Chapter 10
“You’ll willingly accept punishment… That’s a very good attitude. But before that… if you promise to become my personal living onahole, I might just grant you another round of lashes.”
“A… a living… ona…? Th-that’s… a bit…”
“Fine then. No whipping until you say the words.”
Her Highness, sensing Caldir’s apparent confusion about the correct response, took it upon herself to pen the required declaration on a piece of paper. Even as this transpired, Caldir, still bound and helpless, continued to writhe and moan, lost in her own solitary pleasure. Honestly, getting off that hard without anyone even touching you? Impressive.
“I’ll take off the blindfold. Read this aloud, and you’ll get what you desire.”
“What… I desire…?”
Before Caldir’s eyes, the unsettling gaze of her Princess, regarding her not as a fellow human but as a mere sex toy, flickered alongside the offered paper. Focusing on the script, she found words that felt almost impossible for a human mouth to utter. If she read this… could she truly obtain what she longed for? Then… then she…
Ah, what did it matter anyway? She wasn’t a person anymore, just a bound and blindfolded thing, writhing in pleasure from stomach punches, a mere masochistic pig. Surely, uttering these shameful words wouldn’t make things any worse? No one was here to witness her degradation. Yes, just this once, she could bear it… she had to.
“I… I, Caldir… no, Maki… am a hardcore masochistic pig… who gets off on stomach punches and ass-whippings. From today onward, I willingly offer my body to serve solely as the personal living onahole of Princess Atlantia, dedicated to fulfilling her every sexual need…”
Oh, the shame… If she had been in her right mind, she could never have read such words. But now, the mere thought of her Princess’s whip against her bare backside propelled her through the humiliating script. What a hopeless, masochistic pig she was. She continued, her voice trembling.
“Everything that comes from my breasts and my… vagina… belongs to the Princess… and only the Princess… And if it is Her Highness’s wish… I will bear… her child… in my womb…”
“Well, look at you, reading that whole long thing! Doesn’t honesty just suit you?”
Her Highness chuckled, a sound that bordered on manic, as if she were teetering on the edge of complete sexual madness. No, scratch that – she had plunged headfirst into it. To be fair, Caldir, that remarkable masochistic pig, had somehow deciphered and obediently read the Princess’s hastily scribbled demands.
And with that, a verbal slave contract was sealed. A verbal contract was still a contract. The Princess now held exclusive rights to Caldir’s milk and juices, free to carry her mobile milk dispenser around, lay her down anywhere, and suckle those plump breasts at will, or to mount Caldir whenever the urge struck. Caldir herself had declared her servitude.
The Princess, now pleased with Caldir’s newfound honesty, decided to bestow a reward. The continued lashing was both punishment and prize for Caldir. The blindfold was once again secured over Caldir’s eyes, and her pristine white buttocks began to bloom with angry red.
Already bearing the crimson marks of the Princess’s repeated slaps, Caldir’s backside soon became a canvas of fiery red, barely showing any of its original paleness. Even as her tender flesh began to swell and blood threatened to surface, Caldir could only moan her pleasure, a series of strangled gasps. Whew… haah… this whipping… it was more tiring than it looked.
Now… now was the perfect moment to introduce my dildo… Ah! That thing… the souvenir from the banquet. Finally making its grand entrance. I laid Caldir back down, and for a good thirty minutes, I tormented her by teasing her vulva without actually entering, rubbing the dildo against her folds or sliding it between her firm thighs, indulging in some delicious smushing. Now I remember.
“Haaah… hnghngh… something that big… it won’t all fit inside me, Your Highness… If you really want to… could you perhaps use… something smaller…?”
“No. Based on my thorough observations of you, I highly doubt a dainty little thing would satisfy you. This is what you need. Besides, the pain is only the first time, so relax.”
Caldir, feeling the slick dildo slide repeatedly across her yearning vulva without actually penetrating, whispered her plea, a hint of frustrated anticipation in her voice. Honestly, a thirty-centimeter dildo was even beyond my usual self-pleasure standards… but the way she whispered that… it practically screamed for me to ram it in all the way.
The moment it slid in, Caldir cried out in pain, begging me to withdraw it. Of course, the pleas of a creature who had just sworn to be my personal living onahole held absolutely no sway over me. Her folds were as soft as an angel’s wing, her juices as intoxicating as the springwater of paradise, and her vaginal muscles clenched around the dildo with a possessive grip, like the gates of heaven slamming shut on a sinner.
She was practically perfect to be my official concubine. Ah, and to think, I was the first to experience this hidden paradise, a sensation even Caldir herself had never known… The pleasure was beyond anything I had ever felt before. I doubted I would ever find a more exquisite vessel. I’d stake my life on it – this was the most magnificent pussy in the entire universe.
The legendary beauty’s vulva was right here! A single pussy capable of melting not just an empire but an entire damn universe into a puddle of lust was right here!
Thwack, thwack-thwack, thwack, thwack… Caldir’s groin colliding with mine looked terribly fragile. What was she doing?
Ah, right. Caldir had mentioned being born on Mars. Even if her distant ancestors were Earthlings, someone born and raised on Mars, with only one-third of Earth’s gravity, would naturally have weaker bones and less muscle mass than a true-blooded Earthling like me. Ooooh! Caldir’s delicate bones! Today, I shall shatter them with my tempestuous thrusts! And tear those muscles to shreds!
Just like the ancient tales of Earth’s space fleets crushing the Martian natives’ resistance and planting their flag on the red planet, I too, would leave an indelible, unforgettable mark on Caldir’s Martian body.
The Martian natives, facing the Earth army’s invasion, at least had anti-aircraft guns and missiles to put up some semblance of resistance before being conquered. But Caldir offered no resistance whatsoever, simply wrapping her legs around my waist, silently accepting my passionate onslaught.
Damn it…! She cried out in pain at first, but now she was wrapping her legs around my waist! What the hell was that supposed to mean?! This… even without words… it meant, “Please don’t stop, keep pounding me,” right? Right?! You hardcore maso bitch vagina of Caldir’s!
I knew then that the moment of my release was fast approaching. The sensations emanating from the dildo were anything but ordinary. Though I had lived as a woman for over a decade, interpreting the signals my toy was sending wasn’t difficult. My first volley was going straight to the deepest depths of our Maki’s core! Get pregnant already! My baby, I command you to ovulate!
“Haaah… haah… finally back… that was too long this time. I’ll have to be more careful in the future. Almost dying from pleasure twice in one night…”
The instant my dildo erupted in a colossal explosion within Caldir’s depths, I was yanked back to reality. I had been wandering somewhere beyond the stars, only to be forcibly sucked into a suddenly appearing white hole… When I awoke, Caldir was still unconscious, and my bedroom was a chaotic testament to our intense encounter.
“Hey, hey. Wake up already. I’m awake… it’s probably been almost an hour.”
Her Highness, having glanced at the clock hanging in the corner of the room before her second fainting spell, realized that nearly an hour had passed before she finally regained consciousness. Every second spent unconscious was a precious moment wasted! So many delightful tortures she could have inflicted if only she hadn’t passed out!
“Ah… so even this constant slapping of your cheeks isn’t enough to bring you back to your senses?”
Caldir showed no signs of stirring. Had she actually… died from pleasure at my hands? I tried to check for a pulse, but her enormous breasts made it impossible to hear her heartbeat properly. Even pressing my ear against them yielded only soft flesh. Instead, I felt for a pulse in her wrist. Hmm… she was definitely alive. What was the protocol for this situation?
Wait, before that, I had carved my absolute pleasure mark onto her lower abdomen… If she had died, wouldn’t I, sharing her life force, have perished as well? So, she was alive… CPR? Through this… violent mass of flesh? Mouth-to-mouth? What good would artificial respiration do when I didn’t even know CPR? Forbidden ancient sorcery? Ah, that was probably taking it too far.
Ultimately, Her Highness decided to employ a more classic method to revive Caldir: water torture. Since there was no readily available water – though, thinking about it later, the kitchen sink would have sufficed, but it hadn’t occurred to her at the time – she resorted to the breast pump, attaching it to our Maki’s ample bosom and extracting the milk.
Even extracted while unconscious, the volume was astonishing. Was she some kind of human dairy cow? Even I, with half succubus blood, couldn’t produce milk in such quantities… Could she have been a ‘hybrid human’ with cow blood? Well, that wasn’t important right now.
Having expressed a generous amount of Caldir’s milk, the Princess proceeded to pour the entire container directly onto Caldir’s face. Milk torture instead of water torture! Splutter, cough… cough… The effect was remarkable! Caldir miraculously awoke, and Her Highness wore a satisfied smile.
“Finally awake, are we? A slave daring to wake up later than her mistress… Now that you’re conscious, you can start by thoroughly licking all the fake cum and your own juices off my dildo.”
“Ugh-eck… eck…”
Without granting the newly awakened Caldir even a moment of respite, I immediately plunged my dildo into her eager mouth. The thick toy ramming past her uvula and deep into her esophagus the instant she regained consciousness caused Caldir to gag, tears welling in her eyes… but Her Highness showed no mercy. Cleanup fellatio was the obvious duty of a slave… or so she seemed to believe.
Caldir, sensing the inevitability of her fate, dutifully took the Princess’s substantial dildo into her mouth. She then pushed herself up on the bed, kneeling as she expertly sucked on the toy. Her lips sealed tightly around the shaft, moving rhythmically back and forth, her tongue working tirelessly to cleanse it of the mingled fluids.
To further please her new mistress, she moved her x-tied hands as much as possible to gently caress the balls dangling beneath the dildo. The very same balls that had slammed against her ass when the Princess had been mercilessly pounding her vagina and anus… Now, she used her hands, her mouth, her tongue… with devoted care…
Ugh-eck, even trying to hold it down, the dildo reaching so deep into my esophagus kept triggering my gag reflex. Nothing in my stomach, but still nauseating. It’s okay… it’s just gone from sucking the Princess’s vagina to sucking her dildo. I’ve done this before… I’m used to it!
“You little bitch… I’ve already come three times on this dildo, and you’re still making me hard… Fine then, fourth time’s the charm, right down our Maki’s throat-vagina!”
Fourth… fourth time…? As I recalled… the first time in my vagina, the second in my anus… Where had she… come a third time while I was unconscious? That explained… the dampness on my breasts.
Slurp, slurp-slurp… ugh-ugh… ugh-bup… If she comes deep in my throat again, I might faint again…♥ And then… who knows what kind of torment Her Highness will inflict on my unconscious body…♥ Stay alert, Caldir…!
Splutter-lulu-loot! Splurt! Impressed by Caldir’s eager lips and the unsolicited, yet appreciated, service of gently massaging his balls without using her teeth, the Princess rewarded her with a generous load deep into her throat-vagina. Th-this… this was it… the last of the… fake cum in the cartridge…
Ughhhhh ughh… Right before her climax, the Princess had forcefully gripped Caldir’s head with both hands, preventing her from pulling away. As a result, Caldir couldn’t avoid the intense gush that went straight to her stomach. Her first taste of anything today was fake cum – a truly legendary start to the day. It was a shame she couldn’t even savor the flavor…
Wait, why was I even curious about the taste of fake cum…? Ugh-weee-eck! As Caldir’s eyes glazed over once more, the fake ejaculate overflowed from her lips, dripping onto the bed… The Princess, perhaps intending to demonstrate the true essence of fake cum, slowly withdrew the dildo from my mouth-vagina.
As she pulled it out, she generously deposited the remaining fake cum onto my tongue and face as a bonus. This fake ejaculate that had warmed my vagina and anus… now that I had received it… the texture, the scent… it was just like real cum… Ah, no… even though I’ve never been with a man… it just somehow felt similar to what I imagine real cum would be like! It’s just a guess! Anyone can make a guess!
“Alright, now swallow every last drop. You drank my piss without complaint; surely you won’t refuse to drink my fake cum now, will you?”
Caldir’s body was now incapable of refusing any command from her Princess. As ordered, she slowly savored the taste of the fake cum remaining in her mouth, swallowing it down her throat. She then wiped the ejaculate from her face and breasts with her hands and licked it clean. The Princess, seemingly understanding her intentions, finally released her wrists.
If she needed to use her hands to lick up the cum I had just deposited, I should at least make it a little easier for her… Perhaps that was what Her Highness was thinking.
“Now that the cum is all gone… and the dildo intrusion during our tribadism session went on for far too long… it’s time for…”
Time for a four-legged stroll. With those words, the Princess discarded the completely empty dildo and picked up the dog collar.
