Humiliation

There was only one thing to do with these two snobby goths, utterly and completely humiliate them. I fully recognized that this was ultimately a silly and childish way to deal with them, but this was tempered by the fact that they would never be truly upset with me no matter what I chose to do, and depending on what I did, they may even see it as a positive thing.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I can tell that you two are very devoted and dedicated members of our cult,” I began, and it was true. Of all the goths I had met so far, these two definitely had the most going on as far as their outfits, “and I would like to reward your faith.”

They both blinked and shared a glance, the slightest hint of a smile teasing the corners of their lips. They liked this idea.

“Firstly, Sebastian, was it?”

“Yes?”

“You are no longer allowed to have sexual interactions with Elizabeth,” I felt a chill run up my spine. If not for the Libro Umbra this might have been grounds for a fist-fight. Hearing this news, Sebastian’s reaction was almost an expected one. He suddenly turned his head and looked away, redness appearing on his cheeks that I almost mistook for anger, a brief flash of panic bubbling up before I realized the true emotion he was displaying. Shame.

From his perspective, he had just insulted me when commenting on my attire, and in response to this insult I had bestowed upon a great honor thanks to the ninth commandment. From my perspective, it was sweet ****, and the reaction made it all the sweeter.

“I understand, thank you,” he said, simply, avoiding eye contact now.

“Elizabeth,” I turned to the busty goth, and even took a step forward to grab at the bulging orbs of flesh on display atop her corset. They felt wonderful in my hands, and I was happy to squeeze and manhandle them. Her reaction was interesting, she pushed her chest forward seemingly to give me an easier time, and she smiled at my advances, but it didn’t seem like it was because she enjoyed them. It almost seemed like her elation was pride at having been recognized by me.

“Yes, sir?” she asked, twisting her torso to accommodate my hand, always pushing her breasts into its touch in order to **** it to sink in more. This was incredibly hot.

“You will likewise not participate in any sexual acts unless they are specifically to show your devotion to me.”

I actually felt goosebumps crawl across her skin at hearing this command. She liked the idea or was delighted to be officially commanded; I wasn’t sure which and didn’t truly care.

“It would be an honor, sir.”

I would have loved to get a look at what her bare tits looked like but getting her out of this outfit would have been more trouble than it was worth. That being said, there was still some fun to be had.

“Kneel down, please,” I ordered. It was pretty evident by now that whatever hesitance I had felt about whether or not I had a dominant personality was unwarranted. I loved this, it felt right.

She obeyed, curiously, and I unzipped my pants. From this position I could see down into her valley of cleavage, and it was an enticing view. I began stroking my shaft vigorously right in front of her face, she was looking at it with wide eyes, occasionally looking up at me as well, probably curious as to what I was planning.

Instead I looked to Sebastian, “Do you have a phone?”

“Uh, yeah,” he replied, confused.

“If you have any sexy photos of Eliza, you may as well delete them. You’re not allowed to masturbate to them anymore. If you’d like, though, you can take photos or a video of anything I do with her and may fap to that. From now on, you can only jerk off to media of Eliza if I’m involved.”

“Thank you,” he replied, and hurriedly retrieved his phone from his pocket, the newest iBhone to the surprise of no one. He began fiddling with it, likely taking my advice. His response almost made me cum right then and there, it took great willpower to temper my climax. The guy just thanked me for cucking him hardcore. Being the gothic Jesus was fucking amazing.

I would have told him to just send the images to me, but I wasn’t sure I could actually get away with making that demand. I also frankly didn’t want him to have my number.

“Sir,” Elizabeth said from below, looking up at me with her beautiful emerald greens, “may I be so bold as to ask what you intend to do with me?” Her tone seemed just the slightest bit annoyed. It took me a second to realize why, this sort of activity wasn’t covered under any of the commandments. I wasn’t doing anything with her chest, and we had in no way established an agreement involving my sperm.

“Aha, right, sorry,” I said and then dipped myself down while angling my cock as well as I could. My tip slid eagerly between the hills of her cleavage, eliciting a gasp from her.

“Oh, I see,” she said and smiled, angling her chest and torso for easier maneuvering, “I apologize for my rudeness.”

I would have shrugged and laughed it off, but I was in cloud nine. Her tits were so amazingly soft and with them wrapped around my cock, I could hardly hold myself back. After only a couple quick thrusts into her cleavage, mashing her face into my stomach, I began to ejaculate directly into her corset. I could feel each individual long rope of spunk escape my tip, and it quickly made the inside of her top much slicker and stickier all at once.

Elizabeth was blushing furiously and panting but leaning forward to give me as much exploratory access as I desired, more than happy to let me rub my cock all over her luscious mounds. Meanwhile, Sebastian was taking photo after photo of the encounter, and Ashley was watching with rapt attention, I noticed a small tent in his skirt, and he seemed like he was trying desperately not to look too turned on.

Once the full quarter of a gallon of semen had been unceremoniously dumped between the breasts of this Victorian goth maiden, some of it spilling over the top of her corset, I removed my cock but did not allow my new friend any time to recover, sliding my still-hard cock into her mouth.

She sputtered briefly, likely just because of how surprising this act was, but then looked up at me with a piercing green gaze. This technically was not covered under any commandments either, blowjobs weren’t free.

“The next load is gonna get dumped right down your throat,” I assured her.

She relaxed then, closing her eyes and beginning to bob obediently along my shaft. I would never get over how amazing it was that the only thing I had to do to alleviate any situation was to offer them my spunk to drink. Talk about a win-win.

I began pumping my hips back and forth, sliding myself in and out of her lips steadily and happily. I was equally happy to realize that she, like Ashley, didn’t seem to have a gag reflex as I slid my cock down into the tightness of her throat.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” I said as I used her mouth like an onahole.

“Hnn— hnn— hnn—” Elizabeth’s moans were sending vibrations up my stiff rod every time she made them, only being interrupted by my length entering her throat. The feeling was absolutely amazing; the moist softness of her mouth and the tightness of her throat was driving me quickly to another climax.

It was at this point I realized that we were in a public place, and as expected, there were several college-goers wandering by the encounter. A few of them stopped and watched for a few moments before slipping away, others just glanced briefly and then continued on. None of them had looks of disgust or anger, at worst annoyance and only of the same variety that would be expected from a religious display in public. To them, it was like I was just standing around preaching gospel, not vigorously fucking the face of a Victorian-era goth in front of her boyfriend.

This time, I didn’t bother holding back at all. The moment I felt my climax approaching, I let my sticky cream erupt directly into the corseted goth’s mouth.

“Mm! Gulp! Gulp! Mmmmnnn,” her reaction was surprise, then gentle moaning as her mouth filled up and she took rapid and intense swallows, “Gulp gulp mmmnnn gulp...”

“Fuck, that’s it, drink it all,” I said, mostly in a daze.

She obeyed, drinking diligently and plentifully, her eyes looking up at me with pure adoration and satisfaction, with a healthy hint of pride as well. Once my orgasm had finally subsided, she pulled herself off my length and sighed heavily, seeming to be satisfied.