Page 27 of A Kingdom of Pleasure and Torment

“Why is it sad, Guardian?” I ask, breathless with need.

“Because it thinks you don’t like it, of course.” He sounds teasingly sympathetic to the monstrosity he’s created. “You’re not having any fun.”

“I’m sorry, Guardian.” It’s becoming more difficult to concentrate on anything but his too-gentle touch on my clit.

“It’s so good at fucking, and you don’t appreciate it.” He clucks his tongue. “It will have to work harder, I think, to win your affection.”

The cock in my ass tugs backward, as if to withdraw its huge knot, and my eyes widen. To my relief, it does not. It does, however begin to pump in short, stabbing thrusts that take my breath away on a fresh wave of pain. But I’m so close to my climax, it can’t distract me. My toes curl, joints popping. Almost there... almost...

The phallus in my cunt has completely buried itself once more. This time, when it begins to withdraw, it goes a bit faster, then strokes forward faster, as if it’s building toward something.

I’m building, too, toward a release I desperately crave, hoping it will drive away my body’s memory of all I’ve endured so far. Luthian’s fingers circle and circle, until—

“Come,” he commands, but pulls his fingers away before I do.

“No!” I scream in desperation, my climax bursting and fading without stimulation. It’s gone, escaped me, stranded me in nothing but my stubbornly lingering pain.

His hand, which has just brought me so much pleasure, lashes out with a stinging slap across my face. “That is twice now. A third time, and I’ll grant your wish.”

And I’ll lose all of mine, I realize. “I’m sorry, Guardian!”

“What are you sorry for?” he demands.

“For...” It’s becoming difficult to speak; the vine in my cunt is going faster now, the one in my ass is jerking forward and back rapidly. “I’m sorry for my greed, Guardian.”

Another climax explodes through me in a shower of white-cold sparks that fizzle up my back and down my legs, making me shiver with the pleasure.

“What else?” he demands.

My mouth hangs slack, frozen in my wordless cry. I fight to continue, to find a reason I should need to apologize. “For denying you, Guardian!”

Another orgasm comes on the heels of the first, before it can fade away, and I realize that it’s Luthian doing this, commanding my body to enjoy what’s happening despite the violation and pain.

“What else?”

What else, indeed? I want to scream. The vines pummel in and out, and the reflection changes back to the angle I saw before. My thighs, the surface of the vines, and of course, the phalluses gleam with the sheen of the greasy unguent mingled with my own gushing juices.

“For insulting your pet with my ungratefulness, Guardian,” I moan over the obscene squelching of my cunt.

“Very good, my honey flower. I think it’s happy now. It’s going to reward you.”

The vines supporting my back fall away, peeling off in an agony of hooked barbs leaving my skin. I’m held aloft only by their grip on my wrists and ankles, and the weight of my body drives me more fully onto the invading appendages. My voice has long since lost its capacity for screaming. A ragged sob is all I can manage.

“When it does,” Luthian goes on, “You’ll be incapacitated for quite some time. You see, werewolves and vampires have their unusual physical attributes, which are useful. But did you know that ogres have an advantage that has nothing to do with their size?”

“No, I didn’t, Guardian.” How can I still speak, impaled on this disgusting monster? How can my body still find pleasure in this depravity? But as I watch the vines do their work, I revel in how disgusting they look, how filthy and slimy. I find myself longing for it to be worse, to have a cock in my mouth, in my hands, to be suspended in a net of foul vines and disembodied phalluses that take my body over and over again.

“You’re about to discover it,” Luthian promises. “For while I used the werewolf and the vampire, they’re merely vessels for the ogre’s particular advantage. And I see that my pet is about to spend. The first time, anyway.”

The thought of the horrid creature filling me with its seed makes me gag in revulsion, but it’s too late; the vine in my ass stills, stiffens, drives impossibly deeper and wrenching newfound pain as it fills spaces it hasn’t yet touched. I feel a thick, hot squirt of something deep in me and shudder, vomit burning my throat in a warning. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it.

Don’t think about being taken by a featureless monster, an abomination.

I sob in disgust.

The phallus in my cunt thrusts with dizzing speed that rocks me in my bindings, faster and faster while I kick my legs and howl. My mind screams for help, for pity, for anything but this, to no avail. The vampire cock thrusts so deep it fully disappears into my helpless body, and bathes my core with another foul burst. A defeated, disgusted sob wrenches from me.

And then, I’m seized in pleasure so impossible that I forget to breathe. The cocks continue to discharge their fluids, and with every lurching eruption, I come again. I’m trapped in a tide of ecstasy that never recedes. It crests and deposits me onto the breaking swell of another and another, as hot, sticky cum overflows from my cunt and bathes my thighs. The bulging cock in my ass holds everything inside, though, and that’s even more intense; it’s how I know that it’s the plant’s seed that’s causing this reaction.

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