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A Punishment Without Relief Chapter 7: A New Mistress For Sinister By Draconicon

The notification of 'sale' was sent across to Naira during the night, and Ardanis deliberately turned off his communicator during the evening, knowing that his wife would be ringing off the hook to try and get him back. He didn't know if he wanted to go back, but he knew that he didn't want to give her the chance to persuade him out of the only happiness that he had had since arriving on the station.

The dark-furred feline had spent the night with his new mistress, another cat that had been more than willing to help him out so long as he did what he was told. He had fallen asleep after giving her ass the deepest rimming that he knew how to do, and had been surprised to get as much out of it as he had.

In his dreams, he found himself sliding between ass cheeks rather often, his mind tormenting him - or at least, pseudo-tormenting him - with the idea of being buried between musky ass cheeks almost constantly, the only breaks allowed for him being the times that he sucked dick and worshiped balls instead. The idea wasn't that bad, though, and certainly...

Well, when he woke up, he had morning wood that surpassed what he had been allowed for a very long time.

The dark-furred cat blushed as he looked at his own erection, imagining how it would feel to actually reach down and touch it. Naira had kept him in the nanite chastity for so long that he had almost forgotten what masturbation actually felt like, but at the same time...

He looked across the bed at his mistress. She was sleeping, but the covers had come off of her, exposing both the lovely breasts that she had teased him with last night and her cock. And...

Well, she had morning wood that dwarfed his. Not by much, not nearly as much as the other clients that he had worked with as a Relief Officer, but enough to make him remember what his duties were.

The feline leaned in, nuzzling his nose against the heavy orbs, feeling the musk that came off them already affecting him. His cock bobbed and twitched as he huffed it down, kissing along the bottom of the orbs and licking them. A bit of sweat clung to his tongue, adding to the heavy, musky nature of the slippery sack, but he didn't stop.

In fact, he actually sped up a bit, dragging his tongue over them that much more firmly, blushing as he enjoyed himself. The feeling of satisfaction that came from tending to those big testicles actually filled him with a sense of joy, and more than that, a weird feeling of pleasure.

His cock continued to bob and throb under him, reminding him of how excited he was, and the sense of need only got worse as he kept breathing in her scent, reminding himself of the hot, sexual, musky thing that had been buried down his throat just the night before. He moaned as he licked up from her balls to the base of her cock, kissing at it before moving up to the head of her cock.

A bit of pre was already there, something of a reward for his efforts, he chose to think, and he licked it up before moving his way back down the shaft towards the base. One lick, two, three, and he felt her starting to twitch a little bit.

He didn't want to wake his new mistress up just yet, so he went back down to her balls, pulling them into his mouth and giving them a good tongue-lashing. They were soft, barely furred compared to the rest of her body, and they were saturated with that heavy, musky taste that was coming off as a smell that burned into his mind. It wasn't nearly as strong as the thickness that clung to Mina, or some of the other lovers that his wife had taken, but it was strong enough to fill the air and cling to the tongue if he breathed through his mouth.

He sucked it down, eagerly filling himself with his mistress's taste and scent, making himself love it.

It was easy, considering how kind she had been to him last night. Not like an indulgent woman, but definitely a more fair one than he had been dealing with.

Once more, he dragged his tongue up along her cock, and this time, when he reached the tip, he opened his mouth wide. She had a long cock, but she had said it before. It was the shortest one that he had taken in a while.

Ardanis remembered what else she had said, too. Show clients that he wanted to do this, not that he was forced to do it. He used his tongue to guide her cock into his mouth, to feel the head of her shaft grinding against the roof of his mouth, teased against the different textures there before pulling her into the back of his throat.

Bobbing forward, back, forward, back, he kept swallowing and teasing the shaft, grinding it into the places that it didn't normally reach on its own, making sure to give her everything that he possibly could. Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling her throb a little bit more for him, each time feeling the excitement that was gradually replacing the natural, biological stiffness that morning wood gave someone.

He was right down to her base when the purple cat finally opened her eyes, looking down at him with a small smile that turned into a bigger smirk.

"Looks like you remembered your duties."

"Mmmph?" he asked with his mouth wide around her cock.

"I put a few hypno-buds into your ears last night. They programmed a few duties into your head, just to remind you how to work cocks and what your mistress deserves for a good time."

"Mmmph...."

He didn't know how to feel about that, but he didn't complain. It wasn't that bad, he supposed. It just meant that he might want to do this more than he had before.

If it had been Naira doing it, it would have been a problem, since she didn't have a dick, but this was alright. Besides, it wasn't like Mistress Andrea was making him do something that unpleasant. Not like he had been doing before.

He bobbed his head forward again, sucking her into the depths of his throat, and she groaned softly under her breath as he swallowed around the head of her shaft. She arched her back, gently thrusting along his tongue before dropping back to the bed, and she rested her hand on his head.

"Mmmm, good boy. That's it. Show your mistress how much you love sucking her cock."

"Mmmph...mmmph...mmm..."

He bobbed his head, glukking softly as the cock kept pushing in and out of his throat, and he rolled slightly to the side to show off his own erection. He blushed slightly as he felt how it wasn't exactly morning wood anymore, itself, but that wasn't a bad thing. It just meant that he had a bit more excitement and eagerness for this than he used to.

Ardanis was still a bit embarrassed about what he was doing, of course. There was no denying that, for all that he had made himself okay with sucking cock and giving up that sort of pleasure, he still felt more like a straight man than a gay one. He preferred the company of the ladies, still.

Bi, I guess...bi, rather than gay...

Even so, he blushed a bit as he realized just how hard he was, how his cock was bobbing up and down in response to how hard he sucked along her shaft. That had to be something going on through the hypnosis that she had done to him or something, something that made him excited to do this. It had never happened like this before.

He bobbed a bit faster, sucking her down to the base again, and then pulling right back to the head. He licked under it, dragging his tongue up to the little divot where all the pre came out, and then pushed himself back down to the base once more. Swallowing hard, he forced her cock into his throat, crushing it against his neck and feeling it pulsing slowly as it fed him pre right down to his stomach.

She let him hold her there for a few minutes, then finally pushed his head back. He gasped for breath as her cock finally left his throat, and he surprised himself by wanting to go back to doing what he had been doing. It was more than he needed to do, and she had actually given him a reprieve, yet...

Yet he still wanted to serve. It surprised him...and made him blush all the more, considering that he had been trying not to fall so far. His cock wasn't making that easy, though.

"You were doing very well. Definitely a marked improvement over yesterday," she said as she sat up.

"Does that mean I get to cum?"

"That depends on how you do for the rest of the day."

He nodded. He knew that he had the potential to earn one orgasm each day, a sort of program that the mistress used to track his progress and keep him doing well. Every day that he scored more than a certain number of 'points,' he was allowed to orgasm. Every time that he pushed himself hard enough to make it to a certain point under that, he was allowed to keep half of those points and roll them over into the next day's worth of work.

And if he didn't reach a certain point under that, Andrea had told him that he would face a punishment. He really didn't want to see what the feline would consider a punishment, all things considered, so he did his best to put his head into a very obedient frame of mind.

She rubbed his head lightly, sliding her legs off to the side and stretching her arms out over her head.

"Let's start with a good morning breakfast, and we'll see where we go from there. You are allowed to get out of bed."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"And make sure that you make the bacon crispy this morning. I don't want anything floppy. I like my meat the way I like my dicks."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, blushing as he hurried off to the kitchen, knowing that she was staring at his ass the whole way.

The feeling of being under the Mistress as she ate her food was something rather different. He had expected to be used as a toy, pushed under her chair and made to eat out her ass as she ate her food. Or, maybe, he might have been pushed down between her legs, made to nurse at her cock while she worked her way through her coffee.

He did neither. He was made to stand at her side, his cock hanging over her plate, and he was made to hold back as she stroked him.

"Hmmm, some interesting moves being made on Saxuel 3 today," she said. "Looks like the Brothel System is expanding."

He nodded, blushing as he was more focused on trying not to cum right then and there than on what she was saying. She'd told him to hold back, and he knew that even a slight drop of pre-cum on her plate would be enough to give him some negative points.

The feeling of her manicured fingers running up and down his cock was exquisite, something that he hadn't really felt before. He had always been balls deep in someone else's mouth or pussy, and feeling something like this, feeling the teasing, stroking, almost sharp pleasures of someone else's hand was something entirely new to him.

It also made his cock throb, bouncing up and down in response to the sheer difference of stimulation. It was so light that it might as well have been a feather in some ways, but the way that she worked him, the way that she slowly dragged her fingers up and down his cock, somehow made it almost intimidating.

Maybe it was the fact that her fingers could easily turn to claws, or the way that she was smirking up at him out of the corner of her eye, or maybe it was the way that she knew that he could so easily fail. Perhaps it was all of those, and the worry about starting the day off by going into the negatives.

Because that was seriously possible. If he didn't succeed in this particular task, if he lost and didn't hold back the way that she had told him, then he'd taken on negative ten points. Considering that he'd only gotten eight for waking her up with a blowjob, it meant that he'd be dropped down to -2, and that was hard to get back from, particularly as an early fail meant that the other tasks would be harder, from what she'd told him.

He shivered, already wondering if he would be able to get up to ninety points that day. If he did, then he would be allowed to cum. If he could just make it...

The feeling of her fingers dragging up and down along his cock, though, was making it very hard. He was stiff as a board, his fingers curled into fists at his side as she stroked him with one hand and teased the pages of the holo-news with the other, flicking through them with a hum and a sigh.

"Oh, look at that. The old brothel I worked at is under new management," the feline said, chuckling to herself. "I wonder if the old one went to jail. Bastards, the lot of them."

"You...um...you were a..."

"Yes, and a very good one. Made a lot of money, which is why I'm still around and they aren't."

She flicked to another page, humming again.

"And there's still a great deal of ads out there in my name, though none of them leading back to me. I've retired from that business. Though not enough to lose interest in it, I suppose. How are you doing there? Still dripping?"

"Not...not quite dripping...yet, Mistress."

"Doing better than I thought you would. You are a steady surprise for me, Ardanis."

He nodded, blushing as his cock twitched again as her fingers dropped down to his balls, giving them a gentle tickle before moving back up to his shaft. She was constantly working him up, pushing him harder and harder the more that he proved that he could take. He wanted to cum so bad, feeling like his cock was as tight and hard as it could get. The skin along the shaft felt stretched tight, almost like he was growing bigger from how turned on he was, even though he knew that was completely impossible.

Even so, he thrust forward, taking it upon himself to challenge himself further. The soft thrust against her fingers, the way that he was made to show off his cock as she pointed them upwards, creating a little V for him to thrust between, had to be something that she liked, right? She wouldn't be teasing him and making him stand like this if it wasn't for some reason besides simple torment.

She didn't say anything as he slowly ground his hips back and forth, pulling his cock along the pointed tips of her fingers. He took a bit of control in the process that way, and it meant that he stimulated himself with her hands rather than letting her tease him to the point of no return. It wasn't much, but it was a hell of a lot better than nothing.

He panted as he worked his hips forward, back, then forward again, feeling her fingers twitch every now and then, feeling them roll down his cock and almost grab him by the balls at times. The cat kept his breath as even as he could, even though he felt like he was going to explode as she continued to read and eat her breakfast.

He was right on the edge, feeling like his cock was going to blast through every bit of his self-control, when she finally pulled her fingers down. He gasped, his eyes going wide as he huffed and puffed.

"Twelve points to you," she said, standing up. "Twenty already...Perhaps I'm being a little generous, but you have many opportunities to fail yet. Do you think you will, Ardanis?"

"I will...will do my best...not to, Mistress."

"That's what I want to hear. And I expect your best on every task, of course."

She patted his head, and then pulled on the collar that formed at her will. The nanites created it for her, and he gasped as she pulled him in close. Her fingers danced along his face, poking along his cheeks, pushing his mouth open.

"Yes, keeping to good dental health, too. You seem to be brushing well. No signs of decay, so no issue with blowjobs later."

"Mmmph?"

"One must be healthy, of course. Otherwise, one's body will decay, and all the money that you make will be gone forever."

"Mmm."

"You will make sure that you maintain this body even without my commands. Otherwise, you will be in deeper trouble than you care to imagine."

Ardanis nodded in understanding, waiting until she released him to close his mouth properly. She was still smirking at him, forming a leash out of the collar before turning around and leading him on. Though she was dressed in nothing more than a bathrobe, she clearly had all the power in the room, and she knew it.

He followed behind her, his cheeks burning as hot as they could ever do, and he wondered if Naira had been trying to contact him at all. She had been rather...eager, he knew, when they had come here to use him as hard as she could. She had humiliated him over and over again, and she had used him to get the different privileges that she had claimed in the rich part of the station.

What had happened to her since, he wondered? Had his position as Relief Officer, transferred as it was, left her without a home? Had the other friends that she'd made come to her aid, or left her alone since they didn't have anyone else to fuck besides her?

He didn't know, and a part of him felt rather guilty about leaving her, even though there had been much cruelty on her part. He wanted to make sure that things were alright, on one hand, but on the other...

Well, on the other, she hadn't exactly been good to him.

Instead of thinking it through to the end, he pushed it to the back of his head, forcing himself to forget about it for now. He needed to focus on his tasks, to do everything that he could to earn those points to get off. Otherwise, he might end up stuck in the punishment zone, and if that happened...

Well, he didn't know if he'd be able to take what Andrea dished out. She hadn't told him what it would be, but he was pretty sure that it'd be more extensive than just extended chastity.

They went to the back of her quarters, past her room to one of the offices that she kept for therapy, as far as Ardanis understood. He half-expected to find some sort of bondage machine waiting for him, something to keep him restrained during the sessions she ran, and he was half-right.

Instead of it being for him, though, it was for the woman that was hanging from it. A Dalmatian that actually looked very familiar hung from it, her dick pointing right at the ground, but most of her body was covered in a black latex that hid the majority of her identity.

Only the fact that he had sucked that cock, had had it so far inside of him, kept him from dismissing her as someone that had come for a kinky sort of therapy.

"Tesla?" he managed to ask, blinking.

"Oh, you remember her. That's good. I was hoping not to have to introduce the pair of you," Andrea said, stepping around to the other side of the aerially-bound dog. "You see, she's been a very bad girl lately. She kept showing up late to the different sessions I scheduled her for, and she kept coming up with bad excuses as to why she hadn't kept to her chastity. So, I set this up for her."

And what a set-up it was. The suit covered everything but the shemale's erogenous zones, allowing her boobs, her ass, and her cock and balls to hang free from her. Everything that was exposed had a series of devices that could be pushed forward via mechanical arms to stimulate and torture them, but it was the fact that they were so eagerly pushed forward that clued him in to what was going on.

She was being edged, teased, worked up to a frantic point of need and then dropped back down again. There was no mercy for her, no sudden bit of pleasure that would take her over the edge. Instead, she had vibrators, or shockers, or clamps against her breasts, something that would constantly give her different types of stimulation that would prevent her from getting used to it and going blasé about it, and yet at the same time, keep her from going over the edge from something that she liked too much.

Down between her legs, her cock was currently wrapped in a fleshlight vibrator, something that seemed to be very good at extracting pre-cum from the other woman, and he blushed as he watched it streaming to the floor. Other tools were there, too, though, from an electric wand to a few little clamps to a series of little zappy tools that could probably produce anything from a tingle to a terrifying blast of pain.

Her ass was being teased with a dildo, but that was already being changed out, pulled free before being replaced by a buzzing wand, one that was vibrating right against her wet, stretched rim. The Dalmatian screamed in pleasure as it came into contact with her sensitive flesh, arching her back in the bondage, screaming out to the heavens.

It was a brilliant display, and his cock had never been harder.

Andrea kept circling her patient, looking at him all the while, and he realized that she had him here for a reason. What that reason was, he didn't know yet, but he was sure that she was going to tell him.

The purple feline walked behind him, grabbing him by the ass, squeezing it and parting the cheeks. He felt her cock slip between them, rubbing against him.

"I've been curious about you for a while, Ardanis. I'm starting to put together a personality profile on you, something that I can use to figure out how you will act from here on out. This is one of the bigger tests, I think, but one that will be crucial to figuring out just what you are."

"What...what's the test?"

"I'm glad you asked."

She smiled, and he blushed as he felt her cock pressing all the harder against him, grinding between his ass cheeks as she reached around his hips and gripped his cock. It was a soft grip, one that was not quite enough to feel like he had just shoved into a person's hole, but it was still enough to leave him shivering as she worked the tips of her fingers up and down his cock.

"This is someone that fucked your face, yes?"

"Mmmph...yes."

"Someone that used you, that your wife made you serve?"

"Yes...I remember...I remember that."

"Good. Now, I want you to think about that. I want you to remember how it felt to be humiliated, to be on your knees, to be face-fucked and then fucked up your ass for being forced to steal."

He did. He remembered that all too well, how the Dalmatian had been so eager to use his face, to humiliate him in front of his wife, to give her something later when he had been made to watch. His wife had fucked so many dicks on the station, but Tesla had been one of the earlier ones, before his wife really embraced her size-queen self.

"You remember?"

"I...I remember."

"She's been in this bondage suit and edged for the last eighteen hours," the feline said, whispering to him and nibbling his neck. "She's been punished for her lateness, but not for anything else. I am curious what happens when you get a choice."

"What...what kind of choice?"

"If one of you gets to cum, which one gets it?"

He gasped at the idea, feeling his cock lunge forward. The option of climaxing without earning his way to the points needed felt a bit like cheating, but at the same time, he wanted it. He wanted to feel that release again, properly. He wanted to give himself to anything that would give him the chance to get off.

But at the same time...

Test. She had said that it was a test. That meant that there had to be wrong answers, right? That meant that he could do the wrong thing.

"What...what happens if I choose me?"

"Then she stays in the hanging bondage. She stays on edge for the next few days, maybe even as long as a week, not allowed to go back to her store, not allowed anything but basic food and water while she screams her head off in frustration."

"And...and if I pick her?"

"Then you suffer a punishment of your own in exchange, and you don't get to cum for three more days, at least."

That was a horrible decision, and one that he should have guessed would happen. From the sound of it, it didn't matter if there were points involved or not. If he picked Tesla to cum, then the Dalmatian would be released, and he would be the one that would be in her place, though not quite in the bondage machine that she was in, he hoped.

He looked at her, and he couldn't help but feel that jealous anger rise up inside of him, the memories of what had happened at the other woman's shop. The idea that he had been put through all that pain and suffering, and she had just gotten away with eighteen hours of being teased and 'tortured' in the bindings around her?

It didn't feel like enough.

His cock throbbed as Mistress Andrea continued to tease him, and he blushed, groaned, shivered as he felt her working him up to a greater and greater climax. His hips bucked forward, his eyes rolled back in his head as she teased down to his balls, giving them a gentle tug.

"What do you choose, hmm? Her, or you?"

The decision was far harder than it should have been, and he blushed as he felt the urge to just tell the Dalmatian to fuck off almost take him.

He wanted to be selfish.

He wanted to be horrible.

He wanted to get what he wanted for a change.

Yet, at the same time...

He remembered how he had gotten here. He remembered what had happened down on earth when he had been that bad sort of person, when he had pursued what he wanted to the exclusion of everything else around him. He remembered how Naira had changed as she had started getting what she wanted and didn't have to care about what anyone else was getting.

The thought of that corruption, the thought of going back down that road, was too much for him.

The cat whimpered, blushing as he slowly lifted his hand. It shook, and he knew that he was going to regret this on some level, but he knew what the right answer was.

"She...she gets to cum..."

"Heh, are you sure?"

"No! But she's...she's the one...that deserves it."

"Even knowing the cost?"

He nodded, whimpering as he fought the urge to take it back. He had to be good. He had to learn this lesson. He had to be good.

The hands left his cock, and he felt the nanites creeping up to replace them. The slithering, slippery feeling of his cock being encased, of being forced soft, of being pulled down against his balls and leaving the head pointing back against his ass, was as familiar as he had expected.

Yet, at the same time, he felt the urge to hump, to grind, to smear his cock against something. He was still oozing pre, painting his balls and asshole with it, and he moaned under his breath as he felt the urge to keep on fucking, to keep on grinding, to do something with a dick that was too restrained to do anything.

It was as humiliating and arousing as it got.

As he was pulled into a kneeling position, his legs as encased with the nanite latex as his crotch, he watched as Andrea pulled Tesla down from the ceiling. The Dalmatian was gasping as the hood came off her head, her fur tamped down and left slick with sweat. The raw smell of shemale musk filled the air, and his head swum, his hole puckered, and his cock twitched.

The reminder of how much of a submissive he'd become for those females with cocks was as humiliating as his current position, but he didn't have time to think about that right then and there. All he had time to think about was the doggy dick that was suddenly thrust in front of his face.

Yet, it didn't get thrust down his throat. He looked up, seeing Tesla looking down at him, thankful, but confused.

"Why did you...why did you pick me?" she asked.

"I don't...I don't know."

"But now..."

"I know. But...but it seemed...right?"

He hoped. He thought. Was it? Was it right to not give himself something from time to time? Was it wrong to give someone else a bit of torture and punishment when he hadn't been treated fairly?

He was no longer sure. He knew that he had done the stereotypical 'right' thing by sacrificing himself to Andrea's experiments, to doing what she said, to letting the other woman go, but was it the right thing, really?

Surety was not a luxury that he was afforded, apparently, because Tesla didn't answer him, and neither did his Mistress. They just allowed him to kneel there, staring up at their cocks as they stood over him.

Thankfully, the Mistress dismissed Tesla, telling the Dalmatian to go, leaving them alone. He looked up at the purple feline, then down at the floor.

"Was I stupid?" he asked.

"Hmmm, a little."

He winced, shaking his head as he looked down at the ground again. However, before he could sink into it, Andrea lifted his head back up, one fingernail digging into his chin as she made him look up past her cock at her face.

"Now I know how you'll act. Now I know what kind of person you are."

"And what kind of person is that?"

"Someone that wants to be better."

She smiled slightly, scritching under his chin.

"That doesn't stop me from putting you through the three days of chastity and punishment, though."

"I didn't think it would."

"You knew what you were getting into."

Ardanis nodded, looking down at the purple feline's cock. Her shaft jumped slightly as he looked at it, and he wasn't sure if it was because of him giving it a gander or if she was genuinely just that horny.

"You sucking me won't reduce your punishment."

"I know."

"I'm sure."

She gripped the back of his head, and he opened his mouth as she 'requested.' The feeling of her cock sliding into his mouth was just as fulfilling as it had been this morning, and he closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

Sure, he bobbed his head as he needed to do, and sure, he gave her the pleasure that she deserved, but his head was already back on the task at hand: making sure that he did well enough not to get stuck with a punishment like this again. Once was fine, but...

But...he needed to be himself. Not just a sub. Not just a fake-eager slut. Himself. And...

And he needed to figure out just who that was.

The End