There is no escape, she WILL have her way.

Blue Diamond went wild, refusing to abate her oral-ravishment until well after her victim wailed in the midst of his third forced orgasm. Licking and sucking the cock inside her mouth with reckless enthusiasm, she drank his delicious essence in eager gulps, moaning ecstatically as she swallowed her prize.

Only once his entire body had gone limp did she let up, allowing Griffith to gasp for air as she used one of her slender fingers to wipe the cum off of her breasts. Sucking the thick seed from her hand mere centimeters in front of Griffith's tear-stained face, Blue felt more blissful than she ever had before; his cum was delicious, but it could never compete with the submissive fear she saw in his eyes. Desiring to hold an even greater power imbalance over her toy, she snapped— reappearing her curve-hugging, ankle length dress in a flash.

The illustrious Diamond then unfettered Griffith, and cast the naked boy to her granite floor; spent, drained, and humiliated after having his cock milked thrice by this cruel maiden. She grinned as she watched the punished hunk fight to get himself upright and fail— several times. He was adorable, but that term belied an indomitable will.

His resolve was miraculously not destroyed, but he hadn't any chance against this vile matriarch, so Griffith cast aside his own pride to beg— beg her for mercy, as he shivered, cold and ashamed, "Please, Diamond, may I have my clothing? This room is so cold… please…"

Masturbating through silken robes atop her monolithic throne, Blue laughed at the trembling slut, grinning while she looked down upon every exposed inch of his gorgeous body, "Why would we clothe you? Near as I'm concerned, this is how whores like you belong."

He was mortified by her callous rejection, and flushed burgundy as her beauteous eyes bored into his bare skin; the monarch mocked him with her gaze alone while she explained herself, "I do so appreciate the fear in your eyes, the easy acsess to your vulnerable parts, and most importantly— the humiliation. You are to remain naked at all times, Organic."

Not willing to suffer the indignity of objectification, he corrected the all-powerful bitch.

"My name is Griffith."

"Fine then. You are to remain naked at all times, Griffith." The cruel dictator sneered out the last word, as if his very name was an affront to her tongue, despite the flaming desire she harbored for the rest of him.

The same corona as she emitted before surrounded Blue Diamond, the vile dictator shifting shape back to her towering Godhood. Clothed in royal silks, sexually satisfied, powerful and riding an intoxicating high of dominance, Blue beamed while drifting her gaze away from the defeated man.

Her smile broke as her regal demeanor returned, and she called into the void, "Agates! To my chambers at once!"

A team of thicc, muscular girls marched into Blue's icy chambers after her command, pouring hither like a tidal wave in eager obedience to their master; attempting to stand at attention, but not all succeeding when the new girls saw what Blue Diamond was asking them to handle: A naked human.

She addressed the ladies while making a serene gesture towards the well-hung man lying on her chamber floor, "Take this subject, Griffith, to HC-126. And be careful, for he is far stronger than he might seem."

"Yes, My Diamond!" The guards said, helping the 'subject' to his feet gingerly in contrast with their powerful, gruff frames as they left. Griffith was escorted by the party of beefcake warrior women towards whatever brig or laboratory his rapist had ordered. The all-female guard took turns ogling the sexy, ravaged man, eyeing his chiseled frame and meaty cock with a fascination that stemmed from either infatuation or ignorance.

Even with the curious laughter and impromptu ass-gropes, his escorts made certain to handle Griffith with care… insofar as playing with a half-conscious man's penis could be considered careful. They at least kept vigilant in supporting his weight, even as the prisoner stumbled or tried to escape their grasping hands; thankful for anything he could be, Griffith was relieved the giant women were at least molesting him gently.

The guards stopped moving their naked toy long before he expected them to, and long before they've entered any area that resembled a jail; as Griffith took a tentative look around, he broke into a cold sweat.

This was bad.

They were definitely not in a research facility…