Domination Between Old Friends (Lilytania)

Confidence started creeping up on Sam's face as he saw Ariadne struggling less but still defiant. That could only mean one thing... she'd already lost... and without his noticing, she had come, and that made him feel a little sad. He wanted to see the moment of triumph when he made betray all her teaching of the church, but the aftermath was pleasant too. Her weak and defeated face was so beautiful, nothing like that cold hard bitch persona she had covered herself up with just a day ago. Things were going swimmingly and Sam felt greedy.

"Ariadne, I can't leave you alone, that would be cheating! You could turn the vibrator up and make yourself come without me looking, and then claim you won the contest! You are very sneaky you little slut, but I still love you and I will prove it..." Sam explained as he stopped his rubbing and gave her ass a playful slap that made the orbs jiggle a little and shift the bullet around in her pussy. Getting up, Sam grabbed another little drug: an inflammatory. This would increase blood flow, making Ariadne heat up, her pussy fill with more blood making her more sensitive, and make the aphrodisiac go through her system faster.

The best part about this brand? It was specifically NOT used for sexual purposes... because it caused impotence. Similar to ecstasy, it made the person unable to have an orgasm, even though it made them slightly hotter, which is why it was usually not recommended to sexually active people.

Walking over to the helpless and struggling nun, Sam pulled on her long curly red locks, twisting her neck and making her look up into his face before he kissed her. It was soft and loving at first, but gradually he made it deeper and deeper, until his tongue peeked into her mouth and lovingly caressed her tongue, and once her lips had opened a bit more, he slipped the tiny capsule from his mouth into hers and pulled away, covering her mouth and nose and rubbing her throat to encourage swallowing.

"Don't worry, it's not an aphrodisiac, it's actual medicine. It's prescribed to people with bad hearts, or people OD'ing, like you are on that injection I gave you earlier," Sam explained, lying a little, as he waited for her to swallow so he could let her breath. "I love you Ariadne, and I want you to realize your true self, but I don't want to hurt you."

Ariadne looked up at him when he said it'd be cheating. Her face lit up a tiny bit. Did he not know she had come already? She certainly hoped so. She whimpered and shook her head. "I wouldn't cheat," she said. She looked up at him innocently.

When he pulled on her hair, she looked up at him with wide eyes, struggling and squirming. She whimpered and thrashed when he kissed her. He managed to get his tongue in her mouth, and she felt something get passed to her. She tried to spit it out, but he quickly had his hand over her mouth and nose. She twisted her head back and forth in an attempt to free herself, but she automatically swallowed with the strokes on her throat. She felt the pill go down her throat, and within a minute, the vibrations almost seemed to increase. She wailed at the sensitivity. "No," she whined. "I don't like this!" She looked up at Sam. "Please take it out."

Ariadne's whining and struggles were so cute and adorable, she practically looked like a little girl getting her first haircut or something. Compounded with the innocent and hopeful face she had made when he accused her of cheating, Sam was at risk of falling totally head over heels for this girl again. Right now his obsession and need to make her see him as something other than "evil" was really what drove him, but there were other parts that were blooming at the sight of her. Parts that wanted to fuck her raw, but also wanted to cuddle under the moonlight.

"Don't like it? Then why would I take it out? That means you're winning! Only 45 minutes to go! 45 minutes, don't cum, don't turn up the vibrator, don't prove to me that you're the slut I think you are, and you can go home free," Sam said with an innocent laugh as he stood up from the chair and approached Ariadne, rolling her over so that she was on her back, sitting up slightly so she wasn't hurting her arms.

"Come on... prove it... prove you're not a slut like me..." Sam whispered softly in Ariadne's ear, sensually licking it as he breathed and reaching his hand down to softly knead her breast, though his eyes were on her hands behind her back, her thumb just above that intensity dial.

Ariadne whimpered. She was pretty sure he didn't know she'd cum. She wanted to cum again so badly. The ache was pounding in her gut. She looked up at him with a whine and wide eyes. She squirmed and tried to push him away as he rolled her onto her back. She just looked at him with wide eyes and tried to keep her breathing and voice calm. "I'm not a slut," she said again.

Ariadne shut her eyes. Her thumb was just above the intensity dial. With her hands behind her back, surely he wouldn't notice if she turned it up jus a little. She slowly moved her thumb and turned the dial up a notch. She felt the difference immediately, and she whimpered and gasped. It felt so amazing, but she still didn't cum. That drug. She wanted to regurgitate it from her system. "Please, Sammy."

The buzzing from the bullet became slightly louder and Sam could have sworn that the vibrations in Ariadne's body were a little more violent, but he was having too much fun. He didn't want her to just lose and come, he wanted to humiliate her, to make her revel in her "disgusting" sinful desires and roll through the mud and the cum with him. Ariadne was going to become his total slut, and to do that he was going to break her down piece by piece until she didn't have a thought in her head except for Sam and how many orgasms he was going to give her.

Turning her around so that she could be on her knees, facing him, Ariadne's face was blushing and she was panting with sweat all over her body and Sam wanted to just eat her. Her pathetic little voice pleaded with him like a little girl's voice and Sam wondered what she wanted from him. Did she want him to stop what he was doing... or go further... please was such an abstract thing to say...

"Please what Addy? Please... what...?" Sam asked quietly as he kissed Ariadne on the lips, softly and tenderly, kneading her ass so that her vibrator shifted more while also exposing her tiny rosebud to the open air.

Ariadne whimpered as she was lifted onto her knees. She looked up at him with wide eyes. He hadn't noticed. She couldn't tell how loud the vibrations were. She shut her eyes and tried to focus. She was sweaty, and her face was flushed with embarrassment at her thoughts and the orgasm she'd already had. She couldn't cum again. It just wouldn't happen. She knew it was the drug he'd given her. She gave a tiny moan and waited. She shook her head when he spoke to her. "Nothing. Just please." She didn't want to say what she truly wanted. She shut her eyes and bit her lip. "Please."

The game was over. Sam could sense that. He had wanted to humiliate and made Ariadne admit that she was a slut, but clearly the game wasn't enough to push her, though clearly it had nudged her in the right direction. Now he just needed to continue with his torture in a different way, and also he wanted to enjoy her weakness... her vulnerability... he wanted to make her squeak and beg a little more, but he also didn't want her to hate him.

Pulling on the tape which must have uncomfortably pulled on her pubic hairs, Sam pulled the bullet out of Ariadne a little bit, rubbing it around her outer lips which were bulging almost obscenely with blood. They looked red and angry, eager for a release that wouldn't come. Sam teased like this for a few second silently, holding Ariadne up with his other arm, before he softly shoved it back up, so deep that his index finger was in to the third knuckle.

"It's okay Addy... even if you are a slut... I still love you..." Sam whispered against her lips as he kissed her again while his other arm slid down her back to the control and jacked the dial up to 100, the full setting that could, according to the ad, make a girl scream in ecstasy in seconds.

But that ecstasy would be out of reach for Ariadne. For now.

Ariadne whimpered when he pulled on the tape for a bit. She felt he bullet come slightly out of her pussy, and she thought he would take it out. She gave a cry of frustration when she felt him begin to tease her with the vibrating device. She wailed and shook her head. Why must he torture her so? She wanted to cum so badly, but of course she couldn't

Ariadne gasped as he pushed the bullet inside her body as far as her could. She gritted her teeth and sealed her eyes shut. She swallowed nervously, before she felt it increase intensity. She arched her back and wailed. "Please!" she cried, unable to stand it. "I need to cum!" she said. "I can't do this!" She was desperate. She opened her eyes and looked at him pathetically.

Sam became over-excited at her desperate cries and lost himself for a second, kissing her fiercely to show his love and care for her, lightly massaging her back with one hand and her breasts with the other. He had finally won this battle and he was practically in tears with how glad he was that Ariadne was taking a step toward becoming a slutty hole for him to use and nurture and kill that cold bitch personality that he hated. Moving her head aside to kiss and suck on her neck, Sam wanted to show her how much he loved her and whispered quietly that he did as he covered her body in kisses.

Flipping her around and bending her over, Sam spanked her a few times until her bottom was red, secretly trying to mix up and confuse her pleasure receptors and mix them with her pain receptors. She would associate pain with this arousal and soon... but that was for later. Once her bottom was a dark red color that flared against her pale skin, Sam leaned over her, his whole body covering hers, practically laying on her back, and whispered in her ear softly, teasing it.

"Beg me. Beg me one last time and I'll give you release," Sam whispered as he pulled a blood thinner pill out of his pocket that would neutralize the inflammatory, but hopefully not affect the aphrodisiac.

Ariadne whimpered as she felt his lips begin to dance all over her soft skin. She sealed her eyes shut and waited patiently, jumping and squeaking whenever he ht her neck, her well-known ticklish spot. She trembled, his lips hitting every nerve they could. Her body was on fire. She looked up at him with wide eyes when he told her he loved her. She felt a pang in her chest, but quickly pushed it aside. She was supposed to hate him. Why did she feel this way?

Ariadne yelped when she felt his hand smack down on her ass. What was he doing? She squirmed and wailed. "What's going on? What'd I do wrong?" she demanded. She whimpered with each slap. Her little ass tingled, and when he leaned over her, she whimpered. "Please bring me relief," she begged quietly. She could feel her arousal dripping down her legs. "Please, Sammy. I need it!"

Ariadne's cries of pain and confusion were met with mostly silence as he spanked her, wanting her to feel desperate and needy, just like she had made him feel when he tried to talk to her. It was a proper punishment for the way she acted and it was an excellent way to also show how much he loved her, because only girls with guys who cared about them, were lucky enough to be spanked with they were wrong. When he was done, he massaged her cheeks gingerly, trying to make the pain go away just a little bit and showing his loving, nurturing side to her.

"You disobeyed me, you forced me to tie you up, I had to teach you a lesson, but it's okay now. I forgive you now. You're a very good girl Ariadne, and you take spankings well," Sam whispered, rubbing the top of her head to reassure her and give her some positive feedback to the spanking before asking her to beg.

Once she had succumbed, Sam cheered internally and kissed her on the cheek, a little tear in his eye. "I know you do Addy. I'm so glad you realize that now. Sluts need orgasms and punishment, and I will always, always be there for you," Sam explained lovingly as he took the blood pressure pill and licked it a little before reaching back and quickly but softly slipping it into her open anal rosebud, sticking his finger inside for a moment so that the suppository would go in properly, and then flexing his finger to give her a little anal pleasure.

"There, now you can cum," Sam said, waiting a moment for the suppository to kick in before he pulled the bullet out of Ariadne before it could make her cum again, sticking it in his pocket, getting off the bed to untie her hands, but not her ankles, and then sitting on the chair across from the bed.

"So go ahead."

Ariadne wailed as he spanked her repeatedly. Her body was still showing her arousal, but she was also in pain. She was so confused. She squirmed and whimpered as he continued before starting to rub her sore and tender ass.

Ariadne whimpered quietly, struggling not to cry, as he spoke to her. She looked up at him, squirming slightly. She nuzzled into his stomach like she used to. She just wanted his comfort. She didn't want the punishments. She shook her head quietly. The aphrodisiac still raged in her body. She panted and wailed.

Ariadne jumped when he pushed the pill into her little rosebud. She whimpered quietly, and she soon felt her orgasm grow. Just before she could cum, he pulled out the bullet. She looked up at him with wide eyes and whimpered. "Please put it back in!" she whined. "Please!" She didn't want to masturbate in front of him. She looked at him expectantly and waited.

"Ha! What was that? You want me to put it back in you? Do you hear yourself Ariadne?" Sam said with a laugh as he realized the irony of the situation and how desperate Ariadne had become for release and pleasure. "Man, just a few hours ago you didn't even want me to touch, you, and now you're begging for me to put this little thing back inside of you? That's so... beautiful."

Sam smiled to himself as he scooted his chair closer to Ariadne, reaching out to hold her hands and kiss them, showing her that he still cared for her even though he was doing this cruel thing to her. He wanted her to do this though, to further her depravity just a little more, and to make her more culpable for all of this. Everything he'd done to her, he had done TO her. Now it was time she took action herself, separated herself from those other nuns, and became a slut.

"If you do this, I promise it's the last thing. We will stop with the punishments and I can hold you until you fall asleep, like the old days. I'll be so much nicer, because you'll deserve it, and I promise... I'll help you next time," Sam promised with a loving whisper before kissing her fingers again. "But for now, do it yourself my love. Give yourself release, don't you want it?"

Ariadne whimpered as he laughed. She blushed and settled her head on the bed. She felt disgusting for begging. She buried her face in the blankets, ashamed. She waited, listening to his voice. He was so excited that she was acting this way, but she felt so embarrassed.

Ariadne heard him come closer. She let him take her hands, and she looked up at him pathetically. She whimpered and made big eyes. She wanted to just snuggled in his arms. She held on more tightly to his hands and pulled herself closer. She looked up at him again and whimpered. She wanted to be done. She wanted to get away for at least some time. She was so confused. He could be so nice to her, but it went against all of her beliefs.

Ariadne whimpered and finally let her fingers go down to her pussy lips. She began to rub vigorously, wanting to get it off quickly. She came within minutes, arching her back and wailing. She collapsed and looked over at him.

Sam watched enraptured as Ariadne looked at him in shame, but nonetheless pressed her hands down to her core and began rubbing, desperately and vigorously, trying to get herself off as fast as she could. It was the single most erotic sight Sam had ever seen, and as the sweat fell off of her body and onto the bed, marking it with her lust, the sheen and heat began to make her look even wilder, her hair looking more messed up and all over the place. The wanton lust that was all over her straining and undulating muscles was something out of a porno and Sam was ready to jump her.

But he restrained himself and instead untied Ariadne's feet and then joined her on the bed. Stripping off his shirt and pants, but leaving his underwear on, Sam pulled Ariadne into a hug and slowly rubbed her back, kissing her along the neck and collarbone, then the lips, slowly and lovingly, pouring all of his worship and want and love into it, before he stopped to pull the covers over them, holding her close so that he head was on his chest, her red locks under his nose with a light, pleasant scent.

"I love you Ariadne. I know you're confused, but I'll take care of you. I can give you everything, I can give you more orgasms, and you don't have to be ashamed. This was natural," Sam said as he gently caressed her naked body against his until she fell asleep.

Ariadne whimpered and snuggled up against his chest when he crawled up on the bed with her. It was shamefully easy to go back to their dating days, when they'd cuddle on the couch with a movie and fall asleep that way. Her tangled hair laid on the bed behind her, and she wrapped an arm across his chest. She shut her eyes as she waited for her pussy to calm down. She sighed and stretched for a moment.

Ariadne smiled gently when she felt each gentle kiss over her body. She sighed and enjoyed the feel for only a short moment, before he spoke. She smiled and shut her eyes and her ex-boyfriend comforted her. She snuggled up against him before she slowly fell asleep, her body weakening.

Dreams of making love to her and hugging her and holding her hand all floated through Sam's mind and he felt like it was an ecstasy dream on clouds and happiness, and when he woke up early in the morning, Sam was glad that Ariadne was still there. There was even a crack of a smile on her face and his heart positively melted for her. This was going to be a new beginning for them, and he would make sure of it. He had fond memories of high school, but he knew that they could do better, be more open, honest, and that way she would never lose her way and walk away from him ever again. If she was completely open to him and everything he did to her... it would be even better than before.

Slipping out of bed, Sam watched her sleep for another second before he went to the bags and looked for some of the clothes bought Ariadne, finally settling on one and putting a sundress on the chair. Sliding the chair next to the bed, Sam grabbed the rest of his supplies, the drugs, the ropes, the outfits, and left the room, silently shutting the door behind him.

Hours later, around noon, Sam continued to grill the bacon and eggs, and buttered some pancakes when the door opened, Ariadne obviously awake.

Ariadne woke up later, and slowly stretched. She yawned, and realized Sam was gone. She huffed and slowly got up. She found the dress, and quickly put it on, glad to be in some clothes. She checked herself in the mirror and fixed her hair. She felt so wrong being dressed this way, but it was better than being naked. She huffed and slowly opened the bedroom door.

Ariadne headed downstairs. She saw Sam downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table. She smiled and leaned her head on the table. She was still tired. "Morning," she murmured. "What'll we do today?"