Chapter 549 – Blind Subservience 2 [Erotic Content]

Chapter 549 – Blind Subservience 2 [Erotic Content]

John watched the writhing mess that was the rest of his harem with pleased eyes. At the mercy of and squished between Siena’s crossed legs was Eliza, rubbing her own pussy frantically as she was half-suffocating in the sadistic shadow spirit’s cunt. The blood mage wasn’t the only victim: Gnome, wrapped up in dark tendrils, was trapped in front of Siena, both of them lying on the floor.

“Don’t ever stop rubbing your crotch, toy,” the nightmare elemental’s voice was a hushed, commanding whisper. “No stopping, no matter how searing the pleasure gets,” she continued on. John was doubtful of a normal person even being able to hear that through the thick thighs wrapped around their head. “Only I can allow you to leave your dripping, swollen pussy alone.”

John just had to one up her on that one. “Eliza, come here,” his voice echoed over the scene and the moans of Metra, who had Beatrice and Aclysia worshipping her midriff and crotch. Much to the Gamer’s pleasure, and Siena’s reverse, the blood mage immediately obeyed. With as much haste as her continued masturbating allowed while walking, she made her way to where John was sitting. To gesture, he had to close one eye again. “Yes, you know who your master is,” he said in a lowkey threatening voice, cupping her face between his fingers, “don’t you?”

“You are my one true master,” Eliza immediately answered, her perfect teeth showing with each word she formulated, careful not to drop a curse in there and upset him. Eyes darting over to John’s cock, she began salivating, envious of the trio getting to suck his dick. A loud slap echoed through the room when John slapped her across the face.

“Did I allow you to look away from me?” he asked, grabbing her throat and clamping down too tight to hear the answer that her blueish lips formed. The slick sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy only grew more intense. A visible struggle went through Eliza’s body, her consciousness attempting to keep her eyes focused on John’s while her lust made her lose control and they slowly rolled up. Throaty, choked moans escaped her wide open mouth occasionally, tongue stretching out.

John kept her like that for a little while longer. The quivering of her iris, the slow darkening of her face from the rushing blood, the way her expression was contorted between pain, ecstasy and a desperate need to please him, it all put John right back on the edge of orgasm.

“Cum,” he commanded and, although he had no magic that could make that happen (not yet anyway), Eliza’s natural inclination made her obey anyway. Gargling, with only a few gasps of pleasure pressing the last bit of air she had out of her lungs, her hands stimulated her clit and pussy with a few more moments and then pushed her right over the edge.

Not even John’s command could keep her eyes focused at that point; they half disappeared up her skull. Her entire body quivered, the asphyxiation heightening all her senses, and a splatter of pussy juices burst out of her convulsing cunt. John was only able to perceive that at the side, his senses overwritten by the lightning of his own orgasm that rushed through every fibre of his being. He could only see her perversely distorted expression, only feel squishy tits and greedy mouths around his cock.

“Good girl,” he groaned at the tail end of his climax and relaxed his grip. Life giving air was inhaled in a frantic fashion and immediately expelled again through coughs and moans. Eliza was still vibrating with ecstasy, her muscles weak, most of the weight of her small, bluish pale body, from the moderately sized tits to the nicely thick thighs, was resting in John’s hand. If he had stopped choking her entirely, she would have dropped like a puppet without strings. “A real doll for my desires, that’s what you are, you submissive slut.”

“Yessshhh, Mashteerrr,” Eliza managed to slur out as her orgasm flared up again from the renewed abuse and her body’s jubilation at the chance to breathe again. “I am your fucking cumslut, a freakish whore you abuuuss- abuse however you want... your... your breeding sow that you can fill up with your fertile fucking seed whenever you want!”

‘Oh god, why does that have to sound so good?!’ John asked himself, looking at her now sweaty midriff and lower torso. Her abdomen was shifting constantly, and he imagined thrusting into her already raw-rubbed cunt and fucking her relentlessly until he exploded inside her, his cum finally doing what it was meant to achieve, reaching her womb and then impregnating her. He still didn’t want a child, but the thought of breeding his willing, cute masochist was just... it sent a warm shiver up and down his spine. “Not today,” he told more himself than her, but she whimpered with disappointment anyway. “I will mark you with something else though, do you consent to having your pleasure guided by me?”

“Ish thaaaat,” one last, large spasm went through her, then she gulped and answered properly. “Is that a fucking trick question?! Abuse me and act like you would throw me away like some disgusting piece of trash once you are done with me, you filth-head!”

That was way more than John needed to hear to have Domination Pact trigger. The mana gathered in his lower body, between hips and groin; an acute, inwards pointing awareness born from his new condition allowed him to sense it. Raw magical energy, rushing up his spine and the insane number of channels the Gamer’s Body had blessed him with, ran through him like electricity guided through the logic gates of a circuitry, taking a specific shape and finally passing out through his palm.

Eliza yapped for air when, with a light bolt of pain, the magic invaded her body. A second passed by eventless, then lines started to wind over the area between navel and clitoris. They quickly took the shape of a stylized flower, the outermost petals touching the crease where the crotch hit the thighs, the innermost forming a heart shape above her womb. It made John’s impregnation fantasies flare up again, but he successfully distracted himself by playing with this new spell he had.

It was a lot like Possession, in that he instinctively knew how to use this newfound tool. Sadly, there was no way to increase Eliza’s sensitivity, but he could easily adjust it downwards and, much more interestingly, cap her pleasure. With a dominating grin he watched Eliza bring herself to the brink of orgasm again and then just had her stay there.

“Oh fuck... oh fuck me...” she gasped, her whole body squirming in John’s grasp. “I am... I am... no, fuck... fuuuuck... this is the... best... worst thing... Masteeeer, I want to cuuuum...” No matter how much her fingers kept pumping in and out of her tight snatch, her ecstasy only ever rose but never found an outlet. She groaned in blissful frustration when John just blocked her sensitivity entirely, making even her masturbation useless, but leaving her as close to the finale as before.

Once her naked body was sprawled out, the diligent maids penetrated her ass and pussy with vibrators. Gnome’s skin was deeply flushed with lust and embarrassment when they were turned on, and she could only moan and struggle lightly, instincts driving her to hide herself from view. The inability to do so only made her gasp more. Her mouth was left unsealed, how else would John hear her beg?

Metra had a much easier time getting prepared. Simply kneeling down over the flexible, John sized dildo that was attached to the Sybian, she eased it into her drooling cunt. “Didn’t try this thing before either,” the berserker babe was grinning anticipatingly, her midriff tensing when she was down to the base. Against a bit of protest, but ultimately with her agreement, Metra was also subject to some bondage. Legs were bundled together and wrists chained to her ankles, making it so she couldn’t get off the erotic device on her own will. John was handed the remote while the last girl got prepared for his viewing pleasure.

Eliza was, predictably, compliant with everything. A wooden horse, that was what John had in store for her today. It had a triangular shape, the upper edge somewhat rounded off and wrapped in leather to not be actually painful to sit on. The main body was solid, blue-coated wood and two height-adjustable railings (ironically much wider than the sitting area) at the side were meant to hold the legs. The dots in her eyes spun with horny agitation when she was placed on it.

Quickly, her legs were bound with straps, wrapping them around the railings and her arms locked with a construct of strings and sleeves that began between shoulder and elbow and ran all the way down to her wrists. The extreme way this forced back her shoulders made her tits look magnificent.

“Can I get my gag?” Eliza asked Aclysia when they were basically done with her. “I fucking love having that jaw-breaking ring in my mouth and making myself all dirty with my slutty spit.” She looked over to John. “Please, Master, I am a good girl, right? Please? My begging will be my sloppy screams of how fucked up you are making me. How fucked up I already am, please?”

‘Jesus, she is pushing all the right buttons today,’ John thought, biting his lower lip and then nodding. It only took a few more moments for the ring-gag to be fetched and put into position. Prying open her lips and teeth wide enough for John’s girthy cock to slam in without a problem, the securing strap was pulled tightly in position behind her head. It harmonized surprisingly nicely with her longer hair. With that, Eliza’s preparation were done as well.

This being the Abyss, nothing was ever as simple as it looked and the wooden horse had its capabilities activated at the push of a button. Immediately, the leg rests dropped to a level where Eliza’s weight was now entirely balancing on that narrow tip, pressing into her pussy. As if that wasn’t enough, that very same sharp end also began moving. Back and forth, up and down, it grinded. It wouldn’t be a wooden horse if it couldn’t at least trot.

The blood mage had no idea this was a thing it could do, but her only reaction to it was a delightful squeal as her pussy was treated to appreciated abuse. Switching on the Sybian, John also gave Metra something more pleasing to ride and enjoyed the sight. Aclysia and Beatrice went over to an impatient Siena, removing themselves from the current scene.

Groaning in pleasure, he put a hand on Rave’s head as she was slurping on his cock. “Hey, love of my life,” he said perhaps a bit mockingly. “What do you think about that?” He gently pulled her upwards his shaft, her lips staying sealed around him every centimetre of the way. When she came off the top with a loud ‘pop’, thick strands of gooey body fluids still connected them.

Rave cleaned her lips with a cattish move of her tongue and swallowed whatever of his delicious precum she still had in her mouth. Only after that, she turned around. Behind her, all three girls were already at the complete mercy of their tools. Metra most of all, the potency of that Epic quality Sybian was not to be underestimated.

Shaking her hips as best as she could, which was barely, the berserker babe’s reaction was not to try and flee from that hellish stimulation. No, like with most other things, the dirty blonde woman was facing it with head-on stubbornness. “I love this thinnggg,” she gasped as her pleasure built up, only for her sensitivity to drop, turning her reaction into a groan of frustration.

Gnome had no words to add, only sharp sounds of shame, ecstasy and need. Although she had more room to wiggle her hips, indeed her whole body, the vibrators were firmly lodged inside her by means of thin ropes keeping them in place. Her movements were futile attempts at finding relief, only serving her summoner and his girlfriend as a feast for their eyes. Steadily, her head was forced backwards as John spiked her sensitivity, then he withdrew again, giving her a moment to gather her composure and look at him with hazel eyes.

They had an agreement, a common if not mandatory one in the BDSM community, that she could opt out at any second if the embarrassment or the erotic torture became too much for her. Although her lips quivered and her spirit reached out to him, she never took the decision to its end. Today, her perverted subconscious seemed to stay in control and all she did was throw her head back yet again when John suddenly jammed her sensitivity back up to the maximum. The leather under her ass was wet with her juices.

The same could be said for the edge that grinded through Eliza’s cunt. Her unbound fingers were clenched into fists, her jaw tense but mouth pried open from the ring gag. Continuously drooling from both mouths, she sullied her body and the tool. The pleasure she was receptive to was by far the weakest, just a bumpy ride on a thin strip of leather, but Eliza was still feeling it. How so much masochism could fit into such a small, sexy body was incredible. What normal women would have felt as discomfort only made her all the more receptive towards bliss.

The raucous moans she made were as pitiful as they were musical to John’s ears. All the blood mage had eyes for was her master, who was having his cock caressed by the massive tits of Undine and Salamander. While one was moving up, the other was going down, tongues stretching for a taste whenever they could. John had to reduce Eliza’s sensitivity the most to keep her on edge; seeing him dominate like this, even if it wasn’t herself on her knees, made her incredibly needy.

“Fuck me, that’s nice,” Rave finally answered after having taken the entirety of the situation. “Really wanna walk around there and give them some spanks and whipping... but!” She suddenly turned back around and got back into her previous position. “Then I would have to stop sucking your dick, tiger. No can do.” She gave the top a quick peck with her sultry lips. “This is mine, after all. Matter of fact, I wanna have some room here.”