"U-Um... c-can't you put them somewhere else?!" Gasper asked, shaking nervously as he stared at the forms of Valper and Freed, who were both still tied up, as Freed's eyes were roaming up and down his body.
"Eh? What's wrong, shitty devil? Are you upset that I'm thinking about fucking your brains out right now?" Freed grinned widely at Gasper, who took a nervous step back.
"I-I'm a guy, you know!"
"So? Look girl enough to me!" Freed cackled, only making Gasper look at him more nervously. Currently, Issei, Rias, Akeno, Koneko, and Gasper were in the basement of the Occult Research Clubhouse, as only one day had passed since the capture of Freed and Valper, as well as one night since Riser had been here. In front of them, the two captive men were tied up on chairs, but were still entirely naked. Freed and Valper glared at the group of devils in front of them, as the two men had been arguing and cussing them out since they had woken up here.
Rias simply rolled her eyes at the two men's threats, and then she turned to Gasper with a smile, patting him on the head, "Don't worry, Gasper-kun. We'll be handing both of these pathetic men over to Oni-sama and the devil government soon."
"But... until then," Akeno hummed, a small, teasing smile on her face as she started towards the two men, "We're going to have some fun. As well as make sure they know their place, of course."
Gasper's face flushed as he watched Akeno approach the men, and he looked between her and Rias with a confused look, "F-Fun?"
"You'll understand soon enough, Gasper-kun," Akeno giggled, a sultry melodic sound that made both Freed and Valper stiffen.
Rias glanced over at Koneko, who was currently standing next to Gasper and Issei, and she gave a small, deliberate nod, "Koneko-chan, you know what to do with Ise-kun and Gasper-kun, don't you?"
"Understood, Buchou," Koneko said, her high-pitched, cute voice a stark counterpoint to the cold, determined glint in her silver eyes. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent communication that was more terrifying than any shouted command. She then reached out, her small, cool hand wrapping around Gasper's wrist, and another around Issei's. "Come."
Gasper let out a small, terrified squeak, but he didn't resist. He followed her, a small, frightened lamb being led by a deceptively gentle wolf. Issei, on the other hand, felt a familiar, traitorous heat begin to build in his groin. He knew what was coming. He knew the agony and the ecstasy that awaited him. He followed willingly, a moth drawn to a masochistic flame.
She led them to a corner of the basement, a spot that was bathed in shadow but offered a clear, unobstructed view of the unfolding drama. Rias watched them settle into their places, a slow, deliberate smile playing on her lips. Then, she turned her attention back to the two men who were tied to their chairs.
"So," she said, her voice a low, seductive purr that was laced with a chilling steel. "Which one do you want, Akeno-san?"
Akeno's giggle was a melodic, wicked sound that echoed in the cold, stone-walled basement. She sauntered towards Freed, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, a silken waterfall that framed her perfect form. She stopped directly in front of him, a vision of dark, predatory beauty.
"Hmm," she hummed, tapping a delicate finger against her chin, her violet eyes roaming over the exorcist's naked, muscular form with a clinical, almost hungry interest. "This one... I like the crazy ones."
She began to unbutton her shirt, her movements slow, deliberate, a mesmerizing striptease. The fabric parted, revealing the creamy skin of her chest, the lacy black bra struggling to contain her magnificent breasts. With a shrug of her shoulders, the shirt fell to the floor.
Rias let out an exaggerated, theatrical huff, a puff of mock indignation.
"Mou, Akeno-san, you always get the fun ones," she pouted, though the predatory gleam in her blue eyes betrayed her true feelings. "That leaves me with the old fossil."
She, too, began to strip. She pulled her shirt over her head, her crimson hair tumbling back down around her shoulders, a fiery cascade that framed her magnificent breasts. They were large and perfect, standing proud and firm, the large red nipples already hard with arousal.
"W-What are you doing?" Issei stammered, his eyes wide, glued to the scene unfolding before him. His cock, which had already been half-hard from the mere anticipation, sprang to full, painful attention, pressing insistently against the fabric of his pants.
"Just watch and enjoy the show, Ise-kun," Rias purred, her gaze meeting his, a slow, deliberate smirk spreading across her face. "You've been seeing us in such... submissive... situations lately. We need to remind you of something important."
She paused, her hands resting on the waistband of her skirt. "Even when we're in charge... even when we're the ones in control... you're still just a cuck. A pathetic little cuck who can only watch."
The words were a lash, a fresh wave of humiliation that washed over him, hot and suffocating. And with the humiliation came the arousal, a dark, intoxicating poison that made his cock throb with a desperate, needy ache.
His gaze, however, was not the only one that was captivated. Freed and Valper, who had been sneering and cursing just moments before, were now silent, their mouths hanging slack. Their cocks, which had been limp and unimpressive, began to stir, swelling with a desperate, primal need as they watched the two most beautiful women they had ever seen strip before their very eyes.
"Well, well," Freed cackled, a high-pitched, lustful sound that was laced with his usual arrogance. "I'm not going to complain about some fat devil tits serving my cock. You devils are all such sluts. You see a real man, and you can't help but get on your knees for him."
His words were cut short, choked off by a sharp, pained gasp.
Akeno, who had finished stripping, stood before him, a vision of pale, perfect flesh and dark, dangerous curves. With a single, fluid motion, she raised her leg. Her small, delicate foot, clad only in a simple black shoe, came down, landing directly on top of Freed's rapidly hardening cock.
The impact was a wet, fleshy SMACK! Freed's eyes went wide, a strangled cry of pain and pleasure tearing from his lips. He bucked in his chair, the ropes creaking in protest, but he was held fast. A small, involuntary moan escaped his lips, a clear, undeniable confession of the mixed, agonizing pleasure that shot through him.
Across the way, Rias followed suit. She stepped forward, her regal grace a stark counterpoint to Akeno's brutal efficiency. With a deliberate, almost lazy motion, she placed her own foot squarely on Valper's thin, aging cock.
The old man let out a pained grunt, a weak, breathless sound. He stared down at the perfect, pale foot that was grinding into his most sensitive flesh, a look of shocked disbelief on his face.
"We're not here to serve you," Rias purred, her voice a low, seductive menace that was more terrifying than any shout. She leaned down, her massive breasts, full and heavy, hovering just inches from Valper's face. The scent of her, a mix of roses and something deeper, more musky, filled his senses. "We're here to make you obedient. To break you. To ensure that when we finally hand you over to Oni-sama, you won't cause any trouble. You'll be docile. Broken. Eager for whatever punishment he has in store for you."
"What are we doing here?" Gasper whispered, his small voice trembling with a mixture of fear and a dawning, terrifying understanding. He looked from the scene of debasement to Koneko, who stood beside him, her expression as unreadable as ever. "W-why do we have to watch?"
Before Issei could even form a stammering reply, a small, cool hand shot out, wrapping around the front of Gasper's pants, right over his crotch.
"A-ah!" A choked, high-pitched squeak escaped the cross-dressing boy's lips. His body went rigid, a jolt of pure, shocked pleasure shooting through him.
"Issei-kun shouldn't be the only one enjoying the show," Koneko stated, her high-pitched, cute voice a flat, emotionless declaration of fact. "You're here to keep him company."
Her small, deceptively strong fingers dug into the soft fabric, feeling the hard, desperate heat of the cock that was already straining against it. A dark, rosy blush spread across Gasper's face, a mix of shame and a reluctant, undeniable excitement.
Without another word, Koneko's grip tightened. With a single, brutal tug, she ripped Gasper's shirt open. The buttons flew off, pattering against the cold stone floor. His small, pale chest was revealed, a canvas of smooth, creamy skin that was feminine in nature.
"Kyaah!" Gasper cried out, a small, terrified squeal as he tried to cover himself with his small hands.
But Koneko was faster. She grabbed the waistband of his skirt, and with another violent, effortless tear, she ripped it away. The tattered fabric fell to the floor, leaving him in only a pair of simple, white panties.
"K-Koneko-chan!" he whimpered, his face flushing with embarassment.
Koneko ignored him. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties and, with a final, brutal pull, she ripped them off as well.
And there it was.
A shocking, almost obscene contradiction. His frame was small and delicate, with narrow hips and a slim, almost girlish waist. But between his legs hung a cock that was truly massive. It was long and thick, a heavy, angry-looking pillar of flesh that was already rock-hard, the head a deep, flushed purple. It bobbed in the cool air of the basement, a desperate, needy thing that seemed to have a mind of its own. And above it, two massive, perfectly-formed balls that promised a virile, inexhaustible supply. Beneath that, his ass was a thing of beauty, two huge, bubbly cheeks that were pale and perfect, a stark, beautiful contradiction to his otherwise petite frame.
"Wow," Issei breathed, the word a strangled, involuntary whisper of pure awe. His own stroking became more frantic, a desperate, punishing rhythm as he stared at the sight. The sheer, overwhelming size of Gasper's cock, a weapon that dwarfed even Riser's, sent a fresh, agonizing wave of jealousy washing over him. His eyes trailed over Gasper's huge cheeks for a second, and then he forced his gaze away, flushing as he realized where he was lusting after.
Koneko wrapped her small, cool hand around the massive shaft. Her fingers, which had looked so delicate, couldn't even come close to meeting around its incredible girth. She began to stroke, her movements a slow, deliberate, almost mechanical rhythm. Her touch was not gentle or teasing, instead, it was firm, as if this was a task to be performed. She was simply stoking the fires of his humiliation, a tool to ensure he shared in Issei's torment.
"A-ah! K-Koneko-chan! It's... it's too much!" Gasper whimpered, a strangled, high-pitched moan escaping his lips. His small hands flew up to cover his face, a futile attempt to hide the overwhelming shame and pleasure that was written all over his features. His hips, however, betrayed him, bucking upward in a desperate, needy rhythm, meeting her strokes with a primal, involuntary motion.
"Your body is honest," Koneko stated, her flat, emotionless voice a chilling counterpoint to the desperate moans escaping Gasper's lips. "You like this. You like being watched. You like being stroked while you watch Buchou-sama and Akeno-sama dominate our enemies."
Her words were a fresh lash of humiliation, and Gasper let out a choked moan. But his cock, which was already massive, seemed to swell even larger in her grip, a clear, undeniable confession of his dark, reluctant desires.
Issei watched them, his strokes becoming a frantic, punishing blur. The sight of it, of the shy, terrified cross-dresser, his massive cock being stroked by the stoic Rook, was a fresh wave of agony, a dark, intoxicating poison that made the power surge through him. He forced his gaze away, looking back at the scene in front of them.
Rias leaned in closer, her massive breasts, full and heavy, hovering just inches from Valper's face. They were a pale, perfect moonscape, the large, red nipples already hard with arousal, the warm, sweet scent of her skin filling his senses. He stared, his eyes wide and glazed, a prisoner of the magnificent orbs that taunted him.
"Look at them," she murmured, her voice a silken, seductive poison. "They're young. They're firm. They're everything you're not, you useless old pervert. You're a shriveled-up fossil. A pathetic, wrinkled excuse for a man. And these..." she gave her shoulders a subtle shake, making the heavy globes sway in a hypnotic, tantalizing rhythm, "These are real, young tits."
Valper let out a strangled groan, a desperate, animalistic sound of pure, primal need. He craned his neck, a frantic, pathetic motion, trying to capture a rosy, tempting nipple in his mouth. But Rias was faster. With a lazy, almost contemptuous motion, she pulled back, denying him the prize he craved so desperately.
A slow, cruel smile played on her lips. She brought her hands up, cupping the heavy undersides of her breasts. She lifted them, presenting them to him like a holy relic, a prize just out of reach. She shook them again, a slow, deliberate motion that made the pale flesh jiggle.
"You want to suck them, don't you, old man?" she purred, her voice a low, teasing caress. "You want to wrap your wrinkled lips around these perfect, young nipples and nurse like the pathetic little baby you are."
Her foot began to move. She traced the delicate arch of her foot up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, a slow, deliberate journey that made him tremble. Her toes, painted a perfect, glossy crimson, brushed against the base of his cock, a light, teasing touch that was more torturous than any brutal assault.
"Beg," she commanded, her voice a low, seductive growl. "Beg for the privilege of sucking my tits. Beg me to let you touch this perfect, young body. And maybe... just maybe... I'll let you."
Valper's face, already flushed with arousal, turned a deep, humiliating crimson. His pride, a fortress built over a lifetime of academic pursuit and cruel experimentation, was under siege. He stared at the massive, swaying globes of flesh, at the rosy, tempting nipples that promised a sweet, intoxicating release. His cock, trapped under her foot, throbbed with a desperate, painful need.
"I... I... won't..." he stammered, the words a weak, pathetic protest that did little to hide the desperate, pleading look in his eyes. "I am a man of science... of principle... I will not... beg a devil..."
"Is that so?" Rias chuckled, a low, melodic sound that was laced with a cruel, triumphant amusement. She slowly, deliberately increased the pressure of her foot, grinding her heel into the base of his shaft. A pained grunt escaped his lips, a clear, undeniable confession of the agonizing pleasure that shot through him. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear, her hot breath a silken, seductive poison. "I can feel your resolve crumbling, old man. Your body wants this more than you've ever wanted any discovery in your worthless life. Your cock is begging for me, even if your lips won't. So, beg. Or I'll make sure you never see a pair of tits this perfect ever again."
Next to her, Akeno was putting on a far more brutal demonstration.
She had turned around, presenting her massive, bubbly ass to Freed. The perfect, pale globes were a hypnotic, tantalizing sight, a masterpiece of feminine flesh. With a sudden, violent motion, she slammed herself backward.
SMACK!
Her heavy, soft cheeks collided with Freed's face, a wet, fleshy impact that made his head snap back. A muffled, strangled cry escaped his lips, a sound of pure shock and a darkpleasure.
"You make a good chair, exorcist-san," Akeno purred, her voice a silken, teasing mockery. She wiggled her hips, grinding her ass deeper into his face, the soft flesh enveloping him, smothering him in her warmth, her scent. "Much better than Rias's desk. So much softer."
She pulled back, then slammed into him again.
SMACK!
And again.
SMACK!
Each impact was a brutal, possessive claim as her leg rose. His muffled protests and curses were lost in the suffocating warmth of her cheeks. She was riding him like a beast of burden, using him for her own pleasure and amusement. Her feet slammed into Freed's stomach, a wet, fleshy impact that made him grunt, a clear, undeniable confession of the agonizing pleasure that shot through him. Akeno's foot raised up into the air, before it started stomping down onto Freed's cock and balls over and over.
"Such a pathetic little cock," she taunted, her foot grinding into the sensitive flesh as he struggled against the ropes binding him. "Look at you. You're humping the air like a dog in heat. You want to touch me so badly, don't you? I bet if I were to untie you right now, you'd throw me onto this dirty floor and fuck my pussy raw without a second thought. You'd use me like a cheap, disposable whore."
She stomped down hard, earning a strangled yelp of pained pleasure from the exorcist.
"But you can't," she giggled, a high, melodic sound of cruelty. "You're just a toy. A piece of furniture for me to use and abuse. And you're going to take it. You're going to take every stomp, every humiliation, and you're going to beg for more."
Issei watched, his cock throbbing with a desperate, painful need. The jealousy was a physical force, a hot, suffocating pressure in his chest, but beneath it was the dark, undeniable thrill, the masochistic ecstasy that was becoming his only source of real strength. His power surged through the gauntlet, a dark, intoxicating heat that made the gem pulse with a crimson light.
A sudden, cool touch on his cock made him jump.
"Hey, perv."
He looked down. Koneko's small, cool hand was wrapped around his shaft. Her silver eyes, flat and unreadable, met his.
"You're getting off on this so much," she stated, her high-pitched, cute voice a flat, emotionless declaration of fact.
He could only nod, a silent, desperate confession.
A slow, sly smile touched her lips, a rare and terrifying expression on the usually stoic Rook. With her free hand, she reached down, grabbing the hem of her own skirt. She slowly, deliberately lifted it, revealing the pale, perfect expanse of her thighs. Higher and higher it went, a slow, tantalizing journey that made Issei's breath catch in his throat.
Then, it was there.
Her ass.
It was a masterpiece, a work of art carved from pale, perfect flesh. Two huge, bubbly cheeks, soft and round, defied gravity in a way that seemed almost supernatural. The skin was flawless, creamy, and smooth, with not a single blemish to mar its perfection. The deep, shadowy cleft between them was a promise, a tantalizing hint of the forbidden paradise that lay within.
"Is this what you want, Ise-kun?" she purred, her voice a low, seductive whisper that was laced with a mocking undertone. "Is this the kind of huge, bubbly butt you want to worship while you jerk off that pathetic little cock of yours all by yourself?"
Issei's mind went blank. He could only nod, a frantic, desperate motion, a puppet whose strings were pulled by the sheer, overwhelming force of his lust.
"Yes," he choked out, the word a strangled, desperate plea. "Please... yes..."
He sank to his knees, a clumsy, desperate motion. He leaned forward, his hands outstretched, ready to bury his face in that perfect, heavenly ass, to worship it with his entire being. His lips were just inches from the soft, pale flesh, the warm, sweet scent of her skin filling his senses, a taste of paradise that was so close he could almost feel it.
And then, he stopped.
A small, deceptively strong hand shot out, grabbing the back of his head. Her fingers, like iron claws, dug into his hair, a grip that was both painful and possessive, holding him fast. He was frozen, a fly caught in a spider's web, his face hovering just a breath away from the prize he craved so desperately.
"Not so fast," she said, her voice a low, mocking purr that sent a shiver down his spine.
With a firm, guiding pressure, she turned his head to the side. His gaze, which had been locked on the perfect globes of her ass, was now forced to face another.
Gasper.
The cross-dressing boy was still a trembling, blushing mess. His own massive cock was being slowly, deliberately stroked by Koneko's other hand. His small, pale frame was a stark, beautiful contradiction to the incredible, monstrous size of the flesh that stood proud and erect between his legs. And behind him, two huge, bubbly cheeks, pale and perfect, just as soft and round as Koneko's, bounced as his hips thrust into Koneko's grip.
And then, with a single, brutal shove, Koneko pushed.
Issei's face, warm and flushed with anticipation, was buried in the soft, yielding flesh of Gasper's ass.
"Kyaaah!" A high-pitched, shocked yelp escaped Gasper's lips. His body went rigid, a jolt of pure, shocked pleasure shooting through him. He tried to lurch forward, to escape the sudden, intimate intrusion, but he was held fast by Koneko's grip on his cock.
Issei, for his part, let out a muffled, strangled cry of shock and protest. He tried to pull back, his hands flying up to push against the small of Gasper's back, to gain some leverage, to escape this suffocating, humiliating prison. But his fingers, sinking into the impossibly soft, yielding flesh of Gasper's massive cheeks, only seemed to make things worse. The sheer, overwhelming size and softness of it, a perfect, feminine bubble-butt attached to a small, slender frame, sent a fresh, agonizing wave of conflicting signals to his brain.
A soft, helpless moan escaped Gasper's lips. His body, which had been tense with resistance, seemed to melt, his hips pushing back, a small, almost unconscious grinding motion that ground his ass deeper into Issei's face.
"Oh no, you don't," Koneko's voice was a cold, flat command. She tightened her grip on the back of Issei's head, a clear, unyielding message that escape was not an option. "You're not going anywhere."
Her foot, which had been resting on the floor, rose. With a sudden, brutal stomp, it came down, landing squarely on the shaft of Issei's cock.
"Gah!" A choked, pained yelp was torn from him, the sound muffled by the suffocating flesh of Gasper's rear. A sharp, electric jolt of pain and pleasure shot through him, making him buck violently.
Her other hand, which was still wrapped around Gasper's massive cock, began to stroke with a new, faster rhythm. Her small, cool fingers were a blur of motion, a tight, punishing grip that was designed to push him to the edge. A pearly bead of precum welled up at the tip of the massive head, a glistening jewel of reluctant arousal.
"Looks like you both like it," she stated, her high-pitched, cute voice a flat, emotionless observation that was more mocking than any shouted insult. She stomped on Issei's cock again, a hard, deliberate impact that made him whimper. "A useless perv like you doesn't get to touch a woman's ass. You're a cuck. Cucks only get femboy ass. Be grateful your even getting this."
She gave Gasper's cock a hard, possessive squeeze. The cross-dresser let out a choked, shuddering moan, his hips bucking wildly. His entire body trembled, a desperate, primal need taking over. He pushed back again, a harder, more deliberate motion, smushing his massive, bubbly cheeks against Issei's face, grinding himself against the older boy's trapped mouth. His wiggling became a frantic, desperate dance of submission and pleasure.
Issei gave up. His struggles ceased, his hands, which had been trying to push away, now simply rested on the soft, yielding flesh of Gasper's ass. He was trapped, a prisoner in a prison of perfect, feminine flesh. He couldn't see the scene unfolding before him, but he could hear it.
He could hear Rias's low, seductive purr as she continued her torment of Valper. "Beg, old man. Beg for a taste of real youth. Beg for these tits."
He could hear Valper's weak, strangled protests, which were slowly, surely being replaced by desperate, broken whimpers. "Please... please... I'll do anything..."
He could hear Akeno's high, melodic giggle, a sound of pure, cruel delight, punctuated by the wet, fleshy SMACK! of her ass slamming into Freed's face.
"Look at you, humping the air like a pathetic little dog," she taunted, her voice laced with a venomous glee. "You're not a man. You're just a toy. A pathetic, horny toy for me to break."
The sounds were a symphony of debasement, a soundtrack to his own humiliation. He was a cuckold, a pathetic, voyeuristic worm, and he couldn't even watch the main event. He was trapped, his face buried in a femboy's ass, while a petite woman stomped on his cock. The shame was a physical presence, a crushing weight on his chest, and the arousal was a roaring fire, a maelstrom of dark, twisted pleasure that consumed him whole.
Then, the pressure on the back of his head was gone.
With a sudden, violent tug, Koneko pulled him back. He stumbled away from Gasper, falling onto his hands and knees, gasping for breath. The cool air of the basement was a shock against his face, which was flushed and damp with sweat and... other things. He looked up, his eyes wide and blurry, and the scene that greeted him sent a fresh, agonizing jolt of jealousy through his already tortured system.
Rias was on her knees in front of Valper. Her massive, perfect breasts were on full display, a pale, flawless moonscape that made the old scientist's eyes glaze over with a desperate, primal lust. She held them in her hands, a deliberate, teasing offering, the heavy globes pushed together, creating a deep, inviting cleavage. Her face was a mask of cruel, seductive control.
"Look at them," she purred, her voice a low, hypnotic caress. She leaned in closer, the rosy, tempting nipples brushing against the head of Valper's painfully hard cock. The contact made him shudder, a desperate, choked whimper escaping his lips. "Young. Firm. Perfect. Everything your shriveled-up old body can't provide. You want to fuck them, don't you, you pathetic fossil? You want to slide your worthless little cock between these tits and cover them in your cum."
One of her hands began to move. She slowly, deliberately wrapped her small, cool fingers around the base of his shaft. She didn't stroke. She simply held him, a possessive, controlling grip that was a constant, tantalizing promise.
"But you can't," she whispered, her lips brushing against the sensitive head of his cock, a feather-light touch that made him buck desperately. "Not yet. First, you have to beg. You have to swear. Swear your loyalty to me. To the Gremory clan. To the devil faction. Swear that you'll serve me, body and soul. And maybe... just maybe... I'll let you cum."
Across the way, Akeno was engaged in her own brand of exquisite torture. She had turned around, presenting her massive, bubbly ass to Freed. The perfect, pale globes were a hypnotic, tantalizing sight. With a slow, deliberate motion, she reached back, grabbing Freed's hard, angry cock.
"Such a pathetic little thing," she taunted, her voice a silken, mocking caress. "So angry. So desperate."
She brought the head of his cock down, slapping it against her left buttock with a wet, fleshy SMACK!. Freed let out a choked, strangled gasp, a clear, undeniable confession of the agonizing pleasure that shot through him.
She slapped it against her right cheek.
SMACK!
Another strangled gasp. She was using his cock like a toy, a fleshy paddle to spank her own perfect ass, a humiliating, degrading act that was also intensely arousing.
Then, she changed tactics. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pressed the hard, angry shaft between her massive cheeks. The soft, pale flesh enveloped him, a warm, tight prison of pure pleasure. He was trapped, the head of his cock just inches away from the promised land of her puckered hole.
Freed let out a long, shuddering moan, a desperate, animalistic sound of pure need. He bucked his hips, a frantic, desperate motion, trying to thrust deeper, to find the friction he craved. But the ropes held him fast. He was a prisoner, a helpless, horny slave to the perfect ass that was torturing him.
"Do you like that, exorcist-san?" Akeno purred, her voice a silken, mocking venom. She looked over her shoulder, her violet eyes gleaming with wicked delight as she watched him struggle. "Do you like being trapped between my cheeks? Like the worthless little toy you are?"
She tightened her glutes, a slow, deliberate flex that increased the pressure, squeezing his cock in a hot, fleshy vise. Freed let out a choked sob, a broken, pathetic sound of pure, agonized arousal.
"You want to cum, don't you?" she teased, her voice a low, seductive poison. "You want to cover my perfect, bubbly butt with your worthless cum. Well, you know the price. Swear your loyalty to me. To Rias-sama. To the House of Gremory. Beg me. Beg for the privilege of cumming on my ass."
Issei watched, his own strokes becoming a frantic, punishing rhythm on his shaft. The scene was a masterpiece of depravity, a symphony of humiliation and power. The two men, their former enemies, who had so brutally taken the women he cared for, were now the ones being broken, being forced to beg for the privilege of a simple release.
"See that, Ise-kun?" Koneko's voice was a cold, flat whisper in his ear, "They're breaking them. Making them obedient. Just like they're supposed to be."
Issei could only nod, a silent, desperate confession.
"And look at you," she continued, her high-pitched, cute voice a stark counterpoint to the venom in her words. "You're getting so hard. You're enjoying this so much. The pathetic little cuckold is getting off on watching the men who fucked your friends getting broken by the women you love."
His strokes became a desperate, punishing blur. The shame was a hot, suffocating fog, and he breathed it in, letting it fuel the fire in his loins.
"You see, Ise-kun?" Akeno's giggle was a melodic, wicked sound that echoed in the cold, stone-walled basement. "This is what happens when you mess with the Gremory clan. You get broken. You get humiliated. And then, if you're lucky, you get a reward."
She gave her hips a small, deliberate wiggle, a tantalizing motion that made Freed's cock throb with a desperate need.
"Swear it," Rias commanded, her voice a low, seductive growl. "Swear your loyalty. And then you can cum."
Valper, his pride a distant, forgotten memory, looked at the massive, perfect breasts that were being offered to him, a desperate, pleading look in his eyes. He was a man on the verge of a breakdown, a desperate, pathetic creature who would do anything for a taste of paradise.
"I... I swear," he stammered, the words a weak, pathetic whisper. "I swear my loyalty... to the House of Gremory... to you, Rias-sama... I will serve you... body and soul... Just please... please let me cum..."
Rias let out a slow, satisfied purr. With a single, fluid motion, she leaned forward. She wrapped her massive, perfect breasts around the old scientist's thin, aging cock. The soft, pale flesh enveloped him, a warm, tight prison of pure pleasure. She began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that was designed to drive him to the very edge of sanity.
"Is that what you want, old man?" she purred, her voice a low, teasing caress. "Is that how you want to cum? Between these perfect, young tits?"
Valper let out a long, shuddering moan, a desperate, animalistic sound of pure pleasure. His hips bucked, a frantic, desperate motion, a primal, involuntary response to the overwhelming stimulation. He was a man possessed, a desperate, pathetic creature whose entire world had shrunk to the warm, fleshy vise that was milking him for all he was worth.
Across the way, Freed, too, had finally broken.
"I'll serve you! I'll serve you both!" he howled, a desperate, ragged cry that was more animal than human. "I'm your toy! I'm your bitch! Just please! Please let me cum on your perfect, bubbly butt!"
Akeno's giggle was a melodic, wicked sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. "As you wish, my pathetic little toy."
She reached back, her small, cool hands grabbing the massive, fleshy globes of her own ass. She spread them wide, a deliberate, inviting gesture that made Freed's eyes roll back in his head. Then, she began to move. Her hips slid up and down, a slow, rhythmic motion that was a masterclass in erotic torture. The massive, bubbly cheeks of her ass caressed the length of his cock, a hot, fleshy wave of pleasure that was both a gentle caress and a brutal, possessive claim.
"Look at them, Ise-kun," Koneko's hummed, her small, cool hand was still wrapped around Gasper's massive cock, stroking it with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "They're getting rewarded. The men who fucked us. The men who used our bodies like cheap, disposable toys while you watched... they're getting a titjob and an assjob from the two hottest women in the club."
Her high-pitched, cute voice was a flat, emotionless venom that was more painful than any shout. She turned her head, her eyes, gleaming with a cruel, mocking light, locking with Issei's.
"And what about you?" she continued, her grip on Gasper's shaft tightening, making the cross-dresser whimper. "No matter how much power you get, no matter how much stronger you become, this is all you'll ever get. A femboy's ass to worship. You don't get to touch Rias-sama's tits. You don't get to feel Akeno-sama's ass. You're a cuck. A pathetic, voyeuristic little cuck. And cucks only get femboy ass."
Issei stared, his mind a white-hot haze of jealousy and a dark, twisted ecstasy. He watched as Rias's magnificent breasts swallowed Valper's thin, aging cock, the soft, pale flesh sliding up and down in a steady, mesmerizing rhythm. He watched as Akeno's massive, bubbly cheeks enveloped Freed's hard, angry shaft, a hot, fleshy vise of pure pleasure. He saw the looks on their faces, a mix of utter desperation and a mind-shattering pleasure. He heard their desperate, pathetic whimpers and moans, a soundtrack to their complete and utter submission.
And then, with a final, shuddering groan, they came.
Valper let out a long, strangled moan, a sound of pure, agonized release. A hot, thick jet of cum shot from the tip of his cock, splattering against the underside of Rias's chin and the soft, pale flesh of her breasts. Another jet followed, and another, a messy, humiliating flood that painted her perfect globes in a sticky, pearly sheen. He came and came, a desperate, pathetic puddle of his own shame, his body wracked with the aftershocks of a release that was as much a surrender as it was a pleasure.
Next to him, Freed, with a loud moan, reached his own climax. A hot, messy flood of cum shot from the tip of his cock, splattering across the massive, swaying cheeks of Akeno's ass. His cock twitched and spasmed, emptying itself in a final, desperate offering to the goddess who had so completely and utterly broken him. The cum, thick and viscous, ran in slow, sticky rivers down the perfect, pale globes, a messy, humiliating brand of ownership.
Issei watched, a strangled moan escaping his lips. The sight was a fresh wave of humiliation, a dark, intoxicating poison that made the power surge through him.
And then, he was blinded.
A small hand shot out, grabbing the back of his head. Before he could even register the motion, he was shoved forward, his face once again buried in the soft, yielding flesh of Gasper's ass.
"Kyaaah!" A high-pitched moan escaped Gasper's lips as he was pushed deeper, the sudden, intimate pressure sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him.
"That's right," Koneko's voice was a cold, flat purr, a final, venomous taunt. "This is your reward. The men who cucked you get to paint Buchou-sama's tits and Akeno-sama's ass with their cum. And you get to be a cumrag for a femboy."
Her other hand, which was still wrapped around the massive shaft, tightened, a possessive, brutal grip that was a clear, unyielding command.
"Cum," she ordered, her high-pitched, cute voice a flat, emotionless bark of absolute authority. "Cover him."
The order was a catalyst. Gasper, who had been teetering on the edge for what felt like an eternity, finally broke. A high, keening cry escaped his lips, a sound of pure release. His entire body went rigid, a series of shuddering, wracking spasms that shook him to the core.
A hot, thick jet of cum shot from the tip of his massive cock. It was a geyser, a powerful, forceful eruption that splattered directly onto Issei's cock below. Another jet followed, and another, a hot, messy flood that painted Issei's lower body in a sticky, pearly sheen. The cum was thick and viscous, smelling of a sweet, musky heat that was intoxicating and humiliating all at once. The sheer volume of it was staggering, a testament to the virile power that was housed in Gasper's small, feminine frame.
Issei felt the hot, sticky liquid land on him, a branding iron of pure shame. It was the final, crushing blow, the ultimate humiliation. The sensation, the warm, wet proof of another man's pleasure, a proof of the pleasure he was denied, sent a lightning bolt of agonizing ecstasy through him.
His own hips bucked wildly, and with a choked, strangled moan that was muffled by the suffocating flesh of Gasper's ass, he came. It was a pathetic, pulsing release, a desperate, shuddering orgasm that wracked his body with its intensity. His own cum, a small, almost insignificant offering compared to the flood that was still raining down upon him, splattered onto the cold, dusty floorboards. He was a mess, a pathetic, pulsing puddle of shame and arousal, his body wracked with the aftershocks of the most humiliating orgasm of his life.
"Good perv," Koneko finally reached up, patting Issei's head as he huffed, a new power flooding through him as his cum burst out of him.
"Ara~ It seems both of you had fun as well," Akeno giggled as she stood up and stepped away from the two captives, looking down at Issei and Gasper with a glint in her eye, "I didn't realize our little Gasper-chan was so... big. Maybe we'll have to help him out sometime, huh, Rias?"
"I think so," Rias chuckled as she walked over as well, her mischievous eyes locking with Issei's, "I'm sure you'd love to watch that, right, Ise-kun?"
In response, Issei could only nod shakily, his cock twitching. He felt more humiliated than ever before, but at the same time, he felt stronger than he ever had as well.
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. There are 5 more chapters on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar