You were just minding your business.
Content warning: non-con, sadism, cruelty, forced orgasm, polyamory, harem, reader has a penis, EVIL writer, post orgasm torture |
The empress we both serve only has one rule. We can only cum from her and her alone, and only when she gives permission. Well, there are other, less important rules but that’s the big one. The one all of us in her harem try to avoid breaking because the punishment is too severe. Even the masochists among us aren’t happy with it.
You however, ended up breaking one of the smaller rules. Small punishment too, being tied down and isolated in some random room in the palace for the whole day. A rather mild and boring punishment in comparison to the others.
I however have been trying to track you down the whole day. It’s a big palace and everyone has work to do so it takes a while. I find you in the evening, with only a few hours of bondage left.
You’re relieved to see me, we’ve been good slave friends for a while now and nothing strictly forbids you from interacting with others during your punishment so we’re in the clear.
We have a good chat for a few minutes, me catching you up on the latest gossip you missed. At some point I start casually teasing your crotch and you think nothing of it. We fool around on occasion, as the empress allows it. Good team-building exercise.
As I pivot into the more kinkier news of the day and my touches become more specific and focused, your dick gets harder.
Again, you don’t mind, we’re chill like that.
You start to get a bit worried but mostly confused when I pull your shorts down and start actively toying with your penis. I mean what’s the point of that? Sure, you suppose some stimulation is a nice contrast from the whole day of absolute nothingness, but you only have a few hours left so it’s kinda whatever at this point.
I continue the casual conversation as I start jerking you off in a way that you like. You’re struggling to focus a bit. All these images I’m putting in your head of our mistress using and abusing our fellow slaves is getting you a bit too hot and bothered. And my hand is pretty skilled with your dick.
You find enough strength to snap out of it and ask your inquiry, “Wait, what are you doing?”
“I don’t know, what am I doing?” I reply as I keep stroking you languidly.
You start getting a little too close to an orgasm. “This isn’t funny!”
I raise my eyebrows and start using both hands, stroking your thighs, your belly, your nipples, fondling your balls. “Hey, stop it. Stop!”
You begin squirming and trying to wiggle your way out of the bonds. You haven’t even considered doing that the entire day, but instantly you find out that the bonds don’t give. There is nowhere you can go. Nothing you can do to avoid my touch.
You try pleading and reasoning with me, explaining that you only have 2 hours left and gently reminding me how severe the punishment is.
The silence and the coldness in my eyes as I look at you tells you that this might not be just a prank I’m pulling. I mean you’ve heard stories, that I’m a sadistic one, but you never thought you’d be on the receiving end.
You begin thrashing in your binds. Nothing gives as I heartlessly play you like a fiddle. You’ve shared too much with me. I know all your weaknesses.
I start using my mouth on your dick. God it feels good. It’s nice and soft and warm and it just fits so perfectly. My tongue twirling around your tip, my hands stroking your base and massaging your balls.
I set a pace that is guaranteed to make you cum if not stopped. You start pleading, whimpering, begging me to stop.
I close my eyes and moan in delight as I heartlessly keep sucking you off. You thrash as hard as you can, but it’s of no use. Your pleads are completely ignored and you begin crying as your orgasm approaches.
In the very few last seconds you stop your stream of ‘Please’s and shut your eyes, praying that this is just a really mean prank.
But it doesn’t end. I know your body too well. I take advantage of every little thing I learned about you. I don’t even need to use most of them to make you cum. I just do it cuz I can.
The dam breaks. Sobbing, screaming you unload a stream of thick, hot cum in my mouth. I swallow it all keep sucking, keep stimulating and milking you for all you’ve got.
The feeling is… interesting. A combination of a really satisfying orgasm and the dreading anxiety of punishment tomorrow. It’s kind of like a cursed cocktail. One you know is delicious but also forbidden. But as curses go you didn’t choose it. It was forced upon you and you simply have to face the consequences.
I let go of your dick and lick my lips as I take a good look at you. All slumped down, sobbing, tears running down your cheeks.
But I’m not done with you yet. I grab the base of your shaft with one hand and start scratching your tip with the other. Immediately you react and start going crazy. My perfect nails rubbing and scratching against your extremely sensitive tip. I couldn’t even let you enjoy your costly orgasm for one minute huh?
Your body reacts automatically, doing anything it can to make it stop but once again you are completely powerless to stop it. The only thing that can make it stop is me showing you mercy, but if you could see the look of content delight on my face as I look down upon you you would realize I have no mercy to give.
A few minutes pass of various torture, and you do not get a single break. You cannot stop your body from starting to get close to another orgasm. All this suffering, as painful as it is is also delicious. You can’t help it.
You again begin begging me to stop once you’re on the edge again. Deep down you know it’s not gonna help but what else is a feeble human mind suppose to do if not try.
The second orgasm comes. It’s not as powerful as the first one and definitely not as pleasant, but it’s an orgasm nonetheless. You can’t not even begin to imagine how bad the double punishment will be.
You’re completely spent by the time I actually stop and let you go. You don’t even say anything, there’s nothing to say. All you can do is breathe heavily.
I use my finger to scoop whatever cum landed on your thighs and belly and suck them clean. I can’t prove it but the ones infused with desperation just taste better.
I tie my hair back, pull your shorts up and stand up. I pat you on the shoulder a few times, trying to come up with some words of comfort, but nothing comes to mind unfortunately. Well, not as if you would appreciate it anyway.
I leave and go back to my room, take a shower and go to sleep. I sleep easily knowing I won’t be punished for this. After all it’s not against the rules. If anything, it’s as if this behavior is a clever system designed to keep us mutually accountable.
Tomorrow, feeling well rested, I sit among the crowd as I watch your punishment and enjoy the fruits of my labor.
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