4 - Femdom (4)
Scarlett's soaked pussy swallowed my rock-hard cock whole.
"Hah...!"
Her heavy weight bore down on me, and the pressure inside her wrung tight around my shaft. Her breasts bounced up and down with her rough motion, and every time her hips sank, the soft padding of her belly folded against mine, skin sliding hot against skin.
"Mmm... you're more useful than you look...?"
Smack, slap—!
Only the lewd friction of flesh slapping flesh filled the cabin. The overwhelming weight driving down from above and her single-minded, grinding hips made it feel like my brain was burning away.
"Ah, ugh... hah...!"
"Even your moans are fucking vulgar. Feels that good? You must be dying for it."
Scarlett smiled cruelly and drove her hips down harder, rougher. Then, without warning, she bent low over me and sank her teeth into my bare skin.
"Aaagh...!"
"Mmgh... hah. Your flesh tastes pretty good too."
A scream ripped out of me at the sudden pain, but she didn't care—my neck, my shoulders, every part of me, she bit down and carved her teeth marks into my body. Then she smeared the blood seeping from my skin, leaving her stain behind, and smiled like a woman admiring a beautiful painting.
"Ah. Gorgeous. This is why I love the color red. The most primal color there is."
"Things like this shouldn't stay hidden under the skin."
She exhaled breath laced with the taste of my blood, savoring herself alone—and the humiliation of it crushed down on me: granted not even an inch of control, reduced to nothing but a dildo for her pleasure.
What made it worse—so much worse—was that my body responded to every stimulation it was given, helpless to rebel.
"Hah, ah...! Mmn... See? Your body's honest, like a proper little dog."
The sight of Scarlett licking the blood from her lips with her tongue sent a chill crawling up my spine.
With the sex grinding on and the stimulation relentless, that uncontrollable urge to climax surged up in me again, my body past its limit writhing with the instinct to spill.
Slap—!
Scarlett's palm cracked viciously across my cheek. My head snapped aside with the sting, and she hauled up the chain of my collar, choking off my air.
"Hah... trying to come without permission again, just like before. Are you stupid or something? Nobody gives a damn how you feel—your only role is to satisfy your mistress."
"So until I'm satisfied, you hold it in. Every last drop. Clench it down like your life depends on it."
Gripping my bangs, she glared down at me, ice-cold.
"If you blow your load before I give the word... I'll carve that pathetic little cock off with a knife and toss it to the dogs as feed."
The pressure of having to forcibly cork back the climax made everything swim before my eyes. That feeling—ready to burst if I relaxed for even a heartbeat—I crushed flat under pure terror.
Savoring my squirming, she twisted her hips down even deeper, even crueler.
To this woman, I was a tool. Something she could do anything to for her own amusement, worth exactly that much and no more—discarded the moment I stopped being useful.
Thud. Thud. Slap.
The sticky sounds of friction rang through the room, and Scarlett's breathing began to scatter, sharp and ragged.
At last she hit her peak—her whole body shuddered, and her pussy clamped down hard around my cock.
"Hah, hah... Good. Now come."
"Inside your mistress... pour out every last drop of those worthless genes."
Spurt—! Pulse, pulse—! Splatter...
The instant permission fell, I couldn't hold back a second longer and came, hard.
Each wave throbbed directly against her tight little cervix, and her womb gobbled down my cum ravenously, in rhythm with every spurt.
"Hah... mm. You're making an absolute mess of it."
Pulse, throb—
Milking out even the final drop, my strength drained away to nothing. She pressed her palm flat against my chest until I'd finished, looking down at me with cold eyes.
In that gaze I could feel her arrogance too—the certainty that she had owned every single moment of this, from the first touch to the last. I could only stare up at her from beneath, prey looking up at its predator.
At last the grip of her pussy relaxed, and Scarlett rose off me without a shred of tenderness.
Pop—
The moment my cock slipped free, cum came trickling down the inside of her thigh and soaked into the sheets.
"Hah... you were a little useful after all."
She muttered it absently, gathering up the clothes scattered across the floor. Her manner was that of someone dealing with a toy she'd used up and tossed aside.
And with the hollow emptiness that follows release, every emotion I'd been swallowing until now crashed over me at once.
The cold chain still locked around my neck. My dignity, ground into the dirt. The sight I'd made of myself—licking her toes, writhing, desperate just to survive—and ultimately even coming inside her body besides.
Every degradation and every ounce of helplessness I'd suffered since falling into this twisted world closed my throat up tight.
What... what am I even doing here?
The shame and terror I'd felt as she used and defiled me, and the self-loathing of knowing I'd bent to it—all of it gnawed at me. Stripped of the barest dignity a human being has, reduced to a mere implement for her pleasure, the reality was bleak enough to break me.
And on top of it, the rejection and revulsion at the plain fact that I had been raped—it ate away at me from the inside.
Scarlett, perched on the edge of the bed pulling her clothes back on, went suddenly still. Her eyes, picking apart the sight of me—shoulders heaving, tears pouring into the miserable sobs filling the room—narrowed to a dangerous sliver.
"...Ha. You've got some nerve."
Scarlett seized a fistful of my hair.
"Nngh...!"
"I deign to wrap my body around a beast like you, and you dare sit there bawling about how unfair it all is—right in front of your mistress?"
"Ah, ugh... sob...!"
"What, wanted to be treated like a human? Ashamed of getting fucked? Hey, you—"
"—dog!" Thwack—!
"—son of a—" Thwack—!
"—bitch!" Wham!
"Uuogh...!"
With every syllable she spat out, that heavy fist hammered into my face. My skull rang, the inside of my lip split, and the smell of blood bloomed across my mouth.
"You're the one whose dick went stiff and started whining about wanting to ram itself into something, remember? So this mistress graciously bared her very womb for you, played the bitch in heat—and what do you do?"
Slap—!
Her rough palm cracked across my cheek, snapping my head sideways.
"Who the hell are you, putting on the tragic little hero in my bed?"
Tightening her grip in my hair, Scarlett dragged me off the bed without mercy. I was flung onto the wooden floor, hips and knees slamming into it with a dull crack.
Before I could even scream, she took hold of the chain on my collar and started hauling me toward the corner of the cabin. I scraped along the floor, gagging and gasping against the choke of the chain, but there wasn't an ounce of mercy in her stride.
Our destination: a huge oak water bucket sitting in the corner, brimming with ice-cold water and breathing out a deep chill.
"When your mistress graces you, you thank her with your face on the floor. Seems that head of yours is still stuffed full of useless pride."
Scarlett took my head in both hands and lifted it over the bucket.
"Let me cool that insolent skull of yours down. Properly."
"Wait, what—!"
Splash—!
A cold like something out to split my ears bored into my skull in an instant. Freezing water forced its way into my nose and mouth, filling me with a sensation like blades driving into my lungs.
Air... I can't... breathe...!
I thrashed on instinct, clawing for the rim of the bucket, but Scarlett's hands never so much as wavered, pressing down on the back of my skull. Watching my legs scrabble and scrape against the floor, her laughter rolled out above the water, deep and unhurried.
"Keep squirming. Let's see how long that precious pride of yours holds out down there."
Only when my lungs were burning like they would tear apart and my consciousness was flickering black-red, right on the verge of going out, did Scarlett snatch my hair and haul me up out of the water.
Pwaah—!
"Khhah! Cough, khh...! Uuogh..!"
I vomited up water and collapsed on the floor, shaking like a leaf. Thick droplets dripped one by one onto my heaving chest as it clawed for oxygen.
"How was that? Starting to understand where your limits are, are we?"
"S-spare me... cough! Sob... I was wrong..."
"Clearly you haven't learned yet. Dogs that can't understand words earn themselves more punishment."
"No, please—! N—!"
Splash—!
Darkness and biting cold swallowed my vision once more. And the harder I thrashed and twisted in the water, the harder Scarlett shoved my head down.
There was nothing left in me now—no human pride, no shame, nothing of who I'd been. Only the raw, primal terror of dying, the desperate survival instinct that begged to stay breathing, even at the feet of this mad predator, filled my skull to bursting.
Pwah—!
When she hauled me up again, I slammed my forehead into the floor and grabbed her ankle with hands shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong...! Khh, cough...! Please, spare me...! I'll bark if you want me to bark—arf, arf...!"
Tears and snot and bucket water all ran together, dripping off the end of my chin. It was the wretched surrender of a man broken down to his bedrock.
Scarlett looked down, cold, at the sight of me crawling and clinging to her—and the corner of her mouth curled up.
"Aww. If you're going to fold this easily, this soon, where's the fun in that?"
She wrenched her ankle free of my grip and, in the same motion, tipped my chin upward. As my head rose, the red eyes that met mine held no mercy in them at all. Not one fleck.
"And besides... if I let something this small slide, just because you begged... won't our little puppy start treating his devotion to his mistress like a goddamn joke?"