Iimanci's Revenge. (Epilogue 2: Final)

"NO! STOP! STOP IT!" Oan screams, desperately.

But no one is listening. Not you. Not the Mistress. Not the handful of mind-broken lesser demoness' pining away and pleasing each other as they wait their turn to fuck him. The one on top of him, with her tongue lolling numbly out of her mouth, panting and moaning, "Cum... cum... cum... gonna cum, gonna cum,-" can't even hear him.

Stone-faced, you and the Mistress watch, through the portal to this pocket dimension she's sentenced him to, as her orgasm causes them both to scream again. She trembles and shakes powerfully before falling off of him, and his cock emerges, rubbed raw from the countless times he's been ridden hard. Oan manages a moment to catch his breath, before one of the demoness' spots her opportunity and hops on. "AHHH!!! COCK! COCK! COCK!" she shrieks, pumping her hips roughly against his. She looks down at him with a crazed look on her face, and says, "Cock cum inside? Give me cum? Yes?"

He struggles and strains hard, but your Mistress' magic is keeping him firmly in place. "I can't! I can't!" he hollers, pain etched clearly on his face. "Stop! Please! No more!"

That brings a slight smile to your lip. The Mistress had given you the honor of making sure of that. You recited every syllable of that spell until you could mutter it in your sleep. You'll never forget the look on his face when he found out. He'll never cum. No matter what.

Forever.

The demoness stops moving and cocks her head to the side. "No more?" she says, blinking dumbly. She looks very confused before climbing off him, and kneeling at his crotch. Ignoring the black and pink bands around them, she finds his swollen throbbing balls, squeezed in tight against their bonds. Confusion gives way to elation. With the biggest grin on her face, she declares happily, "No. More!" before opening her mouth wide and devouring his cock, roughly kneading his sack, like she was trying to get them to cook up even more cum for her. "More. More. Moremoremore!"

Hearing Oan's wails of agony and despair are making you feel strange. You swallow hard as you try to think what it might be. On one hand, you know that what you are feeling is Justice and Vengeance being doled out, but there is something else. Something that feels... like it's missing.

Tearing your eyes away from the portal, you see that your Mistress is at another portal. One that she's been visiting fairly often these days. There's a pensive, contemplative, almost forlorn expression on her face. "Is, is something wrong, Mistress?" you ask, tentatively. She turns to look at you, and then back to the portal, before letting out a low sigh. "Mistress?"

She beckons you over, and you see that she's watching a human man narrowly evade capture from a harpy by diving off a cliff into the ocean below. You think you recognize this human. It used to be her host once, you think. "Iimanci, you have served me very well for all this time," she begins, as he starts swimming to shore, "You deserve a reward. He'll do nicely, I think."

A chill crawls down your back. After so many assaults and rapes, you don't think you can bear the touch of a male. But she is your Mistress and you have sworn your eternal service. "A-as you wi-wish, M-Mistress," you say, trying to stop your voice from squeaking.

The Mistress smiles broadly and laughs. Pulling you in by your shoulder, she says, "Don't be afraid of that one, my dear Iimanci. I trained him myself. He won't hurt you. In fact, he might be the only thing that will do the exact opposite." Gripping the edges of the portal, she pulls it open wider and puts her foot through it, before holding her hand out to you. "Come on. Let's go say 'Hi'."

Now you know exactly who she's talking about. The human that made her cum. You swallow a dry throat as you consider what he must be capable of to be able to do that. You start to think that, if the Mistress likes him, then maybe you'd be okay with letting him touch you. There's a strange sensation coming from your crotch, as well as a weird tightness in your chest. Maybe you might even... want him to touch you. And... well, who knows what'll happen after that?

"Yes, Mistress."