No Dick for Disobedient Toys
No cock for toys that won't obey. I returned to the log cabin with Bella. David must've come home in the meantime—he was out in the yard playing with the explosive traps. Step on one wrong and it'd blow sky-high. Eh... he'll figure it out.
I opened the door and there was Cecilia, passed out on the sofa with a book draped over her face like she'd dozed off mid-read. Lucky bitch. What was it... like that big sister who graduated college but couldn't land a job, just rolling around the house until she conked out? Not that I ever had a sister.
Bella headed straight to the kitchen the moment we got home, saying she had to prep dinner. Meanwhile, I had my own business. I went to the shed in the backyard, opened the creaky door—
Kiiiek—
And there was Ellen, staring at me with terror-stricken eyes, her whole body trembling and bound tight with the thick ropes David used for bundling logs. Hands, feet, everything trussed up like a hog.
"Mmmph! Mmph!"
Her mouth was gagged the same way. The second she saw me, she thrashed with all her might, wriggling desperately. Not that it did her any good—just wasted her stamina. Anyone walking in would think I'd kidnapped the poor thing. Haha.
The reason I'd skipped the smart hypnosis route and gone full caveman with ropes? Simple: I was low on stamina. That skill guzzled way more than I'd figured, and after slinging it around nonstop in my polymorphed, stat-nerfed human form... that last creampie in Ariel from behind was my final drop.
No regrets, though. Leaving Ellen un-hypnotized for the outing was straight-up my fuckup, and I'd fixed it. Just gotta be more careful from now on. By this point, I'd recovered enough for one good hypnosis blast. I morphed my finger into a hypnosis tentacle and hit her with the waves.
Her eyes went dull in seconds, life draining out.
Hmm... first things first, gotta make sure she can't bolt again. Like chaining up the guard dog in the yard—time to collar this elf bitch too.
"You cannot leave a 2km radius from Rutin Village, and this holds until I permit otherwise."
That takes care of the basics. Now for the punishment—time to make this cheeky bitch pay for trying to run from her owner. Something painful but dick-throbbingly hot... ah.
"Every time I snap my fingers, you go into heat—and it stacks until your lust is satisfied."
"You absolutely cannot masturbate."
Heh. I'd handled her with brute force till now, but time for a fresh approach. Not bad for an on-the-spot punishment. If something better pops up later, I can always stack it on.
Imagining her writhing in heat, begging to squeeze my cock... fuck, already getting hard. Snap—
I snapped the ropes off her with raw strength and released the hypnosis.
"...Huh? The ropes... fuck, you bastard... what kinda sick shit are you up to now..."
"Damn, your mouth gets filthier every time. After all those beatings, shouldn't you be learning some respect?"
Does she not have a learning curve? Her first impression wasn't this skull-thick.
"Bullshit! You think I'd submit to a freak monster like you? Beat my body and rape me all you want—I won't break for some creature scum!"
Ha. Can't even pretend to listen. "Don't worry. From now on, no more forcing you down or marking up that body of yours."
"What fresh hell is this... you expect me to buy that? You'll come charging back in a few hours to wreck my pussy again!"
I stroked her gorgeous, paranoia-twisted face and grinned. "Believe me or not, up to you. But remember this: plenty of holes out there besides yours. You rejected it with your own mouth. I'll hear the regrets later."
"Ha! Get your hand off me! Regret? As if I'd—"
Snap!
"Nngh—what the fuck did you just—"
"Heh, who knows?" Snap! Not enough—another one.
"Hrrgh! Body feels weird... my pussy's pounding—"
Snap! "Haaah!! Stop that! No more finger snaps—"
Snap! "Ohooogoh♥ Pussy's so itchy♥ Womb's dropping down—♥♥"
Now we're talking. But this ain't punishment yet. Snap!
"Haaaaak—! Pussy, wanna rub my pussy— ahhhng!♥ Can't grind it out♥ Why—!"
"What was that you said earlier? Can't quite recall."
"Y-you fucker♥ What'd you do to my body♥"
"Still not getting it?" Snap! Snap!! Double tap.
"Uggggh♥ F-fuuuuck... stooop...♥"
"Tsk tsk tsk. No manners in your begging. I'll be back in three hours." Kiiiek—
I shut the shed door, leaving Ellen behind squirting pussy juice in full-blown heat.
"Aaaahng—♥ Masturbate♥ Lemme jerk off♥ Let me finger my pussy—♥"
I ignored her pathetic wails. Extreme heat, no sex like usual, no masturbation possible. Plus, she was under that final hypnosis making her starve without my cum. No fucking me meant no relief from the heat and crippling hunger.
And with the "won't submit" hypnosis still active... even begging for cock would be a struggle. Perfect storm—like shrimp backs exploding in a whale fight. My conflicting suggestions would battle it out, tormenting her to the brink.
Wonder which one wins.
When conflicting hypnosis is applied, the subject follows the one they truly desire. If Ellen begs for sex out of uncontrollable lust, that means she truly wants it.
"Heh. Looking forward to your choice, Ellen."
I locked the shed and dragged my languid body to the living room. Delicious smells wafted from the kitchen.
...Wait. Right now, I was polymorphed human. Didn't that mean I could finally chow down on Bella's cooking, stuff I'd never tasted in tentacle form?
Yes. Your oral structure matches a human's now, so human food should taste normal.
Oh shit. How'd I not realize sooner?
Even in human form, your core is tentacle monster flesh. As long as you absorb yin qi regularly, food isn't necessary.
So what happens if I eat anyway? Where's the energy go?
When polymorphed and consuming food or nutrients, the energy converts to stamina. But the amount is negligible—highly inefficient. Natural stamina recovery is far superior.
Hmm... no harm in it, at least. Can't resist. How bummed was I last time when I spat out that braised ribs?
"Bellaaa—! Whip up dinner for me too this time—!"
I bolted to the kitchen and demanded my share.
"Y-yes—? For you too, Master Tentacle? But last time—"
"I can switch to human form now. Human food's fair game."
Bella never said it outright, but my brutal critique—spitting out her cooking last time—must've stung. Her face lit up now that I could eat it.
"Waaah—! That's perfect! Can't just sit on this—I need to hit the market. Be right back!"
She really wanted to treat me, dropping her half-done cooking, ripping off her apron, and dashing out after telling me to wait. Urging her to hurry.
...Did she really need to shop? Sigh. Same gender, total opposites. If Ellen had even half of Bella's qualities, I'd spoil her rotten with dick.
I wandered the now-silent living room and spotted Cecilia still snoozing in the same spot.
"Cecilia, if you're sleeping, go to bed. This book... '69 Ways to Stimulate a Man's Cock'? Where the hell did you get this?"
Hmm... probably Bella's. Pretty sure I saw it in the master bedroom. Cecilia was belly-up, drooling deep in slumber. Tch, so defenseless. How'd the village guys leave this slut untouched?
I scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom, and tucked her in. See? I'm a sweet, gentlemanly tentacle.
Sluuurp— sluuuurp—
Every steady breath made her massive tits pendulum up and down. No bra, so her nipples poked right through the top. Ooh... Cecilia's rack might lose to Bella in sheer size, but shape and balance? Dead even. Perfect aesthetic big-tiddy size.
I slid in beside her and hiked up her tight top. Out popped those pink nipples, stiff as hell, practically protesting: Suck me now!
Of course I wanna... Why am I so damn sleepy all of a sudden...'
With her waist hugged tight like a body pillow, kneading those tits leaking a bit of milk... my eyes drifted shut before I knew it.
Mmm... so warm and soft.
I surrendered to the sweet drowsiness, napping with Cecilia until Bella got back to wake us for dinner.