That evening by the pool had awoken something in me, a lust for her that I needed to quell.

I was doing this for myself just as much as I was doing this for her.

I’d longed for death for the longest time, and I could have taken my life at any time, but there was always one tiny little thing that kept me going. Candace.

If I was going to die, I would have died accidentally driving my car off the side of a bridge and into the ocean, but that wasn’t enough to kill me.

I showered quickly, cleaning myself off and delivering myself to Candace’s bedside, kneeling on the floor as I awaited her to return from her own shower. This was it, I was about to pleasure a goddess. The car accident that brought me here might not have been enough to kill me, but Candace might be.

She might fuck me to death, but there are worse ways to die~

I waited for her, she shouldn’t be required to wait even a single moment for me, but I had to wait, to learn patience.

She was cleaned and shaven, completely dried off and wrapped in her bathrobe. What a tease… At least come out naked...

I kneeled next to the bedside table, watching her reach over me. Naturally, her bracelet was the first thing that she retrieved. She had left it there, right next to me and out in the open, as a test. I could have picked it up and possibly freed myself, I’d made one escape attempt while she showered before, I could have attempted again, but I didn’t.

I didn’t know how the bracelet worked, but I could have figured it out, that wasn’t what was stopping me, she was.

This wasn’t about me anymore, this was about her. I had challenged her to a fight and I was going to get my fight. I wanted Candace St. Clair to put the fear of God in me, and I was going to get it.

“Get started.” She stood next to her bed, admiring the naked slave waiting for her to finish drying her hair. “If you like looking at my feet so badly, worship them.”

I was impatient, I wanted her sugary sweet cunt in my mouth as soon as possible, to show her what I was made of, but she wanted me to start at her feet, so that’s where I would start. At her feet, right where I belong.

Kiss after kiss after kiss after kiss after kiss, Candace never flinched at the sensation, and neither did I. Determined to show her that I was worthy of pleasuring her, I kept on, steeling myself for the struggle to come. Fortunately her feet smelled like flowers, having just gotten out of the shower.

ZAP. The moment I stopped for even just a moment, looking up at her to see her expression, she electrocuted me, it was a powerful shock, like lightning surging through my body. But I could take it. Hell, I was almost beginning to like it.

I got back to worshipping, working my way up her legs, planting kisses along her soft beautiful flesh as I rose. It didn’t take long for me to reach her thighs, quickly approaching the other woman’s quim, savoring the taste of her flesh in my mouth, earning my way to her cunt.

I got my first sniff of her scent, and I grew hungry, like a wild dog in heat, ready to devour her.

Candace too grew hungry, ready to fuck me to death, excitement boiling hotter with every moment. Aching with lust and desire, she dropped her bathrobe onto the bed behind her, unveiling her naked body to me for the first time.

“There’s no point in dragging this out then, you’ve waited this long… Show me what you can do~”

Oh My Goddess~

Candace didn’t have a cunt for me to suck, or a slit for me to shove my tongue into.

Candace had a penis.

I had dreamed of this. I had hoped and I had prayed. Every single sign seemingly pointed to it but I couldn’t believe it until I saw it, and it looked perfect. Candace was transgender.

Of course she was transgender. That’s why she always hid her body from me. That’s why she wouldn’t swim naked. That’s why the child in the portrait with her mother looked like a boy, even though it only made sense for it to be her.

That’s why she had gotten all of her surgeries. That’s why she was so obsessed with her appearance. That’s why she couldn’t stand being compared to her father, she wasn’t her father’s son, she couldn’t live with being called that.

That’s why she was so relieved when I’d gotten my period. That’s why they had rescheduled the surgery. That’s why she had me spayed in the first place, so that she could have me and never have to worry about getting me pregnant.

That’s why she waited so long for this. But she didn’t need to wait anymore. She wanted me, and she was going to get me.

I stared at it for a good few moments before lifting my gaze up to meet hers, with a fierce softness in my eyes to let her know that I was still willing and eager. I was still there and I was still hers.

And then I opened my mouth~

There were no words that needed to be said, nothing was going to be coming out of my mouth, her cock was going in.

She was going to let me do my best, to pleasure her as best as I could. But I knew that sooner or later she was going to take control, and I was going to be at her mercy.

Before I could even start however, Candace placed one hand on the back of my head. She ran her fingers through my hair, but other than that she just kept it there. She didn’t take control, she was just making sure that I knew who was in charge. Candace was in charge.

Gods, please fuck me to death… I can’t take this anymore…

I didn’t need any help, I had sucked cock before, but I had almost always done it from a more dominant position. I did it because I craved it, not because I wanted to pleasure my partner. But now the opposite was true, Candace’s pleasure was first and foremost in my brain. I may have been feisty and violent in demanding sex from her, but I was doing this for her. I was here to serve her.

I started at the head of her cock, wrapping one of my hands around the length of her shaft as I gently placed a small cluster of kisses on the very tip of her member. I looked up at her, trying to scan her expression for insight, but she just shook her head at me. She seemed very lightly stimulated by the act, but she was little more than amused, and I could begin to feel her tightening her grip on my skull.

No time to savor the taste of my conqueror. I opened my mouth wide enough to fit the entire length of her member into my mouth, and then I went down, slowly sliding my head onto her quickly hardening cock. That did it.

Candace grunted, loosening her grip slightly and letting me continue on my own for now, watching me with an intensity that let me know that if I even stopped for breath, I’d likely find myself being choked.

I can work with this. Breathe through my nose, and don’t stop. Slowly I brought myself all the way to the base of her cock and then just as slowly I pulled back. I needed to get a feel for how deep her cock would be going before I tried to do anything fancy. I have to know what I’m working with.

I had been with only a few different sexual partners, but the number wasn’t important, my strong suit was knowing what my partner liked, and working at getting them to cum as quick and as hard as possible. Before I could truly pleasure Candace I needed to know what she liked, I needed to know what she wanted… and Candace wanted me down on her cock.

She slammed my head back down on her cock, throwing my whole rhythm off as I gagged. Choking, I tried to pull my head off of her and catch my breath, but as soon as I tried to do that she caught the back of my head again and slammed my waiting mouth back onto her.

“Mmmmnghh!!!” I sputtered and coughed, her cock still in my mouth. I could feel my eyes watering from the very sudden pain. Calm down, she’s just screwing with you, keep going.

I slowly pulled myself from the base of her cock, but not wanting to get my throat slammed onto her member for the third time, I only made it about halfway up her shaft before I voluntarily put myself back down, feeling the now lubricated head of her cock pushing into my throat as I slid myself down. She wants her head inside of me, got it.

I was still going for my usual tactic, trying to get her to orgasm as soon as I could, even and especially if it meant her spraying hot cum down my throat. But Candace had other plans.

I reeled, feeling her slam her entire foot down on one of my ankles, making me buckle and wobble. I lost my balance for only a split second, but that was enough for her to slam my waiting head back down to the base of her penis and hold it there.

She was breathing heavily, almost growling under her breath, eyes hungry with desire and anticipation. She violently yanked my head from her member, holding me by my hair and forcing me off of my knees to look at her.

It didn’t take me very long to realize what was going to happen next. She placed both of her hands on the back of my head, pressing her feet down onto the back of my shins and flattening them to the ground. Her hips didn’t need to buck or thrust, she had full control of my head, and she was going to make sure that I did all of the work.

“Hgghhk!!” I choked, feeling her shaft slide through my mouth, silencing any of my thoughts. She had control now, and it was my job to relent it to her, regardless of how fiercely I wanted to be in control of how this went.

Slam. She was exponentially more forceful in her desires than I had been. It was a sensitive thing, intimate but gentle. This was anything but gentle, this was hell.

I could feel my legs being crushed beneath her feet, my knees digging into the carpeted floor beneath me while I struggled. She had a complete vice grip on my head, and she was slamming my head down onto the base of my cock at every opportunity she had.

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.

I placed my palms on the inside of her thighs and pushed, trying to leverage myself off of her cock so that I could breathe.

She growled. Candace did not want to let her hot-headed little sextoy off of her cock, no matter what. But even as she growled I couldn’t find the ability to submit to her, I needed off and I needed off now. Just for a second, just for a moment, I just need to breathe.

I shoved myself off of her cock with all of the force I could muster, coughing and sputtering as I gagged, desperate for air.

Smack!!!
She pummeled the air out of my lungs before it even entered, slamming the back of her hand into my head and sending me soaring into the floor below.

I could feel her standing over me. “I- I- I just need a Ghhckkk!!!” She shoved an entire handful of fingers into my mouth, yanking me off of the floor by my jaw. I wanted to fight, I wanted to bite, but I knew I couldn’t. My head was going right back onto that cock whether I liked it or not.

Candace may have had a cock, but she had sex like no man. She was a woman, she was a Goddess, and I was going to pleasure her, not the other way around.

Her fingers came out, her cock went in, but this time rather than slamming my head back down on her, she slowly eased me back on, allowing me time to readjust and breathe through my nose. How merciful…

“Mmhhmmmghmmph…” In her hands, I had zero control. I was never powerless, I was always in control, it made me feel tough even when my mouth was stuffed full with the length of my partner’s penis. But Candace had taken even that away from me. I was submissive, I was her cocksleeve, I was her toy.

It almost felt freeing, she was making good on her promise to take what she wanted from me. I had wanted to go down screaming, but even after all of that, I hadn’t expected to have this shred of dignity taken from me. My mastery over cock was being shoved aside in favor of turning me into a sextoy, a doll.

She knew what she wanted and she went for it, continuing to skullfuck me until I could feel her beginning to cum down my throat, but it didn’t end there.

I knew that one measly little orgasm wasn’t going to be enough for her, this little cock sucking session was hardly worthy of being called our warmup.

“Pathetic.” Candace sighed, slowly prying my head from her still swollen member, looking me dead in the eyes to make sure that I knew I wasn’t off the hook yet, not even close. “I’ve gotten better from Elizabeth, and her head wasn’t even in it… I hope you aren’t holding back on me.”

I snarled. How dare she insult me, it wasn’t my fault that she didn’t even let me do my work. I wanted to shout at her, but luckily for me I found myself very quickly being shoved back down, once again choking on the length of Candace’s penis.

Candace’s cock was unlike any other cock I had handled before, there wasn’t much testosterone flowing through her gorgeous body, just a lot of estrogen, and that meant her cock worked differently. Sex worked differently for her. I couldn’t quite figure it out, it was foreign to me, even more foreign to me than the vagina. I could work a quim, I had been doing so to myself for years. But my master’s thick throbbing member wasn’t quite either thing. It was something new, and like her, it was hungry.

Focus Chloe… Pleasure her… Pleasure her…

I was on my knees before her, and I was going to pleasure her even if it killed me, which part of me wished it would. I glanced up at her gorgeous body from below, trying to reposition myself. From between them, I put my arms under her knees and grabbed both of her thighs from the outside, gently squeezing them. One of her legs twitched. Got you…

Her thighs were sensitive, twitching ever so slightly at every squeeze. I slid my hands up towards her hips, feeling her hips start to twitch ever so slightly as she continued to use my mouth as a cocksleeve. My head might have been the only thing moving, but she was doing all of the work by controlling me.

I seized control back from her, feeling her tighten her grip in my hair as I began to bob my head on her swollen member, quickening my pace as she slowly released control of my head back to me, letting me control the pace at which I sucked her cock. Sensitive all over, huh?

That was going to be my win condition, everywhere was an erogenous zone for her.

“Ah!!” I could barely hear it through the sounds of sucking her cock, but she moaned. “You brat.”

No holding back, she wanted it intense straight out of the gate. She had entertained my little warm up show before the first orgasm, but seized control of it in an instant as soon as she’d grown impatient. But I could match her needs, I could go this fast all on my own. I could make Candace do a lot more than just moan, even without her help. Who’s pathetic now?

She bucked , sending her cock slamming down my throat, and in an instant my face was pressed against her hips. Her cock was somehow still working its way to fully erect, even after the first orgasm. I was beginning to grasp the full extent of what it was I was dealing with, the sweet treat sliding it’s way down my throat was a lot bigger than I had expected it to be when I first laid eyes on it. It helped her hide the not so little secret tucked between her legs. Candace’s was the type that started small and grew into a monster when it got hungry enough. My favorite~

I’d done this before, and a single buck of the hips wasn’t enough to throw me off when my head was in the game, and I was really getting into it. Her cock wasn’t the only hungry monster in the room. But it didn’t stop at one buck, it was like every few moments she failed to hold herself back, either bucking her hips to drive her shaft further into my mouth, or letting out a soft moan that could only mean that she was enjoying herself. Check. Your turn St. Clair.

She had forced herself to grind out an orgasm into my mouth for an easy victory during round one, and Candace wasn’t giving up round two so easily. There was a very subtle shift occurring, and spraying hot semen down my throat now would mean giving me a win. This wasn’t just sex, this was a competition, a game. A game that both of us were determined not to lose.

Don’t lose this time. I had told her, but I wasn’t about to swallow my pride just to make room in my mouth for an enemy’s cock. We may not have been on equal footing, but we were on the same frequency. We were bitter rivals locked in on each other’s eyes, tuned into the other’s tactics. I was not about to lose, even if winning killed me.

She thrusted her cock down my skull, slamming my head down on her cock once again and throatfucking me. It was a predictable move, but just because I was expecting it didn’t mean that I was prepared to be able to take it. Her cock was a lot bigger than my mouth, and she liked it deep. As deep as it could go.

I choked, the air I needed to breathe being coughed out of me. She craved an orgasm, and she was hungry for it now. We were both hungry for Candace to pump cum down my throat, and we were both already dripping.

Squeezing her thighs as hard as I could, the kind of restraint it took to keep myself anchored in place was enormous. Not only because of the sheer force of Candace spearing herself as far down my mouth as she could, but also because of the raw primal desire demanding that I retreat and finger myself just as forcefully. But there was no retreat for me, Candace had a hold of my head and a single thrust wasn’t enough for her.

I endured the first powerful buck of her hips as she shoved her penis as far in as she could, but Candace was now doing it relentlessly. I couldn’t breathe, but who cared about breathing, I just wanting to fall back and fuck myself with my own hands.

This wasn’t just the excitement of having my partner’s cock right where I wanted it, this was the excitement of being forcefully overtaken by an extremely powerful woman. I had demanded that she take what she wanted from me, and I was not disappointed.

I couldn’t lose this round to her, not after coming this far. But I wasn’t going to be able to remain conscious if I couldn’t bring her to orgasm soon.

Quickly losing ground as she continued to pound my throat with her cock, I made one final perfectly timed move, shoving myself as hard as I could down the length of her shaft, practically swallowing the head of her member.

“Mmmph!!” Her floodgates broke, and I could hear a blissful moan escape from her now wide open mouth as she hit her second orgasm in my mouth.

She had stamina, and her orgasms were intense, I knew what to do from here, watching her buck her hips as she began to cum, slowly sliding back up her shaft just in time to get the sweet taste of her cum in my mouth before she sprayed it all down my throat where I couldn’t get to it.

I held myself there, having regained control as she rode out her orgasm in my mouth, waiting for her to finish before I pulled off to breathe.

Phhhfft. I spat. Making a calculated swerve to quickly pull myself off of her cock and swinging myself to the waste basket next to her bedside table. Spitting every last drop of her liquidy semen back out before it could be swallowed, just in time to prevent myself from gagging and spitting everything else back up to… Then I did something stupid.

“That’s 1-1, I win this round.”

She did not at all appreciate hearing those words coming out of my mouth, and that alone was going to cost me the next round of this demented game we were playing. I could see it in her eyes, she was about to destroy me, and I didn’t have the energy to fight back. Fuck.

Candace was able to regain her breath long before I was able to, and I quickly regretted bragging about my victory as I felt her curl her fist in my hair, and yank me up off of my knees with just one hand.

She was bigger, taller, and stronger than I was. She had no problem swinging me into the air and slamming me down onto the bed. My conqueror bent me over the side of the bed, burying my head in the sheets below. My ass may have been in the air and facing her, but I wasn’t about to get spanked. No.

Even after a second orgasm, she had the stamina to keep going, and the desire to break me had only been reignited hearing the words coming out of my mouth, watching me disrespect her by spitting her cum back out without swallowing it.

I could not go another round like that, I needed to breathe, and even worse, my quim was aching to be spearheaded by that delicious cock. Master’s cock. I was dripping onto her sheets just lying there, I needed her to split me in half.

I didn’t want to give, I didn’t want to lose another round to her. This was how it went that night too, during the world championship.

Sophia. Candace. Sophia. Candace. Sophia. Before I finally denied her the chance of even facing off for the title in one final round, winning it all in round six.
Except this time it was reversed. Candace then Chloe, and she was about to win another one. There must have been some way to stop it, if I could just orgasm on my own terms before she got to me, I could still turn this around. But I was tired, and I was overpowered.

And I wanted this.

“Aaahhhmmmmmmmmph!!!” What came out of my mouth barely counted as a moan, it was more like a pained squeal of pleasure as she shoved her cock up my slit.

Pop . It slid in easily, in just an instant she had her cock right where she wanted it, as deep as it could go, and my sopping wet slit just let her.

I was a sex slave, I wasn’t trying to dominate her, I was here to serve, and the only way to win was to serve on my own terms. But Candace was already inside of me now, and there was nothing I could do to stop her from fucking my brains out, splayed on the bed in front of her.

I was never trying to top her, but the cruel reality hit me in waves as she gripped my wrists, pulling my shoulders back and arching my back for me, pounding my waiting pussy to pieces as she bucked her hip, thrusting her member into me.

It was mortifying, the bitter cruel reality hitting me harder than she ever had.

I was the bottom, and I liked it.

I had hoped, I had prayed that the wetness between my legs had come from the fact that she had a cock, but no. From how easily my slit gave way to Candace’s desires, I could tell that it was because I wanted to be dominated.

Take it from me. I had said, because I really did want her to break me, body and spirit, and here I was getting exactly what I asked for.

There was no resistance, there was no fight, there was just eager submission, hungry submission. My body bent to her will, and I squealed, loudly. Thrumming as I came, being brought to a quick and merciless orgasm as my vagina contracted on her swollen cock.

“2-1.” She growled into my ear, climbing on top of me. “Don’t push your luck, brat.”

She was playing this game too, and she was just as hungry to win as I was. There should have been no way for me to win this game, I was on the bottom no matter what. But it wasn’t about who was on top, it was about walking away with my dignity intact. I was gonna be the best god damn sex slave on the planet, and she was going to like it.

I was quickly losing steam, she bent me over and split me in half in less than a minute, and as soon as she realized that being submissive was beginning to get to me, I was doomed to fail.

I had to pleasure her, to bring her to her third orgasm without letting her know that I was aching to bend over and take her full force all over again.

She dropped my arms, giving me a few moments to recover as she repositioned herself, pulling out and climbing on the bed next to me.

She was an undisputed Goddess, an idol. I’d never seen a woman so drop dead gorgeous, even in porn, and she was powerful to boot. But she had a weakness.

No longer a lap dog, I pounced, closing in on her like a wolf before she had time to react. I shouldn’t have recovered so quickly, but in moments I had her on her back beneath me for the first time, gazing down into her eyes.

She had that same look on her face as that night when I attacked, that terrified expression of a girl who was about to die. For a moment I could see that horror in her eyes, wondering if this was the moment she died.

It was inhuman how fast I jumped on the opportunity, the margin for error had been so unbelievably miniscule, and I wasn’t even sure if I was done with my orgasm, but the adrenaline hit me. She was about to get rocked, this was how I did things, this was how I stayed on top. She was bigger, stronger, and more resilient than I was, if I didn’t strike soon, she wouldn’t stay down for long. If given the space and just a few moments of time, she could have me flipped onto my back and begging for another release. But with a little bit of leverage and a lot of know how, I could keep her down.

She had tits, nice round ones, plump and soft, and she was sensitive everywhere. I saw the same anger in her eyes as that night too, but even that was quickly torn from her.

I placed my hands on her plush breasts and squeezed. It was the last thing she had expected, knowing how head over heels I would fall for her monstrous member. But I was a proud lesbian, and I was hungry for all of her, not just what she had hidden between her legs.

“You little-” I placed a hand over her mouth to silence her, watching the fear getting put back in her eyes. This was about more than pleasuring her, I needed to win, and if that meant topping Candace, then that’s what was going to happen.

She watched me with an intensity in her eyes as I slid my hands down her sides, watching her squirm at my touch. She was sensitive alright. Now I would get to experience her cock from a much more dignified position, on top.

I slid my still twitching pussy back down onto her member, watching her writhe under me. Her cock was still aching for release, she had gotten a taste of my wet slit and she wanted more, which meant she wasn’t about to argue about me voluntarily sliding myself onto her.

I bounced, watching Candace tilt her head back as I went up and down on her cock with another one of my holes. Something told me that she was begrudgingly enjoying being able to just lie on her back and have someone do the work of bringing out her climax for her. She was living for this.

I was physically on top, but I was still servicing her, there was an important distinction between what I was doing and actual topping. I wasn’t in charge here, I wasn’t issuing orders, I wasn’t even in control of what she was doing, I was just pleasuring her. But from here I had the high ground, I was once again winning.

But I knew I couldn’t last very long either. Every moment brought me closer and closer to my own orgasm, and if I wasn’t careful I’d end up on my belly before I’d even brought Candace to a finish.

I could feel the collar around my neck reminding me of the grim reality I was trapped in. Once tonight was over, Candace would once again be in full control, anything and everything I did to her now was sure to get me punished, and that made my slit wet with excitement.

Gods, I wasn’t doing this because I wanted to be on top. I was aching to be punished, to be put back in my place where I belong. The idea was unthinkable to me, how could I endure so much pain but still crave more. How could I put up with all of the shame and humiliation but continue to snarl at her for more.

I really was a brat, and I didn’t even realize it.

Is that why I want to win? Because I want to be punished?

Candace was growing tired, but I could tell she had a lot of fight left in her, more than she ought to have. Despite that, I had clearly won this round, she had gritted her teeth and lied back, letting me slowly but surely bring her to her third orgasm of the night.

Don’t push my luck . She said, but I did more than just push my luck, I had overstepped my boundary, overplayed my hand. She was going to come back after this, and she was going to come back with a fiery vengeance. But for now she would entertain my little show, admiring as her sex slave eagerly bounced on her swollen cock. There would be no mistake, I was here to serve her, not the other way around, but I had achieved another small victory over her.

She came, and she came hard, just like her last orgasm. She had a seeming abundance of semen to pump into me, especially for a woman who had already done so twice tonight. But as she did so, I could see that usual eager smirk on her beautiful painted lips. She had something up her sleeve, and whatever it was, I was sure that I wasn’t going to like it. Or maybe I was?

“Having fun there, Chloe?” She was just watching me with a hungry smile.

Fuck. Don’t look at me!! I couldn’t stop myself, I knew she had already finished her orgasm, but I was still bouncing. I couldn’t stop. I was so desperate.

“Get off of me, slave.”

Like a dog, my ears twitched at the word. Slave . And like a dog, but even more so like a slave, my first instinct was to do just that. Do as she said, and get off. But I couldn’t, I was so close, I just needed a little bit more. Just a little bit more…

“Risky little move you made there, but it means nothing.” She was still regaining her breath as she spoke. I watched her lift her hand, flinching away from it, clenching my eyes closed as I felt her very gently slip her fingers beneath my collar. “Because I have you, right here.”

She curled her hands around the front of my collar. I gasped as I felt her slowly lift me off of her cock by the metal band around my neck, whimpering as I continued to drip onto her waist, my hips still bucking rhythmically, desperately wanting back on.

She was so much stronger than I was physically, but also mentally. I was weak and needy, and I couldn’t possibly overpower her even if I tried, and I didn’t even try.

Candace was in control, and my body didn’t even put up a fight as she forced me off of her against my will. I was aching for punishment, and she knew.

Don’t let her win. Don’t let her break you. Don’t let her-

“Aaaaaughh!!!” I gasped loudly as she pressed two of her fingers into my eagerly waiting quim. I curled my hands into fists as if I wanted to hit her, but I didn’t have control over my body. I was her puppet, my aching slit squeezing around her fingers.

She sat up, tilting me onto my back, setting my head at the edge of the bed, only just barely managing to stay on the mattress.

“Mmmm…. Aaaaahh!! Ahh!!” I moaned, feeling her rub my clitoris with her thumb, gently scratching at it with her painted nails.

“And here I thought you were just difficult~”

“Aaaaaahh!!! Mmmphhhh… Aaaughhh!!” I squealed again, feeling her curl her fingers slightly, pressing them even further inside of me.

“You’re not really that difficult to tame after all, are you?” She twisted her fingers inside of me, sending a torrent of pain through my body. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Aughh!! N-no!!!!”

I flinched as I saw her hand, blinding myself just in time to feel her smack me across my face.

“I can see your true colors now, Chloe. You can’t hide it from me…” I gasped under my breath as I felt her open my mouth, parting my lips as she slipped her other hand into my mouth, holding me there like a pig on a spit, about to be roasted. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you desperately fucking yourself on my gorgeous little lady cock, girl. You can even control yourself… I can feel just how wet this is making you.”

Like a pig, I squealed in her hand, the fingers of one of her hands deep in my mouth while she twisted the fingers of her other hand in my quim, crushing my clitoris beneath her thumb. She was right, I could feel just how quickly I was dripping into her hands, desperate for her to mercilessly fingerfuck me right then and there.

Instead, she pulled her hand from my slit. I whimpered in embarrassment through my closed lips as I felt my hips buck at the absence, chasing after the feeling over her claws inside of me.

“If you want it… then be a good girl, and earn it~” She adjusted me slightly, climbing to the floor and standing over me as she pulled me towards her, tilting my head back over the side of the bed. She tilted my head back to look up at her, her fingers still in my mouth as my head hung there, almost upside down.

“Mmmph…. Nh…” I felt my hands darting between my legs, desperate to bring myself to release before I came down from the edge.

“Gaaaghckk!!!” She shoved her fingers down my throat, growling at me as she threatened to drive her entire fist down my throat.

I grasped at her hand, trying to pull it out of my mouth before I spat up and vomited all over her, but she didn’t relent. Instead she forcefully grabbed ahold of my right hand with hers, very nearly pulling it from its socket. “Heel.”

My fingers trembled, my left hand curled around hers, desperately wanting to pull her fist out from between my teeth. I gave, letting go of her hand and curling both of mine into fists.

I very nearly vomited all over her as she pulled her hand from my mouth, looking down at me as I spat and coughed, sputtering desperately for breath.

She clasped her left hand around mine, holding both of my arms at my wrists and digging her fingernails into my flesh, tearing at the nerves by my hands. In a desperate attempt to keep myself from lashing at her, I dug my fingernails into the skin of my palms.

“You had better get that gag reflex under control, and fast. If you vomit on me, I will make sure you never breathe again.” Candace had the stamina of a goddess. She stood over me, her gorgeous member still aching and mostly erect even after three orgasms. “And this time… You’ll swallow.”

My eyes grew wide with fear and terror, and suddenly I knew exactly how Candace felt that night, glaring up at me wielding a knife at her. But instead of a knife, Candace just had her cock, and she knew exactly how to use it.

She slid herself back down my throat, using my face as a cocksleeve as she put the head of her penis as deep as she could, right where she liked it, before proceeding to skullfuck me into submission.

It was a rough and merciless beating, I could feel myself fading in and out of consciousness as I struggled to breathe. This facefucking was far more raw and painful than the first two, and it lasted what could have only possibly been four times as long. This was Candace’s fourth orgasm of the night, and even she wasn’t sure that she could bring herself to cum into my mouth once more.

But I could feel her getting there. She squeezed my wrists, cutting off blood flow to my hands to keep blood pumping where she needed it to be, mercilessly forcing me to stay conscious and endure my torment.

Candace did all of the work, bucking her hips into my face, and it was her most well earned orgasm to date, pumping and equally brutal pool of cum into my mouth as the fucking itself.

I knew if I tried to spit it out, I’d hurl, and Candace wasn’t going to let that happen, even as she pulled herself from my mouth, glaring down at me with an angry passion in her eyes. “Now swallow.”

I stared up into the beautiful yet unrelenting ocean that was her eyes, feeling the painful tears in the corners of my own as I kept my gaze locked onto hers.

Then I swallowed.

“Show me.” She eased her grip on my wrists, speaking calmly and confidently as she looked down at me to make sure I had swallowed every last drop of her semen.

Still upturned over the edge of her mattress, I opened my mouth as wide as I could possibly open it after a ferocious throat fucking like I had just endured, my tongue hanging out of my mouth to prove to her that I had in fact done as she had ordered. I swallowed it all, just like I was told.

“Good.” In one quick but rather ungraceful maneuver, she hoisted me up and swiveled me in place before dropping me back down on the bed, no longer leaving me dangling over the abyss below. My arms now lying beside my head, completely unfeeling and unmoving, leaving me helplessly unable to touch myself, no matter how hard I tried.

“Please…” My aching pussy had been given enough time to come back down from the edge of orgasm, but it hadn’t forgotten what it wanted. It was still hungry and desperate for release, and having her relentlessly pound my throat with her swollen cock hadn’t helped.

My quim had never been this wet before. Those last few minutes of getting my brain fucked out by my conqueror had left me more desperate for release than I had ever been in my entire life.

There was no one in the world who could get me this hot and excited, except for Candace St. Clair.

“Please… I’m begging you...”

“Well isn’t this familiar, Chloe… Looks like the score is 3-2, huh?” She climbed onto the bed in front of me, sitting at my feet and spreading my legs with her hands. “And guess who’s winning this time~”

I bit my lip, desperate moans quietly slipping through my clenched teeth. “I don’t want to play anymore-”

“I don’t care what you want, I want to win.” She squeezed my own sensitive thighs with her hands, watching me arch my back. “What do you think? Do you have it in you to bring this to a final round face off, or should I end it here, hmm?”

She was already rubbing in her victory, wanting to close this little game we were playing by shutting me out before a seventh round, 4-2, just like I had beaten her on the world stage.

I wanted- needed more than anything to feel that final desperate release in her hands. But I had a little bit of fight in me, yet as soon as I thought that maybe I could keep going, maybe I could bring the score to 3-3 so that we could end this competition on equal terms, I made the mistake of opening my nearly crying eyes.

My eyes grew wide with shame and shock as soon as I spotted what was in her hands. “That’s cheating…”

The cold steel of the metal shackle around my neck stung, I could almost imagine the sensation of my collar vibrating against the skin of my now cum plastered throat. Feeling the breath escape from my lungs and through my lips as I watched her tease me, slowly circling her thumb around the button. The clicker.

“That’s not fair…”

“All is fair in love and war, doll~” She slid her right hand up my thigh, holding her fingers a microscopic length away from my desperately begging labia. “And what is this, Chloe… love or war?”

“Love…” I pinched my eyes closed once again, feeling just a couple tears slide down my temples as I laid my head back down on the pillow. “This is love… Master…”

“Any last words before you lose, Chloe~?” She slowly pushed her fingers past my twitching labia, watching me squirm happily on the bed before her.

“I forfeit…”

I would have tried to stop myself, I could have tried to keep a semblance of composure, but I didn’t care. Right now, more than anything else in the world, this was exactly what I wanted.

“So be it~” She forcefully pushed her fingers back inside of me, pressing them into her favorite spot, as deep as she could go, beginning to pump my slit with one hand.

“Mmmmm…. Ohhhh... Aaaahhhhh~!!!” I gasped quietly, then moaned. I knew all along that no one could hear me but her, but I didn’t even want to offer her the satisfaction of hearing my moans.

But as she fingered me, I squealed, and I squealed like a pig. Not because I couldn’t stop myself. Not because I no longer cared. But because I wanted this. I wanted her to hear me moan.

I had offered her the chance to take her revenge, challenged her to do so. I had begged her to fight me, thinking that just maybe I could come out on top, just like last time. But I lost, and now all I wanted was to moan for her. She earned it, she won it, and I was going to give it to her.

Once upon a time I defeated and humiliated her in front of the world, and I had demanded that she do the same to me. I wanted this, not only for her, but for myself. I needed it, I craved it.

I wanted to offer her the satisfaction of beating and humiliating me, and I was going to know what it felt like to truly and finally be defeated and humiliated by her, and I was going to love it.

She really was a goddess, My goddess. This morning she was a demon, but all of a sudden, she was my everything, she was my world. Her fingers felt like magic inside of me, gracefully and generously bringing me to the edge of orgasm, giving me the privilege and honor of getting to cum in her hand, allowing me the gift of pleasure at her touch.

Click!!

I could hear the sound of the clicker as I felt myself finally being pushed over the edge, the collar around my neck vibrated against my skin as I came.

The pleasure and pain was indescribable, and as I rode out the single greatest orgasm I had experienced in my entire life, I could feel everything leaving me.

I screamed and I moaned, my voice echoing back at me to make sure that I knew exactly what sound I was making.

The feeling of pleasure drowned out absolutely everything else, and once it was all over, I cried, loudly and shamelessly, feeling tears pouring out of my eyes and onto the pillow beneath me.

I expected something from her, to have her slap me back to my senses, to choke me out and silence my painful sobs, to knock me unconscious just to make it stop, to mock me for my weakness, to keep her promise to make sure that tonight killed me.

She leaned her back against the wall behind her, very gently lifting me from the sobbing mess I had melted into and sitting me up, gently pulling me into her lap. Then she held me there, silently and wordlessly wrapping one arm around me and holding me close. She let the warmth of her body pressed against mine do all of the talking for her.

With a fierce softness in her touch, Candace embraced me, letting me know that she had me. She was still there, and she was still mine.

I had changed, and so had she. From just her touch alone I could feel that she was just as much mine as I was hers, and I never wanted that feeling to go away~

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She very gently shook me awake.

I had cried myself to sleep. My body trembled as I struggled to come to my senses, my heart pounding and my head aching, the corner of my eyes still wet with tears.

She gently patted my lower back, having me sit up to face her. She had slipped away from my still naked body as I slept. She had tucked her little secret away back between her thighs and gotten dressed, but I could tell from the way she smelled that she hadn’t done so until after she had taken another shower.

We had played a game that only the two of us could understand, and though in the end I had lost, I felt something deeper between the two of us, something genuine and good.

The victory itself had also been a hard fought battle for Candace, enough to prompt her to take the second shower of the day, and I could see that she was now gesturing for me to do the same.

She wordlessly led me to her closet and helped me into my small personal bathroom, and I took my shower as normal, but this time the water was warm, just like her touch. It was enough to bring me to tears again. She couldn’t hear it, or maybe she could, but regardless of which I sobbed to myself again as I cleaned off, before drying off and making myself presentable, slipping on whatever clothes she had left for me to wear, like I always did.

It was a gorgeous lace nightgown, one of hers. Baby blue, with a faded array of red stains around the bust, the very same. Not even a professional could manage to remove the bloodstains I had caused.

I exited back out of the bathroom, stepping into the slightly larger space. The door to my cell was closed, but the closet door wasn’t. As I headed back into the master bedroom, I turned my head to the bed, looking for Candace, but she wasn’t there. The bed was now empty, devoid of even bedsheets. She was seated in one of the couches by her glass table, waiting for me to return.

"4-2, I won~" My voice was weak and unsure of itself, but Candace spoke first, elegantly and confidently, looking up at me and gesturing back to the closet where I had just come from. “Go make the bed, sweetie.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I sighed to myself as I turned and headed back to the closet, grabbing a spare set of bedsheets to make Candace’s bed with, something I had experience with doing many times before. My heart was aching with anticipation for what would happen next as I finished doing as I was told.

“Good girl.” She stood up, turning off the monitor mounted on the wall monitor and walking over to me. I wasn’t sure what sort of mood I should have expected her to be in, but she smiled, slipping a few of her fingers beneath my irremovable metal collar. She gently tugged on it, not trying to hurt me, just trying to reassert her dominance over me. “Mine.”

I could feel my cheeks burning, presumably turning a deep pink even if I couldn’t see them, my heart skipping just a single beat as the butterflies in my stomach began to disperse. “Yours…”

Her expression only grew happier seeing me blush. “Come on, get in. Let’s go to bed.~”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I didn’t need any more than just that to do as I was told, climbing onto the mattress and setting myself on top of the blankets between her and the wall, watching her climb in after me.

Both her bracelet and the clicker were set down on the bedside table next to us, but I wasn’t going to touch them, I didn’t want to ruin whatever it was that I felt between us now.

She lifted the blankets, letting me slide in under them next to her, before picking up her bracelet and manually turning off the lights. She lifted it in the palm of her hand, showing it to me. “You don’t touch this, okay?”

“I wasn’t going to, Ma’am.” I swallowed nervously, watching her set in back down on the bedside table. “I promise…”

“Good… and the clicker is off limits too.” She turned to me, pressing one hand against my face and gently rubbing my cheek. “You got eight today, but don’t expect me to be so generous anymore, I expect my little brat to be on her best behavior tomorrow, no pulling anything like you pulled today, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll do my best.” She ordered me not to touch either device, and I was going to listen. There wasn’t much I could do after a night of being so thoroughly defeated and humiliated like I had been. “...you’re not upset at me, are you?”

“No, sweetie. I think you know your place now~” She smiled and shook her head, tilting mine ever so slightly as she brought my lips to hers, embracing me with a loving kiss goodnight. “You misbehaved and got punished for it, and now we’ve moved on. No more being upset, no need to hurt you anymore, okay… You did what you did and you learned from your mistake, haven’t you?”

“I have.” I licked my lips, savoring the sweet scent and taste of her breath on my skin. “I promise, Master~”

She giggled ever so slightly at me. “That one’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

I paused, turning pink again. “My favorite what, Master?”

“You’re favorite thing to call me, darling.” She sighed, laying down on her back. “Master~”

“I suppose it is…” I found myself laying right next to her, my body in her arms, head pressed against her chest. “Master~”

“Anything you want to say before you go to bed, Chloe?” She gently wrapped her arm around me. “You can wait until tomorrow morning to try and recite those guidelines if you’d like, I won’t mind.”

I stopped, knowing that I just wanted to lay down and go to sleep, but feeling myself suddenly obligated to try. “I don’t remember them, but I can attempt, Master.”

I waited for her to nod at me to start before I began. “Know my place. Know my master. Show respect. Strive for perfection. Act out of love. Do as I’m told. Don’t fight back… Be vulnerable. Be adaptable… and… Identify with my master?”

“Good girl~” The room was dark, but I could see her smile. “They’re a little out of order, but they’re all there… except I’m gonna need more than just the titles from you, starting tomorrow I’m gonna need you to memorize every single word, okay?”

I closed my eyes and nuzzled into her chest, nodding my head. I didn’t have the energy to argue, and I knew it wouldn’t do me any good regardless. She was my master, and I needed to do what she said.

“Goodnight, Chloe~”

“Goodnight, Master…”