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There was no one word that could adequately describe everything that was Naomi. Perhaps the sum of deadly, merciless, cold and calculating would be a start, but even then, there was a depth to her that few would ever properly scratch the surface of.

One of those depths was being plunged by a tongue, slick and eager, yet somehow defiant.

"You know, I'm _well_aware of how skillful you are with your mouth, Dom. You're holding out on me, and I don't appreciate it..."

The only gap in her tight, form-fitting suit of latex was the one made to let her womanhood breathe, but the top was unzipped, allowing her breasts to bounce and heave when she was forced to suck in a breath.

All said, she was making Dom work for every little squeal that she uttered, and his jaw was starting to cramp as his own saliva drippled back down the underside of his chin.

"There isn't a bitch in the galaxy that could last this long," Dom groaned, though his muffled voice sounded nothing like the complaint he tried to utter. It was all to his benefit; he couldn't move a muscle, and his backside was already sore from the strain of the pose he was being kept in.

He'd never have gone to his knees willingly before Naomi, but the lioness seldom allowed her hybrid capture to get up, much less move around with any impunity. She'd put him there to start with, and took truly sadistic pleasure in keeping him there, and keeping him busy.

His quivering thighs were beginning to burn with the strain of his sprawled form, but the long, thick sex toy on the floor of the prison cell was all the motivation that he needed to keep his body leaning forward. His tail was bound and lifted, tied to a small chain that kept the appendage hoisted, and any time he began to slump back, he felt the rounded tip of a fake cock teasing at his exposed asshole, threatening to spear him without an ounce of remorse.

To say that Naomi's reputation for cruelty was earned might have been an understatement.

"I'm sure you were singing my praises just now," Naomi grumbled under her breath, able to hear the defiance in Dom's voice, even if the kneeling hybrid was still getting a mouthful of her delicious cunt. "You wouldn't want to risk me pushing you over, would you?"

One paw kept a tight hold on the leash that made it clear who Dom belonged to, and the other hovered on his shoulder, threatening to push the coyshepski back if he refused to obey. He was in a position where ignoring orders was difficult enough, but if Naomi fell short of utter satisfaction, she had no problem giving a playful shove, knowing that was all it would take to topple the exhausted hybrid.

Even a teasing nudge with her digits was enough to make Dom stiffen his tongue and reach deep within her sex, teasing the tight, clenching walls of her vaginal cavity...but it was nowhere near enough to earn him his freedom.

"T...that's what I thought," she rumbled with obvious delight as her paw lifted from the canine's shoulder and casually brushed some of the locks of soft crimson from her view; she wouldn't be denied the sight of her favorite prisoner being so thoroughly humiliated. "So much for those vows of honor and integrity that you Star Patrol nerds take, hm? It can't be all that honorable to sit there and slurp at my cunt while I tug on your leash...and you've got a fuckin' hard-on, to boot!"

The warm, feminine scent and delectable flavor that eased from her folds was such that any male would struggle to contain the excitement between their legs, and Naomi was still convinced that Dom held some form of admiration for her, even if he refused to admit it when he could, and couldn't admit it at the moment with his muzzle soaked by her liquid desire.

Her body was stunning, and her personality was like a falling star; frightening to see at first, and then awe-inspiring for having known of it.

Her power, however, might have been what allured Dom the most.

"Been at least a week since I've let you cum, too," Naomi was quick to point out. She lifted a boot-covered footpaw and pressed it against the underside of his throbbing length, and watched carefully, waiting until she could see a tiny bubble of precum forming on the tip of his canine flesh. "Do you think you've earned a release, just yet?"

Ears folded back as Dom refused to nod or shake his head; getting him to stop his work was just one of her tricks for a further punishment, and he'd come to learn to avoid it, by then.

He still didn't know all her tricks, and wouldn't have guessed that the stain of his precum on the leather of her boot would be enough to prompt another level of agony.

"You might have been right, Dom...but just look at the horrible mess you made of my boot!" she yelled at him, and though her technique was masterful, the hybrid could faintly tell that her anger was forced. "Here I thought that you were finally starting to learn your lesson. It's almost regrettable that I have to fuck your sorry ass again..."

There wasn't even a _hint_of regret in her voice. No matter how Naomi tried, she couldn't keep the devilish grin from curling upon her muzzle, and the tip of her tongue slipped through as she pulled back from Dom's face, admiring the tiny strings of her juices that dangled from his lips, as if he were begging to stay close to the comforting warmth of her sex.

"You...d-don't have to do _anything._You want to."

Dom knew that his protest was foolish. Aching muscles, panting lungs and a bruised ego overwhelmed his usually better judgment, creating the greatest satisfaction that he'd known in some time.

Naomi couldn't believe that he had the audacity left in him to smirk up at her, but his lips stayed curled in defiance as the smile ran from her muzzle.

"Implying that I'm attracted to you is a dangerous move, Dom. I don't think you're ready for that kind of punishment."

"I'm sure that you are," Dom continued to insist. "I know you are. Why else would you be in here every fucking night? You're nearly obsessed with me."

Snickering at his own words, the hybrid could already feel the phantom sensation of pressure against his tailhole, preparing for Naomi to push him back onto it. Her lips thinned, her empty paw clenched, and she tugged on his leash simply to wipe the smirk off his face...but she didn't push him over.

The intricate system of bondage that kept his arms bound behind his back, his knees bound to the floor, and his tail hoisted away was quite versatile, and even after a few weeks of different positions, Dom wasn't sure that he'd experienced all the poses that Naomi could cook up.

Naturally, he wasn't wrong.

"You...have my admiration, Dom," Naomi whispered, a hint of frustration lacing the quiet words. "Your bravery is truly inspiring, and exactly the kind of thing the Star Patrol claims to promote. They were lucky to have you."

A compliment from Naomi, especially one of such a high regard, should have given Dom a warm and comforted sensation inside.

Instead, he gulped down a lump of nerves as Naomi's fangs began slipping through a newly formed grin. Her steps were slow and measured, giving her just enough time to walk around his side and out of his range of vision before she spoke again. "Your intelligence is clearly lacking, however...because you continue to defy me, no matter what I throw at you!"

Dom finally did feel a push, but his body fell forward instead of backward, and only the restraints that hung from the ceiling kept his face from slamming against the floor. Ropes and leather rapidly churned, and chains jingled as his body came to a sudden halt, the tip of his muzzle mere inches from the cold, metal grates below.

"And your precious Star Patrol...they can't save you now. They never will," she reminded him, uncaring of if he was actually holding onto that hope or not. "You might have belonged to them once before, but you belong to me now, and I'm going to make damn sure that you never speak out of line again!"

Naomi didn't think Dom would run, even if she gave him the chance. This far along in their unusual and twisted relationship, she imagined that she could be completely honest with him about her attraction, and give him the chance to be on top, for once.

Constantly putting him in his place and dominating every aspect of his life was just too much fun to give up.

"I gave up on the Star Patrol ever coming to get me a long time ago," Dom admitted, "But I'm nowhere near giving up on my dream of leaving this place forever..."

"I know, Dom. I know. You're a dreamer of the most dedicated fashion, refusing to let anything dim your unrealistically brilliant vision of what the galaxy is," she taunted him. "No matter how I try to educate you about how dark things really are, and the way things really work, you keep clinging to those pathetic dreams of what _could_be...instead of accepting my generosity, here."

Dom flattened his ears as he continued staring down into the floor grates. "I'm not sure how you could ever call this generosity."

Trapped and staring down, the hybrid didn't see that Naomi was guiding a sex toy into her nethers. He had no idea that she was biting her lower lip to cover up the pleasured grunt of a subtle penetration as a large, egg-shaped bulb eased into her slippery folds. Her inner muscles clenched on it gleefully, and Naomi could hold back her desires no more.

"I'm calling it generosity because I'm using lube," Naomi claimed. "I didn't have to do that for you."

Dom was completely aware of the game Naomi was playing with him. Nothing she did was ever quite enough to break him in the way she wanted, and he was starting to wonder how much of it was her domination, and how much of it was her keeping him around for a convenient vessel to exercise her sexual frustrations on.

In a different situation, he would be flattered to have been captured by such a stunning beauty for the purpose of sexual acts...but she constantly made sure that his self-worth was deflated just enough to keep him from growing a real attraction to her.

If not for all of that, his gasp as the cool, lubricated tip of the fake cock touched against his forcibly exposed pucker might have been one of genuine delight.

"You don't h-have to do any of this," Dom reminded her, knowing that he was only getting himself into deeper trouble for saying so. "You've nothing to gain from torturing me...nothing to gain from keeping me here, and nothing to gain f-from fucking me in the ass!"

Just as the smooth, rounded tip began spread Dom's tailhole open, Naomi hesitated at those defiant words, and smirked inwardly.

"The amount of pleasure I derive from everything you just mentioned is worth more than any currency or bounty your precious Star Patrol could ever provide me, Dom."

Naomi was brilliant at blurring the lines between her sultry, domineering personality in the bedroom, and her genuine passions in life. Her tone was such that Dom couldn't be sure if she was being serious about that or not, and it haunted him as she pushed the rest of the tip inside.

"If they were right outside the ship with cannons ready to fire and we had nowhere to go...I'd fuck your little ass into submission as we drifted into the depths of oblivion. It's mine."

There was nothing forced in her words; no script that she could be mentally reading from. Her voice was passionate, her thoughts organic, and her movements slow enough to allow Dom the courtesy of adjusting to having his inexperienced backside filled up with fake, pliable silicone.

Now, it was his mind that was a little bit confused, and he chalked it up to Stockholm Syndrome for the moment. "L...like hell it is," he tried to protest, believing that his own body still belonged to him, even if Naomi was keeping it in a cell. "You don't own a-any part of me!"

His body was struggling to relax, and his lack of experience was shining through as he continued to clench around the first couple inches of the toy. The lioness easily could have plowed right through it, but she knew what kind of damage that would do to his inner workings, and she didn't want him physically broken.

She just wanted him mentally trained and kept by her side.

"There's the dreamer in you again, Dom," Naomi groaned, rolling her eyes even though she was smiling at him. "The moment I captured you, your entire body became my own. Every inch of your flesh is mine to control; to do whatever I want with. Just because you haven't grasped that concept yet doesn't mean you get to argue it."

Naomi grasped something else, as well, as she leaned over the back of his body. The pinned, kneeling hybrid felt her covered breasts pressing into the small of his back as she reached around his thigh and gripped the base of his cock, and though his ears flattened in shame, Naomi's own perked with delight at what she found.

"It's...n-not what you think..."

She giggled, taunting his lies with a knowing tone. "Is that so? I'm just holding a thick, soaking cock purely by coincidence?"

She squeezed her digits tight around the flesh, going one step past pleasurable and wrapping it right back to mild discomfort. Dom shuddered and wiggled against his restraints, but he knew that escape was impossible, only being able to hope that she wouldn't do something even more sinister to his member.

"N-no, it's...it's not that!"

"I don't appreciate you lying to me, Dom," Naomi whispered into the back of his flattened ear, her hips beginning a very slow pace as she bucked at his backside. At first, her paw was actually stroking his cock in time with her movements, but he could almost feel her grin returning, and her sadistic nature taking over. "You're loving this, whether you like to admit or not...so you'd better moan for me and tell me how bad you want me to fuck your little ass!"

Her orders couldn't have been much more domineering, and again, the shivering hybrid could hear the passion in her voice as she continued to hold the base of his dick. It _was_enjoyable, even with the uncomfortable pressure against his penetrated asshole, but he didn't dare to admit that to her.

To start, he merely shook his head 'no' and did his best to relax, knowing the resistance of his anal passage was only going to make his pain worse.

"I wasn't asking, Dom. I was demanding," Naomi reminded him. "Tell me that you love it when I fuck your ass, or this evening is gonna get a lot worse for you very soon!"

Dom wasn't numb to the treatment, or to the pain. He wasn't immune to her actions, but he hardly carried the strength to fight back against her whims, anymore.

Equally, he barely had the strength to comply with her demands, but he refused to share that energy with her, even then. He was stubborn as a bull, even knowing that it was going to bring greater pain into his life.

Maybe her tricks are working on me. I should just fucking do it...do I want the pain? He wondered, getting into his own head, just the way that Naomi hoped he would.

In the end, stonewall pride won the day. "Go f-fuck yourself, Naomi."

His range of motion was limited, but Dom could just turn his head enough to show her that he was grinning. He half expected her to slap him across the muzzle for his response, and tired as he was, he hoped she might just knock him unconscious and leave him for the evening.

Nothing so forceful as that was going to happen, but Dom knew he was in for something for being so defiant.

"Happily would, but I'm too busy fucking you already," she was glad to remind him. "And for that little remark, I'm done going easy on you."

Dom noticed at the beginning of their evening that Naomi's suit had been modified to leave the crotch out. It looked the same as her usual outfit otherwise, and he couldn't be sure if it was just the way the material was stitched together that allowed her to make such a quick change.

He wouldn't have guessed that the slim strip of latex was still close by. He wasn't even thinking about it; he was grinning like a clown, knowing that he struck a chord in the lioness, but she returned the favor by leaning fully over his body, until her hips pressed into his backside, penetrating him with every inch of the foreign toy.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Naomi cautioned him, as she picked up the fallen latex from the floor and stuffed it into Dom's open, whining muzzle. "Because that's the last gentle thrust you're gonna get."

Dom could instantly taste the remnant scent of Naomi's cunt upon the latex that was forced into his muzzle, and bands wrapped around the underside of his jaw, keeping it in place and gagging him with her flavor as she continued to work. She'd given him every chance to have a better night than he was going to, and despite the intensity and lust in her eyes, there was a subtle glaze of disappointment at his foolish choices.

Before then, her thrusts were so delicate that even Dom's sensitive ears had trouble hearing them.

The thick, fleshy PAP of her hips careening with his bare backside as she pounded in again was much louder than he could hope to ignore, and eyes winced tightly shut as she immediately reeled herself back for another go. The pace wasn't as quick as she could manage, but each thrust was terribly deep , and the impact created a pressure within Dom the likes of which he'd never known.

A paw grabbed at his lead once more and tugged back on the leash, forcing out a muffled groan from his stuffed muzzle. His body trembled with a confusing blend of pain and pleasure in the restraints as Naomi continued to pick up her pace, but she never gave his depths a break, thrusting only when she knew that she could give him every inch of the toy.

"Bet you wish you would have moaned for me like a good little bitch now...bet you wish you would have just admitted how much you love your mistress fucking your slutty little ass!" With the growing intensity of her thrusts, Naomi became more active herself, moving from a passive and teasing lioness to an aggressive and powerful dominatrix. "You just had to do things the hard way...perhaps that's how you like it? Maybe you're just a f-fucking freak, hm?!"

Her tone was nearly angry with Dom, as if there was something darker within her that she blamed him for bringing to the surface. His mind was clouded to the point that he couldn't be sure, and as the thrusts racked up in count and his tailhole began to adjust to the unusual, but enjoyable sensation of being completely stuffed with a fake length, Naomi made things even harder for him to handle.

Her free paw was squeezing the side of his ass for leverage, but pawtips moved with all of the weight of flower petals as they tickled around the side of his hip and brushed the underside of his shaft once more. Dom's cock throbbed with purpose against the touch, and precum oozed eagerly from the tip as his body revealed how close he was to orgasm, even if his voice couldn't do the same.

If he wasn't willing to admit his pleasure to her, however, Naomi would keep the same from him. Even as each thrust pushed the egg within her womanhood further up, and the ridges on the front of the toy wiggled and teased against her proudly exposed clit, she refused to cry out with the orgasmic delight she was starting to feel. Fresh arousal poured down along the base of the toy as she began to climax around it, and though she knew he'd feel her body shuddering against his own, she didn't dare to vocalize the bliss of her release.

"Feels like you're g-getting close," she trembled over her words, knowing that each pass of her lips threatened to leave her crying out with ecstasy. "You gonna cum for me, Dom? You g-gonna fucking squirt your seed all over yourself like a n-naughty little bitch?"

Gods, I want to...I wanna cum so bad, Dom refused to vocalize the thought, or even try to do so with the gag in place. He was drooling and panting around it, surprised that he could experience such pleasure from being penetrated as he was, but it made his cock terribly sensitive, and just those two pawtips stroking back and forth on the underside of his length was enough to leave him right at the edge of his climax.

It was unclear if Dom or Naomi was filled with more regret as she finally pulled herself free from his clenching, gripping tailhole. She leaned back on her knees and panted, watching as his pucker gaped, still trying to grab onto the now absent toy as if it needed to be filled.

"Too fucking bad."

Naomi did a great job of masking the disappointment in her voice. She might have made him clean it up with his tongue, or even sleep in the mess of it all, but she wanted to see his seed that evening...this time, it was her pride, rather than his, that denied them a mutual pleasure.

"You'll learn to respect me eventually, Dom. You'll figure out what your place here really is," she claimed, as she stood up on shaky, trembling legs and tried to brush her crimson locks back into place with a paw. "When that time comes, perhaps you'll find that I'm not such a bitch after all..."

A quiet schlip followed as Naomi pulled the toy from her sex and tossed it down to the floor, still covered in her juices. She pulled the gag from his muzzle and reattached it to the rest of her suit without ever bothering to clean it off, and it took all her restraint not to wink at him, or even smile thankfully for the warm delight of his saliva on the latex.

"I'm waiting for you to figure it out, Dom. It doesn't have to be this way."