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 Slab’s Femdom AU: Compliance Assistance


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Carter, also known as the E88 cape Thane Maker, woke up once more and was greeted by the PRT’s fucking propaganda. Over top his bed literally painted into the ceiling so he couldn’t even do anything about it was a high quality image of a hot- disgusting male in drag, with breasts and a cute- gross and gay little cock making what was likely thought to be a seductive pose with a little caption beneath it: It’s Okay to be Feminine.


Carter rolled his eyes at as he got up and scratched at his face. In place of his regular mask, a pink gimp mask had been provided which was the PRT’s solution to capes keeping their secret identities, especially with the possibility of a mask falling off during sleep and other such things. Can’t let a guy keep his costume after all, there might be hidden weapons stashed somewhere on them. So naked with a collar on… and other optional bits.


“Fucking wasn’t like this last time,” Carter muttered as he looked to the stupid fucking stockings, bra and other things in the corner. The only thing he’d actually put on of that stuff over there was the hot pink panties and that was more to hide the cage that the gay bastards had stuck him in the first time he’d been captured. Absent mindedly, Carter pawed at his cage. His fingers slipping down into the panties, his hand squeezing down on the cage and gripping his balls, his only relief these days unless he wanted to schedule a meet up with his “Liaison” and let her have her merry way with him. 


He’d been tempted once or twice. Especially one time when he’d seen a girl with a thick ass who’d been walking down the street. Her hips and ass literally thicker than her shoulders and with knockers bigger than his head. While he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to try and strike up a conversation with the girl, he could fantasise... but the cage kept bugging him, squeezing down on his dick, keeping him caged, and the fucking thing pinched like a bitch sometimes! Especially when he walked with his jeans but they were also the only thing that kept his cage hidden! 


“You know if you go lower it feels better?” Carter heard and glared at the PRT officer that’d been passing by his cell. The man was in full uniform, smirking at him. Another fucking thing, the PRT goon squads are all assholes. No body fucking liked them since they were all fucking faggots that got off on doing this shit to people. Whole fucking organisation was filled with fuckers like the jackass outside his cell that would love nothing better than to rape a guy who had the unfortunate experience of fucking triggering. 


“Fuck off,” Carter said as the guy laughed before leaving. Sighing, Carter got up and grabbed the stockings from the pile. He didn’t pull them up, just put them on to act as socks. The cells didn’t exactly have heated floors and this was the best he could do. As he walked, all along the walls were various different bits of faggy sissy porn. Faggots getting fucked, faggots getting dommed. The whole nine yards because the PRT wanted every male cape for some stupid reason to be a bunch of prissy faggots while they promoted their toxic idea of what women are. Whole fucking organisation wanted a restructuring of society for mediocrity. Men being turned into defective women, ending up oppressed by female overlords who’d be pushed into becoming defective men. The only escape that the PRT could generate from their bullshit might be instead of pushing for women to become defective men, pushing women to become hot Amazonian girls like most of their capes admittedly. 


Sure he was admiring the enemy… but admittedly, they’re attractive to the male gaze. Most capes are; a little buff to their appearance they got that unfortunately male capes got as well. Sitting back on his bunk, Carter could even feel what he meant as his ass had grown since he first ended up a cape. Before he’d had less of an ass than a starving African, but now he could turn anything into a chair, his thick cushion turning every seat soft and drawing heads whenever he tried to fit into jeans.


His thick behind also drew teasing spanks from his Mom and sisters as they giggled about his ass, much to his consternation. 


As the time went on, Carter tried to pull away his hand from his crotch, but his dick kept getting hard in its cage. Despite how gay it was, admittedly the various images and propaganda the PRT liked to decorate their walls with were undeniably… attractive. Probably the top 1% of the 1% of people who got influenced into their bullshit and became sissy traps without even being capes. That or maybe these were their male capes, being shown off as a bunch of sluts being fucked or stuffing their asses with dildos. It didn’t help that so many of them ended up bimbos with fat fucking knockers and thighs bigger than their shoulders. Even the faces of some in the pictures had shifted among some of them that it even became hard to tell that they were guys up until one looked lower and discovered the cage that the bimbo sluts wore. 


A cage just like his. 


For a moment Carter wondered how may of these homos they had painted on their wall were like him? Cape boys that got fucked by whatever was transforming them. Had they chosen instead to give into the transformation by being slutty faggots and becoming bimbo whores? The PRT was fucking stupid if anyone believed their bullshit about “resisting” and that kind of stuff. If that were true then they wouldn’t push it so hard. Plus he’d seen the leaks of the kind of shit that went on in a place like this. He’d seen them and had even downloaded a few files before they got scrubbed off the internet. 


Carter continued to massage his balls, the feeling nice as usual, though not enough to do anything but further his frustration. Thinking on the guard a second, Carter bit his lip, and groaned at himself a little bit, before he reached lower. Not to his ass. He wasn’t gay, but… lower. Pushing his cage up now, Carter started to press against the place just below his balls, his palm pressing against his full sack. Despite himself trying to imagine a fat tittied girl, he couldn’t help his lustful eyes from opening, one specific tranny picture catching his eye. 


An image of a faggot mid bimbo transformation who had large breasts on his chest, a feminine face with thick thighs and a fat ass. The image of course had a black dildo in the boys butt, and a dainty feminine hand around a small uncaged cock. The caption on the image saying “It feels better with a dildo in your pussy” covered the image that Carter’s eyes were drawn to. Despite himself, despite how fucking gay it was, the image was hot, and after three months of being caged, of having his cock locked up since the start of spring, he was losing the battle. 


Unable to help himself, Carter kept pressing against his perineum, following what the PRT officer said, and “going lower” on himself. His caged cock trying to grow harder, pressing up against the confines of its entrapment. All it would do though is pull at his balls, straining them and sending pain through his lower body if he let the erection get too out of hand. 


He’d tried to masturbate like that once, but the pain had been too much.


Slowly Carter fell into a rhythm, his hand pressing up against that lower part of him, his balls getting a nice massage as he ground his ass into the bed. Slowly his breathing grew heady as he continued, his fingers slowly giving him small bits of pleasure from him pressing against his hot and hard lower bit. Despite how gay this was, Carter couldn’t stop. His arousal slowly taking over as they continued to propagandise him. If he could cum he could forget all of this, he could focus maybe and find a way out, or at least his head would be straight enough that when the E88 broke him out, he wouldn’t be a broken sissy slut. 


“Having fun Thane Maker?” Carter heard and froze, his gaze shifting over, before relaxing a bit. It was his liaison, Battery. Sighing, Carter finally managed to drag his hand away from his lower half, and he tried to ignore the pre that had started to build up on his cage. His dick dripping bit by bit after his lapse in control. Though as Carter looked at Battery, he had to bite his lip, hard, just to keep from admiring her breasts, her thighs, and how her costume left little to the imagination. She just needed a corset, platform goth heels, and a whip and she’d look like a female dom in her costume. Of course her bimbo slut of a husband was beside her as well. All suited up in his red gimp suit, his slutty body on just as much display as Battery’s was, if not perhaps more so. Carter knew that the “man” under all that latex had to be wearing a cage, probably had a toy in his ass, constantly pressing into his p-spot. The way that the slut fidgeted as Battery held her husband’s by a leash pretty much confirmed it. Probably some kind of aneros or a similar mechanical equivalent, constantly pulsating, pressing into God’s fun little prank on men. 


“Aw come on Thane, don’t be like that,” the woman said as she leaned up against the bars. Something that she was probably not supposed to do, but she likely had her power all charged up, had Assault there, and the fact that without any kind of food for him to boost himself with he was kind of useless. Thus putting herself in a little danger probably wasn’t that big an issue. Especially considering what liaisons were supposed to do for male capes like him. Especially since this is his second time getting arrested. The first time was why he was even in a cage and had been locked in it for three months, no release.


He could have seen about setting up a meeting if he was weak enough to want one. If he was willing to submit to Battery, and let her do what she wanted with him. He… he’d seen what the PRT did with villains that would submit to their liaison. They’d dress them up, humiliate them, and make them feel worthless. They’d use their lust against them, and forcibly feminise them during their sessions just so that the villain could get off, making them do ever more humiliating things until they were nothing more than slutty bimbo men desperate for cock, real or fake it didn’t matter. They’d be trapped in a world of pleasure, whatever their thoughts were before going up in smoke as lust overtook their lives and made them nothing but submissive and controllable pawns for the PRT. 


He didn’t want that… intellectually. Carter swallowed though, trying to keep Battery from seeing, his hand deliberately on his hairless thigh to block her view of his caged erection. He… he didn’t want her to see what she and her organisation had done to him despite knowing full well she was likely intimately aware. 


“You doing alright there Thane?” she asked, fake worry in her voice spilling out. “You haven’t contacted me at all in those three months since we last talked. Plus you haven’t cum at all in that time.”


How the hell did she know that? Some kind of tracking device…? Though now that Carter thought about it, it did make sense. The whole PRT deal was that male capes were allowed to go free. Three strikes and all that, but if they wanted to get that kind of deal with the PRT, they’d have to submit to a chastity cage, and then get a liaison. Of course women also got that shit as well because of “egalitarianism” or some other female empowerment bullshit excuse they were slinging since no female capes ever got a chastity cage or belt on them. Just male capes got cages on their dicks. Not only that, but if they wanted release since they’re not allowed to take them off, they needed to contact their liaison for it, or if they took it off, they got sent straight to prison, the Birdcage, or the Brothel.


Like the Birdcage, the Brothel wasn’t the prison’s actual name. It was the Tia Black Parahuman Containment Center. A place set up for prisoners who despite being too dangerous for regular prisons, could be rehabilitated into something else. Carter and various others were sure that some kind of brain washing was involved for those who got sent out there. Unlike the Birdcage though, it wasn’t in the Canadian Rockies, but rather was a hole in the ground in some arctic region of the Canadian Shield. It’d once been a villain lair where some female villain who thought Lustum hadn’t gone far enough had kidnapped and feminised men while protecting herself with her tinker tech, but the place was later turned into a prison that Dragon now commands. The creator, Tia Black had also been a prisoner there for a while and in an ironic twist of fate, ended up being imprisoned by her own devices and subjected to her own techniques.


Now she was one of the biggest hardcore bondage porn actresses in North America.


“Still trying to figure out how we know?” Battery asked, pulling Carter back from his thoughts.


“With all this around, probably just too aroused to think straight,” Assault interjected his voice feminine and flightily. His giggle girlish and the way he crossed his arms under his breasts brought them up a bit to emphasis their size. Not as large as some of the bimbos they churned out of this place, but large enough to draw the eyes of men all over. 


“No I think I know,” Carter said as he crabbed his hard caged cock, and taking a shuddering breath. His dick twitched a bit as he did so, his arousal rising… and with everything around him, there was practically no way of avoiding it. Arousing imagery, teasing, or in some cases enticing, guards, and worst of all, no way of relieving himself. 


“What’s the fucking point anyways? I seen that sissy shit you femi-nazis do. You fuck a guy and he doesn’t even get to cum cause his cage is fucking on,” Carter said, trying to forget his little… experiments. They hadn’t worked anyways, and they just hurt. They left him bleeding from his ass and fearing infection like when he tried using a plunger handle, or he was left completely unsatisfied such as when he’d grabbed a vibrating tooth brush.


To be fair… it’d felt good when he could touch himself. Another extra fun sensation to enjoy while whacking it to a thick assed bimbo with goddess level tits, but on its own? He didn’t get the hype. Sure the things he’d been using weren’t exactly meant for sex, but that shouldn’t matter that much right? Girls used veggies, something he found out one early morning when he came home from a late night patrol and found a cucumber thrown in the trash with a condom still on it, so it shouldn’t be that different.


“Coming from a nazi like yourself that’s rich,” Assault said, sounding entirely too smug with himself despite being Battery’s total bitch boy. As if the hero was somehow better than him just because he was a supposed “Nazi” to them. Battery seemed to agree as well as she pulled on Assault’s leash and his body language shifted a bit. Less cocksure and more yielding to his mistress. 


Yes… there were some really really racist guys around… they kind of… They kind of made sense, especially when Carter ended up hearing some of their stories. Lot of the proper racist guys were from prison, knew people in prison… or other stuff happened that kind of made sense why they were a bunch of racists… they weren’t exactly nice to hang around with though. There were other guys like Carter though, guys who cared more about opposing Lustrum’s lot of turbo femi-nazis and the gay and stupid shit the government through the PRT was pushing. The E88 unfortunately in Brockton pretty much were the only guys in town that both could do it and were willing to as well. 


“You know Thane, we could take the cage off,” Battery suddenly said, immediately drawing Carter’s attention.


“What?” he asked. Looking over at Assault, from the raised brows of the sissy bimbo slut under his gimp mask, this wasn’t normal, which was enough of an incentive for Carter. Fuck that bitch. 


“Yeah, if you want, we can take your cage off, and I don’t mean in a “the deals off and now you go to jail” kind of way. We can be lenient you know, during our sessions together,” Battery said. As he listened, a little tiny voice in the back of Carter’s mind was yelling as loud as it could “it’s a trap!” and yet he wanted to hear more. The idea, the mere thought of being without a cage. Of getting out… it was certainly enticing.


“What do you mean?” Carter asked, a little scared for what this could involve… and yet as he asked, he couldn’t help the small hitch of excitement, the sudden… dryness in his mouth.


“I mean, I can let you out if you want to have your first session with me. We could even let you cum. It won’t be your punishment, you’ll still be with us for a bit and having to undergo some training before you’ve served your time… I can’t let you out for those… but for a liaison session, we could do a simple milking,” she said, the word milking coming up, but Carter didn’t quite understand it. What did that mean? Can’t be his breasts, he’s a guy, he can’t lactate and like hell was he going to let them inject biotinker stuff in him. He’d seen the slut goblin harem Nilbog had made from pictures online that the bimbo queen fuck had taken, not to mention the horror stories he’d read online about other parahuman bio stuff going on. Though without a cage… did they mean literally… milking his cum? Was the fag going to do it? Or was Battery? Was he… about to get his first handjob? He’d… he’d honestly expected that were he to get one, it’d be from one of the E88 hanger on girls he could have asked before he lost his dick privileges from the arrest. 


“Is… it a hand job?” he asked and Battery nodded. The thought of it… Carter could imagine it, Battery kneeling in front of him, rubbing her hand over his freed cock. No doubt far larger than Assault’s little dicklet. Carter pulled his legs in, trying to hide his caged cock between his thick thighs, and succeeding at the cost of this dick being pressed by all sides, his cage warming up, the pressure on his balls feeling good. Swallowing Carter continued his questions, because it couldn’t be that easy. 


“What… what else? Do I have to crossdress like a fag?” he asked, a bit more abrasively than he meant to but thankfully Battery took no offence from it. She instead shook her head. 


“You’ll be completely naked. You could wear some stuff if you’d like but you don’t need to. As for anything extra, I will be fingering you, or if you want I could even use a toy. Something thin and not too large, okay?” the hero asked, and Carter looked away, unsure. On one hand, it would be an in. They’d know that they could dangle an orgasm in front of him and start to fuck him like that. Get him all aroused, unable to think straight with his head filling with fantasies and his inhibitions falling the longer things went on. They’d be able to feminise him, corrupt him, and turn him into another bimbo whore faggot that loved cocks and submitted to the government and elites who wanted the world to all be gay and stupid.


But on the other hand… he’d get to cum.


“Oh-okay,” Carter said, and as he did, he noticed how his heart was pounding.


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The place Carter had been led to smelled of latex, some kind of cleaner, fish, and something else, something… musky. That musk he couldn’t quite put a name to, but at least it smelt better than the fishy smell he was pretty sure came from something other than fish. The dungeon he was in was somewhere still in the rig. The floors of the place had been fixed up, padding all over the floor, leaving it firm but far friendlier to things like knees and other bony joints. Assault and Battery were in the room with him, all of his clothing excluding the cage had been taken off, and now he was here, with a hot chick and her rather feminine slut of a husband. 


“So uh…” Carter started, unsure really how to proceed as he looked to the two. Assault, the fucking gay ass pervert had started to unzip parts of his costume with hidden zippers, revealing himself to Carter though the E88 cape didn’t visibly react. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen a million times on social media what with all the trap porn and other kinds of stuff being uploaded all the time by popular femboys and other kinds of gay sissy bottoms. He tried to keep his porn all straight, but there was only so much that could be done.


Battery meanwhile didn’t do that kind of stuff. Instead she’d slipped on some different gloves. Just some latex ones that no doubt were more meant for pleasure than punching. She’d stepped over to some kind of low table, and now that he’d spoken, she beckoned him over and patted on the table top. 


“Come over here, and we can start your milking,” she said with a smile. His heart racing, Carter did the only thing he could and nodded, before slowly making his way over. He didn’t exactly know what to do with his face, frown at the fact that they’d gotten him, smile since he’s about to cum? He didn’t really know what to do, especially since he was still a virgin. He didn’t know anything about any of this stuff other than whatever fetish fuel he’d accidentally bumbled his way into while on the internet. Then of course, seeing it was completely different from actually being a part of it. When he imagined himself in a BDSM scene, or even having sex, he’d thought he’d be more confident. He’d have gotten the girl, they’d have gotten to third base or whatever base it was supposed to be, and he’d know he’d earned it. He’d have swept a cute girl off her feet and then when he’d wooed her, they’d have hot, passionate sex, his condomed cock pressing into her pussy, his fingers roaming over her, their kissing desperate and needy as they fucked.


Now though, he felt like a meek lamb heading for the slaughter. A slaughter he’d voluntarily gone for. Yet he couldn’t quite regret it, he was so horny right now, his dick straining in its cage, pressing its flesh into the bars, and making him wish that he didn’t have to wear the thing. Reaching the table, Carter tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry, his breathing erratic. Battery didn’t react, but no doubt she saw it. She saw how nervous he was about all this. 


“Come on up Thane, just get on all fours on this table here, and we can start,” she said, and Carter nodded. He got on, placing a knee and hand on before lifting the rest of himself up. Carter shivered a bit while up on the table, mostly from nerves while he waited. He shouldn’t have done this. They were probably getting ready to fuck him, or do something to him. He was a villain and they were heroes, they were going to try and pull something and then he’d be fucked.


Yet the possibility… it was too much. Then Carter gasped as Battery started to touch him back there. Her hands rubbed at his thighs, soft rubbing, sliding her hands up and down. Despite himself, he felt himself twitch down there, his caged junk shifting a bit, giving it a little swing. 


“What a nice set of thighs, and your ass, I bet you turn all the girls’ heads,” Battery said, her hand still rubbing his inner thighs, but not much else. He wanted to ask about her unlocking him, yet refrained. He wasn’t sure if that offer would be retracted if he messed something up. 


“Makes me just want to grab them. You know, slip my hands in like this, press you against me. That’d be nice hmm?” she asked and Carter could see it in his mind. Her just walking up, grabbing and then pulling, his head slipping right atop her breasts, getting pressed up against the thing of every boy’s desire, they’d be right there against his head. The only price being a few gropes by a pretty lady. All he’d have to do was look down and then they’d be against his face.


“Enjoying that thought?” the hero asked and Carter couldn’t really do much more than hum in the affirmative. 


“I thought you might,” Battery said as she continued to rub him. He wanted more, he wanted her to touch him more. His shivering only continued, his breath still ragged as he enjoyed the hero’s touch. Yet with only a wall to watch, Carter couldn’t help his wandering eyes. They drifted over to Assault’s bright red costume. The slut had at some point grabbed a big thick dildo. The thing had a large base on it and the male hero was showing off his cage still as he was lubing the thing up. Carter wasn’t sure what he thought of having an audience… but if that’s what he needed to have in order to cum, then fine, whatever. The slut can watch him get “milked” while he stays denied and caged. Carter’ll get to enjoy his wife while he gets reduced to bouncing on a dick. 


Of course though, the moment that Assault could see that Carter was watching, he slowed his preparations, his hand going from generously and quickly lubing up the faux cock, to gently, sensually rubbing it as if it were the real thing. His legs spread out more, showing himself on display for the villain, one lubed up hand sliding it’s way up, all the while the domino masked hero smirked at Carter. In a huff, Carter looked away, or at least tried. His eyes continued to try to dart back, but Carter had to move his head specifically so he couldn’t look. Battery giggled a bit at this, but said nothing as she kept rubbing his thighs, before eventually she stopped. Carter then heard the door of the dungeon open and then some footsteps. 


“Here you are Ma’am, the key you wanted,” Carter heard a gruff voice say. Certainly not a cape then.


“Thank you captain, you can go now,” Battery said and Carter then heard the sound of the trooper’s boots walking away before the door closed. So… this was it. Carter let out a shuddering breath. His key was here. After three months… he’d finally get let out. He could barely wait.


“Well then, now that we have your key, lets get started,” Battery said, and then Carter felt Battery’s hand on his genitals, a latex gloved hand taking hold of his balls, her fingers pressing against the cage of his cock. Carter shuddered at the feeling. Even just this small touch sent a spark of pleasure through him, the sensation of Battery touching his balls was enough to let a little pre slip out. As Battery took hold of his caged dick, Carter waited with baited breath. Battery took long agonising seconds to unlock him, touching him and pulling his cock back. He could already feel his dick hardening, the deepest part of his member pressing up against the rings as Battery pulled it back, her warm latex clad fingers taking hold of what little bits of flesh had squeezed through the small holes between the rings and bars that made up Carter’s cage. For a moment, he couldn’t even breath, his anticipation so great, and then, he heard the sound of a small metallic key entering into the cage’s integrated lock. 


That was all the warning Carter got before the hero pulled, slipping the lock out of its crevice. Then, slowly, gently, Carter felt Battery taking hold of his cage and pull on it. Unlocked, the thing came off easily, the pegs that connected it no longer secure, and Carter was suddenly free after three months of denial. Almost immediately Carter could feel himself getting hard, his dick filling with blood as Battery finally pulled off his cage. His growing member pressed up against the metal ring that was still on his dick, turning it into a metal cock ring. Blood flowed in easily, and found it harder to leave. His penis getting harder than ever as he felt it rise to its full length, then a little beyond. He felt Battery tug on the ring but gave up after a second or two, leaving the metal thing there. Carter almost breathed a sigh of relief. The ring was tight enough that the PRT chastity specialists had to slip his member and balls in one and a time, before squeezing his dick down to get it in. With his cock hard as it was, it’d be impossible to get it off, at least not without crushing his balls into a paste which he was glad to avoid.


“My my, Thane, you’ve been denied for so long,” Battery said, and as she did so, Carter gasped as he felt her fingers. Lubed up or something as her hand glided across his cock. She pressed her palm up against the underside of his dick, fingers squeezing around him, pressing into his lower head, and sending a welcome wave of pleasure through Carter. The cape could barely help it as his dick twitched, his member pulling forward and then out of Battery’s light grip as it swung forward and slapped his bare stomach. Battery giggled at that, her fingers going upwards, and pressing into his thick, blue balls. Massaging them for a moment.


“Such big balls you have, almost has big as my husbands are now,” she said, the mention of her husband making Carter glance back to Assault. It seemed though that the slut had been waiting for that, because the moment Assault noticed Carter looking, the bimbo had started to lower himself onto his huge dildo. The slut letting out a girlish moan as he did so, his hole getting spread out as his hands slid down his legs. His cage easily on display and his balls, big and round no doubt from how much his wife denied him, hung there. Carter could see how the dildo spread the hero out, filling his hole. Despite himself, Carter felt his ass clench, his cock twitch. He had to swallow again. 


“My, what a greedy little hole,” Battery said, and then she touched him… back there. Carter pulled away a bit, and clenched his cheeks. Battery’s hands thankfully didn’t follow, the cape boy unable to stop himself for a moment as he continued to lean away… but… he’d known this was going to happen. He’d expected it, and she’d literally told him. If… if he wanted to be “milked” then Battery would finger him. Slowly, like a lamb to the slaughter, Carter leaned back, once more presenting his ass and cock to the hero. 


“Good boy,” Carter heard her say, and hated the fact that he blushed as she said that, and kind of… enjoyed it. Once more Battery started to touch him. Her palm once more pressed against the underside of his cock, but at the same time, another hand came, and pressed against his back entrance. Just a finger, and Carter still clenched, but unlike before, he didn’t move away. He… he needed this too much. 


“Mmmm, good boy, you’re so brave,” Battery said, her words soft, like she was talking to a spooked animal that was afraid to be touched. Though in truth, that pretty much was what Carter was. A scared creature, afraid of his captors, and just like on those scared animals, her soft coos worked to calm him a bit. The other part was how Battery was squeezing his cock. She wasn’t stroking it or anything, but even just her slipping her fingers around, and squeezing down on his hard erection was enough to drive delicious sensations through him, his cock hard as could be from the metal cock ring stuck on him now. 


With her finger all lubed up, Battery began to slide her finger around Carter’s hole. Her fingers rubbing up and down Carter’s sphincter, slowly massaging it. Despite the fact that he wasn’t some gay boy like most of the heroes, Carter’s hole back there had started to feel good, even from just her rubbing him, from sliding her fingers around his back entrance. Carter let out a deep breath from the feeling, and despite himself his cock twitched not form the squeezing, but from the feeling in his ass. 


“Oh, oh look, a little bit of pre,” Battery said, and then Carter felt a finger swipe over his lower head. The friction as it passed over the head dropped significantly, his pre making a good lube for Battery as she continued to tease his back hole, massaging some more. All the while, Assault had kept up the little show Carter’s eyes were continuously drawn to, the slut taking his dildo slow and deliberate for Carter, letting him see how his ass was spread out by the monstrous cock. Carter tried his best not to imagine it, or even himself in the hero’s shoes.


But then Battery’s finger slipped in, and Carter couldn’t help but gasp as it slipped past his hole and into him. 


“Hmm, easier than expected, have you been having some fun?” Battery asked, while Carter blushed hard. His experimentations in his most shameful and desperate moments coming back to haunt him. 


“No,” he said, though his voice trembled, and his hole told another story. Though he wasn’t lying either. It hadn’t been fun, especially when he tried the hammer and had started bleeding. Thank god it hadn’t gotten infected, but it hurt to poop for a while after.


“Naughty boy, lying to me. You’ve had some fun back there,” Battery said as she continued to finger fuck his ass. Despite how his previous experimentations had gone though… this was different. It… felt better than when he’d… gotten desperate. Slowly as Battery eased her finger in, she slowly started to tease his hole. Her lubed up finger nice and slick, her digit expanding him little by little as she played with him. 


“Such a cute little hole,” Battery said, and Carter couldn’t help but blush, no doubt he looked ridiculous like this, the hero sliding her finger in, a hand around his cock. He shuddered a bit at the image, and at how Assault was still going slowly fucking his ass, letting the huge dildo fill his hole. How he was able to fit such a huge monster in Carter had no idea. Asses shouldn’t be able to take such a huge dick, and yet.


“Mmmmh, if feel so good,” Assault called out, the slut bringing a hand up to his cage, squeezing it, like Carter would squeeze his own. Pressing down against his balls while his ass was full of cock. 


“He’s such a needy slut,” Battery commented. “I’m going to stick another finger in, okay? Then we can start having some real fun.”


“Okay,” Carter said, unsure what to say or even do, his gaze remained fixed on Assault, and his senses were fixed on what Battery was doing to him. Some part of him almost imagined him in Assault’s shoes, being fucked like that. His ass being trained enough to take cock like that, to get ass fucked by some big black man with a huge cock. Assault probably was made to by his wife. The female dominants on the heroes side likely taking pleasure in degrading their male counter parts. Pushing them down, holding them there as a big black man came up behind them, huge cocks at the ready and lubed up. They’d come up and slide their shlong in, fully filling the sluts up before the big black would get on the bed. He’d hold them down, before roughly beginning to piston his hips forward, and steadily beginning to fuck their white sissy asses, his huge dick destroying their holes.


“Ah!” Carter cried, the feeling of a finger slipping in, the sight of Assault, and then the thought, the thought of a huge black man sliding his cock into a small whitey. His hips shook as pleasure nearly over took him, his cock began to twitch, and for a moment he thought he’d cum, but Battery stopped. Let go of him, and Carter shook his hips now deliberately, his cock slapping against his stomach a bit, but then nothing came. The sensation subsiding a little bit as Battery giggled. 


“Oh no, not yet cutie, not until we get to the best part. Now hold still,” she said, and Carter obeyed. His head filled with erotic thoughts, his vision filled with Assault and his naughty performance. The slut had started to go faster as well, his hand off his dick and now the bimbo was using them to start to proper fuck that dildo, his ass sliding up and down the huge cock, his cage flying wildly around as the latex clad hero fucked himself. 


“Assault stop,” Battery commanded, and suddenly Assault did so, freezing, though his hips jerked and moved in spasms, almost like Carter’s had. From the cage, pre dripped, and assault himself was breathing hard.


“Go slow.”


“Yes Mistress,” Assault said, and then be began to pull himself off the cock. For a second Carter didn’t understand, but he felt Battery pulling out of him now as well, until only the tips of her two fingers were left. Her other hand took hold of his cock but once more didn’t do too much. She just held it tenderly, the warmth of her hand, and the slight pressure already keeping him nice and hard. 


Then as Assault slowly eased himself back on the dildo, Carter felt Battery’s fingers begin to ease in as well. For a moment, Carter imagined himself in Assault’s boots, his ass being filled by the massive dildo, clad in latex. Carter’s cock twitched at the idea, his pre continuing to drip and his ass clenching around Battery’s fingers. The two digits in him sending that strange pleasure through him, the stretching making him feel good, and with her hand on his cock. It… it was the best thing he’d ever felt. Though as Assault went lower, Carter took that back. Battery’s fingers slid in time with Assault’s fucking, and then she it something that made Carter gasp. His cock twitched hard, his ass clenched again as pleasure shot through the captive villain. Battery giggled again.


“There it is, hold on Assault,” she said, and then Carter instantly knew what she’d hit; his prostate, his p-spot, God’s little joke on men. It… it felt better than anything he could remember. As his mistress ordered, Assault stopped, and Battery kept pressing on that spot, each press sending another tumultuous wave through Carter as the pleasure continued to mount.


“Does that feel good?” Battery asked, and Carter bit his lip. It did feel good, it felt amazing. Better than anything he could remember. Not even stroking his cock and cumming felt as good as he did right now. 


“I said, does that feel good?” Battery asked again, this time letting off his bitch button, and Carter responded:


“Yes,” he said, breathy, and needy. He… he wanted to feel it more. 


“Do you want more?” Battery asked, and Carter nodded. He wanted more, he was so desperate, and it felt so good. 


“Yes,” he repeated as a lustful fog started to fill his mind, as higher thoughts left his head. He wanted this; he wanted this pleasure to continue to feel good. Then as Assault began again, so did Battery, her fingers starting to fuck Carter some more, sliding in and out of his ass. Uncaring to stop himself, Carter started to moan a bit as she did so, as Battery began to properly finger fuck him with her two fingers. Her fingers would slide in, filling his hole with their thick girth, and bump up against his p-spot. Pleasure would bloom and soon enough they reached a wonderful rhythm that sent sensual delight rippling through Carter.


As time went on, so did their speed. As Assault would speed up, Battery would match her bimbo, fucking Carter faster and the assaults of pleasure would speed up. Carter’s moans soon enough had stared to grow louder, from barely audible to quiet yet high pitched peals let out because of the pleasure knocking around him. Were his core an island it’d have been flooded by now by the growing tsunami he felt growing in him. His whole body even had started to feel good, his core swamped by the waters of sensual sensation that was only rising higher the more Battery played with his ass. 


He needed more. Carter needed it, and soon enough he started to lean back. He tried to time it, as Battery began to slide her fingers forward, Carter would try to slide back, driving her fingers into him deeper, her hand sliding up against his ass, his cock gripped tighter. More, he needed more, it felt so good. 


As time went on Carter fully fell into it as well, fucking himself on Battery’s fingers while unable to look away from Assault. The two male capes fucking their asses on toys, engulfed in a miasma of pleasure and sensation. Assault himself even started to jerk around, his ass fucking growing wild and barely controlled. His body would contort and spasm, his mind no doubt as overwhelmed by sensation as Carter’s was as he did the same. The two sluts unable to help themselves as their hind brains took over and drove their passions forth. 


“Ah!” Carter cried out, his moans having since turned to cries of delight. Each crashing wave of lust filling him with desire, his needy moans mixed with assaults, the two boys filling the chamber with sounds of lustful pleasure, of a hedonistic need for more. Then in a desperate cry for help, Carter spoke again:


“Please, more!” the E88 cape cried, wanting more, wanting to feel more, to have a third finger. His lust overriding any shame he might have had at that moment, and then as he felt a third pressing into his entrance, he couldn’t take it. Just as he felt that third finger begin to expand his hole more, to drive it in with the others, battering his button, with Battery squeezing his cock, it was suddenly too much, and Carter let out a high pitched cry. It sounded like a dying animal as his balls pulled up, his cock began to twitch wildly, when suddenly Battery pulled away from his dick.


Carter pealed again, wanting the pleasure to continue, to feel something more, but Battery wouldn’t have it. She pulled away entirely, leaving Carter paralysed by his coming climax. His hips shook and thrust, his cock swung with wild abandon, cum spraying across the table.


Yet Carter felt none of it. The pleasure fell away, disappearing into the void. He felt nothing as his cum first sprayed, and then began to drizzle out, dripping onto the table, before Carter in exhaustion fell forward onto the table. He crashed into his cum but he didn’t care. His mind awash with more need than ever. Cumming hadn’t helped; it only drove him on more. He needed more, the lustful fog in his mind hadn’t receded, but he also couldn’t muster the strength to do something about it as he lay there in his shame. 


“Oh such a good boy,” Battery said as she came up to Carter, petting his head and giving him a small hug, though Carter barely responded, his mind awash with both shame and lust, his desire having barely receded as he lay there. He still wanted more, yet his body was sluggish to respond. As he crawled once more to all fours, he sat there a moment, unsure what to do, though then he felt Battery pat him on the ass, and Carter stiffened, his ass clenching in an almost… needy fashion. Battery didn’t do much with her hand on his butt, just rubbing his cheek as if rubbing some cattle to calm them down… which must be him since he’d just been “milked”. 


“There now stay still,” Battery said, and Carter obeyed. The hand slipped away from his ass, and then slipping around his cock. While it twitched, Carter could feel it’d calmed down, going flaccid. It still was semi hard, but as Carter felt something cold and metal press up against his lower head, he knew he wasn’t about to get a proper happy ending this time. Perhaps next time they wouldn’t ruin his climax, though he doubted it. Not unless it was from doing something humiliating no doubt. 


As he pondered, the cage was slipped on, and he once more was trapped inside of his cage.


“There we go, a nice proper first session,” Battery declared, slowly helping Carter to his feet from the table, or at least trying. Despite himself, Carter could barely stand, his knees shaking and feeling weak. They felt like they shouldn’t be able to support him, like he was too heavy for them, or that they’d collapse any second now. He had to hold onto Battery for support, gripping and hugging an arm to himself as he tried to stand until eventually he’d gotten somewhat stable. 


“Alright then Thane, lets get you back to your cell, okay?” she asked, even though he didn’t have much of a choice, or even ability to resist her as she started to lead him away, her husband following behind them.


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 Ambushed Elf 7 (MGE)


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The butt plug had to have been having an effect on him. There was no doubt about it to Aerin. Rather than his somewhat sore ass being soothed with cream, he felt… really good. He was horny as hell, and in truth, after last night’s fun he couldn’t really calm down. His ass cheeks had stung, but he felt good. Aerin’s pleasure was heightened from the pain, his cock growing hard in his cage when Gina landed a blow on his rump. The pain not only increasing his pleasure due to the contrast from Gina fucking his ass but even adding further to it. Like the pain itself was enough to arouse him. While he’d never really considered himself a proper masochist before he’d also never… directly grown horny from a spank itself. But now he wanted it, he wanted her. Gina never left his thoughts, and unlike before, it wasn’t some lament on his state or the conflict that had raged in his heart over her. How she made him feel, and how she treated him. How she was supposed to be his enemy, but he was slowly losing the fight.


His heart was giving in. Her forces of affection had breached the gates, her troops were inside, and slaughtering what was left of his cold bulwark. All that was left for her to take was the keep. The final barrier, and the forces of corruption would win. From how every time she entered his thoughts, he blushed, but moved closer to her, how she dominated his mind even from only a day or two from the plug. The corruption from weeks of capture and all this demonic energy, combined with now the plug was too much. He knew his fight would soon be over. He could already see the trebuchets cresting the hill, being built to finally put an end to his resistance. She would finally break his uncorrupted core even without having once bounced on his cock. 


She’d build a castle over the ruins of his heart, rebuilding him and lording over him with a castle made of her love, a love that he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to tell if it was genuine or not. His core would be corrupted, and that would be the end of him as a true and proper elf.


In some way it was a comfort as he lay there in the bed of furs. Her petting his head, him hugging her tight as they luxuriated in the wonderful bed, her scent a thing he couldn’t get enough of as her corruption penetrated him. He would resist no any longer, he’d be only trapped by the chastity cage, rather than by her. His oppressors would shift, no longer would he be bound to the tent as he was, but rather allowed to roam, for where would he go? He’d be corrupt. He’d be dead as far as most other elves would be concerned. 


And the armies of the Orcs would march on his home. They’d conquer it, and all would be lost to the demons. Even if he wasn’t corrupt by then, he’d hid his horror by diving straight into his love of Gina, uncaring if it was influenced by corruption for what else would he have? Where could he turn to? He’d have nothing but her, her and her armies having systematically destroyed everything he’d have been able to call home, and corrupted his very soul. 


But she’ll be there, she’d be a clearing in the dark forest, a safe place where she’d hold him tight. She’d love him, for she’d claimed him as her husband. The corruption of the demon lord would bend his mind to love her, and so, why resist any longer?


Why indeed?


Then someone ran into the tent, throwing the cover aside. In an instant, Gina was up, pulling away from his embrace and he could hear a growl.


“This had better be good,” she snarled, and blearily, Aerin opened his eyes, looking up to see a breathless Orc.


“The Elves, they’ve amassed a force and have taken to the field. They’ve already pushed us back from our latest gains over the last little while. They’ll have already reached our forward fort so that’s likely burned down by now as well by their mages” the Orc cried, and suddenly the anger at their slow awakening being interrupted disappeared from Gina’s face, instead replaced by worry.


“Fuck, I thought we’d have more warning. Shit, what are their forces?”


“Scouts said lots of cavalry riding through the forest paths ahead of the army. Only a few scouts got away. They’re slaughtering our marauders and scouts. A village the forward forces took over is being raided as we speak. Other than that, lots of infantry and archers, a dozen or so catapults and a few dozen battle mages. It’s the largest elven army I’ve ever seen.”


“I should have expected this… Are the shrines to Ares done?” Gina asked and the scout nodded but seemed rather worried.


“They are but despite our prayers, Ares has yet to answer.”


“What?” both Gina and Aerin asked. Ares had yet to answer? That wasn’t usual for Ares to just go and ignore her disciples, especially monsters. The Goddess for all that she claimed to be neutral, as far as Father was concerned, as nothing of the sort. Her blessings often led to the fall of human realms to the various monsters as what her blessings and magic did was rather direct in assisting monster kind thrive and prosper. Death was rare enough on the battlefield when Ares was involved, with casualties more often measured in battlefield rapes rather than who was actually hurt or killed. 


If she wasn’t answering… that would certainly work in the elves favour, was this Father riding to the rescue? It didn’t fit the stories, or what Father said he’d do if he was captured. Unless he didn’t think his retinue was enough to take the camp… As Aerin wondered, Gina turned to him.


“Honey, do you know what might have caused this?” she asked, but Aerin shrugged. He’d never heard of a deity not answering. Of course, he’d also not heard of the fact that the Dark elves had been assimilated. He wasn’t born yet, but the history lessons about his Father’s reign showed he’d been rather bloody about the whole affair. The place had been effectively razed, the population cut down to the last dark elf in some ritual his teacher had yet to get to… In fact, that might have been his next lesson, but he’d yet to learn it properly.


But now that he thought about it, how had they repopulated the whole place anyways? He’d been to the once underground fortress of the dark elves. Only regular elves, though… they did have a rather… naughty way of dress from what he’d seen. Certainly less modest than the average elf of these lands.


“I don’t… while my tutors taught me much, the ways of the Gods was not his strong suit, and thus he decided to leave that to my Father once he’d finished teaching me. Father had been so busy those days…” to his answer Gina just sighed before slipping an arm around him before pulling him into her lap.


“It’s alright, even without Ares, we’re still orcs, orcs under the Maou, and ever since the Maou took charge we’ve been unbeatable ever since,” she said in an almost reassuring tone, and Aerin nodded. 


“Now we best get to the front, and I’ve got the perfect place for you my cute hubby,” she said as her fingers slipped down his body, and started to rub at the plug. Aerin looked up and saw her lewd grin, and felt a flutter in his heart, his breath quickening, and his cock growing hard in his cage. He wondered what she had in store for him this time.


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“Mmmmmmh!” Aerin cried out into the ball gag, his groans and moans a constant accompaniment for the entire force of orcs as they moved. Each step from Gina bounced Aerin on her cock, specifically made to let her walk with him impaled on her strap on. Aerin himself was tied to her, his arms behind her back, his legs slipped into holsters and tied there, while the collar was attached to her bra. It left his head between her bountiful breasts as they pressed into the back of his head, and she’d taken to making large bounding steps. Each step bounced him up and down her enchanted strap on, pressing it right into his special place as each bound sent waves of pleasure through him. 


Of course Gina wasn’t just letting her new way of fucking him do all the work as her fingers roamed his form, his heavy balls her main target as she fondled and played with him. He must have cum at least four times now, each time Gina managed to get her mug into place as she filled her cup with his cum. Then came the lewd slurping and the sounds of satisfaction she got as she drank his seed. The sounds made him horny all over again, her enjoyment of his seed hardening his softened cock as he’d started to squirm again, helping Gina fuck him, his embarrassment over being effectively presented as a trophy slowly dying away after over an hour of being fucked by Gina at the front of the war party they’d teleported near the forward fort.


Besides, he’d already been shown off and fucked at the totem at the beginning of his captivity, he’d been paraded around like a slut in a whorish and admittedly hot new outfit. Being fucked at the head of the orcish warband was nothing. All it did was make him hornier, the fact that she was being shown off, humiliated in front of all these orcs, pleasure overriding his senses as Gina showed off her lewd husband. As she showed how easily he was manipulated, controlled. How he was helpless to stop her as she fucked his ass with every step, bringing him to orgasm by merely walking. How pathetic was he to have been reduced to this. 


The fact that it felt great didn’t help what little pride he had left. Rather the pleasure made him want to help her, to fuck himself on her in order to feel more and more of the delicious sensations she was giving him. It felt like his whole body was being taken when he climaxed from his ass. Warmth would flood him more and more as they fucked, spreading the pleasure through his whole body as it all felt amazing. His sensitive body becoming more and more lewd the more he was fucked, the corruption filling him and was no doubt changing him. He’d never reacted as strongly as he did now when Gina would tire of his balls, and instead go for his nipples. They’d stand on end, and her pinches sent shivers through him, small bouts of pleasure almost making him whine as she left his chest alone. His thighs had grown more sensitive as well, and really most of his skin. Gina’s caresses by now had turned into electric touches that made his heart race. 


He wasn’t sure if it was the corruption, or the anticipation of the pleasure she was about to give him every time she held him down, every time she gave him that lewd look. But whatever it was it was working more and more as he grew to crave her. He was getting ruined by her, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to come back from this even if he was rescued. The corruption was already started to press towards his core, altering his mind, his body, and his spirit. He could feel its inky tendrils filling him. The plug had spread it further than before, but even fucking like this, with her strap on pushed enough corruption into him that he found it harder and harder to resist her advances.


Then all of a sudden they stopped. It took long, long moments for Aerin’s eyes to roll back down, and then for his vision to return to focus. He shook his head slightly and blinked the blurriness from his eyes, only to suddenly freeze. They had stopped at an open field in the middle of the woods, a large island in the sea of trees, and across from the field, standing vaguely in the center of it by a pavilion, was his Father. 


Due to their superior elven eyes, he could see his Father clearly. Aerin got nearly all of his features from his Father, to the point that many servants said he looked like a younger doppelganger of the elf. Other than age, the only major difference between himself and his father was that of a large curled moustache which graced his upper lips and the fact that his jaw was more pronounced. As his Father saw Aerin, his eyes widened at seeing… seeing this, how tense he’d suddenly become, how his hand gripped his sheathed sword. Despite all of the corruption, despite how aroused he became at other seeing his sorry state, his Father seeing him made Aerin suddenly desire death. As if all sense returned to him he wanted to escape, to pull himself off of Gina’s cock and flee for the woods. He, he didn’t want his Father to see him like this. Suddenly all his embarrassment returned to him and he had to look away, unable to meet his Father’s shocked gaze, tears slowly gathering in his eyes as his move was swift enough to drag his hair in front of his face. But that look of shock… Had…


Had he not known?


How… how was that possible? Surely his fiancé would have reported he’d gone missing… That had been where he’d been going to when he’d been ambushed… unless.


No, the druids had cut a deal with the orcs, and the McRyan family, the one his fiancé was a part of; there were quite a few druids in that family…


Suddenly it was making far too much sense why his Father had never come for him. 


They moved forth to the pavilion, just the leadership of the horde. The incubi and high orcs, a whole party of them compared to just Father, and two servants. Not even warriors from the looks of it. Other than the sounds of leather shifting and the slight clinking of chainmail bikinis, the only sounds were of foot falls and of Aerin’s little moans as he couldn’t resist the little squeals as his ass continued to be impaled with each of Gina’s long, bouncing strides. 


Then, they all came to a stop.


Aerin had to breathe into Gina’s breasts, panting, his whole body shaking. Her strides having set him on edge, and his Father was right there. There was a roiling in his stomach, and while there was pleasure, there was also a desire to pull his hands and legs out of their bindings, to pull himself off of Gina, and go drown himself in a river. He’d thought all of his modesty gone. Yet it now returned with a noxious sting as his Father no doubt saw how… how pitiful he’d become. He’d thought himself immune to shame and embarrassment now, but here... He felt ready to puke. 


As they stood there, they were both silent for a long time, before Aerin heard the leather of his Father's gloves gripping on his sword. It was still in its sheath though and there was a slight ruffling of cloth. Then Aerin heard his Father whisper to a servant.


“Take my sword inside, before I do something rash with it…” The elven prince heard the servant take the sword away. Aerin knew it was only a symbolic gesture. A great mage like his Father was never truly unarmed… yet he felt Gina relax as the sword was taken away. There was the sound of giggling from one of the incubi.


“Seems like he’s ready to surrender to us, probably looking to get pegged an orc Gee Eff,” the giggling incubi commented. But then Aerin heard his Father speak.


“Silence strange simpleton, I’ve come to speak to your master, not you. Now, Chief Gina Rock Tosser, Uniter of a hundred bands and a captain of the orcish war industry, you have penetrated deep into these lands, your bands assault the outer members of the alliance. Not only that, but you kidnap our people and make them your slaves. I-”


“And? What’s your point? I know all of this. Are you just going to serenade me with my accomplishments elf? I already have my cute husband here for that. Or are you going to get to the point?” Gina asked.


“The point is that I was making before you so rudely interrupted is that I am giving you an ultimatum. I give you seven days to leaves these lands of ours, you will leave all the slaves you have taken, all those who you've corrupted, the treasure you have stolen, or you and any mamono following your banner will be put to the sword.”


“Oh dear you have me quaking in my boots elf. Who are you to demand such a thing?” she asked.


“I am Grand Duke Aedmun of Norphantshire, Leader of the Grand Tree Alliance, Conquer of thirty duchies, destroyer and integrator of the demon realm of Heirstanbus, Hierophant of the Patron of the Grand Tree, Arch Magus of the Eir Forest, and soon to be crowned King of Eir. Not only that, but I am also the Father of the one you seem to have tied to you,” the last part of what Aerin’s Father said was practically spat out, and Aerin could practically hear his scowl.


“Oh my, I guess that means I’ll be calling you Daddy dearest soon,” Gina giggled, though as Aerin peaked out and saw his Father, he didn’t not seem amused in the least bit.


“I wish to speak with my son,” was all he said, deadly serious. 


“You can speak with him here, hmmm, isn’t that right hubby?” Gina asked, shifting a bit, sliding the dildo inside of him just a bit more and stirring Aerin’s insides. He couldn’t help but let out a groan, his head soon enough forced to look at his Father. Yet rather than any kind of judging glare, any kind of expected reaction of disgust in him, or even rage at how weak he was, his Father’s stare was impassive. It said very little as he looked to Aerin.


“I wish to speak with him alone,” was all he said, his tone as hard as iron. The little high orc mage was beside them, riding her husband like Aerin was being forced to ride Gina. Unlike him however, she was practically unbound, and so she leaned over to speak with the war chief.


“He’s just one elf, he can’t do much even if he’s a “grand magus” or whatever. I’m a Sabbat witch so there probably isn’t any harm.”


“I’m more worried he’ll pull some sneaky elf trick. Can’t really be trusted until their fucked good and made into monsters like us,” Gina said back before replying to Aerin’s Father.


“Fine, but you will keep the tent’s flap open where we can see you, and when you are done speaking, I’ll get my husband right back.”


“Agreed,” Aedmun said. As he agreed, Gina reached back and started to undo the various bindings that held Aerin to her, his arms and legs falling forward, before his body weight nearly sent him tumbling forward. Gina had to reach out to grab him before he pull him off her dick, a slight moan coming from him as the sensation sent bits of pleasure through him. Despite his best efforts, he found his knees were weak as Gina gently tried to stand him up. The long journey made if difficult and even painful to try to stand as he nearly fell if not for Gina. Father’s two servants came forth, and they took Aerin in their arms, draping his over their shoulders before helping him along to the tent as Aedmun walked inside. Aerin was brought in a moment after. As promised the tent flaps were not closed. Slowly, his Father’s servants tried to stand Aerin up, letting Aerin regain his legs as while he wobbled a bit from the long ride on… Gina’s dildo, he was able to stand. As soon as he seemed able to stand though, his Father came forth, and embraced Aerin, pulling his son into a deep hug, uncaring of the likely soiled nature of the boy’s garb.


“Oh Patron, I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he said, and Aerin wasn’t even sure what to say or do, so he just hugged his Father back. Though Aerin didn’t quite understand why exactly he was apologising. While before, he’d… well kind of understood that he hadn’t meant to be with Gina, her having come and taken him. Yet, suddenly the thought of being without Gina seemed foreign to him, like… like he got a sudden queezy feeling even considering him being married to someone else. 


But then, they never did marry, had they? Yet as he thought of it, his mind slowly was whisked away, his attention shifting to Gina once more, imagining her in an elven wedding gown, Aerin…


Oh who was he kidding, no doubt he’d be the one in the wedding gown, one more way to humiliate him, to tease him as she donned the wedding suit, usually reserved for elven men. Yet the thought aroused him, no doubt it’d be debauched, the silken dress cut and reduced down, his sexualised naked form underneath revealed, some kind of bondage no doubt, while Mistress would be standing there, her strap on ready. He could imagine their vows, given as she drove her dildo into him, as the orcish witch would hand her the key to his cage. She’d lock an ornate collar around his throat, and…


“Son, are you okay?” his Father asked, and Aerin was snapped back to reality, his lewd thoughts being pulled back, and he couldn’t help the roiling disgust suddenly taking form again in his stomach. He wasn’t supposed to act like this, not with his Father here.


“I-I’m sorry Father, I… I’m being corrupted… I can’t help it, I’m sorry,” Aerin said but his Father shook his head, though he did back away. Aerin tried to preserve some sense of decency as his cock strained in its cage and his nipples had grown hard. 


Though why should he? He will soon be just as debauched. A stray thought entered Aerin’s head, a horrible traitorous one, but it was there.


“Right, clothes, servants, bring my boy a robe,” he said and the servants jumped to obey, pulling from an enchanted chest a royal blue cloak that they draped over Aerin. The boy wrapped it around his lewdly costumed form, smiled and gave thanks to the servants that returned the smile in kind. While they did that, Aedmun had pulled his scabbard off his belt and placed it on the table beside his sword before taking off one of his gloves.


“What of your escort?” Father asked, indicating a chair for Aerin, who gladly took it.


“All corrupted. I don’t know if they are incubi yet, but their cores have all been turned. I felt it in the camp.”


“And yourself?” he asked, almost a hint of trepidation in his voice, almost.


“I… my mana core is still pure, but only for now. The cage… it’s helped Father, though it also has turned me into a… into a degenerate wreck, and how she touches me Father, how… how she uses me. I’m no different from them, even uncorrupted as I am. I… my. With his cage, my base desires are brought forth. With how she uses me, even uncorrupted I can’t help but… enjoy,”


“But you are uncorrupted,” Aedmun said, fixating on that, so Aerin nodded.


“Yes… Yes Father, for now, though I don’t know for how long. Gina… she has me wearing a-,” but Aerin’s Father interrupted him.


“Say no more.” Then his Father grabbed Aerin, holding his chin and head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly Aerin felt mana flow into him. He could stop it, and almost instinctively he did, and yet Aerin held his resistance and let his Father’s mana flow into, and through him. 


After a minute of that, Aedmun stopped, and Aerin felt lighter. Lighter than he’d felt in a long time, like chains on his soul he hadn’t know were there had been released. Aerin blinked in surprise before asking: “What did you do?”


“I’ve diluted the corruption and placed a shield around your core; it should give you more time but that is it. Thank the Patron for that cage or your core would be nothing but a black pearl. Now, look to your captor,” and so Aerin did, looking to Gina as she stood there, glaring at his Father. She didn’t move to interrupt, but she was obviously annoyed as her lip curled up and her brow scrunched.


“She’s not happy,” Aerin said and his Father nodded. 


“She’s not, but then it just appears like I’m delaying the inevitable as far as she’s concerned,” Aedmun said before continuing. “Now, what do you feel about her?”


“About Gina?” Aerin asked, and Aedmun nodded. Looking to her again, Aerin considered her. His initial reaction was to denounce her as a disgusting pervert… but then he was one as well, really. Even uncorrupted, he enjoyed… well what she’d done.


“You’re infatuated.” It was a statement from Aedmun, not a question. “I assume she’s been treating you… kindly?”


“Yes… in a way.” 


“Considering her kind… no doubt she’s been engaging in your… dalliances.”


“W- you-”


“Yes I know of your… private activities. I don’t approve, but it has never interfered with your studies. I expect that you might grow out of it… and even if you don’t, you’re already an adult and can make your own mistakes. I just hope that if we are favoured in this war, then Lady McRyan will be willing to humour your… fetishes,” and as he mentioned the family of druids, Aerin froze. While he couldn’t be sure, since it might not have been all of the druids, the McRyans had a significant amount of influence on the druids and with their dryad allies that lived in the forest, or rather, their once allies.


“Father… the druids have betrayed us,” he said looking to his Father who merely raised an eyebrow.


“Is that so? Tell me more,” he asked, so Aerin continued.


“It was during a meeting of Gina’s war council. Gina brought me along, mostly… mostly as a toy, and…” Aerin trailed off, his stomach roiling a bit at the thought of being shown off like that. It still aroused him, but he couldn’t help the disgusted feeling either, of being seen, and shown off like that. 


“Leave out the sordid details if you please, such thoughts should only be shared between lovers,” his Father said and Aerin nodded.


“Suffice to say, they spoke of how they made a deal with the dryads and druids. They obtained their “neutrality” and no longer will assist the alliance in fighting off Gina’s horde,” Aerin said and Aedmun nodded. 


“All the while conveniently not saying a thing about their change in allegiance as they listen in on our plans. Are you sure that they didn’t just feed you some kind of misinformation? Do you think that they perhaps knew that I and my forces were coming to deal with them?” Aerin however shook his head at his Father’s words.


“We-” and Aerin blushed, his arousal rising again as he remembered what they’d been doing before. “No, Gina wouldn’t let us be interrupted like we had been, and she’d been so confident during that war council that nothing could go wrong. I think she was genuine in her surprise that you marched out here.”


As he answered, his Father’s face grew grim, his gloved hand pulling the one side of his moustache straight before letting it go and letting it curl back up once again as he thought. “Then we are betrayed. The McRyans never spoke of your capture to me, or even indicated you’d never made it. I’d merely assumed you’d forgotten to write, and they said you were an upstanding elf who they were glad was courting their daughter. I’ll have to have an army march down there and bring them to justice. All the druids and dryads too if what you say is correct. Not that I would be too terribly surprised if you are. They were never too keen on our patron.”


Aerin could only nod. After all, the dryads tended to the forest of Eir, they would have no doubt known about Aerin’s capture, and by not informing his Father, they’d become complicit, the druids too as they could speak with the trees, they’d know about this as well, or at the very least the McRyans would have.


“I guess that means I’m no longer betrothed,” Aerin said, drawing a smirk from Aedmun.


“No, it seems that you’re not… makes me wonder if our Patron did something that pushed them to perform this… betrayal” Father wondered, though Aerin couldn’t say. While it could just be prejudice on the part of the Dryads and Druids against the Patron, Father had conquered thirty states and brought war to the forests of Eir. That meant siege weapons needed to be constructed, large amounts of lumber required for the repairs after the battles. Even just wood to keep the first in the camps would be enough to annoy the Dryads. Not to mention how Father no doubt would have likely directly intervened if a Dryad raised a hand against his soldiers. He’d never heard of any Dryad incidents on his Father’s campaigns.


But then again, the Patron was odd as well. He desired his Father to create shrines to him in the forests of Eir. They were giant trees certainly not natural to these lands, things that towered above the tree lines, filled with leaves, and bore on them massive pods the size of men. Around the trees he required large areas dug around the trees where water would be channelled, boxes of armaments were to be placed in four sections around the tree as well. That meant that at least a bit of clearing was needed, and the trees themselves were rather efficient at taking nourishment from the ground, efficient enough that for an area around the tree, the woods would begin to die, but not before creeping vines from the tree would rise up on them, as if to strangle them. The dryads couldn’t be happy about those shrines either. 


“Now, back to Gina,” Father said, cutting his wondering short. “It’s clear enough why you are infatuated, but a relationship is built on more than just her trying to mind break my poor boy by appealing to his… fetishes. Tell me, has she at all done more than after care? No doubt she's cuddled with you after having her way with you but, has she done more than that? Has she really spoken with you much, really tried to get to know you?”


“No, she hasn’t Father, but why are you entertaining such an idea? Even if she is… well…”


"Enticing," he said, betraying nothing and Aerin cringed at him saying as such.


"Y-yes," and Aerin's Father gave a long "hmm," his hand coming up to play with his moustache a bit. 


As he did so he looked off out of the tent at Gina. The high orc had turned to mingle with those of the war council that had come. "The reason why I entertain these thoughts is that it could be that you are fated to be with this mamono." 


“Fated?”


“Yes, fated. There are a few theories on fate from the diviners we have in our nation. One theory is that fate has shifted now to favour relationships and love, while others hold a far more depressing theory which is that fate has sought fit to serve the demon lord, like so many other forces in this world. Personally, I hope for the former, as otherwise we will fall like so many others in the past. Now as you can guess, if you and this Gina, are fated to be together, then there will be little I can do to stop this beyond killing the both of you. I learned that the hard way.”


“So I am doomed,” Aerin said his voice dower and depressed, even as his loins stirred un bidden at the thought of Gina. 


“Not necessarily. We have no way of knowing what you are fated, or if fate even exists. But if fate does exist, and fate wants you two together, that does not mean that we can not take advantage of the situation.”


“So what you’re going to marry me off to stave off war with the orcs?” Aerin asked but his Father shook his head.


“As if that would work, no you can not bribe barbarians like them without it eventually leading to ruin, and besides, I wasn’t talking about political machinations, though those could be possible... No what I mean is that I think you ought to see about regaining some of your dignity. You do not have to be the meek broken in slave that I saw you’d nearly been reduced to. But first you must gain her respect.”


“Gain her respect, how?”


"Fight her. No doubt now that I have filled you with my pure mana you now have the willpower to resist her. The retribution for your rebellion will no doubt be swift and brutal, but if you can emerge uncorrupted from her corrective measures, then you might begin to gain some respect in her eyes and. In the end, even if this war ends in our destruction and all that is left of us is corrupted husks of those we used to be, then at least you my son will be more than just a slave."


“And if I am corrupted?” Aerin asked.


“Then at least you will have drawn her attention away from the war,” Aerin’s Father said. “With that shield around your core, it would take a great amount of time and effort to magically corrupt you, and it’d leave her distracted. If she wastes all of her time with you, then it will give us time to sort out who is friend and who is foe within our ranks, and clean house. If you can distract her enough that it seriously hampers her ability to pay attention to the war, I’ll make an exception for you and her when the time comes. There is a lovely little island in the bay that you and Gina may reside upon. The navy can keep you supplied, and I shall even provide a servant to serve each and every one of your needs. But to achieve this, you’d still need to fight back and earn her respect.”


"But how would I fight back?" Aerin asked and his Father merely shrugged.


"You'll have to find some way. Don't use your magic, it will draw power away from the shield and allow them to corrupt you easier. With a band of orcs so haphazardly gathered they can't have so much discipline to not at least have left some kind of weapon around. Perhaps a forgotten club or... a sword, left so carelessly unguarded on a table. So easily stolen..."


"You mean for me to-"


"That is up to you, I will not break my word, you will have to go back to Gina, even if I have to force you… But perhaps, you might not have to suffer such a humiliating exit? Earning enough respect to not be worn as a trophy would be a start," his Father said, leaning back in his chair, before Gina called out from where she was.


"Are you done? I want to have some fun with my husband!" Gina called out as she stood there with her hips cock and a hand on her hip. Her one hand was stroking her strap on, the thing sliding up and down it, almost like she was jerking herself off as she stared towards them. All at once, Aerin felt a cold dread... and a warm arousal fill him, hot and cold suddenly doing battle as his arousal warred with his newly rediscovered sense of self respect. His hole twitched, his cock started to grow hard in its cage, while the icy feeling of dread filled his belly with butterflies that brought out a cold sweat. Aering swallowed and looked to his Father, Aedmun pretended to look away, one eye still watching him, and then whispered.


"It is up to you my boy." Yet while he said it, Aerin couldn't help but also think of the army his Father had gathered, all those eyes staring at him, watching him be violated. It'd... it'd be crushing, it'd have to be. Besides, he had no desire to be bound to Gina, being bounced around on her cock as they walked, a trophy for her to display to all who saw as he was fucked more and more.


Okay some desire...


Yet, he also had a duty to the Duchy, to his Father as well. Not to mention being respected would be nice, to be more than just some high orc's sex slave waiting on her every whim with no will of his own.


"Come on hubby," Gina said as she started to walk forward towards the tent. Aerin got up from his seat, but in an instant grabbed his Father’s sword and stepped out from the tent. Once outside, he pointed it towards the High Orc. Seeing this she stopped, and all those she'd been speaking to froze as well. Hands went to weapons and spells as Gina's expression darkened, and her hand lazily fell on her weapon as well.


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The Shadow’s Bitch (Worm)


Premise: Male!Taylor with shadow bug powers is Futa!Sophia’s Sissy Slut.


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For the millionth time, Taylor cursed his horniness as he grabbed at his caged cock. He did his best to keep from biting his lips to keep from messing up his lipstick, but it was no use. The plug that Sophia had him put in, plus time he’d been in his cage was certainly getting to him as he fidgeted in the alleyway.


He’d been in it already for more than a whole week, and his desires were getting to him. Sophia having kept him locked up and chaste this whole time. Nothing for a whole week as she smirked and chortled over his predicament, the closest he ever got was her “checks.” Those checks in reality were her sliding up to him, her hands sliding under his clothes, one to a nipple, and another to his cage. One leg would slide between his thighs as she’d begin to tease him. After a week he’d almost started to whimper, the cage not secure enough to keep him from getting hard, and pulling his balls at the same time if he had forgotten to basically tie a thong for himself out of shoelace to keep the cage in place. 


Now she’d decided to change it up as she had him wearing the plug. He’d worn plugs before, even during their patrols. It was hot, and Sophia loved to tease him with them, pushing them in a bit further, wiggling them. Not enough to do anything but press into his p-spot and his cock would twitch from the sensation it would give. This one though, this one was mechanical. He’d learned it was different from the others after about twenty minutes into walking to his and Sophia’s meeting spot, when it’d started to vibrate.


Since then it’d only gotten worse as he kept getting teased. The plug would shift and change, starting off with some vibrating, and then shutting down, before it’d then begin to thrust. The thing must have cost Sophia a pretty penny as it drove itself into him just right to have his caged dick as hard as it could be in its cage, the thing twitching as pleasure spread into his core. Seeing no one around, Taylor let out a little moan as the thrusting continued, his hips shaking a bit as he kept getting fucked by Sophia’s toy. Hopefully she’d show up soon.


And then speak of the devil and she shall arrive. One moment he was leaning against a wall, the next there was a set of hands on him. Both were below, one pressing the plug in further, making him moan a little, while the other slid into his panties, her fingers sliding across his cage, and brought up the pre cum dripping from his caged cock. He knew what she wanted already and Taylor opened his mouth. Sophia slid her fingers in as Taylor moaned around them, licking them and drawing his pre in to taste it. After a few seconds, Sophia got bored and pulled herself out of the wall. While he couldn’t see it due to her costume, he knew she was smirking at him. He could also see she was still giggling at his costume, the one she’d forced him into.


Not that he really minded. His costume let them do all kinds of kinky stuff. The frills of the skirt hid his chastity with ease, the plug in his ass, the corset was annoying but he kind of liked it, plus they were stiff enough when Sophia wanted to she could stick little bullet vibrators on his nipples and no one would be any the wiser.


Except for maybe Armsmaster but he was a dick.


“So Shadow Slut, how was the walk?” Shadow Stalker asked using her preferred name for him. Taylor blushed, and of course played the part for her, his hands coming together as he shifted in place. It was their extra kinky little games while beings capes. The dark and mysterious Shadow Stalker, and her sidekick the equally dark and mysterious magical girl that everyone knew she was fucking due to videos online of them doing it in the alleyways a few times.


Funny enough the frills covered enough they’d yet to figure out that he was a guy. 


Thankfully the PRT had given him a better name: Tall Shade. It wasn’t much better in truth, but it was more appropriate than Shadow Slut for when the Wards and them would meet up to patrol together.


“Hot,” was all Taylor said, making sure to modulate his voice to sound feminine as Sophia giggled, her hand slipping to her belt while Taylor’s breath caught. Within a second Sophia had unlatched her belt, and pulled her pants down. From below, out sprang a thick, hot cock. Taylor could barely contain his smile as he stared at the thing, having to swallow a bit.


“Thought it’d be. How about we heat it up a little bit more hmm?” she asked as she stroked her cock. The pillar of black flesh standing up tall as Taylor nodded before falling to his padded knees. He wasted no time, his hands reaching out, one hand cupping Sophia’s honestly massive balls, while the other went to her dick. Taylor couldn’t help how his breathing grew heady and heavy. He could feel his heart already racing. As he touched the black futa, he felt the plug in his ass shift, rewarding him for servicing her. The thing started to fuck him again while vibrating, the plug driving right into his prostate again, and already he knew he’d be a leaking mess by the end of this patrol. Hell, he'd be one before it even started!


Taylor shuddered at the thought, smiling as he looked up at Sophia. The black girl looking down at him as he touched her, before he finally wrapped his black lips around her shaft. Sophia groaned as he did so, having to hold herself against the wall as he started to blow her. He knew she’d been waiting for him, the futa had gotten addicted to his lips after only a single blowjob one time in the school bathroom. With practiced ease, Taylor started to bob his head, his tongue sliding all around his cape partner’s cock, paying special attention to her head. Sophia continued to groan and moan in her cute feminine way. She hated that she did so, but Taylor loved how expressive she was. It let him now he was doing a good job as he licked and sucked on her thick futa cock. 


“Fuck girl, you always give me the best blowjobs,” Sophia said, her hand landing on Taylor’s masked head, more holding on than directing him as he started to go lower and lower on Sophia’s fuckstick. The rod of warm flesh easily sliding down further from Taylor’s blowjob practice before he got his powers. He already knew she was getting close to cumming, and rather than waste her seed, Taylor pushed his face further into her. Within a few seconds Sophia’s hand gripped into Taylor’s hair as he slid her cock down his throat, Sophia moaning explitatives as Taylor started to bob his head on her thick dick, deepthroating her cock until he could feel her started to twitch. 


“Ah, ah, fuck slut I’m going to cum~!” Sophia cried, her balls pulling up into her and they started to pulsate. As she started to cum Taylor pulled back until her head was only just in his mouth, and he started to suck hard on the futa’s lower head. Sophia cried out, as she started to cum, warm, thick sperm spurting out in droves as Taylor greedily lapped it up, his own moan joining Sophia’s as he started to drink. He’d grown used to Sophia’s cum now as time had gone on, her training him on it since they started this little relationship. Now he could barely live without it as he started to drive his fingers into her pussy while massaging her balls. Sophia howled as he started to torture her, prolonging her orgasm that started to overwhelm her mind. His childish revenge maybe as he slurped her up more. Sophia started to struggle but Taylor let his shadow powers start to manifest, his minions appearing and holding Sophia still as he continued to suck until Sophia’s legs gave out. 


Sophia fell back, her dick still out, little spurts of cum getting on her costume as Taylor crawled forward, breathing hard, his cock straining in his cage as the toy in his ass continued to fuck him silly. He could feel now that he was dripping like a faucet, his hips shaking and his ass clenching down on the toy. His blush was no doubt easy for all to see as he crawled to Sophia while his shadow demons held her down. He wanted her so bad, he wanted to ride her cock and fuck himself on her as-


“God damn it Shadow Stalker,” he heard a cry from behind him as Taylor looked to see Glory Girl standing there with her arms crossed, a heavy blush on her face and her dick getting hard under her skirt. Behind her was her cousins Laserdream and Shielder were there as well, the two behind Glory Girl blushing up a storm as they stared at him and Shadow Stalker.


Oh right, Shadow Stalker said they’d be hanging out with New Wave today…


“Shadow Slut, ah, I’m going to fuck, hah, fuck your ass into next week~” Sophia weakly tried to say as she lay there on the alleyway floor.


At least there was a positive in all of this.


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Poon for the poon throne!


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