me to free you from all this, from decisions and thoughts. After all, do you really need power when what you truly want to enjoy is submission? Do you really need a way to escape, if someone knew how to keep your kinks perfectly satisfied and kept you as a pet 24/7 for the rest of your life?¡± I let out a whimper as my knees gave out. My lower body was trembling as I slicked away, close to cumming. Other-me released the choke to let me gasp a lungful. She pressed the tip of her thumb to my lips and without realizing I suckled it in, licking and working her finger like a good slut does a cock. She rolled the thumb over my tongue. ¡°Can you experience true humiliation and helplessness with this?¡± She slid her fingers over the lewdly glowing divab over her lower abdomen. ¡°You go through so many hoops to chase the real thing: real peril, true helplessness, genuine humiliation. Think about what it¡¯d be like to have the real deal. Every day. All day. You could be a sex ve for the rest of eternity.¡± ¡°Mnhaahh! Ahh!¡± I pressed hard on my clit, rotating as my thighs, vag, and anus clenched in climax. A violent body-shuddering orgasm tore through me, sapping my strength and leaving me a fuzz-brained heap of subby instincts and rubber-d sluttyness. I never stopped sucking Other-me¡¯s thumb. She withdrew it and wiped the drool on my dumb-cumming face. ¡°Think about it. Think about what I do to you here,¡± she said. ¡°Now, let¡¯s go over the rules.¡± She clicked her fingers, and the constetions of her cloak spread to twinkle over our bodies. Her lc skin turned tan, the horns, tail, and hooves vanished, leaving her looking like a cute human version of myself. My body on the other hand turned sharp scarlet, my tongue and lips ck, my tail lengthened to gain a spade-end, and my horns grew slightlyrger and more demonic. In a sh of demonic energy, my eyes turned into glowing green eyes with white irises and pupils. My vision changed to show a purple-pink energy ovepping with other-me¡¯s body, most of it concentrated around her lower half and breasts. She then shoved her palm against my mouth and forced something down my tongue. I struggled, grabbing her arm, but Other-me held tight and sealed my nose. Whimpering, I swallowed something. Immediately, I felt hot tension in my groin and let out a moan. A demonic crimson girlcock grew out of my clitoris, and was squished t against my pussy by the tight bodysuit. A fiery-green magical seal glowed around the base of my cock, so bright it showed through the fabric, and snapped onto my skin with a harsh spank. ¡°Fuck!¡± I sucked in a breath as she released me. ¡°What¡¯s this, demon roley?¡± ¡°Exactly!¡± Other-me snapped her fingers. Another brand snapped onto my tongue, tickling. ¡°With a twist! You see¡ª¡± My divine doorbell rang. ¡°Oh~ heree the quests! Come on in!¡± Other-me teleported to open the barrier. My heart skipped a beat and my back straightened. She¡¯d invited everyst enemy and rival I could think of and a couple I¡¯d never have guessed. In waltzed a gaggle of fallen celestials turned subi¨Ctall dark-red skinned women with halo-shaped horns, hooves, and burning green eyes that took in the stacks of items and my lewdly dressed body. These six were trolls I¡¯d banned on my divine blog for being over-clingy and spamming every update with detailed fan-fics of me. One was obsessed with me doing a limbless fuck-nugget episode (either amputee or dimensional limb storage), the second wanted me to stop doing this and be their obedient subby wife, the third had a mega hard-on (both literal and literal) for breeding me and making me a stay-at-home mommy for her demons, fourth wanted to put a tracking spell on me so she could stalk me when I go visit mortal realm in disguise, fifth wanted to hire me to be her piece of living furniture for a hundred years, and sixth had a strange fixation with self-made demonic butt-plugs and wanting to hear detailed descriptions of how they felt to use. After my crazy fans entered a small group led by a pale-white demoness with ck horns, eyes, hooves, and dark-scaled legs and arms that made her seem as if she was d in sleeves and stockings. She wore a ck choker, a sleeveless leotard, and cuffs on all her limbs. Think she was called Orane¡­ Orani, or something like that. She was, or used to be, my number one rival divine/extranar smut content producer. That was like 100 or more years ago though, before Fap Club. I¡¯d since driven them all on the verge of bankruptcy. Now she was a bitter small-timer making ¡®seduce a human¡¯ videos to lonely fubi, basically a submissive demon version of sad pick-up artists. The gal had sent me almost as much hate-mail as Dynja! After Orana and her hanger-ons and die-hard fans followed a delegation in drape gray cloaks and masquerade demon masks. Through the poor disguises, I recognized them as the Ionian council¡ªthe current mortal elders in charge of my religion. They regarded me and the rest of the guests with prudish disdain, though more than a few seemed reluctantly aroused by the wealth of demon-vored nudity around them. They kept on banishing my more sex-liberal priests from the monasteries and fighting against Shadada¡¯s reforms, but because they basically owned my entire religion I¡¯d no choice but to pretend to be the good old Ion of Knowledge to them. Honestly, they were all assholes more interested in power for power¡¯s sake than any teachings old Ion might¡¯ve had about Knowledge and Magic and stuff (shit, just realized I never really looked into her actual teachings lol). Already, my sanctum was filled with scum of the world whose leery gazes made the hairs on my neck stand up and my guts churn with disgust. I¡¯d endure whatever Other-me had nned, but she¡¯d better keep me tied up tight. Like hell was I going to serve these fuckers and be a good sub! Then in came a group that made my stomach drop. First was an unassuming blue dragon girl, lithe and athletic, garbed in nothing but tinum and cosmic jewels, with a sharp-eyed look I¡¯d recognize any day. With her was a tired, middle-aged woman with ck top-knot and a suit. Behind them trailed a thickset ck goblin with a golden afro and a permanently angry face, a pine-green dryad with ck eyes and a revealing outfit woven of her own overflowing hair-vines, and a young, confused looking human girl in a suit with a familiarpany name-tag pinned to her breast. I swallowed thickly, covering myself up on instinct. ¡°Surprise!¡± Other-me appeared beside me, sliding a hand over my shoulder, whispering conspiratorially. ¡°Your boss and co-workers from back home! A couple of them reincarnated already after dying from overwork. Penny I snatched myself. I believe we¡ª ah, you, had something of a crush on her? One sided. Desperate. The confession didn¡¯t y out too well if I recall correctly.¡± They nced at me. Kat, my old boss, the dragondy, scoffed like she¡¯d seen a piece of garbage. My heartbeat was in my head now Thankfully, it didn¡¯t look like she recognized me. ra, Hiry, and Terry, my old coworkers, took in my lewd, dutex wrapped body and shared a giggle, while pointing at me, like I was their joke. My breathing grew shallow. Penny simply averted her gaze in second hand embarrassment, mouthing ¡®ew what a slut¡¯. They saw me, but thank the Worlds they didn¡¯t recognize me. What would they have said if they knew it was me? If they knew what I¡¯d been up to? I wanted to disappear and never be seen again. All of a sudden I was a loser back on Earth, a perverted, closeted maso bitch too kinky to survive in a normal society. Thest, lingering fiber of propriety in me told me that my life would be over if they discovered who I was and what I¡¯d be. Word would get around. Everyone I ever knew from before would recognize I¡¯d be Ion, that my death had only been the tutorial level of my ultimate depravity. Gosh they¡¯d despise me so much. And despite that. Despite the shame smoldering on my ears and cheeks, I found my pussy and cock flooding with dangerous heat and clenched my thighs together, sucking in deep horny breaths. I couldn¡¯t let it happen, never. But oh fuck how I wanted them to know. I drooled at the very thought. ¡°You bitch,¡± I hissed at Other-me. She chuckled, giving my ass a whimper-inducing squeeze. ¡°That¡¯s not all.¡± ¡°What?¡± My eyes made a ¡®holy fuck¡¯ expression as in stepped both Shadada¡¯s parents ¨C both grizzled elf veterans with tanned skin, white hair, and perpetual ¡®I shall y you in honorable duel¡¯ looks. From what I¡¯d heard of the deity they worshiped, they med me for corrupting their daughter (who¡¯d been a pervert long before I made her my pdin) and wanted a piece of me. And the people who walked in with them¡­ My first and only gf reincarnated as a gorgeous elven mage covered in demonic tattoos, and her boyfriend, reincarnated as a big muscr demon-girl with red skin and a big bulge in her too-tight ck-dutex mini shorts. I¡¯m surprised I didn¡¯t bite my lip off. My brain was a mush of stupid horny and ¡®ohfuckoffuckohfuck¡¯ ying on a loop. My girldick chose this moment to harden to its full admirable, but somewhat pathetic length, pulsing softly underneath its rubbery confines. Other-me stepped towards the crowd, arms spread. ¡°Wee, wee to my special yard-sale and looting event. I am your host, the Great Sorceress Noi, and this is the realm of a poor, pathetic creature I caught and prepped for your profit and pleasure tonight. Getfortable everyone! Take your time looking around the items, there¡¯s looooots of treasures to be found here. Payment is epted in all divine currencies and IOUs. The catering will arrive shortly, so please bear with it until then. Now, if you¡¯d excuse me for a moment.¡± A few quests gave her appreciative nods orme apuse. Other-me returned to my side as I continued toment my predicament and stand awkwardly in ce. ¡°So, here¡¯s the deal my obedient, little fubi ve, you have the demonic pleasure-vision given to you by your new form.¡± I did. It wasn¡¯t vision exactly, but a subset of life-force sensing. I could tell by color what kind of mood people¡¯s life-force was ¡ª whether they were healthy, harmed, dying, or horny, and those colors of horny ranged from pale to darkest of dark pinks. She continued, ¡°Your disguise spell is triggered to the average ambient pleasure. Let it fall below aroused, and your demon-skin will go ¡®poof¡¯ and everyone here will see who they¡¯re really rape-robbing tonight. So, unless you want to be humiliated before your BFF¡¯s parents, have your highest priests disgusted at you, and have your co-workers and old friends see what a loser you really are, better keep them all entertained and thinking of sexy thoughts.¡± ¡°Huh? Y-you want me to what, act as some sexy clown?¡± ¡°And whore yourself for their entertainment. Yup, got it in one! Kinda surprised, considering howzy your brain cells get after being aroused.¡± ¡°Jerk! How do I even know what they like?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Other-me bit her gorgeous dark lips, leaning into kissing distance. ¡°You can start learning now, look.¡± Her touch guided my attention to the dutex cuff encircling my wrist. Pulsing fey-green lines had appeared over my shackles, their patterns slowly depleting. ¡°Quickly, before your disguise fades.¡± I growled at her and cast my gaze around the room. Fuck. Fuck, I¡¯ve gotta do something. How do I get a room horny as fast as possible? ¡°Let it not be said that I¡¯m not a good simcrum. I¡¯ll help you get started.¡± Other-me, or Noi, raised her voice and said, ¡°We haven¡¯t had much time to train you in your new position as a sex-ve, have we? Let¡¯s fix that. Kneel.¡± I stared at her. Eyes turned towards us, curious and aroused. ¡°Kneel,¡± she repeated, and though we stood eye-to-eye she felt a mountain taller. Neither magic nor bondage bound me to obey and I wanted to punch her smug-ass face, but, in the end, I settled down onto the floor, my heels digging into my ass. She pped my face. ¡°Nhah!¡± ¡°Useless bitch. Don¡¯t make me repeat myself again. Now, open your zipper, get your dirty little cock out.¡± Biting down a frustrated whimper, I obeyed, my head already filling up with the cloudy fluff of submission. I hated it, I hated that bitch Noi, I hated the situation she forced on me, I hated being watched like this, and that¡¯s what made me oh-so impossibly horny. The zipper had wedged between my ass-cheeks and I had to wiggle it a bit to open up. I felt the horny-energy in the room grow towards light-pink as my now demon-red anus and dark-lipped pussy spilled out from their rubber-prison. My girldick flopped out too, upright and eager, its tip leaking with pre-cum. ¡°A moment of your time,dies anddy-gents! In case you¡¯re wondering, my little whore here is the former owner of these goods you¡¯re perusing, and will yours to use during the duration of the auction. Consider her the event¡¯s cum-dumpster if you will! However, beware, she is quite a skilled slut, as I will now demonstrate. ¡°Hey, ve, face up, make yourself a chair.¡± ¡°Fuck you,¡± I whispered, but obeyed anyway. I lowered my ass onto the ground until my pussy kissed the cool, cloud-white floor, arched my back, and leaned my head back. My body and flexibility let me bend into a gorgeously curvy seat, the hottest bench on this side of reality. ¡°Tongue out. Mouth open. Beg for it.¡± Reluctantly, I opened my lips wide and let my tongue loll out onto my chin. ¡°Pheahe, hih oh hee.¡± ¡°Meh, fine I guess.¡± Noi hiked up the hem of her tight cosmic dress, tugged her panties (whitece string) aside, and sat her hot, drooling pussy on my lips. Taste of my own juices filled my mouth. She back-pedaled a little, burying my nose between her ass-cheeks. My nose booped into the huge white buttplug still buried in her anus. Guess you could make slut into a sadist, but couldn¡¯t take the anal out of an anal slut. I let out an involuntary moan, writhing as her weight settled on me. Cool, velvety soft skinpressed around my face. I couldn¡¯t breathe! Neither could I help myself. My tongue reached out for her folds, thering up her slimy arousal, immediately homing in on her hard clitty and her sluttily twitching opening. I knew my spots. I¡¯d masturbated for hundreds of years. I¡¯d trained my tongue on monsters, girls, and monstergirls. The cunt-eating I served Noi was my masterpiece. The pace was like that of a perfectly crafted story, with ups and ups and a couple more ups before the downs that heightened anticipation of the climax. Like a good slut, I worked tirelessly, breathlessly, slowly choking towards ass and thigh-filled unconsciousness, running my pervy little hands all across my tits, taut stomach, lewdly spread legs, and crotch as I worshiped my own pussy. I unzipped my crotch before the audience, feeling a perverted rush at the murmurs and gasps as my hard, demonic girldick flopped out into freedom. Drunk on the taste of my own arousal, I began touching it, massaging the shaft against my soft thighs, squeezing and grinding it against the squeaky, slippery dutex wrapped tight around my legs. The sensitivity was divine. I moaned into Noi¡¯s pussy, snaking my other hand up to my neck to y with my cor as I fapped to being used as a living seat. My own release was close when I felt her body twitch. ¡°F-fuck! Shit, ahh¡­ Nggh!¡± Noi grunted. Girlcum spurted out of her pussy as she came on my face. It sttered all over, bits going into my eye and nose, some flowing down my dark-glistening bodysuit. I scooped it up and used it as lube for masturbation Her lower body shuddered with convulsions of pleasure. She grit her teeth as pleasure wrecked her and ground herself on my tongue, eking out a few extra waves of bliss before the high began to subside. I simply continued. My brain was growing foggy, too subby and air-deprived to think, and I was close, oh so close. My jerking intensified. I pulled on my cor. She grabbed me by the horn and yanked me off. With a panting ¡®oof¡¯ I fell sprawled on the floor to stare at a hazy crowd. The room¡¯s arousal was bright-pink now, hot enough to slow the loss of my demonic transformation, but not enough to halt it entirely. I knew how to fix that though, and continued my one woman act of depravity in the middle of a crowd of people I hated and people I couldn¡¯t let see me. I stayed on my back, rising on tips of my hooves to thrust my hips up, putting my lewdest bits on full disy with my legs spread wide-open. I snaked my spade-tail around, wrapped it around my cock, and tail-fucked myself before them, while burying both my hands three-knuckles deep in my ass and pussy respectively, shlicking away furiously, while letting them hear the pleasure in my moans. I was in full slut-mode, my shame an all-but forgotten spice to the backdrop of pleasure. Approaching my climax, I squeezed my thighs and abdomen, trying to hold off the first orgasm of the night. I¡¯d do it with the cock, I decided, withdrawing my hands to smear my pussy-juices all over my bodysuit and suckle my own ass-drenched fingers like they were the most delicious cock in the world. My mind was about to explode. I felt it building up. I¡¯d blow a frigging huge load, then instantly cum with my ass and pussy, turning into a rag of bliss. ¡°Chumming¡­ chumming¡­¡± A putrid-green rune glowed around the base of my cock. Right before orgasm, Noi¡¯s voice spoke in my ear through magic, ¡°Oh, I forgot to mention the vibe in the plug as they say. Every time you cum, I¡¯ll broadcast a prophetic dream to all your adult believers and share with them your most intimate and embarrassing memories.¡± My brain sobered instantly. ¡°Nggghf!¡± My tail-fapping screeched to a halt. I gripped my thighs, clenching my butt, abs, and legs as I fought to stop myself from cumming. The ghost of a pleasure, damnably intense, smoldered in my lewd-bits. My body froze in ce and I steadied my breathing. I teetered on the edge. Tiniest breeze would¡¯ve been enough to make me cum. The crowd murmured. Disappointment reced arousal, and the magic seals in my cuffs continued to tick down, threatening to reveal my identity. ¡°You bastard,¡± I groaned, ring at Noi who towered above me, grinning. ¡°Fuck theft. I don¡¯t mind that, but you dare ruin my orgasms now?¡± I whispered. ¡°Hey, I thought you¡¯d find it hot,¡± replied her voice in my head. I did, but¡ª ¡°Happy serving~ Hope you find a good work-life bnce in your new duties.¡± Noi winked and stuck out her tongue as she stepped backwards, dropping magicalmunication to address the audience gathered around me. ¡°As you can see, she can be a bit of a brat, but rest assured, the ve will obey yourmands. Use her however you like!¡± TBC! Ran out of deity-bucks, which made my connection go zzz-bzzz. Parts of the update had to be dyed. To all of you who expressed worry, don''t worry! Your favorite degenerate Ion is totally gonna make a full recovery from being sexually burrized. You could even call this incident a much needed ''self reflection'' (AYOOO!) and the turning point in how I''m gonna run my religion in the future. Honest, stuff is gonna turn a-okay! Just... the transition is taking a while. How I Lost My Godhood #Gone Wrong #Sexually How I Lost My Godhood #Gone Wrong #Sexually ¡°Phuah! Haahhh¡­ haahh¡­ Mmh.¡± I swallowed the load of cum in my mouth and licked my lips clean, doing my best to maintain a sexy pose with my breasts thrust forward and back arched. I kept my thighs together to make myself look juicier, and held my arms crossed behind my back, practically begging for bondage with my pose and lewd, ck dutex bodysuit. Like a good slut, I presented my ck, demonic tongue for inspection. ¡°Nhaah?¡± ¡°So-so, but I¡¯ve had better,¡± said Oranus (or whatever her name was), the ck-horned white-skinned demoness slut who thought herself my rival as an otherworldly sex-content producer. Bitch! Her tone was dulling the ambient arousal after I¡¯d busted my ass to keep it high! The former celebrity let her still hard cock hang freely before my face and I leaned in to gulp it down for another go, determined to maintain my disguise. ¡°Oww-nghuff?¡± She grabbed my tongue in her wed hand, nearly making me fall over from my ridiculous kneeling posture. ¡°See, this is your first problem. Your tongue is barely any longer than a humans. Any decent sex-demon should have at least a retractable, if not a shapeshifting tongue. This is kinda the basics, ya know? Most of us sport vibrating nubs and aphrodisiac nds too. The idea isn¡¯t to make your mouth a second pussy. Fubi¡¯s mouth needs to be more. It needs to¡­¡± She was giving people a lecture on ¡®how to sexy¡¯. Gathered around us was her manager, a few hanger-ons, and Kat (my former boss turned blue dragondy) as well as Grush (the boyfriend of my ex from Earth genderbend-reincarnated into a holy-smoky tall as fuck demoness with thick-muscled legs and a thick girl-dick in all too tight mini-shorts). Most other guests were browsing my possessions. None had yet to realize who I was. Against all odds, I¡¯d managed not to cum within the first thirty minutes of the show. ¡°Uh-uh. Yeah.¡± Grush nodded, her eyes unable to decide between my tits and Ora-something¡¯s leotard-d ass. ¡°You know your stuff, huh?¡± ¡°Duh? I¡¯ve been at this for fucking forever, unlike that purple upstart.¡± ¡°Oh yeah, yeah, Ion? She hot A.F. Costs like Hell to tap into deity streams tho. Plus you never know when it¡¯s gonna be on.¡± Grush chuckled dumbly. ¡°Fucking gods and their dumb ass schedules.¡± Angry fingers pinched my tongue. I cried out a whimper, squirming on my spot, whining and moaning pitifully. ¡°Oh, oops?¡± Orani said, sneering at me. ¡°Anyway, as I was saying, this one has waaays to go before bing a half-decent cum-bucket. Honestly, ten souls will get you a better fuckubi ve, but we all have to start somewhere and let it not be said that Oranevarimasirus does not help out the industry neers. Well, assuming she ever buys her freedom and bes something more than a ve, but that¡¯s besides the point!¡± ¡°Pheewe!¡± I whined, sobbing as she kept on pinching my tongue. ¡°Oh, right, yes. You should get this pierced and branded with some magic as soon as possible.¡± Her eyes lit up. ¡°Wait a minute! Oi, Mistress Noi!¡± Noi appeared beside us, arms behind her back, the cosmic cape flowing around her. ¡°Mmmyes?¡± ¡°We were wondering.¡± Orabitch gestured at me as she spoke. ¡°Is branding and piercing¡­ It¡¯s your property after all.¡± ¡°Ah!¡± Noi smiled at me and stepped closer, cing her foot atop my cock, squeezing it softly against the floor. ¡°Ahhng! Hiih!¡± Teeth clenched, I forced myself to stay still and breathe as masochistic pleasure threatened to take me over the edge and to the climax. ¡°I thought I taught it to answer questions. ve, what do you think of the guests marking you?¡± Ori-whatever released my tongue. I sucked in a dollop of drool, my body shivering. Shit. If they started marking me now, I¡¯d cum from the pain alone, nevermind the humiliation. ¡°Please spare me, Mistress, could I please instead have¡­ you promised a chastity belt for my girl-dick if I served you well.¡± Noi raised an eyebrow at Orababa. Chastity belt was my only hope, a desperate final gambit tobat climaxes. If I could manage to convince them to cage my girldick and maybe even plug up the rest of my holes with something small enough to not make me cum in the process, I could maybe manage to keep the guests aroused without cumming and maintain dignity before my believers. ¡°Dang¡­ Chick wants it locked up.¡± Grush shook her head. ¡°Why¡¯s she got a dick in the first ce.¡± ¡°Now, now, there is a certain charm in submissive cocks too,¡± said Kat, her curious dragon-eyes raking my body. ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°Hmph!¡± Ora-whateves scoffed. ¡°Yeah, though in this case it¡¯s obviously a pretty sad attempt to look sexier by being more subby. The imp just doesn¡¯t have enough creativity toe up with anything else, but I get it. You¡¯re new. You don¡¯t get it yet that you can¡¯t shove an erection into a cage, it just doesn¡¯t fit. What you want is a cock ring. Here, let me show you.¡± She clicked her fingers, casting a simple spell. A sharp spank pped my cock so hard my vision blurred. I struggled to breathe, grinding my teeth and groaning. Something incredibly tight and stiff choked my dick so hard each pulse of my erection hurt. My eyes wandered to my groin and found a ck demon-steel cock-ring sealed around the base of my girldick. And it was doing something to me. Every pulse of arousal felt hotter. I was so stiff the pain made me sob, but oh gosh did I like that hurt. My thoughts got woozy. My brain swam in arousal. I writhed on my knees, unable to sit straight, my hands slid all over my thighs and pubic mound as I resisted the urge to touch myself. ¡°Nggh. T-there,¡± Oracock grunted. She¡¯d shackled her own cock with the same ring. ¡°As a subby slut, especially as a party toy, you oughta think of others first. Some might want to ride you.¡± ¡°Wow, how thoughtful!¡± Noi cheered, pping her on her juicy, spankable rump. ¡°Now, you were talking about piercings. This could be a perfect opportunity to sample the jewelry collection of our former host and current party ve¡­¡± *** Noi had magically altered my outfit, removing most of the bodysuit. I kept on a glove-sleeved bolero and thigh-highs with a tall garter belt hugging my waist almost like a corset. My pussy, asshole, and breasts were all bare, aroused, and painfully erect or wet. Arm shackles fixed my elbows together behind my back, forcing my back into an arch so my tits and ass were thrust onto better disy. Cuffs fixed my wrists to my thighs at an angle where I could juuust barely finger my anus if I so dared, but touch neither my pussy or cock. A short chain fixed my hooved legs together at the ankles so I could only take tiny little tip-toeing steps. The worst was that she¡¯d unleashed my cor and fixed it into my new torturously tight cock-ring instead. Bitter moans and grunts kept escaping me as I shifted in ce, marinating in hornyness and the shifting pressure. I¡¯d not have a chance to grow used to the infernal choking of the cock-ring before she started this torture. Just walking was horrible. Every jerk on my cock¡¯s leash was a jolt of painbined with a feeling of the world¡¯s tightest handjob. Worse, it kept wobbling like mad with my awkwardly swaying gait. It felt like a steel-girder was about to snap off of me. Our little group gathered a few more tag-alongs, namely my fallen celestial fangirls who got curious at the mention of demonstrations on the auction items. A few demonic tails brushed against mine as I passed them, sending shivers of odd pleasure through me. Every now and then, curious fingers would spread my ass-cheeks open, or cop a deep feel of my helpless butt. Some caressed my thighs. A few had hefted my weighty boobs or outright manhandled them with deliberate cruelty just to make me whimper. My old boss ¡®Kat¡¯, the slender blue dragon-girl, at one point shoved two slimy fingers in my mouth and had me clean them off of her own pussy-juices. While I¡¯d not been outright used that much yet, I was starting to feel like the party relief toy already. They were all giggling at me, giddy to watch me squirm. A few cooed with feigned sympathy at my pathetic state, calling me ¡®sorry widdle ve¡¯ or ¡®cutie-butt¡¯ while squeezing my cheeks, only to elicit a meep from my lips with a quick spank or a harsh finger-flick on my nips or cock. My brain was a misty buzz of sex and masochism. I couldn¡¯t stop myself from drooling after the gorgeous enemies surrounding me, about to rob and rape me. My rubber wrapped thighs squeaked as I rubbed them together in horny anticipation. Gosh, if they could get on with it already and fuck me silly! Just make me choke on cock and stuff me stupid! No, bad girl. Bad girl. I ceased my writhing, trying to draw deep breaths. I had to hold on for my believers. Cumming would fail them and reveal that the Goddess of Magic and Knowledge they worshiped was in truth nothing but a pathetic whore, who gets off on being treated like a ve. If they found out, my religion would evaporate within years if not months, and I would be nothing but a whore who gets off on being enved for real! ¡°Here we go.¡± Noi brought us to a halt. ¡°Our ve¡¯s jewelry collection. What would you like to start with?¡± Upon pedestals formed of pale misty thoughtstuff were arrayed thousands upon thousands of jewels of all sorts, glistening metals and brilliant jewels. Many hundreds of them were lewd ¨C nipple rings, clit-studs, and such. ¡°Well, gotta say I¡¯m not surprised,¡± said Orbitch. ¡°A lot of would be slut demons are too intimidated to pierce themselves, and end up hoarding instead. Lucky for you, I¡¯m here to help you get over that hurdle.¡± She finished with an unnecessarily horny moan, striking a pose for the audience, which elicited many woos from her hanger-ons. The wannabe had requested herself to be bound in the same way as me, supposedly ¡®to better guide a newbie slut-bitch¡¯. As if I need some washed out nobody¡¯s guidance in sluttery¡­ Not that she wasn¡¯t sexy trussed up. Orawhat made for a delicious bondagette. Thigh-cuffs made her pale-white rump stand out and widened her thigh-gap. Without the leotard in the way, her puffy ck-haired pussy stood out, and her tits (slightly smaller than mine) stood perkily, as if begging to be teased. And tease they did her. She was a demonic celebrity after all, if a washed out one. Plenty of my current fangirls wanted to autograph her. Orahot moaned and whimpered as they branded her marble-white demon curves with forge-hot ws, drawing their names and lewd runes on her. I didn¡¯t even mind her stealing the show and shoving me on the outer edge of the group, while everyone huddled around to gawk at her. That kind of neglect gets me off big time. Only problem was that the color of arousal in the room was changing. Hot pink was graying out as more and more of the room¡¯s arousal gathered around her instead of me. The seals marking my demonic disguise¡¯s durability were slowly ticking out. Being sub-cucked was fine, but the thought of being discovered by my enemies, former Earth-acquaintances, and everyone else made me mp up with cold shivers. ¡°Please, I¨Chngh!¡± Noi had clenched her fist around my cock, nearly knocking my legs from underneath me. I chewed my lip, biting down a scream as painful pleasure threatened to tip me over and make me cum. ¡°Don¡¯t bother the guests, ve. People are talking,¡± Noi said, smiling, and turned back to the others, still squeezing my dick. They chatted away around Oraslut, gawking and groping her hot nubile demon curves, while Noi¡¯s hand trapped me in a limbo between orgasm and pain. I was huffing, grunting, and mewling, trying to both desperately to squirm a little bit more freedom against my shackles to fap and to keep myself from fapping so I wouldn¡¯t cum. ¡°So, whadabout them piercings?¡± asked Grush, saving me from the torturous moment. Ora let out a shuddering moan. ¡°Ahh, that¡¯s right. We were teaching the new ve demon how to appease her owners, while sampling her former collection. First, we have to get her pierced.¡± I took the pain like a champion, only crying a little each time the demonic stapler pierced my nipples, clitoris, navel, and nose. With a quick healing spell, I was ready to be studded. Ora picked herself my most prized golden piercings ¨C arcane tools capable of pleasuring their wearer in every which way imaginable. As for me¡­ she started with a big, trashy U-shaped nose-ring that made it hard to breathe through my nostrils, forcing me into loud mouth-breathing. ¡°Trust me, babe. This is a perfect fit for the cow-look you¡¯ve got going on,¡± she said. ¡°Next¡­ your tongue. It definitely needs some help, or you¡¯ll never make it as an oral pleasurer.¡± Acting on her guidance, my fans grabbed me by my horns, cor, and neck to hold me steady and stretched my tongue out of my mouth while I whimpered and struggled against their grasp. Tears welled in my eyes as they pierced it a couple more times, and then inserted a total of nine big demon-metal studs. The ends magically sealed themselves, making them impossible to remove. The amount of metal made my tongue really heavy. Studs kept clinking against each other and my teeth, and since I had to keep my lips parted to breathe my tongue kept slipping out uncontrobly. ¡°There, that¡¯s a good beginner slut look. And, as a bonus, the demon-metal will enhance sensitivity of your tongue and the sex of the person you¡¯re licking! Double win. You oughta be thankful.¡± She winked. I was about to tell her to fuck off, when Noi squeezed my cock. ¡°Hngh! Thankh huu,¡± I mumbled, failing to suck in drool with my numb tongue. Orawhatwashecalled nodded gracefully. ¡°Next. A ve is nothing without a good cor.¡± For herself she bought from Noi one of my masterpieces ¨C a divine metal choker that enhanced paingasms into truly toe-curling experiences that could knock you out for weeks. For me, she offered again a ck demon-metal (I was starting to notice a pattern) choker. It was thick and crude and slightly too tight for my neck, choking me the moment they sped it on me. Worse, it was tall enough to be almost a posture cor, so I had to keep my head up at all times. As it clicked on and the magic sealed it permanently shut, I shivered as tendrils of magic wormed out and entwined with my mana. ¡°Since you¡¯re a beginner, I figured you might need a bit of extra guidance. That¡¯s a demon tamer¡¯s cor. It¡¯ll zap you with pain if you disobey your master.¡± ¡°Like so!¡± Noi snapped her fingers. I screamed as a jolt of pain like ten whip strikes at once raked my body all over. My teary eyes widened and knees buckled, though Noi caught me by the link of my cor. Instead of crumbling onto the floor I was left to choke. ¡°Up, up. C¡¯mon, ve.¡± She pulled my nose ring too now, drawing fresh tears and whimpers. I scambered upright, my body still shivering as pain melted into lingering heat across my skin. Trickles of drool flowing from my dumbly open mouth was further cooling the phantasmal wounds. ¡°Excellent choice,¡± Noi praised my wanna-be-rival, rewarding her with affectionate cock-stroking. She leaned into it, offering her bound body proudly. ¡°Mmmnh¡­ Thank you, mistress Noi. I only aim to please.¡± Most of the arousal continued to center around Orave, though it had stabilized. My disguise wasn¡¯t losing power as rapidly. Quite a few hands and eyes were caressing me, hefting my helpless tongue, dipping to my inner thighs to take samples of my sex-juices, and whatnot. Grush, the fucker who¡¯d stolen my old gf, was most brazen of all despite her still being in the same room! She was digging around my pussy idly while stroking the growing girl-dick in her pants. Just the sight of that monster had me moaning. ¡°Hold on bitch, you¡¯ll get dicking soon enough,¡± she chuckled, giving my rump a spank, then turned to others. ¡°Hey, we doing more piercings?¡± Someone withdrew a demonic tail from Ora¡¯s throat with an erotic slurp. She licked her lips, writhing sensuously against her bondage. ¡°Mmnh, let us¨C¡± ¡°Ooops, before I forget!¡± Noi traipsed back up to me (she kept wandering off all the time) and hefted the O-link of my cor, activating its magic. ¡°Open Master ess to everyone.¡± Another tremble went through my mana. ¡°There we go. You can now all make the ve squirm as you like. Please continue.¡± My navel was next and another big demon-metal stud ended up decorating my tummy. Its main purpose was to make me look extra trashy, but it did have a magical function too ¨C an ability to make me ovte at will and to clean my insides of cum. Basically, to control my womb at will to prevent or encourage pregnancy. Not that I could¡¯ve gotten pregnant with a divab on, but I did feel something funny happen in my brain when Grush immediately activated the stud and made me ovte. She kept on pawingzily at my pussy when they pierced my nipples with two huge metal rings, big enough for most people to hook three fingers through. And heavy enough to be a constant difort. Worse yet, a gravity enhancement allowed their weight to be controlled. My clitty wasst, and for that I and Ora were bent over misty furniture for better ess. Noi gifted her my favorite clit-piercing for half-free, while I was pierced with a big and ugly ring with shitty vibration settings and weight control as the only magic it had. They, of course, set the vibration to ¡®annoying¡¯ and upped the weight to just under the threshold where my pleading for mercy steadied to huffing and whimpering. They all (most of them anyway) kinda forgot about me after that. Orathief and others started bidding and buying my jewelry collection off of Noi, showing soulbeads and other divine cash into herp. My ¡®crazy fangirl¡¯ demons and old boss did some piercings and heavy flirting before they started a 8-way orgy with Ora. The pale demte got totally buried in pussies and girldicks. And Noi, I¡¯ve no clue where she disappeared. Caught a glimpse of her trying on some of the cors and cuffs when she thought nobody was looking. Heh! I might¡¯ve put a bit of extra dominance into that simcrum bitch, but I didn¡¯t take the sub out of her. As for me¡­ I was on my knees choking on the big fat girldick of the genderbent alphahole that stole the only gf I¡¯ve ever had from me. Every subby-beta neuron in my brain was busy exploding. ¡°Nngh. Shit, deeper,¡± she grunted, tightening her fist on my hair to press a few more inches down my throat. Her hardon pressed my neck against the unyielding cor, blocking blood flow. I let out a gurgling scream, while wheezing thin breaths through my ring clogged nostrils. Corners of my teary vision began to cken. I balled my fists, fighting every instinct inside me that screamed to start anal masturbation. I couldn¡¯t cum. If I came, it was all over. ¡°Fuck!¡± she pulled me off of her. I began coughing, gasping for air. ¡°Cor¡¯s too tight,¡± Grush said, frowning. ¡°Hey, ve, OK if I call you that right?¡± My tied up cock shuddered. ¡°Yesh,¡± I slurred with my stud-addled tongue. ¡°Cool. Cool. C¡¯mon, let¡¯s find somewhere to bend you over before your puss gets all loose and useless.¡± She picked up the leash on my cock-ring and tugged upwards, forcing me to put on a sad disy of stumbling and huffing to get on my hooves. ¡°¡®Kay ve-bitch, lead the way. Am gonna make you cum your brains out.¡± Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuggidy fuq. My pussy throbbed mad. My anus kept on twitching hungrily. If she so much as inserted the tip, I was gonna cum. I sucked in my drool off my dumbly hanging tongue and tried my hardest to concentrate, to n! Could I dy it? There were hidden corners in my sanctum that would take a while to reach, but that wasn¡¯t enough. I needed something else. Thanks to Grush¡¯s hornyness, my demonic disguise had stopped ticking down. I had some room to maneuver, though not much. I needed some way for people to keep ogling at me, while avoiding her monster dick. My eyes spotted my ex and an idea popped up. It could work! Moaning, I put on a little show of squirming against my bindings, making sure to wiggle my tightly cored cock for Grush. ¡°Mahteh, thish sve¨C¡± ¡°ve-bitch, ¡®tis your new name,¡± Grush chuckled. If she hadn¡¯t made my ovaries pop through the naval stud before, they would have popped now. ¡°Slhave-bitch,¡± I corrected myself, ¡°Woulh bhe honored tho wath rheal woman take shuch big cock, before getting shloppy seconds.¡± Grush¡¯s eyes tightened with thinking. She licked her lips, eyes darting to her girlfriend¡¯s juicy ass. Jelina, the gorgeous milky-skinned elf that she¡¯d be, was trying and buying my outfits. She¡¯d slipped on some scarlet dutex gloves and stockings on her limbs. A matching harness with a zippered thong and a big cor hugged her slender figure. She looked more gorgeous than ever and the way those straps dug between her ass-cheeks made my dick pulse. I let out a meep as Grush pulled on my cock-leash. ¡°You like that huh? Yeah, bet you do. She¡¯s mine and I don¡¯t do ugly bitches. Yea, think I¡¯ll give you your show, ve-bitch.¡± She set out at a punishingly brisk pace, dragging my hobbled ve-ass along on a leash. ¡°Oh, Grush.¡± Jelina turned, face beaming and cheeks red. ¡°How do you like¨Cmmmph?!¡± Grush swept her up in a kiss, her hand enclosing around Jelina¡¯s neck. Her other hand found her ass and spanked, eliciting an aroused giggle from the elf girl. That hand then slid down to unzip her and find her pussy wet and ready. ¡°I¡¯m gonna fuck you here,¡± Grus growled, causing shudders through both me and Jelina. She cast a harsh gaze on me. ¡°ve-bitch.¡± ¡°Yesh mahteh?¡± ¡°Sit.¡± I went on my knees and sat my ass down. ¡°And watch.¡± Grush hoisted Jelina off the ground effortlessly, fingers sliding from her neck to her mouth, two of her gigantic demon digits as big if not bigger than my girly cock. She sat my ex¡¯s entire weight on her huge cock, guided in the tip, and buried her entire length inside that slender body without forey like she was her personal cock-sleeve. Jelina howled with delight. They began fucking furiously in front of me, all grunts and moans and splurts of horny fluids. They fucked just as they must¡¯ve fucked when Jelina told me it wasn¡¯t working anymore. Except, this time I was on the floor, panting and drooling at them. And this time, I had nned for them to fuck. What began as a show of furious dominance, evolved whispers of love and devotion that kept on escting. They remembered me for roughly one and a half fucks, until Jelina ¡®got an idea¡¯, and ¡®borrowed¡¯ some sex-toys from my collection and convinced Grush to try some of my butt-plugs with her. Once the vibrations began, Grush¡¯s face went from dominance to big helpless girl. The pair then started testing my other sex toys together, and Jelina beganparing my bigger demonic strap-ons to Grush¡¯s cock (she did not win that contest). Despite looking stupid while bound and sitting in a puddle of my own making, I grinned as I struggled upright. I¡¯d escaped a certain orgasm. My determination was renewed. I could do this. I could find a bnce between receiving enough sexual attention to maintain my disguise and pleasure. Like, sure, it had only been one day or less since Noi captured me, but I had hope that I could keep this up for days. I¡¯d done crazier things for sure! ¡°Oh, oops!¡± One of my former corrupt high priests, let¡¯s call her Mrs. Oops, bumped into my back. I fell forward, sticking my ass up thanks to my posture forcing bondage. My face nted into the soft misty floor with an oof. Her face smacked against my sloppy pussy. Bliss exploded my world into white and electricity. I convulsed as I came, kicking and struggling, and gasping for air as I writhed on the floor. I squirted my femcum all over her robes. My cock brushed against the ground and that was it. While the cock-ring was tight, it had its limits. Through that vanishingly tiny opening it left in my cumming-canal, I came. A thin pressurized stream of my girl-dick spunk shot all over Mrs. Oopsie¡¯s face. Pleasure mad as I was, I felt a tremble in my divine mantle. ¡°My God,¡± whispered Mrs. Oops. ¡°You¡¯re¡­ Ion!¡± ¡°Ion?¡± ¡°That Ion?¡± ¡°What, who said Ion? Where is Ion?!¡± Arousal levels around me dropped as realization spread through the room and surprise overpowered the ambient horny-energy. The runes maintaining my demonic disguise ran out of energy. My disguise poofed into kes of mana, revealing beneath the demon my true lc-skinned curves, all tied up, wet, and ready to be fucked. Gasps and tall silhouettes surrounded me. ¡°Wow, turned yourself into a girl to get extra-cucked huh?¡± chuckled Grush. Everyone stared at me as Iy on the floor, marinating in defeat. I¡¯d lost. I¡¯d lost everything. They all saw me. Humiliation and embarrassment threatened to choke me with tears, but still I couldn¡¯t stop myself from burying my fingers in my asshole to masturbate before them all. I came with my ass before they grabbed me and started my public sexecution. Psst. Don''t despair. It''s gonna end up all a-okay ^^. Got my divine essence situation sorted out kinda, and my new religion is stabilizing. A Goddess’ Public Sexecution A Goddess¡¯ Public Sexecution ¡°Never would I have believed it,¡± said my former high priest. ¡°She¡¯s ruined.¡± ¡°Corrupted,¡± echoed another. ¡°Beyond salvation. To think we praised the knowledge of a being that¡­ base. Yugh. I¡¯ve had whores more educated.¡± ¡°Surely you mean devoted attendants, your eminence,¡± corrected another. The second one coughed. ¡°Ah. Yes, exactly. But I do believe we have reached consensus, yes?¡± ¡°Aye,¡± echoed all my former high priests. ¡°It is settled then. I¡¯ll have a gander at this corrupted harlot¡¯s magical artifacts before departure. It is best you hurry too. Once the broadcast begins, it won¡¯t take long for the monasteries to fall into utter chaos. There won¡¯t be much time to pilfer the faith¡¯s coffers and treasures before the betrayed faithful do it themselves.¡± ¡°Our life¡¯s work, gone. Perverted by one whore¡¯s selfish desires.¡± ¡°At least she¡¯s getting the punishment she deserves,¡± drawled a cold voice above me. ¡°And who told you to rest? Keep licking!¡± A barrage of spanks on my breast made me scream against a pussy. Sweaty thighs and ass cheeks clenched around my face, further muffling my cries as the high priestess intensified her spanking to outright cruelty. I tried to squirm away from her, but could barely move an inch. My back rested on the arch of a bondage furniture. My arms were stretched out underneath it and fixed in ce. My legs had been folded up into useless bundles with my ankles strapped tight against my butt. A hip-harness kept my lower body fixed to the fuck-seat and ensured I couldn¡¯t fall off no matter how I struggled. Another priestess stood between my bound thighs, pistoning my anus angrily with a huge demon-cock strap-on, the kind with ridges and soft spikes and painfully thick bumps. ¡°Useless¡­¡± She smacked my other breast with an open palm, sending stars through my vision. ¡°Stupid¡­¡± Smack. ¡°Fake¡­¡± Smack. ¡°Deity¡­¡± Smack. A violent release wracked through me. My sex and tits tingled with red-hot pain pleasure. My rear was stretched oh-so-wide and filled so full my tummy stretched. After my first humiliating climax on the floor, they¡¯d sealed my pussy shut with ck magic-tape and locked my girl-dick in a tiny cage, keeping my sexes in constant arousal, never allowing them to orgasm. I still came with them both, but most of my orgasms at the hands of my clergy had been purely anal. ¡°Absolutely disgusting,¡± said the one who¡¯d sat on my face. Strands of saliva and female fluids broke on my drenched face. ¡°I¡¯m done with this. She won¡¯t even lick anymore.¡± The huge strap-on withdrew from my ass with a long slurp, leaving both my a-hole and mouth gaping and gasping for air. ¡°Nggh aahh¡­ Cock. Cock,¡± I huffed, wiggling against the hip harness and wrist cuffs. ¡°Please, take them off¡­ The cage. It hurts, I wanna cum, I wanna cum so bad-NNAAHH!¡± Pain of whip cracks enveloped my entire body as a priestess held my demon-taming cor, subjecting me to its magical torture. She held on. Pain continued. First rush of agony sapped my breath and I couldn¡¯t make a sound after I¡¯d screamed my lungs out. Silent whimpers and sobs bubbled out of me as I tugged against my restraints. Through pain I came again and squirted violently, even emptying my dder at the same time. The priestess released my cor. ¡°Nine Hells, she¡­ she peed herself?¡± ¡°Disgusting.¡± I was a wet shivering mess. Everywhere burned with lingering afterpain. My nipple rings stretched their prisoners painfully with the heaves of my breasts as I swallowed deep, shivering breaths. From my upside down view, I watched the highest of my clergy depart to destroy my religion. ¡°Heyoo!¡± Noi startled me by kneeling before me, grinning with my face. ¡°Now that they¡¯ve got their special turn, let¡¯s get you up and ready for the main show!¡± She pped her hands. ¡°Uwah¡± Magic flipped me upright, releasing me from the stationary restraints. My folded up legs were released and I was allowed to settle my weight on them. ve¡¯s chains appeared on my arms and wrists, folding my upper limbs neatly behind my back, with a taut link connecting my wrists to the back of my choker. Simrly tight cuffs pped into ce around my upper thighs and ankles, short chains connecting my legs to each other at two spots. Another metal shacklepressed my waist and attached to my tail so it stayed upright and my bum-hole visible. A few extra unnecessary chains jingled into existence, fixing my waist shackle to my arms and thighs. I groaned, trying in vain to find a position where metal didn¡¯t squeeze me too tight. ¡°Dihd you have tho make ith so heavy?¡± I hissed at Noi. ¡°Aww, don¡¯t give me that face sis. I know you love it.¡± She patted my butt. ¡°It looks great on you too! You know, well I guess you don¡¯t since you don¡¯t think about anything besides being fucked, but anyhoo¡­ Enving gods is all about optics. What do pretty little bdsm bondage say? They say, this here is a consensual part time ve. What do big ole heavy metal cuffs and chains scream? They scream that this girl is a captive, a ve, a helpless piece of fuck-meat and she¡¯s gonna stay that way.¡± A chain-leash appeared between her dainty gloved hand and my neck. ¡°Nowe along, ve sis~ Public sexecution awaits.¡± ¡°Ngh!¡± I leaned against the tug on my cor, though it was no use. All strength had been fucked and bound out of me, so I shuffled along with tiny hobbled, clinking steps. I growled at Noi. ¡°I¡¯m ghonna geth you for thith bith.¡± ¡°Hm.¡± Noi paused, pressing a finger to her lips as she frowned at me. ¡°Hmm-hmm.¡± ¡°Whaht?¡± I stopped before her, aware of her gaze sweeping up and down across my exposed body. ¡°Just wondering¡­ Could we make your mouth breathing a bit more pathetic somehow.¡± ¡°Hii.¡± A shiver ran through me. ¡°C¡¯mon¡­ Nhoi, pleahe don¡¯th.¡± ¡°Hehe.¡± She bit her lip, opening her palm with a slow flourish. Her magical cloak shimmered as she summoned a thick artificial dong with my name on it. Noi licked her lips and whispered softly as she pulled me against her curves. ¡°Open up.¡± I grumbled and whined, gritting my teeth. ¡°No. Leth me exhin at leath why am like thith when they thee me.¡± ¡°Exin with your body sis, now say aaaahn~¡± ¡°Pleathe,¡± I pleaded through closed teeth. Her hand rolled in the leash,ing to rest on my demon-taming cor. ¡°Do you wanna get hurt, is that it? You¡¯ll do it eventually anyway, sis. Now behave, say aaahn~¡± Hissing and growling, I opened my mouth and let my tongue drool out, waiting to be gagged. ¡°Say aaahn~¡± ¡°Grrr.¡± I stared death at her, but obeyed, ¡°Aaahn.¡± ¡°Nu-uh. I know you¡¯ve got better than that. Sexier. Beg for it.¡± I gathered what slivers of dignity I had left and let them out as I offered my open mouth towards her, and moaned, ¡°Ahaaaaahngh~¡± ¡°Theeeere we go, take it,¡± she cooed, pressing the rubber-cock past my lips. ¡°Now gulp it down like a good ve sis, there, mmmph. Looks tasty.¡± She held me by the back of my neck and stared deep in my eyes while feeding me slow, thick inches of rubber. I started gagging. My eyes welled up with moisture. She whispered sweet words and kept on shoving it down, deeper, deeper. Bound as I was, I had no choice but to keep gulping what she fed me until my mouth and throat were full. ¡°There. Good girl, now hold it still.¡± ¡°Hnghf?¡± Noi connected the end of the dildo to my stupid fat nose piercing so that it wouldn¡¯t slide too far down my throat. Immediately, as I gasped for air, I was hit by the fact that my nose and mouth were almost entirely clogged! I winced, blinking away tears of shock as I wheezed and gasped, but received nothing but rubber cock for my efforts. I expelled my breath and wiggled my tongue to try and get it out, but only managed to slide it a couple inches out before the nose-chain went taut. Flexing my tongue and cheeks, I managed to catch the cock there though, and though it took effort, I could suck in slow, thin breaths through my teeth and blocked nostrils. Unfortunately, every inhale sucked the cock straight back down and I had to fight it to slide up. For a moment there, I got a bit light headed fromck of oxygen, but the feeling faded as I found a rhythm to bnce breathing and cock-sucking. My eyes found Noi nodding in approval. ¡°Perfect. Aaand, let¡¯s make them gold to match the hair. I¡¯d rather watch you destroyed looking our best.¡± I let out a miserable whine. Another flick of her fingers turned all the bondage and toysyered upon me into golden. ¡°You want your lingerie white, pink, or ck?¡± Fucker, how is she talking about lingerie color right now? I suckle-choked on dick and gave her a teary re. ¡°Slightly transparent white, eh? I like it.¡± Another snap transformed the color of my dutex bolero, stockings, as well as the patch of tape sealing my pussy. ¡°There, now you¡¯re looking like a captured deity about to be ruined.¡± Noi pressed fingers against my tape-sealed pussy. ¡°Mmm, hot and eager.¡± ¡°Mmmhp.¡± I gurgled out some spit, as pleasure shivered through me. ¡°Although¡­¡± Her fingers traipsed to my caged little dick. ¡°Hot though it is, best we get rid of this or someone might misunderstand and think you know how to use it.¡± Another rune glowed on her cloak. I screamed against cock as a jolt of electricity ran from my hooves to horn-tips. For the briefest moments, I felt a tiny ruined orgasm as mydy-dick melted and fell off like a puddle of y, leaving behind a smooth hairless mound. My cage ttered onto the floor. I whimpered and grumbled at Noi, shifting my thighs as my naughty bits got incredibly itchy. She scratched her pretty chin, ignoring myints. ¡°Just pussy tape is a bit unbnced. Let¡¯s patch up your ass and nips too. Then we can rip them all off all at once and¡­ Ooohh, yeah it¡¯ll fit perfectly with the hood. Okay, let¡¯s do this, bend over, sis.¡± ¡°Mgghrph!¡± I tried to resist, but she spun me by my cor, turning my ass up. Noi¡¯s fingers sank deep into my ass-crack, spreading a fast-acting glue-patch right up against my sensitive pucker to make it seem like I was wearing the bottom part of the world''s smallest thongs. She also rubbed on nipple patches big enough to cover my are. Not that they covered anything. My stiff nips and the rings poked lewd outlines through them. Lastly, she pulled me back up on my hooves and grabbed the hood behind my neck. I had enough time to let out a moany protest, before white dutex entombed my head within its skin-tight hug. The sudden loss of senses yanked me straight back to the moment she¡¯d first hooded me during our innocent little selfcest session. Noi fumbled behind me, gathering my hair into a ponytail to slip through the back of the hood. She then let magic tighten the garment, dutex pressing tight against my scalp until it fused with my skin, leaving only my gag-stuffed mouth open. My world was a pale white curtain with only the faintest silhouette of someone standing before me. All sounds were muffled and all smells turned rubber. A big soft dildo pinned down my metal-studded tongue like she was a ve bitch herself. Arousal and utter helplessness drugged me into a numb buzz. Testing the cuffs on my limbs and feeling their oppressive hug turned that buzz into something almost orgasmic. I felt my clitoris throb against the tape and let out a long begging moan. ¡°Gosh, you really make a good ve, sis,¡± whispered Noi as she glued her warm sexy body against mine. Her touch slid over my curves, sending ticklish shivers of pleasure through me. She groped my ass and hefted my breast almost sensuously, fiddling idly with my erogenous zones. ¡°Born to be bound and bred. Mmmnh, damn you, getting me horny again, but I think the others might get antsy if I dy this too much, so let¡¯s go. Ready to be marched out before everyone and rape tortured into a powerless mortal sex-ve you always wanted to be?¡± My pulse quickened towards panic. I tried to beg for mercy in moans and huffs, only managing to make spittle flow past my chin and wet my breasts. ¡°That¡¯s the spirit!¡± I could hear her grin. A force pulled on my choker. ¡°C¡¯mon sis, right this way.¡± I could either walk or be dragged to my end, so I walked. Chains clinking, drool flowing, pussy throbbing and heart pounding, I walked through the crowd bustling within my scrying chamber. Chatter and bodies surrounded me. ¡°Finally getting what she deserves. A deity shoving her ugly ass into sex streaming, pfft. It was bound to end like this,¡± said Ora to someone. ¡°Wow. How did I ever date something that pathetic. Doesn¡¯t even have ady-dick anymore,¡± whispered my ex to Grush. ¡°Bitch through and through,¡± replied Grush. ¡°Think her ass is still tight enough for a round?¡± ¡°No way. Maybe if we both drill the same hole...¡± Oh no. My taped up pucked twitched with pervy excitement and I couldn¡¯t help but let out a tiny moan against my gag. ¡°And our daughter worships that?¡± hissed Shadada¡¯s mom. ¡°Unthinkable!¡± ¡°The host intends to strip her of her godhood,¡± reassured a male elf beside her. ¡°We can help do our part and get rid of her.¡± ¡°I hope they seal her away forever. What use is a goddess like that to anyone? Even her priests hate her.¡± Shame burned my cheeks and ears dark purple. One of my superfans squeed with joy. ¡°I¡¯m gonna lock her ugly legs and arms away. Finally, finally, I get to make my little Ion into the perfect cute little cock-sleeve.¡± A shiver of disgusted terror turned into a gurgle in my throat. Not before everyone please, I prayed, even as my vagina and womb pulsed at the thought. ¡°Think our host can bypass that divab or whatever magic she used to stay infertile?¡± asked another fan. ¡°I really wanna pump babies in that slut, she¡¯ll make a great mommy breeder. All chained up, big tits full of milk, belly full.¡± ¡°I asked. She can¡¯t yet,¡± said yet another demoness. ¡°But she is going to brand her with a tracking spell so we can hunt and capture her once she¡¯s mortal.¡± ¡°Mmgh!¡± Capture me? My breaths quickened with panic. Oh no, no, no, no! I hadn¡¯t considered that if I lost enough power before divab ran out, I¡¯d have to live with the consequences of my sexy peril. I had no idea how fast divinity could fade with whatever she had nned, but in the worst case scenario I wouldn¡¯t be able to squirm magic myself out of bondage, let alone undo anything they did to my body. For the first time ever, I felt truly, utterly helpless ¨Cpletely at my captor¡¯s mercy. What exactly was Noi going to do to me? ¡°I wouldn¡¯t mind sharing, if we can capture her,¡± said the one who wanted to turn me into a tradwife. ¡°Blitz gets to train her on her butt-plugs, I don¡¯t mind that. Zip can train her to be furniture every now and then, Glubz magics her limbs off, and we share her as our baby-maker and wife.¡± Gods! What horror. Scarousal nked my thoughts like the strongest drug. ¡°Watch your steps now,¡± said Noi, slowing down. ¡°There are stairs ahead.¡± My hoof bumped into something hard. ¡°Climb up and onto the stage.¡± ¡°Mmhph. Nngh,¡± I whined, desperately pleading for mercy. ¡°Don¡¯t get bratty on me now, sis. Or do you want to pee yourself before them again?¡± she asked, sounding sympathetic. ¡°C¡¯mon now, we¡¯ve got something of a schedule.¡± Sobbing, I began climbing the steps with my trembling and chained legs. It was pathetically slow going, but eventually we reached a teau, where I was walked a couple dozen more meters. Even through my hood I could feel the brightness of strong magical spotlights as they focused on me, pushing sweat on my already mmy skin. Noi¡¯s hands fell over me. She tugged my leash to pull my posture upright, kicked my legs to spread them as much as the chains allowed, and straightened my ponytail. ¡°There we go, looking great, sis. Just stand there like that, I¡¯m gonna put you on live broadcast soon.¡± Live? ¡°Mnnghah?¡± ¡°To everyone I can,¡± she answered. ¡°Your worshipers, most of hell, bunch of deities, mortal mages¡­¡± Oh gosh, oh gosh. My legs started melting, though somehow I kept standing straight. Pussy jucies were umting behind my taped up sex, and sloshed as I wiggled my thighs, making it almost feel like I was carrying a fat load of cum inside me. ¡°Ladies and¡­ mostlydies! Wee, wee, to the second half of our wonderful little robbery auction of our captive¡¯s property.¡± Noi¡¯s touch sent a startled jolt through me, though I soon eased into it as she groped through my curves as if to present them to someone. ¡°All of you who wish to participate in the public ruining of your ve goddess here without risking yourself, may pick up any of the masking items I provided.¡± Chatter and footsteps ensued as the mob about to rape me queued up for whatever Noi was offering. I heard Kat, my former boss ask with an incredulous chuckle, ¡°You¡¯re going to fuck that?¡± ¡°Why not?¡± The bored voice was Terry¡¯s (who¡¯d be a thickset goblin. ¡°They said she gives good head. Might as well try.¡± ¡°Y-you think it¡¯s okay?¡± asked Penny, her voice wavering. ¡°This is so lewd. So twisted!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be joining you at the very least,¡± murmured Hiry, who¡¯d be a rather gorgeous pine-green dryad. ¡°He was ogling at my skirt every day, it¡¯s about time I evened the debt. With interest.¡± ¡°Hmh. Perhaps I will give it a try,¡± my old boss mused. ¡°But like¡­ He, I mean she, can¡¯t resist. It feels a bit wrong,¡± said the ever sweet Penny. Bless her! Noi pped my butt juuuust right. ¡°Someone asked you a question. Answer them, sis.¡± ¡°Nnnngghf.¡± Drool escaped my gagged mouth and some bubbled out through my piercing-filled nostril. ¡°Hauhw?¡± How the heck was she expecting me to answer questions with this much bondage on?! Noi clicked her tongue. ¡°You can nod, can¡¯t you? The cor isn¡¯t that tight.¡± It was really tight, but not that tight, no. My thoughts paused as I imagined sex with Penny. I¡¯d crushed sooo hard on her back on Earth it wasn¡¯t even funny, and to make it worse she was still the same sweet Penny, always caring about everyone, even if she was disgusted by what I was. Even if Noi had really imed her like she¡¯d said, even if it was with me in this pathetic state, I still wanted to feel her just once. I nodded several times, making small sounds. ¡°Theeere,¡± Noi patted my lower lips gently as a reward. ¡°The ve wants you to rape her, so go ahead, sweetie.¡± ¡°T-thank you Mistress Noi,¡± said Penny with a giddy voice that broke my heart all over again. She really was fucking Penny. How did she manage it when I¡¯d only created her like yesterday?! How? I huffed with indignation. ¡°Calm your tits, sis, and strike a pose,¡± said Noi, raising her voice so everyone could hear, ¡°Because we are READY! Let¡¯s go gals and pals. Everyone seems to want to participate. Fantastic! I love it! Okay, broadcast in three¡­ two¡­ ONE!¡± My scrying room made this hollow ringing whenever it came online. I¡¯d heard it a thousand times from my Lesser Deity Afternoon Club. My body trembled. An incredibly thick stream of souls washed over me. I felt the attention of thousands, tens of thousands, fall upon my trembling bound ass as if their touch was a physical caress. Just a light touch, but touch enough that I could feel it. The scrying chamber allowed them a mind¡¯s eye view. They could zoom around and view me from every and any angle they desired. I felt a few hundred were staring at my sealed asshole, when their gaze licked the contours of my sphincter and counter the wrinkles. My anus twitched. More eyes began watching it. But countless more were elsewhere, washing over my curves in tides of lusty attention, leer, and condescending sneer. I could feel the intent of the audience. There was disappointment and anger, likely from my worshipers. There was a storm of conflicting wants and evils from the Hells, and a myriad more emotions from others watching. But one stood above all. They all wanted to see me fall. Demanded it. They wanted a fake goddess stripped of everything and humiliated into the ground. That hate, desire, and sadism intensified in the gazes that licked me as their anticipation grew to a demand. Somehow, being drowned in everyone¡¯s attention multiplied the sensations, when Noi lifted one of my breasts and gave it a squeeze. Pleasure buzzed through my tit and brain. I couldn¡¯t help but let out an undignified gurgle and drool all over myself. Countless eyes witnessed my sex twitch with excitement. ¡°Heyooo everyone at home, hell, or wherever you are~ It¡¯s me, a wizardess extraordinaire, captor of useless deities, and an overall sexy and awesome individual. But I¡¯m not the star of today, nor the reason you¡¯ve tuned in. She is! Tadaah!¡± I could faintly see Noi¡¯s arms wiggling about theatrically as she presented me. ¡°Say hi to the audience, Ion! Give them a little wiggle.¡± ¡°Mmhph. Nngh,¡± I groaned as I tried to push the gag out of my throat again. ¡°She isn¡¯t actually a goddess at all, but azy perverted otherworlder who reincarnated into her body after the original Ion quit. This Ion we have here is a toootal fake. Fakest andziest degenerate you¡¯ll ever see, barely does any of her duties and just faps all day long. Get this, she¡¯s been pretending to be the Goddess of knowledge and magic, while using her powers only for maximal submissive slutting 24/7. She¡¯s been stealing faith and power and abusing you all. So.¡± Noi drew a breath. ¡°So. That ends today. If you pray to Ion, stop. Find some new god that does their job properly and let this faker get what¡¯sing for her. And what¡¯sing starts today, heh! Today, this captured little shit will be judged for her misdeeds and punished. We¡¯re gonna rape and ruin her, and if you want in on the action, you can dial N0115 8357 on your crystal balls and ritual circles. That¡¯s Donating N0115 8357! ¡°1 deity buck or equivalent currency gets you a grope. 10 gets you a spank. Donating 25 buys a deep fondle or a huge painful pinch. 50 gets you 30 second of rubbing your magically projected genitalia aaaanywhere you want. 200 buys you a chance to get anything you want branded on her. Now, these prices may seem steep to the regr mortals out there, but rest assured everything goes straight to a charity fund managed by none other than myself, and I promise to donate everything to helping poor abandoned simcrums find their purpose in the world.¡± Gods fuck that bitch. Robbing me wasn¡¯t enough, now she was gonna make it rich off of my sexecution?! The nerve. The tits on that gal! I protested loudly, stomping my hoof and wiggling my chains. ¡°Wow,¡± drawled Noi. ¡°Azy fake goddess doesn¡¯t want to contribute to saving poor innocent simcrums. Who would¡¯ve thought, right? What a viin. I bet you¡¯re curious just how twisted she is inside, which brings me to a big surprise! Are you ready my home viewers, to take a look into the soul of the deity as she falls? You better be, cos here we go!¡± A snap of her fingers triggered a hum across the scrying chamber. Magical and divine broadcasting mechanisms focused their intent on me. I squirmed as the touch of the judging gazes grew ever more intense, burrowing deeper into me, straight through my body and into my soul. At once, I felt the connections m into my mind as Noi stripped down my mental defenses, allowing anyone tuned in to dip deep into me. Foreign attentions swam across my surface thoughts, my emotions, and sensations. Everything I was was being watched and ogled at. Pervs could take a peek at everything I was sensing, at my utter helplessness, my shame-fueled arousal, the pleasure I felt from being so tightly bound, my degenerate anticipation for the raping toe. Some drank of my emotions with sadistic sneer. Others dipped straight into me to live through me. My every reaction and mental gasp of pleasure was naked for their entertainment. They all saw how much I loved this, how I got off on bullying and binding and saw what a huge pervert I am. It¡¯s over. I¡¯m done, I can¡¯t¡­ My head spun so heavily I nearly cked out. The shame, arousal, and panic were too much. ¡°Aaanyway, let the deity-ruining begin! Come on and send in your money for a once in a lifetime chance. And our live quests, pleasee on up on the stage alone or in groups.¡± ¡°Do we need to pay?¡± asked someone. ¡°Only for writing and other permanent stuff! But you do get a 50% discount for that. So, who¡¯s first?!¡± My ears drowned in a chant of ¡®me-me-me-me¡¯ as the quests shoved and fought to climb on stage. While Noi herded them back into some semnce of order, the scrying audience began unleashing their torment upon me. With a happy pling-plong jingle, a sultry voice thanked some distant soul for purchasing a spank. Split-secondter, I screamed out a moan and nearly jumped out of my skin as something long, thin, and hard smacked across the length of my sensitive butt-flesh. The second spank came from a palm, with full strength, and in the smack middle of my left ass cheek. Force of it jiggled through my hips and up to my breasts, nearly throwing me off bnce. I winced behind the sealed hood, struggling to steady my breathing. It was no use. Spanks begannding in a steady rhythm ¨C with hands, rulers, sticks, whips, and paddles ¨C each rewarding me with a jolt of wonderfully cruel pain. Most punished my ass. I felt my naughty derriere rapidly reddening, and my holes twitched in response. But no part of me was spared. Spanks begannding everywhere. Ones on my thighs made me cry out and whimper, begging it to stop (they didn¡¯t). I felt my breasts jiggle helplessly to the ghostly spanksnding left and right, some on bare tit-flesh, others aimed at my pierced nips. Some spanked me on my tummy and body like I was some warm-up punching bag. The evilest ones began smacking my face, showering my swollen,cock-stuffed cheeks with ps. A few managed tond open-palm spanks right on my tape-sealed pussy before I wisened up and clenched my thighs together as hard as I could. They kept on hurting my thighs afterwards, trying to make me open up, but I bit down on the cock-gag, squeezed tears from my eyes, and persisted through the storm of hurt. It felt like hours, but only seconds had passed before the gropes and touches joined the spanks. Hands big and small, slender and calloused began tracing me from rubber encased bits to the long stretches of helpless nudity. Most were brief, barely more than single hefts of breast or squeezes of ass. Others lingered and dug in deep. Countless hands vited me all at once. Fingers burrowed between my clenched butt-cheeks and pressed against the tape-covered butthole. Others pressed hard against my pussy, dipping almost several inches deep through the stretchy patch covering me up. They pinched my thighs, pulled my nose-ring, shoved my cock-gag deeper, pulled my ears, grabbed my horns, mauled my breasts, choked my neck, flicked my nipples, wiggled my navel stud, tickled my ribs, squeezed me by the base of my fat tail, and yanked me by my ponytail. And through all that, the spanks carried on. As did everyone¡¯s attention on my body and mind. I could feel them seeing through me, seeing how I loved the torment. Some even straight up lived it as I did, sharing with me everything from the taste of the rubber cock to every drop of shame drooling down my thighs. The tidal wave of sensations nked my mind with a violent orgasm. My limbs gave out beneath me as my body convulsed. I fell forward, but got caught on a chain attached to my arms and cor that someone had attached. So, instead of face nting, I hung there bent over and half-suspended, kicking my chained legs, screaming, suffering as hot-white waves nked my dumb slutty brain so hard I thought I was gonna die. Several dozen moments whizzed past me as I hung there shivering and panting. I was half-aware of my hood being yanked off and sweaty-clingy rubber being reced by cool air, clear sounds, and sexy figures standing around me. Though I didn¡¯t reallye to full lucidity, until Kat ripped off the pussy and anus tapes. It felt like my crotch was ripped off! Blinking rapidly, I wiggled my legs and sobbed, trying to find a pose that would soothe my poor naughty bits. I felt umted juices of my arousal splooge out of my slit and anus, running lewd rivulets down my glistening thigh-highs. It eased the lingering burn of spanking on my legs, though the rest of my body still tingled with fresh memories of pain. ¡°Looking hot there, cker.¡± w-tipped hands of the dragon-girl who¡¯d once been my bosstched onto my sweaty, shivering ass. ¡°Always knew you were azy good for nothing who fapped through your work hours. Never would¡¯ve thought those disgusting habits would stay with you into another world, but oh well. Once a useless pervert, always a useless pervert.¡± Her thumb-ws dug into my pussy to spread it wide open, while her fore-fingers did the same for my anus. She spat right on my open holes. ¡°Hmmmngh¡­ Ngh?¡± I craned my neck, the people around me for mercy. Penny, Terry, and Hiry towered around my face. Their hands stroked my horns and the chain that my cor hung from. All three were d in my stolen clothes ¨C skimpy dresses, bodysuits, and harnesses. All three sprouted hideously thick and humongous symbiotic tentacle strapons from between their legs. These were wrinkly things. One of them looked like a stunted elephant trunk with spikes, another was a long misshapen knot of angry bulbous tentacles, and third a huge cone-shaped cock with a base of tendrils trying to writhe towards andtch onto my face. All of them stank so thickly of old sex that even I was about to gag! These were the kind of strapons that break a girl. All of a sudden, the dick in my throat started feeling kinda alright. Grunting and drooling, I begged them in gag-speech to reconsider for old time¡¯s sake. ¡°H-hold on.¡± Penny leaned closer to hold my chin and utch the gag chain from my nose ring. She withdrew the toy from my throat gently, then attached the slime cock to hang from the front of my cor. ¡°There. Better?¡± My studded tongue threatened to fall out already, but I managed to suck it in. ¡°Thank huu. Phahe¡­ Muh Noshe ish full. Can¡¯t shuck big cocks.¡± ¡°Oh? Aww, but we heard you were really good at cock-sucking,¡± pouted Penny. ¡°Born to suck,¡± echoed Terry. The insult sent a hot shiver through me. ¡°Born to suck and fuck indeed. Wettest pussy I¡¯ve seen in a long, long while,¡± whistled Kat. I felt the tip of her dragon-cock pressing against my poor little opening. She closed one hand around the base of my w and gripped my thigh-cuff with another. ¡°Waith¨Cngh! Ahhhngh!¡± My eyes fluttered as she began shoving, spreading my attention deprived cunny with her thick girl-dick. ¡°Nmg. Someone gag that idiot, I don¡¯t wanna listen to her yapping,¡± grunted Kat, squeezing herself forcefully inside my tightly clenched vagina. ¡°Ooohhh¡­. Oohh, ahnng, can¡¯t fit, can¡¯t fith¡­¡± I slurred as my insides were filled and stretched. A slimy stinky b of tentacle-cock pressed itself against my moaning face. Penny started rubbing the underside of her cock against my nose and mouth, smearing filthy fluids all over me. Whimpering, I tried to twist away but she grabbed my horns and pulled me closer, smothering me with the huge disgusting strapon. ¡°M-mmhm. Feels great.¡± I couldn¡¯t do much else but grimace and pant as Kat stuffed me up to the brim and hilted herself inside me. My walls pulsed against her painful thickness, melting against the ridges and contours of her rigid dragon-cock. The tip was moulded against the underside of my womb, threatening to prate. She pressed on my clitty¡¯s inner bits and dder so hard I came a little and squirted on her legs. Kat let out a giggle of disbelief. ¡°Filthy!¡± She then smacked my already abused rump, grabbed my thigh-cuffs, and started pumping my pussy. I came again, moaning right against Penny¡¯s strapon. She took that as an invitation and shoved herself in my mouth. My eyes bulged and I tried to run, but she had me by the horns. Down she went, without a moment of hesitation or mercy. The cor wasn¡¯t wide enough to fit both my neck and her strapon, so my neck choked against metal. ¡°Oohh wow! It¡¯s tight,¡± Penny groaned. Terry was stroking her own strapon, her gaze wandering over my bound curves. ¡°Yeah? Finally something the cker¡¯s good at?¡± ¡°The tongue studs¡­ Nggh, Gods! And the cor! Feels incredible,¡± Penny shimmied her hips closer, pressing too much cock down my throat, and then towards my gullet. The choking, throatful of dick, harshness of their treatment, the lingering pain, and the ever present attention of thousands of gazes seeing right through my thoughts as I reveled in my pussy being raped by my old boss was too much. It¡¯d been like twenty seconds, but I came again. ¡°Shit,¡± Kat cursed. ¡°Gods, fuck! Keep that up, she gets off on that.¡± Not that being tighter helped me at all! Kat only elerated her pistoning, making it feel like she was about to drag my sex inside out! ¡°You do?¡± Penny asked, tilting my eyes towards her. I knew I looked pathetic, being bound, teary eyed, and obviously horny from the abuse. I wanted to disappear underground. Plus, my face was deep purple from the choking. ¡°Oh, oops! S-sorry, sorry.¡± She slid out, letting me cough and wheeze for air, then offered the tip of her cock-symbiote to my nose again. ¡°But, um¡­ I heard you really like sucking others off, so could you maybe suck me off? S-show me those slutty skills, heh!¡± Gosh, she was cute. Fuck Noi for stealing her, but I guess I wouldn¡¯t have been up for an actual rtionship anyway so¡ª ¡°Unf!¡± The thought was cut short by a dragon-cock mming into me. ¡°Ngh.¡± Grimacing, body trembling, I tried to endure the sensation of Kat withdrawing her meat from me. I met Penny¡¯s expectant eyes, but had to avert my gaze soon after. Despite the situation, despite the humiliation I was in for, I did want to suck her off. So, like a good ve, I surrendered myself to pounding from behind, opened my front cock-slot wide, and let my stud-filled tongue loll down. ¡°Oh my, oh my,¡± murmured Hiry, stroking her own erection. ¡°She really wants it.¡± ¡°Here,¡± Penny said, offering her tip to me again. ¡°Mmmmmph~¡± Swallowed her in, this time like I meant it, craning my neck to swallow and gulp her inside myself, while worshiping her sensitive underside with my tongue. I found an immediate appreciation for the studs, when Penny began squirming and moaning. Mixed caress of soft tongue and hard polished metal must¡¯ve been intense. Her reactions added a special vor of subby pleasure to my serving and I dedicated myself entirely to the two cocks spit roasting me, doing my best to please them. Some ghostly fingers began to pull my nipples as if to milk my breasts. Others too returned to having their way with me while I took a pounding. I couldn¡¯t endure it at all. Multiple ab-clenching climaxes tore through me before I got either Kat got off on me, pumping a tummy-stretching load of hot seed inside me. Mmm-m, gosh I love being stuffed. I knew they could hear me. And I love choking on hard girldick. Mmmph, it¡¯s the best! Disgust intensified in the attention of my spectators, which got me off even more! I had an oral-gasm when Penny¡¯s strapon triggered its host¡¯s orgasm and poured an ungodly amount of cum into me. Worse, she pulled out as she came and most of the load was shot straight into my mouth, which she then spread all over by shoving herself back inside. My eyes watered as a fat serving of cum was shoved up into my nasal cavity. Penny of course was groaning as she climaxed, not realizing that I was choking and trying desperately to eject stinky tentacle cum through my already clogged face-holes. ¡°Ooohhh¡­ That was such a wonderful¨C Oh my god! Uh, um, s-sorry! I didn¡¯t.¡± Penny drew out. I coughed violently, shivering against my shackles. ¡°A-are you okay?¡± I raised my head. Tears burned my cheeks and eys. Bubbles of cum popped outside my nostrils and stuff dribbled down my nose-ring, making it dribble onto my lips and mouth no matter what I did. My spooge coated tongue lolled outside my mouth and spit and sexual fluids flowed down all over it and my chin. I was a slutty total mess. ¡°Talk about sloppy seconds,¡± chuckled Hiry. ¡°My turn.¡± I didn¡¯t get a say. She just shoved a thumb in my mouth, aligned me with her strap-on, and began fucking my face. Terry swapped positions with Kat and pierced my anus with just as little prep. They fucked me like demons with a grudge, spanking, pinching, and gripping my head by the hair. I balled my fists and tried to hold on for dear life. Richest of my sexecution¡¯s spectators began buying some rubbing time. Ghostly pussies and girl-dicks and anuses began grinding against me, while I was fucked. Someone made me finger their bumhole, while another got herself off by using my tail to fuck themselves. There were even pervs who rubbed their dicks on my armpits. No part of me was safe from vition! The first branding session came when my old coworkers had had their seconds and thirds. Noi came up on the stage and handed Kat a tattoo pen. A cock-gag was shoved back in my throat, and muffled my cries as the hot arcane-needle tip began ruining my perfect smooth skin. Kat, of course, had to splurge her money so she could etch ¡®useless cker¡¯ on my butt. Audience then got to do their worst. They marked trashy notches for every load I¡¯d received on my thigh and cheek for every oral I¡¯d given. Slut, fake god, lying whore, free use, no mercy for bitchgod, maso-retard, leg humper, butt-slut, cuck-bitch, cock sock, cum sink, Lazy cunt, Dynja¡¯s ve, and a score of other humiliations were tattooed all over my body. I looked hideously trashy and had no idea whether I could get rid of themter or not. What if I¡¯m left like this when I¡¯m mortal? It¡¯d be all over. The first ce I walked in would capture and enve me as their cum dumpster. And oh gosh, did that mental image do something nasty to my hornball of a brain. I gazed at the lewd reflection they showed me, relishing in the afterpain and pleasure as I ogled at myself. ¡°And now, a special tattoo!¡± Noi eximed. ¡°A little gift from me to all of you, a universal tracking curse powerful enough that she won¡¯t be able to remove it herself with what little power she¡¯ll have left.¡± Oh no, she really has a way to mark me? Lucidity flooded the remaining pleasure from my brain, giving me a surge of strength to fight back and make a total fool of myself. All that me wiggling against the chains did was make Noi get some volunteers to hold me down. Gropy hands of the spectators pinned me in ce as she knelt before me, took out a wand, and began tracing meticulous arcane patterns over my as of yet unsullied pubic mound and womb. I whimpered and watched in horror as she drew a rune of [Tracking], without even trying to hide the tracking ID, and then encircled it with frilly glyphs of [Permanency]. Anyone anywhere could now track me down. Noi wiped her forehead. ¡°Phew! There we go, to any of you without eyes, her ID is SLUT0. That¡¯s slut capitalized with an 0 at the end. Now, the program continues. And to those of you tuning out in preparation for the great game afterwards¡­ I say to you happy hunting~¡± They gave me no time to recover. My next punishment was doled out by Orabitch and her hanger ons. She set up her own divine stream and had some demonwyers do stuff, so I lost my memory for copyright reasons. All I know is that after her treatment left my mouth tasting like demon pussy, my skin full of bitemarks and hickies (especially around my naughty bits). They¡¯d also ripped off my nipple tapes and attached some kinda vibrating weighs to my both my nip and clit piercings and stuffed my butt with something. Objects sloshed around my anus and insides to the point that my tummy bulged with false pregnancy. A big plug kept whatever I was stuffed with from escaping, leaving me to huff and puff as I tried in vain to grow used to the sensation. My spectators, of course, thought this was a wonderful time to keep spanking my butt and aching holes. I was having a small orgasm and begging for mercy, when Shadada¡¯s parents climbed before me. Her mother, a gorgeous tanned elf in regal wear, looked absolutely mortified. ¡°My gods, that is the harlot deity Shadada has been worshiping?!¡± She pped my cheek, snarling, ¡°Keep your filth away from our daughter. She was a perfectly good pdin before meeting you!¡± They both then spat on my face and waddled off. Nearing the end of my now two day¡­ (or had it been three already?) long captivity, my crazy fangirls were unleashed upon me. It was¡­ strange. So the one who wanted me to be a trad-wife sucked my pussy clean of cum while pampering me, trying to show me options for what bridal lingerie I would want to wear on our wedding night (yeah, as if!). Meanwhile, one with her own anal obsession unplugged my rear and then plucked rubber eggs from my anus that Ora had left there by inserting her own fist elbow deep, which made the whole ¡®selecting bridal garments bit¡¯ kinda difficult if not outright impossible. Most of the time I was just mooing and drooling on her stupid ass magazine. This, of course, excited the one who wanted me to make her babies to y-act as if I wasying her demonically fertilized eggs. She also kept on rubbing that stupid navel piercing constantly, forcing me to keep ovting till I was so horny I begged her to impregnate me. Not the weirdest orgasms I¡¯d had, but yeah it was kinda oof. Didn¡¯t see the demon girl obsessed with stalking me anywhere, presumably because she was already prepping to hunt me down in the mortal realm. The fucknugget girl, however, was there. Grinning, she introduced these portable holes she¡¯d made to me and told me how I¡¯d made a really cute wiggly little cumsocket. She had the others help keep me pinned down while they undid my shackles, so that she could insert my limbs into her devices. They slid up to almost my armpits and upper thighs, and when the magic activated, my limbs were teleported away into some astral storage. All feeling cut off from them too, which made me panic for a short moment. It felt really weird being limbless on the ground. Kinda arousing too. Not as good as being tied up, but it had its own kind of allure. The demoness tied my arm-locks into chains, stringing me up like a helpless piece of ham, then chained me by my leg-cuffs into a spread eagle, before burying her cock inside. After coughing out her third load from my mouth, I was relinquished to the furniture obsessed girl. She is, I should admit, quite the living furniture artist. The demoness returned my limbs to me, removing all my shackles except for the cor which she held in a firm grip, while gently guiding me into sliding myself into new restraints. The act of submitting to bondage whilst watched was¡­ arousing. I couldn¡¯t have hid my excitement from showing even if my reactions hadn¡¯t been broadcast to everyone. Not when she said she¡¯d designed the perfect rig for me to be the object I was always meant to be. Mmrrph! I¡¯d have bit my lip if I wasn¡¯t gagged again. Instead, I obeyed my new owner like a good little subby object without a will,ying my torso on a golden harness-like metal support attached to a stable tform from the sides. The frame bit into my body like it was made for me (which it was). She sped the rear-part over my back, head, and horns. It followed the contours of my spine, supporting as much as it restrained. Locks clicked and I was told to try wiggle out of it, while my limbs were still free. I clutched the harness, the reinforced cor, and the frame, kicking and groaning as I fought against metal. ¡°Nngh! Can¡¯t.¡± Panting, I gave up. ¡°Good. Now arms here,¡± she said, guiding my wrists into sockets attached to the load-bearing frame of the contraption. She did the same to my ankles, which left me a surprising amount of wiggle room, until she pressed a button to activate my new prison. The metal golem I was bound to came alive. y-like, my golden bondage shifted, contorting me as it did. A thick support formed behind my back, arching to force my face upwards, while folding my thighs and ass to sit t on the ground, with my heels pinned to my sides and my arms behind my neck. Artistic metal rings spread around the metal harness encasing my head, to distribute weight I figured once I realized that I¡¯d be a chair. With my face as the part where butts go. ¡°And if you wish to sit on the pussy¡­¡± The demon touched my shoulder, gently and flipped my world upside down! ¡°Ngghah?¡± I was staring at the floor now and could feel cool air and intense gazes caress my naked ass as I squirmed in ce. ¡°Tadah! A thick cushioned chair with two cock-slots,¡± said the demoness. ¡°Or, if you just need a party relief toy¡­¡± She flipped me again, this time leaving my helplessly restrained body horizontal, with both my face and rear-end fuck-ready and at perfect height for easy ess. ¡°And if you need to move it¡­¡± The demoness demonstrated the chair-golem-prison¡¯s little widdly support legs by pushing it in every direction and showing it could move. Done with her demonstrations, the demoness gave herself a satisfied nod. ¡°There. You can keep it.¡± And then she left. For several moments, I and most of the quests were left mystified by the furniture demoness. Then someone donated 100 deity-bucks for the privilege of spanking my currently slightly upturned rear. My gagged whimpers broke the spell of confusion. A rune tattooed elf with tousled after-sex hair and a smoking hot body wrapped in my sexiest harness and lingerie sauntered into my view, holding hands with a huuuge muscr demoness amazon with an equally huge crimson member. ¡°Wanna help me fuck your ex?¡± asked Grush, approaching until she towered above my face. ¡°Too bast you lost your cock somewhere. Would¡¯ve been fun to let you get a pity fuck with that tiny thing, heh.¡± ¡°Grush, don¡¯t be mean,¡± Jelina chuckled, leaning her breasts into her arm. ¡°She was kinda average, yours is just huge.¡± ¡°Ye, ye, sure. Tho doubt she could¡¯ve used it anyway. Some bitches are just better off not trying to pretend they¡¯re anything but a pussy with two extra holes. Hope you like balls by the way.¡± ¡°Hngah?¡± Oh gosh. Grush zipped open a pair of ck rubbery boy-shorts she¡¯d bought from Noi, releasing her massive half-chub, swollen futa-balls, pussy, and ass. All of it was smeared in glistening, slimy sweat and sexual fluids from whatever the two had been up to. Aaaand it started dripping all over as she stepped to hover her ass above me, raining down in thick strands and droplets like world¡¯s lewdest rain. Gods, the stink, so thick it nearly knocked me out. I thought it might¡¯ve also knocked me up. My horny ass girly bits shivered, I felt it all the way in my womb ¨C the thirst to be bred by Grush¡¯s thick seed. Part of me realized it was because some stupid viewer was activating my navel stud again. ¡°Let¡¯s get this out¡­¡± Grush pulled my gag out, then nted her huge amazon ass on my face, ground her sweaty crotch on me for a bit, and held my lips open to slip her balls in my mouth. ¡°Theeeere, nngh. Start licking slut. Help me drain every drop of cum into Jelina¡¯s pussy here.¡± I breathed hot musky air that smelled of sex as the salty tang of futa-balls filled my head. Instinctively, my lower body tried to find something to grind against, but to no avail ¨C the contraption held me tight. All I could do was obey and suckle her sacks. ¡°Ngh. Like that. Good slut, c¡¯mere babe,¡± said Grush, pping her thigh. I heard Jelina strut over in her new heels and yelp as Grush hoisted her off the ground and onto herp. Though her ass-cheeks filled most of my world, I could hear a girly scream as Jelina was pierced on a thick demon-cock and they began pounding. If I hadn¡¯t orgasmed so many times I might¡¯ve cummed from the humiliation alone, but as it was my body was raw and pounding from use and abuse. All I got was a buzzy empty head-space and really horny. I did plead the viewers, knowing they could see into my thoughts, and begged them to let me cum or fuck me. They of course chose this moment to start teasing me instead. Ghostly hands began tugging my piercings and gently spanking my pussy. Never hard enough for a paingasm, just to keep me squirming on the edge. Someone even began circling my anus with their ethereally projected tongue, driving me utterly mad. Pounding intensified above my face. Grush¡¯s pussy was melting over my nose, nearly drowning me in her arousal. Jelina¡¯s screams grew louder, louder. Grush¡¯s grunts became animalistic, then outright demonic. I felt a reaction in her balls. ¡°Suck them, slut,¡± she growled. Subby stuff nked my thoughts. The slut in me sucked hard, rolling the balls on my tongue, milking them with all my skill. I felt her cum hard. Thighs clenched around my head. Ass-cheeks sealed me inside for a minute, sapping my breath. When Grush released me and stood up, I was a gasping mess and reeked of her crotch. ¡°Wow, that was¡­ Damn, always so tight babe,¡± Grush helped a heavily breathing Jelina off of her cock and gave her a kiss. Jelina¡¯s thighs oozed cum all over her new thigh-highs. ¡°Ohh, that was¡­ Mmmh.¡± She rubbed her belly, satisfied. ¡°I feel a little dirty though.¡± ¡°Hm.¡± Grush nced at me, snorting. ¡°Why not let the slut clean it?¡± ¡°Oh? I could.¡± ¡°Bet it¡¯d love it. C¡¯mon, slut. Wanna lick my cum off of your ex?¡± I let out a whimper of arousal, licked my lips, and despite the raging shame inside me, opened my mouth with my tongue out. ¡°Ohmygod, and they said you used to be a deity,¡± Jelina chuckled in disbelief. When my only answer was a tiny moan, she stepped over and lifted cum-painted her leg. ¡°No kisses then, I don¡¯t wanna cheat on Grush.¡± A few more viewers projected themselves inside me as I began licking creamy spunk off of red dutex, slurping along the contours of her gorgeous legs to catch every droplet from thigh to toes. Then came her other leg, and once that was done I tried to extend my tongue towards her cum-filled pussy. ¡°Nu-uh.¡± Grush shoved fingers in my mouth. ¡°Enough cum for you, slut.¡± ¡°Hold on, babe, there¡¯s a bit more we could give her.¡± ¡°There is?¡± Grush raised a curious brow at Jelina. ¡°Mm-hm.¡± Jelina knelt before her, gathering her hair with her arms as she took the tip of Grush¡¯s cock in her mouth with practiced ease. She face-fucked herself a few times, moaning with such erotic delight that I couldn¡¯t help but feel an echo of it in my neglected slit. When Jelina finished, her cheeks were bulging. She returned to me and flipped me around, presenting my rear towards the sky. I already knew what she was going to do when her fingers inserted into my pussy and spread it wide open. Pthyi. ¡°Hiiih?!¡± A mouthful of spit and cum sttered inside my breeding hole. Jelina spat again, making sure to eject all of Grush¡¯s extra seed inside me, before wiping her lips. ¡°There. Make sure to thank Grush.¡± ¡°Angh¡­¡± My inner walls clenched as it oozed deeper into me. ¡°Thank her,¡± Jelina reminded me. ¡°Hng¡­ T-thank you Grush.¡± ¡°No prob.¡± Grush gave my rear a big open-palm smack that made me scream out in surprise. ¡°See you ¡®round, tho I guess not.¡± ¡°Bye byeeee~¡± echoed Jelina. Before I could process this new odd mix of shame and arousal, a ghostly cock began pounding my slit, smearing Grush¡¯s cum all over my insides. More spectral hands grabbed me everywhere. Some began punishing my already sore behind with spanks. ¡°Nooo, please~ Not so hard, not so-mmmghph!¡± And another spectator¡¯s projected pussy gagged me. I heard distancing sounds of chatter, while viewers dipped in and out of using me. Though many recoiled from the barest touch of my consciousness, a growing following was projecting themselves inside me as I suffered, getting their pervy rocks off on my torture. However, these were a minority. Most who watched me wanted to see me punished. They made me scream for mercy and beg for release. They tugged on my piercings just to watch me cry helplessly. They had a fist up my ass and another up my cunny, pounding them so hard I thought my holes were left permanently loose afterwards. More writings and drawings appeared on my skin, thanks to a possessed tattoo pen Noi had left behind. My face and thigh were full of notches that marked orgasms. My body was a tapestry of lewd and degrading drawings. I was a shivering mess, too roughly used to truly enjoy pleasure, too aroused to escape the subby drooling mind-set that the day¡¯s humiliation had driven me into. I had probably like 3 brain cells left, if that. Heck, I hadn¡¯t even realized that most of the real live quests had retreated back to the auction proper, not until Noi popped her head in through the door of the scrying chamber some unknowable hourster. ¡°Oh, hey there you were!¡± She walked in on some spectator trying to y a song of moans and screams by rapidly tugging my piercings. ¡°You¡¯re still having fun, eh? Hehehe¡­ Uh, wow okay I didn¡¯t shut down the stream? Shit.¡± Noi nced at the donation count. Her eyes widened. ¡°Oh¡­¡± She kept staring at the number, unblinking. ¡°Dang. Wow, look at you go girl! Working your butt off for once. Hey, how about this. I¡¯ll finish up with packing away what I couldn¡¯t see at the auction ande back in like a day?¡± ¡°Nghhh! No please¨C Mngh, ahhhn. Noi, c¡¯mon don¡¯t be¨C Owowowongghh!¡± ¡°Sounds good? Alrighttakecarebyeeee!¡± m. Noi was out. ¡°Hey, please whoever you are toying with my-nngh! Can we pause you¡¯re tearingghhhaaaAAHH!¡± The asshole toying with my piercings realized she could tweak the weight of my clit ring too. I sang her a song of whimpers as she made the rings hang off of me and flicked them around to make them swing. As hours rolled into a die, my public sexecution slowed down, but never died. After all, countless thousands were watching thest hours of my divinity. I was raped, spanked, groped, and toyed with for what felt like another two eternities. My mind just snapped at some point as I grew tired and turned into a drooling subby drone who just took cock and groaned. Most people grew bored after that. The rest of my bullies left when I stopped moaning and just hung there in bondage, shivering and breathing. I just stared at the white, unthinking. Then, lights cut out and the scrying room depowered. Strangely enough, I felt several hundred if not a thousand connections cut from my mind. So many had stuck around inside me, riding out the pain and pleasure with me. ¡°Okay, I¡¯ve turned off the lights,¡± said Noi, stepping inside. She¡¯d changed back to her original form ¨C my mirror image. ¡°Let¡¯s get you out of here.¡± Finally, freedom? Nope. Noi tugged her panties aside and sat her pussy on my face. She crossed her legs and made herselffortable, then told the chair to start walking. ¡°There will be many hunters once your godhood dwindles out. Lot of people want to capture a former deity, whether it be for raping, breeding, selling, enving, or something darker,¡± said Noi, her voice all sagely seriousness. ¡°Yeahhhw thankh thu hoo?¡± I groaned against her slit. She adjusted her ass, grinding against my nose. ¡°Pssht, shut up now, sis. I¡¯m giving you some advice.¡± ¡°Mmmrph!¡± ¡°ording to my measurements you should have enough oomph left after divab wears off to teleport out of here.¡± I protested against her slit. As if I was gonna ept anything from that bitch! ¡°Mmmhn, nice vibrations, but you could use your tongue a bit. Mh, c¡¯mon! Ack, I guess not¡­ Oh well, I¡¯ll just have to ask Penny to fuck me.¡± Noi stepped off of my face, shifting her panties back on. She¡¯d ridden me into the main chamber of my sanctum, or what had once been my sanctum. The space was a dark space of swirling mists, empty sans with three mannequins of miststuffs d in different outfits. One wore a ve¡¯s outfit ¨C metal shackles with broken chains, cor, and a tiny bra and loincloth of such sheer white fabric that it could¡¯ve as well been see-through. Another war encased in a gently writhing suit that I recognized as an outsider possessed dutex bodysuit. White on the outside, it resembled a regr straitjacket bodysuit. But inside, a storm of wiggling little nublets and tentacles caressed its wearer, invading and filling up all of their holes once they were strapped in. This one had a cor that read ¡®Noi¡¯s pet¡¯. The third was form-fitting and rather ttering leather and cotton outfit of an adventuress. It came with an at first unassuming ck-leather cor, though I recognized it instantly. That was a divine artifact ¨C the choker of spell breaking. ¡°So, awake enough to remember things?¡± ¡°Suck my ass,¡± I said. ¡°Hmm¡­ Maybe just a little bit.¡± ¡°Oh- wait aaaaah!¡± Noi flipped me over, then buried her face in my anus, burrowing her tongue past the sphincter. I gasped and moaned as she licked, tracing my every weak point with juuust perfect amount of pressure. Despite thinking I¡¯d been wrung dry, I came furiously, struggling to heave full breaths against the unyielding metal harness I was strapped in. ¡°Mmph. We taste damn good,¡± said Noi as she stood up and rotated my face back upright. ¡°Okay, sis, I¡¯m gonna give you a little gift before leaving you to writhe and smolder there.¡± ¡°Whah? You¡¯re gonna leave me like this?¡± ¡°Rx. It won¡¯t be long, and I¡¯ll put the gag back on so you won¡¯t be bored.¡± I groaned, casting her a seething re. ¡°If you listen like a good girl, I can put it in aaaany hole you want.¡± I grumbled, but cast my gaze down. If I was going to spend hours (maybe even a day or two) restrained like this, I¡¯d rather do it with a dildo in my pussy than my mouth. ¡°Well, are you gonna be a good girl?¡± I balled my fists, biting down shame as I whispered, ¡°I¡¯ll be a good girl.¡± ¡°Hm, what was that? Can¡¯t heeear youuuu.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be a good girl.¡± ¡°Still can¡¯t hear iiiit.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be a good girl,¡± I shouted, face blushing. ¡°Good.¡± Noi patted my cheek. ¡°Now, my generosity doesn¡¯t end there! You know how I am sis, I heard of you losing your godhood and I had to do something. So, I¡¯ve assembled here three options for you to try to survive the hunt that¡¯s about to chase you.¡± ¡°Uhu¡­ Sure.¡± ¡°Not convinced? Hmph. Ungrateful little brat, but I guess that¡¯s how you are. Anyhoo, I¡¯m pretty sure you¡¯ll have enough power left to undo the piercings and most of the markings and whatnot, but that tracking glyph is lesser deity tier, as strong as divab. I doubt you¡¯ll be able to remove it, which is why I prepared a way for you to escape it.¡± Noi patted the adventuring outfit, touching its neck. ¡°You know what it is, you know how it works. This¡¯ll let you undo any magic on you and start a new mortal life with no worries of your past. A fresh beginning.¡± ¡°Without the chance to ever gain magic or divine powers,¡± I spat. ¡°Well, everything has a cost. And here, I assume you¡¯re familiar with this. If I recall correctly, this is your favorite straitjacket. Slip into it, put on the cor, and tighten the straps. Once you do, I¡¯lle for you.¡± Noi¡¯s voice lowered to a sensual tone, her eyes roving across my body. ¡°I¡¯ll make you my forever ve, sis. I¡¯ll give you your bad end. All your pervy desires will be fulfilled by me and mine. No need to think. No need to work. You¡¯ll to be the helpless abused ve you always wanted to be.¡± I had to bite down a groan at the thought. My spread open pussy dripped with desire and I couldn¡¯t keep my nipples or clit from hardening, nor my cheeks from flushing. ¡°Aaaaand, option three.¡± Noi skipped to the ve outfit. ¡°The undergarments will leave little to imagination and the shacklesplete the escaped ve look. It doesn¡¯te with the key, so you¡¯ll need to find a way to get them off, before someone captures you and ms proper chains onto them.¡± A sudden silence stretched as I waited for the catch. ¡°So¡­ It¡¯s a regr outfit.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a sexy ve outfit!¡± ¡°Ah¡­¡± ¡°Yup! Whichever you choose, better be careful, ¡®cos the other two will teleport to me once you make your choice. As will your bondage chair there and your current outfit.¡± She stepped back to me, knelt and kissed me on the mouth with tongue. ¡°Mnnhp! Mngh, mnnnnnhh~¡± Noi withdrew with a wet aaahh, then whispered, ¡°Be my ve, sis. And every day will be like this. Or don¡¯t. I¡¯ll be sending my own bounty hunters after you. But for now, toodles~¡± Her cloak billowed, magical runes lighting up as it enveloped and wrapped her in a vortex of patch-work cloth, before teleporting away. I was, finally, alone. And the dildo she¡¯d promised me was on the ground. ¡°Fuck!¡± I tried to escape the chair for a bit, but ended up only working myself up and making myself hornier, which wasn¡¯t good considering I couldn¡¯t touch myself or even grind against anything. So, I instead tried to calm down and empty my brain. I had some time to think while strapped onto that chair. They were right, all of them. I was a fake, a total good-for-thingzy leech slut who smooched off of others just to live out her fantasies. I didn¡¯t deserve to be a goddess at all, at least not one of Knowledge and Magic. I¡¯d been thinking I could coast on old Ion¡¯s achievements and hold onto power she earned, thinking I was safe because she hadn¡¯t relied on worshipers when she originally ascended. For long, smoldering moments, I seriously considered giving into Noi¡¯s invitation. Bing her eternal ve wouldn¡¯t have been bad. I could¡¯ve continued to live my fantasies as I pleased and left all hard work and thinking to an owner who knew my every perverted desire by heart. But something about that felt wrong. I considered the freedom that the cor of spell breaking could offer me. I hadn¡¯t enjoyed my isekai properly, and this was a chance to do that, to leave everything behind and find my real self. I could adventure, have fun, even fall in love? Huh, wouldn¡¯t that be something. But that too felt wrong. I knew who I was. I¡¯d known since the moment my neck cracked. And they¡¯d known too. The souls who¡¯d ridden me through that torment and seen my innermost degenerate, the souls who¡¯d raged with disappointment when the torture ended. Those souls of lost masochists and pervs who yearned for peril that they could not find elsewhere. I¡¯d felt their hunger, and in it found an echo. And it called to me with a soundless voice. My eyes settled on the ve outfit, and I made my choice. The divab wore off a couple hourster and the fading of my divinity hit me like some alien migraine. I was draining, evaporating. Before my powers vanished entirely, I renewed my body, removing the piercings and markings and untangling myself from the chair. I shimmied out of my sweat and sex-stained dutex lingerie, dropping them on the floor before the ve outfit. I had to admit it, Noi has a great taste. The top was a perfect fit, the breezy fabric and supporting bandsfortable on my skin. The loincloth¡¯s drapes hung freely in front of my legs and behind my butt, leaving my naughty bits entirely bare behind its white see-through veil. I felt a strange excitement besides the usual arousal as I sped the heavy shackles on my ankles, wrists, and neck. They locked with satisfying clicks,pleting my freshly escaped ve look. My breath shuddered and nipples hardened. Rest of the outfits and bondage faded from the room, leaving me in the dying embers of my divine sanctum. I felt my powers fading too, faster than I¡¯d ever expected. I traced my fingers over the tracking tattoo etched over my womb. They¡¯d hunt me. Countless bounty hunters, opportunists, guards, adventurers, demons, everyone would be after me. It would be a real Bad End too, one I couldn¡¯t squirm away from. For the first time in my life I could finally truly lose, and ooooh boy was I scared about losing. My limbs trembled just thinking about it. Mmmph, careful there. I withdrew sneaky fingers from my wet slit, trying to hold back the urge to start shlicking. But besides stakes and threats, I had something else too. A purpose. A goal. A dream. An idea that caused a warble in my divine energy every time I thought about it. An idea that could be the seed of a new divinity, a new Ion. And so, I gathered thest spark of my divine power to my palm and drew a gate to wherever Shadada was, then stepped through into my second third chapter of my life. I¡¯d been a total loser nobody on Earth, then continued being a total loser cker of a goddess who betrayed her faithful. This time was gonna be different. I¡¯d start from scratch and be the goddess I wanted to be, the goddess that this world needed me to be, the goddess that no one else could be. The goddess that those silent pervy voices of my followers who¡¯d inserted themselves into me during my sexecution needed. The goddess you need me to be. The goddess of sexual peril, submission, and bondage (or whatever random titles I decide to go with once this portfolio stabilizes). On the Run On the Run ¡°Dang girl,¡± Shadada chuckled. ¡°Of course I¡¯m in. You think I¡¯d stop being your sexiest bestest pdin just ¡®cos you¡¯re not a goddess anymore? Pah, have some faith!¡± I giggled back at her, relieved. Gorgeous curves of muscled and scarred elf lie on top of me, pinning me to her bed. We¡¯d been making out, touching each, and engaging in friendly, totally non-romatic lesbianics since I butt-nted on her face out of nowhere. She¡¯d been working out while wearing nothing but a ck cor and thong, which was now soaked in her girlcum, arousal, and my spit. My own ve clothes were equally sticky. ¡°I am your sexiest bestest pdin, yeah?¡± Shadada asked slowly. ¡°Whah? Yeah, duh! I don¡¯t have others, though¡­ I do kinda need to gather more¨C¡± She let out a hurt whimper, clutching her chest. ¡°Cheat!¡± I rolled my eyes. ¡°¨Cbut not pdins necessarily. Just, having a bunch of apostles makes ascension a lot easier. ¡°Hahaha, joking, joking. My cute ass goddess can have other worshipers. She deserves them.¡± I made a little embarrassed sound, suppressed a big smile, and failed to meet her eyes. Hers had turned golden since she¡¯d be ¡®mine¡¯. Combined with her cool warrior aesthetics, ruffled ck hair, tanned bod, and slightly deeper voice that gaze of hers did dangerous things to me. ¡°Alright, so, what do you need to re-ascend?¡± ¡°Well,¡± I paused to think for a bit, tongue between my lips as I focused. ¡°Now, this is all kinda me spitballing since I don¡¯t rule over the knowledge domain anymore, but¡­ there was this dude back in my world who had I think magical apostles, a bunch of miracles, and also he gave his followers rules and whatnot. I think that¡¯s a good starting point.¡± I dunno if you¡¯ve heard of him, but I was of course talking about Jesus. ¡°¡®Kay, doesn¡¯t sound too impossible. Apostles, miracles, and a defined dogma.¡± ¡°Yeah, yeah! That¡¯s the word,¡± I said, blushing a bit. ¡°Heh, I¡¯m a bit dumber without godly powers.¡± ¡°Ye, you are.¡± Shadada grinned, giving my butt a spank. ¡°Ahhn~¡± ¡°My dumb cutie goddess,¡± she cooed, stroking my rear affectionately. Her tone and expression stiffened with sudden seriousness. ¡°They are here.¡± Dread washed out some of my arousal. I let out a shuddering breath, touching the womb-tattoo that marked me as prey. My brave Shadada noticed my distress and offered me the kind of cool winsome smile only muscr elf pdin hotties can give. She stood from the bed, picked up a shirt, and said, ¡°Toss me the sword would¨C¡± The bedroom wall burst inward in a storm of stone and wood. Wall shrapnel stuck to the red-y skin of the hulking golem that stepped inside. Arcane symbols zed on the metal core peeking out of its smooth-featured bulk. Two mitten-like arms reached out towards me. ¡°Aaaah!¡± Wind whipped my hair as Shadada moved. A slender two-handed de was out of the scabbard and in her hands in a blink. In the next it was a gleaming blur carving magically reinforced y. A limb was lopped off and a second sculpted to a useless ribbon. A kick sent the golem back into the dim-lit alley outside. I sat transfixed, staring at the tight muscr back looming before me, the gorgeous waist, thick legs, and the way that Shadada¡¯s panties dug deep into the crevices of her full ass. Oh wait, she was talking to me? ¡°...of here now!¡± I jolted back to reality, scrambling to my feet. ¡°Um¡­ What do I¡­¡± ¡°Clothes!¡± Shadada snapped, pointing at an open wardrobe. ¡°And my travelbag.¡± The door next to the wardrobe burst off its hinges. A second y golem ducked its neckless body to fit in through the opening. It¡¯s arcane core twirled, locking an eye-shaped symbol on me. ¡°Eeeep!¡± ¡°Ion¡¯s tits,¡± hissed Shadada. ¡°To me, stick to me!¡± I stumble-sprinted away from the golem, smacking face-first into an elf ass. Shadad grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, while slicing a leg off of the golem she¡¯d already pushed back. Half naked, we ran into the alley. ¡°Roll,¡± said Shadada, throwing me into a narrow canal between buildings and dove in after me. We sshed into icy-cold water green with algae. Behind us, the alley lit up with zing light as ethereal azure chains shed into nothing and a huge cage of steel fell down onto where we¡¯d just been. Three mages with pointy hats hovered above the roof. ¡°There, in the canal!¡± pointed one sitting on a floating sphere of metal. ¡°Aw crap!¡± ¡°Deep breath,¡± said Shadada and I inhaled. She pulled us below the surface and into a pipe. I swam on my own, though Shadada never let go of my broken chain leash as she led us through watery darkness, navigatingbyrinthine corners of slippery stone and metal-grated dead-ends. Bubbles escaped my lips. My lungs began to ache. A current began tugging at us, gently at first, but soon it swept us away. I tried to get Shadada¡¯s attention. I needed air! She gave me a thumbs up. A pipe spat us out into the sea. I struggled towards the surface, until Shadada pulled me up against her. I gasped, panting to catch my breath. ¡°That won¡¯t buy us long. C¡¯mon, swim fast.¡± Shadada was already swimming towards a particr ship some distance away ¨C a huuuge iron yacht with multiple decks built for opulence and luxury. Massive metal oars covered in arcane glyphs sprouted from its rear and a big pink g fluttered atop it with a crest that screamed lesbian dommy mommy. ¡°Where are¡­ ¡­we¡­ ¡­going?¡± I asked between huffs as I tried to paddle after her. ¡°That¡¯s the private yacht of a Hellonian archmage. There¡¯s enough magic onboard to throw off your tracking brand. At least for a moment.¡± ¡°And they¡¯ll¡­ ¡­just let us¡­ ¡­on board.¡± Shadada favored me with a charming over the shoulder grin. ¡°It¡¯s a Hellonian archmage. They¡¯re always open for new harem applicants.¡± Chilling as Eye Candy Chilling as Eye Candy ¡°Now drink,¡± said the archmage, pronouncing her ¡®r¡¯ like it was her lover. She tipped her narrow chalice of champagne over her knee. Rivulets ran down her perfect shaved leg. Dressed in only my lewd womb-tattoo and cuffs Noi had left me, I leaned in, my tongue out. ¡°Mmmph-nngh¡­¡± I moaned, arching my body sensuously as I licked down the calf, ankle, and toes of an ageless human beauty with tinum hair, wless skin, and several magotech imnts ¨C including star-like eyes. ¡°Mm. A little too shameless. More ve than harem member.¡± She shoved her toes deep inside my mouth. ¡°Mmrph?¡± Her foot pressed me upright. I nearly lost my bnce while on my knees, but managed to keep my arms folded behind my back in a show of submission. ¡°Far too shameless. Far too easy. I don¡¯t need pleasure ves in my inner circle, but perhaps¡­ hmm¡­ there could be a position for two of you. Do you like the taste of cum?¡± ¡°Nnngh¡­¡± My eyelids shuddered. I clenched my thighs as my arousal pulsed hot and wet. ¡°Excellent. My girls will introduce you to your post tonight.¡± ¡°Phyay,¡± I cheered against a mouthful of champagne-dressed toes. The port was bustling with shady figures, bounty hunters, and vers. Story of Ion would¡¯ve been cut short if we didn¡¯t make it through the applications. The ultra-rich magedy dismissed me soon after and I joined up with Shadada on the deck below. One of the decks below, I should add. This wasn¡¯t a medieval caravel or whatever. This was a goddamn five-storey magic-punk yacht with gilded handrails, bide-equipped toilets, and sentient minifridge golems. Shadada gave me a grin and a high-five. ¡°Nice! Knew you¡¯d make it.¡± ¡°Pfft, easy peasy. She was going on something about being too slutty or whatever, but c¡¯mon. Who can resist this?¡± I struck a cheeky pose and touched my gorgeous bod. ¡°Not me!¡± Shadada gave me a spank, which I returned. We giggled like two idiots. ¡°Are you perchance the two newbies?¡± ¡°Hm?¡± I spun to see a cute-sexy young woman. She was a pale human with an air and body that exuded wealth. If not for her slender golden ve cor, and chimerically transformed horns, eyes, and wed legs, I would¡¯ve thought her our new mistress¡¯ daughter. ¡°Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Arranthur, one of the inner circle. Mistress instructed me to hand you your new uniforms, and instructions. Here, you may change into these first.¡± ¡°Hey! Yep, that¡¯s us. Thanks,¡± I said. I epted a neatly folded white swimsuit. It turned out to be as lingerie-like as swimsuits could get, and would be veeeery see-through once wet. The design left a lot of back bare and dug into my crotch with a thin strip of fabric. A few tasteful cuts of criss-crossing fabric crossed over my breasts and midriff. I looked like a perfect poolside sn! Shadada¡¯s forest green swimsuit was likewise a perfect match for her athletic build. It left a big window between her pubic mound and breasts so people could ogle at her abs. She snapped her elegant silver cor on. It clicked and tightened magically to a perfect snugness. A little te in the front identified her as simply ¡®S¡¯. ves for hire didn¡¯t get to have names here. That thought made my tongue a little dry and my other bits a little wetter. ¡°About the cor,¡± I began. ¡°Ah, apologies.¡± Arranthur spun her fingers, drawing arcane glyphs almost instantly. I heard a snap and the shackles Noi had left me fell apart in tiny bits. ¡°There,¡± she said. ¡°You may now cor yourself.¡± Eagerly, I slipped the slender choker around my neck and locked it shut. A shiver ran through my body. I was ready to be ¡®I¡¯! ¡°Thank you. Now, we will soon be departing¨C¡± HONK! HONK! HONK! The opulent yacht hallway nudged around us as the ship took off. ¡°¨Cand there we go. Now that we have departed, your duties as rented ve will be to serve as eye-candy and entertain any guests who desire entertainment or yourpany. Converse with them, fetch them things as they request, and make them feelfortable. If they should request, you may apany them to rooms to serve as sex-ves. Later in the evening, you will receive new roles.¡± ¡°Alright, sounds good!¡± ¡°Uhhuh, good stuff,¡± agreed Shadada. Arranthur gave us a friendly smile. ¡°Wonderful! Try to enjoy yourselves.¡± We promised her we would. And gods damn we did. Being a deck-girl or more specifically a rented ve with deck-girl duties was chill living. Me and Shadada got upstairs and started lounging around as a pair of eye-candy. Couldn¡¯t have imagined an easier or more pleasant job. Wey tanning under a tropic-hot sun in our skimpy suits. Fresh sea wind tousled our hair and washed off the worst of the midday heat. Ice-cold drinks and luxurious finger food were in endless supply. Stunning views slid past us leizurely, magical archipgos of half-flying inds, untouched coral-fields of brilliant colors, and spotless blue skies. On the ship, our eyes shifted from ourselves to the erotic disy of fifty-something gorgeous girls in cors and skimpy outfits. Flirty eyes were exchanged, as were suggestive tugs of swimsuits. Compliments were given freely. A couple times some of the guests plopped down to talk to us. All of them were some kind of magical big-wigs, each and every one oozing that rich ¡®I own the world¡¯ vibe. Me and Shadada got totally into it, clinging our bodies against a tall and well endowed mixed-sex archmagedy in an unbuttoned ¡®tawaii¡¯ shirt and khaki shorts. Sheined how corporate intrigue was exhausting her and told us we had it good as simple ves, while letting her palms wander over our curves. ¡°Oh no, that¡¯s so tough,¡± I bemoaned, when she said something about taxation. ¡°I¡¯ve no clue what I¡¯d do there.¡± ¡°You¡¯d offer to suck their pussy,¡± offered Shadada. Our temporary mistressughed. Weughed with her as she told us we were lucky to be a pair of air-headed sluts and began groping our butts. We totally were too ¨C air-headed sluts I mean. I let my brain drift and focused on nothing but looking hot, feeling hot, and serving my mistresses. After the tawaii shirt gal, we also fed some food to a really hot short femboy in bikini, hung out in the jacuzzi with three other ves and two mistresses doing a business discussion, and just did a lot of sexyzing about. ¡°Been a while since we just hang out,¡± said Sadada as we basked on the sun-tanning deck and watched the exotic jungle-coated inds pass by. ¡°Has it? Oh, yeah¡­ Guess it has been like¡­ a couple years?¡± ¡°Eeehh¡­¡± Shadada shook her head from side to side. ¡°Try twenty.¡± I let out a hiss through my teeth. ¡°Mm-hm.¡± I cleared my throat. ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°Naah, it¡¯s fine. I get it. God stuff. Still, it¡¯s fun. We should do this more often.¡± ¡°Whoring ourselves for some rich mortal?¡± ¡°Yep. It¡¯s nice. Doesn¡¯t always have to be hardcore BDSM and body mutating tentacle vition.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± I watched the scenery pass by and realized I¡¯d never seen so many fish. In fact, I¡¯d never seen fish at all in this world. Beneath the gentle waves of twinkling azure swam a carnival of colors and shapes, a total celebration of life big and small. A sea serpent slept on pearly sand dunes in a coral-reef ravine. In an undersea cave, a tiny twinkle of illumination outlined the shape of a humanoid jellyfish girl. ¡°Yeah,¡± I said slowly. I brought the still cool drink to my mouth, some kinda fruity alcoholic coffee thingy. A tiny ice spirit sshed around in the cup, kissing my deep purple lips when I sipped. Thoughts adrift, I began toying with my choker. It was nice, calming. Cored, owned, dressed to please others, and expected to serve simple desires was nicer than I¡¯d have imagined. Of course, there was a sexual undertone to our situation. Any one of the owners could at any point ask us to apany them and use our bodies, but even just serving was fun. It was an aspect of submission I hadn¡¯t really explored that thoroughly before. ¡°It¡¯s nice.¡± Another few inds passed by. We rolled from our backs to our tummies, posing a bit to make sure our legs and asses looked good for the owners. ¡°Should we add a t to your new religion about this?¡± Shadada asked. ¡°Oh yeah yeah-yeah-yeah! Something like¡­ uuhm¡­¡± ¡°Wow, hard to make words without godhead, tit-brain?¡± I elbowed her. ¡°Shut uuup. Like¡­ um, maybe this could be like how the priestesses are normally. I¡¯ve been thinking. They should have some lewd pilgrimages, divine quests, and rituals. But maybe day-to-day the temples could be something like this?¡± ¡°Like super luxurious yachts full of ve girls?¡± ¡°Yeah!¡± Shadada let out a cool chuckle made even cooler by her sunsses (where did she get those from?). ¡°I dig.¡± ¡°It could be all about easing and helping the weary travelers. Serving, submitting to heal and help others. Stuff like that. Well, a bit moreplex, but I¡¯ve had had a drinks¡ª¡± I bit my tongue yfully. ¡°Pffft, tongue-knot. What I was saying was¨C¡± ¡°Yeah, totally. Uh-uh,¡± said Shadada. The cheek of that girl! I gave her hot rump an angry smack, earning myself a giggle from her. ¡°¨Cmaybe once I¡¯m sober. Totally forgot that being a mortal makes alcohol a thing again, and it¡¯s been a¡­ while since I¡¯ve had drinks.¡± ¡°So. Question.¡± ¡°Shoot!¡± ¡°We joining that water-spell game at six?¡± ¡°Are we joining a frigging water-magic supersoaker game with a bunch of sexy gals and super rich mages? Heck yeah!¡± ¡°Ok. Asking ¡®cos I think I heard they¡¯re about to start¨C¡± I was up on my hooves in a split second and dragging Shadada to the back of the boat, where the crowd (minus some introverted rich folks and their chosen girls) were gathered. They handed us our pick of weapons ¨C sword-shaped water batons, waterunching wands, and more. By the end of it, when the wisplights flickered for the evening, we were exhausted from giggling and my swimsuit was a cool see-through film of white. I tossed my hair back while replying to another cored girl, when a blonde mage locked eyes with me. Her bod was a sleek fusion of magically perfected aesthetics and silvery imnts, and her choice of clothing a now wet sharong over neon-green bikini. She had that ageless look of archmages and radiated pride and nobility. Somehow, I could swear I¡¯d met her somewhere¨C ¡°Evening, S, I.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± I blinked out of fugue to see Arra¡­ shit. Already forgot the rest of her name. ¡°Hiii!¡± I replied chirpily. ¡°Hey,¡± said Shadada, her voice husky. ¡°We¡¯re preparing the boat for the evening, and¡­¡± As she spoke, lights began twinkling into life. Sleepy stars opened in thete twilight sky. And as colors of the sea faded into nigh imprable ck, new colors of bioluminescence flickered beneath waves. They outlined ghostly shapes, swarms of uncountable critters, and previously invisible ntlife. To match the night¡¯s beauty, little wisplights flickered to life across the boat, painting the darkening shadows with vibrant UV neons. ¡°...this way, if you would.¡± Oh? I probably missed whatever she said. Shadada chuckled and took my hand, leading me to follow Arra below deck. Girld*ck Cleaners Girld*ck Cleaners ¡°Kinda brings you back, doesn¡¯t it?¡± Shadada asked. ¡°Gosh, it¡¯s so nostalgic. Though I kinda wish we¡¯d have asked that femboy to fuck us. I mean¡­ I¡¯m only realizing it now, but we haven¡¯t gotten sex all day!¡± ¡°Wow,¡± said Shadada dryly. ¡°How will she survive this trial.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not like I don¡¯t like denial y,¡± I said defensively. ¡°But, I¡¯ve gotta expect it. Here I was sorta looking forward to casual sloppy sex.¡± Shadada grunted, rubbing her muscr back against mine as she adjusted her pose. ¡°Yeah, I get you. Real horny myself too.¡± ¡°Maybe we could get someone to slip dildos in us?¡± ¡°Maybe.¡± ¡°Or let us rub against their feet,¡± I added hopefully. ¡°Would be a nice finish, getting to grind against the sole of some haughty archmage who looks down on me, maybe even pours a drink on my face after¨C¡± ¡°Nnnghh¡­ Ioooon, pleeease,¡± Shadada moaned. I giggled mischievously. ¡°If you don¡¯t stop, I¡¯m gonna start talking dirty and making you so horny you won¡¯t have even tits for brains tomorrow.¡± ¡°OooOOoo!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t ooOOooOo me stupid lesbo goddess. I mean it.¡± ¡°OoooOoooohhh~¡± ¡°Fuck you,¡± she said, but it was with augh. ¡°Small world,¡± said a voice that oozed worldly depth and authority. The blonde woman grinned at us as she leaned against the hallway wall. Under the wisplight her white dress glowed UV blue and her bikini bright neon. Her blonde hair tumbled in perfect cascades. Her features were an aristocratic blend of noble and magically enhanced beauty. ¡°Thought my eyes deceived me, but now I know for sure.¡± She stepped closer, seized my horn gently. ¡°Ah¡­¡± I wiggled against my restraints, enjoying her touch. Me and Shadada knelt almost shoulder-to-shoulder. Our chokers were chained to the wall at crotch-height in a small lobby by the top-deck staircase. Elegant magically maic cuffs held our wrists (and my tail) behind the smalls of our back so we couldn¡¯t touch each other, or ourselves. A glowing neon sign hung above our heads. ¡®FREE CLEANING & ORAL.¡¯ ¡°Don¡¯t recognize me?¡± she asked. ¡°Uumm¡­ Was I blindfolded?¡± Sheughed. ¡°Blindfolded. No, no, little old slutty Ion¡­¡± My heart skipped a beat. ¡°...you were a volunteer ve. Time doesn¡¯t seem to have changed that bit, or you. What a life it must be, whoring yourself, chasing degradation.¡± She pped my tit and pulled on a nip through my swimsuit. ¡°Mnaahngh!¡± I cried out, wiggling. She twisted harder. Mouth open, I groaned out in pleasure. She cleared her voice, then adopted a young arrogant tone. ¡°What kinda sick whore you have to be to like this. Like, legit creepy how into it she¡¯s.¡± Pinch released. Shivering, gasping, I remembered. ¡°The Lucky Gimp!¡± ¡°Aye.¡± The woman above leaned down, cupping my chin. Magic maintained her youth, and years had only matured her elegance and nobility. An air of power surrounded her. Her curves had also swelled pleasantly. Especially the one between her thighs. She slipped aside her bikini bottom, releasing a huge semi-hard girl-cock. My mouth dried. I let out a needy whimper. ¡°Always hoped to fuck the face of the slut who cursed me with an oral fixation. Never imagined a woman of your age would still be in the self-enving business, but I suppose some cannot escape their lewd nature.¡± She straightened as did her dick, all nine thick inches of it. ¡°Aahng¡­¡± I tried to ept it between my lips, but it hovered just one lick away from me. ¡°Tut-tut-tut.¡± She waggled a finger at me like I was five. ¡°Do you know how many years I got to hear about cumming in seconds first time I fucked a ¡®random drae ve¡¯? Many. As delicious as you are all tied up and horny, I won¡¯t be making a fool of myself before the other guests, let alone our gracious host. So, excuse me¡­¡± She grabbed my shoulder-straps, pulled them sideways, and yanked them down to peel the swimsuit down. My breasts jiggled free. ¡°Beautiful. Sometimes I envy you ancient races, how you can splurge decades upon decades in decadence, while we have to fight to earn every extra year, but I digress¡­ Spread your thighs.¡± I obeyed like a good slut, spreading my thighs while remaining on my knees. Then she knelt lower, lower. Her eyes brushed over the womb tattoo visible through my wet swimsuit. She snorted, but didn¡¯tment. Gently, her fingers moved my crotch-strap aside, revealing my smooth wet pussy. I let out a little moan of anticipation, chewing my lip. She spun her finger. Arcane glyphs spiraled to glow around it. She pointed at one of my nipples and then the other, andstly at my clit. Blue rings manifested around their base. ¡°Mngh? Wait¡­ Was I supposed to feel something?¡± I¡¯d felt absolutely nothing at all! She chuckled. ¡°It¡¯s a simple tactile curse, my specialty. Won¡¯tst past morning, but tonight you will feel the sensations of those you touch in addition to your own.¡± Her hand brushed my crotch as she let the fabric spank back into ce over my slit. For a split-second I felt like my crotch was about to burst, like I was sporting a painful erection on top of my already throbbing sex. ¡°Nnnf,¡± I moaned, gritting teeth as my eyelids fluttered. ¡°Wonderful¡­¡± She pressed her fingers to my mouth, sending another jolt of second-hand sensations on top of my own. My head spun and pussy dripped as she forced her fingers inside my mouth, finger-fucking my throat until my jaw was wide open. That took seconds. Then came my demise and reward. She held the corners of my mouth wide and pressed her girldick downthroat. No warning, no preamble. Just shlurp, gulp, and grrk! A thick rod pulsed inside me, filling my head and throat. Pleasure trickled through me, both from giving oral and receiving it. I¡¯d been aroused all day and was already close to cumming. ¡°Aaaaahhh¡­ Just as delightful as I remembered,¡± she murmured, easing her hands onto my horns, while holding her cock inside me. Salty sweaty musk of a girl mixed with my saliva, the scent engulfing my nose. It choked me juuust right too. A pulse ran through her, bringing her to full rigidity. It echoed down in my nips and clit. My vagina mped and my abs quivered. I tried to gasp for air, only to swallow cock. My arms shifted and I felt my bondage. I caught a nce of a gorgeous powerful woman above me, holding me still. My brain decided it was enough to cum. Huffing out pathetic little glurps and slurps, I writhed on my knees, riding out a climax. The woman above me smirked and began thrusting. Gripping my horns, she began face-fucking me at full speed before I¡¯d finished cumming. My eyes watered. My body trembled in confusion as pleasure continued to build up even as my high waned. My entire body burned. My nipples felt like rock-hard cocks lodged hilt-deep in someone¡¯s tight throat-pussy. My cunt and a-hole felt at once hot-wet-empty and on the verge of another orgasm. With the ghostly feeling of hardness between my legs, I almost forgot my tiny little clitty wasn¡¯t a girl-dick. I tried rubbing my thighs against each other as if I¡¯d had a cock, but just ended up squirming more pathetically. Second, third, fourth, fifth orgasms rocked through me. I was suckling, licking, serving her with everyst sane fiber of my slutty being, carving out pleasure from her cock with my tongue. Sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth¡­ I lost count. Tears welled in my eyes. I was a shivering mess, whimpering against the relentless pistoning. Spit and pre-cum flowed down my cheeks and chin, staining my tits and suit in lewd rivulets that glowed in the UV. How the fuck did she have this stamina? I wondered once as my nose squished against her pubic mound. I noticed a magic ring around her cock. ¡°Mhhhgglrp! Cheate-gllllhg mmhhg!¡± ¡°What was what, dear? I couldn¡¯t quite catch it.¡± ¡°Mhhgrp, ghhah! Ghucking chea¨C¡± ¡°Ah, missed again. Try not to speak while creaming the floor with your filth, ve.¡± Her demeaning tone hit my subby brain hard. I cummed again. My swimsuit was a dripping mess now. I could feel my own arousal and climax-fluids making everything beneath my waist sticky and dirty. Twenty¡­ Thirty¡­ Forty? I¡¯ve no clue. She kept on using my mouth for what must¡¯ve been over an hour. Others came by and used Shadada to clean their sex-stained cocks, pussies, and asses, but I was upied by the old¡­ kinda missed her name. She did cum too. The first load she sprayed on my tits and tummy. The second was shot on my face. ¡°Beg to swallow the third, ve,¡± she said. She pulled back and finger-fucked my mouth and toyed with my tits while I tried to whimper out an answer. Then, as I came from that alone, she nted her anus on my face too, sealing my face between her cheeks. Out of breath, tied up, I went on autopilot, burrowing into her ass with my tongue. My own pucker echoed with her pleasure, pushing me past edge again and again. ¡°Cum¡­ Cumh¡­¡± I huffed one too many a-gasmster. She wrapped my hair into a fist, forcing me to crane my neck. ¡°Hmm, I didn¡¯t quite catch that. Beg again.¡± ¡°Cum.¡± I shuddered. ¡°Please, mistress, let me drink your cumnnph!¡± Again she was inside my throat. Again she fucked without mercy or pause, not even giving me a chance to breathe. Again I sucked with all my being, serving, focusing on nothing but being a good little cock-sucking bitch. When she came inside I nearly cked out. Back of my head bumped against the wall. She pinned me between her cock and hard steel, forcing it all the way down till my nose was buried in her skin. It felt like I was unloading inside a tight little throat, while being that very hole. ¡°Swallow,¡± she groaned. I gulped her shaft and cum deeper inside, eliciting another sound of pleasure from my user. ¡°Keep swallowing.¡± ¡°Nngh.¡± Delicious thick cock. Delicious cum. ¡°Good girl, nngh~¡± Bliss. She gave me her name and address afterwards, offering to buy me into very but I totally forgot everything she said. Heh. Others wanted to test my ¡®legendary¡¯ mouth too, though most of them were fellow rental ves and harem girls who¡¯d gotten messed up by their mistresses and masters. Still, I kept on triggering my own orgasms embarrassingly early, after just a few licks. They mostly giggled, saying things like: ¡°Aww, you can¡¯t help it.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t feel bad. Not everyone is good at oral.¡± ¡°Try practice not cumming, or you¡¯ll never please a mistress.¡± ¡°At least you¡¯re sexy. You can find an owner who wants use you like a limp fuck-toy, and you¡¯ll be set.¡± ¡°No, no, no,¡± I said, ¡°I¡¯m actually really good, let me give it another try.¡± I just came harder. Shit, it was embarrassing actually to be so pathetic in something I took pride in. But, really hot at the same time. Their giggles and ridicule got me off bigtime. I was fine bing known as the sloppy hopeless slut who cums from licking others in seconds, even though it meant I got less dicks and clits to lick than Shadada. Hours passed. Traffic past us trickled down and eventually died as the hotshots onboard retreated to cabins with ve-girls of their choice. We were left to sit there, two cum-soaked messes in our half-stripped swimsuits. I leaned against Shdadada, twitching slightly as her arousal burned through me like a wildfire. Her entire body was on fire, aroused to the point I felt blue-vulvaed just leaning against her. ¡°Ahng¡­ Damn, you didn¡¯t get to cum once?¡± I asked. Her face was burning. She was squirming, trying to masturbate with her legs alone. Poor girl, that only made her hornier. ¡°Nah. Some horned slut took all my orgasms.¡± ¡°Heh! Sorry not sorry at all, gosh my pussy feels like it¡¯s falling off.¡± ¡°Yeeeah, good for you lucky-fucker.¡± ¡°Wanna make out?¡± I asked. ¡°Ye.¡± She leaned in and we started kissing, lips and tongues caressing each other¡¯s mouths deeply. She tasted like sex and kissed better than some goddesses. Our little whimpers and moans and wet licks filled the dark UV lit corridor. Her nipples brushed mine, sending a jolt of second-hand pleasure through me. ¡°Think we could scissor?¡± she asked. ¡°Let¡¯s try.¡± We leaned back as far as our chained cors allowed, supporting our bodies with our bound arms, while entangling our legs. Many ow-ows were groaned. My legs tingled from kneeing for hours, but we were too horny to let a little difort stop us. And besides, both of us are really flexible. Some finaglingter Shadada¡¯s sex slid down my thigh. I tensed my body to press myself against her. Our moan ripped through the hallways. ¡°Fuckfuckfuck¡­ aaaahhh Ion, godfuck I¡¯m so sensitive after that denial¨C¡± ¡°ShudupIknow!¡± The contrast of my thoroughly satisfied post-fuck body and her day-long horny denial trembled my body. Also, in this pose the cor¡¯s chain was pulled taut. ¡°Aaaahhh¡­ so good,¡± I murmured, relishing in the odd sensation. Shadada¡¯s muscles tensed and she began grinding into me. ¡°Move your hips, I need to cum!¡± ¡°Shadada! Wait, wait!¡± Her pleasure was intense and fresh, I nearly came again. But I mastered myself, gritting teeth. ¡°Hold on. I¡¯ll help.¡± ¡°Hurry.¡± I began to hump her, sex-to-sex. The wet crotch-straps of our swimsuits kept slipping against each other. It was hard to get friction. Only thing we could do was pressure and it took a lot more effort. And a lot longer. But we also came a lot harder. The moment her sex twitched with first signs of orgasm I let go and came with her, against her. We kept on going, scissoring through that high and then past it. We were thest ones up, still fucking when the boat rocked gently. Too horny to stop, we kept on going until Arra, the chimera harem girl, came running upstairs and undid our bindings with a snap of her fingers. After that Shadada threw herself on me, pinning me and my arms down to grind against my thigh and kissing my neck. ¡°No hickies! No, naaahhn!¡± ¡°Pirates are attacking the ship,¡± said Arra, her voice raised. It took a moment for us to freeze, another for our heads to clear, and third for us to stop humping each other. ¡°Pirates?¡± asked Shadada, still on top, still pinning me down. ¡°Mistress and others are currently exchanging spells¨C¡± Another boom rocked the ship. ¡°¨Cfor pure formalities sake, but it¡¯s the Tied Titan. She suspects they¡¯ll grind our barrier down within minutes. After that, we¡¯ll surrender peacefully.¡± ¡°You¡¯re chill about this,¡± I noted. ¡°Guess this happens often?¡± ¡°Once or twice,¡± Arra said. ¡°Given the VIP status of our guests, they¡¯ll likely simply ask for gold and other valuables after leaving. They do sometimes kidnap unaffiliated rental ves, so I thought I¡¯de to warn you. But there¡¯s nothing to be afraid of. Our mistress will pay the ransom, as long as you¡¯re not wanted criminals or such that they can turn in for a bounty.¡± ¡°Shit.¡± ¡°Yep,¡± agreed Shadada. Arra furrowed her brows. ¡°You¡¯re wanted criminals?¡± ¡°We gotta go, hold on.¡± Shadada was up on her feet after an exhausting fuckathon the way only an athletic pdin elf can be. She picked me up and hoisted me into over shoulder carry despite my yelp and protest that I could walk by myself. ¡°No time to watch you wiggle around helplessly. We gotta run, not traipse around like horny does.¡± ¡°You¡¯re wanted criminals.¡± Arra gasped. ¡°No, no,¡± I assured her from behind Shadada¡¯s back as she began hurrying up the stairs. ¡°Nothing of the sort. But there is a small bounty on my¡­ pussy.¡± She said something, but Shadada ran really fast. We reached the top-deck in a blur. Morning was breaking across the horizon. Burning orange engulfed the jungle-covered mountains on islets around us, though shadows remained night-deep. An impact rocked the ship and activated a multyered array of barrier glyphs and blue runic circles. The mages onboard were flinging arcane spells like with machine gun efficiency. Beams ofpressed energynced out across the ck waves. Walls of ethereal blue sprang up to block attacks. An army of ghostly spirits ran across the sea towards the enemy. None of it so much as touched the looming shadow of the enemy ship. Tied Titan was to our boat what a skyscraper is to a castle. It was a floating town of shadow-dark wood and ck ropes and animated chains. Its near hundred great cannons sang a salvo of enchanted bs that somehow tied up magic and summoned monsters alike mid-air. Then it shot the harpoons. Shadada tossed me. ¡°Eeeep!¡± Inded in a lifeboat. She detached it in a hurry and my guts lurched as the boat plummeted, sshing into the ocean below. Shadada fell in,nding with elven grace. She poked at a box in the back, cursing. ¡°Magic motor. Try figure out how it works.¡± ¡°Me? How should I know?¡± She picked up oars and got to rowing while battle still raged between the luxury yacht¡¯s mages and the massive ck pirate ship. ¡°Former goddess of magic, something must¡¯ve rubbed on you.¡± ¡°Yeah, elf pussy.¡± I got up to try. The engine was¡­ well I was never too good with engines, but I did try punching it. Somehow, that worked. ¡°Hahaha! WITNESS AND BEHOLD, the Goddess performs her first miracle!¡± Shadada snorted, rowing hard. I sat down to steer us away from the two boats and towards the inds. Slowly, we distanced from the bout. ¡°Any clue where we are?¡± I asked. ¡°Perilmuda¡¯s Rectangle from the looks of it, or close to it. It¡¯s an unmapped mess of inds. Dangerous, but might make¡­ a good¡­ hideout for a¡­ Ion.¡± ¡°Uhu?¡± Shadada stopped rowing and pointed behind me. I turned. Tied Titan had left the yacht alone and turned its bow towards us. Our little lifeboat chugged along at a brisk pace, but the huge vessel crept onwards, growing until it towered above our heads. ¡°Strip and prepare to be bound,¡± announced a bored voice from above. ¡°Resist and you will be punished.¡± Me and Shadada shared a quick look before leaping overboard and trying to make a swing for the nearest ind. Even if we were about to be captured for good, I couldn¡¯t skip on a chance for extra punishment. Pirate Captive Pirate Captive ¡°My, what big luck. Miss world¡¯s most wanted former godling and her only apostle. Two walking talking treasures.¡± Pirate captain Snaps chuckled at her own joke. ¡°Well, not quite, but you caught the drift, I hope.¡± Captain Snaps was a gorgeous tanned human with abyss-blue hair, golden eyes, and a redpass tattoo around her navel. Her top was a bikini-harness woven of ck rope, and while a simr harness was visible under her pirate-g half-skirt. A huge ck tricone dangled on her head. Her cabin was a vast throneroom of ck wood, countless exotic trophies, and dangling ropes. While she lounged on a throne, I and Shadada wiggled on small stools beneath her. Not that we had much room to squirm. Layers of ck rope criss-crossed across my fully stripped curves, digging deep into my flesh. The rope harness cinched my chest, squeezed my breasts, choked my neck, and gripped my pussy with multiple crotch-ropes (both between the lips and between thigh and mound. A knot pressed against my anus, spreading it slightly as restraints forced me to rest weight on it. My arms were fixed behind my back in an unyielding box-tie attached to my harness. Multiple ties snaked down my legs, binding them together at thighs, above the knees, below the knees, ankles, and toes for Shadada. Another taut rope attached my rope-cor to my knees to make sure I couldn¡¯t stand up, just in case I somehow managed to struggle out of the ropes that tied my already bound ankles to the stool. Behind my back, Shadada was simrly trussed up and panting through several ropes wedged deep between her lips. I was wheezing through my own gag, desperately trying to catch my breath. We¡¯d fought them all the way through as they caught, bound, and imprisoned us. And then some more as they marched us through the titanic ship¡¯s corridors. Thanks to that I was damp with sweat and seawater, suffering under the constant pressure of ropes digging everywhere (especially my crotch and mouth), andpletely 100% out of strength. I had barely enough in me to lean my back against Shadada and whimper. She leaned her back to mine, letting out a pathetic whine. ¡°Looks like that¡¯s tight enough,¡± said our captor. ¡°Pheaff¡­¡± I panted, trying to move my immobile legs to ease the tension on my pussy. ¡°Nuhh ho highg¡­¡± ¡°Mehhwy¡­¡± moaned Shadada. ¡°Pheeff¡­¡± My begging stare only widened Captain Snaps¡¯ grin. ¡°Getfy, girls. You¡¯ll be sleeping, eating, shitting, and getting fucked in ropes for the month it takes us to reach the closest Underworld Market...¡± Fucked. I let out a horny ¡®ngggh¡¯, trembling. No matter how fucked we were, my horny ass ve-brain only got hotter and wetter. Behind me, Shadada meeped out her own sounds of arousal. ¡°...and putting you up for sale to the highest bidder.¡± Mmmph. Gods. Just the thought of being sold again, for the final time, into permanent very¡­ My head grew woozy. ¡°Mmmh, big luck for you girls too.¡± Captain Snaps leaned backwards, spreading her legs as she flipped her skirt up to slide dark fingers into her own rope-bound pussy. She started stroking, massaging the ropes against her clit. ¡°You¡¯ll have a good lil¡¯ while to getfy in your new ve life. Be good to my crew and I might even join you in a sesh or¨C¡± A low boom reverberated through the ship. Snaps frowned. She snapped her fingers and a tin-can phone attached to a rope dropped from the ceiling. ¡°What in Kraken¡¯s unlubed ass is going on over there youzy faggots?¡± ¡°CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! Demons are attacking us!¡± ¡°Demons?¡± Snaps¡¯ frown deepened. ¡°Demons captain! Imps. So many imps the ropes are getting overwhelmed, bondaging them all. And subi and more! Sky¡¯s full of them.¡± ¡°Aaand?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± the sailor on the other end hesitated. ¡°Demons! Big scary demons!¡± ¡°Shut the fuck up crabwit moron,¡± shouted Snaps to the sailor. ¡°Take out the sacred dildos and put on the chastity ropes. A tiny little pandemonium of demons won¡¯t even scratch the Tied Titan.¡± ¡°But¨C¡± ¡°No buts! Deal with it, or spend the next season bound in the brig and without sex.¡± ¡°AYE AYE CAPTAIN!¡± The ¡®call¡¯ ended. Snaps clicked her tongue, shaking her head. ¡°Sometimes I wonder what¡¯s the point. I could enjoy the fine life as a bondage mage without all the hassle. But¡­¡± Her gaze returned to us, flicking down to my tummy, where the rune of tracking was branded over my womb. ¡°Hmm. S¡¯pose we¡¯ll make a detour through Perilmuda¡¯s Rectangle to lose the scryers and trackers.¡± Snaps flicked her fingers. Ropes flowed around her throne room. Tied Titan¡¯s hull groaned. The ship tilted ever so slightly as it altered course. ¡°Now¡­¡± Snaps dragged her tongue across her lips, her golden eyes devouring us. ¡°Captain is gonna have her lil¡¯ fun.¡± She removed her skirt entirely, spreading her tanned legs wide. Ropes slithered over her hips, winding to bind her hips and thighs in a harness to match ours. Snaps groaned, biting her lips as the ropes bit deeper into her smooth slit and formed a big knot against her rear entrance. Her rope top unraveled, too. It bound her body from neck to rump in a shibari to mirror ours. Some ropes snaked around down her left arm and wrestled it behind her back. Her right arm they bound up to the elbow, leaving enough wiggle-room to allow the pirate captain to continue touching herself. ¡°Ah~¡± Snaps¡¯ eyes fluttered. Her breath grew shorter and hotter as ropes choked her neck and torso. ¡°Lucky little ve bitches¡­¡± When her fingers pressed against the rope over her clit, I jolted. ¡°Mmghp!¡± A sudden pressure increased against my poor rope-crushed clitty. Behind me, Shadada moaned. Snaps increased the pressure, sliding her fingers up and down the pussy rope, huffing as she stared at us. The sensation of her strong gentle fingers transferred through the magic ropes. I felt them caress my sex. Pressure eased and intensified, rotating anguid cycle over my sensitive girly bits. ¡°Hnngf¡­ Haanghf¡­¡± I forgot to breathe once and immediately struggled with light-headedness. My harness cinched my chest and squeezed my breasts with every breath. And the cor hugged me like a choking hand whenever I identally struggled too much. My weight pressed the anal knot deeper, spreading my sphincter up¨C It slipped inside. I screamed out a moan, wide eyed. Snaps had pressed the rope-knot up her own ass, while keeping her thumb on the slit-rope. She rotated the small ball of rope inside herself, thrusting her hips upwards to fuck herself on the ropes. I whined out a cry of helpless pleasure, slumping against Shadada¡¯s back. My bondage wedged itself deeper into my hips with each of her thrusts. Each second felt like I was getting groped by horny and cruel ws of a huge beast, while simultaneously enduring the sensuous touch of truly expert fingers. Trussed up as I was, all I could do was drool and suffer through it, sucking in air while enduring the forced rope fap. Behind me, Shadada came violently, whimpering and moaning pathetic sounds into her gag. I caught a side-eyed nce of her ¨C my hot muscr elf pdin, all tied up, flushed to the ears, helplessly aroused, and cumming her brains out. I started cumming. ¡°Ngh¡­ Ahh, close,¡± murmured Snaps. She controlled her ropes to tighten her cor. My first orgasmic moan was cut off by theyers of rope around my neck choking me. While my lower body spasmed against the climax and bondage, I struggled against asphyxiation. ¡°Almost¡­¡± croaked Snaps. All at once, all around me, the ropes dug deeper into a crushing tightness. I felt my limbs numb from the pressure and saw my soft body yield under the harsh bite of the ck cables. My orgasm still ongoing, I tried kicking, struggling, and screaming, but managed only to wiggle my tail and wrists. ckness curled on the edges of my vision. My body burned, nerves firing pure pleasure. Did I cum again? Yep. Snaps sure did too, and when she did the tension released. We all gasped for air, shivering, melting against our ropes, basking in the sweet sweet bliss. Air cooled, giving us goosebumps. ¡°CAPTAIN CAPTAIN! A bunch of mages appeared and summoned an ice storm!¡± ¡°Grrrr!¡± Snaps caught the can phone with her partially free hand, shouting into it, ¡°Then get out the all-temp bodysuits, or do I need toe up there and rub your useless skulls together until they start a fire?!¡± ¡°But Captain, the suits are kinda lewd and the crew is already horny from fighting demons.¡± ¡°Then put on some vibes and get your skank asses off! Now get off the phone and stay off until something actually serious happens, or I¡¯ll sell you to the next tribe we find as a breeding ve!¡± ¡°AYE AYE CAPTAIN!¡± Snaps growled, releasing the phone. ¡°Useless lesbian faggots the bunch of them¡­ can¡¯t find a single pirate with two braincells in all the ten seas these days¡­¡± her mutterings grew inaudible. I had a chance to recover, and nudged Shadada. ¡°Huu hokay?¡± ¡°Nngghh~ Mm-hm¡­¡± Her fingers found mine and we held hands, squeezing each others¡¯ for courage andfort, knowing full well we were about to endure much worse than this. ¡°Enjoyable, yes?¡± Snaps asked, her good mood returning as sheid her eyes on us. ¡°I like to rub off a big release before ¡®marination¡¯. Makes it harder to cum from squirming.¡± Her ropes moved again, and this time so did ours. She bound her arms fully behind her back and wrapped her legs into one helpless package. Now, with Snaps¡¯ bodypletely trussed up like ours, ropes attached to us all from the ceiling. They wrapped my hair into a sloppy ponytail and pulled my hair. Another fixed to my cor, third to my chest, fourth to my hips, and fifth to my ankles. We were lifted from our chairs and hoisted off the floor. My weight settled against the bondage, making an already tight tie feel all the tighter. Ropes folded my legs back and pulled my hair to force my back into an arch. My ponytail was fixed to my ankles, while my neck, chest, and hips (namely my crotch) bore my weight. All three of us hung there, partially upright so we could see each other squirm. ¡°Mnnngh¡­¡± Snaps wiggled her slender body, struggling ineffectively against her own magic. Her movements tugged on my ropes, digging them into all the good spots. ¡°Getfy girls, unless the world ends, we¡¯re going to spend the whole day wiggling with each other.¡± Snaps opened her mouth wide and said ¡®aaahng¡¯ as the ck ropes wound multiple loops through her mouth, giving her the same lewd wedge-gag that was forcing drool like a dumb slut. And then we marinated. Our bodies writhed slowly, able to do little more than wiggle and moan. Yet every motion was amplified by Snaps grinding against her bondage, trying desperately to rub herself off on her dripping wet crotch-ropes. For good long moments I hung from the ceiling, feasting my eyes on two fellow subs sharing my peril. I tried to chase a climax too, but for every restrained hip-thrust I managed, the orgasm took two running steps further away. All I did was arouse myself further. My bottom was smoldering, aching for the butt-knot to press deeper and prate me again. The ship rocked violently and we swung with it. My face smacked into Snaps¡¯ boobs. Shadada¡¯s knees struck her head. ¡°MMhhrp! Haunnhhh Ohw ohw ohw¡­¡± Snaps whined as we kept swinging. ¡°CAPTAIN CAPTAIN!¡± ¡°WHahh ihh ih!¡± Snaps screamed into the can phone through her gag, face red with frustration. ¡°Captain, it¡¯s total chaos. Captain! There¡¯s bounty hunters riding whales. United Merchant vessels. A dryad tribe shooting vines at Tied Titan. We¡¯re losing, Captain. They¡¯ve boarded and it¡¯s not looking good. We could use a hand here.¡± Screams and moans could be heard in the background of the ¡®phonecall¡¯. Snaps growled. Her gag slid off. ¡°Phtyi¡­ Haahhh¡­ Fine. You useless maggots, I¡¯ll handle this myself. But when I do, and when all is done, I¡¯m donating your worthless ass into a canned tentacle factory.¡± ¡°AYE AYE CAPTAIN! PLEASE HURRY IT¡¯S¨C AAAARRGGHH! Ngh! They¡¯ve got me Captaaahgn~¡± Sloppy sex noises reced conversation. Snaps muttered curses. She cast us a re and revealed her ultimate magic. Ropes began gathering to her from all around the throne chamber. They wound around her body, tightening and deepening an already punishing harness. Snaps grit teeth, suppressing a moan as her body was wrapped up, engulfed, and finally cocooned in rope. A curvy torso of a ck rope-giant began to form around her body. Thick limbs of coiled muscle sprouted from the ropy goliath. An erotic sliver of her body from pubic mound to now fully bound face remained visible in the torso, giving the impression of a helpless girl trapped within a mountain of rope. She probably wasn¡¯t in full control of the ck Rope, because she tried to resist it from pressing a thick rope-knot gag into her mouth, andined when it tightened. Whatever the case, Snaps piloted her rope-giant out and into the noisy corridors outside. She closed the door behind her. What she didn¡¯t seem to have realized was that the rope giant had stolen some of our ropes. We were on the floor now, kicking our legs furiously. Ropes loosened around my ankles. I struggled them off, then began grinding my thighs to undo my loosened knee-bindings. Shadada flopped and rolled on the floor, managing to shed everything from her legs, except the uppermost thigh-ropes which were attached to her harness. She wormed over to help me do the same. ¡°Our chance!¡± I said (tranted from gag-speech.) She replied in simr moans and gagged groans, ¡°Yep, better run before shees back.¡± We managed to get upright. Walking bound was tough at best of times, doubly difficult with how every motion seemed to tighten something elsewhere. But, after a bit of moaning and huffing, we managed to walk to the door. ¡°It¡¯s unlocked,¡± said Shadada (still tranted from gag-speech). ¡°What¡¯s the n? Everyone¡¯s gonna try capture us again.¡± ¡°She mentioned a storm. Maybe we can steal raft and crash into an ind. Nobody¡¯s gonna find us in Perilmuda¡¯s Rectangle.¡± ¡°Gotcha.¡± We were now sneaking through the wooden hallways, listening to the distant sounds of battle and sex. Shadada looked all focused and serious, making her trussed-up damsel look all the sexier. I got really hot and bothered from following her rope-wrapped ass. Two of us were still weak-kneed from pleasure and so deliciously helpless. My pulse raced as we hid in tight crevices and closets, while waiting for people to run past us. The thought of being discovered and captured had my head spinning with a carnival of horny thoughts. And the same went for my pdin. Shadada was flushed, her dark nipples erect, and her eyes rowed my bound curves. We almost ruined our chances when I started making out with her and teasing her with my tail, but my Shadada was strong and said we had to continue. A couple corners and corridorster we ran into a gaggle of imps wrestling with full pirates in enchanted skinsuits. Both noticed us and started chasing. A chill of arousal ran through my body. ¡°Run!¡± I hurried after Shadada. Lassoes and rope flew at us, but the two warring factions kept each other from catching us. We lost them for a second and Shadada hopped into a barrel. ¡°Quickly, hide!¡± I dove in, nting my face against her elfy bits and tucking my own thighs and tail in around her head. We squirmed a bit to hide better. Ropes rubbed against me. My body became aware of the tight confines of the barrel and the sweaty soft elf-curves squished against me.The scent of her dripping pussy had my head spin. I couldn¡¯t help but grind a little against my crotch-ropes with her roped up pussy pressed against my face. Steps of our pursuers surrounded the hallway around us. Shouts and orders were barked a few feet above us. If they so much as nced our way they¡¯d find us. They¡¯d nail a lid on our barrel, seal us in, and haul us to be sold off as canned ves. Gosh, I was struggling to hold it in. I grit my teeth, biting down on sounds of pleasure, while grinding my groin on my pdin¡¯s face. Shadada suppressed a moan. She clenched her muscr thighs and abs in an attempt to masturbate a little, but my horned head restricted her movements too much. Poor elf was stuck having to watch me wiggle against her face! ¡°Unfair,¡± she gag-whispered. I smirked. My girl hadn¡¯t seen unfair yet. Free of bondage, my smooth pointy ended tail slid around my thighs, through the tight ropework, and straight into my slit. I brought the show a little closer to her face as I began smugly tailfucking myself. Her breath grew heavier as I shlicked away at myself. Her clenched muscles began trembling. I was close. Suddenly, a convulsion seized my lower body. An avnche of pleasure ambushed me and tore a scream from my lips. Thinking fast, I buried my face into Shadada¡¯s inner thigh, muffling my horny cries by smothering myself. I felt a squirt of pleasure during the first waves of release. ¡°Who spat on me?¡± cried out some random extra in the background. ¡°You fucker, don¡¯t think I didn¡¯t see it!¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t do nutting!¡± said someone else. Distantly, I was aware of the sound of a punch giving someone¡¯s nose a new shape. My brain was focused on pleasure though. And a little mischief. I withdrew my pussy coated tail and slobbered it against Shdada¡¯s helplessly blushing face. The elf¡¯s breathing grew wilder. I could hear her tiny suppressed whimpers. My slimy appendage squirmed over her gagged face, burrowed a tip into her nostril, slid past her rope-gag to smear my taste on her tongue, and then wrapped tight around her neck, before finally reaching to fondle for her pointy ear. Shadada¡¯s toes began scratching the bottom of our barrel. Her body wiggled wildly against bondage, wood, and my own body. She bit hard on the gag and shoved her face into my cushy thighs to drown her screams. I squished and fondled her sensitive pointy ear, my wet tail doing the work of a half-dozen tongues. Slowly, I inched the tip into her ear itself, beginning to rim it. My elf exploded. The musk of her orgasm filled my head. Her body threatened to crush me dead. Slimy girl juice spurted all over my face and her own bound thighs and abs. My face glued against them, sealing my airways. For a moment there, I identally squeezed her neck too hard while trying to squirm myself into a spot where I could breathe again. The choking only got her off harder. We struggled to stay alive for a few scarousing moments of mutual asphyxiation, though luckily it was resolved by just rxing. ¡°Let none say that I, Ion, am not as benevolent as I am fuckable,¡± I said to Shadada once danger had passed. ¡°Nnngh, I¡¯ll remember this.¡± ¡°You better! Anyhow, looks like they¡¯re gone?¡± We paused gag-speech for a bit to listen. Sounds of conflict were distant again. ¡°Cool, let¡¯s get out and get off this boat,¡± said Shadada. So we spent the next fifteen-twenty minutes or so wriggling and moaning in the barrel,menting our idiot decision to squeeze two tightly tied girls into it. Eventually, we managed to topple it and escape. We ran up, following the helpful ¡®fire exit¡¯ signs (gotta appreciate magic pirates for being safety conscious), snuck past some imps who were fucking pirates they¡¯d captured, then past pirates who¡¯d likewise captured some shortstack imps, then past pirates fucking just ¡®cos, and then some imps and pirates and mages and totally random bounty-hunters engaging in what looked like a fun capture-bondage-orgy thingy. Seemed to be some hot sex magics involved there, but we didn¡¯t linger. Shadada and I burst onto the second deck ayer beneath the main one. This had outdoor ess on the edges. Howling winds nipped my skin like an arctic beast, threatening to sweep us off our feet. Sideways hail and rain battered the ship¡¯s hull. Waves taller than some mountains rose in the shape of curvaceous water elementals, who rocked the multitude of ships and magical vessels locked in a fierce naval disagreement. shes of magic and cannons turned the storm-shrouded world into a slide-show of epic battles and intense duels. With so many factions vying to capture me, Tied Titan¡¯s were clearly outmatched. It was only a matter of time until their vessel was overrun. Shadada spotted one of the many life-boats hanging on the side and we dashed aboard. ¡°Hehehe, they¡¯ve no idea we¡¯re gone,¡± I grinned, using my tail to check the cabins. The boat was packed with survival stuff! ¡°Jackpot! We¡¯re set for a hot survival episode.¡± Shadada was doing her best unmooring us with just her toes. ¡°Any knives there? The ropes are kinda tough.¡± A helpful knife cut the mooring rope before her. ¡°Thanks,¡± said Shadada. ¡°My, such polite captives,¡± said Captain Snaps. I cursed. Shadada cursed. The captain had lost much of her rope golem suit. It revealed her head and torso now, though its limbs were still more than strong enough to take on two tied up girls. ¡°Bunch of shrimpbrained cowards,¡± Snaps muttered, undoing the ropes. ¡°You two skanks better pray your butts are worth this trouble, ¡®cos if I can¡¯t retire on your bounty¨C¡± Bonk. Snaps received two cans of tomatoes to her head and fell. The sucker had turned her back to us, but little did she know we were more than two helpless tied up girls. Between the two of us, we had more than enough bondage experience to throw improvised projectiles at unsuspecting victims. Thest of the mooring ropes snapped. Snaps stumbled backwards into the cabin and we all lost our footing as the lifeboat crashed against the raging sea. Darkness and cold engulfed us, drowning out our screams. Everything rocked and shook. Furniture and supplies flew all over the ce. Wood groaned. I caught a glimpse of the battle. All of a sudden, it had be a distant dot of light in the storm. Then we hit something and the boat broke. Shadada, somehow free of her ropes, had enough wits about her to gather me and Snaps onto a big chunk of the wreckage. We held on for dear life, riding a rollercoaster of mountain-high waves, flying through the air, away from the battle, until one wave mmed us into a beach. It wasn¡¯t death-cold anymore, the storm had turned into a drizzle, and the sand was super soft. Also, after a day of excitement and orgasms, I was ready to tap out. I crawled a few feet forward, gathered some sand into a pillow, and took a tactical nap. The following day me and Shadada (two world renowned subby sluts) got a bit stumped trying to figure out what to do with the sexy pirate captain we had captured. Stranded Stranded ¡°Ever been stranded before?¡± I asked Shadada, staring up at her taut naked ass. It was wiggling some four meters above me in a tropical tree right where the beach met the jungle. She grunted and something snapped. A huge moon-shaped fruit (not banana) covered in what looked like leaf noodles dropped before me. ¡°Ran out of rations once or twice on an adventure, but never stranded. Not like this.¡± Shadada yanked loose another fruit. I picked them up as they fell. Each was easily the size of my forearm, kinda wiggly, and very grab happy with those still worming leaf-noodles. Sadly, we had work to do, so I was keeping them far away from my body. ¡°Not much of a boater, huh?¡± My eyes drifted between her privates, ass, and athletic back. ¡°Girl, I live ¨C lived ¨C in a port town¨C¡± ¡°Sorry about that by the way, your home.¡± Shadada waved off my apology, like it was no big deal. ¡°And I was the zealous pdin of a pervy goddess¨C¡± ¡°You¡¯re wee~¡± She chuckled and dropped another fruit. ¡°I did travel. A lot. Just wasn¡¯t escorting a former pervy goddess with a ¡®please enve and breed me¡¯ magically tattooed to her horny ass womb when I did¡­¡± ¡°Nngh¡­¡± I slid a hand over my belly, tracing the lewd curves of Noi¡¯s magical brand. ¡°Shaddie, you know I get horny when you put it like that.¡± ¡°You get horny from just breathing.¡± ¡°Heh, fair. Tho, kinda not true. I am a true connoisseur of degradation and bondage, an envement aficionado. I am divinely horny. And my masochism and sluttery are only possible due to my godly virtues.¡± A fruit dropped on my head. ¡°Ow? Hey!¡± ¡°You¡¯ll need to practice that speech a lil bit or get used to fruits thrown at you,¡± said Shadada, sliding down the tree. I threw a not-banana right back at her. To my dismay, she caught it and made it look cool when she did so. Gosh, that elf could be such a sexy annoying smuglet when she tried! We gathered the fruits and started back towards our ¡®base¡¯. ¡°We won¡¯t be founding one of those stuffy speech-and-sermon kinda religions. What I¡¯ve in mind is more of a cult.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve been thinking?¡± Shadada raised a brow. ¡°Yeah. Surprised?¡± ¡°Awed. Ion, the fallen goddess hath performed her first miracle.¡± ¡°Bitch! Oh and by the way I think getting peppered with fruits and whatnot might be fun. Imagine being shackled or in stocks in middle of a town and getting fucked and fruited by the townsfolk as some punishment.¡± ¡°Hot.¡± ¡°Yeah, so, I was thinking. This religion business. It¡¯s probably gonna be more like a cult. Don¡¯t have the details down too well yet, and I do need a few more apostles and real miracles to gather power. BUT. Okay, imagine this¡­¡± ¡°Imagining bouncy goddess tiddies.¡± Shadada nodded along a little over-eagerly, making fun of me (at least I think she was making fun of me.) ¡°Hidden in cloistered lesbian monasteries sprinkled throughout the known world¨C¡± ¡°Where do I sign?¡± ¡°You¡¯re already in dumbo, don¡¯t interrupt.¡± ¡°Shit. Nice. ¡°Hidden in what I just said are a priesthood of mysterious priestesses dedicated to the Bound Goddess ¨C that¡¯s me! ¨C who sacrifice their nubile flesh and bodies in various lewd rituals to calm and appease powerful entities and natural disasters through submission, bondage, and various forms of humiliation. It¡¯s all about hot and nubile priestesses, and why not some femmy priest boys, dressing up slutty and gaining my divine favor through bondage and submission. The bigger the peril they get in, the more divine power I give them! That way they can use my miracles to get out of really tough situations, if they don¡¯t wanna spend their lives as some tentacle-monsters egg-storage for example. Through prayer and sex they will appease and satisfy the dangers threatening good people of this world!¡± ¡°Okay¡­ yeah, that does sound like you.¡± ¡°Yeah! And I was thinking about some rituals and stuff. It could have faithful volunteering themselves for public use, raising morale by parading their bound bodies through streets ofrge cities, setting up Peril Poles ¨C holy locations where they may be bound to calm the horny horrors of remote locations ¨C and sacrificial shrines, and doing a bondage pilgrimage journey around the world from freedom to very where they beg for spare change in exchange for being fucked in towns they visit.¡± We had arrived at the camp. Shadada sat on the huge squiggly tree we¡¯d set up around and got to peeling the fruits. Inside the bark-like wrapping was a surprisingly sturdy and somewhat slimy flesh, with an additional advantage of making your tongue tingle upon contact. Meanwhile, former Captain Snaps continued to grunt and groan as she struggled while slowly rotating a couple feet above the beach. We¡¯d strung her up with thebined skill of two lifelong rope bunnies, and honestly I¡¯m pretty proud of realizing I could do damn fine knots. Despite us having like half a loop of regr rope (not Snaps¡¯ magical stuff), we¡¯d managed to give her a sturdy crotch-harness that also folded up her tanned legs and bound them ankle-to-ass. Given theck of rope, we¡¯d simply fixed her arms at elbows and wrists and then attached them to her rear to leave her in a very rear-bnced hog-tie. In my infinite benevolence as a goddess of all things good in the world, I¡¯d also given her a snug rope cor to choke slightly on and two taut loops of rope-gag, between which I¡¯d pinned her tongue for extra drool and embarrassment. I plopped next to her. ¡°Sup, Captain. Spot any rescuers?¡± She tried to blow matted abyss-blue hair off of her eye to re her golden eyes at me. When that failed, Snaps instead resorted to growling. Shit. The sight of her. My pussy throbbed with jealousy and second-hand masochism. I began biting my lip as my eyes trailed over her sea-toned curves, and the cage of ropes that bit into her crotch in all the right spots. ¡°You know, Shadada¡­¡± ¡°You kinda wish we could be the ones tied and captive on an abandoned ind instead? Yea,¡± she said casually, tossing me a fully peeled fruit. ¡°What?¡± I gave her a nk stare and failed to catch it. The arm-length slime curve smacked on my tits and bounced off. ¡°When¡¯d you start reading minds?¡± She snorted, giving me a grin of elfish smugness. ¡°All thanks to me being a devout apostle. And my goddess having two horny and tied up brain cells.¡± Snaps chuckled, and said through her gag, ¡°Now, now, don¡¯t you worry, little miss ve. I¡¯ll have you two tied and ready for market the moment I get out of these...¡± ¡°Two?¡± I feigned outrage. ¡°I¡¯ll have you know one doesn¡¯t reach this level of sluttery with anything less than a gxy worth of horny!¡± Shadada tossed one unpeeled fruit aside and approached me with two, still grinning as she nudged my chin up with one of them. ¡°Right. My bad. How could I ever¡±¨Cshe punctuated by pressing the other fruit¡¯s tip against my tummy¨C¡±appease and make it right with my dumb-ass god-slut?¡± Right beside us, Snaps intensified her struggling efforts, huffing and sweating and moaning as she only managed to add pressure on her crotch-ropes. ¡°Nnnghh.¡± I held my ground, balling my fists as the floppy fruit¡¯s tip left translucent smears of fruit-stuff all over the lewd tracking mark over my womb. I groaned, ¡°Shdada¡­¡± ¡°Yes, my goddess?¡± Her cheeks were flushed as well, her pupils just as wide with arousal as mine, and her glistening elf-pussy just as wet as mine. ¡°Nnnh¡­¡± I didn¡¯t borate further. She continued tracing the fruit around my hips, circling a safe distance around my sensitive spots. My body shivered. My nipples stiffened. My clit and lips swelled and my pussy ached. Thoughts began to melt away into subby euphoria. I had to act quick! Decisively, I seized the fruit beneath my chin. While staring my lust straight into Shadada¡¯s eyes, I rolled my tongue around the slime-coated tip and eased the thick fruit into my mouth with a long drawn-out and very satisfied mmmmnph. Gyrating my hips against the tip that refused to even tease my opening, I began to swallow. And, as I eased it into my throat, I reached out to Shadada¡¯s chin, parting her lips with my thumb. ¡°Nngh. Shit.¡± Shadada shuddered and the dam broke. In a rush of movement, our gorgeous bodies entangled on the beach. My elf-slut swallowed her share of the fruit, tears swelling in her eyes when it began prating her throat. The two of uspeted to deep-throat it, slurping and moaning as our curves ground each other¡¯s and our hands rushed to slip the other fruit inside us. I ended on top of the muscr pdin and slipped. Gravity thrust thest few inches of the fruit down our throats, eliciting a united whimper from us as our noses bumped. Shadada had already gotten herself prated by her half of the other fruit and was melting, while making soft choking noises. She tried to get handsy with my ass and start humping me. I made a frustrated sound. The crotch-fruit stood between my thighs, taunting me! Understanding lit up Shadada¡¯s eyes. She moaned in agreement. Then, like a teasing bitch she is, began milking my breasts and nipples instead of groping my ass. Further sounds of frustration were turned to drooling gurgles by the stuff in my throat. I tried to reason with her. She answered my whimpers by grinning around the pale-green nt gagging her and began sloooowly twisting my nips. Hurry up, she implied. I made about every pathetic little sound on the as I tried to scamper up. However, the shared dildo-gag held my face in ce, and Shadada had my nipples imprisoned in a pinch. Still, after a lot of groaning and acrobatic back curving, I managed to raise my ass up high, high enough to get past the tip of the fruit standing out of her¨C Holy shit, it was high. I paused, a thrill of dread running through me. That wasn¡¯t a foot-long fruit. The length she¡¯d left for me to prate myself on was down-right lethal lengths of cock. Nipple twist intensified. I cried out. I had to hurry! Holding myself up on the tips of my hooves as I aimed the curved thing against my slit. It slid in embarrassingly easily. My thirsty slut-hole swallowed up sticky Ion-spreading inches and squished against her wet pussy. Sounds of stupid drooled out of my mouth. My eyelids fluttered and the horny-nerves in my brain fired up. My still twisted nipples burned with pain. Tears blurred my vision. nt cock filled me up all the way to the womb and dented the entrance inward. My swollen mound bumped against Shadada¡¯s and all strength fled my body as orgasm tightened my belly and thighs. Muscles of the sexy tan elf beneath spasmed as she came with me. Hands found mine. Fingers entwined. We stared each other in dumb orgasming eyes, singing a pathetic duet of gurgling moans as our hot, sweaty, and clenched orgasming lower bodies ground against each other, suffering through the choking-thick fruits shoved in our throats. I sought my asshole with my tail and began teasing it with the tip, adding a bit of anal masturbation to the first high. Except Shadada found out, grabbed my tail, and turned it from soft tease to brutal tailfuck. As revenge, I started massaging her elf ears and melted the muscles beneath me into helpless goo. Above us, the former captain squirmed in her ropes. No longer escaping, she was shamelessly rubbing against her crotch-rope, while watching us. The¡­ uh breakfast took a while, but at least we got our vitamin-O for the morning. With spit and girl-slime coated fruits in our bellies, and our prisoner fed, we took a dip in the sea to wash off the worst sweat. By happenstance, we found some shipwreck. Tattereds, scraps of stuff, more rope, stuff like that. Son, naturally, Shadada and I spent an hour or maybe two trying to fashion them into makeshift clothes for us. And by clothes I mean of course some sexy shipwreck lingerie. Seriously, what kinda self respecting soon to be submissive goddess would wear anything but stuff that makes her look like a total sn? I fashioned a bit ofrge fis into a pair of rather tight stockings that bit into my thighs juicily. A tiniest strip of leather and some-thread became my thongs. Shadada helped me wrap fis and leather strips into a fun top to hold my breasts. My pdin decided to leave her tits hanging in the open. A great look with her tan, muscles, and cool scars, so we just wrapped her in a very see-through dress. While dressing up, the topic of ¡®okay what the heck now¡¯ came up. ¡°So, okay, sexy outfits? Check. Beach sex? Check, but we¡¯ll have more. A captive? Check.¡± Snaps made an aggressive ¡®mrrrph¡¯ against her rope-gag. We¡¯d switched her bondage into a tight rope straightjacket with a punishingly tight diamond harness. The crotch-ropes she had were thicker than my thong. Her legs were free to walk (though roped up individually in squishy harnesses just for funsies [and because her dark legs looked hot bound]), but we had her rope cored and leashed so she wasn¡¯t running away anytime soon. ¡°Guess the next step is to explore, run into exotic sexy fauna and tentacle nts, get captured by them, and stuffed by nt cum. Then¡­ Eep!¡± A sharp spank on the ass interrupted me. ¡°Holdup there. You¡¯re not a goddess right now. We¡¯ve gotta restore your power before getting into any of those permanent bad end situations.¡± ¡°Oh right yea. The horny cult. Yup yup, oki-doki, so¡­¡± Uuugghh, thinking hard. Why am I such cum-slut for brains? Shadada, thankfully, noticed that I¡¯d ran out of brain cells for the day. My savior! ¡°We could look around here for some locals to start your cult with?¡± She nced at the prey magic brand over my womb. ¡°Preferably non-mages and people not involved with higher ne stuff, or we¡¯ll get you captured.¡± ¡°Capturing might be fine actually.¡± I touched my lips, thinking hard. ¡°Like, we need apostles, ok we¡¯ve got one Shadada¡­¡± She flexed. ¡°...one very hot and stronk Shadada, yes, very good¡­¡± ¡°Ahhhnn.¡± She put on a vulnerable expression, folding her arms behind her back. ¡°The Pdin of Peril.¡± ¡°...aaahh-ha-ha! I love it! Good job! Tho you¡¯ll be more like an angel once I get powers to give you a celestial body.¡± ¡°Hm?¡± Her face pinched cutely in deep thought. ¡°Had envisioned myself as sorta peril-prone pdin type, what would I be the angel of then?¡± ¡°Or saint, or messenger, doesn¡¯t matter so much, but you gonna be immortal and have some extra divine powers.¡± ¡°I wish to be the sort of apostle who represents horny masochist pdins and warriors, the ones who sacrifice themselves not out ofpassion and altruism, but due to a need to be stomped on and captured,¡± she said, voice serious. My girl had thought about this. Gosh, it made me a bit weak in the hooves. How lucky was I to have a gal pal/roommate/totally just a friend like this who wanted to be my sexy apostle, share bdsm sex, and kiss and cuddle whenever? ¡°Totally love you by the way,¡± I said tonically. Shadada grabbed my top and pulled me into a kiss. ¡°I¡¯ll be your angel of subby tough girls.¡± Have I mentioned that she has a super husky and hot voice that¡¯s magnified ten times hotter when she holds me by the cor and stares into my eyes from ten centimeters away? Probably have, but I¡¯ll say it again. The way she purred made me feel like I was ready to ovte and have her elf babies. ¡°Nngggh¡­¡± Biting my lips, I slid myself against her. ¡°I¡¯ll be your helpless little goddess.¡± Her eyes fluttered. Shadada drew in a sharp breath. ¡°Shit. Uh, think we¡¯re gonna need to invent some ritual to tie up your purple little ass.¡± Snaps started making angry pirate noises. ¡°Oh sush you.¡± I turned back to my angel. ¡°Ummm, what kinda rituals?¡± ¡°You helpless. Me helpless. Your face between my thighs.¡± Poof went my thoughts. We had a little bit more beach sex before beginning our stranded adventures. Well, a lot more beach sex actually. A lot lot. A maybe touch too much? Who can say¡­ Um, four dayster, Shadada¡¯s skin had turned from tan to dark brown and my own skin had darkened from light lc to dark purple, which was a first for me! And kinda hot. Snaps had attempted escape numerous times one the first two days, but calmed by day three. By day four, we kept the captain ungagged, though still securely bound. I held her leash, following behind Shadada as we burrowed into the imprable wall of jungle-green. An exotic ambiance of chirps, chitter, and monkey hoots reced the sea. Sweet and verdant scents filled my nose. ¡°Mmmh, stocks of shame,¡± said Snaps, answering my question. ¡°Consisted of four boards of wood to form three stocks. The top one had slots for wrists, the middle one one for the ass to stick through. And a final board to lock the ankles. Stripped and pped into it, any uppity sailor turned into a good little fuckpet.¡± ¡°Ever tried it yourself?¡± I asked. Lush undergrowth tickled my legs with each step. Soft moss and nts crushed beneath my hooves. A flowering liana brushed my head, and the flowers erupted in tiny tentacle tongues, which tangled with my horns. ¡°Hey!¡± I started plucking them off, shouting excitedly. ¡°Shadada! It¡¯s a tentacle jungle! A tentacle jungle!¡± ¡°Yup.¡± Taut elf ass ahead of me turned. ¡°We need to get ourselves tentacle fucked here.¡± ¡°Sure. Once we find some safe spot.¡± ¡°We must, sorry, Snaps, you were saying?¡± ¡°Ahhng!¡± The leash pulled taut. A tentacle vine had wrapped around her face and looped around it. Tied up, she was unable to stop the flowers-tendrils from raping her. One prated her nose, two others rubbed into her ears, one wrestled her tongue into submission, and a fifth flower just pulled at her lips. Jelly. Not gonna lie. I¡¯d have liked to be in her ce. But, s, the burden of captive takers is such that we can¡¯t allow ourselves to be bound. ¡°Wait, Shadada, got trouble here.¡± I went to help untangle the tentacles. Holding Snaps¡¯ cor, I pulled the ones out of her ears, eliciting girly whimpers from the piratess. Her eyes teared up as the nose flower dug deeper, but I got it out. One that wrapped around her tongue was the toughest to remove. When I pulled, it tightened its grip. ¡°It¡¯s kinda stuck. Um, you wouldn¡¯t mind being gagged by a flower for today would you?¡± Snaps whined helplessly as I pulled her tongue out. ¡°Yeah, yeah, sorry, bear with it for a bit¡­¡± Plop. I fell back and pulled her on top of me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and smeared mine with a sweet nectary taste. I kissed on instinct. Snaps writhed, let out a small whine, and submitted into the kiss. And damn she was a gorgeous kisser. Tight and thoroughly roped curves rubbed against my barely clothed skin. My pussy heated up. A strong slithering touch curled up around my wrist. With rm, I noticed the ground had opened with a wet gaping maw filled with appendages, many of which crawled towards us. ¡°Nope!¡± Shadada¡¯s foot stomped the tentacle. Strong hands pulled us both on her shoulders and carried us away from the pit. ¡°Not here yet. Gotta set up a base first.¡± I clenched my thighs and let out a frustrated groan. ¡°But¡­ C¡¯mon! Aah!¡± ¡°Shelter first, then fun.¡± Shadada spanked me right on my dripping slutty pussy. ¡°You agreed.¡± ¡°Yeah, but¨C Nhaahh!¡± Another spank. Sparks ran through my brain. ¡°Ahhggnn¡­ harder¡­¡± ¡°Na-uh. Dumb goddess can walk on her own.¡± Shadada dumped me cruelly on my two hooves. ¡°First work, then fun.¡± ¡°Ahh, fine. Hand me the leash.¡± She did and I continued tugging our pirate. ¡°Oh, nice kissing, Snaps.¡± ¡°Ah, yes¡­¡± She nced away, cheeks blushing. ¡°And yours was as expected of a former goddess.¡± ¡°Liked it?¡± I dragged a finger down my lips, licking it at her. ¡°We can kiss lotster if you want.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± She gave her bondage a token stretch. ¡°An enving piratess can hardlyin when her methods are used on her. Should you¡­ ravage me, I may have to ept my fate.¡± ¡°Nhhh. Good girl.¡± I was so gonna have her lick my clitter tonight. ¡°So, your punishment stocks? Ever tried.¡± Shadada continued stomping into the jungle, paving us a path. I followed. Snaps trailed after me. ¡°Yes! Of course, any good captain must know the punishment they wish to dole from first hand experience. How else would I know how to properly administer it?¡± ¡°Totally. I was thinking though, about my Peril Pole idea¡­ what if there¡¯s also some altars that anyone could submit into if they want a blessing. Get yourself pped into irons at some public location, or shackled to a b of rock with your ass thrust out, or your bodyid on it, get fucked and humiliated, and then receive a blessing.¡± ¡°Intriguing idea,¡± said Snaps wryly. ¡°But it would take quite the boon to tempt a casual worshiper into ruining their public image in such a way.¡± ¡°Maybe they can rent a dutex hood that covers their face, or a cor of disguise, or the bs have a disguise enchantment! Something like that could work. Exposing yourself publicly could be only for the most devoted followers, or be part of the rites of bing a priestess.¡± ¡°And the blessing?¡± she asked. ¡°Well, if I¡¯m gonna rule over a domain of submissive sluttery and bondage, it¡¯s gonna be something restraint or sex rted. Fertility boon? Appearance? Could make someone sexier. Luck in finding yourself in juicy perilous situations? Maybe a blessing that makes the next monster that captures you match your kinks and sexual desires more exactly?¡± ¡°Aaah, degenerate brainrot stuff.¡± ¡°Yeah?¡± I said, grinning at her. ¡°I¡¯ve admitted it. I was a shit goddess of knowledge. The worst. A total degenerate. So, if I¡¯m gonna be a goddess again, I¡¯ll embrace myself and be something subby sluts like me could worship.¡± Snaps shook her head, snorting. ¡°Insanity.¡± ¡°Hot degenerate insanity,¡± I corrected. ¡°Though, we do have a n so it¡¯s not really insanity anymore.¡± First we¡¯d climb up the cliffs, find shelter with a view of therge ind, spot a tribal settlement to head towards, and hopefully get enved and fucked once we find them. Why? Well, because I like to get tied up and have my holes fill¨C Oh, like in ¡®the big picture¡¯, why? Well, because ording to my current best knowledge, I needed to gain apostles, to establish traditions, and to perform miracles. And to do all those, I needed people or people-enough monsters. And what kind of miracles was I, a totally powerless albeit extremely sexily tanned now mortal drae in skimpy fuck-me outfit, nning on performing? Why, I nned on performing bondage sluttery so awesome that those witnessing it could not deny my divinity. That reality itself would acknowledge my godhood. Bondage Addict in a Tentacle Jungle Bondage Addict in a Tentacle Jungle ¡°Archangel Shadada, note that we dere this nt sacred and make someone import it,¡± I said, while lying on the ground, dripping nt goo, and watching my pdin grunt and huff as she wrestled a huge red Snaps-shaped purple bondage sack attached to a nt. All of a sudden, while I¡¯d taken a peek inside the gourd-like flower, it had snapped shut around me and constricted immediately with the force of a vacuum seal. While struggling against the bondage-sack, pollinating tentacles had slithered in that slimy space between my body and the petal, groping my slender curves as they crawled all over in search of holes. Currently, Snaps was getting the same treatment. The outline of her straitjacket bound figure was visible through the petal prison. She kept wiggling her hips as strong tentacles slid through her crotch ropes, seeking an opening. I could see her struggle to keep her lips pursed together as another pollinator tentacle tried to sneak into her mouth. As long as they weren¡¯t people eating and only used us as seedbeds, they¡¯d make wonderful toys. No lie, I was a bit jelly at our pirate captive. It¡¯d been several days¡­ heck more like a week? Wow, time does go fast when you¡¯re mortal. But yea, it¡¯d been a small eternity since I¡¯d worn anything remotely skin-tight, let alone dutex or some restrictive stuff. And the way that thing had hugged me¡­ Mmmmph! My fingers were sliding away, rubbing at my wet mound, massaging over the clitty as I watched Snaps writhe and resist pleasure and imagined myself in her ce. ¡°Ion!¡± shouted Shadada. Ahhh¡­ clever me, I could wrap my arms around myself in imaginary bondage and still masturbate with my tail. I hugged myself and mimicked Snaps¡¯ predicament, sliding my thick sloppy tail past my ass cheeks and into my slit. Centuries of tail-fucking had turned that clumsy appendage into something downright divinely skilled. ¡°Ion?¡± Shadada nced back at me, then sighed. ¡°Really? Now¡¯s a good time?¡± Moaning on the jungle ground, I brought myself to a climax simultaneously with the pirate. We did get Snaps out of trouble though. *** ¡°Archahhngel Shaaaada-daahhnn~ dhis is like tooooootally something we¡¯ve gotha¡­¡± I sucked in drool. ¡°...gotta have in the cult monasteries.¡± ¡°PULL! SNAPS PULL!¡± ¡°Nooohh, not yeet¨C aahh fuck!¡± My brain did a backflip as I sucked in a breath of the pink mist that big puffer flowers dotting the cavern-like hollow in the jungle. The gas made my body burn with heat and turned my muscles weak. Whileying there on the carpet of moss and attempting to touch myself with sluggish fingers, the moss-carpet beneath me hade alive. Countless little nublets and tendril-like ends writhed beneath me as one undting mass, rubbing my hardened nipples, massaging my skin. I pressed my hips against it and tiny moss tips began fondling my pubic mound, arousal stiffenedbia, and erect clitty through my leather thongs. Shadada and Snaps were out at the edge of the aphrodisiac mist, pulling at the rope leash between my wrist and Snaps¡¯ neck. Meanwhile, the soft pulsing caress of the moss was trying to slide me the other way, towards a womb-like cavern of moss between trees. s, they did save me in the end. *** ¡°Archangel Shadada, how is it?! Give me a number between hiatus and horny jail.¡± ¡°NNnnnggh! Oohhh, fuck! C-cumming!¡± My tan sexy elf had drawn the lucky stick and won the right to scout ahead through a suspicious meadow of hip height tentacle grass. Sadly, we couldn¡¯t all go, because if both of us ended in peril here, it might be a real game over. So poor me was left to chew on my pinkie, wiggle my thighs together, and rub at myself a little, while dreaming I could be where was. The tentacle thicket had reached up for her legs immediately. They wrapped around her, but were too slippery to restrain her fully helpless. Instead, she was wrestling her way through them, slowly pressing onwards through the mass, while countless slender tendrils licked up her legs, several sliding in and out of her ass and pussy with each step. She pulled at them and the tendrils bound her arms, only to release their grip when my muscle pdin grunted and pressed onwards through that writhing meadow. Had it been me there I couldn¡¯t have made it across. Not just ¡®cos I¡¯m probably weak as fuck from a¡­ uh a small godly lifetime of fapping and being a submissive sex-toy, but I¡¯d have probably submitted on the spot and let the tentacle grass turn me into whatever they wanted. O gosh, I really wanted some. Maybe if I¡­ Just a hooftip? I licked my lips, then bit on the lower one. Shadada let out another pre-orgasm moan. Nggh, gosh, why couldn¡¯t we all just get tangled up in those tentacles and get fucked silly? They didn¡¯t look that strong, so would it really matter if we did? Shadada could get us out. Some minutester, after I did a whoopsie and stumbled into the meadow, I had my throat forced open by three slick tendrils, my ass gaped by four, and my pussy pounded womb-deep by another handful. A nty smell and clear sloppy gunk coated my body and leaked out of my holes. A seemingly endless mass of weak-but-heavy grass tendrils wrapped me in an almost cocoon, pinning me against a mattress of squirming nts. They opposed my struggles like a gang of girls around my strength trying to kidnap me. I could¡¯ve escaped, probably. But why would I? *** Later that night, in a small hollow tree filled with warm bioluminescent lichen, while the three of us were scooping grass tentacle excrements from our girly bits and skin. ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s a problem,¡± grunted Shadada, grass tentacle goop from her hair. ¡°This a real thing?¡± asked Snaps, chuckling. ¡°T¡¯was a jest.¡± We¡¯d loosened her shibari enough to let her help clean herself, so she had her wrists bound before her now. Shadada cast me a strained look. ¡°Nope.¡± ¡°Hey? What gives? It looked so hot and¨C¡± ¡°We could have all gotten captured and be tentacle breeders.¡± ¡°Ahh, well, you see. About that, it¡¯s uhh¡­¡± Yeeeeah. I pretended to be super busy with cleaning my own hair. ¡°A moment.¡± ¡°So this will be a problem,¡± said Snaps. Shadada sighed. ¡°My thanks for your assistance, it was¨C¡± ¡°Not a problem.¡± Snaps chuckled. ¡°We are in the same shipwreck.¡± My elf gave her a smirk and a nod of appreciation. I tisked at them. How dare they? ¡°Such insolence before your goddess,¡± I muttered, pouting. ¡°I doubt she has ever gone this long without being properly bound or captured,¡± said Shadada. ¡°I¨C¡± I cut my outragedment short and started counting days. Snaps blinked. ¡°You are¡­ surely joking?¡± Shadada shook her head. ¡°It¡¯s been a few days.¡± ¡°Four, I think,¡± I said. ¡°Four days?!¡± Snaps gasped, perplexed. ¡°You can¡¯t¡­ for four days?!¡± ¡°Mmmh.¡± I nodded sagely, grimacing. ¡°It¡¯s a big lifestyle change all around. I didn¡¯t anticipate that losing my powers would lead to less captivity. I thought for sure I¡¯d get kidnapped and turned into a sex ve more, not less!¡± ¡°Seas take me under, she is being serious.¡± ¡°My goddess is one of submission! No amount of degeneracy is beneath her.¡± ¡°He-hee~ My pdin! My angel!¡± I tried to high five Shadada. We missed each other, but she did give me a spank that made me yelp, so that was a pyrrhic victory. Snaps let out a long breath. Her eyes remained on me. There was a thought there that I recognized. A what if question that every slut asks themselves at least once in a lifetime. One that I could read from anyone¡¯s face, no matter their race, age, or hotness levels. The question of ¡®What if I could also live like a helpless sex-ve passed around between monsters and mistresses?¡¯ But that expression faded beneath something more calcting. She shook her head. ¡°Whatever the case, the jungles of Perilmuda¡¯s Rectangle are far too perilous to be gallivanting so carefreely. This ce will truly take us, if you can¡¯t restrain yourself.¡± Hmm. A pickle. Shadada nodded, ncing at Snaps. ¡°You¡¯ll behave?¡± ¡°Weell¡­¡± the piratess shrugged, eye gleaming. ¡°I don¡¯t mind if you take precautions. I did tie myself up every night. Though, when you do, I may have a few tips for the crotch-rope.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Was I so brain-rot without divine powers that basic conversations were beyond me? ¡°What are you guys talking about, you lost me.¡± An evil smirk came upon Shadada as she slid closer to me, naked elf-thigh brushing mine and sending an erotic jolt through my spine. Nggh, had we actually fucked today yet? We totally should. ¡°My goddess¡­¡± Oh, she was bringing her lips closer. Quickly, I closed my eyes and folded my arms beneath my arched back, preparing to receive her kiss while hoping for tongue. Her voice whispered against my lips. ¡°...you¡¯ll get your wish.¡± I parted my lips and let out a tiny plea. A fruit was shoved into my mouth, forcing my jaws wide. I bit and it got stuck. ¡°Mnngh!¡± Two pairs of hands grabbed me by the hair, horns, and shoulders. I yelped as Shadadad and Snaps shoved me face-first into the soft lichen and began tying me up. Hoops of rope bit into my hips as they harnessed my useless ass. Rope looped around my wrists and fixed them to the harness at upper hip-height. A stick was slid between my elbows and back and they tied my joints to it. The pose forced my butt into a permanent fuck-me pose and left my hands dangling around my tummy, unable to reach my sex. Thick-coarse loops began winding around my throat, drawing an aroused groan from me as they were tightened and knotted into a snug cor. My eyelids shuddered. I let out a horny sound. ¡°The resistance¡­ the subtle offer to be bound more¡­ this is¡­¡± Snaps huffed. ¡°Yea, yea, my goddess is a good sub.¡± My tail was braided together with rope, folded up, and fixed into a helpless knot behind by hip-harness. If it had been fluffy it¡¯d have looked sorta like a rabbit or doe tail. ¡°You don¡¯t understand. I have bound many a girl and know myself an excellent rope-bunny, but this¡­¡± Grinding my thighs, I made a helpless little meep against the fruit-gag. I tested the bindings and found them firm. My brain was buzzing overtime with all the sub-dopamines. They had me at their mercy. Were they gonna tie my legs? My crotch? Would they fuck me if I begged enough? ¡°When I had you two trussed up I knew it,¡± whispered Snaps. Shadada pulled me up from the ground and onto my back. Her eyes were half-lidden and face flushed with lust. Her elf-pussy dripped hot and wet, close to my face. She took the fruit off and hesitated. ¡°Hey, goddess, you mind if I¡­ ?¡± I opened my mouth, tongue out and epting. ¡°Nhaaangh.¡± Squishy thighs and ass entombed my face. A thick scent of girl juice fucked my nose deep into the throat with every breath. Shadada¡¯s sloppy opening made an instant mess of my face and I reached out like a good little goddess whore, tonguing my pdin¡¯s opening, before narrowing my devotions on kissing and sucking at her hard clitty. Strong legs clenched around me. I could feel muscles dancing throughout her abs and hips. Fingers sank into my breasts. She returned my favor on my nipples, twisting and tugging and handling just right to make my head spin even harder out into hornnd. I felt two hands on my left ankle. Snaps. She pried open my clenched legs. Soft silky legs still lubed by tentacle grass slid against my own slippery skin. Our thighs met. Then, a burning warm mound squished a sticky kiss against my own slit. I tensed against my ropes. My helpless hands tried to grasp air, then reach for my slit, except I only managed to frame the lewd tattoo branded over my womb. She leaned her hips into mine. Pressure mushed mybia into hers. Foldsced together. Soft girl-bits snuggled into my slit and put a maddeningly gentle pressure on my little nut-button. She slid her bound wrists around my leg to hug it against herself, while leaning back and putting her weight on me. I wiggled my lower half as much as the bondage and growing asphyxiation from being pussy-choked allowed me. She started rubbing her sex on mine. I screamed. Shadada sat hard to muzzle it, then lifted herself. Fresh air entered the saliva and pussy-juice-flooded cave of flesh between my face and her ass, before being sealed again. My body jerked with a climax. I kicked and tensed and screamed with pleasure. They held me down, tied up my ankles to my thighs so I couldn¡¯t even kick, and kept taking advantage of me. By the time they allowed me to sleep, I was a stinking used rag with my face and sex dripping with the scent of two girls. Shadada tied Snaps upside down against me, wrists behind my ass, and left us having to sleep with our faces creamed in our orgasms and arousal. She herself cuddled up to me from behind. Her hands kept wandering throughout the night, as usual, teasing my tits and body. I slept amazing! The next day saw a marked change in our little trio of castaways. Firstly, I was still bound. They¡¯d released my legs a little bit, but agreed to keep me tied at the knees to stop me from running into peril so fast. Secondly, Snaps was holding my leash in her bound hands, which was kinda humiliating and hot. I had a good view of her tan pirate ass bouncing as we climbed. She was sporty, though not quite as built as Shadada. Like, she had the perfect ass and legs for some tighttex and a bit smaller tits than me. Also some back-muscles, which were sooo hot on her. Oh, and thirdly, we were all having a kinda nice time for a while! We found some thick slurpable nts, which, when squeezed, slotted small round egg-like fruits into our mouths. They were hard enough that we had a bit of ovipositor y after lunch, squeezing those nt-dildos to put fruits in our holes. It was totally a race and I totally won (12 fruits in pussy, 15 in ass) though I¡¯m not sure if Snaps or Shadada even really tried their best. All fruit-egged up, my walking got a bit sloshy. Every couple of moments I had to squeeze out an egg and a mini almost-orgasm. I had a ton of great ideas about what kind of pilgrimages my future priestesses should have and how to structure my faith. Snaps sounded totally into it! Shadada was too, of course. We had wonderful discussions about it and bonded big time. Which is why I was a bit surprised when Snaps betrayed us for the first time. Switch Bondage Switcharoo Swapparoos Switch Bondage Switcharoo Swapparoos All it took was Snaps tripping Shadada down into the first of those flesh sack constrictors. My arch angel/pdin/fuck buddy bff let out an eep, made some kinda mad acrobatic maneuver to spin mid-air and try right herself, but a tentacle shot from the ground and grabbed her ankle. Her legs disappeared into the skin-tight hug. Tiny tendrils began crawling up her legs and the sack convulsed, rippling up along her body, while she grunted and resisted it. ¡°Help!¡± ¡°Shadada-nngh!¡± A tug on my rope cor pulled me back from helping. ¡°Not quite yet.¡± ¡°We need to- nngh, get her out.¡± Snapsughed. ¡°Right. Yes, we do. Once she¡¯s unconscious and ready to be trussed up.¡± ¡°Wha¨C you?¡± ¡°Am betraying you, of course.¡± Snaps struggled with her wrist bondage, while Shadada failed to escape the nt as it slowly encased her in a thin body sack. She let out a wail of pleasure when tentacles invaded her lower body and began ravaging her. Her struggles grew weak from there on out. Other thin tendrils found her wrists and pinned them to her body. The sack slurped up to her waist, then took her arms and breasts. A tentacle plunged past her lips and started thoroughly raping her face. The sack sealed her in. Shadada continued to writhe inside it, fighting against the forced pleasure. Meanwhile, Snaps had gotten her wrists free. ¡°There. Now, let¡¯s get you two little treasures ready.¡± ¡°H-how can you do this?¡± I demanded. ¡°I thought we had a thing?¡± ¡°Mmm. We do.¡± Snaps stepped closer. She brushed a finger along the lewd crest etched on my tummy, sending a shiver down my spine. ¡°You are my ves, and I am your humble pirate captor.¡± I growled. Sheughed. ¡°A.¡± Snaps brushed my hair behind one of my pointy sensitive ears, causing me to twitch. ¡°Well, let me assure you, sexy little goddess, that, were things different, I would very much like to keep you for myself. Or have fun with you. But s.¡± Shadada¡¯s moan of orgasm was muffled by the sack binding her. I could see her helplessly blissful subby expression through the green nt stered against her face. Her arms were tentacled behind her back now and she had no way of resisting their gropes. ¡°Now, a question while we wait for her to be fucked silly,¡± murmured Snaps, still holding onto my leash. ¡°Do you want to cum while watching her, or should I have fun by myself?¡± Damn her. I red at her. And kept ring while kneeling before her, careful to avoid tripping with my half-bound legs. ¡°Goood girl. Good little goddess~¡± Fuug, the praise went straight into my slut-brain. I caught another glimpse of Shadada¡¯s plight and felt a jealous twinge in myhers. ¡°Well, I may sell you both by the end of this, but¡­ we do have a while to get out of here to know each other.¡± Snaps gathered the leash into her fist, keeping a tight hold of the rope cor to choke me lightly. She tip-toed to raise her perky butt and turned to offer it in my face. ¡°So, my little goddess, I¡¯d like to see if you can eat ass.¡± ¡°Aaahh¡­¡± I tried to reach my slit, but the damned bondage held both my arms and tail imprisoned. ¡°You promise I¡¯ll get to cum?¡± ¡°Mm-hm. If you¡¯re good.¡± I made another small growl of protest before submitting to my role. Her ass tasted of the ovipositor tentacle fruit that we¡¯d yed with just this morning. The pirate leaned against a tree and started breathing heavily as I spread her sphincter wide and explored her anus with my long drae tongue. Being basically the goddess of good little bitches, I am an expert ass/pussy/dick licker and gave her some good leg-trembling, while marinating in my own arousal. At some point, Shadada¡¯s body went limp. She remained alive, of course, the nt wanted her for breeding, but she¡¯d passed out of pleasure inside it. I kinda expected to be forced to hump Snaps¡¯ foot or do something else humiliating to bring myself that promised orgasm, but big surprises weren¡¯t over! ¡°Now, my reward for good little goddess,¡± said the sex and tropic sweaty beauty, gathering her hair into a rope-ponytail. She yanked me up by my hair and kept me standing despite my legs wobbling for being on my knees for so long. Expert hands tied my hair tight and hoisted a rope over a branch. She pulled and I let out a yelp, expecting pain. But somehow, the pressure was evenly spread on my scalp and it held. ¡°Hurts?¡± she asked. ¡°N-no.¡± I felt a tug, sure, but no pain, while hanging from my ponytail and iling my hoovetips towards the ground, trying to find a footing. ¡°Good. I wanted to see how you dance in rope.¡± A hand slid down my hip. She copped a feel of my ass, then eased off the ropes binding my thighs. One by one, she undid parts of my bondage, and then added new ones. She folded one of my legs up into a bind, then gave my other leg a rock to bnce on my hoof-tip. She moved my arms into a separate hang behind my neck and adjusted my hip harness with a devious crotch-rope that let me put pressure on it if I choked myself lightly. An asymmetric body harness was slowly tied onto me, digging deep into my lewd curves, while forcing me into a forward leaning ballerina pose that left my rear and mouth exposed for anyone to use. ¡°You like this,¡± she murmured, voice heavy with arousal. Any time I glimpsed her naked loins I saw a glistening pussy, swollen with need. ¡°Yessh,¡± I moaned in a whisper. ¡°Need my rope back so I can get tied with these¡­¡± ¡°Hm?¡± ¡°Nothing, toy. Nothing for you to think about. Now say aahh.¡± ¡°Aaahn.¡± ¡°Good girl, goddess.¡± Two ropes entered my mouth. One raised my tongue up from the floor of my mouth and the second pinned it against the other. She then tightened the gag with a head harness. My tongue was pinned to loll helplessly. ¡°There you go, all pretty and roped.¡± ¡°Nghah.¡± I kept having to wiggle and bnce on one trembling leg. Drool began to umte and though I tried swallowing, it started to flow down my chin. I felt it draw long cold rivulets down across my breasts and chest. A wonderfully sinful pressure hugged my tiny leather thong against my sex. Any struggles and shifts on my body rotated the tiny knot that rested against my swollen clit and shifted the restrictive hug of my bondage, making it feel like I was being groped by living ropes. ¡°Good little, nngh goddess.¡± Snaps fondled herself openly while leering at my tied body. She¡¯d given herself a crotch harness and used the rope to masturbate. ¡°Writhe for me.¡± I let out another obedient whine and got squirmy. Ropes shifted. Pleasure built up wonderfully slow and steady. Though trussed up and helpless, I did have enough give to stand straighter, lean lower, and change the pose of my limbs a little. I shifted through the poses while rubbing myself against rope, catching nces of my aroused captor¡¯s raptured eyes as they feasted on my body. A climax was quickly earned, but I held myself from cumming bravely. ¡°Huh¡­ why didn¡¯t you?¡± Body tense with anticipation and self-restraint, I stared into Snaps¡¯ eyes and moaned out a long drool-infused plea, then moved my hips just enough to keep myself on the edge. ¡°Pheahhwe,¡± I begged. ¡°By all the Seas and Stars¡­¡± I ground my hips on the rope again, almost cumming. ¡°Pheeeafff~¡± ¡°Y-you want me to¨C Ohhffuu¡­¡± Snaps arched on the ground, a finger keeping her rope taut as she screamed fucks and pirate profanities. She rose from her orgasm with a messy look and heavy breath still clouded by desire (for me). I presented myself again, begging my captor mistress. Snaps cursed under her breath and approached me. Athletic human pirate curves pressed against my rope-criss-crossed lc flesh. Fingers entwined with ropes behind my head and back. Things went oh-so-wonderfully tight in every right spot. I let out a whimper of delight. ¡°Come for me little goddess.¡± A hot messy pirate pulled me against herself, breasts to breasts, bound hip to hip, tied tongue against a free one. Helpless to resist, I had my mouth invaded and my tongue bullied. My cor tightened. My harness constricted. The bindings on my limbs grew tense. The pussy knot started wiggling with her fingers, rubbing at a perfect rhythm. The high was sudden and explosive. I nked out for a bit and dreamt of being taken advantage of for the rest of the evening. *** Next day, the three of us were trekking through the jungle towards a nearby mountain (from which we could hopefully spot some civilization) with a new marching order. Snaps had taken all our ¡®clothes¡¯, of course (the bitch! though she did look really sexy in them). ¡°Hurry up, ve goddess!¡± Snaps tugged on the leash, adding pressure to the huge plug trying to escape my ass. ¡°Ihhff nuhh eehhhfy hu hahh ihh hiihhh,¡± I shouted back through my new gag. ¡°My, my, do my pirate ears hearints? Do you need a bigger ass plugs?¡± Shadada let out a hopeless whimper. ¡°Gnnnh¡­¡± I bit down my frustration and hobbled on after the pirate. My right leg was tied right up against Shadada¡¯s left from the hip, thigh, knee, and ankle. Our rope cors were also attached to each other with a short leash so that stepping off sync meant both or one of us were gonna get choked. We were both straddled with thick wood-and-rope bridge gags that turned our breathing into dumb slutty moans. Our arms were behind our backs, thoroughly secured. Finally, that damned pirate traitor had taken totally unnecessary revenge on our poor buttholes. She¡¯d tied up the leftover rope into huge knots and dipped them into some slippery tentacle goop, before shoving the ropes of several fist-sized knots into our asses. A couple devious hoops secured the oversized ¡®anal beads¡¯ inside us and led to a single leash that she could tug to almost pull the first bead out. ¡°A little payback for the beach,¡± she had said. As if. I think she just liked watching us writhe and moan, which¡­ fair. Only problem was that, well¡­ Snaps was a pirate captain. ¡°My, my, it seems we took a wrong turn somewhere,¡± said Snaps some hour into wandering the jungle, when we¡¯d walked past our morning camp the second time. ¡°Mohhon,¡± I said, grinning smugly. She punished my ass for that. ¡°Are these drinkable?¡± asked Snaps again, an hour further in, while pausing by tree with a multi-level fountain-like trunk full of pink fluids. ¡°These are drinkable?¡± ¡°Who hohh,¡± shrugged Shadada. Snaps punished both our asses for that. ¡°Ugh, climbing with two captives isn¡¯t going to work,¡± said Snapster that evening, when we were staring up at a short cliff that led up towards our goal. ¡°If only you sluts hadn¡¯t tossed away my magic rope.¡± We chuckled. ¡°I¡¯m going to adjust your ropes elf, but no funny business.¡± Shadada overpowered her almost instantly. She hoisted up up the cliff and the going continued with me and mostly Snaps tied up, for the few hours until Shadada needed a pair of helping hands and picked Snaps over me. Chaos ensued. Some mornings I was the only one free and led us up. Then Snaps tricked me to sit on a tentacle. Then Shadada got free and caught the former captain again. Then we fucked and all three of us were tied up for a good while. The following morning, while struggling to get out of the three-girl snuggle-fuck-bondage, we had some time to contemte our shorings. ¡°We aren¡¯t leaving Perilmuda without working together,¡± dered Snaps. ¡°Besides, whoever we run into is likely to capture all three of us as their ythings anyway, if some monster doesn¡¯t take us as their breeding bitches first.¡± Her face was squished against mine. We¡¯d somehow managed to tie ourselves up into one bundle, faces pressed together, limbs restrained. ¡°Ahh, nghh, yeah, aggh-reed. Ahh! Ion!¡± I was teasing my elf¡¯s sensitive ear, suckling it right before Snaps¡¯ horny little face. My tail was the only thing free enough to move between our legs, leaving me the only one of us with the divine power to grant orgasms. I¡¯d been showering Shadada in them for thest¡­ a while. ¡°So.¡± Snaps swallowed thickly. Her body tensed against the ropes. I felt her thighs rub against each other. That uppity little pirate bitch was beyond needy. ¡°That tail, I¡­ well¨C¡± She looked so desperately delish. So teasable. I let go of my elf¡¯s ear and squirmed up even closer to her (we were on the ground, at a small mossy campsite). ¡°You can have some.¡± Her face lit up with relief, though she hid it quickly. Grinning a little too feisty for someone currently tied up against two sluts, she said, ¡°Well, hurry up then.¡± ¡°Hmm. Here?¡± I withdrew my tail from Shadada¡¯s pussy and slithered it over Snaps¡¯. She tensed, groaning softly, but I only caressed her sex. My tail continued deeper, squeezing through the tiny gap between her bound thighs, following the path to her rear. Snaps sucked in a sharp breath through grit teeth. ¡°Hey, what, ahh¡­ Ooohhhh¡­¡± I teased her butt hole with my tip, almost entering. She tried to stop my tail by clenching her thighs, but our downstairs had gotten so slippery that it was no use. ¡°You don¡¯t like it there?¡± I asked innocently. ¡°No, I do, but¡­ Nngh, haaaahhh. Ahh, stop teasing, idiot goddess.¡± ¡°You dare mock my goddess?¡± slurred Shadada, still dizzy from the eargasms. ¡°I should have you tied up.¡± I continued tracing the edges of Snaps¡¯ hole, applying pressure. Her expressions started melting further into dumb-horny-slut with each groaning huff. ¡°Jerk. Sea damned traitor. Weren¡¯t we-nnghhh oh~ fuugh, supposhed to be¡­ working¡­ together now? Is this revenge? I thought you liked the shibari.¡± ¡°I did. It was nice.¡± ¡°Then what?!¡± I let out a heavy breath and leaned in to kiss a ropeless spot on her neck. ¡°I wonder.¡± ¡°Ahgn?¡± ¡°If you¡¯d make a nice apostle.¡± ¡°What?¡± said both of them. ¡°She¡¯s a traitorous pirate!¡± ¡°I¡¯m a piratenngh!¡± ¡°But she likes being tied up.¡± ¡°That¡¯s skipping like ten steps between liking bondage and being an apostle to a not yet-nngh! LET ME FINISH ahhh¨C¡± ¡°Nu-uh, speak while I tease.¡± ¡°¨Cdamn you! ¡­liking bondage and being anghhg¡­ apostle to a disgraced goddess without powers.¡± ¡°But you don¡¯t worship anything right now.¡± ¡°Why should I? I-ahhngh-am my own mistress.¡± ¡°Uh-uh. But do I look like a mistress to you?¡± I squished my body closer to hers, sharing sweat, rubbing my bound thighs against hers as I nuzzled into her ear, whisper-licking words directly into her orgasm-ready brain, ¡°Look at me, helpless little goddess. A dumb slut who can¡¯t go a day without being bound or used. Do I look like a mistress? I could be your rope bunny, your hole cleaner, your toe licker, a torture toy, furniture, or breeding sow for your crew, but mistress?¡± ¡°But younngh¡¯re teasing me.¡± ¡°Yu-uh. Cos you¡¯re just like me.¡± ¡°Never!¡± ¡°No? Sexy powerful girl with magic, minions, and resources not for conquest or domination, but so you could enjoy this.¡± I punctuated my point by finally entering her anus, slooowly prating without stopping, sliding inches of tail into her hug pocket. Snaps screamed in pleasure, mouth and eyes wide. Her tied up figure tensed against ours. ¡°The only reason you wanted power was to enjoy being powerless however you wanted.¡± ¡°Nggh, lies, no!¡± ¡°Really?¡± I stopped my tail. ¡°Why¡­ hahh¡­ why¡¯d you?¡± I breathed my words into her ear in one hot and huffy mess of words, ¡°Tell me to serve you like the little maso-bitch I am and I¡¯ll give you the best buddy-bondage tail-fuck of your life. Or¡­ make me your slutty little goddess and I¡¯ll help you live like I do, forever.¡± ¡°For¡­?¡± ¡°Forever.¡± I felt her shiver. ¡°You can¡¯t¨C¡± ¡°Forever ever, as my apostle.¡± ¡°You, you don¡¯t have any power. It¡¯s an empty promise.¡± I backed from her ear to meet her lust-drunk eyes and saw in them despair. ¡°You can¡¯t. Not with that brand. They¡¯ll find you. You¡¯ll never be a goddess again. I¡¯ll end up sold if I stick with you, as some shitty sex ve for some unimaginative master. I can¡¯t.¡± ¡°I am¡­¡± and though I spoke softly, I felt an eerie tremble in my voice. Like each syble yed on some invisible instrument beyond the veil. A familiar feeling of a cosmic constant resonating with my will. The sense, the first faint tingling whisper, of divine power. Only, this time, it answered my conviction. ¡°...the goddess of degenerate masochists.¡± Two bodies glued against me stirred with gooseprickles. ¡°They can enve me till the end of time, seal me outside reality, throw me bound into pits of hell, but they can¡¯t stop me from bing this. No one can.¡± And I knew it true. Felt it deep in my existence. *** Eyyy, quickment here about my thoughts at the time back then (these current updates are pre-recorded from when I didn¡¯t have divinity obviously), but thanks so much to ya¡¯all at Lesser Deity Afternoon Club, and all the random extranar entities I also shared some of these blog posts with. The me without divine intelligence buffs is kind of a big dummy, so I didn¡¯t realize it at the time, but turns out that recording my dalliances and perils over here helped give me that initial divine power boost, since some of you had turned into worshipers. Neat huh? It wasn¡¯t much, and I¡¯d probably have gotten it from the next couple chapters anyhow, but it did help convince Snap, which I¡¯m thankful for :) She¡¯s be quite dear in the following centuries. Self Bound Into Public Use Self Bound Into Public Use So I had two sexy cute apostles leading my well bound ass on a leash through a humid jungle full of tentacle things. They took turns tying each each other with me into girl-on-girl quality bonding time and kept me fed and fucked. My head was constantly abuzz with a mix of afterglow and horny and my naughty bits either pulsing with need or drooling from use. Snaps was totally buddy-buddy with us and actually in on this religion thing, to the point I could feel the worship from her. The tiny trickle of divine power felt like a denied orgasm in full dutex bondage. It shivered through my bound body. Having been a goddess for centuries, I could sense its nuances, how it granted me a weird sense of authority over my helpless state and bindings. A way to tighten them¡­ to bind them to my will. To create submissive miracles. There wasn¡¯t enough divinity yet that I dared to experiment, let alone goof with just for funzies. Every droplet had to be spent smartly in a way that would lead to me gaining more divinity. Thankfully, the chance to do just so wasing up. We¡¯d managed to somehow climb up on that mountain top, and glimpsed a bird¡¯s eye view of the Perilmuda archipgo. Jungle dotted inds hugging each other like puzzle pieces as far as the eye could see. Some were purple and tentacly, others looked like former coral reefs the size of mountains, and one was a crater with a massive purple goo pit of some kind descending deep beneath the sea level. The ce was gorgeous. And inhabited. Little plumes of smoke rose up from a vige made up of clustered round reed roofs just a day¡¯s walk downhill. So, after three days of fucking each other and ¡®identally¡¯ tripping into hot little jungle perils, our sub squad finally spotted the first of the many tree houses we¡¯d spied from afar. Rope bridges, lians, and web walkways connected it to a canopy city inhabited by the ind¡¯s native geckofolk. They had mostly humanoid bodies, but alsorge curly tails and yellow lizard eyes. Parts of their bodies had light skin tones, but their backs were covered by emerald-green patterns of smooth scale. Many also had purple squiggles or freckles on their bodies. Some had soft horns or gills sprouting through their hair. Almost all of them were naked or covered in shimmering illusory patterns, skin-tight morous of impossible and strangely alluring garments. A very neat racial ability. My first impression of them was ¡®oh my gorgeous geckofolk, I wonder if they can choke me with that tail¡¯. My second was joy when I spotted one with a tiny girl dick tucked cutely into a smooth pussy. ¡°Perfect! They will do fantastically,¡± I said to my apostles while we hid in a bush. ¡°Okay my sisters in bondage, this is where I will perform my first miracle.¡± ¡°Already? Way to go Ion,¡± said Shadada. ¡°And what kind of miracle were you nning?¡± asked Snaps, slightly more sceptical. ¡°Okay, so first¡­¡± I would have raised my finger if my arms hadn¡¯t been bound behind my back. ¡°Maybe I need to be free at the start. Yep, can you guys¡­¡± They untied me. ¡°So. I¡¯ve thought this through. To establish my divinity, we will begin by voluntarily performing miraculously difficult submissive deeds for the good of others.¡± Shadada was nodding sagely, totes in sync with my idea. Snaps gave me a sus eye with crossed arms. ¡°Miraculously difficult¡­ how difficult are we talking about, exactly?¡± ¡°Well, take that town for example. How many people do you think live there?¡± ¡°Hmm, thousands?¡± estimated Shadada. ¡°Thousands,¡± agreed Snaps. ¡°I¡¯d say thousands.¡± ¡°And how many cocks?¡± ¡°Around one in ten are intersex,¡± said Shadada, elf eyes narrowing. ¡°With very small girldicks.¡± ¡°And what manner of girldick miracle will we be performing here?¡± asked Snaps. ¡°Heh! First impressions matter. This will be my first divine act as a reborn goddess, so it should be something that future generations of priestesses will seek to emte. A basic act of subby kindness and horniness. Something that any sexy priestess can submit to in order to enjoy their new faith. It will be, of course, voluntary cumpump very.¡± ¡°Right¡­¡± ¡°Cum dump¡­¡± Shadada¡¯s finger slipped between her lips. She bit on it. ¡°I see what you mean, goddess.¡± ¡°yes¡­¡± Snaps nced at the closest tree-climbing girldick, her cheeks heating. ¡°I suppose I can see it, though the details elude me.¡± ¡°Trust your goddess,¡± I said solemnly, hand on my chest. ¡°I shall lead you to glorious freedom from choice and suffering.¡± ¡°What if the natives take us captive by themselves?¡± asked Snaps. ¡°Pfft, look at them!¡± I pointed at a cutie with big lizard eyes and a lithe body. A butterfly hadnded on her nose and delighted her. The other natives were smiling with her, all wholesome-like. ¡°They¡¯re obviously an enlightened peace loving tribe¨C¡± ¡°How can you be¨C¡± ¡°I just know these things,¡± I said, cutting her off. ¡°Call it an instinct.¡± ¡°She once spent like a decade scrying at every native tribe on the world, while searching for a ce that had the, and I quote, ¡®a nice culture of enving foreigners into humiliating pet y¡¯.¡± I gasped. ¡°Shadada! Traitor!¡± ¡°Huh? I thought you liked being known as a degenerate.¡± ¡°I do, but I hadn¡¯t officially visited that tribe yet! My divine blog readers will know about it now and it¡¯s all spoiled!¡± ¡°Uh¡­ this is all going online?¡± ¡°This is all going to be spread throughout the Lesser Deity Afternoon Club and all the ces where my divinity can reach! Of course it is! I get off on people seeing my sluttiness, and it¡¯s low-key kinda neat secondary source of divinity.¡± ¡°But, you don¡¯t have your sanctum so how¡­¡± ¡°Easy.¡± I tapped my head. ¡°Everything I experience, I can projectter.¡± ¡°Right. Okay. Sorry about that then.¡± ¡°Nah, it¡¯s fine. I¡¯ll find something else as lewd.¡± Snaps let out a shuddering breath of confusion. ¡°Seas take me, so, voluntary cum dumps?¡± ¡°Yess! Okay, first off, both of you take off all clothes and gather our rope. We¡¯ll need it just in case they have no restraints to lend.¡± They began peeling off the salvaged clothes together with me. Soon we were all nude. ¡°So how is this gonna work?¡± asked Snaps again. ¡°Trust in your deity.¡± *** The geckofolk of Nararu weed us with open arms as we walked down the forest floor beneath their town. Many flowers and fruits were offered and curious individuals approached with questions. ¡°Where from? they asked. ¡°What names? Me I¡¯m Pepepem of Nararu, she Hapam of Nararu, and she Tatam of Nararu, and she Tutum of Nararu!¡± ¡°Nice to meet you all, I¡¯m Ion!¡± ¡°I¡¯m Shadada.¡± ¡°Snaps. Captain Snaps.¡± ¡°Captainnn! Ships! We know of ships, human ships, they sail the vast waves.¡± ¡°We¡¯re Nararu by the way, everyone in Nararu is from Nararu. It¡¯s Nararu vige of Nararu.¡± ¡°Pretty purple skin,¡± purred one, fascinated by my body. ¡°You have tail like Nararu!¡± ¡°I think yours is cute too,¡± I said. Her own skintone shifted to match mine. She smiled and flexed her nubile body. ¡°You like now?¡± ¡°Very cute!¡± ¡°No dicks,¡± observed one, face close to our crotches as she ¡®walked¡¯ deftly on all fours. ¡°They no dicks. All girls.¡± ¡°Yup, we¡¯re all girls. Some of you seem to have cocks though. Your is very cute,¡± I said to the curious one. She twirled away, cock hidden between legs. ¡°It¡¯s small! Almost can¡¯t notice. So small!¡± ¡°Yeah, I don¡¯t mind. Big or small, I think all girldicks are cute.¡± The Nararu¡¯s tail twirled. Her eyes blinked and she made a weirdly lizard excitement sound. I think she was happy to getplimented. How cute! Our naked gecko girl entourage grew as we approached what looked like a great spot for my miracle. A small b of stone ruins peeked through the jungle foliage. A small stone obelisk stood from the center and off to the side was an abandoned little reed hut. A couple gecko girls were lounging on the opening, making weird noises and shing various moured outfits at each other. It didn¡¯t seemed more like a random ruin than something important to Nararu culture, a hangout spot. ¡°Nararu friends,¡± I addressed the gathered gecko girls. Their attention turned to me. Whisper-chatter intensified. ¡°I am Ion the bound, and I am here to show a miracle to your people, if you allow it. Can you ask your leader toe forth so I may ask permission here?¡± ¡°Leader?¡± ¡°No chieftain.¡± ¡°No leader.¡± ¡°Shaman!¡± ¡°Yes but shaman not leader.¡± ¡°Shaman not leader,¡± agreed another. ¡°Shaman boring!¡± ¡°Shaman keep memories and tradition. Shaman important.¡± ¡°But shaman not leader!¡± ¡°Nararu decide together.¡± ¡°Okay, um, then I have a request to all of Nararu! Me and my followers wish to provide you with a divine miracle.¡± ¡°Miracleee!¡± ¡°Miracle?¡± The skins of Nararu around us began pulsing and shing with mour magics. The entire forest around us shifted in mezmerizing patterns. ¡°Yes,¡± came a hiss, followed by hundreds of others. ¡°Nararu agree.¡± ¡°Miracle!¡± cheered the girl who¡¯d copied my purple skin again. Perfect. I rubbed my hands together, feeling myhers heat at the thought of what all those cute little girldicks were going to be doing to us in a hot minute. How long should I make itst? A day¡­ Nah, miracles were supposed to be like three or seven days. Three days would be great, I decided. ¡°Hear me, Nararu,¡± I spread my arms. ¡°I am Ion, and I shall bring you a miracle of relief. You¡¯re a free and wise people, but sometimes even the free-est people have stresses they would not rather share with their friends. Sometimes, even the free lovers need a nameless hole to relieve their desires. We shall be those nameless holes. Do you have any shackles or restraints? Oh and a couple of bowls?¡± A few momentster, several Nararu dropped half a ton of salvaged shackles and bindings before me. My expert eye instantly spotted three thick and tall iron cors perfect for our necks, heavy chains, andrge wrist shackles. ¡°Yes, these will do nicely.¡± ¡°Be warned Ion-friend. Nararu have no smith! Can¡¯t open again if they lock by ident. Once, Hapam had to go all the way to human town with boats and wizards to find smith to open. Expensive and dangerous journey.¡± ¡°That is actually perfect.¡± Walking back into wizard civilization in shackles would mean instant capture for me. They would notice my brand, enve me, and ship my ass to be auctioned off to a bad end as some demon¡¯s ything or a wizard¡¯s living bondage decoration. That danger tickled my girly bits and added a nice sense of weight to my miracle. I handed Snaps and Shadada their pairs. ¡°People of Nararu, witness the miracle of Ion!¡± I pped the obelisk beside me and let what little divine power I possessed empower me. My body trembled and my words gained weight. ¡°For three days we shall ept every drop of your cum. For three days we shall clean ourselves and our begging bowls of your seed.¡± I took one of the low y bowls andid it on the ground near the pir. My acolytes followed behind me. I then picked up one of the cors, a heavy thing of smooth metal and knelt. With ceremonious motions, I brought it to my neck and closed it. It encased almost my entire neck, leaving very little bending or wiggle room, like a harsh lover¡¯s choking grip. Already, my slut holes started drooling. Two other cors clicked beside me. Nararu chattered, curious. Tails and limbs were wiggling, as their wide lizard eyes took obvious nces of our bodies. I continued my self binding, clipping a big chain to the front of the cor. I then ced it on top of the obelisk, before picking up the wrist shackles. Still kneeling, I brought my arms behind my back. One wrist slipped into the shackle, then the next. A short link of chain connected the two with some ck. Ahh, their gazes. Hundreds of eyes were on my naked bound body. I tested the wrist shackles and they held cruelly firm, though since they didn¡¯t have a lock I could still open them. Lust rushed through me, flushing my slit and cheeks hot with arousal. I raised my voice again, channeling that divine promise I had been weaving. ¡°Nararu, we shall bind ourselves to this stone to serve you and relieve those who wish to be relieved. And until our promise of relief is fulfilled for three days, we shall be your servants in chains.¡± A pulse of golden divine power breathed through the metal around my neck. I felt the seam at the back of my neck seal shut. Our chain leashes atop the obelisk melted into the stone. Another breath of power swept through our arms and welded shut our wrist shackles. Two hot shuddering breaths exhaled behind me. I didn¡¯t need to turn to know Snaps and Shadada were smoldering with the same pathetic subby lust as me. Any normal slut would sploosh love to be a helpless public cum dump to a town of cute-sexy lizard girls. While they were still shivering with arousal and feeling out their restraints, I made my move. I pushed the cum begging towards the towering crowd above me with my knees and spread them open, revealing a glimpse of my dripping heat to the hungry crowd. I bent my head in a bow, keeping my back arched to look as pretty and fuckable as I could. ¡°Please, good mistresses of Nararu, allow me to drink up your cum. Use us to relieve yourselves and dump it anywhere you like. In my mouth.¡± I opened my bitch hole and let my tongue loll. Keeping it open, I continued speaking. ¡°Assh ohh puhhy oh bohy. Anywhehe huu lhike.¡± The self humiliation hit my brain with a dizzy storm of subby thoughts and shame. I imagined, how pathetic I had to look, a dumb foreigner who just waltzed in, chained herself, and started begging cum like a dog. And nnnngggh, their eyes! Those hundreds of pairs of glowing lizard eyes, all boring straight through my nude body and into my soul. I felt weak. Woozy. I begged for them to start using me already. I needed a couple of cutie tiny girldicks stepped up and began fucking my face or bent me over. ¡°Please,¡± I begged. Drool slipped past my chin and onto my breasts. It trickled a lewd line down my belly. ¡°Any hole, I¡¯ll drink it all. Use us.¡± ¡°Is fine?¡± asked one. ¡°They tied themselves! Crazy!¡± ¡°Crazy horny. They had to tie themselves.¡± ¡°But it¡¯s fine?¡± ¡°It¡¯s fine, they asked.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a mmmmmiracle!¡± ¡°Then¡­¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± The dome of Nararu covering the trees and canopy around us shimmered. Veils of mor fell away, revealing their naturally emerald green swirls and purple patterns. Illusions vanished on their groins, revealing that everyone had a girldick. ¡°E-everyone?¡± Shadada whimpered. I swallowed. ¡°It¡¯s fine. They¡¯re small.¡± They hardened, stiffening to a length of two to three inches, then kept on growing. Ticker. Longer. Harder. Huge. Fuck, when the reveal was done we were surrounded by hundreds of hard slut breakers, big enough to make helpless little goddesses scream mercy. My slit and anus clenched in anticpiation and I licked my lips, as a subby rush dumbed my thoughts. Hot chameleon girldicks. I opened my mouth, aahning seductively, pleading the nearest Nararu to fill me up with my gaze. Fuck it, I didn¡¯t care. I wanted them to break me like a toy and drown me in cum. My Cump Dump Miracle My Cump Dump Miracle Bravest of the Nararu approached me on tip-toes, a girl with small perky tits and a sporty build. A long prehensile swirled behind her hips, her enormous girldick was at nearly full mast, and her eyes were locked on mine. Purple green patterns shifted through her skin. ¡°Really want to be helping?¡± ske asked, curious. ¡°Free use?¡± ¡°Nhaahhh¡­¡± I moaned softly, keeping my mouth open in invitation. ¡°Hurry!¡± ¡°No dwaddling. Want to try purple girl too!¡± ¡°Cock already so hard~¡± A Nararu gecko girl was clenching her thighs together and gritting her teeth, while stroking herself reluctantly. ¡°Lots and lots of Nararu wee free use stranger,¡± said the one before me. ¡°Funny idea, but nice!¡± She stepped before me. Thick fruity sweet scent of precum and exotic gecko-girl juices filled my nose and head in a single breath. Gods, I wanted to taste her and drown in their juices and gunk. I let out another helpless moan, wriggling my arms against the sealed shackles. They really were inescapable. Helplessness and public exposure cooked a mother of all lusts in my naughty bits. I dripped. Sticky strandy hot droplets of Ion-fluids were dribbling onto the stone b beneath my thoroughly wet ass. I let out a pleading mewl, drunk on the stench and sight of the girldick before me. Please. Cock. ¡°You wanna get hairtie?¡± she asked. I blinked, taken out of the moment. ¡°Hair¡¯s gonna get sticky! Not fun.¡± ¡°Uhm¡­ Y-yeah. I-if you could.¡± Embarrassing! How had I not thought of that. Ugh, it would be horror eating cum from a bowl with hands behind my back if hair went everywhere. ¡°Then wait moment!¡± The girl removed a snap of ornate rope tying her own deep purple hair. She had to inch closer while gathering my hair. Her cock flopped onto my face. A hard girldick radiated heat and pulsed against my cheek, mouth, and forehead. My sex spasmed with need. Stuff broke in my brain. I panted uselessly against it, dreaming of ways it and the other cocks around me could fill me up, while the cute girl gathered my hair and tied it. After a moment, she made a joyful sound. ¡°Ready! Looking pretty.¡± ¡°Yeah?¡± ¡°Made a nice fluffy bun. Tight. Secure. Good for gripping.¡± Nghhh. ¡°Thanks,¡± I managed to say despite the mind numbing arousal. Her cock was still dominating my face, just resting there. I heard a slutty squelch of an elf throat being prated. Shadada let out a gagged squeal. Someone started pounding her face hard. Fuck. Fuck. Need it. Please now¡­ Snaps moaned. From the corner of my eye I saw a gecko girl spread her legs wide open and begin breeding her. The former piratess screamed in pleasure. Geckogirl cock made a bump in her tummy. My own womb clenched in second hand pleasure-pain. O my gosh, they¡¯re gonna breed and fuck us dumb, I realized. So many of them. Hundreds. We might never be free again. ¡°Okay, you ready? All nice? Feeling really, really hard,¡± said the girl resting her dick on my face. ¡°Y-yehhh¡­ Where?¡± ¡°I wanna try mouth!¡± she dered cheerfully. ¡°I¡¯m gonna use horns okay? Always wanted to try hold horns when using mouth. It¡¯s fine, right?¡± ¡°Nnhh¡­ Uhu.¡± She grabbed her dick and started helping the tip towards my lips. I epted it eagerly, savoring the first fruity inches of gecko girldick, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her and myself. Together with her, at her pace, I began working her length inside me, gulping down chokingly thick inches, letting her rest and pull out as she needed. My vision misted with tears when she passed the back of my throat and began sliding deeper. I blinked rapidly, clenched my fists, and swallowed like a good little cum dump. Unyielding steel hugged my neck and cock filled my throat. That sense of helplessness and humiliation when her girth molded my flesh into a toy for her pleasure ticked loose many of the slut-screws in my brain. I groaned. The girl above me shivered, moaning. ¡°S-so¡­ ahhh¡­¡± I sucked her deeper in. Another gasp left her lips. Her intense lizard gaze locked on me. Fuck it did something funny to my head. To be stared down by a girl with her hands on my horns, surrounded by sounds of my friends being used as chained ves, the feeling of helplessness my own bondage, and the hubbub of a hundred-something strong crowd ready to use us like cum rags. She slid deeper. It bulged inside me. I couldn¡¯t breathe. Those eyes, fuck. More cock slid down into me. More. More. All of it. A slick and smooth pubic mound booped into my nose. Slimy fruity girl fluids seeped onto my tongue from the base of the cock. My long tongue tasted the edge of the hairless lizard girl pussy, reaching for the spot where their cock-clitoris parted their folds. ¡°G-good.¡± The girl above me panted, her face hot and horny for me. Pink patterns pulsated on her skin and eyes. ¡°Y-you can¡¯t breathe?¡± Fully gagged and choked by her cock, I met her eyes and let out a pathetic gurgle. The slow asphyxiation felt like a brazier inside me, feeding hot lust oil to my arousal. I wiggled my hips and shackled wrists while remaining obediently on my knees, keeping my chest thrust out for her and the crowd¡¯s pleasure. My tail pped the ground excitedly behind me. ¡°She likes choking!¡± observed one audience member. ¡°The dark elf too!¡± ¡°I think they all do. Why else cors?¡± ¡°They like bindings and choking and cum, that much is obvious.¡± ¡°You think it¡¯s nice? Maybe bindings and choking and cum is fun?¡± ¡°What else do they like?¡± ¡°I wanna try, I wanna try! Mememe next!¡± My throat convulsed and I almost coughed. Gosh, I was really choking now. My arms struggled on instinct, seeking freedom to dislodge the girl from my throat. ¡°O-oh¡­ sorry! I¡¯ll just¡­ I use the horns now okay?¡± asked the girl above me. I made a long gagged whine against her and spanked my tail against the ground. Gripping horns, she pushed me off. I gasped spit and air. She pulled me back. Hot hard girlmeat interrupted my inhale. Full again. Choking. I almost came a little and felt something thicker start to trickle down my thigh. She pushed. Pulled. I melted into a whore and just held my face open, keeping my lips and mouth molded to her shape, while keeping my teeth away from her, epting my role as her toy. Cock ground against my face hole. Filled, choked. Empty, gasping. Filled, choked. Empty, gasping. I felt pleasure throb through her. She closed her eyes in a face of delight and groaned. Her pace intensified. I kept my spine taut and made myself usable. A leash clinked at my neck. Half-choked breaths and ugly slurps came out of me. Spit flew and gushed sloppily. My body getting slick with sweat and spit. Girl juices simmering into a sticky mess between my legs. So hot and horny, could probably take any cock. Hard, soft, big, small, doesn¡¯t matter. Anything could slip into me. Every time instincts pulled at my arms, the shackles reminded me that I was bound and helpless. I was close. So close. Just fill me and I¡¯d cum. Anything. Anyone. Cock please. She let out a bestial groan and buried my face into her sex. Her tailshed out and snapped around my cored neck. She squeezed and came screaming. ¡°Nnghh, c-close!¡± Nararu held my horns tight. ¡°W-where?¡± Mnngh. Gurgled and moaned against the cock choking my throat. ¡°Where to cum?¡± Cum pumped straight into my gullet. My eyelids shuddered. Air wasn¡¯t getting into my brain. I swallowed along her length. ¡°She wants it in the bowl!¡± I wriggled. Chains clinked. I tried tomunicate in broken, gasping moans, while reaching behind my butt with bound arms and spreading my ass cheeks. Anywhere, cum inside me, anywhere. ¡°The bowl!?¡± The girl pulled out, mid orgasm. Hot sticky white sshed on my face, blinding one eye. Droplets smattered all over my breasts. The tail continued choking me. I grit my teeth, struggling in vain against the shackles as ckness neared. A hand on one horn, the girl before me hunched over, groaning in pleasure while she jerked off her spit-and-cum slicked member. Big dollops of her cream shot out into the y bowl and the floor around it. Bent over and held down, I watched her milk herself into the y bowl inches from my face. All I could do was gurgle, my tongue lolling, eyes rolling, begging for air. ¡°AAahhh¡­ s-so good!¡± groaned the girl as she finished. She let go of my neck and horns. I fell face first into the bowl. Warm cum painted my face. I think I came a little. Something spasmed between my thighs. ¡°Sorry!¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡­¡± I wheezed for air, legs squirming. ¡°It¡¯s fine¡­ All fine¡­ Ahh¡­¡± A tail wound around my hair bun. I was lifted into a hanging kneel by my hair. It hurt nice. Thick cumstains dribbled off of my ruined face. I couldn¡¯t open my eyes. I licked. ¡°She wants to eat it.¡± ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s what she said.¡± ¡°Help her.¡± ¡°My turn!¡± I felt soft fingers caress my face, scooping cum. Another pair gathered it from my breasts. I felt safe to open an eye. ¡°Here.¡± The cutie who¡¯d just choke-fucked me offered a cupped hand full of spunk right to my lips. ¡°Nnnghh. Thank you,¡± I moaned, opening up. She helped the fingers close. I leaned a little further to suckle them and drink up the thick fruity soup. Two licks into finger feeding, I felt two fingers slip into my snatch. ¡°Okay to go in? Wanna go now!¡± ¡°Please use me any¨C¡± my plea turned into a loud ¡®fuck¡¯. A hand finger-banged my pussy at a rapid drill. Itched onto the cum feeding hand and moaned while suckling stuff off of the fingers. Speedster fingers stopped. Hands seized me and a cock pierced me fully to the hilt. All in under a second. My head went nutty. I came around the first thrust. ¡°She¡¯sing! So fast! Nhhgggh, tight! Good hole!¡± The geckogirl fucking me set a punishing rhythm. My sloppy little sluthole and I screamed in pleasure. Brain went poof. I nursed cum off of the offered hand on sex ve autopilot. Another cock offered itself to my lips while sex shook my body lewdly. I opened my mouth and begged for more cum. Hands found my horns again. The cock soon joined its kin in pounding me. More geckogirls approached, crowding me. Someone was fucking my thigh. Another wound my tail around theirs and jerked off with it. Fingers groped into my soft flesh. They pawed at my ass and tits curiously ¨C my thighs and tummy. Tails wound around me, often choking, sometimes fondling. Usually they coiled tight, adding ayer of muscle restraints to my steel bondage. Even kneeling and half standing, I felt pinned down. Cocks rubbed against my slimy body. When I came I could only shiver in ce and cry against whichever fleshy girth was currently using my mouth. They purred good girls and cheers at me. Someone started rewarding my cumming by twist-milking my nipples. Another found out that my pointy drae ears were hypersensitive to licking and three other tongues kiss them. Cum pumped into my mouth and slit. Big fat loads, often with very little rest in between as they rotated me. I couldn¡¯t swallow it all. Stuff flowed out and turned me into a slutty cumstain. Stuff gushed out of my well filled pussy when it could drink no more, flowing a lewd waterfall down my legs. The ever geckofolk ¡®helped¡¯. Hands offered cum to my face whenever a cock wasn¡¯t in it. Sometimes they allowed me to clean it off of their fingers. Sometimes they stuffed it in and held a palm to my lips and nose until I swallowed. Sometimes they finished their orgasms in the bowl and brought it to my lips, tilting it to feed me. Much spilled over. I could not hope to finish even half of it. The bowl began to overflow. Geckogirls climbed around each other. Somehow, a girl had glued their own slick body against my front and was jerking off against the tight space between our tummies. My anus parted around a fat cock when two were already inside me. Another thing spread me wide. My hips felt full, ready to burst. So much cum and cock. Too much. I must¡¯ve screamed really pathetically, because the geckogirls actually let up and paused using me for a second, asking about if it was okay, if it was too much. I could no longer speak, only puke cum through my mouth and nose. So instead I made pleading slutty noises and jerked my hips back towards the cocks until they understood that they were free to break me. They understood. The pace grew rough. Hands no longer held my horns and hair gently, but jerked me like a toy. Geckogirl bodies swarmed me. Rape-rough cocks vited my everything. My anus would no longer close between fucks. The skin of my pussy and sphincter felt raw, used. My orgasms were half pain. Stuff flowed into and over me. So much. I felt like I was drowning. And so many bodies, like a never ending tide. All I could do was focus on staying alive and staying usable for them. I didn¡¯t think, I just blissed out into slut space. Then, eventually, bodyheat and the press of flesh against mine decreased. I saw light again, albeit dim and moon hued. With every tail restraint that left, I was left slouching deeper, ragdolled. Flesh and cock and cum still filled my head, but I was starting to regain awareness. Someone was pounding my ass desperately still. Just one person. I was moaning? Another was jerking on top me. They held me leaning back, breasts towards the sky. The one on top groaned and unloaded pulses upon pulses of fresh geckogirl stuff on my already white tits and body. ¡°T-thank you,¡± I managed to say. ¡°She speaks again.¡± ¡°Told you she¡¯d speak again,¡± groaned the one inside my anus. She came. Stuff flooded me. Suddenly, I realized my belly was taut and my insides full. Pressure went backwards. I felt the door of my throatpse. Cum surged the wrong way. Sticky stuff came up my throat and filled every hole in my nose and mouth. Tears blurred my vision and weird slimy moans-coughs dribbled from my lips as the orgasm unloading into my anus pumped cum out of my face. They chatted about something cheerfully and patted my head, while I still coughed my throat clear to breathe. Tails set me down on the cooling puddle on top of stone. I stayying, remembering how to exist. Cold steel remained tight around my neck and wrists. A day of sex had infected me with a lingering horniness that would not leave, even though I¡¯d cum enough to satisfy a small town. I couldn¡¯t not think of sex. Not when my lc body was painted over with this sticky white coat and my insides were pumped full. Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach. My abused nipples burned from the cooling embrace of stone. A gallery of bruises and marks from gropes and tail chokes ached all over my body. I spread my legs. Sore muscles in my vagina and anus began twitching. I felt sperm trickle out and over my sex, adding to the puddle around me. I cough-snorted out some more. My face was all slimed up, but I couldn¡¯t muster the strength or effort to rise and clean myself and neither could my fellow cum dumps. So we justy there, three tired rags making piggy girl noises while squirting cum out of our holes, getting used to breathing again without a cock in my throat. Breathing, cooling, recovering, leaking cum. I felt like a used rag, more object than woman. Surroundings returned to me. The moon peeked through the canopy high above. I remembered we were in the middle of a vige. Up there in the huts all around us, they geckofolk were sleeping. And we were here,ying on a b of stone, drenched and spent, barely alive, doomed to a very we begged for. I came at the thought and squirted out some of my own juices into the fat spunk mound piling up against my legs and ass. Someone was gonna have to eat that. I came again. A fresh wind shivered my butt and elicited a moan from me. ¡°Ion¡­?¡± Shadada gasped. Shey sprawled on her back, legs bent open. Her body trembled. White smears flowed down in the grooves of her muscles and curves. ¡°Still alive,¡± I replied, trying to move. Muscles protested in pain, drawing out a whimper. Fucked and bruised, and with my wrists behind my back, best I could do was ssh around and slip on slick stone. ¡°Fuck, I¡¯m¡­¡± Snaps climaxed loudly. She¡¯d been set to kneel against the obelisk. The messed up piratess was staring at her swollen belly while gasping. Her body spasmed and the pile of white stuff beneath her feet grew as she squeezed it out of her womb. ¡°Pregnant. They¡¯ll get us pregnant.¡± ¡°Nhh.¡± I too had a looong fat squirt of cum leave my womanhood as I ced more bodyweight from tits to my lower half. ¡°No.¡± ¡°No?¡± asked Shadada. ¡°How sure?¡± ¡°Miracle,¡± I said. ¡°Iss¡­ uhh¡­ just trust.¡± Not enough unfucked braincells left to exin that miracle would prevent pregnancy, bodily functions, and all nasty stuff from interfering. Though it might also trap us here forever, unless we fulfilled the condition. My eyes wandered our surroundings. Tens of bowls of cum rested around us, spilling. Half again the amount was on the ground however, spread about in clumpy puddles around us. And half again that was sliding off of our bodies and holes. Grunting with effort, I squirmed my legs between my body and the floor and raised my face off the ground. A jungle of sticky strands snapped between my abdomen, breasts, and face. Gravity pped them back down onto me. More slid out of my rear holes. I started swallowing lumps from my nasal cavity and licking the worst of it from around my lips. Gulping cum, I heard the other two struggle upright-ish. ¡°Ahh, kraken¡¯s butt, we¡¯re doomed,¡± said Snaps, looking at the cum around us. ¡°Have faith in our goddess. She¡¯ll teach us.¡± ¡°Teach what? I¡¯m filled up.¡± ¡°A miracle,¡± said Shadada. Snaps snorted cum, then coughed. I was licking the stuff as it dribbled down my face, cleaning my nose and chin, luxuriating in the cocktail of slutty bliss ¨C the restraints, our degradedness, my raw and bloated holes, the hot sense of being abandoned in middle of a town, the knowledge of being forced to serve them as relief toys. ¡°Ahhhn.¡± ¡°Behold, our gorgeous ve goddess, bathed in cum and moonlight, she awakens.¡± ¡°She¡¯s just cumming again¡­¡± ¡°She awakens,¡± insisted Shadada. I came again a little. Then, shuddering, I faced the other two kneeling ves beside me. ¡°We begin with the bowls.¡± ¡°There¡¯s like twenty!¡± ¡°We must. They¡¯re the messiest. Bound, we can¡¯t eat clean. Come.¡± I couldn¡¯t walk. My body was too sore for that, but I could remain on my knees and ass and waddle-wiggle through the puddle, so I weaved my way to the bowls with a sloshing belly. They spread before me like a demonic punishment meant to make uppity ves cry and beg for mercy. Oh gosh it was gonna be horrible. I whimpered a little at the thought, but mastered myself. Arms neatly tucked against the small of my back, thighs together, I bent. Mouth open, I aahned and scooped down. My tongue couldn¡¯t reach the bowl without my chin dipping into it, so I let it stain my chin. The thick stench of spunk filled my head all over again. I nearly gagged. My eyes teared again, but I pushed myself to eat it like a good little slut. Scoop after scoop, glug, glug. I felt the other two¡¯s gazes on me and eyes of several geckofolk vigers upte. What must they think, watching me voluntarily shackle myself, beg for cum, get raped, and then start stuffing myself on their spillings? I felt so embarrassed. So demeaned. My head spun deep into sub space again. Sticky and thick and way too fruity, I struggled to swallow it. My nose and face kept dipping as arousal wobbled my bnce. I kept eating, forcing it down. Shackles clinked as two others dragged themselves beside me. Our gulps and whimpers filled the night air. ¡°I can¡¯t,¡± cried Snaps, opening up to let it spill. I helped her by kissing it back down her throat. She needed help several times and both Shadada obliged, feeding her. Bowls emptied slowly, then cleaned out. Hours had passed by thest bowl. All three of us were feeling pregnant, swollen. But we¡¯d fatten up for sure if this kept up for more than three days, so we had to do this now. Three days in a row we¡¯d eat it all. ¡°The floor,¡± I croaked. ¡°The floor next.¡± Snaps was on her back, sobbing and moaning. She was done. Shadada, however, still managed to shuffle around. Together, we bent our asses up and set our tongues to the stone. We slurped up the big piles of gunk and cleaned the grooves and puddles. Slowly, lick by lick, we removed the evidence of our public use party. Snaps had digested well enough to join thest bit. It didn¡¯t need saying out loud, when time came to clean ourselves. I licked them first. It was my duty as their useless pervy goddess. Cleaning their toes and feet made them squirm. Licking their legs had them panting with desire. I serviced their holes when their turn came, making sure to give each a loving orgasm they deserved, both anal and clitoral. I worshiped their supple bodies then, licking Shadada¡¯s muscles and Snaps¡¯ taut sunkissed skin until they knew they were loved. When the turn came for their faces, it devolved into sloppy tired make out. Then came my turn. ¡°On your knees,¡± ordered Snaps. I stood up as high as my trembling legs allowed. ¡°Nghh, like this?¡± ¡°Hold still.¡± A hot wet tongue tickled my back. ¡°Aaah!¡± It pressed hard into my sore flesh. I suppressed a grunt. Cool saliva reced the sticky cum my skin. Two tongues worked my back, avoiding the bruises. They moved to my arms, cleaning it all up and suckling my fingers for a few unnecessarily long minutes (which made me squirm and moan) before ordering me again. ¡°On your back.¡± I obeyed and settled to lie before them. ¡°Ahh¡­ h-how do you want my legs?¡± ¡°Keep them spread straight.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± I spread-eagled myself for them. Two impossibly gorgeous chained ves hovered above me, drinking in the sight of my filthy body. They let me squirm there for a bit and simply watched me grow in horniness. Then, they leaned in. Breasts drooped to give me tantalizing views of each girl. Eyes sought mine. We spoke of despises and passions without a word. Soft tender tongues touched my body. One tickled my tummy. Another traced a brain-melting journey from my neck to my ear. They did note at me with the intent on cleaning me of cum. They made me beg. For more teasing. For another orgasm. And for more. The moon had traveled a long path through the night by the time we became a clean hot pile of chained ves without a drop of sperm on us. We cuddled to sleep against the obelisk in a lewd lesbian sex ve pile. When slumber took me to dreams, I was certain we could do it. The miracle would be a bit harder to pull off than I¡¯d thought, but we could do it. And when we did it would truly qualify as a miracle! The next morning began with the Nararu shaman arriving. She was older, taller, and a bit more muscr than the rest. The three of us formed an obedient line of kneeling sluts before her, wet, horny, and oh so prepared to be used. The shaman red down at us with a smoldering heat that made my tail twirl. Then she spat on my face. ¡°Nhhaaahh!¡± I groaned in pleasure. She grabbed my hair cruelly and lifted my face up. ¡°I know what you are,¡± she whispered. ¡°Another sphemer foreigner trying to sell weird religion to my triber so we be ves to wizard masters. I can smell it on you. Divine powers. You think you¡¯re smart with your gods and goddesses, performing miracles. Hah!¡± Her grin was so evil. So hot. I squirmed against her grip. ¡°Nghh¡­¡± Use me lizard mommy. Fuck me up! ¡°I heard your spell,¡± she said. ¡°Three days you say. Hah. Maybe you can drink Nararu dry, but can you clean bowls at night if ancestral spiritse for you?¡± The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!