Denial Most Devious

Mistress Hannah doesn't change your bondage much from before. You're back to being helpless ball of rope and slavemeat swaying from the ceiling, limbs pulled tight yet ass and tits available. However, she did decide to mercilessly yank off your tit clamps before attaching a different set to your sore nips. A part of you wonders if these new clamps serve a different purpose or if she just liked playing with her cruel pinchers. Given the versatility of her other toys, you suspect it's the latter. Using equally painful clamps she nestles a butterfly vibrator into your dripping pussy. You moan at it's touch even before she turns it on.

While you wiggle enticingly, feeling the vibrator licking you closer to an orgasm you desperately need, Mistress Hannah wheels in her other slut. The blonde sex **** squirms just as helplessly her limbs frogtied by broad coils of rope, forcing her hands under her shoulders and her feet under her cute ass. Her elbows and knees are pulled to the four corners of a frame about the size and height of a coffee table. Clamps much like the ones nibbling on your own naked body, clung to her erect nipples and tugging on her pussy lips. The tiny silver alligators make her twitch from a jolt of electricity every few seconds.

Hannah is still wearing her enticing strap-on and waves it in front of your face while she dictates the challenge. "It's been a few hours since your last orgasm, so I know you're **** for another." She shifts her weight and her synthetic cock lovingly strokes your cheek. "But if you want me to devise a fate more deserving of a masochistic cock-slot like you, you're going to have to resist the urge for several more hours. Or I will ship you back to Irk."

You moan and tremble nervously. With vibrator merrily buzzing against your vulva at it's current intensity, you won't last 10 minutes.

"I know," she coos, "but all you have to do to turn it off is get this slut wet enough to conduct a few volts of electricity." She slides your co-slut closer, and you immediately start lapping at her delicate folds like your life depends on it. Because it does. You are not going back to that sad sack of a Gas Bag.

Within seconds a low current tingles between the clamps spreading her wet twat, giving your tongue a slight tang. Like your mistress had said, this weak current trips some sensor and the vibrator snuggling with your cunny stops gyrating. Unfortunately and unexpectedly, it immediately starts pulsing with powerful electric shocks on your most sensitive area. It would seem Mistress Hannah, in her beautiful cruelty, chose to not inform you about the electric pain you'd get from licking the other slut's pussy. The surprise pain almost makes you cum, but you barely manage to control yourself.

Whimpering between licks you quickly learn that the shocks don't go away. Unless the vibrator switches back on of course. You occasionally pause to relax the strained muscles in your tongue and flirt with the pulsing nugget between your loins. Each time those biting shocks give way to blissful kisses, you quiver and sigh with delight. But it's a terrifying delight, like a siren calling you towards rocks. You bait your much needed orgasm and let its closeness torment you until your entire body aches with its call. Then you wet your co-slut again and return to the more bearable **** of having your cunt electrocuted.

The spread slut whose tasty pussy you dutifully lap obviously reaches many orgasms at your expense. You got very good at eating sexy bitches out while you were free, and you've picked up a few more techniques under the gentle tutelage of your mistress's crop. After some time, your tongue target begs for you to stop between moans of delight, but you pay her no mind. You have a mistress to impress.

You don't know how many hours you spend licking another **** to climaxes you body desperately craves. Time crawls on meaninglessly in that special way only true subs can understand. As your **** persists you're **** to preform constant cunnilingus. You know your orgasm is only a nudge away and daren't risk another kiss from the vibrator; even the painful shocks threaten to push you into the "little ****".

With all your focus on begging your cunt not to cum, you are completely surprised when Mistress Hannah takes you away from the pussy. She smoothly pulls the ropes suspending you, allowing you to look into her eyes of green fire, before ripping the clamp off your clit. "Cum," she orders.

You start squirting and the world goes white.

When you come to, you're hogtied face up in her lap. "You enjoyed that denial," she informs you brushing your cheek.

"Yes Mistress," you answer and sigh at the memories of your wonderful longing you felt on that pleasurable precipice. Mistress Hannah's fingers (wet with the orgasm juices that cover your face) find your lips and you kiss them eagerly.

"I don't usually keep slaves after I break them," she says, "but you're one of my favorite captures." You feel yourself blush. "so I've come up with an utterly cruel fate to inflict upon you. You'll be my ****," her hand trails down your naked body, "but I will loan you."

You feel yourself quiver. Her fingers reach your pussy.

"I'm going to whore your sexy ass to the most vile and undeserving scum of the galaxy."

Your body twitches; every fiber of you begs to fuck those fingers.

She starts gingerly pinching your clit. "In fact, I've found a particularly undeserving Gas Bag that I may just leave you with permanently."

You did all that work for nothing! It's so cruel and sadistic. You cum hard wiggling and moaning in your bonds.

Mistress Hannah looks down at you with an evil grin. "I didn't give you permission for another orgasm," she affectionately flicks your nipple and playfully sighs. "I guess we have to the long way back, so I can punish you properly."

And punish you she does. Your mistress locks your head in a sensory deprivation box that's bolted to the floor and whips your ass and pussy until you're about to cum a third time. Then she unmoors you (keeping the box locked on your head) and dresses you in maid uniform. Most of one anyway, you get stockings and a tiny apron. Also a cute little headdress is stapled to your existing headgear. Hannah laughs cruelly as you stumble around in your darkness and clumsily try to clean, calling you useless and a bimbo. She says you can make it up to her by eating her pussy which sounds like a delicious idea to you, but she doesn't unlock your head prison so you're just left whimpering and begging between her spread legs only able to smell her cunt, until she sends you to bed without "supper". You're obviously hungry and very horny the next morning. Fortunately, your mistress takes pity on you and trades your sensory deprivation box for a public use pillory at a station she must have docked at. Your given all the cum you can swallow (and quite a bit more) while she spends her day doing badass things for the Syndicate.

Things become a blissful blur after that. Your mistress prepares you for your new life to owned by an undeserving master. You're taught endurance (strapped upside-down to an X and mercilessly shocked), taught patience (ordered to clean her whole ship with only a toothbrush), and taught to enjoy the simple things (locked in a small cage for days with only a bullet vibrator).

You're grateful Mistress Hannah keeps you on her ship for so long while she takes care of other business. It must be very important because she lends your holes out to many crime leaders and corrupt officers. At one point you think there's even a ship battle; you can't tell for sure because you spend the whole thing mummified in the crash position. And later, she even collects another blonde slut who looks almost identical to the first one. Maybe they're sisters. Regardless they look exceptionally sexy tied together in 69 or playing anal-bead tug of war.

But your time with her, like all good things, eventually comes to an end.

All to soon, your final day with her comes. You spend most of it shuffling on your knees behind your mistress, a very short chain running from your handcuffs through your legs to your clit ring and even shorter chains connecting your ankle cuffs to your cunt clamps. It's impossible to keep up with her casual walking speed, but you try your best. You're **** to keep your tongue up her asshole, mostly because she's your mistress but also partly because the clover clamps hanging from your nipple start zapping them the moment your analingus stops.

"We have clearance to land at pad 3, slut," your mistress says slapping the first of her her blonde slaves on the ass. The moaning bitch is strapped into her pilot's chair which is a lot like a wooden horse except it has a joystick up her pussy, and a special dildo-gag that she uses to throat-guide the autopilot.

From your kneeling position with your tongue doing sphincter ballet, you only get glimpses of the control towers through the windows, but you know this is Gren. You have mixed feelings. Yes, you'll miss your mistress; you doubt anyone can make you scream with a riding crop the way she can. But you're also excited to return to the painfully boring servitude under Irk.

A few months in and your masochistic soul is already writhing with paradoxical delight. You know technically this is the same miserable fate you worked so hard to avoid, but it feels different knowing that your still Hannah's plaything, a fact she heavily fucked into you. And with her training, you're able to appreciate the subtleties of your master's cruelty. Like how he clumsily puts on nipple clamps so that other parts of your tits can enjoy them, or how he'll get exhausted halfway through whipping you and leave you trussed up and denied even the sensation of pain all night long.

Your delicious denial is amplified by being locked in chastity. It's your punishment for trying the escape, and the Oo'lick, now Irk's alpha ****, gets to decide when you're freed. She seems to hold a bit of a grudge against you, so you don't think it will be anytime soon. She unlocks you every night, but ties you down first. And it's good knots too, that blue bitch really knows her bondage. Once your secured, she thoroughly cleans you under your belt first with a cool sponge than with her tongue. Her skilled touch leaves your cunt weeping for hours after. If she's feeling extra mean she'll leave you tied up; she knows how horny bondage makes you. But that suffering is nothing compared to the nights Irk let's the submissive Oo'lick out to fuck his friends. That blue babe returns with a whole lot of cum leaking from every hole. It's a really enviable sight. She let's you lick the sex sludge out of her, but you don't get to swallow it. You have to kiss it back to her or dribble it into her mouth.

That's your life now. Sometimes you fantasize about your mistress collecting you, or a more deserving dom plundering you from Irk, but a part of you hopes you will have to endure the **** of an inferior master for the rest of your life. For the time being at least, you'll be left cum-starved and cuckqueened, a barely-abused masochist **** to endure true misery.

Worst Ending Ever: Not Enough Sex