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A Punishment Without Relief

Chapter 10: A Fair Mistress

For Sinister

By Draconicon

"We are in so much trouble..."

Ardanis nodded in agreement with Tesla's statement, the pair of them waiting in the security lock-up for Andrea to come and get them. The Dalmatian shemale sat with her hands cuffed over her shoulder, and her cock and balls cuffed to a chair. He, on the other hand, was forced to sit with his ass impaled on a nanite-created knotted cock, one that was big enough to hold him down and keep him from moving out of his seat.

Looking through the bars, he saw Mina watching them. The minotaur was on the communicator, talking to someone else a half-room away, but her voice was hushed enough that the cat couldn't make out what she was saying. He imagined that she was calling their owner, getting Andrea's attention so that she knew to come down and collect the 'troublemakers'.

Technically, it wasn't his fault, but he knew that he was still somewhat involved. He could throw it all on Tesla and get out of it, though...if he wanted.

He sighed, looking down at his feet.

There's gotta be some way for a sub to stand up for themselves, he thought, looking at the floor. There can't be that many that keep getting in trouble for something that their superiors keep doing...

It wasn't even that bad this time. Tesla had told him to go and pay for a little present for Andrea - some sort of corset, as far as he had been able to determine - and while he had been laid out over the check-out register, a fat cock ramming his ass, the Dalmatian had walked out the door. It had been stealing, according to Mina, since she'd left before the orgasm payment had been received. Not that serious, in the grand scheme of things, but enough to get the mistress called on them.

Then it had gotten worse, because Tesla - either through anxiety or through a sudden build-up of arousal - had started trying to blow Mina right there in the middle of the station. Ardanis had never seen anything like that, almost like the dog was trying to suck the minotaur dry before they could actually be in trouble.

That was why the canine was more restrained than he was, though Tesla continued to hump the air as if it was something that was actually fuckable.

He shook his head, trying to focus more on what was going to happen when Andrea got there. Fair as his mistress was, he knew that she wasn't going to be happy about being called away from her work, nor would she be happy about the loss of income that came from lost time and paying the fine that they'd accrued. He doubted it would be very much, but he was afraid that it would be added to the debt that he already owed her.

The thought of calling Naira had crossed his mind. He knew that she would want him to get in touch, from all that Mina had said. Hell, the minotaur had even offered him the chance to make that call, to see if she was willing to come down and pay his bail money. He'd almost taken the offer before he remembered how she'd treated him and turned it down.

Yet...

Yet, he remembered the time that he had spent down in Aludiana's brothel, and he blushed as he thought about how much it would mean to him to have her caring for him like that again. Having the holstaurus cowgirl back in his arms, having her come here to save him, would have felt amazing.

And it was impossible, he reminded himself. There was no chance in hell that was going to happen. Ever.

Shaking his head, he leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling. There were little cameras in the corners, little video feeds that were probably being pumped back to security and other offices in the station. He imagined that this was another way that they made money, making prison-themed porn to sell across the internet.

It wouldn't surprise him if the guards got kick-backs for the sort of roles that they could play, either.

He was just letting out a long, slow breath when he heard the tell-tale sniff that meant that Andrea was in the area. The dark-furred cat looked up just in time to see the purple-furred one walking through the front door.

Their eyes met, and he blushed as she gave him a knowing shake of the head. She probably already had an idea of what had happened, and wasn't best pleased. Instead of walking over to lock-up, however, she approached Mina.

"How much to have them released?"

"200 credits."

"That's a little high."

"150 of that's for Tesla. It's the fourth time for her, Andrea. You gotta find a better leash."

"Fine."

"Do you want -"

"I don't want more information from you. I want them to tell me."

"No need to get hostile."

"Sorry. I'm just..." Andrea took a breath. "Let me pay the fine and get them home."

Great. So she was already in an annoyed mood, and she was going to get more annoyed as time went on. That boded well.

Ardanis glanced at the dog next to him, and shook his head. Tesla seemed all the more interested in humping the air again, and that meant that she probably hadn't even noticed that her mistress had come back.

Oh, this was going to be a good time. They were in so much trouble, and it was entirely down to the horny Dalmatian.

They were walked home in silence. The fact that they had a pair of leashes linking their cock bulges to the mistress's wrist didn't make things that much easier. In fact, it made the whole thing that much more embarrassing as he kept realizing that there were people staring down at him.

And that was all the more embarrassing because of the latex bulge that was formed down there. The nanites had cupped his cock and balls, pushed them into a giant ball of latex that didn't give him any stimulation. It kept him soft, kept him from getting even the slightest bit hard, and worst of all, made it look like he was big and impotent, something that was too large and too pumped to get hard.

He groaned every time he took a step, bumping his balls. That was something that he could feel, a reminder of what the mistress could do with the latex and the nanites that made it. She could make it impossible for him to get off, but not impossible for her to tease him. That was embarrassing...

And kinda hot, if he was honest. The fact that she was being like this was kinda sexy, teasing him and showing him off the way that she did. In a way, it was reassuring. It meant that he still had a purpose, that he hadn't been cut off from the slavery stuff, or from being held here and owned by her. There wasn't going to be a sudden letting loose.

He still had a safe place.

Tesla, on the other hand, was almost hopeless. She was humping the air, barking, yipping, and there were times that she tried to turn and grind her dick on Ardanis. Every time that she did, the purple cat pulled her back, dragging her away. Tesla would whimper and groan, sounding almost feral in the process, and she would keep trying to pull back and get her pleasure.

Thankfully, Andrea was seemingly prepared for that, and Ardanis suffered very little molestation on the way back to their home.

They walked through the front door of the little dwelling that Andrea kept for herself, and she pointed toward the far wall. He walked over to it, holding his arms against the plain surface, and a gesture from the bigger shemale cat made the latex spread up his body. Several bindings formed, locking him in place, keeping him from pulling away from the wall and keeping him from covering himself, either.

He blushed as his tail, ankles, and wrists were locked to the wall, and another piece of latex pushed out from the small of his back, forcing his cock forward. He groaned a bit at the slight discomfort back there, but it was better than some alternatives, he supposed.

Tesla, on the other hand, had to be wrestled against the wall, pushed against it before she was likewise restrained. Even then, her hips thrust forward like mad, bouncing the bulge in the front back and forth, showing it off, making it look even bigger than Ardanis's did.

When they were both helpless, Andrea shook her head. Her hands were on her hips, and her own nanites were shifting, going from a simple gown to something more akin to a dominatrix's outfit. She had a riding crop in hand, and her bust was pushed up by a tighter black corset than the one that they were going to buy for her. Her cock was barely hidden in a threaded-up pair of panties, her balls almost dropping down between her thighs. She tapped the crop against her palm a few times, shaking her head.

"What am I going to do with you two?"

"I...I'm sorry, Mistress," he said, bowing his head.

"I didn't ask for an explanation yet, Ardanis."

"I know. I'm sorry, anyway, Mistress."

"You're taking the blame?"

"My part of it, yes."

"And what is your part?"

"Being silent when something wrong was going on."

"...Fascinating."

He hadn't had the invitation to say anything more, so he didn't. Instead, he looked at Tesla. She was half-feral, whimpering, whining, begging for some sort of relief. She was humping forward, grinding against her own restraints, trying to get her cock out of the latex. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, and unlike with his latex restraints, he could see that her balls were almost showing through the bulge in the front.

"Mistress?"

"Hmm?"

"What...what's wrong with her?"

"It's the problem with putting her in chastity, I suppose. She doesn't handle it well."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know for sure what happens to her, but the longer that she's in chastity, the more ferally dominant she gets. She's very...very bad at actually trying to dominate a person, to control them, to humiliate them, but she can physically overpower most folk very easily. Her urges to submit get flipped right on their head, and she has to fuck, to rut, to get sucked. It doesn't take long for her to just go all out, begging people to let her fuck them. Then she starts losing speech, and..."

She shook her head, and so did Ardanis. The consequences were pretty obvious, as far as he could tell. Tesla was completely out of it, needing some sort of fuck more than anyone that he had ever seen. It also explained why she had gone after Mina, sucking on her so hard. That must have been the phase just before flipping over to needing to dominate the minotaur.

What would have happened then? Would Mina have charged her with more, or...

Well, it certainly wouldn't have worked. Feral mind or no, there was no way in hell that Tesla would have been able to take down the security guard. If anything, she would have gotten a face-full of concrete, and then gotten taken down to lock-up.

And this had happened more than once, from the sound of it. He wondered just how long this time had lasted, and why Andrea kept putting the Dalmatian through...

He blinked. He had heard rumors that Andrea occasionally submitted to others, that she allowed others to overpower her. Looking between the cat and the dog, and seeing the way that the Dalmatian was looking at her mistress...

Well, there was a possibility there, he supposed. Maybe some of the rumors were true.

But that wasn't what he needed to focus on right then and there. He needed to think about how the fuck he was going to do this right. He had already upset her by making her have to come down and buy him out of the police station. He needed to -

"Now. If you're looking to avoid getting used by Tesla all night long to pay off your little debt to me..." Andrea turned back, pushing the crop under his chin. "You're going to tell me, as honestly as possible, what happened."

"Mmmph..."

"And if you decide to throw yourself under the bus, I'm not going to save you."

"I..."

He nodded. He understood that. This wasn't one of the tests like before, where he had been willing to allow Tesla the chance to be the one to get off without a scratch. He had to be honest this time.

And there was no reason not to be. This time, honesty would be the better policy for him and her.

"We were getting you a present," he explained. "We had gone down to one of the boutiques down on the bottom floors, thinking you might want...well, a new corset, even if that one's better than the one we found, mistress."

"That's good of you. Why didn't you get it?"

"Well, we were..."

"Until Tesla did something?"

"She walked out without finishing payment."

"...I see."

He could have left it at that, but he knew better. There needed to be something else said, something that acknowledged his part in it. He wasn't going to hang Tesla out to dry. Not when he could have done something, even if he didn't know what or how.

"I could have said something, but I was in the process of being used. The shopkeeper had thrown me over the register and started fucking me."

"Were you left breathless? Or gagged?"

"No."

"Hmmm..."

"I don't know the rules, mistress. How do I make sure that this doesn't happen again?"

"We'll discuss that later. For now..."

She shook her head, turning back to the humping Dalmatian.

"For now, we're going to listen to her. And until she's done, you'll be between my ass cheeks again."

"Yes, Mistress."

The bindings on the wall released him, allowing him to fall to his knees. No sooner had he done so than Andrea turned around, forcing her ass back against his face, pinning him to the wall. He grunted as the soft flesh pinned his face down, his nose shoved almost right into her asshole, his lips pressed against her balls. The pressure on his face was such that he almost didn't have a chance to take a breath, but he kept trying anyway.

In, out, in, out, sucking in the hot, bitter musk of her asshole and the hotter, spicier, saltier musk that clung to her balls. Both were stained with sweat and the thick, heavy smell of rut, but it was nicer than he expected it to be. He kept swallowing it down, breathing it in as he slowly extended his tongue.

He dragged it from the back of her balls to her taint, and he felt Andrea groan as she opened up the back of her panties for him that little bit more to allow full access. He didn't nod his thanks, considering how pinned he was, but he licked a little more firmly to show that he knew what she had done and he appreciated it.

As Andrea wiggled into place, he felt his nose slid up and his lips move up to replace it at her asshole. He knew from experience just what she wanted, and he was surprisingly eager to give it.

She listened to me.

That was the part that mattered most. The fact that he had been able to express himself, to say what was going on, and have someone listen. It meant that he had a chance to be heard, that there were people out there that would believe him. He wasn't doomed to perpetual punishment for something that was beyond his control.

Andrea's tail tickled the top of his head as he licked her ass again and again, dragging his tongue across her pucker, sliding it in a bit before pulling it back out. The light taste of bitterness was overlaid with the heady, sweaty, hot musk that burned down there. He licked, lapped, and licked again, pressing against her pucker, helping it loosen and feel nice and relaxed, and she kept shifting from foot to foot, grinding her ass back against his face.

It meant that he was doing a good job.

As he kept licking, he heard the other bindings come loose. Tesla hit the floor, growling, panting, almost snapping at the air. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew that Andrea was the one that was in charge, he would have been afraid, would have squirmed, would have tried to run away.

Instead, he kept licking. His tongue found the wrinkles of the cat's asshole, working against her pucker, cleaning it of every drop of sweat before slowly starting to work against it. Not quite thrusting in, but rather teasing it, poking it, giving it the sort of worship that he imagined he'd like having from someone else back there.

Grind it in, just rubbing, teasing, never sliding in. Make you want to imagine it, though, make you want to enjoy having something inside your ass. Lick, lick, lap, then push...

He felt the pucker giving in, but kept pulling back rather than deliberately forcing a tongue-fuck back there. He didn't want Andrea to think that he was being uppity again, and he didn't want to distract her from Tesla, either.

As he kept worshiping, losing himself in the scent, he was aware that there was some stuff going on where the other two were talking. He couldn't make out what they were saying, or what was going on with the conversation, but he knew that they were talking something out. Mostly Andrea, from the sound of it, with Tesla struggling from time to time to say something, anything.

It sounded like Andrea was disappointed, though. For what? Who knew. His attention was all on that ass.

He would have liked to bring his hands up to properly part the cheeks, but that was impossible. All he could do was lick, or -

Oh, that was an idea. He nuzzled forward, grinding his face side to side, digging with his nose to get further towards her pucker. He had been licking it, but now -

There. He was kissing it. With a soft suck, he managed to tug on her hole, sucking on it gently as he licked it. He felt Andrea stiffen up a bit, her ass cheeks clenching on either side of his face, and he was half-sure he heard her moan.

Certainly, her body was stiffer before, and there wasn't as much chatter as there had been. Instead, she was panting for breath, arching her back a bit, pressing her hole to him harder than ever. He kept licking, sucking, pressing his tongue against the rim as he felt it bloating slightly in his mouth, getting puffy from all the suction and attention he was giving it. It felt nice to know that he was making her feel that good, and he dragged his tongue over her asshole again and again.

One lick, two, three, and she was starting to rock and roll her hips back against him. She was riding his tongue, pushing back against him, grinding on it to get it more pressed against her pucker. He obliged her, stiffening it so that she could grind on it rather than just press against it, feel it against her back door.

He half-wondered if she'd impale herself on it, but no. She just used him as a way to tease herself, to get herself stiffer, hotter, hornier. He could feel her groaning, shaking slightly, and he half-wondered if she was getting off to the feeling of using him like this. He wondered if she would like him to fuck her ass with his tongue later.

There was not much more going through his head at that point, though. The hot scent of her musk was getting stronger again, the sweat rolling down her back and over her ass replacing what he had already licked clean. Her balls seemed to be adding to it, too, their scent wafting up from the front and adding to the thick funk that clung to her rump.

His head was floating in the fog, his body completely lost to the urge to serve and submit. She had always been right. He was a slave, a slut, someone that wanted to give in and be owned. That didn't mean that he wanted to be abused, but...but it meant that he wanted to be on the bottom, to be wanted, to earn what he deserved.

He moaned, his cock swimming in its own precum inside of the bulge in the suit. He could feel it throbbing, the shaft wanting to be let loose, but humiliation was secondary at this point. His cock was tertiary. All that mattered was the urge to serve and make good on what he had done wrong.

And maybe eventually earn one of those fem-cocks up his ass.

The thought made his dick jump, his tongue stiffen, and it forced a moan from his lips. He loved the idea, craved the feeling of it, and he swayed his tail slightly.

Suddenly, a final stiffening around his face happened. For a second or two, he was completely pinned in place, his tongue half-inside of the superior feline's asshole. He couldn't move, couldn't shift his head, couldn't pull his tongue back.

Then it was over, and he was released. Andrea took a step forward, and he took a deep breath of half-clean air, letting himself get used to the feeling of being free again. His hands were released, and so were his legs, allowing him to get up.

What had happened was obvious. Andrea had a slight blush on her face, and Tesla...well, Tesla had been painted, her face covered with pre-cum and cum. A little bit of intelligence had come back into her eyes, but she was still needy as all fuck.

"I've decided your punishment," Andrea said, her voice a bit husky, a bit needy, but no surprise there. She had obviously just cum, and gone through more pleasure than expected. "You're going to help me get her back to normal."

"How...how do you even do that?"

"By helping her cum."

"So...do you want me to be her whore, Mistress?"

"No. You're going to be each other's whore."

"How, Mistress?"

She looked at him, shaking her head. The fact that he had to ask had probably cost him a bit, but -

"Sixty-nine with her," Andrea said, gesturing down at his crotch. The latex faded away, allowing his cock out, the shaft immediately throbbing upwards. He groaned, but even as the temptation to touch himself rose, he kept his hands at his sides, trying to look up at her, trying to understand.

"Mistress?"

"She gets off faster if she's got something in her face to nurse on."

"...Mistress, does that mean -"

"You didn't do a bad thing. You just let a bad thing happen," Andrea said, shaking her head. "And that doesn't deserve that much punishment. You can cum as much as you want. Just realize that she'll probably drain you dry before you're done, so hold out if you can."

Hold out? That was something that he doubted was going to happen. Getting told that he was allowed to cum as much as he wanted was a rare opportunity, and there was no way that he was going to -

"Yeeep!"

Tesla lunged for him, pouncing like one of her feral ancestors as she knocked him right off his feet. He'd barely landed on his back before she was already straddling him, turning around and shoving her cock in his face. It ground against his muzzle, hot and musky, and then down to his lips before he was able to get a grip on it and point it at his mouth properly.

But even then, she caught him off-guard by grabbing his cock and pulling it close to her mouth. One lick, then -

"MMMPH!"

Ardanis's eyes almost jumped right out of their sockets at the sudden thrust down a wet, warm muzzle. He could feel Tesla's lips pressing right against his crotch, right against the base of his cock, and he could hardly breathe as he felt her sucking, licking, pulling at his cock like it was the best thing that she had ever had in her mouth.

He huffed and puffed, but only for a few times before she finally managed a thrust. Pop. Her cock slipped past his lips, and her thighs clenched around his face as she started humping away.

Thump, thump, thump. Her balls slapped his nose almost bruisingly hard as she kept hammering her hips down on his face, dragging herself down and making his muzzle into a fleshlight. In and out, in and out, each slam making him grunt from the impact and then gasp as she pulled back. There was no escaping the heady musk that she was forcing down his nostrils, nor any way for him to get past that cock pounding into his neck.

And then there was the hungry slurping happening down at his cock. She was milking his dick like some sort of machine, like the tubes that he had used on Mina more than once. The feeling of the rippling, whipping tongue working all over his cock, the way that her nose puffed hot air over his balls, the constant suction on his tip where it rested in her throat: it was all more than any man could stand.

"NNNNGH!"

He came, and he arched his back a bit as he did. It wasn't much, but it was enough to meet Tesla's next muzzle thrust, the next press of her face down against his crotch. He held her there for a moment, flooding her throat, and then slumped back.

He half-expected a pause, allowing him to catch his breath, but no. Not only did that fat dick keep pounding into his throat, using him with abandon, but -

"NNNNGH! NNNGH! MMPH!"

But Tesla kept sucking his cock, too, dragging her muzzle up and down his shaft. Each suck forced the blood right back into the shaft proper, keeping him from going soft, forcing him to stay hard and dripping.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!

He wanted to pull away, but he was pinned under far too much horny shemale. Her hips were going into overdrive, her balls slapping his face, her cock pulsing and spitting down his throat and over his tongue with every thrust. The thick musk was impossible to escape. All he could do was breathe and swallow.

More, more, more, each part getting worse, thicker, headier, hotter. He breathed, and he sucked in ball sweat. He gasped, and he tasted pre-cum. Each thrust broke open his throat that little bit further, forcing him to swallow and suck and swallow and suck again.

More, more, more of that cock went down his throat, each thrust hilting with his face, each one forcing him to tame himself to take that cock a little bit easier. He half-swore that she was molding his throat to her shaft, making it take on her shape so that she could fuck him that much easier.

He gagged for a bit, but then stopped. There was no more need to gag, no more ability to. She had fucked it right out of his face.

And she still hadn't stopped sucking on him. His balls were pulling up, churning hard, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he came again. The hyper-sensitivity was fading slightly, the pleasure returning. He groaned as he felt his cock throb, the veins on the side popping out a bit as he got harder, hornier, needier.

Somewhere in the room, Andrea had to be watching, but she wasn't doing anything to make this easier, not doing anything to slow it down or make this a little more tolerable. The only thing that she would be doing was watching, staring, maybe getting off to the show.

Not that he blamed her. Seeing someone dominated like this was probably pretty damn hot.

He felt her suddenly stop, her cock hilted down his throat. She gasped around his cock, huffing, puffing -

"Mmmph!"

And then she was cumming, shooting her load right down his throat. It was hot, thick, and heavier than anything that he had gotten from Kani in the past, or Francis. Ardanis guessed that she had been more pent up than he thought, or that someone had fed her a bit of production pills, getting her more and more...eager...down there.

He swallowed hard, forcing it all down his throat, sucking it into his stomach as best he could. However, it didn't get easier as she started humping all over again, her body almost like it was on auto-pilot. She was slamming her crotch down on his face again, fucking him, making her cock disappear down his throat like it was a magic trick.

One thrust, two, three, four, each one getting faster than the last. In no time, they were right back to the previous rhythm, hard, hot, and fast, and he was desperately trying to keep up with it.

And then, the sucking on his own cock started again. He groaned, wishing he could bite his lips to try and hold back. The moment he came, the hyper-sensitivity would come back again, and he'd go back to being in torment rather than in bliss. For now, that eager mouth felt so good, and he knew that it could make him feel even better.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on!

There was only so long that raw willpower could hold out against biology, though. He managed another half-minute before he blew his load again, and once more, he was screaming while the cock gagged him.

"MMMMMMPH!"

"Just so you know, she takes an average of ten orgasms to be fully sated when she's like this," Andrea said. "I'd try and hold out a bit longer than that."

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

The end of the rut came, eventually. Hours later, he imagined, though he was so tired that it could have been less. Tesla rolled off of him, immediately falling asleep, and Ardanis just laid there, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief.

His jaw felt sore, and his stomach felt bloated. It was like everything that he had just swallowed was still there, waiting to be pushed out later. He felt like he had a bowling ball for a gut, and it felt almost as heavy as one.

His balls, on the other hand, felt just about as empty as could be. He groaned under his breath as he reached down for them, feeling them as the latex formed again. It was...well, it was intense, considering how much he had been milked for. There was almost no ball bulge left down there.

Almost none, but still some. He had managed to find his rhythm towards the end of it, and that meant that he wasn't in total agony, at least.

As he laid there, staring at the ceiling, Andrea leaned over him. She smiled.

"You did well."

"Mmmph."

"Bed-rest and production pills for you for the next two days."

"Will help?"

"A lot. Now, let's get you to bed."

"...Thank you mistress."

"You earned it. We'll talk about more next time."

The End