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Omnisin Verse&Sesu

She gasped and coughed and tried to refuse his new command, trembling on the floor before him. But the corset squeezed and her breath hitched, ribs straining until she choked on pained cries and finally crawled onto the couch. She was shaking as she leaned over the arm and tentatively spread her legs at the knees, her ass lifting to feel the cold air of the room on her extremely exposed cunt and ass.

"P-Please..." Rene wheezed out before trying to swallow, her throat still raw from the thickness of his cock. "I've never... D-don't hurt me." There were tears in her eyes now, her hair tousled and her lips red and swollen from their work as she looked back at him pleadingly.
 
That look could have sealed him if he could have no more. But he could and he would. It had almost been enough to see her struggle against the bond when she had tried to refuse, and watch her decide between the pain and her virtue, and behold her virtue loose. Her tears, the beautiful stains that salt left on her, he'd cherish it all in moments he wasn't with her. His prize. It wasn't a task to quicken his cock again, even if moments ago he had discharged for her to swallow.

Her confession, with all of her showing and offered over the arm of the couch, made his precum flow as he took steps closer. He took his place behind her, stroking her cheek with his wet hand as he smiled, sticking his dick between her legs but not inside, rubbing the length of it upward, petting her pussy by moving it back and forth.

"I'll be your first?" he asked in a gentle tone, rubbing harder up against her, the neck of his cock fucking her clit as he slid his dick back and forth over her moistened, half parted lips. His fingers hooked carefully into her mouth, playing with her tongue, keeping her head turned back in the awkward position, even if he did expect a verbal answer.
 
She moaned despite herself, body shaking and hips rocking back into the touch of his cock against her dripping cunt. "Y-yes..." She admitted, cheeks turning red and saliva dripping out past his fingers as more tears leaked free. "Please... Please don't hurt me?" She knew it was useless. He was cruel. But she had to beg, didn't she? Had to hope even as her own cunt was betraying her, throbbing with need.
 
He stroked her hair, drinking in the beautiful scene of her swollen lips and leaking eyes begging him to be gentle, to let her have a first time like others. His fingers wiggled in her mouth before he drew them back, wetting her cunt and his cock with the tough spit before her shook his head slowly, kissing her on her forehead.

"I won't be, Rene." he said, placing the head of his member against her opening, parting that folded entrance by popping his cock into place, though only the head. He moaned before continuing to say "Push back." he whispered into her ear sweetly and poisonously, as if it had been her demise. He let the corset hug her again, if she decided to disobey. Of course she'd try to be tender with herself, but he wouldn't let it. It was either her virtue or her life. His hands held on to hers, keeping them on the arm of the couch so she'd have leverage to push back at him. "Let me see what you can do, Daughter of Aivonstad." A small lean in her direction, pushing his cock just a little deeper to give her incentive.
 
Her lips parted wide and her entire body shuddered at the feel of his cock against her hole, inside of her just a little, his voice commanding her to push back and take more of him in. There was only the smallest voice left that begged otherwise, the rest of her mind was searing with need, her cunt throbbing and dripping around him. She wanted him in her, deep and hard, until it filled everything in her. She leaned back and it hurt. But still she couldn't stop herself. She rocked a little, taking a little more each time. Saliva dripped from her lips onto the swell of her breasts barely held by the cruel corsets, hard nipples poking out from the top.

She pushed was fucking herself on his dick, moving back and forth and still it wasn't enough. Small guttural, pleading sounds spilt from her lips, begging blindly for something, anything to make it more.
 
His mouth was wide as he looked down at her ass moving back and forth, his cock delving and returning from virgin folds very tightly tied around it. He let go of her hands, she knew what to do now. It was a pleasure to see her obedience, to feel it deep in her actions. She wasn't forced anymore, she was awakened. He pushed her greenly lit hair aside, kissing on her neck as he started thrusting back to her fast, but not hard or deep enough pushes. She had lost her virginity so perfectly. She would never be able to be with anyone but him. Perhaps he wouldn't need the corset on her after this.

He leaned back, still pushing his cock into her while she, in her own-found frenzy, forced her little pussy back, to eat and loose his cock almost at the same time. The couch was staining, soaking in the juices her lower lips excreted. He stroke his moistened hand down her spine until the end of it where the thumb eventually curled to press as the pink, folded spot. He wouldn't let her reaction matter if it was anything but pleasure, shoving the digit in to the knuckle, invading her ass like her had her cunt, rewarding himself for it back pushing into her hard, almost lifting her with every forward advance.
 
She screamed in breathy gasps every time he sunk into her. Pain shivered through her back when his thumb stabbed into her ass but she couldn't stop herself from rocking back into him anyway, needing his cock deeper. Her thrust hard and she nearly choked on her own saliva. Between pants, she cried out, her body bucking wildly against his until it felt like he was stabbing his dick into her stomach with every thrust.
 
He looked at her livid form with half open eyes, shivering at the creature he'd made her into. His. He rewarded her vigor with moving his thumb, meeting her motions with hard ones of his own every time there was opportunity for it. Her slick inner forcing him to gasp and control his pleasure so it wouldn't run rampant outside of his say.

His hips hurried into her hard, his teeth gritting as he hid his face into the back of her hair, free hand on her stomach as if to caress the bulge of his own cock inside her. With some great restrain he flexed back his orgasm, watching her body and the evolution of her body language, wanting to see her release, wanting to see sacrifice to him.
 
Her body rocked under his, hips slamming back even and fingers flexing against the couch arm. She was panting, gasping, crying out as she frantically neared something that her entire body cried out for. She pushed back into him and screamed, voice shaking and body curling. She had thought words, pleas or his name, but what passed her lips was a melding of sounds and noises.
 
He offered a hard amount of rays in return, sucking in a breath as he lost part of himself into her orgasming folds, the tension and bend of her body marking his victory at the same time of his release. He held her to him, disallowing her to fall any way but back. If she wanted to she could hang her head back at him, his shoulder, and bend her neck for that comfort. She'd be able to breathe that way and he would be able to suck on her cheek while moving his hips to stir her cunt, and the juices they'd made in there. His hand on her belly, over the corset, pushed and rubbed her as if she was his pet.

"You will make an unusual ally." he whispered with some affection in her ear as he pulled out of her, still keeping her close as he ordered the only garment she wore to squeeze her low on her abdomen, intending to hear and feel his own cum drip out and onto his softening dick. He flicked her ear with his tongue. "Won't you, Rene?" He would, of course, punish her gravely if she disagreed.

Eventually he would find himself clothed again, seated in the couch, their couch now, ordering her to get dressed so he'd be able to take her to his home.
 
She answered in vague affirmations that turned into whimpered words as the corset tightened. She walked shakily to her room and dressed the way he said. Her mind was hazy, her body a mess of raw nerves, and sense was a long forgotten notion. She had barely put herself back together to follow him out of her apartment and into the unknown.
 
He sat back into the car he had stared up on her building from. Somehow everything felt more pleasant. Perhaps it was the pleasant temperature that kept the leather soft - Lark would provide him with such a knowledgeable driver, wouldn't they? - or the glasses already visited by ice for his poison. But mostly he imagined it was his guest, the one that sat with him as the journey started to his own apartment. He offered her what she had been know to drink as he let the corset easy up on its hold to it's original tightness, the one that she would know as Home from now on. The night had been damp outside, and pearls laid as evidence along the pane of black glass that kept the city air from ruffling his already disheveled hair. With a stroke of his hand he tried to correct the stream of snakes. Still some obscured his eye. He raised his glass to hers.

"You're beautiful, Rene. I'm very glad." And it was true. Her position had been the main reason for her current situation - her father, of course - but she had not been harboring two times his lust inside her now delectably squeezed body if she had not had that face on her. Green hair, such hubris - but right. She did look stunning in it. "You will be spending some time in my place." She might as well know so she could adjust. "I hear your father has some dealings with the political adviser of King Leiss. I would like to have a meeting with adviser Mohalan before the end of the month." He leaned back as he drank most of his glass' content, laying one leg over the other as he stroked her form up and down. "And oh, I'd like it you moved everything you need into my room." He smiled slightly even as he peered out the window of their vehicle. "Unless, of course, you mind?"
 
Eyes unfocused on the seat ahead, she heard his words, his question. It took her long enough to answer that the corset tightened. It was good to be reminded of her place in this. She wouldn't want to be confused. She wanted to reply with snark and venom, but he only asked because he wanted the reply a certain way. "Of course not. Whatever you want." Her words were quiet and empty before she drained the glass he'd handed her, her head resting back against the seat as she turned her attention out the opposite window as he had.
 
Eventually they were able to reach their destination; a smaller building than the one they left, less expensive and quite out of the way, but standing as a villa, or a series of those, it had it's own boasts behind the black fences topped with green gems. A flood of servants lined up with large umbrellas, each pair of heels standing on individual raised round platforms to keep the way of their master free from downpour. Leilan opened the door before his right hand could, and waved him away so he could hold it open for Rene. With a bow he extended his arm to let her come out.

The interior of the house wasn't entirely - on its face - unlike anything high end you would see in Aivonstad, but for the slight tilt of certain designs and ornaments, somehow changing the overall look of things, cold details and colorful lights in all glory. He was proud over it, the touch he had added himself, the discrete magic that had won the hearts of the Lark board. The magic she now wore.

Well inside he'd offer her anything she would like while placing his arm around her, introducing her to the servants the as if they didn't read the holograms he let them all have. She was The Socialite of today. If someone was honestly surprised of who she was, he might have to fire them. For show he'd kiss her hair.

Delighted he'd then let her be shown around, and then take over that tour once they got to his lab, or creative studio, as Lark liked him to call it. Ademar would lead the first part of the sightseeing, of course, since he was his most trusted.
 
She walked but felt empty. Her legs were tired, wore down like the rest of her, but still she walked. Touring his poshly styled prison and meeting the other inmates. At one point he even went on to do his own work, leaving her to be lead by another. After a few more halls she sighed aloud against the restraints of her eternal shackle. "Do I have a room?" Rene finally demanded, voice near wheezed from already tight lungs.
 
Ademar had not seen much of Veris' wicked nature when it came to more acute primal needs - perhaps that hubricated mind had thought itself above all that. Of course there had been the occasional lady visiting to give her opinion on his choices of feathers and the comfort or lack there-of in the binding creations The Master poured all his time in. But taking a lady-friend home was new. She seemed distressed and confused - drained of more than power. It hadn't been far from the trustees mind that Leilan was of darker tastes, but it was always discouraging to find out first hand. The man had more years than his master - twenty or so - and looked the part with an overall broader build, even if he was also dressed all in black, a single blue stone, large and dependent, stuck on the neck of his ensemble, accenting the details of the lace. Brown eyes under brown, brushed back hair. He smiled at her and nodded. His bleeding heart aside, loyalty was loyalty.

"You can have many and any, Ms Sounkin." he said, wit always ready and prepared on his tongue. He would have touched her back to lead her, but was slightly afraid to even brush the corset she'd been cursed with. Instead he walked with her through the dramatically lit darkness of a closely-built corridor. Extended hand, as if he wasn't showing her a beautiful prison. "We can make any room you pick more to your liking. Lark has been quite generous to Master Veris."

He followed her to whichever door she decided to try to open it for her, handing her the key even as it was forming. Now only she and the Master would be able to disturb what would be behind the secure barrier. Ademar smiled politely, feeling some of the cold of his professionalism slip away from the corner of his lips to leek some sympathy for her situation.

"For what it's worth, it looks beautiful on you. I think it even surpasses what the Master thought of it's design on your body." He reached to take her hand, shaking it for acquaintance while leaving a map of pills when he let go - oxygen, if things became too snug - his eyes lacquered with with an apology he shouldn't say. Instead he uttered the worst thing for her. "Welcome." though it felt like 'Sorry.'.
 
She had walked into the room she'd selected at random and pretended to look at it as though it may or may not be suitable. What did it matter right? She looked at her hand after he'd shook it and tried not to glare when he offered his welcome. Rene took a few backward steps from him, deeper into the room. So he knew? She smiled but it wasn't pretty. Of course he did. She rolled her shoulders back so that her coat slid off. "I do look lovely in it, don't I?" Rene said as she ran her palms down the length of the corset to the top of her skirt and then back up until she was nearly pressing her breasts up and out, the tops of her nipples picking into rosy view.

"You should get a better look at it, now that it's reached full glory." Her purr was almost a hiss, every sound deeper and quieter since her lungs could only offer so much. A tug at a back zipper and a quick wiggle had the skirt she'd worn pooling around her heels. She stepped out of it. High stockings reached up her thighs but left a stretch of pale skin from their tops to the corsets end. No panties. Whores didn't need panties. "What do you think?" She asked as she walked toward him, around him, closed the door and leaned herself back against it. "Am I beautiful?" She smiled with one side, painted lips parting. "Will men desire me more with this?"
 
He found himself staring before he realized what she was doing, playing with what bits of her person Leilan hadn't taken from her yet. He cleared his throat and almost choked on that attempt as he stood in the room of her choosing, trying to maintain composure. The cunt that peeked out at him a bit below that corset made his mouth dry with a want he carefully had leashed, or so he had assumed. He straightened up and looked at her face instead, having no trouble keeping eye contact when she appeared so... sensual in her gaze. With his jaw so tense its muscles jutted out he eventually pretended to look around.

"Yes, Ms Sounkin. Like I said. You're beautiful." With a stern face he realized she stood by the rooms only exit.

Only imagining himself elsewhere gave him enough courage to come closer to the Masters new pet, reaching a steady arm out to grab the nob of the the door she was leaned against. "If that will be all. There's a com's station and you can reach me anytime on it."
 
He tried so hard to be good. It made her wonder what Leilan had on him. Would she have cared if she wasn't already ruined? It was a fleeting thought to a question she'd never answer. Before his hand could reach the door she'd grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm to redirect its intent and have his hand landing firmly between her thighs at the bottom of that corset, his warm palm to her yet warmer cunt. Her back hit the door as the motion had pulled him forward, her body instantly arching so that her breasts pushed up at him, nipples finally escaping to peek up at him, her hand pushing his firmer against her sex. "What if that won't be all?" She wheezed into his ear, breathy and followed by expert moans. "What if I want something else?" Her free hand move just as fast as the first one had, groping and rubbing him through the front of his slacks.
 
He had sucked back a breath. Confusion had his limbs play along with what she was doing. He could feel her heartbeat against his palm, the warmth that came pouring out was almost solid. Even as he readied a protest in his mind his hand moved to fondle what she had put before it. Without warning his body started to fill him up underneath her touch, as if she knew everything about every electrical signal that connected him to his limbs. But then he had it, the perfect set of words that could deliver him from this compromised seat; stay on his honor; perhaps even keep her happy.

Instead of those carefully sown things, his mouth came over hers in a hurry, his motion of pulling back happening so only to force her head back with his. He was fully awake inside the fire that took presidency over his being. All he could do was find his finger inside her, curling to pet her slick tunnel while he kissed as if he was looking for something. He'd had very few brushes with passion, and she was the most of such he had ever experienced. His hips pushed into her hand without demand, but by reflex rather, unassuming but also unapologetic.
 
She moaned when he pressed into her and quickly tugged the front of his slacks open and down his hips enough for her fingers to retrieve his cock. She shivered as she stroked him, her hips rocking against his hand and small sounds bubbling up in her chest. "Fuck me." Rene begged, her voice a wet whisper against his mouth. "Right here against the door." One of her thighs curled up against his hip, her shoulders bracing against the thick wood as her naked cunt spread wider against his hand. "Please." She simpered and whined with need.
 
Her words signed away what connection he had to his duty, her firm hand having already urged him to hardness. The finger that had visited her inner slipped out, painting her own moist onto her little bud, pushing at it hard as he kissed her in the same fashion. The corset had made her smaller, but the compassion for her lithe waist was gone for the gratitude he felt for how practical it became. He lifted her, hands around the smallest of her curves, simply so he could set her down and push forward, stabbing her with wonderfully audible splash into her pussy.

He understood why the master had chosen her in that moment, as he drove as if to break the door with her already distressed body. His chest was to hers from time to time, every other kiss asking for her forgiveness while the others simply took from her.
 
Her lips parted wide as her neck arched back, head against the door as he bounced her roughly on his sex, stabbing her again and again. Her cunt stretched around him, her stomach aching from the way the corset contracted every time her breath heaved. She cried out loud, voice shrill as she squealed and gasped, body thumping against the door and her clit throbbing almost painfully every time his body pushed up hard into hers.
 
He forgot the affection and the sympathy. All he wanted was right in front of him, around him. How deliciously her cunt sang, wetly and loudly, as his cock moved and stirred inside her. He didn't even kiss, because he wanted to hear her sounds. Such an elegant creature rolled and held on his cock, becoming something so different. He wanted to break the door with her, endeavored to do so with pace and power, rolling his hips to massage himself into her clit. He moaned into her ear, some of it apologetic, some of it proud, all of it urgent.
 
She was screaming out her pain and pleasure, clinging to his shoulders as his body slammed her again and again into the door, coloring her body with bruises. Her cunt hurt even as it throbbed with more slickness around his cock. Some part of her hoped that he would break her, ruin her, kill her. All of her hoped that her capture would hear, that the entire house heard her cries of shameful passion. Her breath wheezed between those high pitched sounds.
 
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