Chapter 550 – Blind Subservience 3 [Erotic Content]

John raised an eyebrow, accompanied by a disappointed whimper, when Salamander and Undine both obeyed the request seamlessly. That they followed his commands, he was used to, but Rave having this kind of presence was something he admittedly hadn’t paid too much attention to. It seemed like he wasn’t the only sadist around that had trained their harem quite well.

The two elementals didn’t just pull back and sit idly, of course; instead Salamander jumped on Undine and began aggressively licking what of John’s two cumshots hadn’t been absorbed off the ocean elemental’s breasts yet. Fire and water spirit quickly engaged in their own lesbian lovemaking. The only hissing sounds were those of debauchery; the two of them luckily no longer had any contact problems, like they had at the lower stages of their evolutions.

John didn’t have too much blood to waste on thinking when his girlfriend grabbed his enormous shaft and wrapped her nimble fingers tightly around the base. “Now I can play with ya some time.”

“Are you going to force me to call you mistress again?” John asked, not exactly looking forward to being edged. He really wasn’t in the mood for being the recipient of his own fetish. However, he also had a girlfriend that was simply the best.

Hand pumping halfway up and down, she sloppily sucked on his cock. A spurt of precum escaped him when she expertly pressed her tongue against all his sensitive spots, then slowly went up again. “Nah, John, I am going to be a good girl for you today,” she answered, stopping shortly to blow him some more. “I can be a slutty little switch every now and again.” She grabbed one of his hands resting at the side and guided it to the back of her head. Her blue eyes were filled with honesty as she said the one word he really wanted to hear from her, “Master.”

Of course, John knew that she was doing him a favour, but that mattered very little. Rave was either dominating with him or they were having sex on equal footing almost every time. Times his girlfriend let herself be so blatantly dominated were few and far between; it was his equivalent of a normal man’s blowjob. He couldn’t help but gasp and immediately push her down.

Hastily, she moved her hand out of the way and opened her jaws wide as John slid all the way inside her throat. Suppressed gags created wet, desperate sounds. A new layer to the cacophony of lust in the sandalwood and cinnamon smelling room. “Oh god, yes,” he gasped, eyes closed, feeling her plush lips against his balls and crotch. “I love it when you are like this. Horny and a slave to my whims… fuck… it’s only better because of how you usually are!” Not that dominating willing subs was boring in any way, quite the contrary. Rarity just made this treat tastier.

He opened one eye again and the first thing he saw was her wiggling her perfect ass. On her knees, bottom raised, the two flawless cheeks were stretched into a heart shaped, plum looking arrangement of fuckable meat, painted softly red by candle and artificial light. John would bury his cock there in a moment, he just wanted to test how obedient she really was right now.

“Cat ears, now,” he commanded. “I want you purring on this cock, Jane.” He bit back a comment about her mother seeing her in this state, there was abusive and then there was personal. In that silent gap, his wish came true. Her wild, pink hair suddenly sprouted a pair of cat ears, her eyes went from blue to gold, the iris changing into a slit. The vibrations set in, happy sounds that surrounded the half of his cock buried inside her throat.

If John hadn’t cum twice already, he would have at that exact moment. However, as he was, he was in complete control of himself. Right now, he was feeling incredibly good, at a level he could sustain for a while. He just held Rave in place while making sure none of the girls on the machines would cum themselves.

The purring became more and more unstable, sometimes stopping even, as the seconds became longer and Rave’s eyelids heavier. Although having supernatural Endurance in her own right, she was nowhere near Eliza, nor did she have her powers. No, Rave was just human and the continued asphyxiation was slowly turning the world dark. There was no struggle from her side; even when John pulled her up a bit, she didn’t take that as a signal that she was allowed to breathe, didn’t try to rush up.

John only guided her up and down a little bit to keep reminding her what she was supposed to do. Her tongue worked sluggishly, the vibrations died down, her eyelids were almost completely closed and fluttering, struggling to stay conscious. At the very last moment, he yanked her upwards, a fistful of hair, and had her windpipe unsealed.

She coughed heavily, swallowed heavily, breathed heavily, blinked away the tears and stared at him with heavy love. “How did you like that, Jane?” he asked in a sinister tone.

“I must be…” she croaked and was interrupted by her body’s need for air, “…I must be having a super subby day, because I am super wet right now!” Wanting to see that for himself, he gestured for her to stand up. Wide-legged, she got up in front of him. Her face was a total mess, stained with cum, tears from the abuse, saliva and phlegm. Dark pink strands of hair were sticking to it, only making John’s cock quiver with more delight at her thoroughly fucked look.

Her entire body was glistening with sweat, beads of it rolling between the soft hills of her petite chest, the erect nipples protruding and moving with each deep in- and exhale. Muscles of her flat stomach shifting slightly, the half-asian’s flushed skin looked predictably redder than her average, healthy complexion.

Knees red from the continued pressure she had put on them and quivering from her state of lust and recovery, her inner thighs were glistening with pussy juice. Even the trimmed pussy hair above her clit was completely soaked. “I touched myself a little while I was blowing you,” she admitted with a wink, “but I didn’t cum yet – You would want me to when you cum inside me, right, Master?”

“Fuck me, why can’t you be subby more often, you cheeky slut?” John broke character for a moment; he was on the brink of sanity here.

“Ya already said it,” one of her ears flicked as stuck out her tongue. “That’d make this whole thing less special. Also, I blame all of these masochists ya already have.” She reached down to her pussy and parted the folds with both hands. Her pussy was positively dripping, several long strings of honey falling from the pretty pink, tight and shifting folds. “Right now, ya can take me however ya like. Just say it.”

“Get on top of me,” John growled after only a moment of thinking about it. He needed to be inside her, right now. She halfway turned around when he stopped her. “Face towards me,” slightly surprised, his girlfriend quietly obeyed and climbed on the chair’s wide seating. She straddled herself on top of him and stopped once the tip of his cock was parting her outer lips. “I can see your ass perfectly from several angles right now,” the Gamer smirked and slapped the juicy meat.

As she was still gasping in pain and pleasure, his fingers dug deep into the spankable bottom, pulling her hips forwards. With the other hand, he grabbed his prick to keep it steady. Smearing precum over the slickened skin between, one of Rave’s holes was exchanged for another. Her sphincter parted around his well lubricated cock to more mixed sounds of torment and delight. Once he was sure he was deep enough inside her, he placed his second hand on her butt as well.

He barely had to guide her. Through the months they had been together, his girlfriend had learned to enjoy having her formerly virgin hole stretched by his once small and now rather enormous dick. Kinky she had been from the start, but living with the Gamer and his endless sex drive had made her completely perverted. “Ah, Master, you’re splitting me apart,” she gasped as she sunk down bit by bit, her soiled expression melting from cheeky into a subservient ecstasy.

Her soft cheeks rested against his thighs now, he was all the way inside. The inside of her asshole was as tight as ever, gripping onto him. If Rave felt any more pain from being filled like this, it was masked under countless layers of delight. With a sudden move that shook her body, John straightened up in his seat and caught one of her pink nipples in his mouth.

He sucked on it for a few moments, tasted the fresh salt of her sweat, his tongue whirling around the hard nipple in the middle. In response, his girlfriend did nothing but let out quick breaths. Unless she was commanded to move, she wouldn’t. Right now, she was taking her role as her master’s toy very seriously. Her pussy drenched John’s groin as it continued to leak.

From sucking he went onto biting that nipple, rolling the erect protrusion between his teeth. “Get moving, slut,” he commanded; insulting her in the bedroom just felt good for some godforsaken reason. Important was only that she went ahead and did it. Her hips rose again, the walls of her anus grinding over his rod. Although she did her best to prevent her upper body from moving too much, curving her spine and pushing out her ass, turning it nice and firm as the muscles tensed, her ecstasy made the control of her body difficult. As little as the distance between them increased, her tit still stretched, John keeping his teeth in position.

The two of them kept eye contact the entire time, even if they were glazed over and dull, few thoughts remaining and instincts largely in control. When the nipple finally slipped out, a little jiggling accompanying her petite chest’s return to normalcy, although covered in bite and kiss marks, that was their signal to stop fooling around.

Grabbing the backrest, Rave anchored herself and rode her boyfriend with quicker and quicker movements. He kept kneading her ass, spreading, slapping and groping the cheeks as every up and down put them through varying stages of firm and softness. Continuing to vanish between them and into the pried open back entrance, John felt the intensity of his pleasure rise.

“Where do you want me to cum, Jane?” he groaned.

“Cum wherever… ya wannnnnnt, Massshtttaar!” was her quick, heavily slurred answer. Their hips met with loud claps, Rave’s hair flying up and down, her cat ears standing at attention. She had made good on her earlier promise and had not yet orgasmed, despite dancing a wild waltz right at the point of no return.

“I want you to tell me where,” John made clear. “Do you want to taste my cum in your slutty mouth? Want me to keep being in this tight and well-fucked ass of yours or…?”

“My pussy,” his girlfriend finally answered. “Fuck yessshhh… fill my greedy lil’cunt with your fertile cum, my magnificent Master. Give your kitty her cream, tiger!” In a flash, he was out of her asshole and inside her cunt. “Oh my…” Rave inhaled while getting these last two words out. John penetrated her deep, very deep, and was almost about to cum.

With frantic movements, Rave’s hip shaking continued, desperate to make him cum, feel his sperm inside her and thus grant herself permission to orgasm. Although she managed this without Domination Pact, John let those who bore that mark share in the experience by rapidly undoing all sensitivity blocks in place. The promise was clear, once he came, they would. A promise that, when he felt his balls tighten, he broke.

Feeling his cum shoot straight into her, Rave’s scream drowned out the moans of everyone else for a few seconds. The girls on the contraptions could only curse or whimper in frustration as John kept their sensitivity at maximum but locked them at what should have been the edge. He paid no attention to them, his entire world was filled with electricity, debauchery and the sight of his girlfriend.

His seed painted the inside of her womb white, her body slumped forwards and the scream stopped, presenting John with the defiled face of his girlfriend at the absolute height of her climax. Her golden eyes were rolled upwards, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, and all of her was tense. Shivering only in accordance to each spurt that was pumped up his shaft and into her.

Close to a minute passed. “John.” His first load may have been thicker than this one, but his purring girlfriend moaning not only his name, “Master,” but his title as well was continuing his orgasm for far longer than usual. There seemed to be no end to it. Each strand of semen shot into her was as intense as the last. Only when the well had run dry did he finally stop cumming. Something commented by disappointed gasps from both of them and the inevitable collapsing of their bodies.

The fluttering of Rave’s strong heartbeat drummed against John’s chest. His own answered in kind. Lost in the heat of their embrace, their stamina slowly returned as time passed.

Their tranquillity was interrupted by the one woman around who still had the capacity to speak. Something that she was only capable of thanks to the relentless rage overpowering her pleasure. “Let me fucking cum, you ass!” Metra demanded, sitting in a figurative pool of her own juices, only growing slicker as those words were followed by ecstatic screams. Not because John caved, but because she was too close to push down those reactions.

John took a worried look at her bindings, which were straining but still held. For the moment. He took a glance over to the good girl, peacefully squirming in masochistic delight on the edge of the wooden horse, and the obedient rock, letting out begging sounds as the vibrators increased her pleasure ever more while the spell blocked relief.

‘I wonder if the orgasm they are going to have will be cumulative,’ John thought and pulled Rave off himself. Thanks to Gamer’s Body, he was restored much quicker. The second his erect dick was no longer sealing her tight hole, although that was a bit less of a fitting description for her thoroughly ravished cunt right now, cum started leaking out. Thick and white, it was already leaking onto the seat the moment he stood, leaving his girlfriend in a comfortable position. “I’ll tend to them for a moment, then I’ll be right back for you.”

She nodded, anticipation to be taken even more thoroughly echoing in her eyes, then John turned around. Usually, he would have punished someone who addressed him like Metra had just done by pushing them down to the last place on the list. However, he was talking about the First of Wrath here and she wasn’t nearly as submissive as the other two girls in the line-up. He had to compromise his ambitions a bit here to give them both a good experience.

That being said, he couldn’t leave it entirely unpunished. “Beg for me to fuck you,” John demanded.

“I’ll do…” Metra began but was quickly silenced by her master pushing his cock into her parted lips and fucking her face for a few moments. The perfect taste of John’s semen only increased her need to cum and her irritation towards her inability.

John slowly pulled out again as he said, “You can break out of your bonds and curse me however you like, but you agreed to this, so you won’t be able to have your climax until I let you.” His dick slipped past her lips. “Now beg.”

For a few moments Metra’s green eyes burned with seething rage, then she reigned herself in. She preferred being dominated by force, if in any way, but this erratic machine below her and the cruelty of John had their own special flavour. Her pride crumbled in a most pleasing fashion. “Please, fuck me, Master,” she half gasped, half spat out.

“You will have to do better,” John stated.

Air travelled audibly through her clenched teeth. “I want you to fuck me, make me cum as hard as I can, Master, I beg you to do this to me.”

“And where?”

“Wherever the fuck you like, just, in the name of Tiamat, get that giant cock inside me and make me cum!”

‘Good enough,’ John decided, circling around and pushing her forwards once he was behind her. Although her pussy was still filled and under assault by the Sybian, her asshole was tight and her sweaty, toned ass a perfect place for John to squat over. “Get ready,” the Gamer warned with delightful sadism in his voice, expectant of what was about to happen.

“I was created ready- FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-“ Metra was immediately proven wrong when her entire concept of self was momentarily obliterated the moment John sheathed himself inside her anus. She didn’t even hear herself scream, couldn’t see the world as her eyes vanished up their sockets. The cock in her ass, the vibrations in her pussy and the explosion of liquid from there, not even that she felt. Only the spike of suddenly released pleasure, like built up water behind a damn.

That was the same impression John got as Metra got so tight around him it was almost painful. He tried to thrust, could do so only slowly, had to keep the berserker babe as still as he could by grabbing her ponytail. Thrusting was pretty optional, however, at least at the start. Riding her through the orgasmic thrashing, like a wild horse being trained for the first time, John experienced plenty of blissful friction by trying to stay on top of her. The bindings creaked, seams tore, but it still held together.

Metra’s attitude was nowhere to be found, even after her scream died down to a whimper. Not playing with her sensibilities any further, John moved more and more into traditional fucking as her orgasm died down, only to be followed directly by another one. All the berserker babe was doing was salivate on the floor, where her head rested after John let go of her hair, her body limp aside from involuntary shivers. John was slightly worried, but that worry took a subordinate role to seeing this wrathful woman brought down to such a state. He felt the vibrations of the Sybian through the little bit of slut meat between himself and the massive dildo up her cunt.

Adding insult to injury, John rested his weight on her by leaning his arms on her back, pinning the mind-fried Metra down. A minute of self-serving fucking ensued, where he only cared about getting himself off as quickly as possible, treating the dirty blonde as nothing more than a cum bucket. Not that he even needed to try to make her feel good about it, her being so thoroughly trapped between one orgasm after the other, following such a torturous denial.

With one final slap against her muscular behind, he spurted his seed into her. It was quick, unceremonious and absolutely satisfying. After having been forced to prioritize her, the whole thing had been an even better punishment than anything he could have imagined. Out of Metra’s cum-filled ass, he splurged two more thick strands over her ass before leaving the barely recognizable mess of a woman to recover. He did give her the mercy to deactivate the Sybian before he moved on though.

The confirmation that the denied orgasms stacked as well was wonderful. With that in mind, he decided to leave Eliza for last. Surely, she would appreciate having to face the most mind-shattering orgasm in his harem yet. An appropriate reward.

Which meant that Gnome was going to be his next victim. Bridging the short distance, holding onto one of the metal pillars for support, John was quickly between her legs. The lounger ended shortly behind her hips and was designed with the Gamer’s height in mind. As such, his cock was already at the perfect angle to thrust into her.

He grabbed the vibrator burrowed in the earth spirit’s pussy, as soiled wet as all of his girls had been and were. Easefully, he pulled it out, a smooth and steady motion. There was no need to hurry and potentially hurt her, even if it was just the slightest bit. Humiliation, that was what he aimed to inflict on Gnome, not hurt. Not everyone who was into being a submissive had to be into the pain.

When he mindlessly dropped the tool, Gnome managed to look up to her summoner. Fear for what was about to happen reflected in her hazel eyes, with layers upon layers of anticipation on top of it. Much like her panties failed to appear quite often, the stone spirit just couldn’t hide completely what she wanted.

“I’ll make this up to you with some less intense cuddling sometime,” John promised as he moved in, leaving the other vibrator well in place. Although she opened her mouth to answer, all that came out was a long moan, followed by nothing at all. Her lips simply formed an O and the metal pillars bent as her orgasm began and tensed up her limbs.

Too bad for her John wasn’t done experimenting with Domination Pact yet. Penetrating her while her pussy was gushing and tightly quivering around him, ready to milk her master’s cock, John delighted in her loss of self-control. He would worry about replacing the equipment she was wrecking later.

All the way inside her, he enjoyed the feeling for a moment. The vibrations, much like inside Metra moments earlier, that caressed his shaft distantly; the orgasmic tightness of her earthen cunt; her slim, clean curves; Gnome not sweating even a replacement fluid. Then he pulled back, and all of a sudden, her orgasm ceased.

Raising her head in confusion, relief and disappointment, Gnome looked at John. The flustered expression she wore had her wishes written all over it, and the moment he began thrusting back in, her climax continued, albeit weaker. What John had denied her to feel was lost, but he could still start and stop her orgasm while it was ongoing. Not as good as actually having control over their lust in its totality, but a good thing to know for future engagements.

Not that he didn’t plan on abusing the knowledge right now.

As slippery as both of them were already, John moved right into full-speed from that moment onward. He slammed into her, she came, he pulled back, she had to endure the pause, rinse and repeat ad nauseum. It made her orgasm less mind-blowing, but she seemed more thankful about that than anything and John was still getting his fix from forcing his control on her in such a manner. They were both winning out.

Another orgasm was fast approaching and John tossed away all control, simply letting Gnome feel as was natural. What remained of the climax ended, only to be replaced by a fresh one when John thrust into her one final time. She found her voice again, but not much of it, a meek moan being all the shy earth spirit let out as John’s cum filled her up, her elemental origin delighting in the fresh mana being pumped inside her through such a delicious method.

“Y-y-y-you…” Gnome stammered as they let the afterglow pass. “You better keep that promise with the cuddles!” her voice was way higher than usual from the nervousness.

John bent down and kissed her on the lips. “I will, you adorable thing,” he reassured and then went to face the last girl that needed relief.

Although Eliza looked quite happy in her situation. She didn’t even seem to realize John was approaching the wooden horse. Not until he climbed onto the leg support anyway, standing on it. Thanks to the exploits of the past few minutes, he felt a lot more confident moving around. Helped by that he immediately grabbed Eliza’s head for support, and to slam his cock into her.

There was a gargling sound when the blood mage came with ferocious intensity. Everything creaked, her thighs pressuring the contraption and threatening to burst the surface with their thick might. However, Eliza displayed a remarkable amount of control. When it came to not accidentally destroying things, she had gone through more training than anyone else.

Which was also why John didn’t fear for his cock while he fucked her face relentlessly. Eliza’s long hair was just a mess, her tits were swaying with every thrust, and between the rocking of the wooden horse and John’s hips, her body was entirely at the mercy of outside forces. With curled toes, white knuckles, rolled back eyes and a throat constantly buzzing from a prolonged scream of ecstasy and bulging from the dick sliding in and out, she was just a sight for perverted gods.

John didn’t ruin her orgasm in any way, although it was tempting. She had been such a good girl today, a proper submissive slave only existing to be under her master’s sway. Fingers clawing into the white base of her hair, he continued to give her the abuse she so desperately craved. “Sexy little slut,” he groaned his balls slapping against her chin, drenched in the fluids of so many girls. “Can you even hear me, huh?!”

There was the weakest of nods, might as well have been an accident amongst the many spasms her body was going through, but John took it as confirmation. Hearing him even amongst an orgasm that made it look like she was pissing herself with pussy juices, sending streams flowing down the sides of the wooden horse, that was commitment to her position.

The reward John had for her was several mouthfuls of cum that he blasted directly into her stomach. “Ah, fuck, you filthy little thing,” he gasped, his vision fluttering and his knees bending. Only by supporting himself on her, pressing her pussy down on the grinding mechanisms even stronger, did he managed to remain standing.

His balls tightened again and again. With each spurt he pulled back a little bit, until the lower edge of his engorged head was lying lazily on the metal ring that kept Eliza’s mouth open. A few more spurts scattered over her tongue, desperate sounds accompanied her attempts to somehow swallow the immense load, some of it running past her glistening lips.

“You can recover for a bit,” he told Eliza as her eyes slowly escaped the upper corner of their sockets. “Just a little bit though.”