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A Punishment Without Relief

Chapter 9: Honest Feelings

For Sinister

By Draconicon

Expecting a harsh punishment when he was eventually returned to Andrea, Ardanis was honestly surprised to be given nothing more than a small sigh and a pat on the rump. The shemale feline told him that he'd have a day or two more in chastity, but after that, she would allow him to cum.

"I probably should have talked that punishment out with security first...damn Mina," the sex therapist muttered.

The difference between the treatment that he got from Andrea and the treatment that he got from Naira was night and day. It was the difference between being treated as a person and being treated as some sort of prisoner. Admittedly, yeah, he had deserved it for a while, but...

Well, being treated nicely was better.

Ardanis spent the next two days under his mistress's ass for the most part. Occasionally, he was present while she did her other, more reputable work - that of working over her clients and showing them what they needed, what they were missing, what they were repressing - and that was always fun. He got to watch other people get fucked, watched his mistress fucking their asses, and it was always hot to see other people moaning, groaning, spilling their loads like sluts.

Then again, he wasn't spilling his load at all. He wondered what exactly that made him if they at least got to cum.

The days went by, and as the second day came around, he found himself pressed right against Andrea's ass again. She was working on something at her desk, while he served as her chair, his hands up gripping at her ass cheeks, holding them apart as his nostrils flared, sucking in her musk. The cheeks were slightly damp from her sitting in a sauna for a while, and the soft smell of her sweat and musk kept him twitching in his nanite cock cage.

"Having a good time, Ardanis?" she asked in a neutral tone.

"Mmmph..."

"Well, if you're having too good a time, I can always turn up the heat."

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"That's what I thought. Now, shove that tongue in a bit deeper. I'm still thinking straight."

She always pushed him to take it further and further when he was down there, reminding him that he needed to embrace what he was, to enjoy himself, to show off and make it clear that he was supposed to be a good slut. He had been getting better at that. Kani and Francis had come around during the last two days, and they had both been very, very happy to use his ass.

And, well...he had enjoyed their cocks back there. Not completely, and not as much as he liked having his cock inside of something, but it was better than nothing by a long shot.

And if he was going to get the cage off, he knew that he had to prove that he was learning his lessons. If he didn't show that he was 'enjoying' being a submissive little slut, then the cage could stay on. Andrea could decide to extend the chastity further. And then...

God, he didn't know what would happen then. He was already so horny. His hole was puckering like mad, pulling the nanite-built plug further into his ass, fucking him with it as it grew and shrunk in size, simulating thrusts over his prostate. His cock was bent down over his balls, held stiff and still there, unable to completely harden, unable to do more than form a bit of a curved bulge down there, a null-bulge that meant that he wouldn't be fucking anyone anytime soon.

So, he did as he was told. He moaned against her ass, parting the cheeks and sticking his tongue deep inside. He gasped for breath as he felt her sweat rolling over his tongue, her pucker soft, slightly bitter, but warm and eager to accept his tongue.

The taste got slightly darker inside, still clean, but also bitter, a hot taste that was signature to that part of the body. He groaned, closing his eyes halfway as her tail danced over his face, his cheeks still burning as he forced his tongue as far up her ass as he could get it, making it stiff and working it side to side inside of her.

"Mmmm, that's better..."

She pushed down on his face that much more, submerging him between her generous ass cheeks. The feeling of her rump on his face was as humiliating as ever, but at least it was more enjoyable than some of the things that he could have been made to do. He had seen some other Relief Officers on the station being made into nothing more than footstools, staring at the wall in full boredom all day. Still others had been forced to work as a holding device, presenting their asses for whatever their owners were going to shove inside, and then holding it until they needed it. It could be nothing but a pen, or it could be as thick as a wine bottle shoved back there. Nobody knew what was going to happen until it happened.

At least he was only stuck on ass-licking duty. That was better than it could be, by a long shot.

Still, his head swam and his cock twitched, the conditioning to enjoy that ass sinking in deeper and deeper the more that he licked at her hole. The feeling of it twitching against his tongue, the way that it was pulling on it and trying to get it to go deeper was all the more intense the more that he tasted her, the more that he licked her.

His lips were pressed right up against her pucker, and his cheeks were stained with her ass sweat. Everything was so thick and hot and musky and strong that it was hard to think. All he could do was follow orders.

All he wanted to do was follow orders.

"Mmmph...mmm...mmmmmmm..."

He moaned as he pulled his tongue in and out of her pucker, her rim flexing and pulling and clenching on his tongue as he soaked it. Some part of him wondered if he would ever be allowed to shove his cock up there, either as a reward or a task. He'd heard rumors from Tesla that sometimes Andrea liked the idea of being fucked, that she would allow someone to put their cock in her ass if they were good enough.

Could he be good enough for that?

Did he want to be?

The plug in his ass expanded, growing outwards, and he moaned louder as his cock spat pre into the nanite speedos that he was forced to wear. His balls felt like they had grown huge, swollen from the chastity that he had been forced into, and the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. Every time that he rocked forward, or took a step, or shifted his position, he could feel the heavy sack swaying back and forth, the sheer girth and weight of all that unspent seed waiting to be pushed out. He moaned, feeling his balls churning like mad, feeling his cock straining to poke itself upwards.

Nothing happened, of course. The nanites still had total control of his body, and the only freedom he was allowed was what he earned from Andrea. She was more generous than Naira, but not by much.

"A little...mmph...a little more..."

He was getting to her, though. He was making her enjoy the rimming, the hole-sucking, the kissing, the worshiping. She was moaning for him, grunting, at least. That meant that he was doing his job right.

He pushed his tongue in deeper still, grinding it along her prostate. The shemale's cock was throbbing, he could hear it slapping against the underside of the desk. She was getting more and more into it, her breath coming faster and faster.

A little more. A little more.

He worked his tongue up and around, digging his nose right under her tail as he mashed his lips against her asshole, working it open. It was already getting looser and looser, wetter and wetter the more that he worked on it. It wouldn't be long until it was nice and open, wet and willing for anything to go inside, and he wondered if he would be able to get her to take something more than -

And just as he was thinking that, she pushed him back with a foot, grinding it against his bulge and making him slide across the floor. He groaned, hunching forward, his cock spitting pre again inside of the suit as her toes curled along the tip of his cock and the bottom of his balls at the same time.

"Ah...ah..."

"Not too much, now. You were getting into it, which is good, but you don't want to overdo it. You might make someone think that you're trying to take charge, and that isn't what you do, is it?"

"N-no, mistress."

"That's right. Now. What are you?"

"A good little whore," he muttered, nodding. "A good whore for ass and musk and anything else that people ask of me."

"Do you believe that yet?"

"No...not yet, not all the way."

"But you believe that you're a whore?"

"I think I believe that, mistress."

"Well, that's a start."

She rubbed his head gently, then kneeled down beside him. Her soft fingers gripped the edge of the chastity bulge, pulling it up a little bit. He huffed, unable to help himself as she rolled his cock and balls along her palm.

"Hmmm..."

Ardanis said nothing, knowing that anything that sounded like begging would immediately cut him off from any chance of getting off. The last thing that the mistress liked to hear was someone begging for her to change her mind about something. She had already promised that he would get off today, that his chastity would be done today. If he started pushing, if he showed himself as too desperate, then he wouldn't have learned the lesson that this was supposed to teach.

Patience. A slave's pleasure was in the pleasure of others, in giving them what they wanted and hoping that they were good enough to earn what they themselves wanted. That was how it worked. He did good, and he would get good stuff back.

That was what he told himself, but it took all of his willpower to stay still as the other cat rubbed his chastity cage, to not feel envy as he looked down at her free cock and thought about his own caged one.

Finally, she let it drop.

"You'll be allowed to cum. But not here."

"Mmph...where, mistress?"

"There's a brothel of sorts down two levels from this office. You'll go there, and talk to Aludiana. She'll set you up."

"What do I tell her?"

"Tell her that Andrea sent you for therapy."

"T-therapy, mistress?"

"You didn't think I'd have you do just one thing at a time, did you?"

She chuckled, patting him on the shoulder as she stood up. He recognized a dismissal when he saw one, and he quickly rose to his feet as well, making his way to the door with alacrity.

Through it before the cat could say anything else, he hurried out of the office and into the main part of the Paradise space station once more. The hallways were starting to fill with more tourists and the station opened up, and he blushed as more than a few of them looked him over, glancing from his nanite suit to his almost-exposed cock to his chest, as if expecting to see prices for him.

And if there had been a moment for that, they probably would have seen quite the list. Andrea hadn't ruled out using him as a full whore now that he was working with her, and he didn't know if there was a way to avoid that. After all, he was a Relief Officer for the station, and that meant that he had to earn money to get out of his current contract. Maybe that would happen today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, but he had no illusions that it wouldn't happen. It would.

He just had to be in a state where maybe, maybe, he had been trained well enough that he might enjoy it.

The mostly-naked cat made his way through the station, his ears pricking and flicking around, his tail twitching nervously. He kept several feet away from all the tourists, trying to subtly show that he wasn't for sale, that he was on duty for a different task, a different mistress. It wasn't easy, either, considering how grabby most of the people on station were, but he managed to keep out of their way for the most part.

Still had a few bruises on his butt when he found the elevator, though. People pinched hard, and the nanites couldn't get rid of all the force.

He rubbed his ass as he looked out the glass wall of the elevator. There were so many more people now, and he could see several more Relief Officers across the way. One of them had gotten the misfortune to grab Mina's attention, and the minotaur woman had pinned the unfortunate mouse up against a nearby wall. He could barely make out the slender tail of the mouse sticking past the furry legs and large ass of the security officer, and he winced slightly in sympathy.

Isn't the worst place to be, but...wow...

That poor mouse would be marked with minotaur musk for the rest of the day, probably would find it impossible to get the taste out of their mouth, too. Mina was not filthy, but she was raunchier than most of the other people that he had been involved with. She had more fur back there, and collected more sweat, and that made her musk infinitely stronger than the average person's.

He shook his head, putting that out of his mind. It was not the time to think of the security officer. It was time to prepare himself for this Aludiana.

Ardanis reached down, fondling himself idly. He couldn't actually cum from touching himself anymore, not without permission. He couldn't even get hard without someone taking control of the suit and allowing it. All he could do was ooze pre-cum, oozing around his balls towards his ass. He swore that the plug back there siphoned it up and squirted it inside of him, keeping him lubed so that the shifting shapes and sizes of the plug never actually hurt him.

It was a small mercy, but an appreciated one. He blushed as he rocked from foot to foot, imagining what was going to happen when he finally found this new person. Andrea seemed to think that they were decent enough, at least from the way that she talked about them, so maybe this would be a good trip?

The elevator stopped, and he stepped out. There were several small shops, but his destination was...well, obvious.

Aludiana's Brothel...

For a station that employed Relief Officers like him, that was a shock and a half. He kind of thought that the competition for whores would be hard, particularly when the station seemed to provide them at such a small cost, but...well, this was Paradise. Maybe there was something else there.

And if he had been sent her to cum, to enjoy himself, then maybe he would be able to cum inside of someone this time around. It was something to hope for, at least.

The cat's tail twitched as he walked up to the front door, white panels sliding out of his way as he poked his head inside. The waiting area was nearly empty, staffed only with some robot drone that moved from side to side, scanning the room until it noticed him. Then, and only then, did it make a beeline for the cat.

"Gah!"

" Hello, and welcome to Aludiana's Brothel. How may we serve you today?"

"Uh, hi. Are you Aludiana?"

" I am not. I am the drone that is assigned by the station to service this establishment. How may we serve you today?"

"I need to talk to Aludiana. Andrea sent me."

" Processing. Andrea. Name recognized. Please hold. Please hold."

Without many other options, the cat did as he was told, standing still and waiting for any sign of the shop owner. He didn't have room to look around the drone, either, and all he could do was stand in the doorway. His speedo felt like it was creeping between his ass cheeks, almost becoming more of a g-string than anything else, and he blushed as he imagined how he must have looked from behind.

God, this is embarrassing...

But not as embarrassing as it might have been once upon a time. All the different types of humiliation he had been put through had made a mark on him, rendered him more sturdy compared to the abuse that was being hurled at him than he had once been. It was a strange feeling, but...

Well, it was nice to know that he could take it.

Finally, the drone floated out of his way as a door at the back of the waiting room opened. Stepping through, however, was the last sort of creature that he had imagined.

Rather than another cat, or a dog, or even something vaguely mythological but real like Mina, the creature coming out of the back rooms was a giant of a woman. She stood a full head taller than him, with horns that rolled along the side of her head like ram horns, except that they were a deep, dark purple, and they seemed to be almost...living, like she could uncoil them at any point if she wanted to.

Her lavender skin was shimmery and shiny, looking like it was fresh-oiled, like she had been taking the time to tend to every inch of herself. Her bare breasts, big and heavy-looking, were just as oiled, and her dark purple nipples were pierced, forced forward by curved metal that hung from each.

And then...then he looked down her hourglass body, finding himself staring at the fattest cock - outside of Mina's - that he had seen on the station. It was huge, looking like some sort of great parasite that had attached itself to a goddess's waist. The underside was pierced again and again and again, metal rods running through it like a ladder from base to tip, and the tip itself was shimmering with wet pre.

She swayed as she walked - no, floated, he realized, the strange woman floating over the floor somehow. Every step was graceful, every sway something that drew the eyes to a sexual part and refused to let it go.

Ardanis's cock felt like it was in genuine pain as he watched her approach, wanting to throb to full hardness and erection, wanting to fuck for the first time in so long. He needed it. He needed it.

The lavender-skinned woman looked down at him, slowly pushing out a tongue almost as long as her cock. She licked her lips, showing off little pearl piercings along the thing, and then pulled it back in her mouth.

"Ardanis, I presume."

"Um...yes, that's me."

"Ha. Come now. You know what you need to call me."

"Ah, right. Um. Mistress Aludiana?"

"Mistress will do."

She smiled, and suddenly, he felt the nanites in his suit peeling open, parting to allow his cock freedom. He moaned, gasping as he felt his shaft unfold, rising up in the open air for the first time in far too long. The urge to grab it and start stroking was almost overwhelming, but he was still conscious enough to realize that there was a band around the base of his cock, something to keep him from cumming just yet.

So, instead, he balled his hands into fists at his sides, nodding slowly.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, little kitten." She smiled. "Now, what might my old friend have in mind for you, hmm?"

"She...she said for me to come here for therapy, Mistress."

"Oh, therapy, hmmm? She has always been a big believer in that...but what sort of - ah, let me just shorten this up."

The demonic-looking woman leaned in, her dark eyes fixed with his. He caught a glow out of the corner of his eyes, and for a moment, he went a little spacy. Everything felt floaty, everything felt...off.

And then it was done. His ears felt a bit strange, almost like there'd been some sort of tube jammed inside of them. Ardanis blinked, turning left and right as he watched the black ooze of the nanites pulling away from his head.

"What...what did you..."

"Ah. Remember the name, little kitten."

She chuckled, patting his head. His eyes went back to her, and he watched as her piercings glowed again, this time forcing the nanites on his body to turn, to shift, to roll along his back until -

"AH!"

He gasped, feeling as if two tentacles had just forced their way up his ass. He fell to his knees, his nose bumping against Aludiana's sack, and he shivered as she tilted his head to look up at her.

"Some transmitters that a dear friend of mine came up with. They allow me to take control of any computer system that I want, whether something as powerful as the station's computers...or the little brains of the nanites that are always swarming around you."

He gasped, understanding the sheer power of this strange woman. His cheeks burned as he felt the tentacles ravaging his hole, pulling it open, stretching it, and he would have fallen right on his face if it wasn't for the fact that she was letting him lean on her balls. He moaned, grunting, biting his lips as he was hammered from behind, feeling like he was getting taken by two guys that hadn't had the chance to fuck for over a year.

He was almost ready to fall over when it suddenly stopped, leaving him gasping for breath. The latex oozed down him again, forming a sort of pair of panties around his balls, his ass completely exposed save for a string of black running between the cheeks, and his cock was left out in the open.

She gripped him by the arms, pulling him up to his feet again. As she dusted him off, he wondered why she had pushed him through that. Just as an excuse to show off her power? Probably.

As he caught his breath, she looked him in the eye again.

"Naira will be waiting for you."

And just like that, he lost his breath again. That simple sentence had stolen away every bit of oxygen in his lungs, and he wheezed as he tried to get it back.

"W-what?"

She tapped her head.

"The nanites can do more than control your body. I can see exactly what's on your mind, exactly what you've gone through."

"You mean...you know..."

"I know everything."

"..."

"It won't be the real Naira," the demonic woman said. "But it will be something like her. Something to let you say what you can't say to the real one. Something that will let you take out all that stress on. Someone to let you begin to heal..."

"..."

"And you can cum in her."

"Oh thank god."

"You really should have better priorities than that, hehehe. But fine."

Aludiana gestured to the door that she'd come from, and it opened up again. Taking that to mean that he was supposed to go down that hallway, he nodded his thanks, bowing his head, and then walked along. He could feel his ass cheeks grinding against each other with every step, and he blushed slightly as he realized just how exposed he still was. If there was anyone back there looking for a whore themselves...

But if he was going to get an illusion of a whore, wouldn't that mean all the whores here were fake? How real were they? What would she feel like?

What would she act like?

Ardanis's curiosity made him move faster and faster until he reached the only open door in the entire corridor. Blushing, he hesitated, then stepped around the corner.

In the split second when he first turned the corner, there was nothing, and he wondered if he had picked the wrong room. Then, he felt something, something tingling in the back of his head, and she was there.

"Naira..."

His breath was taken away for the third time in as many minutes, and he couldn't help but stare at what had once been his. A curvaceous woman with a kind smile, with heavy breasts that were perfectly on display, long, strong thighs that begged one to rest between them for a while, with hips to die for and an ass that was just perfect.

She smiled at him, and he wanted to cry. It was exactly what they had once had, what they'd been at the very beginning of it all. What they had once been to each other was finally in front of him again.

Ardanis ran for the bed, jumping into it with her. She grabbed him and he grabbed her, and they rolled against one another, kissing and holding each other tight, hungry for contact.

Aludiana's words came back to him. This wasn't the real Naira, she'd said, but this felt so real, so right, so exactly like what he remembered. He pressed his hands to her breasts, and he felt the softness of them, so giving and wonderful, even at the hard, erect tip of her nipple. He pushed them in, and she moaned just like she used to do.

He was on the bottom as she finally straddled him, her pussy pressing down against his cock. He groaned as she rolled her hips forward, back, forward, teasing him with her wetness. Every time she came near the tip, he moaned, arching his back and almost thrusting into her, but then she'd pull back and tease him again, leaving him frustrated with the lack of her warmth.

"Ah...ah...Naira..."

"Do you still want me?" she asked, her voice gentle, soft.

It was just what they had once had. This soft love, this fierce hunger for each other. Back before he'd started whoring and hurting her. Back before she'd taken him to task and made him hate her. Back before things had gone wrong.

He ran his hands up and down her hips, feeling the curves again, his hands sinking into her softness, her warmth. He moaned as he cupped her breasts from below and she cupped his balls in return. Everything was so hot and warm and soft and hard and...and just good.

The cat moaned as he hunched his hips up, but every time he did, she slammed hers down, knocking him back to the bed. For something that wasn't real, there was a lot of weight behind her.

"Do you still want me?" she asked, the voice no different...and that was what tweaked it for him.

The real Naira wouldn't have made the question sound the same. She would have been maybe a bit more playful, a bit more forceful, shoving him down and holding his arms over his head to make him say it. This one...

This one was an illusion. He didn't know how it worked, but it was an illusion. Pleasurable, perfect...but not her.

Before he could start to sink down from that thought, the cow-girl leaned in, her breasts dragging over his face. Just like that, his cock throbbed again, and he groaned as he sucked in the soft scent of her sweat and flesh, strong and heavy from between her large breasts.

"Do you still want me? You know what the answer is, if you want this," she said, grinding her pussy over his cock once more.

He groaned under his breath as he felt that slow stroke again, knowing how badly he wanted to cum. From long experience, he knew that both of her holes were wonderful, amazing, tight and hot...

And he knew that Naira would never let him use her ass.

"I want you...and I want your ass," he whispered.

"Mmm, you want this fat ass, do you?"

She slid forward a bit more, and he felt her slide his cock right into the cleft of her ass cheeks. A soft, then louder groan escaped him, particularly as she rolled his cock all the way to her asshole.

"You want me to ride your dick the way you always wished for? You want me to take it deep in my ass, squeak for you, gasp for you, like you're the biggest man that I ever had?"

"Please..."

He whispered, shivering at the mental image. God, he wanted that. He wanted to see her moaning for him, gasping for him the way that she had done for Mina and the others that had fucked her on the station. More than anything else, the cat wanted to see her wanting him like that again.

"Then earn it..."

Something clicked in him then, something that knew exactly what to do. Instead of complaining, or asking, he wiggled down the bed. He slid past her pussy and spread her ass cheeks, and she sat on his face. He leaned forward, kissing her hole. So real, so tight, and so...very...musky.

His cock throbbed as he licked over her asshole, teasing it, kissing it, and he heard her moaning overhead. He ran his hands over her hips, her thighs, her ass cheeks as worshipfully as he could, and rather than teasing him, she ground back against him, showing how much she loved his tongue.

Fuck...fuck...

"Please...let me fuck your ass...let me show you how much I love you...let me show you how much I want you..."

"Mmm, get me lubed..."

He did just that. After so much practice with Andrea, he knew exactly how to use his tongue. In fact, he worked it in deep enough, got her gasping and wet enough, that he was half-sure that he'd gotten her to cum from rimming alone.

But that wasn't all he wanted. He wanted into that ass. He wanted to feel her squeezing on him. He wanted - no, he needed to feel her hole around his cock.

As she came, she slid forward, and for the first time, she pushed her ass out for him. He got behind her, slapping his dick against her ass cheeks, his cock head pressed to her hole.

"Ready?"

"Take me," she whispered.

And he did. He pushed forward, feeling her spit-slick rim opening for him. The warmth pulled him in, the tightness following with that soft 'pop' that came from sliding into something so much tighter. She squeezed as he pushed forward, and for all that he had wanted to make it last, he couldn't.

One, two, three sharp thrusts, the last one burying him up to the hilt, and he came. He came hard, arching his back, his claws digging into illusory hips, his eyes closed tight, his body spasming as he came, and came, and came, shooting thick seed deep into a hole that was tighter than anything he remembered from their past.

"I love you," her voice said, already fading, and as his orgasm tapered off, so did the feeling of her hole around his cock. He looked down, seeing his cum on the sheets, and realized that she'd never been there at all.

He didn't know whether to cry or scream, so he did both as he slumped down on the bed.

The End