A Punishment Without Relief 6: New Orders
#7 of A Punishment Without Relief
Things are getting worse and worse for the poor cat, but could things be looking up? His latest client is a therapist, a psychologist, so maybe, just maybe, there's someone that might look at this poor cat and see a way to help.
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A Punishment Without Relief Chapter 6: New Orders For Sinister By Draconicon
Slurp, slurp. Slurp, slurp. Suuuuuuuck. Slurp.
The sound of a cock being sucked was one that Ardanis was entirely too familiar with these days, and it was one that he wished could be applied to him. After all, his wife had the control to let him loose of his suit for a little bit, to give him some hint of pleasure like she used to. For a moment, the cat imagined that it was his cock disappearing down his wife's throat, imagining that it was him that was getting the pleasure reserved for the other person in their bed.
He could only pretend for so long, though, particularly as the sound got louder and there was no more pretending that he was asleep, or getting blown. Ardanis groaned, turning his head to look at the sight.
It was the cowgirl and Mina, of course. His wife had taken a shine to the minotaur, and there was no way that the big shemale would have turned it down, from what he had heard from the other security staff, and Kani in particular. The big girl was always looking for a partner that could handle her big cock, and Naira seemed to be one of the few on the station that could do it without the help of nanites.
Ever since that day when he'd gone down to service Francis and Kani together, Mina had been coming by every night and most afternoons. She slept with them, she fucked Naira in the bed that he shared with the cowgirl, and more often than not, he was the one that ended up cleaning the both of them before being allowed to sleep on the little corner of the bed, way off on the side away from the two of them. He was used to the feeling of being pushed away, but this was a whole new sort of humiliation.
His cheeks burned as he watched his wife's lips slide down a cock that was just...huge, her lips reaching the balls and giving them a little kiss before coming back up.
Down, up, down, up, the little slurping sucks of a messy blowjob filling the air. His cock twitched, but the commands from the nanites seemed to be keeping him completely soft this morning. He grumbled, slowly rolling to the side, looking away.
"Mmmph...oh, that's it...Naira, you got the best mouth on the station..."
The fact that his wife was getting complimented on being a slut didn't really help the situation, nor did the feeling of the bed bouncing slightly as his wife increased her blowjob speed. Up and down, up and down, sucking away -
"Mmmph!"
Until Mina finally blew her load. The spurting sounds followed by the desperate swallowing sucks that came from his cowgirl wife only made it worse, his cheeks burning as he could imagine what was happening all too well. The bulges in his wife's cheeks, the sudden swell in her throat, the way that she looked at her partner...
The way that she had once looked at him...
Shaking his head, he waited until the sounds were done, and then, and only then, rolled over to look at the pair of them.
Even with the massive load, his wife had done everything right. There was no splatter on the bed, no sudden mess besides the bit of cum still left on the minotaur's dick to clean up. He could still smell the musk in the air, of course. That was something that always lingered, a scent-mark that Mina seemed entirely too proud of when she was around.
As he breathed through his mouth to get the least of it, Naira turned to look at him.
"Looks like you've got a bit of clean-up before you head out for work this morning, dear."
"What kind of work today?"
"Something about the psychologist visiting the station. Not sure if she's full staff or just a visiting expert, but she's looking for some relief while she gets tanned today."
"...How much relief?"
"She didn't say, but she bought an anything package, so you better be ready to do whatever she wants. Just like usual."
Just like usual, he thought, shaking his head a few times. It was always like that, lately. Him doing the work, Naira getting the benefits, and him trying not to think about his wife getting fucked into the sheets over and over again by the strangers she kept inviting up.
Before he could leave the bed, Mina swiveled her hips, spreading her legs wide to show her big, furry balls. They were damp with sweat and cum, some little bits that Naira had missed, and the big bovine pointed down.
"You got this to clean up first, boy."
"Mmmph..."
He knew better than to complain. Everyone knew better than to complain when Mina had decided to focus on them. But it was still hard to lower himself and start sucking her off. There was little enthusiasm in it, at least at first.
He buried his nose in her balls, sucking up enough of her musk to make it hard to think. That was the one bonus to working with the males and shemales on the station. They all had a scent that made it hard to think of anything, hard to think of the bad stuff. It just made it a job, something to be done, and...
Well, sometimes it made it so that he could forget that he was working with people with a cock. It made him think that they were just people that wanted him. It made it okay to get horny with them instead of just...
He stopped thinking, starting to drag his tongue along those orbs instead, dragging it up along the sides, over the crease between the testicles, and then up to the shaft itself. It was already sagging, but his cleaning attention quickly brought it back up to a good size. He dragged his tongue over the head, tasting the pre-cum that was already starting to dribble from the little opening for the urethra, and then dropped down again.
Lick, lick, lick, pulling the taste of his wife's spit and the minotaur's cock into his mouth, swallowing it down without thinking about it.
By the time that he was done, the cat was sitting between a very aroused minotaur's legs, and the big girl was looking down at him with a grin on her face and a smirk for his work.
He didn't say anything. Instead, he got up from the bed, brushing his face off before looking back at his wife.
"Are you going to do anything to the suit today?"
"You're grouchy."
"Well...maybe a little."
"I'll just have to send you off with a punishment then, won't I?"
She tapped her wrist control panel, and suddenly, the nanites of the suit tightened. He gasped, his teeth grinding together as he felt the sudden clench between his legs, his balls being squeezed. Not hard enough to really cause extreme pain, or enough to make walking impossible, but enough to make sure that he didn't walk down the halls easily anymore. He shivered, panting, his knees knocking together as he tried to breathe through it -
"Nnngh!"
Only for another hit of stimulation. A plug forming out of the back of the suit, pushing into his ass. It was like some sort of latex or silicone, pushing his hole open and then pushing in deep. One, two, three, four inches, at least, maybe longer, maybe deeper. Six inches? Eight? At least eight, yes.
And as it pushed deeper, the latex spread, getting wider inside of him, forcing his rim open. It was like some sort of stretching tube, holding his ass open for a bigger cock to get inside, and he actually felt the cool air of their room pushing into him, sliding inside and touching his inner walls.
Oh god, oh god...
The feeling of being stretched out kept getting worse and worse as he fell to his knees, only stopping when it hit at least ten inches long inside of him and two inches thick. His breath came in harsh puffs, his eyes crossed as he looked up at his naked wife.
The holstaurus shook her head.
"You're supposed to go out there and make people happy, whore. You're supposed to get them to cum, and then get them to pay even more for the privilege of getting you a second time. Do you think we're going to keep this place if you're going out there all surly and angry?"
"Mmmph...you're the one...that's making me...do this."
"You signed the contract."
"You...you..."
"Now give Mina a kiss, and thank her for doing what you can't."
The cat groaned, dragging himself across the floor to the edge of the bed. He leaned forward, resting his lips against the minotaur's balls, and kissed them gently.
"Thank you...thank you for fucking my wife...and giving her...what I can't."
"Heh...any time, buddy," Mina muttered.
Ardanis turned his head, looking up at the flustered, annoyed woman that used to be his wife. He opened his mouth -
"Stop talking. You're not here for talking. You're here for fucking. Now, go out there and fuck. I have my own work to do."
Work. As in riding that cock. As in giving herself pleasure. His wife had become more and more selfish since she had found out that she didn't have to do anything but play with herself and do what she liked with the station staff. They liked her, wanted to use her, and they were more than happy to feed her ego while leaving him in the gutter.
Ardanis groaned as he forced himself to his feet, fighting to get used to the feeling of being penetrated while walking. It had been a while since he'd been made to use a butt plug, so that took a while...a very long while...
#
Every resort had a spa, and Paradise was no exception. Ardanis had been there a few times already with the company of his wife and whoever she had decided to treat for the day as her lover, but this was the first time that a customer had called him there directly. A good part of him was rather confused as to why they would want him to service them in a more public area, but he had little choice about whether he would do it or not.
When the staff pointed him to a private room, however, he imagined that it would be something like a happy ending. A blowjob, maybe a bit of roleplay, something along those lines.
Instead, he found himself walking onto a simulated beach as soon as he opened the door, the heat level of the room cranked up high enough to get him sweating right off the bat, and facing another feline in a bikini on a beach chair.
The lavender and purple woman pulled a pair of sunglasses down, looking over them as he walked over to her. She was a shorter woman, maybe five-foot-four, and she looked like she was weaker than most of the people that he was called in to service. He almost wondered if she'd have called him there to do something more...penetrative.
That idea went out of his head as soon as he rounded the chair and he saw that he was another one of the girls with dicks that seemed to love this station so much. Nothing wrong with that, and it was familiar. He looked down at the bikini bottom she wore, looking at the outline of large balls that looked like they were about to burst free, at the shaft that was pinned atop them, and then slowly looked up at her face.
"Um...I don't know where you want me to start," he said. "Could you..."
"No."
"What?"
"We're not starting with that. We're starting with names."
"...Okay."
He started to open his mouth again, but she was already running ahead, sitting up and folding her glasses as she did.
"My name is Andrea. I'm here on business, expanding my clientele as a sexual psychiatrist. I have made a name for myself planetside, and I'm seeking to spread that as far as possible, both on the terrestrial and galaxy level."
"A...sexual psychiatrist? Why are you calling a whore in, then?"
"Well, first, to see to my needs, of course. There is a great deal of stress to be had by dealing with other people's problems. Secondly, I want to make sure that my whore is doing well."
"I'm...well, you're not..."
He shook his head. There was really no point in arguing with clients. They were not the most reasonable people to begin with, and the last thing that he needed was to get a report of causing trouble. The feline knelt before the bigger chair, trying to get comfortable in the simulated sand beneath him, but it was not the easiest thing in the world when you were used to the hard deck of the ship.
Particularly when the simulation was, admittedly, a bit crap.
He kept shifting from side to side under the eyes of the other feline, trying to think of what to say. Eventually, she grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up.
"Start with your name, whore."
"Ardanis," he managed to mutter. "My name is Ardanis."
"And you work here as a Relief Officer. Yes?"
"Yes. Not my first choice, either."
"One of those 'didn't read the contract' people?"
He nodded. That was still beyond embarrassing, particularly with the way that his wife had basically trapped him into this. He should have been the one to enjoy himself here, not her. Even after all the stuff that he had pulled he should have had a chance to have fun here, not be the one that was making it possible for her.
Andrea chuckled, shaking her head.
"Not the first time that that's happened. Nor will it be the last, I'm sure. There's always husbands out there that are causing problems, and the station is all too willing to overlook the minor legalities if it means that they get free employees."
"Hmmph. Not much I can do about it. Besides...I know...I know that you can make me do anything you want. Just...tell me what you want, and I'll do it. Stop talking about me."
Stop treating me like I matter, was more what he meant. He had been tricked into this before, and he didn't want to feel something like that again. He didn't want to feel like there was a way to feel like a person instead of a whore again. Hope only hurt in the long run.
His customer looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, then stood up from her chair.
"Lay down."
"What?"
"Lay down."
Hoping that this wasn't some sort of trick, he did just that. As the feline stretched out over the beach chair, though, his client tapped at her wrist computer, and the nanites on his body suddenly opened up around the crotch. The relief of the squeeze down there was a serious one, and he groaned almost in pure pleasure from the feeling of his balls no longer being constricted by the nanites.
Another button push, and his cock suddenly got hard, thrusting up between his legs and showing itself off. He gasped, staring down at it -
"Now, let's get down to business, shall we?"
Andrea straddled him, her cock bulge rubbing against his, and he gasped under his breath at the direct cock stimulation. Yes, it was coming from another cock, but that cock was wrapped in satin and giving him one hell of a gentle rub, something that he hadn't had for a long time. Nobody bothered to give a whore a handjob, nobody bothered to see if he had gotten off.
Most people didn't want it.
As the strange, new stimulation started to get him all worked up, he watched the other feline's cock start to throb, coming to life beneath her bikini. It didn't take long before Andrea reached down and freed it, allowing it to flop out over his cock.
They were almost of a size, though she was thicker. He had been held down so long that he half-wondered if he might have once been longer, if he might have lost some inches over the time that he was kept in chastity, but the idea didn't matter now. As he was pinned beneath the female feline, as her cock ground against his and dripped pre over the tip of his shaft, all that mattered was making sure that she stayed happy.
And she seemed in a good mood already, so that probably would help.
"What...what do you want from me, then?"
"I want to see you happy. I want to see you being more productive and less depressed."
"I'm not...how can you be happy as a whore?"
"Not that hard, honestly. I used to be one."
That bombshell snapped him out of the pleasure that he was feeling real quick. His eyes went wide as he looked up at the feline again, his head shaking from side to side in denial.
"You? No way. That's impossible."
"You say that because you don't think you can ever stop being a whore. Not once you started. Yes?"
"Mmmph...maybe..."
She chuckled over him, patting his cheek as they continued to frot against one another, their cocks grinding off of one another, their heads touching right into those sensitive spots right under the tip. He shivered as she pushed down harder against his hips, grabbing his dick and holding it against hers firmly.
"You can make a lot of money as a whore. Enough money to pay off any contracts that you are under, if you know how to get the clients to pay you more. You can earn your freedom, and when you have that, you can keep all the money that you were giving to someone else.
"And when you have enough, you can burn all those bridges. Everyone that buys a whore has something to lose. Everyone that uses one has something that they don't want to come to light. And they'll be more than willing to pay to keep that from happening."
"What...are you...are you saying..."
"You could be free again. And I am willing to help you."
That seemed impossible. He had been buried by Naira's hate for too long. There was no way that he would ever be allowed to be free again, let alone free enough to have a good life. He shook his head, only to gasp as he felt the head of his cock get stroked.
Andrea was thrusting her cock against his, her thumb rubbing against the tip of his shaft, keeping him dripping, using his pre-cum as lube for herself. The sensation was...rather incredible, he had to admit, and one that he had a hard time thinking through. He had to focus hard to get anything to make sense when she was doing that.
"When your wife signed you up as a Relief Officer, she did one thing wrong. She left it as an open contract rather than a binding one."
"Does that...that mean...I can pay the station?"
"No. But it means that someone else can buy your contract off of her."
Buy the contract off of his wife. Someone else owning him instead of Naira. Someone else that was making him do things for other people, someone else that was forcing the prostitution to continue.
Oddly enough, that didn't sound as bad as he thought it would. It sounded like something that he could live with, something that he could make himself be okay with, because at least he wouldn't be dealing with his wife fucking around and making him feel worse.
It'd be a divorce, almost, something that would give him freedom to be himself once more. Sure, he'd still be in this humiliating situation, sure, he'd still be a whore, but it would be better than being shoved down again and again the way that he currently was.
Their position shifted slightly, and Ardanis gasped as he felt her cock slide all the way from the tip of his shaft, down to his balls, and then back up again. It was like she was touching him in the perfect way to keep him right on edge, dominating him with nothing but a bit of frotting and talking.
"If I do this, you will be my whore," she said, shaking her head. "However, we will negotiate a set of terms to make sure that you are working towards a final lesson, instead of simply keeping me in good conditions. You will be earning your freedom with every round, instead of just buying me jewelry."
"Sex toys."
"Pardon?"
"I'm...I'm not earning...my wife jewelry...I'm earning her...sex toys..."
"That makes some sense, I suppose. She is a hedonistic one."
"How..."
He gulped, shaking his head.
"How do you know...all this?"
"Let's say that there's a few people on station that have been helped by me in the past, and they let me know about a poor little whore that's being taken advantage of."
"Why do...why do you care?"
"Because I was a whore. And because I am...interested...in the effects that prostitution has on the mind. It is a study of mine."
Andrea chuckled, pulling back and slapping her cock down against his shaft.
"Now, I think we've had enough of a heart to heart, don't you? I think it's time that you start serving properly."
"May...may I..."
"Heh...may you cum?"
He nodded, blushing.
"If you can manage it in the next minute by humping my cock, you may."
There was no hesitation in the cat's mind for that. He grabbed both their cocks together, holding them tight as he started thrusting his hips. His eyes rolled back at the sudden heat that consumed him, his balls swinging forward hard and fast as he fucked the space between his fingers and he fucked her cock.
It was hot, slick, and hard, stiffer than he was used to grinding against, and he moaned under his breath as he pushed himself harder than usual. His eyes rolled back in his head, feeling the pleasure mounting.
It was almost like the feeling of getting his prostate hammered by Francis a while back, except that this was even better. Far, far, far better as he felt the pressure directly on his cock. His eyes started bugging out, his breath coming faster and faster.
"Twenty seconds," she told him.
He groaned, biting his lips as he thrust harder, faster, fucking his fingers. He squeezed tight, feeling the pre-cum from both of them slathering over his cock, pushing him right to the edge. Thrust, thrust, thrust -
And then suddenly, she pulled back. He groaned, arching his back, thrusting into the air like a manic animal, but there was nothing for him. Nothing to get him off. He felt the nanites wrapping around the base of his cock, forcing him to stay hard, keeping him from cumming since he took too long.
"Mmmph..."
He rolled off of the beach chair, hitting the floor and humping forward a few times. It took him almost half a minute to stop, the desperation between his legs begging to be let loose.
"Mmmph...nnngh..."
"You'll be allowed to cum later," Andrea told him, patting his back. "And I will make sure that, if you take my deal, you will be allowed to earn the chance to cum regularly. But you will always have to earn it. You will always have to do the tasks that I set you, and succeed, if you want to blow your load. Do you understand?"
"Mmmph...Will...will they be fair tasks?" he managed to ask.
"Fairer than the ones you get now."
"That's...that's all...I ask..."
"Good. I will make the request of the station later. For now, you have a little more work to do."
She moved around him, sitting down on the 'beach' and spreading her legs. Her bikini bottom was long gone, and her balls had dropped far enough to cover her asshole, leaving her cock fully on display. Her slippery shaft was obviously needy, and she twitched it deliberately at him.
"Get your mouth down here. I know it'll be the easiest cock that you've taken in a while, so don't disappoint me."
He had no intention of doing anything of the sort. This woman was offering him a chance to get the hell out from under Naira's clutches, and he was more than willing to do anything that she asked for a chance at that.
The feline lowered his head, sucking her cock into his mouth and running his tongue along the tip. He worked into that little spot just under the head, then swirled upwards, coming to a final little bit of pressure right at the urethra. He bobbed his head forward, taking half of her cock down his throat right then and there, then sucked all the way back, pulling off all of his pre-cum and whatever she'd been dripping, too.
He bobbed forward, back, forward, back, each time pulling a bit more of his mess off of her, cleaning her of her own in the process. He moaned under his breath, licking from her tip down to her base, and then back up to the top again.
Up and down, up and down, and as he went, he was surprised by something else.
She was clean. Not completely clean, but cleaner than Mina or Naira or Kani or anyone else that he had been forced to lick up. He blushed as he realized how much of a difference it made, how the lower levels of musk were not just appreciated, but rather...nice. Clean and sensual rather than hot and mind-melting.
It was a different experience, and he was falling head over heels for it, since it meant that he had a choice.
A whore, given a choice. It was a novel feeling.
As he bobbed his head back and forth, as he reached out and rubbed her balls to keep them churning, he could hear the occasional moan from above. She was enjoying herself, that much was obvious, and he was glad to hear the grunts and the huffs and the puffs that always came from his other clients. It meant, hopefully, that she was being impressed with him.
The cat shoved his face forward, sucking the entirety of her cock down his throat. It was a hell of a lot easier than Mina's had been, and he moaned under his breath as he felt her shaft twitching in his neck. The slight taste of pre-cum was milder than any of the other shemales that he had worked with, and he clenched, sucked, clenched, sucked.
And then...
She came.
He felt the spurts down his throat, felt the sudden squirting that ran down his neck and into his guts. Ardanis groaned, swallowing hard and fast, hoping to clear his throat so that it was easier for her, for him, for anything that needed to happen.
She thrust once, twice, bucking her balls against his face, but it was a mild impact at most. He endured it happily, sucking all the while.
Eventually, she stopped, resting her hand on his head before pushing him back. He swallowed one last time as her cock left his mouth, giving her a bit of a cleaning suckle, and then, she was standing before him.
"That was a good blowjob, I have to say. You've been trained well by your clients, but you can use a little more experience."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a certain elegance that you're missing. You're pushing to get it done quickly, and that can put some of your clients off. You want them to think that you want to be there, that you want them to use you. If you don't perfect that illusion, it makes it all business. Some people will keep bringing you back, but most of them will think 'I'll try someone that actually wants me.'"
That...made sense, in a weird, twisted sort of way. He remembered how he'd felt when Kani and Francis had used him, how it had felt to be bought and wanted that way, and he remembered how he'd acted in return.
The more one felt wanted, the more they were willing to do.
I need to...I need to learn that lesson, he thought. If I can do that right, then I can get clients that treat me nicer...people that treat me...like she does...
He couldn't believe that he was thinking of leaving his wife, but the need to be safe, the need to be cared for again, was almost overpowering.
Andrea patted his head, pulling him up to his feet.
"We'll talk about the contract more later. For now, you need to show me the other skills you have."
"Like...like what, Mistress?" he asked.
"Heh. Well, you at least know who is in charge."
She led him back to the chair, but rather than throw him over it - as he half-expected - she leaned over it herself, pulling her tail up and spreading her cheeks slowly. His eyes went right down to her pucker, and for a moment, he wondered if he was going to get lucky.
Unfortunately, the answer was no. She nodded over her shoulder at her ass.
"Let's see how well you can use that tongue for things besides a blowjob."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now, get in there and show me what you can do."
Getting on his knees once more, Ardanis leaned in towards that lavender and purple rump. Her pucker was a bright pink, stretched well, and he wondered just how many people had fucked her when she had been a whore. It certainly had left a mark, no longer tight, but not quite gaping, almost as if she had been practicing to pull it back together and wasn't quite done yet.
Her tail pressed against the back of his head, nudging him forward, and he did as he was told.
Burying his face between her ass cheeks, he started dragging his tongue up and down along her taint, pulling it from her balls up to her asshole, and then past it up to the base of her tail. The soft fur that brushed against his tongue was nothing new, and neither were the droplets of sweat that he found along the way.
When it came to musk, she was nothing compared to Mina or the others.
When it came to pressure on his face, she was less than a cloud compared to the weight he had taken before.
When it came to clenching on his tongue, pulling it deeper, he was used to feeling it far rougher.
But when it came to her ensuring that he kept going, rewarding him with purrs of pleasure that were mixed with firm commands, there was nobody else on the station that he felt could keep him in line in the same way.
He moaned as he started forcing his tongue inside of her hole, and Andrea groaned for him.
"That's it. Give it a good licking out. I want to feel you shoving it in as deep as you can. Remember, this is for science."
For science, and her pleasure. And, hopefully, a chance for him to earn some pleasure in the process. He gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them as wide as he could, and settled in to start licking, rimming, and tongue-fucking her as hard as he possibly could.
The End