Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 40
How many times had Kaldir moaned and screamed that friends shouldn't do this to each other? Last night, when she couldn't even fall properly asleep until 8 a.m., had probably been less agonizing than this. Shuga wasn't even a trained expert in torture techniques, yet she'd inflicted such excruciating pain—Kaldir genuinely thought death might be preferable.
And for reasons beyond mere pain, she'd nearly died too. Not from a ruptured gut, but from something like "self-induced orgasmic death." Kaldir's body was wired to feel ultimate bliss precisely when enduring torment, teetering her on the brink of life and death over and over.
Yet somehow she clung to life, all thanks to Princess and Plang returning mid-torture, distracting Shuga just long enough for a breather. After dumping the Princess and recommitting to Shuga, Kaldir had never felt such relief at her arrival.
"Master, I'm back~ I made tons of pocket money at the lesbian bar, slurping up pussy juice and all. Drank piss, swallowed squirt, got tons of affection. Praise me~"
"The Princess said... it's true. There were over a hundred women there, customers and whores alike... and she took every single one of their... ugh, I can't say more. My tongue feels filthy just thinking about it..."
The Princess, back in the room after so long, crouched on the floor like a needy she-cat, growling and purring for attention. Plang, cloaked and filming every sordid detail from the bar, vouched for her. Now Shuga had leverage—even if the Princess snapped out of it, she had a card to play.
Digging through the Princess's wardrobe collection, Shuga had stumbled on a camera packed with intimate recordings of Kaldir and other women. Now she held both their fates in her hands. If these two sluts ever turned on her? Straight to the internet, turning them into global stars!
Heh heh heh... Just imagining their sleek bodies... They'd be top-tier fap material for at least a decade. Who knew attaching Plang as a "guard" to the Princess bitch would yield such results? She was humming now, feeling so damn good.
The cash was a bonus. Over sixteen hours, they'd raked in more than a million dollars—unbelievable for a rookie whore. Plang pulled gold coins from her fourth-dimensional pouch; the Princess's take tallied over three million, blowing past expectations.
What were wages back home again? If she'd sent Kaldir instead of the Princess, it'd be over a hundred million a day easy. Nah, skip the lesbian bar—sell her as a slave to a noble house, and she'd fetch trillions no problem. Shuga stared at the massive haul, bursting into disbelieving laughter.
"Good work, Plang. From the footage, you followed my 'observe and report' order better than expected."
"Ugh... It was exhausting tailing the Princess and handling everything... Don't give me missions like that again."
"Yeah, once is enough for that kind of task. Atl... I mean, Maki, you worked hard too."
The Princess beamed with genuine joy at Shuga's praise, while Kaldir thrashed blindly under her blindfold, clearly piecing it together. Surprisingly jealous kid. Kaldir had suffered too, so fairness demanded equal praise.
"Kaldir, you endured my torture like a champ. Time to let you down."
"Shuga Master... You're freeing me... I love you~ Kiss me too~"
Rules about calling her "miss" be damned—finally released from the rack, Kaldir crawled down on all fours and, unprompted, buried her face in Shuga's pussy, sucking eagerly. Slurp, slurp, schluuuurp...Smack, smack... My, after "just" that torture, she's primed to serve already?
Kaldir worked like she'd mastered advanced techniques, rippling Shuga's folds with her tongue. The assault nearly buckled Shuga's knees, eyelids fluttering—until she grabbed Kaldir's head and yanked her off.
"Mm... Missed my kisses that much? If you want it so bad, come get it."
"Haaah... Master's lips are so pretty. Then... I'll kiss... kiss you..."
Fittingly perverse for "kiss"—Kaldir invaded Shuga's lips from a 15-degree upward angle, tongue prying in to shove saliva deep. Living porn incarnate. Who knew such a lovely word could be so profaned?
Plang grimaced in disgust, then bolted to the room where she'd spent last night with Solt—without a backward glance. How many times had that kid's innocence been shattered at her age? Poor thing.
"Wanna kiss me deeper? Beat the bitch in an affection duel first. No monopolizing my lips."
"Waaah! Master! You're giving me a shot too?!"
Let her stream with Solt or not—Shuga's mind raced, scheming to pit these living onaholes against each other for peak pleasure. Kaldir pouted openly at being pulled away, but the Princess went wild with glee.
Alright, who sucks better? Winner gets my kiss; loser gets the whip—guillotine match! Breasts, navel, pussy, ass, feet—best of five. Final champ gets a bonus fuck; total loser gets branded!
"Handling Master's lust is my specialty. Don't you dare encroach, Atlantia."
"Hmph, Master's the one who decides her fucktoy—who are you to say? Don't boss me around~"
A fierce staredown preceded round one: Kaldir on Shuga's right nipple, Princess on the left, each unleashing their skills. Ooh, not bad...
Instinctively knowing lips alone wouldn't cut it, they cupped the ample tits warmly. Kaldir caressed Shuga's breasts softly overall; the Princess kneaded the undersides hard. Styles revealed true natures.
Both skilled, but Kaldir—destined as her principal wife—had the edge over the concubine Princess. Booze-and-drugs reek from the Princess; Kaldir's natural scent was sweeter. No choice but to pick her.
"Ahh! Aahn! Master's whip on me? That's a reward~!"
"I get to kiss Master again... Whipping the loser is fine, but don't neglect my lips~"
Shuga whipped the Princess's ass one-handed while twisting to plant a deep kiss on clinging Kaldir. Kaldir swept the next rounds too; despite her efforts, the Princess ate nothing but lashes.
"Master... Whipping feels good... A bit gentler... Ah! Aah! Aaah!"
"Cheeky slut, where'd you learn to play coy? From Kaldir?"
Kaldir's tongue electrified Shuga's navel in tingling waves the Princess couldn't match; pussy and ass needed no words. Shaking ass cheeks, invaded folds, and anal wrinkles all favored Kaldir.
The Princess's plea—no simultaneous comparison for singles like navel, pussy, anal—fell flat. Breasts and feet already Kaldir's; one more win sealed it. 0-5 shutout? Pathetic whining. Want a kiss? Win fair!
After thorough whipping, a slave seal like Kaldir's massive back brand was seared onto the Princess's back. Kaldir's marked her as imperial meat-toilet; this proved her a rich commoner's bitch slave. Branding hurt the same regardless.
Sizzle... Aaaah! Wh-why's this bitch branding my back? Where am I? Aaaah... Why regain consciousness now...? The Princess's vacant eyes flickered briefly with life, then sank back into darkness. Face-down exposing her back, Shuga missed it.
"Dunno who thought up grading slave seals, but I'm no royal—this'll do."
Clang, clink... The red-hot iron rolled aside. Now "branded" like Kaldir and fully Shuga's property in appearance, the Princess claimed anus and pussy—one each—sucking greedily.
Her pupils sparked again. Wh-what...? Why am I sucking this bitch's pussy? Nooo...! After blood-revenge torment, the Princess's mind cleared at last—but pussy agony and foggy memories blocked thought.
I remember her taking my virginity... Tch, stay calm... She's arching back, lost in my tonguing—hasn't noticed. Escape this... Stay calm...!