“Ugh… Yes, just like that. A little… more… Use your tongue faster. And don’t you dare miss a single drop of my piss, you hear?”
In that fleeting moment, as I reveled in Caldir’s eager ministrations to my vulva, a familiar heat flared within me. Without hesitation, I shoved Caldir back onto the bed, straddling her face with my bare ass. And then, in a declaration of her destiny as my personal, living toilet, I unleashed a torrent of piss right into her open mouth.
Caldir, bless her obedient little heart, seemed to understand my command perfectly. Her mouth stretched wide, catching every golden drop, while her tongue diligently lapped away any stray trickle from my skin. Straddling her like this, I imagine she got quite the view of my smooth, unblemished back.
My back and waist are practically sculpted, so I have no doubt it was a feast for her eyes. Being this close to me, getting such a privileged peek? It must be a first for you, you lucky thing!Â
Her Highness seemed utterly smug, as if bestowing some grand favor upon Caldir.
Well, I suppose it’s not every day a commoner girl gets to rub vaginas with a princess of the realm. Any other royal would probably have scoffed at the idea of a peasant as a lover, wouldn’t they? Unless… unless Caldir’s pheromones, those little siren scents, were strong enough to sway even the most regal heart.
While Caldir diligently drank my piss, I took full advantage of her generous breasts, treating them as if they were my own personal playground. And even after the blissful relief of emptying my bladder, I lingered for a moment, savoring the feel of her tongue before finally rising. There was something I needed to confirm.
“Maki, you! You’re a masochist, aren’t you? A hardcore one at that, eagerly swallowing my piss with your top mouth while your bottom mouth leaks like a broken faucet with your own juices, you filthy little pig?”
“A… a maso pig…? I’m not a maso pig… Your Highness…”
Even as I finished our scissor session and was demanding her finishing touches, Caldir had been on the verge of tears. Now, she dared to talk back, her voice laced with a pathetic eagerness to be dominated. But her weak denial only fueled my desire.
“Hmm? So, you’re not a maso pig, you say? Well, shall we see if that’s the truth or just a tasty little lie? If you’re lying, you’ll need to be punished, of course.”
For someone who claims not to be a maso pig, you certainly drank down every last drop of my piss without a single complaint. Look at this! The sheets are stained with our mingled juices and that milky mess you keep leaking from those big nipples, but not a single drop of pee. How wonderfully clean. Looks like we won’t even need a tissue.
Hmm… I should test if you’ll eagerly swallow my cum later too. After downing my piss and my juices, there’s no way you’d refuse to lick fake cum off a dildo, right?
In that instant, I realized what I needed to punish this little liar. Without even bothering to dress properly, I slipped out into the deserted hallway and raided the banquet hall, snatching up every useful tool I could find. By the time I returned, ready to claim Caldir, the other girls who had been here were all passed out, utterly spent from their own storm of tribadism.
“Hngh… I… I don’t even have the strength to walk…”
Even the ones still awake could barely crawl on all fours before collapsing in exhaustion. I get that our Maki is irresistible, but couldn’t you have shown a little restraint? Ah… perhaps I’m not the best one to give that advice, considering I almost died from pleasure with Maki myself.
Poor things… I got to fuck an S-class living onahole, and they were probably just happy with some mutual licking and sucking. Still, Maki is mine, my personal living toy. I won’t be lending her out to you lot. Clutching my spoils from the banquet, I hurried back to the bedroom, already plotting how best to ravage Maki.
I hadn’t registered it in my haste to grab everything, but once I dumped it all haphazardly on my bedroom floor, I saw the sheer volume of my acquisitions. Dildo, whip, dog collar, handcuffs, shackles… It might take more than just tonight to properly break in all these delightful instruments.
I found Maki waiting for me, sprawled on the bed in her barely-there, ripped lingerie dress. A mischievous thought sparked in my mind, and I reached for the ropes first among my treasures. This wasn’t just any rope; it felt tougher than wire. How could I possibly bind our delicate Maki’s wrists with something so rough? Oh, but I must bind her well…!
“Princess… where did you go? What are all those things…?”
I’d never actually tied anyone up with rope before, but as I set about binding Maki, intent on molding her into the perfect living onahole, my hands moved with surprising speed and efficiency. Maki seemed momentarily startled, but she must have sensed the futility of resistance, because she simply followed my lead.
The effects of her training are already showing… Is this the joy a handler feels when taming a wild animal for the first time? The thought flashed through my mind. It might have been amusing if she’d struggled a little more here…
First, I secured Maki’s wrists tightly with the rope, then looped it around one of the chandelier arms hanging from the bedroom ceiling, anchoring her arms above her head, exposing her smooth, hairless armpits. Then, searching for something heavy, I hastily toppled the wardrobe and looped the other end of the rope around it, finally tying it to Maki’s ankles.
The finished product was perfect. Maki’s arms were raised towards the ceiling, her bare, flawless armpits on full display, while her neatly bound feet were anchored by the sturdy wardrobe. She looked every bit the captured princess in a villain’s clutches.
“Now, Maki. You will tell me nothing but the truth. There will be punishments for liars. So, go on, admit that you’re a maso pig!”
“I… I can’t admit it… I’m not a maso pig… Ah-ah-aah!”
While I was busily tying her up, the little pig hadn’t offered a single protest, just kept leaking that clear, sticky fluid. But now, she was being quite vocal, so I clenched my fist and delivered a sharp punch to her surprisingly firm abs.
Each time my fist connected, she’d gasp, her body recoiling, yet a thin, high-pitched moan would escape her lips. The pheromones radiating from her seemed particularly potent on other women, but even a man would be driven mad with lust by those whimpers, unable to resist tearing off her clothes and claiming her.
“My Maki, getting off on my stomach punches, yet still refusing to admit she’s a maso pig? I’ll ask you one more time. You are a maso pig, aren’t you?”
“That’s… not true… Ah! Ah! Ah!”
I landed a few more solid punches to her belly, then paused for a moment before repeating my question. Predictably, she still denied being a maso pig. And the audacity! Even as she lied, she dared to look up at me with those bewitching eyes.
In the end, I had no choice but to deliver another series of stomach punches. Her body jolted violently with each blow, her large breasts bouncing along with the impact. Ugh, were those tits or another head? Even with her arms suspended above her and her feet anchored to the wardrobe, my punches were clearly having quite the effect.
Of course, I’d also made sure to blindfold my little slave, preventing her from looking directly at her Mistress. With her sight gone, she seemed to reach even greater heights of ecstasy, wasting that delicious, rich breast milk all over the floor. You shouldn’t waste food like that, Maki! It seems some special training is in order.
The harder I punched her stomach, the more delighted her moans became, a sensual assault on my ears that only pleased me further. The way she kept drooling, quite shamelessly, was a clear sign she was 100% enjoying it. After so many punches, a clear imprint of my fist was visible on her abdomen. If I kept going like this, she’d probably bruise…
“Princess… please hit me a little… softer…”
What was that? Not “stop,” but “a little softer”? See! Just like her denial of being a maso pig, she’s probably just saying that to prolong the sensation, to feel even more while being punished! This little thing is even more of a perverted masochist than I imagined!
“Maki, you want me to hit your stomach softer? Then you’ll have to give me a reason to want to grant your request.”
I decided to give her a moment to speak. As I watched, a deep blush spread across her face, her breath coming in ragged gasps before she finally managed to stammer out a few words. She seemed almost overwhelmed by her arousal, barely able to speak coherently.
“This… this is where… your and my… baby… will grow… so please… be a little… gentler…”
In that instant, hearing those words, spoken in a voice thick with exhaustion, I lost all semblance of composure. Where our baby will grow? That was practically a declaration of surrender! What else could it be but a complete yielding of her womb to carry my child? Especially coming from a woman in a same-sex relationship, not some ‘ideal’ heterosexual pairing…!
There was a certain logic to her plea to be gentle with the place our baby would reside, so I immediately stopped punching her stomach. Instead, I leaned close to her bare armpit and licked it. The taste of her sweat was sweet. It seemed those tempting pheromones were even present in her perspiration.
She must have been incredibly sensitive there because the moment I stopped hitting her belly and started lavishing her body with my tongue, she shuddered violently, clearly on the verge of another orgasm. I had never realized that the hollow beneath the shoulder was so deliciously intoxicating.
The Princess of Atlantia, having ceased her stomach punches on Caldir, decided to indulge her own pleasure for a moment, savoring the sweet taste of sweat from her bare armpit. Then, she untied the ropes binding Caldir’s wrists and ankles and lowered her from the ceiling.
Of course, just because Caldir had offered her womb to carry the Princess’s child didn’t mean the fun was over. As soon as she was down from the ceiling, the Princess forcefully twisted Caldir’s soft arms behind her back, re-tying her wrists and then looping the rope around her neck and waist, effectively immobilizing her arms.
Before binding Caldir in such a way, the Princess had, of course, completely stripped off the tattered lingerie dress that barely clung to her body. The sight of the brown rope crisscrossing her pristine white skin was reminiscent of watching a person of color ravishing a white person.
Despite it being her first time binding someone in this manner, the Princess did an excellent job of securing Caldir. Having been subjected to stomach punches while suspended from the ceiling and then immediately bound behind her back upon being lowered, Caldir, still blindfolded, seemed to find the sensation of her arms twisted and bound to be yet another source of excitement, letting out a soft moan.
“See? I told you, you’re a magnificent maso pig. If you insist on continuing to lie, then I have no choice but to keep punishing you.”
Caldir, rather than resisting the Princess’s pressure, seemed to crave the punishment, offering no real response other than ragged breaths. The Princess, faced with Caldir’s lewd behavior while bound, unceremoniously dumped her onto the milk and juice-soaked sheets, forcing her knees apart in an M-shape, ready for a doggy-style assault.
Seeing her body pressed against the bed in the doggy position, her back arched as if she couldn’t breathe, her ass sticking up so invitingly, the urge to take her right then and there was almost overwhelming. But instead of mounting Caldir again, the Princess picked up the thorny whip she had pilfered along with the rope from the banquet hall.
“One lash for every lie. Now answer my question. You’re a maso pig, aren’t you? You were swaying that big ass of yours in the banquet hall to tempt me, weren’t you?”
“Ah… a-ah… I… I never… tempted… you, Your Highness…”
Before Caldir could even finish her denial, the Princess swung the whip with merciless precision, the lashes landing squarely on both cheeks of her ass, leaving vivid red welts. Just like tying her up, it was her first time using a whip, but the very first strike landed with satisfying force.
“You’re clearly lying. You just want to be punished by me, don’t you? Isn’t that it?”
“I… I haven’t done anything wrong enough to deserve punishment…”
The whip cracked again, and Caldir’s cry echoed through the room. The Princess watched as Caldir’s exposed ass twitched and her juices flowed uncontrollably, her conviction that Caldir was indeed a maso pig solidifying. This time, she tightened her grip on Caldir’s wrists even further.
“Just like when you were being punched, you’re enjoying this whipping, aren’t you?”
“I… I’ve never felt anything like that… even once!”
Another lash. This wasn’t just any whip; it had tiny barbs that undoubtedly amplified Caldir’s pleasure. With each strike that landed on her backside, a jolt of ecstasy shot through Caldir’s body, fueling her continued lies to the Princess.
The Princess’s question about whether she was lying to enjoy the punishment was spot on. Caldir had experienced thrilling orgasms not only while being stomach-punched while suspended from the ceiling but also now, as her bare bottom was being whipped in such a humiliating position.
Each moment brought flashes of light behind her eyelids, her chest tightening with heat. Lost in the throes of orgasm, her heart pounded, and the embarrassing flow of breast milk only intensified the burning sensation in her breasts.
“More… more… punish this lying child…!”
Finally, a desperate plea escaped Caldir’s lips. When she honestly begged for more punishment, the Princess, in a perverse twist, ceased the whipping. She wanted to hear Caldir willingly declare herself a slave. Heh… a little more torment, and then it’s time for the dildo…
