Under the boss's heel (Bad End)

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Somehow, you find yourself lying flat on your back with your limbs all stretched out in an X-shape. Thankfully, the egg vibrators are no longer in your pussy, but between them and Jenny’s oral ****, your legs are already too weak to walk. You hear Stump’s and Jenny’s voices in the distance, along with the obvious sounds of them fucking each other. You can’t focus on that, though, because Lorelei is staring directly down at you with a sour snarl on her face. Once you make eye contact with her, though, her expression softens.

“So adorable,” she coos. “Do you realize just how blessed with cuteness you are? Probably not. If you did, you’d be manipulating others to take care of your every need. But alas, you’re also cursed.” She crouches down, revealing a long, vibrating dildo she’s holding. She lines it up directly with your asshole. “Cursed with the ability to speak.”

As soon as she begins sliding the dildo in, you’re hit with an onslaught of pleasure as though your ass is a thousand times more sensitive, perhaps out of spite for being ignored in favor of your pussy. You start shaking the moment the buzzing device is inside you, and as soon as its tip touches the end of your tunnel, you fall into another orgasm. An especially inarticulate grunt leaves your throat as you squirt your **** juices onto Lorelei’s arm. With disinterest, she wipes the shameful fluids back onto your stomach as she continues her lecture.

“Every time you speak, you demonstrate just what a failure you are. Driveling on about morality, adhering to certain ideals just because some cartoon you watched when you were ten told you it was the right thing to do… It reminds me of just how poisonous the world out there is for a dull, moronic girl such as yourself. You could’ve been a part of Team Rocket. You could’ve joined the winning side! You could’ve been powerful, respected, and feared! Instead, you’re lying on the floor, spasming from the buttsluttery you learned from your ‘mentor’.”

Your brain is much too drugfogged to come up with a response, much less an argument. You start cumming harder as your brain fizzles out and you accept Lorelei’s words. Hearing Stump announce her own orgasm in the distance doesn’t help things.

Casually, Lorelei continues. “Though I guess it’s not fair to call you a buttslut like the scientist over there. She’s weak to anal stimulation, but you’re weak to everything.”

In a full display of dominance, Lorelei removes one foot from her stilettos and places it directly on your soft, plump tits. You shock yourself when you moan with the heat of a wanton whore. You try to tell yourself it’s just because your boobs are sensitive and the **** are making things worse, but you know that’s not all. There’s something about a strong, confident woman putting you beneath her heel that’s turning you on…

Far from finished, the Rocket boss starts gently bouncing her rounded heel on your nipple. It yields to her foot, being pressed down into your titflesh each time, only to bounce back stiffer and ready for more. At the same time, she glides her toes across your other nipple, pushing it back and forth with ease. Seeing Lorelei’s smug, condescending face just makes it hotter. She’s not rough. It’s kind of like receiving a breast massage, except the masseuse is far above touching you with her hands. Even groping your tits with her feet is driving you insane, though. She takes your nipple between her toes and starts lightly tugging it, almost like she’s trying to milk you.

“*AH AH AH!*” you cry, perfectly in rhythm with her foot’s ministrations. Jenny squeals in the distance, as though responding to you.

“Ohhh, is that too much?” Lorelei asks through a predatory grin. “Or is it not nearly enough?”

Her foot speeds up, molesting your defenseless boobs with more dexterity than seems reasonable. Does she step on girls often? Just the thought has you leaking all over the floor. You start to sweat all over your body, especially your boobs. Is this nervousness or excitement? As if that wasn’t enough, the vibrator in your ass continues to attack you with pleasure. But your body would have to be absolutely pathetic to give in to this kind of mistreatment, right? You’re not a m-masochistic pig.

“I know bitches like you,” the burgundy-haired woman sneers. “Always grandstanding about having no need for sex. You look down on men and women alike, believing you’re above it all as long as you pretend that you don’t have a sex drive. But you always fail.” Her rubbing turns more rapid and forceful, her massage having turned to a full-blown footjob against your tits. Unfortunately, it feels really good. This might be… too much… “Because deep down, when all your hypocritical morals melt away, girls like you are the biggest. Sluts. Of all.” She punctuates her statement by lifting up her knee and stepping firmly on your big, sweaty tits.

Your eyes cross, your cunt clenches, and your worthless body literally cums from being stepped on. Unintelligible sounds of confusion make their way out of your mouth as you desperately try to convince yourself you aren’t cumming. But reality sets in just the same, and soon you realize that you’re a lowly, subservient whore who gets off from being beneath someone else’s heel. Your pussy doesn’t lag behind like your mind does, and simply spills your girlcum as soon as your mistress’s foot compresses your boobs. Blood rushes to your tits, engorging your nipples and making them harder, puffier, and more sensitive than ever. It’s almost like your body is begging the Team Rocket boss to keep treating you like trash, and, for better or worse, she obliges. Lorelei keeps rubbing her foot back and forth, even softly kicking your abundant, porcelain melons. She easily manages to extend your improper orgasm to the point that your self-respect is irreparably ruined.

“As much of a shame as it is to lose out on a new grunt, you seem plenty happy to serve as the dirt beneath my feet. This is clearly the right place for you after all,” Lorelei states, shaking her head in contempt at your shameful orgasm. You can’t even disagree. “Certainly you know the drill by now? Address me, ****.”

“Mistress… Lorelei…” you pant, still suffering the aftershocks of orgasm.

“Good.” She looks at you for a moment, her face shifting to an expression not too different from that of perverts on the street who would ogle you for wearing skimpy clothes. “You truly are a sexy little thing to look at. And that air of helplessness and stupidity! It just makes one want to fuck you into oblivion as some sort of karmic punishment for being so irresponsibly alluring. It seems these two agree.”

You don’t know what she means until you feel hands on your cheeks, followed by Professor Stump’s lips connecting with yours. She pulls away briefly to ask, “Are you getting along well with Mistress, Emilia?”

You answer, “P-Professor, everything feels so g-”

She can’t even wait for you to finish a thought before clamping down on your mouth again. At the same time, the dildo in your ass starts moving back and forth, causing all the muscles below your waist to flex simultaneously and ineffectively. I-Is that Jenny?

Mistress Lorelei gives them permission, and they start ravishing your bound body. Your allies have a laughably easy time getting you to orgasm. They have no inhibitions at all, and any tiny pockets of resistance you might have been holding onto are quickly destroyed by brain-melting pleasure. These two girls are supposed to want out of this place. Now they just want to fuck you senseless. They’re basically betraying you, but it feels so good that you don’t mind at all. Getting fucked by a sexy cop and your hot, mature mentor? It’s a hopeless matchup. How can you do anything but surrender? How can you do anything at all…?

Mistress Lorelei laughs. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Enjoy yourselves, girls!”

“Yes, Mistress Lorelei!” you all answer in chorus.