Defy Her Demand

As the Mistress dominantly smears sticky precum on your face, you feel her hurtful words echoing through your mind: “You gave in after one single beating. A truly pathetic show of defiance.”

You close your eyes and smile to yourself, accepting the hopelessness of your situation. Making peace with it. You know that there will be no happy ending for you in this place. Might as well go out on your own terms.

Opening your eyes once more, you smirk at the Mistress with a look of resigned defiance. “You’re right. I was a coward. I gave into you, hoping that it would end my suffering. But I see now that I was simply trading one humiliation for another. That all ends now.”

Her golden eyes glare at you with disdain as you rise to your feet and address her with apathetic sincerity.

“I’m not sucking you off, Mistress. I refuse. So go ahead. Do as you said; show me the true meaning of pain.”

She crosses her arms and waits patiently for several pregnant moments. Her corrupt aura slowly seeps into you, sapping the confidence in your heart. You feel compelled to turn your gaze away from hers in submissive defeat.

“Are you done?” She snorts, fixing her gaze on your unimpressive, naked body.

You tentatively turn your eyes back to hers in confusion.

She continues. “Have you said all that you needed to?”

You furrow your brow, and nod slowly. What else is there to say?

“You’re right on one count, ****. You won’t be sucking me off today. You clearly haven’t earned that privilege.”

A grim, mischievous grin crosses her face. “You’ll be sucking her off.” She says, pointing to one of her guards.

You frown and back up slightly as you see her armored guards begin to approach. You swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth, and harden your internal resolve. There’s nowhere to run, and you’re in no condition to fight them. All you can do is prepare for the worst.

They each grab one of your arms and once more haul you over to the pillory. You let out a frustrated groan as they lock you in place. Straining your head, you see the Mistress beginning to rummage through her black bag.

She pulls out an O-shaped gag and lasciviously advances toward you.

“What are you doing? Stop! Stop!” You try to shake off her maneuvering, but to no avail. She easily straps the gag to your face, forcing the large O-shaped metal object into your mouth. The gag coerces your mouth wide open, and struggle as you might, you find yourself no longer able to speak.

“I fear that I have done you a great disservice in my attempt to ease you into your new life. The lesson plan usually works, but every so often I get a confused, naughty boy like you who needs a firmer hand. That’s alright. I’ll correct that mistake today.”

She snaps her firm fingers in the air, and the two armored guards positioned on either end of the cell door begin to doff their heavy equipment.

“I want to help you learn what you really are, so I won’t let your rudeness today get in the way of that.” She pokes around in her black satchel once more and pulls out a cock chastity cage, eyeing you with a suggestive smile.

With a determined expression, she struts behind you and inspects your semi-erect equipment. She lightly brushes your unimpressive pecker with the tips of her fingers, blowing cool air on it in the process. You feel yourself unwillingly growing aroused by her ministrations.

She squeezes your balls painfully. “Uh uh uh…naughty slaves like yourself aren’t permitted to cum.”

She smirks thoughtfully to herself as she begins fastening the chastity cage to your deflated cock. “Since you aren’t permitted to cum, I can’t see any reason why you should get hard either. We’ll keep this nice and tight for the foreseeable future.”

You grunt in discomfort and frustration as she forcefully locks your cock up with a disturbing *click*. At this point, you can see that the now unarmored guards are obviously female. They possess a demonic countenance not unlike their master, with horns sprouting from their sanguine-skinned attractive visage. Their chests are both rather busty--a mark, perhaps, of demonkind. And as they remove their smallclothes entirely, you see that they are each sporting a sizable cock as well. You wonder idly to yourself if all the females in this realm have dicks, and if so, how do they reproduce?

Your biological curiosity is pushed out of focus, however, as the Mistress once more walks into view and addresses you.

“This punishment is going to seem harsh, but trust me, in the end…you will thank me. You will thank me for removing your inhibitions, and stripping you of your desires for defiance.” The Mistress moves a few feet to the side.

One of the voluptuous, naked guards makes her way behind you and grabs a fistful of your entrapped ass. The other positions herself in front of you, stroking her prodigious phallus mere inches from your face. Your eyes go wide in horror at the realization of what is about to take place.

“You will thank me in the end…because both your mind and your body will belong to me. You will submit. No matter how hard you fight it. And I will be here for every moment of that beautiful transition.”