A Resistance

The edge fast approaches. The tension rises and rises. So close. Then, your fingers freeze. No matter how hard you try, you just can't move. The building tensions starts to recede. A long low groan slips from your mouth. Fully aware of the situation, each edge is only more devastating.

"It sounds like my future pet wants to cum. You're practically fucking the air."

"N-n-nooo." You shake your head so fast your long hair whips over your shoulders. Yet, her words are exactly correct. Your hips are rocking and thrusting as if searching for something, anything, to be filled by.

You can't go on much longer. You know it. She knows it. The Audience knows it.

"Oh come on now. You know what I can do to that silly little head of yours. And you already know that you're waaaay to weak to resist me. You were born to lose."

"N-no" You struggle to even eke out the words. "I'm...I'm going to make you my ****."

"Really?" She walks a step closer. Her white panties and the outline of what is beneath dominate your field of vision. "You and I both know the fantasy in your horny little brain. Being led ever so delicately to my pussy, and being allowed to worship it like the inferior **** that you are."

Even as she says it, your brain fills in the blanks. The way you'd nuzzle into it. Bask in it's scent. The way you'd dedicate every portion of your focus and energy to paying homage. Like a worshiper to a new god. So wet.

"S-s-stop that." You pant.

"Oh, we can put an stop to this." She giggles. "All you need to do is give up. Surrender to me. Beg for my collar. Beg to be allowed to worship." Her hand reaches out and brushes along the back of your head. Her gaudy nails dig in between the strands. "Just give in, and accept it."

"You already know where you really belong."

"N-nnnnn..." The words almost escape your mouth before you realize it. It's taking all your mental energy, every last shred of dominant bravado, not to just roll over and accept it.

But, White Light seems to recognize that fact. There is still fight in you to be crushed. So she brings out an even stronger weapon.

"I think I should show you a little something. What your reward will be..."

Your eyes widen. Her hand withdraws from your head and goes to the waistband of her panties. As she takes them off, every inch becomes a mile. Your eyes track them all the way down...until you look back up to where they were.

And it's right there. Soft and pink and hairless. Her pussy. It's so close that you can even smell it. Your brain sinks into a fog of dizziness.

Through the fog, a single word takes over. Superior. Superior. Superior. How could you have ever thought that an inferior weak person like you deserved to conquer that? Even being able to taste it, no to even smell it, seems like sacrilege. A forbidden pleasure that you could only dream of earning.

"N...nnnoo." You whimper.

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