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A Punishment Without Relief

Chapter 2: No Friends Around

For Sinister

By Draconicon

After the security guard's departure, Ardanis wanted to shout at his wife. He wanted to yell at her, to blame her for getting him into this, for punishing him for something that he had only done a few times. It hadn't even hurt their finances that much. The cat wanted nothing more than to rip into her, to show her how much she had scared him and hurt him by forcing him into this whole arrangement.

Except...he couldn't.

He stared at the ceiling as he went through the situation in his head. He had managed to fuck up his whole marriage by essentially throwing it out the window because she was doing better than him. He'd gone to other people, being a man over them so that he could feel better about himself, rather than doing anything with his wife who might have been very happy to make him feel like her man.

Then again, maybe she wouldn't have, but now he would never know. He had fucked up way too badly to make up for it that easily.

She was still wandering around the room, humming to herself, the cowgirl holstaurus smiling as she leaned over the bed.

"You know, you still smell like him," she said with a chuckle.

"Mmmph...not my fault..."

"He used you good, didn't he?"

"Don't remind me."

"Oh, I will. And I will remind you over, and over, and over again, even after you learn your lesson."

"Why? Why are you doing this to me, huh? How is this fair?"

"How was what you did fair to me?"

He didn't have an answer for that. He lowered his head to the bed again, sighing as he kept staring at the ceiling.

The nanobots had already recreated his clothing, covering him in a jumpsuit that pushed his cock forward and left it feeling like it was a little ball in the front of his clothes. It bobbed up and down, not quite looking like a hard-on, but the dick was still very visible compared to the balls.

God, this is the worst thing to be wearing in a place like this. It's just a walking advertisement.

Pop. Ardanis lifted his head, looking down at his chest. A list of prices had popped in, ranging from a blowjob for five credits to a deep-cleaning rimming session for two hundred.

"What the fuck?!"

"I'm just seeing how it looks on you, dear. I haven't decided to make it permanent. Yet."

His wife waved her hand, and the prices disappeared, but now that he knew that she could summon them at will, a chill ran up and down his spine. She could turn him into a whore without even trying, particularly here, where it seemed to be completely legal.

He needed to find some way to get off of Paradise before they turned him into one forever. Who knew if there was a way for her to assign him to the station for good, but if she could, he knew that she was angry enough to consider it a real option. He needed to get off before she decided to try.

Before he could push the thought any further, the door to their room opened again. Despite having been good for over an hour, the demon creature looked no different from when he had been using the cat before.

"Ah, you're still here, good." Kani chuckled. "I've been asked to escort you to the lounge on the top side of the station."

"Top side?" Naira asked.

"Well, it would be north if we were on the planet, but considering that we're constantly spinning, top-side works better."

"I see. Well, I imagine that this will be quite interesting. Ardanis, up."

The nanobots moved him more than he moved himself. He was lifted to his feet, marched to the door, and made to fall in step behind the other two as they walked down the steel gray halls.

He half-expected them to head through the same entertainment and shopping area that they'd passed through on the way to the living quarters, but apparently that was the wrong direction. Instead, they traveled through one tunnel, entered an area that was split between casinos and shadowed alleys, and then passed through it towards the next area nearer the rim of the station.

"What was that, by the way?" Naira asked.

"That's basically Space Vegas," Kani explained. "Whatever you want to do there, you pretty much can."

"Mmm...could I sell my husband on the street corner?"

"You could sell him for a hunting party to chase down, if you wanted. Hell, if you decide to, let me know. I want to be part of that group."

Ardanis gulped. The fact that he could be auctioned off that easily was not reassuring, nor did he entirely like the idea of 'hunting parties.' It sounded like something that could easily go bad for him very, very quickly.

As they continued through the tunnel, he started growing more aware of the cameras that were embedded in the walls. They weren't the old-fashioned, swiveling sort, but rather the kind that were pushed into the walls, leaving a glass bubble for them to look out of at any given time. They were following him and the rest of the group, he was sure, probably tracking them due to the emptiness of the station at the moment.

He fought the temptation to wave at them and continued on.

Eventually, they reached a large, open space. It was a three story club of sorts, mostly quiet, save for the androids and robots that seemed to be part of the cleaning crew. He walked around one person-shaped one, only to hear a voice from one of the upper levels.

"Do I hear the sound of a bad-mannered oni?" a feminine voice said.

"Ah, you hear me well. I bring the guests you requested, Ambrosia," Kani said.

"Then bring them up already. I'd like to see some of the new guests. Particularly the one that you vouched for, naughty one."

Vouched for? That was another thing that he didn't like the sound of.

They were led up the twisting, winding stairs along the sides of the various levels of the club. The first floor looked more like it was built for dancing, while the second for eating and lounging about. At the top -

"Wow..."

Naira was the one that said it, but they were both thinking it as they saw the great window that spread across the wall. It must have been angled to be invisible from the floor level, but up here, it ran right down to the railing of the third floor, letting anyone sitting at the small tables or the bar against the back wall look out at the stars and see the grand expanse of outer space.

For a moment, it even let him forget just how screwed he was here on the station, and it was a gift that he would appreciate greatly in the coming months.

"Helloooooo."

Clap clap. He turned his head towards the sound, then stared at the source.

It was a plant woman, as far as he could tell. She was completely green-skinned, and her hair looked like something that would be drooping from a bush in terms of the green leaves and thick fronds that draped down the back and sides of her neck. Her tail had a flower for a tip, and the air around her...

One thing was for sure. She was an alien, and she was doing something. He was already lightheaded, groaning and rubbing his forehead, and he only realized that Naira was doing something with his clothes when he felt a slit open from the back of his outfit, just under his tail, all the way to his balls.

He yelped, reaching down to cover himself, only for Kani to grab his hand and pull him forward. He grunted, almost falling over from the sudden lack of balance, but the other woman was already looking at him, the green-skinned lady pulling him closer.

"So, you're the new Relief Specialist, hmm?" she asked.

"Well, um..."

There was a scent in the air, something floral, but warmer than just the smell of a garden. He didn't know what to think of it, almost like it was pushing down at his worries, keeping them from rising too high despite how he was feeling right at the moment. He swallowed, blushing a bit as he looked down at her cleavage.

"Um...I'm...that's what I am, yes."

"And what do you have to offer, hmm?"

"Well, he's got a hot ass," Kani said, smacking him hard enough to make him jump. His ass cheeks jiggled. How the hell did they jiggle?

"I can see that much, Kani. Now, why don't you get your hands off of him for a moment and allow the scientist to inspect the goods, hmm?"

The oni - so that was his species - nodded and stepped back, standing next to Naira. The cat turned to see what they were doing for a moment before the green lady pulled his head back to look at her.

"Ah ah. You are here for me right now. Let me see. What do you have between your legs?"

The question was a bit humiliating, but there was something to the smell in the air that made it hard for him to feel that worried, that embarrassed. The cat spread his legs slowly, feeling almost like he was back in the old situation that he had been in trouble for. The idea of having some pretty lady look at him down there was pretty hot, as was the idea of her being all impressed by his package.

He expected to get hard when she rubbed her hands over his junk, but instead...instead, he stayed completely floppy. Even when she grabbed him by the base of his cock and started flicking him around, his cock refused to rise up.

"Well, that's a little disappointing. There are times when a lady likes the idea of pollination."

"Well, um, I can get hard. I promise. I just need a little...motivation."

"And the motivation of these breasts are not enough for you?" she asked, pulling her hands up and bouncing them slightly.

The jiggle that they made should have been enough to get his cock rocketing to attention, but this time, it just remained flat and flaccid over his balls. It didn't even so much as throb as he looked at those lovely green breasts under the white jumpsuit.

What's going on? Are they fucking with me that much? he wondered as he looked down at his cock. He knew that there was some chastity going on, that his cock was aching to be hard in some ways, but at the same time, there was none of the tension that he was used to feeling down there. None of it, not even the slightest bit.

What the hell?

"Well, there are other ways that you can please. Turn around."

He did, thinking that she meant for him to get off the table. No sooner had he rolled onto his belly, though, than she pinned him down and pushed the slit in his jumpsuit to the side, one hand rubbing up in between his ass cheeks.

"Hey hey, what are you doing?!"

"Calm."

There was something to the way she said it, and the way that the air suddenly filled with more of her fragrant scent, that made him do just that. He calmed down, his head coming out of the clouds and back down to reality. He took a deep breath, let it out, and felt...better. Not good, but better.

She was rubbing his ass cheeks, parting them, then pushing them back together. His cheeks burned a bit, his cock hanging down loose and limp, and he should have felt some sort of embarrassment about that. Yet, he didn't. He just felt...comfortable.

His head swam as she ran her fingers along his pucker, feeling the gentle pressure along his backside that encouraged him to keep bent over, to enjoy the feeling of her working him up, feeling him up. The sensation of those fingers pressing against his pucker, the way that she was almost sliding into him, left him gasping slightly. He was still a bit sore from Kani, but her fingers were narrower, smaller, slighter. They might...

They might feel okay...

The thought was completely different to what he'd normally feel about anything going up his butt, but he was having a different kind of day. His cheeks burned as she pulled her hand back, though, almost feeling disappointed, and feeling embarrassed for feeling disappointed.

"Naira, this boy of yours is certainly well worth keeping. He has a more impressive hole than he does a cock, but that will work for the people on the station, I'm sure."

"That's what I was hoping," the cowgirl said. "I wanted him to learn how to take pleasure from being used, the way that he expected me to. Being used by him to fund that nasty little prostitution habit of his."

"Well, that will not be happening up here," the plant woman said. "My name is Ambrosia, by the way. I would have had you meet me at my lab on the station, but it's currently undergoing some renovations."

"Oh? New equipment?" his wife asked.

"No, new people being installed. It's a long story, but I need to make sure that there's plenty of room for experimental subjects."

It was hard to feel worried about the conversation, though Ardanis felt on some level that he should be. The sound of experiments in a lab, the fact that the lab owner would need subjects at some point...

That just felt like it was pointing right at him, and he kind of worried that he would be 'volunteered' for that before the year was out.

"But where are my manners? I have drinks for everyone."

The green woman stood up, and he had his first look at her body.

She was a curvy woman, with breasts that were just as big as they looked, and enough height to make her look more slender than she actually was. His eyes traced down her body, following it all the way to her hips, where she suddenly rounded out more, and there -

"Oh god..."

He ended up staring right at a fat package that was pointing forward more than his cock was currently capable of, with a heft and thickness and length to it that dwarfed his by more than twice what he had.

Oh god...she's one of those...those shemales or something, he thought, feeling a hint of panic that the drifting scent couldn't quite force back down. He wanted to pull back from her then, but he doubted that he would be able to get very far. Not now.

She walked over to the bar on the far side of the room, pulling some glasses out from the cabinets below. Ardanis, meanwhile, walked over to his wife, whispering in her ear.

"You're not going to...make me fuck her, right?"

"I could do that," the cowgirl said. "It would serve you right."

"Come on. You already had me get fingerfucked once."

"But you know that you deserve so much more than that, don't you?"

She turned her head to face him, her breasts bouncing, the glare of his wife suddenly returning with a heat that he had never felt directed at him before. He shrunk away from her as she laid into him.

"You know what you did to me. You know how much you tried to get away with. Do you really deserve any mercy after that much bullshit? I don't think so. Do you?"

"..."

He wanted to say that this was going overboard, but...he couldn't. She was right about the guilt, though. He had been feeling that ever since the very first prostitute. Not enough to stop, but enough to make it so that all the different meetings were tainted with the knowledge of what he was doing to her.

Lowering his head, he submitted.

She gestured again, and the nanobots that made his suit suddenly shifted. He was left in nothing but a bow-tie and a speedo, one that forced his cock up in a way that made the flaccid tip poke out through the waistband. His cheeks burned even hotter, knowing how exposed he was, and knowing that he couldn't do anything about it.

Ambrosia returned, bearing several glasses of a thick, milky white substance. He opened his mouth to ask what they were, only to feel a sudden blast of her scent at him, the thick, flowery smell burying his worries once more as he was handed the martini glass. Taking it without question, the cat tilted it back, giving it a taste.

It was flavored with something that was like...fruit. Like a fruit salad that had been liquified and chilled, and then poured out with a syrup added to it. It was thick and heavy, and surprisingly slippery and chunky at times. Not solid, just goopy, and sticking together in a very strange way.

He almost thought that it would have been better to drink it with a spoon rather than a martini glass, but he wasn't about to critique this woman. Not when she was already looking at him so sternly.

Kani laughed, though.

"What?" he managed to ask.

"What? Don't tell me that you don't know what that is."

"It's...a drink?"

"Heh, it's a drink, alright, but usually served a lot hotter."

"Kani, are you going to spoil the surprise for him already?" Ambrosia asked.

"Well, it's not like it isn't obvious. That smell of yours is probably the only thing keeping him from understanding what it is."

"Smell? What...I don't..."

Ardanis rubbed his head, looking down at the cup again. It was true that his head was running slow, feeling stuffed and fuzzy and funny, but he should have been able to understand this much, surely.

He looked at the cup closer, at the goo filling it. It did look familiar, now that he had a chance to look at it again. It was something that he must have seen very recently, something that he had had at home, maybe?

No, that wasn't it...

"Come over here, Ardanis," Kani said, and the cat allowed himself to be led away, his head fuzziness starting to clear the moment that they were further from the green woman. "You know, you aren't doing too bad for yourself. Hot and cute, and you got a wife that's letting you get dicked by all the big men on the station."

"That's...good?" he asked confusedly.

"Well, mostly good."

The oni led him over to the space window, letting him take a look out into the emptiness out there. The hint of stars were everywhere, the brightness not overpowering, but rather just...constant. Gentle. Guiding the eyes everywhere but never letting them settle in any particular place.

Then, he felt a hand on his ass, one that squeezed just hard enough to remind him of what his purpose was.

His next breath was free of the pheromones that had filled the air, and he spent it looking down at the cup again. This time, he instantly realized what he'd drunk, and he gagged as he dropped the crystal glass to the ground.

It shattered, the cum-load inside of it spreading all over the carpet and splashing along the top of his foot. The cat leaned forward against the space window, holding his hand over his mouth as he gagged, the cum that he'd drunk trying to come right back up again.

"Oh god...oh god, why'd she do that?"

"Because you were just asking for it," Kani said, smirking. The oni pressed up against him from behind, grinding his cock between the cat's ass cheeks. "Just like this is asking for a bit of a personal touch right now."

"You - come on, I sucked you..."

"You gave me a handjob. And now, I need a bit more. And it's not like we're not giving a show to some good friends. Look behind us."

He did, not entirely willingly. Sitting at the table behind them, Naira and Ambrosia were both watching. His wife had opened her jumpsuit, rubbing her fingers across her pussy, while Ambrosia -

Ambrosia had her cock out, and was stroking it good and hard. Her green thighs and ass were on full display, her jumpsuit having disappeared from below the waist. She was showing off everything from her ass to her balls, to her cock to her legs. She was enjoying being stared at, too, considering she was hammering a fleshlight up and down her cock with abandon, not bothering to look away, not bothering to look ashamed in the slightest when she noticed that he was watching her in return.

Oh god, can this get any more humiliating?

The answer was apparently yes, as the oni slipped up behind him and started grinding right between his ass cheeks. The cat's tail was pushed off to the side by the nanobots that were over and in him, his tail locked in place with a strange bondage strap that came out of nowhere, and his hole was getting 'kissed' by the thick red cock that was pushing up and down between his ass cheeks.

"Mmmph...please...not...not too hard, at least?"

"Heh, no promises, kitty."

Kani lined up, alright, and was soon grinding that slippery tip right against the cat's pucker, rubbing up against it, teasing it, forcing the head against the hot flesh. The cat gasped every time that he felt it rubbing against him, every time that he felt his rim starting to give, to pull in a bit further. He tried to clench down, tried to make himself tighter so that it would be harder for Kani to slide in, but the effort was all for naught.

Thrust thrust grind.

Thrust thrust grind.

Thrust thrust -

POP!

The sudden feeling of having something inside of him was more than Ardanis had prepared for. His eyes went wide, his hole clenched down, and he raised himself up on tiptoes, unable to believe just how wide and thick that cock was.

"Holy...mmmph...nnngh..."

He would have fallen down if it wasn't for the window in front of him. He slumped against it, instead, his floppy cock getting squished against the glass. The coolness of the clear barrier left his cock shrinking in a bit, trying to pull away from the cold, but it didn't work. Not with the oni behind him ever so eager to fuck his ass full of whatever seed he had to give.

Ardanis was bounced up and down against the glass, his ass plundered in a way that Naira had never threatened to do before. His eyes were wide, his hole was wider, and each thrust was hitting his prostate dead-on.

He hated it. He wasn't gay, he wasn't even slightly interested in cock, and for once, the fact that his cock was staying down was a slight blessing. It meant that he didn't look like as much of a slut as he was sure Kani wanted him to feel like.

But it didn't make it easier to take that dick. He grunted every time that it bottomed out inside of him, every time that he felt those swollen oni balls pressing against the back of his. The other male's hands were all over him, keeping him in place, making sure that he was doing what he was supposed to, keeping him bouncing, riding, fucking hard. He groaned every time that he felt that thick shaft bottom out, feeling the heat on his hole as it pulled away.

God, so thick, so big...

He couldn't believe that he was taking it. It had to be partially the nanobots keeping him from ripping apart. Or maybe Kani was just that good at fucking other people. Regardless, he groaned against the glass, biting his lips to keep quiet as the oni kept sliding in and out, in and out, his cheeks burning hotter than the sun.

Up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. That was the regular, fast cadence of the oni's fucking style, always opening him up that little bit more, always making him take that little bit extra. He could feel those balls pulling up against his backside, knowing that they were about to fill him up and leave him completely stuffed with oni cum.

Just a bit longer. Just a bit longer, and then he'd be done. He bit his lips, going so far as to squeeze down on the cock in his ass, trying to milk it a little bit, trying to get it to shoot sooner.

And it worked.

Ardanis gasped as he felt the first shot of oni cum blasting into his asshole, hot and thick and heavier than he thought that it would be. It squelched against his inner walls, and he felt it settling against him, filling him up, doing things that he had no idea that cum could do. He curled his toes against the carpet, took a deep, shaky breath, and waited for the other male to pull out of him.

When Kani did, it was a mess. He could feel that slippery seed sliding out of him, drooling down on the carpet, running down his legs. The cat did fall this time, landing on all fours, blushing every time that he felt a little bit bigger ball of cum sliding out of his pucker and onto his feet.

"Hey, he's not done yet," his wife said. "Drag him over here. I want to see him put his tongue to work for our good little scientist here."

"Mmmm, I have been wondering if he is any good down there," Ambrosia said.

Oh god...come on...you just...no...

But Kani was already dragging him along, and he knew that soon, he wouldn't have any choice in the matter.

He squirmed weakly, but his squirms grew weaker and weaker the closer that he was brought to the plant woman. He wasn't sure if it was the scent that was coming from her cock or the smells that were coming from her flesh, but it was pulling him down, leaving him unable to think of anything too seriously, or too anxiously.

By the time that he was shoved down on his knees in front of the table, his face almost right between her ass cheeks, he wasn't worried about anything. All he wanted was to do what he was told.

It burned at him, some humiliation still there, but he could no longer think of the reason for why the humiliation might be there in the first place. It just felt...weird. Good, weird, wrong, and all that was wrapped up in a futile twitching down below that couldn't quite develop into a hard-on.

Naira reached over, pushing against the back of his head, and Ardanis let himself get smothered in ass, his face buried in the big green cheeks, his nose pushing right under the balls where that pseudo-musk was strongest, and his tongue -

"Mmmph..."

His cheeks burned hotter as he realized that he was almost frenching the alien's hole, but he couldn't pull back, not with his wife's hand on the back of his head. And for that matter, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to.

Even though it was taboo, it was...kinda...sexy?

Just pretend...she's a lady?

The thought came as a question, as did just about everything else that he was thinking right at the moment. This one, however, had an easy answer. Her musk wasn't so strong as Kani's had been, not by a mile, and her balls were barely bouncing on his face in comparison. He could...he could pretend she was a skinnier Naira...

Yeah...that was nice. That was something he could do.

The cat dragged his tongue along her pucker, feeling it twitch beneath each and every lick that he gave. The alien woman moaned for him, her legs spreading wider to allow him more freedom to get at her sensitive pucker.

He was just starting to dig his tongue in there when Naira started whispering to him.

"How does it feel, hmm? To know that you'll not be fucking anyone anymore? To know that you're going to be a fleshlight and a pleasing tongue, and little else?"

Ardanis blushed, shivering at the thought. He tried to shake his head, but Naira pulled it up and down instead, forcing him to lick up and down along the alien's pucker.

"Oh, you like that, huh? I wonder, was this what you were doing with those prostitutes? Were you hiring them so you could just eat out their asses instead of fucking them? The way that you're so eager to bend over for Kani and lick this lady's ass, it feels like it to me."

His cheeks could not have been hotter, or at least, that was how it felt. He swore that he was warming her legs with his face, and Naira was making it worse.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. From now on, you'll have all the sweaty assholes, musky cocks, and dripping balls that you can handle. You'll never have to worry about getting it up for a pussy again. All you need to do is just bend over and take it like the bitch you are."

"Mmmph..."

"From now on, that's what you are, Ardanis. The Relief Bitch."

"Heh, I like the sound of that," Kani said. "But, uh, you might want to back up, Naira."

"Why?"

"Because Ambrosia's about to blow, and she usually pumps out a couple of gallons worth."

"Ah. Don't want to ruin the jumpsuit just yet."

Ardanis wished that he had the same urge to move back as the others did, but he didn't. He was far too lost in the situation, his tongue too deep in that green ass for him to be able to pull back. It was impossible for him to miss all the pre rolling down from her cock and fleshlight now, and there was the constant taste of fruit-cum all over her hole, all over his tongue -

"MMMMPH!"

And then through the air, splattering down on his back, coating him from head to toe in the messy gunk that she had been milking herself of. She pulled back enough for some of her load to land all over his face.

The one saving grace was that it still tasted of fruit. Unfortunately, this was much thicker, and much warmer. He couldn't pretend that it was anything but what it was.

"Mmmph...yes...I'll be ordering you from time to time," Ambrosia said.

Great...wonderful...

The End