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A Punishment Without Relief

Chapter 4: Pleasures of the Theater

For Sinister

By Draconicon

Ardanis didn't know how much worse his situation on the station could get. The more that Naira put him through, the more he wondered about what she had been hiding from him this whole time.

This wasn't the nice little cowgirl that he had married so many years ago. This wasn't the woman that he was used to spending his life with, day in and day out. This wasn't the kind-hearted woman that had tolerated his cheating for so long and still put out for him the few times that he asked her to. This was some kinky demon that had taken her form and had decided to punish him for adultery.

That was what this was. There was no way that Naira had ever been this kinky and perverted.

That was what he kept telling himself as she pulled him out of the lingerie shop, his cheeks still burning and his head still covered in cum from what that...that...Dalmatian had done to him. She had been so thorough in punishing him, face-fucking him, kicking his balls, even forcing the nanites of his suit up his ass as she fingered his prostate.

His cock still tingled from that, swimming in pre-cum inside the nanite suit to remind him what a sissy he was becoming, how eagerly he was enjoying the pleasure of anal play.

I'm not...I'm not liking...cocks...

He kept telling himself that, but he wondered how honest it was anymore.

Naira led him along, the holstaurus girl swaying happily as she led him by the bulge through the big module that they were in. There were big neon signs further down, and she seemed eager to take advantage of the smaller population at the moment by going everywhere that they could.

The fact that he was a whore seemed to grab every shopkeeper's attention. Oh, sure, they used the term 'relief officer' and 'morale officer' around the feline, but everyone knew what they meant. Everyone knew what he really was to them.

A whore.

It didn't help that Naira made him wear the lacy stockings that he'd been forced to 'steal' from Tesla's shop, either. The way that they clasped against his calves and thighs showed off his legs in a way that he had never imagined them being shown, and the way that they forced him to walk - something about the integration with the nanite suit that pulled and tugged his legs - made him feel like he was prancing about. His cheeks burned constantly, his head downcast.

Eventually, the cowgirl stopped in front of a new store. Ardanis bumped into her from the sudden stop, and then looked up.

"A...a theater?" he asked.

"Well, there's plenty of other entertainment options here, aren't there?" she said, shaking her head. "Why not have a place to watch movies?"

It made sense, yes. That wasn't his issue.

So far, they'd gone into sex-toy shops, into BDSM shops, into master/slave shops, and more things that were related to sex and dominance and submission than he had ever known existed. The fact that they were looking at something relatively normal was what bothered him, as it felt like little more than a trap.

He looked up and down the great courtyard that encircled them, half-convinced that Naira had called that oni to come and fuck him here again, or to see Tesla and the other shop-owners coming around to hit him with a gangbang. It would have made sense, made this whole thing make sense, made this nightmare a true one.

But...there was nobody.

"Come on," she said, dragging him along.

He was helpless but to follow her into the building, yelping as they were dragged past the ticket office right into the concession lobby. His wife continued moving forward while Ardanis struggled to walk normally, even as the stockings on his legs kept pulling him to prance, to walk in a way that shook his butt about and further advertised what he was for.

Eventually, they got to the concessions desk, where a vixen was looking over the edge of it and smiling at their approach.

"Well, well, well. I see we have the first of our Relief Officers."

"Oh, he's still learning the job, I'm afraid," Naira said. "But he's doing alright. Not the best, but far from the worst."

"I would hope so. Nothing but the best for our customers on the station."

"So, I don't suppose that I might be able to get a discount for training a whore here? I mean, it's a public service, after all, and it would give all of us something to enjoy in the theaters."

"Heh, I should have guessed. You customers, always looking for a way to knock the price down."

"Can you blame me? It's so expensive."

"Yes, but so's the rent."

"You'll get more customers if they know a Relief Officer frequents the place."

"Hmmm, true..."

The vixen looked at him, and Ardanis shivered as he felt the measuring intensity of her gaze. She was looking him up and down, measuring his capabilities with that stare, and he felt, once again, like little more than a product.

Eventually, she shook her head.

"He's still too new to do much."

"Let's make a bet then, shall we?"

"A bet, hmm?" The vixen smiled. "Now that I like the sound of. What do you propose?"

"I get the discount, first off. But if my Relief Officer can get six good reviews out of your customers for the theater by the time our movie is over, then I get a free pass for the next month. If he doesn't, then he comes behind that desk and gives you 'service' for your next shift. All of your next shift."

Ardanis sputtered, his mouth working furiously in objection to the plan, but as soon as Naira turned to look at him, he found his mouth refusing to work. It wasn't the suit, either. It was just the way that she looked at him, telling him to shut up with nothing more than that glance.

And he did.

I'm her bitch, he thought, and realized it was true. She's in charge, and I'm her bitch.

Her bitch, and her whore, now that he thought about it. She was whoring him out, pimping him out to the vixen just so that she didn't have to pay full price for something. It wasn't even an important thing like making rent. All it involved was a few credits off of a luxury.

He felt ashamed, and at the same time, there was, perhaps, just a bit of arousal under it all. The fact that he felt any bit of need for this was as shameful as what he was being made to do, but it was undeniably there.

He blamed the nanites.

Eventually, the vixen nodded.

"Alright, I think we can make that work. Besides, it's been a long time since I could go to a Relief Office, and a binge night with one might just be what I need to break my dry streak."

"Heh, keep telling yourself that. He's going to win this for me."

"You keep telling yourself that, darling."

The vixen pressed a button, and two holo-tickets popped out of the desk. She flicked them, and the tickets landed on his head, and Naira's.

"There you go. Enjoy the show of your choice."

"Thanks, dear."

Naira smiled, then grabbed him by the bulge once more. His balls ached as he was dragged along with her, his cheeks burning as she pulled him through the archway into the bigger room.

There were plenty of plush seats around, but his wife didn't go for any of them. Instead, she seemed to be attracted to the more open seats in the middle. At first, Ardanis didn't understand why anyone would pick those, other than for the position that they offered. They looked harder, more supportive but less comfortable with their lack of cushions. It wasn't until they were at the aisle itself that he got his answer.

The seats had holes in the bottom, holes that would allow asses, cocks, pussies to push through and be on display to something or someone underneath them.

And he knew exactly who that someone was going to be in this case.

Naira grabbed him before he could start running, squeezing his balls almost as hard as Tesla had been slapping and flicking them. He gasped for breath, going up on his tiptoes from the pressure on the sensitive orbs.

"Ah ah. No running off, now. You are going to do what I tell you, dear."

"But...but here...in public?"

"Of course, in public. Do you think that you're going to be doing all your work in the bedroom?"

He had been hoping that. He'd been rather badly hoping something like that. But that was just one more dream being taken away from him, he supposed.

The cat was led along, his tail twitching madly as the four-dimensional hologram show continued to go through commercials. Naira pushed him down to the floor, then nudged him under the seat, forcing him to slide his legs forward so that it pushed into the next row.

Someone was going to get pissed off with him, he was sure, but there wasn't much he could do about that. He stared up through the hole, having a brief glimpse of the ceiling of the theater before Naira turned around and started lowering herself down.

Unlike his suit, hers was completely under her control, and she was able to warp it, controlling it as it started to fade away from her ass and her pussy. A long, open hole that only he would be able to see pushed down from above, smothering him from either side, her hefty heiny pressing down against his nose and lips.

"Alright, Ardanis. I want you to start worshiping, and I don't want to feel you stop until I tell you to. Otherwise, I'm going to make this a whole lot worse for you."

"Mmmph..."

"Hey, I said, start worshiping. Or do I have to start getting rough?"

The idea of his sweet little Naira getting rough would have been laughable only a little while back, but her kinks and the different sides of her that he had started to see told him that he had only scratched the surface of what his wife was capable of. If he didn't want to see her go full nuclear, he probably needed to do what she said.

So, when she wiggled her ass back and forth along his face, he didn't complain. He just opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and got to work.

It didn't take long for his wife to start moaning as he dragged his tongue along her rim. She was cleaner than most of the other women and shemales that he had been serving, at least. She wasn't quite so sweaty down there, and the musk that he smelled seemed to come mostly from her pussy rather than from her backside, a musk that he was much more familiar with.

In a way, despite the fact that he was being humiliated by putting on a public show this way, it was better than the other things that he had been forced to do. At least now, at least here, he was doing something that he liked for someone that he still, on some level, loved.

He wagged his tongue back and forth, dragging it along her rim again and again, feeling the pucker twitch against his tongue. It clenched down from time to time, almost as if it was trying to trap the rough thing, but he kept licking away, flicking it along her pucker, dragging his tongue over the sensitive pink flesh.

The moans in the air were completely shameless on her part, but still made him blush. The fact that there was someone enjoying themselves this much for something that he did was great, but...

But they were still in public...

His cock twitched inside of its nanite prison, but it didn't get hard. It couldn't, not without his wife's permission, and in this case, he was almost thankful for that. The fact that he was limited, the fact that he was caged, humiliated, was better than showing that he liked this.

Which he didn't, of course. The cat wasn't liking this at all. He was just...doing what he was told.

He groaned as he started pushing his tongue deeper into his wife, feeling her pucker straining against him before allowing him in. The inside of her ass had a stronger taste, a bit musky, a bit bitter, but still clean. Her juices were running down from her pussy to his tongue, flavoring it with something vaguely metallic, but thick, heavy, musky. His cock twitched again, tasting her, but again, stayed soft.

"Mmm, that's it, my dear...keep licking out my ass...I bet that's getting to be your favorite flavor, isn't it? Should I just let you eat your food off of my ass from now on?" she asked, her voice loud enough to carry, loud enough to leave him blushing in shame. "I bet you'd eat it all the more willingly, wouldn't you? Just have someone plop it down on your wife's big, fat ass, and then eat it right off her hole."

He shivered, shaking his head, or would have done if the entirety of her weight wasn't resting on his face. He felt like he was being pulled further between her ass cheeks, dragged deeper between them. His eyes were completely blinded by the white and brown-furred cheeks, his nose shoved right between them and sucking up the combined smell of ass musk and pussy juice.

And he couldn't pull his head back, not even a little bit. She had him trapped, her ass cheeks clenching as he kept rimming her, sucking on her pucker. He pulled on it, nibbled it when it got a bit loose, then shoved his tongue back inside.

And she was loving it. He could feel her grinding back, trying to shove her ass further through her seat onto his face. He could barely breathe past the cheeks, his body shaking as he tried to keep enough air in his lungs to stay conscious, struggling with the effort it took.

In and out, in and out, in and out, he forced himself to keep breathing as he tongued her ass, as he teased her pucker, as he worked his tongue in and out of her hole. Each time he thrust his tongue forward, he felt her inner walls clamp down on it, holding his tongue tight, and every time that he pulled back, he heard her moan.

There were other people around, now. He saw a few other butts in seats around him, saw that there were asses dangling down, as well as cocks and pussies that were just on view. Even then, he only saw them when Naira leaned forward a bit, adjusting herself, and even then, he was more aware of the crowd from the fact that he could hear their footsteps, their voices.

"Heh, already got a Relief Officer?" one voice said.

"Look at how much she's moaning."

"Must have a good tongue on him."

"Not much of a cock, though."

"Hey, maybe he just doesn't like his job."

"Stupid! All Relief Officers are willing. This guy's probably just got a micro-dick."

"Or he's gay. Might be that he needs a cock to suck."

"Hey, an ass is an ass."

"Hey, woman, you mind loaning him to me for a minute?"

That sounded like a deeper, huskier voice. One that belonged to a bigger woman, or a smaller man. Ardanis tried to give a shake of his head, to say no, but there was nothing that could stop the answer that he knew was coming.

"Go ahead," Naira said. "Here, I'll even switch chairs with you."

For a split second, he saw the roof of the theater again, saw the lasers that were firing across the ceiling as the space opera story was starting.

And then, he saw nothing but a brown-furred ass, thick and heavy and sweaty coming down on his face.

It was worse than Naira's, far, far worse when it came to the raw smell of ass musk. The sweat that clung to the fur saturated everything, clinging to his face, soaking his chin and his cheeks almost instantly. His eyes rolled back and his nose burned as he breathed it in, and the first touch on his tongue came from the sweat-drops, the salty taste burning his taste-buds.

It was even worse to feel balls on his chin, knowing it was another shemale rather than a female. Her balls were huge, even bigger than Tesla's, and he could hear the soft moos of pleasure from above as his wriggling squirms gave the other person some sort of unwilling pleasure.

"Mmmph...he's a little guy, isn't he?"

"That's true, but he's very good at what he does. Just push down."

Push down? He wasn't sure if he could be squished any further, but apparently the other person was willing to try.

He groaned as the great weight of that massive brown butt pushed him into the ground, holding him paralyzed in a way that nothing else ever had. He groaned, the sound muffled between the cheeks as that asshole was pressed right to his lips. It was loose, well-used, and he could feel the sweat running across the wrinkled flesh, begging him to lick it up.

And he had no choice but to do it. He could feel Naira's 'encouragement' through the slow grip and vise that was forming around his balls. With a whimper, the feline gave in, dragging his tongue across that hole. He shivered, giving it the worshiping that it probably didn't deserve, and he waited for the mooing over his head to stop.

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It took almost an hour before Naira was back to him, for her to take a turn to sit over him once more. Ardanis was so musk-zonked, so out of his mind, that he barely recognized her ass when she sat down over his face. He shivered, apologetically dragging his tongue over her pussy, hoping that she'd let him out.

She did, for once. She made him kneel in front of her, staring down at her pussy...and showing off that she'd been busy, too.

She was oozing cum. Whose, he didn't know, but her pussy was soaked with it, oozing seed out of her and onto the floor. She even reached down and shoved a finger inside with a naughty squelch, forcing it to drip more, forcing it to be even more obvious that she'd been unfaithful while he was servicing someone.

"Mmph..."

And yet, he couldn't even bring himself to complain, not even when she pulled his head down and forced him to start eating her out. The taste was not the same as when he had sucked the oni's cum from her pussy, but it was not that different, either.

As he sucked and licked away the salty mess, she rubbed his head, whispering to him.

"The more I do to you, the more I want to do, dear. I thought maybe this bit of revenge would be enough, but no...this...this is way too fun for me."

"Mmmph..."

"Maybe we had it wrong all these years. Maybe you never should have been in charge. Maybe it was meant to be me in charge all along."

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

He wanted to complain, but what could he say that wouldn't end in pain or problems? She was already pushing for him to give up more, but what else could he do?

"The only thing that would have made you listen back then was a cock," she continued. "You never listened to women, only other men. If I'd had a cock back then, then you would have listened to me, and we never would have been in this mess. I swear, you would have been a well-behaved husband, and we could have skipped this whole thing."

He shivered. The idea of the old Naira with a cock was almost cute, but the idea of this one with a dick? He'd never have a moment's peace. His asshole would never close. He'd -

"Thankfully, this suit can give me one."

Oh no...oh no...

He pulled back, his lips soaked with the seed of another man, just in time to see her leaning back and rubbing along her clit. The suit covered her pussy again, but rather than just leave her with a camel toe, it started to grow over her crotch. It pushed forward, the latex and nanites hardening into one long, thankfully not too thick shaft, pushing further and further forward until it loomed over his face.

His eyes wanted to bug out of their sockets, not helped by the fact that there were dozens of people around him.

Looking around, hoping to see a little bit of sympathy on one of their faces, Ardanis found himself staring at dozens of lustful men, women, and shemales, each one touching themselves to the show that they were getting from him and Naira. The men and shemales were wearing condoms, while the women just let their juices dribble down to the floor beneath them.

And on the floor beside him, several knotted-up condoms had already been gathered together, tribute to what he had been doing for his wife.

Oh god, oh god...

Naira patted her lap, and he felt himself drawn forward, made to get up and mount her. The feline turned around, his hole soon exposed as the nanites pulled back from his backside, and he sat down on her lap. The feeling of that thick cock sliding up between his ass cheeks was like nothing he expected, and he whimpered as he realized that he was about to fuck himself on it. Fuck himself on it in front of a theater full of people.

She pulled him back, her arms around his middle, and she whispered the fateful word for him.

"Ride."

His suit pulled him back, body control that he couldn't fight. His hole pressed against the tip of that throbbing fake cock, and then his hips pulled him down the rest of the way.

"Nnnngh!"

He bit his lips, feeling his insides opening up in a way that they hadn't since the oni had fucked him. It was a thick, long cock, and he could feel it dragging its way deeper and deeper into his body, opening his inner walls up and forcing him to admit it into his guts. He could feel it, almost see it as it passed a certain depth, seeing his belly throb and stretch around the tip.

Oh god, oh god...

The worst part of it was that it didn't feel that bad. Oh, it was humiliating as all hell, but the sense of pain wasn't nearly as strong as it had once been. Instead, he felt a sense of need, a sense of pressure and pleasure as the shaft rubbed against a little button not too far into his asshole, grinding down on his prostate and rubbing it with a pressure that could not be denied.

His cock didn't get hard, but it did ooze inside of his suit, dribbling over his balls, soaking his crotch in seed. Or at least, pre-seed.

As his wife started him bouncing on her cock, he could feel his flaccid bulge bouncing in his suit. No, he could see it, watched it as it was made to lift, fall, lift, fall, showing off just how much he'd been forced to hold back. He whimpered, biting his lips as he took ten inches or more into his hole, stretching it out, feeling it puckering, clenching, squeezing in a way that no 'straight' guy should have been doing.

And the whole time, he was gasping for breath, his body shaking, twitching, pleasure running up and down his spine that he didn't want to have. He bit his lips, fighting off his moans.

"It's so much easier for you to submit to cock, isn't it?" Naira whispered to him as she guided his ass up and down her cock. "You know why, hmm?"

"Mmmph...n-no..."

"You never get to fuck it."

She pulled him down again, his eyes just about bugging out of his head at the full filling that he got all at once.

"You never get to fuck cock. You don't get to penetrate it. You don't get to control it. You don't get to fill it. All that you get is fucked by it. And that's why you submit to cock, my dear...that's why you submit to it in a way that you never did to me..."

Ardanis shook his head, trying to fight the urges that she was giving him, the needs that were filling his ass. He didn't want to like cock. He didn't want to be interested in them, to submit to them, or anything like that. He wanted to do this job and then go back to a normal life. He didn't...

He didn't...

Oh god...

His eyes were rolling back in his head at the forced pleasure that the fake cock was giving him, his hole bending to it, surrendering to the shaft. Every thrust down was a spike of bliss, unwanted, but undeniable.

The feline shivered, trying to play it off, trying to just think of the movie and how he'd be free to go when the movie was over. No more anal in front of an audience, or at least, not in the theater. However, no matter how hard he tried, no matter what distractions he reached for, it was never enough. All he could think about was the humiliation of being ass-fucked in the middle of a theater, in front of so many people, and the pleasure that was being forced upon him from it.

"And still so soft," Naira said. "At least when you were free, you had a cock you could use, but you haven't been hard for so long now. Maybe you're just starting to accept your new place, hmm?"

She reached around him, and the feline gasped as his cock was squeezed. The bulge twitched, but again, wouldn't grow, wouldn't harden.

"Please, please, don't..."

"Don't what, hmm? Show everyone that you're soft as can be?"

She pushed at him from beneath, then did the unthinkable.

She ordered the nanites to expose him.

Ardanis would have reached down to cover himself on the first day, but by now, he'd been trained to understand that one didn't hide one's body. He was a Relief Officer, essentially a slave to his wife, and she controlled what, if anything, was hidden. All he could do was blush as his cock was revealed.

He felt innumerable eyes on it, on his flaccid, dripping shaft. He was still oozing, still leaking, his body responding to the pleasure but not able to get hard from it.

Oh god, oh god...

"Look at that. So soft, so limp. I wonder if it will ever be able to get hard again," she said. "Oh, look. All those ladies that you might have fucked...all those customers that might have liked a kitty cock...None of them are interested anymore."

He could see she was right. The female customers in the theater looked disappointed, their attention shifting from his cock to the fake one that was inside of him. He could read their faces, guess where their thoughts were going.

Sissy.

Pegging.

Whore.

Slut.

Not a man anymore.

And they were probably right. His cheeks burned as he was filled again, and again, and again, his asshole pulling in and out as it followed the fake cock. His tongue started to hang out as the pressure on his prostate started to get overwhelming, his needs rising higher and higher. He thrust his hips back without thinking about it, his body begging for an orgasm that would not cum.

As he flung himself back and forth, his flaccid shaft only bounced with it, swinging up weakly before falling down, flinging pre over the seats in front of him. Naira chuckled, but the audience just laughed.

My cock...my cock...

It almost felt broken when it wouldn't get hard when it so obviously wanted to. He whimpered, trying to find the words to beg. He turned his head, panting.

"Please...please, just...just once..."

"No, dear. Sluts don't get to choose things. They get what their masters give them, and no more."

His cheeks burned, but his body couldn't stop moving. Ardanis wasn't even sure that it was being forced on him anymore; his need to cum, his need to blow his load was so strong that he didn't know if he could stop unless he was made to. His eyes closed tight, trying to ignore the people around him as he gripped the seat in front of him for leverage.

Gotta...gotta make her happy...do anything...make her happy...earn orgasm...earn cum...

The fact that he was thinking like that, that he was imagining himself slamming back to earn an orgasm, that he was trying to fuck his ass to get off, would have been impossible to conceive of before they'd come here. Now?

Now, it was a whole different game.

He could feel that slippery cock going in and out, in and out, each time pummeling the pleasure button on the inside. The humiliation of getting so much bliss from his ass kept fighting him, kept holding him back from orgasm, though. He wanted to cum, but not like this.

Not like this.

In and out, in and out, his hips moving forward and back to fuck himself on that cock. He couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. In and out, in and out, in and out -

"Mmm, sit on my lap, dear slut."

And just like that, he was made to stop, just when he was getting close. The feline settled himself on the holstaurus's lap, looking at her. She only smirked, holding out her hand.

One of her neighbors put several used condoms between her fingers, each one filled with a substantial amount of seed from the other customers at the theater. Ardanis looked at them with eyes wide with fear and dismay.

She...she wouldn't...oh god, she would...

Naira untied one of them, the raw, powerful smell of musky cum rising from the inside of the condom and assaulting his nose. His hole clenched tight around the fake cock inside of it, and he slowly shook his head.

"Please..."

"If you want to cum..."

"Please...not this..."

"Then you know what you have to do."

She held it out to him, the condom tip filled with a heavy load of seed. White, gloppy, and thick, it was barely warm. It must have been one of the first loads spilled for him, which meant that it would be thicker and harder to swallow than a fresh one blown down his throat. He'd have to force it.

He looked at her, begging one more time with his eyes, but she didn't relent. She just kept offering it.

...I need...I need to cum...

Eventually, he took it, holding the stretched base to his lips. He whimpered under his breath, then slowly tilted the bloated tip upwards, letting the cum fall into his mouth.

It was so thick, so salty, so hard to swallow, but he forced himself to keep gulping it down, trying to let it touch his tongue as little as possible. It was sticking to everything, burning the flavor of cum to his tongue, refusing to let him ignore what he'd done.

And there were still three more to swallow.

"I think I'm getting those positive reviews, don't you?" Naira asked.

"Yes, Mistress..." he said as he slowly took another.

The End