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This One's Intimate Service	By : ViridianLibrarian Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 18812 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-This One's Intimate Apparel
- 2-This One's Intimate Accessories
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Iheyna Jirika slowed her pace as she realized she was once again headed for This One’s Intimate Apparel. She’d found her feet taking her in that direction several times over the past days, but always she had doubled back. The hanar-run lingerie shop had been constantly at her mind ever since her last visit there, even when she’d tried to push it away – even when she was having sex with her newest girlfriend, it managed to snake its way into her thoughts.
... Okay, maybe that wasn’t so strange. After all, what had happened at This One’s Intimate Apparel was the best sexual experience of her entire life. And okay, fair enough, she was still very young – not even a hundred yet! – but she’d been quite active in her Maiden years so far. After all, maidenhood was supposed to be all about exploration, right?
But as amazing as her hanar encounter had been... Iheyna couldn’t quite shake the disturbing parts. It wasn’t that she was regretting the experience, but it’d been so weird! The way the hanar had made her feel, just by talking and touching her... And she still had no idea how he’d made the bra pinch her nipples – when she got home with it, it had been quite ordinary. And then there was the way he talked to her, in his over-complicated, supposedly polite hanar way, which still made her feel, well, degraded. In his tentacles, she was just some common slut. And even more strange, she liked it.
Iheyna had not had much experience with submitting before. She was still trying to figure out what she thought about it.
“May this one be of assistance?”
Iheyna nearly jumped out of her skin. While she’d been debating with herself whether or not to visit the store again... she must have just... walked there. She was certainly standing inside now, with one of the hanar clerks beside her. Oh goddess – was it – could it be her hanar? How did you tell hanar apart, anyway? But no, she didn’t think so. For one thing, its voice had sounded concerned, and she couldn’t ever imagine that from... him.
“Is the honourable asari experiencing discomfort?”
She blushed brightly, and prayed it wasn’t too noticeable – luckily, her combination of purple skin and purple blood did help with that. She must look completely spaced out. But what could she do? Just... leave? Shop for completely ordinary underwear in a completely ordinary fashion and then leave, without any comments as to her virtue, no ravaging of her poor nipples, no... tentacles?
Iheyna’s pussy was making it very clear to her how it felt about that. She pressed her thighs together.
“I’m, uh, I was here the other day, and...” Iheyna found herself explaining how she’d reached the store just as it was closing, and this friendly hanar had let her in at the last moment, and had been ever so helpful in finding just the right thing for her, and if he was there, maybe he could help her out again, not that she didn’t think all the clerks of this lovely establishment were just as well versed in helping their customers, of course not, but since he already knew her and her measurements and her tastes and, well, but she didn’t know his name, so she understood it if she was making things difficult, but she would be so grateful if they could help her anyway.
The hanar was silent for a long time. Although its eyes weren’t physically visible, Iheyna could swear it was staring at her. When it finally spoke again, though, she couldn’t tell from its tone of voice what it might be thinking.
“This one believes the honourable customer refers to the one of the face name Ostopheles. This one will aid you in the localization of our esteemed colleague.”
Iheyna’s heart was thumping harder and harder as she followed the hanar through the shop, and it felt like absolutely everyone in the room was staring at her. What was she doing? What was she thinking?! She couldn’t meet him now, not while the store was full of people! Especially not when her pussy was getting wet just from the sound of the name she hadn’t even known he had...!
She followed the hanar. Her feet were doing a remarkable job of ignoring the voice that was screaming at her to flee.
They came to a rather unremarkable door. It didn’t say “employees only” or anything, but neither was it marked as another section of the shop, and under normal circumstances, Iheyna doubted she would’ve noticed it at all. (These were not normal circumstances. Right now, she would be hard pressed to notice anything whatsoever, unless it had an impact on the situation that was slowly building up in her panties.) Her guide opened it for her, but did not follow her as she stepped over the threshold. Iheyna gulped, suddenly feeling very much like a mouse in a trap. Or a pyjack about to be thrown to the varren.
The door led into a very small corridor, with an equally unremarkable door at the other end. It was a little bit like being in an elevator, except it didn’t move. When she opened that other door, though, she felt like she must’ve moved, somehow, for it felt like coming into another world.
She was standing at the threshold of a room bathed in a dim, red light. It much resembled the room she had just left, albeit quite a bit smaller, with rows of shelves lining the walls, clothes stands and exhibition displays dotting the floor, and several manikins standing around showcasing merchandise. But the nature of the merchandise was quite different.
Here were dildos and strap-ons, gags and whips, collars and coils of rope, and a seemingly endless amount of items she had no idea what were, though their purpose, in context, was clear enough. And there were people, too. Not many: a pair of asari with gang markings walking with a salarian between them; a batarian and a human browsing handcuffs and ball-gags; a quarian leading a volus behind her on a leash, and a rare sight; a lone, female turian inspecting vibrators. But where was -?
“This one was wondering when it might train its visual organs on the aesthetically pleasing asari again.”
Iheyna flinched. Where had he come from?! She’d practically been standing up against the wall; there was no way he could’ve snuck up on her! How did he do these things?!
... Wait. Had he just called her beautiful?
She turned and intended to say something, but the sight of him (or perhaps, the sight of his tentacles) seemed to have made something short-circuit in her head. The sound that came out of her mouth was certainly not classified as a word, in any language. As before, despite the lack of facial futures, she sensed amusement coming from him.
“This one humbly welcomes the customer to This One’s Intimate Accessories. If it pleases the customer, this one would be happy to locate whatever items are required to fulfil your needs.”
Her needs? Items? Didn’t he understand that the only thing she needed was him, his tentacles against her skin, inside of her, his voice filling up her head; she hadn’t come here for shopping! But she couldn’t seem to manage any protests, her mouth was just hanging open, not responding, and her head seemed to be nodding of its own accord. And then he was touching her, and she knew she’d done the right thing.
Last time, the hanar had led her where he wanted by pushing lightly at her back. This time, his tentacle snaked around her neck like a soft, warm necklace; no, a pink choker, and like a pet on a leash she was pulled along as he bobbed through the store, picking up item after item. She didn’t really notice what they were; her mind was on her breathing, which was becoming more and more shallow, her mouth felt dry and she swallowed, feeling his touch tighten around her windpipe, not quite choking her, and her hands were clenching and unclenching, longing to hike up her skirt so she could touch herself, but no, she couldn’t. She could feel eyes on her, and could see the other customers watching her, some looking amused, others, oooh... jealous?
Eventually Ostopheles must’ve found everything he wanted to, for he led her into an area marked with “Fitting Rooms”. Iheyna was surprised to find such an area here; most of the objects had not seemed like the sort you tried on in the store. Not that she was protesting, of course; her heart was threatening to beat itself out of her chest with the thought of the last time her hanar had led her to such a room. These were different, though; the doors were fewer and more spaced out, and each one had what appeared to be price lists for using them stapled on. Her guide didn’t pay them any heed, though; he just touched a tentacle to a sensor beside one door, which slid open and admitted them inside.
It wasn’t a luxurious room, exactly, but it was big, and while one wall had your usual hooks for hanging your clothes on (though they could have other uses, too, as Iheyna had discovered), mirrors and other ordinary changing room features, another had chains in various forms, and one corner was piled with pillows. There were even chairs of various shapes and sizes in the room, all stacked together and out of the way, the strangest one a three-legged barstool with a big hole in the middle. She didn’t really care about all of that, though; she was just happy that she was alone in it with him.
“This one hopes the customer finds the accommodations to her liking, and that its suggested merchandise will fulfil her requirements. Should the valued customer have any complaints, this one shall not be far away.”
His tentacle uncoiled and slid away from her throat, and he turned back towards the door, leaving his merchandise in a heap on the floor.
“What? But, but I thought –”
He turned and regarded her expectantly, making her all the more flustered.
“I mean, I’m sure your merchandise is lovely, and I’m very grateful that you’re prepared to let me test it like this, but I thought, I mean, I wanted - - -”
“Yes? Was there some other item the valued customer was interested in?”
“Ah,” she flustered, her hands twisted in nervous knots, “uh, no, not exactly, I mean, I was really hoping, that is to say, ah, I really rather wanted... you.”
And there it was again, that amused look of his. By now she was getting more feelings from this pink blob than any raised eyebrow.
“This one is not for sale.”
“Oh, of course not! I didn’t mean to imply, I mean, I’m terribly sorry, what I meant to say was, er, I was hoping for your... help. Yes. With the merchandise, I mean. Um. Please?”
The hanar had been holding the door open with one tentacle, but at her words now he moved towards her and let it go, and it slid closed and made a loud click as it auto-locked, to Iheyna’s great delight.
“This one must express confusion. Does the customer not know how to operate the merchandise?”
Iheyna shook her head. The hanar slowly moved closer.
“The merchandise is very simple to use. Most of the items are also equipped with instructions. Does the customer not know how to read the manual?”
Iheyna shook her head. The hanar was close enough that she could touch him, now.
“This one is most perplexed. This one is afraid it must question the mental capacity of the customer. Is the customer not capable of rational thought?”
Iheyna shook her head. The hanar leaned its body forwards and lowered its voice to murmur into her ear.
“Please be so kind as to clarify for this one: Is the customer really nothing more than a stupid... wanton... animal?”
Again, Iheyna shook her head, but the words coming out of her mouth were “Yes, yes... Goddess, yes!”
“The customer appears unable to produce a sensible response to this one’s query. This one is forced to conclude that its suspicions were correct... although this one is puzzled by the amount of clothing the animal is wearing.”
Ostopheles drew a tentacle down the fabric of Iheyna’s dress, barely skirting one of her nipples. The asari moaned and started unbuttoning it, hiking it up slowly, revealing her knees, her thighs, her white lace panties – and she blushed, because these were the very same panties he’d ‘persuaded’ her to buy last time, and she hadn’t even realized she were wearing them today, but she kept going – uncovering her stomach, with her sweet little bellybutton, then her breasts, the pride of her body, comfortably nested in the matching white bra, and then it was up over her head and with a flick of her wrist, it sailed towards the floor.
Iheyna stood there for a moment, feeling his appreciative gaze flowing over her body, and allowed herself a little smile. Then she bit her lower lip gently, and with a shy, almost innocent look on her face, she reached behind her back and unbuttoned her bra. As it, too, fell to the floor she let out a theatrical little gasp and quickly covered her breasts with her hands... and then she started playing with them. She really hoped her hanar was appreciating her little show as she rubbed her fingers around her hardening nipples, but wasn’t quite sure how to tell. She thought she could hear a very faint hum coming from him, but she could be imagining things, and even if she wasn’t, she didn’t even know if that was a good sign. She kept going anyway, slowly moving her hands downwards across her stomach, sliding her fingers under the lining of her panties and pushing them away, uncovering her glistening pussy. As she finally stood naked before him, she made a little clawing motion in the air with her hand and went “Rawr.” Her hanar bobbed backwards.
“Oh dear. This one fears the animal it has encountered is indeed quite a vicious little beast. It is a great relief to this one that it is well versed in taming such creatures. And what great fortune; this one appears to have brought with it many pieces of equipment well suited for performing such a task. Firstly, this one would like an assurance that it will not get bit...”
He reached a tentacle into the heap of items he had picked from the store earlier, and came back out with a ball gag. Iheyna gulped and, for a brief moment, wondered if this had really been such a bright idea. Something told her being ‘tamed’ wasn’t going to be entirely painless. But then his tentacle was at the back of her crest, holding her head still as he slid the ball between her lips, and all her thoughts went to how nice his tentacles felt against her skin, and longed for them to touch her in more intimate places. Her pussy was sopping wet, just waiting, longing...
She hadn’t even realised that she was moving her hands towards her cunt before a pair of tentacles circled her wrists, holding her back.
“This one believes allowing the wild creature to do what she pleases would not be considered wise.”
Iheyna whimpered as he drew her arms behind her back, snaking one tentacle around and around them until she was bound from wrist to elbow.
“This one has experienced that the usage of voice is imperative in the taming of any animal. The creature ought to be conditioned to respond to the vocalization of civilized beings in a positive manner.”
Iheyna moaned and tried to lean towards him, but the tentacle around her arms held her firmly in place. So he wanted to tame her by talking? She wouldn’t mind that. His voice was so deep and rolling and commanding, and it echoed so hypnotically, almost reverberating through her body, and then there were the pulsing lights of his body accompanying it... But she could see a problem with the plan all the same. The more he talked, the hornier she got, and if she didn’t get something between her legs soon, she feared for her sanity. In fact, rather than taming her he risked her going feral and attacking him, just to get at those tentacles...
As he kept talking about (if she deciphered him correctly) the importance of making sure the “animal” recognized the voice of its master, she started rubbing her legs together, trying to get any sort of friction. But he’d have none of that. A tentacle rapped her over the thighs, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough for her to understand his displeasure. As the tentacle continued with prodding at the space between her knees, her legs practically shot apart, her eyes watching his appendage and willing it to move higher... and it did! It hovered enticingly just below her cunt – she was even dripping at the tip of it! – while two other tentacles were worming around her knees, making sure she kept her legs spread. But... but it wasn’t making the connection. It kept hovering there, juuust out of reach... She tried bending her knees to get lower, closer. That seemed to be allowed; she didn’t even have to strain against his hold on her arms, but he kept moving that tentacle lower too, so that the distance between them remained the same. Soon, she was sitting awkwardly on her knees, and he was speaking again, but she was concentrating too hard on her goal to really pick up more than how absolutely fabulous it sounded. Something about breaking in the animal? Make it tire itself out? It probably wasn’t important.
Iheyna kept lowering herself down, and yes, yes! Finally, she could feel the tip of the tentacle against her cunt. But... the tentacle restraining her arms was no longer allowing her to move further down. She pulled against it insistently, grunting with the effort, and was rewarded as more and more of the tentacle slid inside her and yes, oh yes, yes, it felt so good, this was exactly what she needed, she needed it all inside of her! Oh, but her arms hurt when she went that low; she couldn’t do it, she had to pull back up, and... oooh, that felt good too! The tentacle rubbed against her inner walls as she moved upwards, giving her arms some sweet release, and there was a delightful wet shlurp as the tentacle almost slipped out of her, but no! She couldn’t allow that! Rapidly, she sat back down, and yes, yes, it filled her again and if she could she would’ve screamed with joy and pain, for once again her shoulders felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets and she had to move up... and so it went. Up and down and up and down she went, fucking herself silly while Ostopheles watched, holding her up as she penetrated herself on him again and again.
If she hadn’t been so focused on herself, Iheyna might have figured out that he was indeed humming, and some of his other tentacles were quivering slightly, sometimes twitching, almost as if they were... jealous? But Iheyna’s mind wasn’t in a state where she noticed much of the world around her.
She didn’t know if the tentacle holding her up was finally allowing her further down, or if that one she coveted below was moving further up, or if she was just slowly building up a tolerance for the pain in her shoulders, but all of a sudden the tentacle punched deeper into it than it had before, and with a shuddering, choked gasp, she came. She was unable to do anything more than hang there, twitching as the pleasure of it flooded all her systems, but her hanar slowly lowered her to the floor and let go of her arms, so she could lie down. In the moment it didn’t matter much to her; if she’d had to orgasm hanging from the roof it would still have been fine by her. She barely noticed when he started talking again, his voice sounded muffled through the haze of her orgasm, as if she was hearing him from far away.
“This one observes that the first stage in domesticating the wild beast appears to have gone according to plan. Now, while the beast is too exhausted to move, this one shall initiate the next stage, in which the animal must be made accustomed to the touch of her handler.”
Ha, as if she wasn’t already. Still, this sounded like a nice stage, and regardless, it was true as he said. She really was too exhausted to move.
His tentacles landed on her shoulders, first, a pair of them massaging gently until she could feel the tension from her suspension leaving them. Then, another pair landed on her back, stroking and rubbing, and then, oh! – a pair on her bum. Ah well, she had no complaints. One last pair started stroking her legs, and in a way it made her think of the kind of massage you could get where someone would walk across your back, for surely most of his body must be floating just above her, now. Her eyes were closed, though, and she was just enjoying it... until she could feel her pussy welling up again. It was something about the feel of his tentacles against her skin, they felt so different from anything else, almost electrical sometimes, but... but she’d just had an orgasm! And she was tired, and this was just a nice massage, a gentle back-rub, she shouldn’t be, shouldn’t- - -
“Mmmf,” moaned Iheyna around the ball in her mouth, arching her back against his tentacles. This was crazy. “Mmmf,” she went again, her pitch higher, her eyelids fluttering, and again as he flopped her over on her back, the muffled sound more like a squeal than a moan this time. His tentacles kept massaging her, but now they were at her breasts, her stomach – oh! That tickled – her hips... She writhed under him and he had to restrain her again, tentacles wrapping around her wrists and ankles, pinning her to the ground... His bulbous body hung right above her, now, to allow him to spread his appendages so far out, and it pulsed with light as he spoke, and it felt like his words burned their way through her eyes rather than her ears, imprinting on her brain. Goddess, it felt like he was branding her psychically.
“When she hears this one’s voice, she’ll know how to obey. When she feels this one’s touch, she’ll know how to obey. That is the desired result when one tames a pet animal.”
Oh yeah, she’d obey. Anything he wanted her to do, anything he wanted her to do to herself, anything he wanted her to do to him... Not that he seemed to require any particular stimuli, and she knew jack all about pleasuring hanar, but surely he must enjoy just having her like this, or else he wouldn’t be doing it? She would have to link with him sometime, sometime she wasn’t just a mindless, filthy animal, to let him feel what she felt, how right his touch felt on her body, how tantalizing when he played with her hard nipples, how torturous when he flicked over her clit, almost as if by accident...
“The pet understands that this one can reward her like no other when she behaves?”
Iheyna nodded, yes, she’d be a good pet, such a good pet!
“And while the thought of bringing harm to such an aesthetically pleasing being brings this one considerable sadness, the pet understands that wickedness must be punished?”
She nodded more vigorously, squirming and arching her back in an attempt at getting closer to him, her wicked, wicked mind longing for his punishments.
“Then this one is overjoyed to pronounce the wild animal to be tamed.”
There was a clicking noise and something closed around her neck. It was a collar, white and snug and vaguely glowing in places with an inner, pink light. A tentacle traced its path, then flicked the underside of her chin, and gently lifted her head from the floor. She could feel the strap keeping her gag in place being loosened, and then the ball popped out of her mouth, soaked in spittle, and she gasped and swallowed, her jaw aching.
“Now, before this one can allow its pet out into polite society, this one feels the need to reassure itself that she will behave impeccably. In order to attain such assurances, this one humbly suggests they play a small game. Would the pet like to play with this one?”
“Oh yes, yes please,” replied Iheyna, her voice faint and needy.
“Very good,” said he, and she purred at his approval. “The game is very simple. All it requires is for the pet to do anything that is politely requested of her. Is that comprehensible?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Wonderful. Now, this one is going to release its pet, but suggests the pet refrains from moving.” As said, so done; he moved away from her, settling beside her so that she might move freely again. She didn’t, though; she barely breathed in her desire to do exactly as he had told her.
“What a delightfully obedient creature. This one shall be pleased if the pet sits up, now.”
Her back shot off the floor as if it was on fire, and she sat upright with her knees slightly bent in front of her before the echoes of his order had died down.
“Eager, isn’t she? But this one believes it would be beneficial if she wore some clothes, to better acquiesce to society’s expectations.”
She pouted at the thought of clothes – surely it was too early for that yet! – but all he handed her were a pair of white stockings. Relieved, she pulled them on, then looked up at him with a smile – and saw a new item hanging expectantly from his tentacle. This was a sort of strapless bra, except far smaller – it was tight around her chest, and pressed her breasts up without covering her nipples, which were still erect from his earlier massage. She brushed her hands lightly over them before looking back up at Ostopheles. And felt her stomach lurch.
“This one would like the sweet pet to wear this, too.”
From his tentacle dangled a white ribbon, each end weighted down by... some sort of clamp. It looked quite precious, with little bows at each of them, but she was pretty sure she understood what it was for, and... well, it might just be her imagination, but she thought she could feel her nipples tingle in dreadful anticipation. Her hand shaking a little, she took the item, and with trembling fingers, pried the clasp open...
Iheyna screamed as the first nipple clamp smacked in place. She’d tried to ease it on gently, but had underestimated just how tight it was going to be; this one was far more vicious than the mysterious something he’d hidden in her bra last time. Her scream was cut short, though, as a tentacle landed gently on her lips.
“What a horrible racket the pet is making. This one does not think that is the right way to act in the presence of high society. Just this once, though, this one shall refrain from punishing the pet’s rude behaviour, however this one must impress upon her the importance of not doing it again.”
Iheyna nodded, her head following his tentacle a short distance as he removed it from her lips again; all of a sudden she had wondered what he might taste like, and she’d almost stuck her tongue out to lick him, but dared not do anything he hadn’t told her to. Instead, reluctantly, she turned her mind to the second nipple clamp, determined to do better, this time. Slowly, she pried it open. Slowly, she moved it in position over her hard nipple, and slowly, she let it touch her nipple on every side before slowly releasing it in place. Her carefulness didn’t really help much, and agony shot through her – but she managed to supress her scream into a thin whimper, and panting hard, she looked up at Ostopheles with a proud smile.
“Very good,” he cooed, “this one is so pleased with its little pet; this one thinks she is due a small reward... A little treat, perhaps? This one wonders, is the pet hungry?”
His tentacle hovered in front of her mouth again, and her eyes widened. How could he know?! Did he truly read her mind? But that was – that was impossible, wasn’t it? Even if he had been able to make equally accurate guesses about what was in her head before, he couldn’t possibly... No, she must have given herself away somehow, maybe sticking her tongue out without noticing, or... something. It wasn’t important. She nodded.
“Suck it, then,” he said, and Iheyna opened her mouth and moved her head to envelop that tantalizing appendage, and – SMACK! Tears sprang to her eyes as the tentacle slapped against her cheek, sending her head ringing.
“This one is appalled! This one never would have thought that its pet would respond to such brutish, impolite sentences! This one was sure she was better trained, and shamed it is not so. This one understands that some of the blame must fall to it, but this one is determined to keep training the pet until it can be assured it will not happen again.”
Iheyna could feel both her cheeks burning, not just the one he hit, with intense shame. Of course, she should have questioned the short, brusque command, so unlike the way hanar usually spoke; he’s even told her the game was about following polite requests, but she’d been so eager... She hoped she hadn’t ruined her chances of tasting tentacle, but it did seem like it, as Ostopheles was once again rummaging through the items he’d collected in the store. He came out with a very odd-looking item: it was a little slimmer than a tentacle, long and straight and with a rounded tip, and with a sort of rounded plate attached just a centimetre or two away from that tip.
“This would be easiest for this one if the pet could kindly stand on all four with her legs spread.”
Well, that was a polite request, if an odd one. Puzzled, Iheyna did as instructed, whimpering a little as her breasts moved and jingled, the nipple clamps feeling different from this angle, but the whimpers turned to moans as she felt a tentacle gently stroking her behind. It moved tenderly through her pussy, ran teasingly over her clit a few times, and then started moving further back, spreading her lubricating juices liberally over her ass. And then she felt the touch of something that wasn’t a tentacle, something a little slimmer than a tentacle, with a rounded tip, being pushed into her asshole.
It slipped in place surprisingly easily, but then, she was very, very wet, her whole body practically begging to be fucked again, and it didn’t get far. The odd plate wedged itself firmly between her buttocks, keeping the object lodged in place in her ass with just the tip of it inside her. The long end hanging on the outside meant that it moved when she moved, though, prodding against her from different angles. Still, she’d been surprised at how much she’d enjoyed it the last time he fucked her asshole, and this small intrusion didn’t feel like too much of a punishment.
He moved back around to her front, running a tentacle along her spine and praising her as he went.
“The sweet pet is, in truth, very good at following orders, and this one must express pride in that, having been the one to tame her. Now if only the pet could also learn to distinguish polite and impolite language, this one believes she would be quite the perfect little marvel. However, this one digresses, and should return to the previous point in time. This one might require a reminder about what topic they were discussing... ah, no, this one recalls it.” He held out his tentacle in front of her mouth again. “This one had observed that the pet appeared to be hungry. Well, go ahead.”
Iheyna held still, her eyes fixed on the tentacle.
“What, does the pet not want it any longer? Go on, suck it.”
Iheyna licked her lips, but didn’t move.
“Suck it, bitch, or this one will be forced to punish you.”
Wow, yeah, no way. She understood it now. She didn’t mind it if he demeaned her, but he had to coat his words in honey. It wasn’t her Ostopheles saying these words now, it was some badly written porn script.
A tentacle gently caressed the ridge of her head, and when he spoke again, her hanar was back.
“This one observes that its pet appears to have learnt its lesson now. This one is so pleased with her; it believes the earlier reward should be made available once again. If the pet still wishes to, this one will allow her to taste its tentacle.”
Eagerly, hungrily, Iheyna’s mouth closed around the limb, liking and sucking it. Oh, he was delicious, though he didn’t taste at all like she’d expected him to; instead of the salt seafood she’d anticipated he had a sweet flavour, mixed with something she couldn’t quite place. The experience was also widely different from sucking dick, a practice she’d only tried a few times and never found particularly appealing. Here, she could look up at him all the time as she moved her head back and forth, not once was the sight of him blocked because she was nose-deep in a crotch, and she didn’t have to worry about her mouth filling up with so much cum she couldn’t swallow it all, although, oh, she wanted him to cum, she wanted to please him, to give him back some of the pleasure he’d given her, and oh, she wanted to take him deeper, to suck and lick until he quivered with sensation, until he, yes, he quivered, it wasn’t just her imagination this time, he really was vibrating, and she could feel her lips swelling as the vibration intensified, and he was pulsing, even though she could hear no sound from him, his light was pulsing, and oh, oh...
Iheyna panted heavily, in sync with Ostopheles’ pulsing light, as his tentacle slid out of her mouth. It twitched a little, slick with spittle, and Iheyna tried to follow its movements with her eyes, but her head was ringing. That... whatever it had been... that had been intense. If it had gone on any longer, she’d either have started orgasming, or her teeth would have rattled out of her skull. Or both. Goddess, it had made her horny, though. She hadn’t thought it could get any worse than it already was, but oooh, had she been wrong. She let out a long moan.
“What was that, pet? This one believes probability dictates that it is mistaken, but... to this one, it sounds as if the pet is still hungry?”
“Mmmh,” replied Iheyna, still trying to remember how you used your tongue to form words.
“This one must express mystification... although... perhaps this one’s exotic pet has more than one mouth that requires feeding?”
“Mm-hmm,” agreed Iheyna, though she wasn’t entirely sure what he meant until she felt a tentacle sliding up her thigh and gently tickling her pussy.
“Does the pet request that these lips be parted to feast, too?”
“Oh yeeeah,” said Iheyna, finally finding her voice again.
“What a hungry little pet you are. This one can barely believe it has tamed such a ravenous creature. This one is not convinced it would be considered wise to give such an animal everything it desires; this one fears the pet might revert to a more feral state,” she surprised them both by interrupting him, but she’d been unable to contain the word coming out of her mouth: “Please.”
He was silent for a little while, and as he started stroking her clit, she thought he’d listened to her plea and would just give her the fuck she wanted, but he had more to say yet. His voice was sweet and commanding and right next to her ear: “Beg for it.”
“Oh yes, oh please, please master, please fuck me, pl-AAAAAAH!”
She realized her mistake as a tentacle whipped across her ass, whacking into that strange item still lodged there, hammering the stake further into her. The pain was unlike anything she’d ever felt, tears springing to her eyes, but still, she knew she deserved this: She’d responded when he was impolite to her, just as she’d promised them both she’d never do again. Sure, she’d been horny, but that was no excuse!
“This one is sad to express the disappointment it feels in its pet. This one believes it would be appropriate if the pet was to beg to be punished further. This one feels it would be only right if she begged for it until such a time that the point was driven all the way in.”
Oh, how right he was! How lucky she was to have such a clever master!
“Yes, please master, please punish me, please spank your naughty p-AAAH! Ahhh, yes, yes! Harder, please, oh goddess, ha – AAAAH! Ah, ah, ha-h, ah, h-h-harder, HAAAAAA!”
She didn’t know how much the peg in her ass moved with every slam of his tentacle. Probably not much, though it felt like it jolted right through her body, coming out with her screams at the other end. They both seemed to have forgotten his former admonishing against noise, or perhaps they just realized there was absolutely no way she could do this without screaming. How many times would he have to hit the stake before it was all the way in? How long did she have to endure this – and for that matter, how long would she be able to? She didn’t know; she was afraid to think about it, all she could do was to keep begging. The words please and harder, yes and faster and more all jumbled together in her mouth, coming out together or one and one, and in between them the continuing whacking SMACKS as his tentacle connected with her bum. Would she be able to keep going all the way, though? Would she? If only there had been something else to take her mind off her searing ass...
“Punish me more, master, oh, ravage my nipples!”
It worked! To her astonishment, when he started kneading her boobs and pulling at the ribbon connecting her nipples, the pain of the spanking became less all-consuming as she now had two different parts of her body to worry about. Well, or three, really, since her pussy was still throbbing with lust. And then there was the thought of staying upright, which was becoming more and more difficult...
“Does the pet believe she has been sufficiently chastised?”
It was only when he asked that she realised she’d stopped begging, the only things coming out of her mouth ragged breaths. She gave his question a very serious consideration. Stopping would be such a relief, and she couldn’t deny that she was looking forwards to it, although... although she loved this, too. And he’d said to keep going until the point was driven in all the way...
“N-no... No, I’ve been such a bad pet, I need to be punished properly. P-please, oh uh, oh goddess, please punish me h-h-harder...!”
And he did. It turned out all that was needed was one last, great whack on her ass, and the stake moved the last of the way, the point driven in hard and firm and absolutely, and at the same time he yanked the ribbon between her nipples so hard the clamps flew off, and the agony, oh, the exquisite, perfect agony coursed through her body and she couldn’t stand it any longer, she was writhing on the floor, and she was so close to cumming, she wasn’t sure she could hold it back and he wasn’t even touching her! Only the thought of how completely embarrassing it would be to come like this kept her teetering on the edge.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, her voice rough, “Oh, fuck me pleeeease!”
Her hanar, her dear master Ostopheles, was benevolent. Barely had the words escaped her mouth before a tentacle shot into her cunt, hard and deep and oh, exactly what she needed. He always knew exactly what she needed. Immensely grateful, she came at once.
To anyone watching, it probably didn’t look much different than it had. She was still lying on the floor, twitching uncontrollably, slick with her own juices. But the look on her face had changed from one of lustful agony to utter bliss.
She didn’t know how long it took before she calmed down. He kept fucking her a little longer after her first burst of cum, perhaps for his own sake, perhaps just to be polite. There was still so much about him that was a mystery to her. But after a time she calmed down, and he removed the plug from her burning ass before giving her some space and gently suggesting she might eventually put on her clothes again. Eventually, she did.
While she got dressed – a long and painful process – Iheyna noticed her hanar putting all the items he’d picked out for her in the store into a bag with the store logo on it. In addition to everything he’d used on her, there were handcuffs, coils of rope, strap-ons and dildos looking suspiciously tentacle-like... and everything in a white and pink theme. She realized he must want her to use them again, at home, without him, and with a stab of guilt, she remembered that she had a girlfriend. How would Ninny respond to bondage and spanking, she wondered?
Finally feeling ready to leave, get home, shower, sleep, Iheyna begun the complicated operation of getting into a standing position without jarring her ass or her nipples too much. Before she had gotten even halfway, though, she felt a tentacle touch her shoulder.
“If she would allow it, this one would be overjoyed to escort its pet to the door.”
“Of course,” she replied, marvelling at his gentlemanliness, “I’d be delighted, too.”
There was an odd clicking sound. And when she tried getting the rest of her way to her feet, the tentacle on her shoulder wouldn’t let her. She tried turning her head around to look at him, but all she could glimpse was another tentacle, holding... a leash. Oh. Oh.
Iheyna sank back to her hands and knees, her thoughts and stomach in turmoil. She didn’t mind being embarrassed and demeaned in private – quite the opposite, obviously; she enjoyed it – but going out there, where anyone might see her, leashed and on all fours...? And what about her dress, surely her knees would get caught on it and she would trip and – and he must’ve thought of that too, for he pulled her skirt up and folded the excess fabric into a bundle hanging over her back, exposing her red-rimmed behind and her soaked white panties. But that only made it worse! He couldn’t seriously expect her to go out in public like this?
Apparently, he could. And while her mind was still racing to come to a decision, he tugged on her leash, and as easy as that, they were on their way. She paused again when they were through the door, but while she was still scared, her conflicting thoughts had now been replaced more with worries about tripping or not walking right. Was there a right way to walk on your hands and knees? She hoped she was doing well enough, at least, as he gave another tug and she followed him into This One’s Intimate Accessories proper. Thankfully, it was nearly empty. The batarian and human was still there, or there again, perhaps; they looked like they might have had a round in the fitting rooms too, and didn’t seem likely to notice anyone else. But everyone else had left, and nobody else had come in. Praised be the goddess. But, wait – what door was he going to follow her to? Would he walk her all the way out to the street?! Iheyna was close to panicking when they reached the first door separating this store section from the rest of This One’s, and barely noticed the tentacle brushing her neck, opening her collar. Ostopheles gallantly held the door open for her, and handed her the bag.
“This one would like to express gratitude that the esteemed customer has chosen to shop at This One’s Intimate Accessories, and hopes that she will be pleased with her merchandise, and that she will forgive that this one keeps this item for now; this one has noticed a fault with the fabrication.” He indicated the collar and motioned for her to keep going. She crawled over the threshold into the small room between the two shop sections as he kept talking and started slowly closing the door between them.
“The transaction will be made directly from your account. If there are any complaints, do not hesitate to contact our establishment; all branches of This One’s Intimate promises full satisfaction. Please come again, and,” the last words barely made it through the crack in the door before it closed completely,
“Bring all your friends.”
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