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It wasn't easy for Ardanis to focus on the fact that his darling Naira wasn't around anymore.

In a twist of fate that he'd never expected, the latter was forced to leave the country for a business trip that was quickly turning into a permanence, and rather than taking Ardanis along for the ride, Naira left him back home, in the somewhat caring hands of Andrea.

Ardanis wasn't quick to warm up to the feline, and she knew it, but at the very beginning, things were actually tender and sweet, opposed to what Ardanis was expecting. Andrea could appreciate the heavy weight that was tugging on his heartstrings, and knew that he was going to need a little bit of time to recover from the pain of such a loss.

Where Ardanis thought that he was going to need several weeks, if not months to get over the pain, however, Andrea believed that he would be right as rain after just a few days, and when a week had passed without any real change in the mood of the male feline, Andrea was out of patience.

"What's the matter this time, Ardanis? You're not being very talkative..."

It had been a couple months since Naira left Ardanis in the care of Andrea, and she'd taken on the full role of being his lover, and more importantly, his owner. She was in charge of making sure that he was disciplined for every wrong that he could possibly commit, and of course, being punished at times when he didn't deserve the treatment at all.

A master of her tricks, Andrea left Ardanis high-strung at all times, as she worked her way into his mind. She was beginning to leave him just enough visual and verbal cues that she could rile him up and get him anticipating a punishment, only to leave him hanging on the edge of her words all day, waiting for the pain to come...but it never would.

That didn't change the fact that his impressive cock was trapped in a shrunken state, bound in the shimmering metal of a chastity cage, keeping his member from expanding. A pair of rings at the base of the cage kept his sack in a constantly strained and tightened state, pushing the full, swollen orbs right to the surface so that Andrea could see just how ready to burst they were, and after nearly a month without any kind of release whatsoever, Ardanis couldn't escape the deep, terrible ache.

"If you don't say something, you're just going to make this worse for yourself."

Most nights, Andrea made it a point to keep Ardanis focused on her, instead of letting his mind wander back to Naira. It wasn't an easy task, even after two months of punishment and reconditioning, but the process was starting to work, and as much as he resisted the treatment at first, Ardanis was almost entirely pliable anymore; Andrea was squatting over his face, letting the weight of her balls rest right on the surface of the male feline's lips. Her cock draped over the bridge of his short, narrow muzzle and spilled precum into his hair, staining the otherwise raven locks with small streaks of clear, odorless fluid.

With his open mouth full of a heavy, tasty nut, it was hard for Ardanis to do anything more than groan about his current situation. "Mnnf...nof muf ta sahy," he tried to speak around his mouthful, but the words were as muffled as one might expect, and his eyes winced shut with frustration as he tried once again to wiggle his way free from his bondage.

Andrea might have trusted Ardanis by then, but that didn't mean she was going to cheat herself out of any fun, and she simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to strap the slim, gray kitten into her bed whenever she was feeling rowdy, and sit her privates right on the middle of his face, forcing him to deal with them with only the use of his maw and tongue.

"Hmm. Didn't really catch all of that," Andrea taunted her trapped, bonded lover. She didn't skimp on a single detail: Arms were tied up to the headboard and bound together behind the locks of his hair, legs were stretched out wide and tied to the bottom bedposts, and a nice, fluffy pillow propped his head up so that Andrea could easily rock her hips back and forth, smothering the poor boy under the weight of her sack while she gently bapped the tip of her cock in between his eyes. "I'm guessing you're still being a whiny little bitch about Naira or something?"

To trivialize someone that was so important to Ardanis only frustrated him, and Andrea could feel his grunts of anger against the smooth, velvety flesh of her sack as it bounced against his muzzle, garnering pleasure out of even his most passionate anger. No matter how he tried to tap into that madness, he couldn't break himself free from the bed, and even if he was able to, Naira specifically instructed him to listen to Andrea before she left; he simply refused to disappoint her, even if he didn't quite understand her orders.

"Tell you what, little guy...perhaps there's a way that you can make Naira really happy, and keep me smiling at the same time. I'm sure that you'd prefer to just have her riding your face right now, but...this is the best offer you're getting. Take it or leave it."

Andrea didn't have to wait for an answer. While she knew that she had total physical control over his body, she was just starting to break down his mind, and she could feel a tired, helpless nod against the underside of her cock just seconds after she made the offer.

" Good boy."

**

The living room still didn't offer much of a sense of freedom to Ardanis, but it was a change of scenery from the slow, hypnotizing spin of the fan above his head in the bedroom, and the idea of relaxing on the couch was actually a comforting thought, if nothing else.

It would have been much more comforting if he was actually on the couch, but instead, he was kneeling upon the far side of it, still unable to break his forearms from their paralyzing bondage.

"You might not have noticed it, but I've been recording pretty much every fucked up thing you've done since you got here," Andrea confessed to Ardanis, knowing that he couldn't do a single thing about it. Some of the scenes of what she'd done to him were playing across the screen of her laptop as she set it on the edge of the couch: A quick video played of Andrea blowing a load of cum into his throat while he knelt in front of her, and another revealed a pair of vibrators buzzing about in his asshole as hung from the ceiling and begged for mercy. "And I don't know that Naira would approve of some of these things...just what are you willing to do to keep me quiet about this?"

Ardanis had been pushed to sexual limits that he didn't know he was capable of in the past, but it was rare that he was outright blackmailed over his own actions. "If I don't do whatever you ask, Naira will have my ass for it anyway," Ardanis reminded Andrea, as if the lavender female didn't know what the stakes really were. "So...I'll do whatever you ask of me."

"I was starting to think that you might not be broken yet," Andrea admitted her concerns, but Ardanis could see her smiling over her shoulder as she sprawled out over the couch. Her legs were dangling just over the edge, draping down over Ardanis' shoulders, and her cock slipped right through the tresses of his hair, en route to leaving the tip of her length on the soft, welcoming flesh of his lips. "And right when I thought I'd have to beat your sorry, little ass...you go and prove me wrong! I knew you had it in you, Ardanis...and now you're gonna have a little bit of me in you, if you don't want Naira to find out about this."

Sometime in the night, Ardanis was sure that he was going to be gagging around Andrea's cock, like he'd done plenty of times in the weeks leading up to the moment. This time, however, she was forcing him to get creative with his technique, as the gray feline had to tilt his head back and open his muzzle wide, opening his throat by virtue of the position alone.

Andrea slipped her hips back just a little bit, and the plentiful, lengthy member that she offered began slipping past the lips of the male feline and into the moist, heated confines of his maw. "That's it, Ardanis. Just open wide and relax your throat like a good little whore," Andrea complimented him, and then threw in a backhanded insult for good measure, never wanting to give Ardanis a treat without snatching it back away from him.

Her long, thick legs managed to just reach the floor as she pressed her footpaws into the carpet around either side of Ardanis, and though it was only a light footing, it was just enough for her to playfully bounce her hips and torso as she rested on the couch; Ardanis took quick notice of it, as the tip of her flesh quickly moved from the flat of his tongue toward the back of his throat, and with his face pinned under her massive, swollen balls, his head was stuck in the position, forcing him to take the brutal face-fucking while she browsed her laptop, acting as if she wasn't receiving any pleasure from the act at all.

"Now then," Andrea spoke, hiding any hints of a moan from entering her voice, "Why don't we just take a look at the things I've sent to Naira over the past few weeks, hm?"

Though he could scarcely open them, Ardanis felt his eyes flying open of their own will, and he coughed and gagged around the impressive rod of flesh in his throat as he heard the sound of his own desperate panting in the back of his ears. Andrea was going back through the camera footage that she'd saved, and though Ardanis couldn't be sure exactly which time it was, he knew that the video was depicting Andrea bending him over the kitchen counters and pounding his asshole deeply; he recognized the harsh, slapping sound of a wooden spoon against his rump, and by virtue of the sound alone, he could feel the sting against his flesh, even when he wasn't struck.

If Naira were actually to have seen the video, that would have been enough to earn Ardanis another week in chastity, if not a bit longer, and he was already going mad with sexual frustration at how long he'd been trapped.

"That was a fun one," Andrea commented, refusing to pull her length free, even when she felt Ardanis gagging and choking around the thick, full length that pumped into his throat. "Your balls felt so tight when I slapped them with that spoon...I thought they were gonna crack like a couple of eggs in a frying pan!"

Wincing just at the mention of that, Ardanis thought that he might be feeling a phantom pain once more, but when it didn't fade, he recognized the feeling of thick, heavy pawpads on his swollen, ring-bound sack, and though it was only a light pressure, the push of a footpaw against his balls was enough to make him cry out in pain around his mouthful, and it only grew worse as Andrea pushed down a shade harder with each passing second.

Even without the added pressure of a needed release, the act would have been terribly unpleasant for Ardanis, who tried to shift his head away from Andrea's flesh.

"Oh? You can't handle it, hm?" she asked, and though her voice hinted at slight concern, her lips were curled up in a wicked, twisted grin as she pulled her cock free, allowing Ardanis to suck in a deep, full breath and cough, sending strands of saliva down over the flat, slim lines of his own chest and tummy. "You're a sorry little bitch, then...I was barely even stepping on them!"

Panting with exhaustion and desperate for air, Ardanis wanted to scream his lungs out at Andrea, but his throat was sore from the rough penetration, and his words never would have reached her, regardless.

She was having too much fun torturing the poor feline, and he knew that his respite would be followed by something worse, even if he wasn't sure what that was. "Sorry I didn't wash up this morning, either...thought you could use a little extra flavor on your hot dog..."

"It...it's awful," Ardanis panted, and though he was raised to believe that honesty was the best policy, he knew that he was going to pay for his words.

Almost immediately, he felt the pair of heavy, full orbs of Andrea drop right on the end of his snout, and she reached back with a paw, digging her claws into his hair. "Take a good, deep whiff of them, then...the sooner you get used to the smell and the taste, the sooner you can stop being a little bitch about all of this!"

His body trembled, his knees shook, and he tried to turn his head, but Ardanis was stuck in place, and though he tried to hold his breath for as long as he could, he was forced to breathe in after a few moments, running out of oxygen in the process. A terrible head rush struck him for his efforts, and it was followed by the musky, thick scent of Andrea trailing across his tongue and going up into his nostrils as he inhaled.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, he worried, and though he kept his thoughts to himself, he was sure that Andrea would be able to see that she was pushing him too far, if she'd so much as take a look at his face.

Unbeknownst to the trapped feline, Andrea was recording their current interactions, and had the entire moment on a live-stream to Naira. She could see every bit of strain and struggle on the face of Ardanis, and her lips were curled in a cheeky grin at the thought of just how uncomfortable he was.

"All right, pussy; break time is over!" Andrea yelled, making sure that her voice was picked up by the camera, and the hidden lens captured the sight of Andrea reaching back between her legs and gripping her own cock by the base. She held it tight and slapped Ardanis right across the cheek with the length, staining his fur with his own saliva, and a healthy dose of her precum to boot, before she pressed the tip back to his lips again.

He tried to resist, with everything that he had left in his body. He could feel precum beginning to drip and spill into his nostrils, and his body was quivering with exhaustion and sexual frustration, but he kept his lips sealed, even when Andrea yanked on his hair and hovered a footpaw over the orbs of his sack once more.

"Open your fucking mouth, Ardanis."

She didn't even have to voice the threat. He knew the stakes, and she knew that he'd break down, sooner or later. She was perfectly okay with him being foolish enough to push her to that edge, and she didn't need any help going over it, and far past it.

Quaking lips began to spread open, but they took too long, and the footpaw came down anyway, pressing the poor cat's balls into the floor once more with a weighted step. His maw flew open to cry out in pain, but the sound was muffled by the presence of an advancing cock, and his cries of shrill, pure discomfort were drowned out as thick, wide flesh filled every inch of his muzzle and began pushing for his throat once more.

Eyes of muted gray couldn't decide where to turn; Andrea had plenty of things that she'd love to look at while she worked, and thankfully, she had cameras set up to capture the action from multiple angles. She had several windows open on her computer, and in three of them, she could see Ardanis straining around her cock, veins bulging out from his neck as his head was forced to tilt back to a point of discomfort, and in the last window, she saw Naira, sitting at her own computer desk in another country, legs spread wide open, and pussy drooling with excitement at the show that she was being given.

If Ardanis could have seen the sight, it might have crushed him, but the sight of his distanced lover might have also raised his spirits, and Andrea wasn't willing to take that risk.

She was willing to lift her footpaw just slightly, however, relieving the pressure from Ardanis and giving him a temporary sense of relief, though she was just as happy to take it back away from him. She treated his sack like a gas pedal, and for seconds at a time, she'd apply pressure, before releasing it, as if she were stopped at a red light.

The relief was never quite long enough for Ardanis to break out of his pain, and the cycle was only adding to his frustrations as he tried not to black out from the lack of oxygen.

"If Naira were here, I think she'd tell you to let me cum in your mouth...I bet she'd make you drink it all up, like it was sweet, precious milk from her big, juicy tits," Andrea taunted Ardanis as if he could possibly need any more punishment. She knew that her words would get his attention, however, and her smile came around anew as she felt a tight, swallowing reflex around her length, cuing Ardanis into the fact that she was close to an orgasm without actually having to praise him, or let him hear a single moan of delight.

It was a struggle for her, no doubt, but her pleasure was that much greater when she felt a combination of swallowing and gagging around the shaft of her rod, aided by the sudden and heavy flood of cum that spurted from the tip of her cock. "For every single drop you spill, you're gonna spend another week in chastity," Andrea warned him, and it was met with a high-pitched, whining squeal, just as she expected it would be. The task was impossible, but Ardanis still gave it everything that he had as he swallowed rapidly, leaving Andrea to tremble with orgasmic delight and pant quietly; she didn't want to give Ardanis any gratification, but his skills were downright impressive, and she didn't know much longer she could keep from crying out in ecstasy.

If he ever had a chance to speak again, Ardanis would only complain about the pain of his sore throat, and the ache of his stretched jaw, as cum began pouring out from the edges of his muzzle and down over his cheeks. Tiny, excess strands came out through his nostrils and seeped out from his lips as a terrible mess grew upon his chin, but he continued to swallow, knowing the mess would have been that much worse if he didn't keep on working his throat around the bountiful seed.

White, sticky cream coated every inch of his well-fucked throat when Andrea finally pulled her hips back, and again, Ardanis panted, this time so rapidly that he nearly began to hyperventilate. The heavy flow of his breath kicked up tiny strands of mingled saliva and ejaculate, staining the underside of Andrea's sack as she hovered over him, making sure that the cameras had the perfect angle of what was sure to be their hottest film yet.

"My goodness...you're a terrible mess! A good little slut would have swallowed the whole load, no problem!" Andrea maintained her stance on negative reinforcement, and when her words didn't draw any kind of reaction from the defeated feline, she cocked the corner of her lips into an arrogant smirk. "Seems that I fucked the life right outta you, little guy. I sure hope you've got a little something left in the tank for dessert!"

Ardanis had no idea what dessert could be, and he didn't much care. He knew that it was going to involve something terrible for him, and being stuck in such a sexually charged situation, his cock was straining and bouncing against the steel confines of the cage, begging to be released from the entrapment alone; he didn't even need the relief of an orgasm, he just wanted to be able to have a full erection once again without a steel cage fighting his body the whole way.

"I hate to admit it, but it's really hot when you pant like that, Ardanis," Andrea told him, and though it seemed like a compliment at first, the gray feline was skeptical to take anything as such from her. "I've taken your voice for granted, and I never let you use it like I should. Perhaps we should record a little something for Naira, so she can hear who your heart really belongs to?"

Betraying Naira in such a way was something that Ardanis couldn't have fathomed, even as early as that morning.

Now, the thought was a welcome one, if it would free him from the terrible clutches of Andrea's twisted mind.

**

Andrea brought herself to the edge of the couch, and set the laptop down right between Ardanis' thighs. The frame had a built-in camera that was able to record all of the action and send a two-way video, but Ardanis wasn't able to see what was actually being filmed, thanks to a certain obstruction.

There was a thick, heavy rump settled right on the edge of his face, and a footpaw was teasing over his covered member, forcing blood to rush back to the trapped organ and cause him terrible discomfort every time that she so much as brushed against it. She never strayed her pawpads too far from the edges of his member, giving him something akin to a footjob, but given the terrible condition that his member was in, and all of the pressure that it was under, he'd rather it be completely left alone...

...He also knew that such a relief was never going to come. "I've left you just enough room to voice your frustrations, Ardanis...but I'd highly recommend that you don't," was the only advice that Andrea gave him. "We're gonna play a little game...you eat my ass, and beg me to let you cum. If I think you're holding back on my asshole, or that you're not begging hard enough...then this goes even deeper inside of you!"

Andrea knew just about every method under the sun to bring a mortal body to orgasm, and though she didn't think the toy was quite going to reach deep enough, she thought that the thick, heavy vibrator in the feline's ass might just be enough to bring him to an orgasm without actually stimulating his cock. It might have sounded like a blessing, but the tight clamp around his balls meant that the pumping of semen would be horribly uncomfortable, and his cock being trapped in the cage would turn the moment into nothing more than a release of fluid, preventing his body from actually enjoying the moment.

"How do I win?" Ardanis was foolish enough to ask, though he could barely manage the words, with his snout so deeply buried in the full, musky curves of Andrea's backside.

"Win? I just said we were playing a game, silly. It doesn't always have to be about winning and losing...unless I win, and you lose."

In the sense of winners and losers, Ardanis was already as good as dead, and he felt a massive weight against his neck as Andrea squatted back down and forced the feline's muzzle to dig even deeper into her rotund ass, until his lips were pressed squarely to the warm, musky pucker of her asshole.

His mouth, and his face as a whole were already plenty abused for the day, but Andrea didn't have any intention of slowing down. Having accepted her musk to a point already, Ardanis opened his trembling muzzle and slurped his tongue forward, brushing it over the tight, wrinkled orifice with a wince of his eyes.

"I can feel you working," she muttered to Ardanis and winked at the camera, "But I don't hear you begging to cum, you stupid little slut!"

Precum spilled down over Ardanis' neck and chest in impressive volume as he dug his tongue in deep to the offered entrance, but the reminder was more than he needed to cry out. "Please...l-let me cum!" he yelled, and the vibrations tickled and teased against Andrea's sensitive tailhole, causing the same appendage to stick out straight with a certain delight.

Though she couldn't hide that reaction, it clearly still wasn't enough to appease Andrea, who pushed down further with her rump and stroked the pads of her footpaws on either side of the cage, stimulating Ardanis and forcing more blood to try and work its way into his flesh, but stopping well short of anything that could be considered pleasurable.

"That's it? Really? You call that begging?! If that's the best you can do, I'll see to it that you don't cum for the rest of the year, you ungrateful little fuck!"

In the midst of the summer months, Ardanis truly believed Andrea would make good on her word, and he couldn't imagine another five months without any kind of release, to the point that his irises shrunk down to pinpricks in the middle of his eyes, and his tongue slurped with an eager, rapid pace, all while he did everything that he could to beg Andrea and sing her praises.

Andrea nearly felt that she was being spoiled as the physical attentions began to rival the verbal, and she bit down on her lower lip to try and hide her gleeful smile. "Please, please! I need it...I n-need to cum! I can't live like this anymore! I...I b-beg of you, let me cum!" Ardanis cried out like a madman and shook within the bindings of rope that held his arms behind his back, even then. His entire body began to fidget around, but with Andrea squatting over his face and bending his neck backwards, there was no hope of escape for the kneeling male, and though his words were dripping with passion and desperation, Andrea still wasn't moved.

She only leaned down further, until her asshole was so on top of his muzzle that he could barely open it to lick at her musky entrance any longer.

"Sounds to me like you're not quite there yet," Andrea gave little credence to Ardanis or his efforts, knowing that whatever little scraps of strength and resistance he had left were easily being stripped away from his very being. "A real shame, too. Your cock feels like it's just gonna burst out of this cage if I don't take it off of you soon...there's even precum leaking out of the back of it!"

The heavy, pulsing veins on the underside of Ardanis' trapped member were nothing more than a pain for the poor feline, and his balls were so heavily swollen that even the slightest of touches to the skin of his sack felt like a heavy, dropped weight thundering down on his flesh. His body was already pushed to the breaking point, and Andrea was sure that his mind reached that point, as well, when the maddened cries faded away, replaced only with one quiet, desperate squeak.

"I d-don't deserve it..."

Those were the magic words, and Andrea made a thumbs-up to the camera as she lifted her rump just a little bit. "Say that for me one more time, kitty-slut?"

His body was done trembling with mingled exhaustion and fear...his mind wouldn't allow it, and even if it had a free thought left to give, Andrea would have been able to easily snatch it away. "I don't deserve to cum," Ardanis muttered, and his voice dripped with a sense of defeat that could only come from such a perfect and total dominance of one's mind. "Until I am perfect for my mistress, I don't deserve to be freed..."

It was hard for Andrea to contain her excitement, but she did the best that she could, cocking a brow down at Ardanis as if she wondered what took him so long to come to such a conclusion. "You certainly don't, Ardanis...so you won't be getting to cum today. Perhaps, if you can do a better job of swallowing my cum tomorrow, we'll talk about letting you free for a day or two..."

The glimmer of hope was never seen, and the offer was never heard; it fell on deaf ears, as Ardanis looked up to the ceiling with muted eyes. His body was too tired to resist, his mind was broken, and his hopes were all but dashed, to the point that he hardly cared about Andrea beginning to rise from his face.

When she changed her mind and quickly slammed her asshole back down on his lips, he began eating away at the warm, tight pucker without so much as a word being uttered to him, and Andrea curled her tail around the back of his head to encourage him to go deeper.

"You're every bit as broken as Naira wanted you to be," Andrea whispered, "And when she's finished with her training, she'll come home and show you that this was just the tip of the iceberg..."