The sweet sound of her begging moans and weak grunts had faded into less than pleading whimpers as the hours went by. She was so tired and spent that she hardly had it in her anymore to do anything but keep breathing. Her athletic body was coated in a thin sheen of perspiration, her face streaked with tears and drool, and her hair was an awful mess after being frequently employed as reins. Kyrah was rather tired as well. Panting, her own hair in tangles and her body wet with her sweaty efforts, she lay on top of little Tara, weathering the latest orgasm by biting her lower lip and keeping her eyes closed. The vibrating dildo she had used – a curved, knobby thing that she inserted deep inside herself and kept in place simply by clamping her vaginal walls around it – to fuck her newest female slave had ravaged them both to several powerful climaxes, but it was no doubt that Kyrah was the only one who truly enjoyed herself.
The human female – Tara – had spent several hours licking Kyrah to a handful of mellow orgasms under threat of choking, as Kyrah preferred to smother the little human to coax her to lick and suck more vigorously. She had started off rather reluctant and inexperienced in cunnilingus, but with the proper “incitement”, Tara had learned to eat Kyrah out in the way that made her toes curl and her loins burn.
She had made Tara lick and suck so much that her tongue had gotten sore and red, and while the human’s improved regeneration would see to the little wound in no time, Kyrah had decided that the tongue-handicap was the perfect excuse to move on to the next part.
Hands cuffed behind Tara’s back, Kyrah had attached a collar around the mare’s slender neck – the very same one she had instructed Ak’vel to put on the boy – and teleported them both to Kyrah’s personal bedchamber – a feat the girl couldn’t help but seem impressed about, which made Kyrah wonder what good human technology could be at all if simple teleportation was something to gawk at.
Once in her large, soft gravity-bed covered in pristine white sheets, Kyrah had engaged the bed’s engines to let it float, soundlessly, inside the dimly lit room of purple floors and walls. Disengaging the wall in front of the bed, the purple steel alloy turned transparent, showing the image through the mechanical eye of a hull-mounted camera, effectively turning the entire wall into a huge viewport. Through it, the human world spun slowly, Thelluloid ships in high anchor all around, many engaged in orbital bombardment or pouring more Imperial fighters to the fight.
With this gorgeous vista spread out before the floating bed, Kyrah had donned her favourite dildo – one end slipping into her cunt, the other ready to penetrate another – and taken the mare for a proper ride. She had decided not to gag her in order to hear her wails and pleads all the better, the room filling with the sweet sounds of her thighs slapping the girl’s ass as she screamed “please stop” over and over.
So far, Kyrah was extremely pleased with the new acquisitions to her slave-harem. The boy’s cum soothed her itch oh so well, and the frightened girl was a delight to fuck, hearing her beg for mercy and plead for Kyrah to stop like the sweetest music, both of them orgasming frequently though Tara’s climaxes were only a by-product of Kyrah’s rough fucking to get herself off.
Kyrah had to stop for a moment and remind herself to relish this part of her new slaves, when they were still trying to resist, when they hadn’t yet been broken and therefore thought there was anything they could do to earn their new owner’s pardon should they just try hard enough to please her.
Trouble was, as the humans would realize soon enough, the only thing Kyrah wanted from them was submission and helplessness. For the girl, this meant eating Kyrah’s cunt or receive a brutal fucking. For the boy, this meant a continuous supply of fresh seed for Kyrah to devour whenever she wanted to. She was not one for moderation, and she had already developed a taste for the human’s cum.
Vials of the human’s thick, viscous seed were sent straight to Kyrah through the ship’s teletransportation matrix whenever Ak’vel forced him to orgasm. But after gluttonously consuming more than thirteen vials, she decided to reprogram the vials to go straight to nullentropic storage, where time would not wear on the substances kept within its nestling stasis fields, keeping the cum fresh forever as though it had just been squeezed out of the balls.
Planting her knees on the mattress, she rose above her little mare, the wet dildo sliding out of the slave’s ravaged pussy as she did. She loved seeing Tara just lie there, too fucked-out to even protest anymore. Kyrah reached down and grabbed handfuls of the humans delicious ass, being rewarded with a mournful whimper when she squeezed.
“Do you think we are done already?” she mocked. “I am afraid my libido is far from satisfied yet, little one.”
Tara could only sob. She was too weak to do anything. Not that resisting helped. If the difference in size was the only obstacle between the two, she believed that, with her combat training, she could offer at least a passable fight. But her captor was stronger than she looked, too, easily pinning Tara down if she ever got too unruly before resuming the rape.
“Please… no more…” she panted, her tongue feeling like it had scraped sand paper repeatedly after being forced to lick Kyrah’s cunt for so long, her pussy throbbing and aching from the continuous fucking.
Her shoulders were tired from having her hands bound behind her back, and whilst the material of the cuffs themselves were like soft leather, they were clamping onto her uncomfortably tight.
Kyrah let out a soft, if ominous laugh, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down her cleavage. Spreading the human’s ass cheeks, she revealed the puckered pink asshole, and brushing her thumb against it produced a deliciously frightened whimper from the girl.
“Only one hole left in your body that I have yet to sample,” she mocked with a big grin. Gently pushing her thumb against the hole, not enough to push it in but enough to make Tara think that she would. The little human’s body tensed from tip to toe.
“Please don’t!” she pleaded.
“I have already told you, Tara, if you wish to beseech my mercy or my general kindness, what must you call me?”
“Mistress! Please, mistress, don’t!”
Smiling, Kyrah landed a hard smack on Tara’s right buttock, making her squeal.
“Now now, slave, as your mistress, your body is mine to do with as I please.” She planted one hand next to Tara’s upper arm and, leaning over her, put her head next to hers, the other hand grabbing a fistful of the mare’s brown tresses, yanking her head up so that they were cheek to cheek.
Kyrah’s hard nipples scraping against the human’s silken back was enough to make her have to bite her lip before she spoke sultrily, quietly. “And right now, it would please me greatly to fuck you in the ass.”
Tara sobbed anew, despair overcoming her once more.
“But oh no,” the Ar’a said with exaggerated theatricality, eying the floating basin of lube, hovering next to the bed barely out of arm’s reach. “The lube is all the way over there. I don’t think your pussy juices on my dildo is going to be quite enough to make the anal penetration any less painful for you.”
Hearing the girl’s continued wails was more than enough to make Kyrah’s pussy throb expectantly around the vibrator, her g-spot rubbing against the toy’s smooth surface.
“Oh, I just got an idea,” she tittered cheekily, making shivers jolt through Tara’s body.
Sliding over Tara – towards the side of the bed furthest away from the floating basin of lube – Kyrah, by a simple verbal command, made the levitating bed lower enough towards the floor so that she could step down onto it. Grabbing Tara by her hair, she unceremoniously pulled the human towards the edge of the bed, making her scream in pain, turning her around in the same motion so that she was on her back and her head hung off the side of the bed.
Now holding her mare by the throat, Kyrah murmured, “After all,” she grabbed the dildo with one hand and lined it up with Tara’s mouth. “You have a veritable lube-factory right in here.”
Tara tried protesting, tried squirming away, but any significant struggling would cause herself to choke on Kyrah’s blue hand around her neck over the collar, and as soon as she opened her mouth to plead – knowing it would get her nowhere – Kyrah pushed the dildo inside, the bulbous head parting her teeth with ease as it slid inside.
“Ooh fuck,” Kyrah murmured, feeling the tightness of Tara’s mouth simulated in the way her advanced dildo throbbed and vibrated her insides.
Initially she sank the long toy halfway into Tara’s mouth, which was enough to make the poor thing gag, a shower of spittle spraying from her mouth to splash on Kyrah’s thighs and Tara’s face.
Mouth half open in a pleasured sigh, Kyrah moved her hands to grab Tara’s breasts, which were big for the human’s lithe frame. Pulling the dildo out until just the tip remained inside her mouth, she slowly sank it back in again, once more hearing and feeling the human struggle when it got halfway in.
“Theeeere we go, now we’re gonna get it nice and slick, ready to penetrate that sweet asshole.”
Keeping her hold on Tara’s tits, kneading and squeezing the wondrous flesh, Kyrah bucked her hips, forcing the dildo deeper into her throat. From this position, Tara’s neck stretching from the head hanging off the side of the mattress, Kyrah could see Tara’s throat start to bulge when the dildo got far enough inside her mouth.
Already Tara’s feet were flailing on the bed, kicking the air and flopping from side to side. With another pleasured sigh, Kyrah withdrew the dildo until it was about a third of the way inside Tara’s mouth. Then, taking a step forward, she pitilessly sank it into her mouth all the way to the hilt with a slow but forceful thrust.
Tara was kicking, gagging, feeling her head spin. Tears were pushing forth from the corners of her eyes, and the violent intrusion into her mouth made spittle and drool run out of her lips down her face, getting into her eyes and nostrils.
Eyes rolling into the back of her head, her breath failing her and her vision impaired by enveloping blackness and her own saliva, she was blissfully able to fill her lungs with a desperate inhale when Kyrah drew the fake cock about two thirds out, but only so that she could push it all the way back in again.
Earlier, Tara had considered it was fitting that Kyrah had horns, for so far she had never encountered anyone this demonic.
Kyrah loved watching her slave struggle. Watch her fight to stay conscious, seeing her legs flap and flail, hearing her gargled grunts and feeling more and more spit cover her thighs as they slapped against the human’s cheeks.
Most of all she loved how her tight throat made her feel through the dildo, buzzing and throbbing in her dripping cunt as she manhandled the slave’s tits.
Most brands of pseudo-manhoods for the females of the Thelluloid Empire to purchase were very advanced, their built-in software able to distinguish what was being penetrated – mouth, ass or pussy – and relay the relevant physical feedback to the wearer, so that no two holes felt the same. This was also true for different holes of the same kind, like the pussies of two different slaves, and moreover, the toys were also able to make the wearer “feel” when it was being licked or sucked.
Losing herself in the throat fuck, the chamber resonating with the wonderful sounds of slapping thighs and gagging moans, Kyrah rolled her head back and closed her eyes, her hands still helping themselves to the mare’s soft womanflesh as she fucked her way to yet another orgasm.
Weathering the climax with a long and low moan, Kyrah didn’t realize she was standing all the way against Tara with her head between her thighs, the dildo firmly embedded as far down her throat as it could go. With a smile, hooking some wild strands of white hair behind her pointy ear where they had come undone during the thrusting, she stepped back and, slowly, withdrew the dildo.
Several long strands of thick saliva harvested from the back of Tara’s throat bridged the growing gap between the dildo and Tara’s lips, only reluctantly breaking when the distance became too great. The dildo was absolutely coated in the human’s spittle, and so was Tara’s face.
It took a moment before there was any reaction from Tara, who just lay there like a gutted fish for a few seconds after Kyrah’s toy had vacated her mouth. Then, with a coughing fit and violent convulsions, the human regained her senses, heaving for air.
“Pleah… ple… please… mis…” she offered feebly between gulps of air.
Smiling, Kyrah grabbed Tara’s nipples with her thumbs and forefingers and gave them a squeeze, tug and twist, producing a very weak, painful groan from her.
“There we are, all lubed up and good to go.”
Tara tried sobbing, tried pleading, but she was having a tough enough time to breathe. Her throat felt violated because that was just what it was, and the burning sensation in her chest made it difficult to summon the necessary breath to form words.
She dreaded what she knew was coming. The only un-raped hole she had left was about to change its status.
With ease, Kyrah repositioned Tara on the floating bed so that she was on her belly with her legs hanging off the side of it. The slave’s brown hair was a mess, all over the place, and her flushed, spit and tear covered face was crowned with her helpless, confused expression.
Spurred on by the latest orgasm – as Ar’a were prone to, even their bodies having no sense to know when it was okay to call it a day – Kyrah grabbed the human’s hips and stepped close enough for the spit-covered tip of her dildo to push against the mare’s asshole, but not enough to make it enter.
“Has anybody ever fucked you in the ass?”
“No…” she whined. “Please… don’t…”
Licking her teeth inside her mouth, delighted that she’d be the first to enter the human’s tightest opening, she asked “Do you think Kayven pleaded and begged before Ak’vel took his virginity?”
She’d been so busy with her own predicament, that Tara had forgotten all about how Kayven had been dragged away by that huge purple slave-trainer. She had been scared for the both of them long before she had entered the room, but most of all, she remembered the way she had asked Kayven that question.
Have you been fucked in the ass before?
Now Kyrah had asked her a very similar question, but whilst Kyrah’s words “only” made her even more fearful and pleading, the way Ak’vel had asked Kayven had sent shards of ice ravaging through her body. She shuddered to imagine that hulking beast raping Kayven, but even more, as it applied to her, she dreaded that dildo currently pressed against her opening actually coming inside.
Grinning, holding Tara down by her hips, Kyrah pushed her own hips forwards, forcing the tip of her dildo inside, relishing in the way the slave tensed up, her mouth screwed open in a silent scream.
“Mmm, that feels so nice and tight, slave.” She continued moving it inside at a steady pace, not stopping until it was all the way inside.
Once all the way inside, Kyrah immediately set to work, pumping her asshole at a medium pace, letting out a soft hum of pleasure.
Delighting in the wondrous tightness of Tara’s virgin asshole, seeing her butt cheeks ripple when she slapped her thighs against them, Kyrah spared a thought to her other human slave, her new milking stud, wondering how his trainer was currently keeping his cock busy. And, indeed, if he had made a loud show of himself as Ak’vel raped away his asshole’s virginity.
At some point during the brutal milking and fucking, ravaged by hypersensitivity in his constantly milked cock, having his ass repeatedly and forcefully penetrated by the huffing, hulking woman behind him, the sensory overstimulation and intensity had caused Kayven to pass out.
He had no idea how many times he had been made to cum, shooting his ever diminishing, yet inhumanly large load into the milking machine. It should have been impossible for any man to cum as often as he did, not to mention as much as he did. It was safe to say the alterations the aliens had done to him were to blame, and it was scary to contemplate just what they had done to him whilst he had been unconscious, after they had taken him from the battlefield.
Not to mention that despite the refractory period – the period after an orgasm where it should be impossible for a man to orgasm again – and despite the indescribable hypersensitivity he remained able to cum.
Just before he passed out, the cumulative sensations of post-orgasmic torture stacked with consecutive climaxes and joined with the ruthless pegging visited upon him by Ak’vel, Kayven’s cock, balls and asshole felt like they had caught fire and were wreaking havoc with his senses. In a way, it was a relief to have lost consciousness, but he doubted very much it was good for him.
He recalled all of this upon waking, but, curiously, he felt completely fine. His nether regions no longer felt like they were burning, his ass – though sore – felt blissfully freed from the huge dildo, and strangest of all, he felt completely rested, like he had slept a full night. But he knew he hadn’t been out for quite that long.
As reality reasserted itself in his mind, he felt a warm, wet spot on his belly, moving side to side and slowly up towards his chest. Carefully opening his eyes, letting them adjust to the glow coming from above him, he saw Rhai on his left.
The gorgeous pink girl, still completely naked, her massive breasts pushed together from her upper arms pushing against their outer slopes, was gently scrubbing his belly with a piece of fluffy cloth, warm water cleaning away the sweat he had worked up during his first session with Ak’vel.
Rhai was seriously attractive. Alien or no, she was all woman. Her form was exquisite, her golden eyes like amicable stars in her sweet face, and her long ginger hear pulled in a tight ponytail suited her perfectly. The pointy ears added an additional exotic flare to her, as if the rest of her failed to.
She was simply beautiful, the only things not at home on her the collar around her neck, and the worried look on her face.
Seeing that concerned expression made Kayven want to reach out to comfort her– Which was when he realized he was restrained, and trying to yelp his alarm made him aware of the sphere secured in his mouth.
He was on his back, legs spread, arms spread down his sides, straps holding him down above the elbows, over the wrists, over the thighs, below the knees and around the ankles. He could move his head, but that was it. He was still in the chamber where he had passed out, but the things that had restrained him earlier where nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by this metallic slab he was on that was clearly meant to hold somebody of his size immobile.
When he stirred and tried to form words, Rhai’s eyes darted to his. Realizing he was awake, her expression first changed to surprise, then to caution, before finally giving him a sympathetic smile, one meant to be reassuring but one that also said there was nothing she could do for him. So instead she kept washing him, using one hand to move the scrub further up whilst she tenderly placed her other hand on his cheek, stroking it with her thumb.
She ached so much for him, but she knew she was powerless to help him at all. Instead she would try to convey a sense of security when she was with him. At least that should make him feel more at ease with her, give him a respite between the sessions.
It had been painful to be forced to watch Ak’vel break him in. It was always a lot worse to see things like that happen to fresh slaves, for it was all new to them; the brutality, the pitiless proceedings, seeing their despairing faces. Kneeling in front of him then, at times having her breasts lashed for Ak’vel’s amusement as she violated the poor boy, she knew she had not been able to give him any sort of comfort. She just prayed he wouldn’t hold it against her when she was ordered by Ak’vel to do anything to him.
Like now, when she was cleaning him. It seemed innocent enough so far, but that wouldn’t last.
Ak’vel had made sure to plan it that way.
Cleansing his skin with the auto-rinsing cloth that drew water from the air and heated it to just under body temperature, Rhai efficiently but slowly – sensually – washed the boy down, leaving no inch untouched except for his resting cock. At times when she leaned over him, her heavy breasts pushed and pooled against him, her hard nipples dragging along his skin, and at infrequent intervals she stopped to place kisses on his body.
Kayven was confused by what was happening, still terrified and a little angry, considering what he had just been through. The fear and anger were readily justified, but the way the little Hynger cleaned him with such care and, it seemed, devotion, was an element to his predicament that he had trouble understanding.
All about his captivity so far had left nothing to be desired, but the Hynger – sweet little Rhai – seemed to him like she genuinely cared, thought he could recognize compassion and love in her golden eyes.
It was difficult to concentrate on his thoughts, the way she moved the wet, warm piece of cloth – which inexplicably never dried out – on him, and the way she brushed her skin, breasts and lips on him did far too good a job of bringing his male hormones into action.
It started with a stir between his legs, and before long, his erection was complete. Finishing up cleaning him by his feet, her delicate touch not as much as tickling his soles, she threw the cloth aside, but immediately produced a new one. She gingerly stepped between his spread legs and, locking her gaze with his, started cleaning his cock. Cupping his shaft gently with one hand as the other brought the fresh cleaning rag to bear on him, she quickly made his head roll back and a sigh escape his lips.
He looked so sweet, so peaceful for the first time since they had met, which was why she so very much hated what she was doing to him, for it was not to bring him pleasure.
Running the cloth over him – his shaft, cockhead, balls, perineum and anus – she kept him fully hard and throbbing in her hand. She knew all too well that if not for the adjustments that had been done to his physiology he would not had the will to gain an erection again so soon, but that was part of being Kyrah’s milking slave. It meant you were always ready, willing or no, to be harvested.
Tossing the second rag aside as well, she bent down, gently placing her free hand on his belly, right at the navel, and used the other hand to point his straining manhood up, bringing her soft lips to bear on it.
Letting a low groan carry with his exhale, Kayven hurriedly found himself surrendering to Rhai’s mouth. She kept only the head inside it for now, playfully sucking on it as she rubbed her tongue against his frenulum.
After a little while the hand on his belly slid down, her fingers gliding sensually over his skin, until they found his balls and started gently rubbing them as her lips slid down to admit half of his length into her wet mouth.
Ak’vel had claimed Rhai had no equals in the fleet when it came to skills in oral sex, and he was only too happy to believe her. Everything she did, the way she used her tongue, the suction she applied, where she placed her hands and what she did with them, all worked in perfect tandem to heighten the experience, making him crave more, making him shudder with delight.
Taking him all the way down, her lips pressing against his base, she planted her hands on his inner thighs and slid her tongue out of her mouth, worming it between his shaft and her bottom lip to lick and rub over his tightened ballsack, coaxing another moan from him.
Drawing her lips back up so that only the tip remained inside, she got into a very slow, very steady rhythm of deep throating him, up and down, using her tongue to playfully lash against the underside of his shaft inside her mouth as she did.
The boy tried keeping his head up to look at her, his brown eyes describing the joy his gagged mouth could not, until the muscles in his neck felt too strained, forcing him to put his head back down to rest them.
Rhai wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, using it to stroke his saliva-coated hardness in tune with her mouth, up and down and up and down, while her other hand cupped and gently massaged his testicles.
The Hynger expelled so much saliva it was running down his perineum and down over his asshole, and it spoke volumes to how enthralled Rhai had him that Kayven didn’t lock up immediately at feeling something touch him down there again after how Ak’vel had treated it.
Kayven was torn between his mortal fear of his captivity and the heavenly delight emanating throughout his body from his dick, lovingly and orally lavished by Rhai and her talented blue lips. Despite wanting nothing more than to escape – to get as far away from Kyrah and Ak’vel as humanly possible – right then and there, bound on his back with Rhai between his legs, he wanted nothing as much as to just blow his load right into her capable mouth.
As he approached the edge, he surmised the proper thing to do for the one creature aboard this vessel that hadn’t manhandled him in any way was to warn her of his impending orgasm, though he was only able to make sounds through the sphere gagging him.
Knowing he was about to pop – she could always feel how close he was to orgasm just by keeping his tongue on his cock, feeling his pulse – she drew her mouth and hands off him with a parting suck and stroke, leaving the poor, spit-covered cock bouncing and begging for her to finish the job.
With regret, Rhai reached for something under the device Kayven was bound to. Retrieving the purple cock ring, she deftly secured it around his cock and balls, then used the final bit of it to divide his testicles.
“He’s ready, master,” she kneeled obediently between his legs, talking to the shadows behind Kayven’s head.
Kayven froze with dread when he heard the response.
“Good,” Ak’vel smiled evilly. “Then let us continue.”
The huge purple woman with her huge exposed purple tits stood to Kayven’s left, towering over him with her fists on her wide hips, grinning wickedly down at him, making him whimper in fright and his skin crawl just from her presence. The only thing covering her bulging musculature, that Kayven could see from his restrained position, were the skin-tight elbow-gloves.
Looking him up and down, licking her lips and then setting her dark, terrifying eyes on his, AK’vel pressed a button on the side of Kayven’s restraint bed, making a red column of that same strange red material that was frequently used throughout the ship to rise from the floor. It had a screen in the middle of it emanating blue light and twelve circles – arranged in three rows of four – dominating the screen’s space.
“Did you like Rhai’s mouth on your cock, slave?” she asked, one hand on his shoulder, the other grabbing and rubbing his thigh.
“Answer me,” she added when he didn’t respond, with just enough malice in her tone to make him jump in fear and then nod.
“Thank you,” she grinned ominously, making her tusks appear even more prominent. “Since I was the one who trained Rhai to use her mouth correctly, I will take that as a compliment.”
She turned to look at Rhai kneeling between his spread legs, giving her a haughty, almost disinterested look. “Did you enjoy sucking on his hard cock, my slave?”
“Yes master, very much,” she replied without needing to consider the question.
“Of course you did, little slut. Would you have liked it if he shot his sticky, thick cum in your mouth, too?”
“Yes master, I would.”
“I should have imagined, my little whore. You are a greedy girl. Remember, his cum is Kyrah’s property, and you may not feast on it like the slut you are without permission. Understand?”
“Yes, master, perfectly.”
“Good, slave. But you still would have preferred it if I’d let him cum in your mouth?”
Rhai’s eyes flickered to Kayven’s throbbing cock, reddened now by the cock ring, then back to her owner. “Yes, master.”
This produced a throaty, lustful laugh from Ak’vel, who fixed her eyes on the human again. “She makes me so fucking horny when she talks like the whore she is. When I am done with you I’ll take her back to my bed and violate her properly.”
Kayven yelped when the hand that had kneaded his thigh suddenly wrapped around his cock, his entire manhood disappearing from view, tip to base, in her massive hand.
“We are going to play a little game, the three of us,” the Shix trainer longingly growled. She started stroking his cock, very slowly, and yet again Kayven couldn’t quite believe that her bicep was nearly as large as his head. He groaned, looking up at the massive woman, fearing that gleeful expression on her terrifying face. She leaned in, resting her massive breasts on his torso. The soft boobs felt on the one hand awesome and warm, on the other they were very heavy.
“The game is, you have to hold back from cumming while I stroke you for a full hour.”
He let out a pleading sound. There was just no way he would be able to keep himself from cumming for that long.
“If you win, you win,” she said matter of factly, hand still stroking him slowly, her gloved hand sliding on Rhai’s saliva.
“But if you cum while I stroke you, you lose. But you don’t just lose when you cum, for I will keep stroking you for the full hour, and for every time you cum, it will mean one hour with Kyrah’s special pet in Sub-Level 6.”
Kayven had to wonder just what “pet” she was referring to, but figured she was not telling him just what it was to keep him wondering and afraid, as the unknown was a potent fuel for the fire of his terror. In addition, having been sucked so close to orgasm did not help him now in trying to hold back as his entire cock was being massaged in Ak’vel’s big, gloved hand.
He had to try to hold back, to keep himself from whatever fate awaited him at Sub-Level 6, but after but a dozen slow strokes he was already nearing the precipice.
“If you cum, there is another rule,” Ak’vel said softly, almost contentedly, combing the fingers of her free hand through the human’s hair. “If you cum, that is one hour with the pet. But if you cum and you get any of your sticky seed on me, that’s an additional hour.”
So, if he came, that meant two hours with the pet. There was no way he could keep himself from not getting it on Ak’vel, especially since her hand covered his entire manhood from base to head.
Ak’vel loved the conflicting emotions in the boy’s eyes, his pitiful whimpers and how he was visibly tensing, trying to hold the orgasm back. The way he tossed his head from side to side and clenched his eyes was more than enough indication that he was failing miserably.
Of course he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He’d be spending a good long time with Kyrah’s monster in the bowels of the Goddess’ Hand no matter how hard he tried. The objective of the game was not really that he hold back, for that was just a pretence. The real objective was to make the boy understand that, being a slave, he had no say in what happened to him, no control over what they did to him. It was not about him trying to control himself from cumming; it was about him feeling utterly helpless and powerless. A secondary objective of the game was to empty his balls to further adjust his body to its new functions, but that was insignificant when weighed against the primary goal.
That did not mean Ak’vel would not enjoy the pretence of the game as she stroked him, though. Despite dwarfing the human in sheer stature, having his human cock enveloped in her hand made her feel fucking powerful, made her grip it just a little tighter.
“But I said all three of us would play, didn’t I?” Ak’vel asked, not waiting for a response. She looked at her pink property. “Slave, suck his balls. Make them feel loved.”
“Yes, master,” Rhai complied, leaning in so that she could suck on each of the spread balls in turn.
Kayven groaned long and loud. He was so utterly powerless to stop what was happening that he couldn’t keep back a pitiful sob. He tried, though, tried thinking about anything else, tried mentally blocking off the sensations of his cock to stall the inevitable, but it was to no avail.
The orgasm was closing in.
Knowing this, Ak’vel reached her other hand around Kayven’s head and lifted it up, nestling it against her left boob, her hardened nipple poking his cheek. Her other breast still weighed down his belly.
“Let’s see what will happen,” she murmured maliciously. “Watch me stroke you, but don’t cum.”
Kayven begged her, his limbs involuntarily tugging on his bonds, trying to get away. He was so close to the first orgasm already, and the trainer had barely been jerking him off for two minutes, Rhai’s wet tongue and warm mouth on his balls not helping matters at all.
It was all so conflicting. He was being tossed off by someone who clearly knew how to do it, but in his predicament he begged her to take his hand off him and deny him that orgasm he was headed for. Warm flesh of boobs were pillowing against him all the way from his face to his pelvis, and little Rhai was treating his balls to the best oral service they had ever experienced.
They were going to do this to him for a full hour. It was no longer about him trying not to cum; it was about limiting how many times he was forced to.
His eyes watched his cock. He was unable to look away. Watched that huge hand stroking him, jerking him off, making his balls tighten against the cock ring, making his brain scream for release.
“Don’t cum,” Ak’vel said, still stroking him just as slowly, the very tip of his cockhead sometimes poking out from between her index finger curled around it. She gently pressed his head against her tit.
Kayven’s teeth clamped down on the gag. He was so close. He had to… hold it…
The monotonous, slow strokes never changed, and that’s what made them impossible to ignore.
Trying to shake his way free, whimpering and pleading, his helpless manhood seconds away from erupting, Kayven soon had to give in to the inevitable.
Moaning loudly, the orgasm he had tried to deny himself washing over him with double the vigour it would have had he accepted it. He shuddered in tune with his pulse as Ak’vel stroked him through his orgasm, tightening her grip to work every drop out whilst she giggled deep in her gruff throat.
His seed spattered all over the place, landing on his belly, splashing on Ak’vel’s tits and chin, falling on Rhai’s face and chest.
The trainer jerked him all through his orgasm, not stopping for a second, keeping his head against her tit as her dark eyes regarded him with malevolent glee and lust.
“That’s two hours,” she laughed softly, and just then two of the circles on the screen in the red pillar filled with pink, marking the first two hours Kayven would spend with Kyrah’s cum-starved pet in Sub-Level 6.
And there were ten circles on the screen yet to fill.