Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

She blushes and looks down into her tea, "That's not fair! Before today I've never! It was the only time!"

She takes a breath though, it wouldn't be her first choice of phrase, but it was the one on her mind now that Kayla had said it, and...she had to know. "It...felt...amazing," she says breathlessly. No! That's not what it was at all! "I was violated, it was disgusting, I was used! It was amazing!" Her eyes start to tear up as she says that, still not believing it herself, and she keeps trying and failing to say that that's a lie and she hated it but can't, "Why?!"
 
Kayla's eyes widen slightly. "It was your first time? Oh, you poor girl. You should have come here sooner."

A moment later she seems to get herself under control, and reaches to pat your hand. "It's all right," she says. "Sometimes we don't know what we'll like until we try. Hell, the first time I took it up the ass I was so scared I threw up, and two weeks later I was selling it on a street corner. But it's all right, here. Just us and the goddess in this room. So go ahead, try it on. See how it feels. Did you like it? Would you do it again? When those dogs were fucking you, when you had those knots in you, were you really wishing for it to stop? Or were you wishing it would never end?"
 
Emilia can barely breath as her tail wags cautiously, dragging on the floor, and her ears droop down. But she'd taken one step, and momentum made the next easier. She had to speak her mind or she'd never come to terms with what happened. "I...wanted more...when Yethazmari was in me, I wanted it to last forever...the hounds...they weren't good enough, there weren't enough of them, they were nothing compared to him...but when they disappeared I felt...cold. The fire they filled me with was so...euphoric..."

Her tail stops wagging and she looks down, "What am I supposed to do? I'm some kind of monster...and it's not like I can ever have that again..."
 
Kayla stares for a moment at the mention of the Yethazmari, seeming shocked. She recovers her composure swiftly, though, and grips your hand comfortingly. "You're supposed to enjoy yourself, that's what," she says firmly. "And don't you let anyone tell you otherwise. Life is too short to spend it on someone else's idea of what feels good. As to the other, well." She looks you in the eye. "You've come this far, might as well take the next step. Do you want to feel that way again? Do you want to be used, abused, violated? Because that client I mentioned? She wants something very specific, and I think you could be perfect for it. If you want to feel that way again, the opportunity might not be as far away as you think."
 
There was too much to figure out right now, too much to think about, but the idea of life being made simpler...of being put back into the place she loved so much..."...A bet is a bet...I have to help you with your...client," she says, still staring into her tea and takes another drink.
 
"Excellent," Kayla says, picking the collar up and holding it out towards you. "You'll be needing this. And just remember, it might be scary, but you're safe."
 
Nodding, Emilia tentatively reaches out for the collar, the fiends words echoing in her mind before she shakes her head and puts it on. Ignoring the fact that she's still wearing only a borrowed robe she stands up...and frowns. "I...I don't want to be safe," she admits. "I...I don't know what happened but I died earlier, and I'm fine...I...I'll never be able to feel like that again if I'm safe."

"Let's...let's go."
 
"Excellent," Kayla says. "Come with me."

The priestess leads you through the hall and then opens one of the doors, revealing a staircase leading even further down, into the city. It's more dimly lit, down here, and warmer. It smells of sweat, and sex, and blood.

Kayla escorts you through a narrow maze of halls to another door, this one made of strong wood banded with iron. There are several heavy locks on it, and it doesn't look like they open from the inside without the key.

Within, you're in a small stone room, lit by a few bullseye lanterns. It leaves most of the room in shadow, but reveals a few things. One of the patches of light falls on what looks like a teenage girl, seated on a leather couch. She's naked, and has a harp between her legs, upon which she's playing a gentle tune.

Another patch of light falls on a tall, hooded figure standing against the wall. They have no visible skin, and in fact you can't see much of them at all.

Finally, there's a plain, padded wooden sawhorse in the middle of the room.

Kayla grabs you roughly by the hand and pulls you to this last before shoving you over it. She slips your hands into restraints built into the sawhorse and tightens them before locking them, making it impossible for you to stand up or move your arms.

Once she's satisfied with those, the priestess walks into the darkness, returning a moment later with a metal ring and a length of chain. She grasps you by the collar and pulls your head back, clipping the chain to it. The other end fastens to the ring, which is in turn clamped around the base of your tail. She then tightens it, forcing you to lift your tail and arch your back, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat.

"She's ready," Kayla says. You can barely see in your peripheral vision as the hooded figure nods and leaves the room.
 
Emilia's heart skips more than one beat as they make their way further into the temple, her pulse quickening and thoughts of what's to come gnawing away at her, filling her with worry, fear, and ecstasy.

But those were distant issues compared to being forcibly strapped to the sawhorse, something for which she was silently grateful to Kayla for. If she'd been asked to present herself, or told to do something, she'd have resisted, but losing control, being forced...she tried to ignore the burning sensation in her legs as the priestess chained her tail to her collar. Breathing heavily, she watches the naked woman with the harp with a confused look, wondering why she needed all of this after the cloaked figure leaves the room, "W-who are you?"
 
There's no answer, and you're left to wait in suspense. The girl with the harp seems far more interested in the song than in you, and Kayla is busy in the shadows outside your field of view. Occasionally you hear a soft clink of metal on stone, or rustling fabric, but nothing else.

After a few minutes of this, the door opens again, and you hear growling, snarling, and whining. The hooded figure enters the room a moment later, leading a group of dogs on heavy leather leashes. Another figure enters at the same time, hurrying in. The door slams closed, and then locks.

The newcomer quickly moves in front of you, and is revealed as a female catolk. She's dressed in a robe very similar to yours, which hangs open to reveal nothing underneath. "Is this her?" she says. "Oh, this is a pretty one."

"She is," Kayla agrees from behind you. That, and a slight hissing in the air, are your only warnings before you feel the sudden burn of a whip hitting your exposed ass. "I think she's ready to start. Isn't she?"
 
It wasn't a long wait but the suspense was palpable and was only making Emilia more aroused. So when the door opened and revealed just a normal, if beautiful, catfolk and her canine companions, she was almost...disappointed. At least until she remembered that these dogs wouldn't simply fade away and could stay with her longer.

But such thoughts were interrupted as she yelps when whipped, the sudden jerking causing the chain to pull uncomfortably on her tail making her wince more. "Y-yes."
 
"Good," Kayla says, walking around in front of you. She's holding a simple leather whip, flicking it around with remarkable skill. "Let's get this fucking party started, then, shall we?"

The hooded figure silently removes the leashes, and the hounds lunge forward, barking wildly. They can clearly smell your arousal, and they don't have any doubts as to what to do when presented with an eager female ready for a hard fuck.

There's a brief squabble before the first of the hounds mounts you. His thrusts are quick and rough, but nothing like the Yethazmari, or even the hellhounds. His cock barely stretches you open at all, and his claws only scratch your skin slightly as he scrabbles for purchase on your back, ripping the robe somewhat. A few more thrusts to settle himself inside you and he's already growing stiffer, his knot starting to swell inside you as he turns around.

"Is that all?" the catfolk asks, sounding vaguely disappointed.

"Oh, don't worry," Kayla says, caressing your cheek. It's not clear whether she's talking to the catfolk or to you. "We're just getting started." As though to punctuate her statements, she reaches down and grabs your breast, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. Her fingers spark with electricity, sending a jolt of mixed pain and pleasure through you.
 
She can't hide her frown as the dog is so...small, so weak. It was stupid, but Kayla had made her think that maybe she could reexperience the bliss she felt wiht Yethazmari filling her. But as the priestess shocks her, she moans a little and her nipples stiffen with the jolt. It was still far too little, but at least she could feel it, unlike the tiny knot swelling into her. It won't even stay in, it could just be pulled out...
 
"I can see that," Kayla says, seizing your nipple and twisting it. "You want more, don't you? You want so much more." With her other hand she brings the whip around and lashes it across your legs, catching the dog with the very tip. He yelps even as he begins spraying his seed inside her.

Instants later, her thoughts prove correct, as the dog is ripped back out of her by the hooded figure. His cock is still spurting, staining the floor. The next of them is already pressing forward, but Kayla holds up her hand, forestalling it. "I think our friend here merits something a little more special," she says. "Don't you? What do you think, something big, or something unique?"

"Oh, by all means, something unique," the catfolk says, licking her lips.

Kayla nods and murmurs a quick prayer. Instants later another hound appears, already in position to mount you. It's larger than the others, standing almost tall enough to reach Kayla's shoulders, and as it starts to press into you you think that might be the reason Kayla thought he would satisfy you. Certainly it's well enough endowed, enough to hurt a bit as he shoves himself into you.

Then, however, he seems to fade, slipping out of phase and out of your pussy. His cock slips down, through your flesh, barely tangible as a shiver from inside your body.

He keeps thrusting at a slow, steady rhythm, slipping all around as he fades in and out. His cock is larger than it first looked, and soon he's pushing deep into you, pressing up into your womb when he's not all there, and starting to push into it even when he is.

The catfolk licks her lips as she watches, reaching down to finger herself. Kayla steps away and rummages around in the shadows, leaving the catfolk to step up in front of you. She strokes your cheek, her claws digging in and leaving shallow, bloody cuts on your skin.
 
This was better. But still not enough. It was comparable to the hellhounds, its ability to truly get inside her making up for its lesser warmth, but it was no larger, and where they had four, it was but one. Still, she moans as it presses into her, and as the feline steps in front of her to draw blood she starts to breath more heavily. Aroused now, she's willing to speak her mind more, and this time, she doesn't accidentally beg, this time, she says it on purpose, "More."
 
Kayla returns with a pair of heavy clamps, linked by a length of chain. She affixes them to your nipples, where they bite into skin painfully. Another length of chain clips into them, and runs up to hook into the one running from your tail to collar, so that any slight movement will also twist your nipples and send a shock of sensation through you.

And it's hard not to move, because the blink dog certainly isn't stopping. His thrusts are hard enough to stagger you now, at least when he's corporeal. When he's not his hips sink into you entirely, stimulating your whole vagina with an odd, tingling pressure unlike anything you've ever felt. And when he is wholly physical, well, that's something else entirely.

"Can't get enough, can you?" the catfolk says. "Gods, I love seeing you like this." She shivers, scraping her claw across her own clitoris as she steps back to get a better view.

"Well, let's give the lady what she asked for," Kayla says, smiling wildly. She grasps the blink dog and pulls it completely through your body, sending another rush of sensation through you. Now at your head instead, he shows no signs of stopping. His wild thrusting sends him into your mouth, most of the time. But when he's incorporeal, he penetrates your throat, your face, even at one point your eye.

You don't even notice Kayla cast the next spell. You only realize what's happened as you feel another, much greater weight settle onto your shoulders, your back...it covers almost your entire body. And like the dog, it wastes no time in getting busy, slamming into you with bone-shaking force.

The barbs on the tiger's cock are an experience unlike anything even the Yethazmari had to offer, raking along the inside of your pussy sharply. It's more leisurely, though, setting up a slow, steady rhythm inside you even as the dog grows increasingly frenetic. The cat leans forward and licks you, then sinks its teeth lightly into your shoulder, piercing the robe easily.

"Oh, that's good," the catfolk says. You can see her out of the corner of your eye, at least when the blink dog isn't there instead. Her eyes are bright as she continues masturbating, gasping when she hits a particularly sensitive spot.

You don't notice at first as the blink dog comes, since it's not physical at the time. Then, though, it becomes obvious, as its knot catches on your teeth on the backstroke. He keeps fucking your mouth eagerly, shooting semen both down your throat and all through your body. At one point he, or at least the head of his cock, becomes real inside your sinuses, filling them with canine seed. At the same moment Kayla lashes you with the whip again, this time wrapping it around your ankle. On top of the sting, she jerks you off your feet, leaving you held up only by the sawhorse and the barbed feline dick inside you.
 
Now things were starting to heat up. The blink dog was more than it seemed at first, and now that it had found its groove she'd felt more pleasure from it than the hounds, though it still wasn't enough, even with the chains biting into her with every thrust. Still she moaned in pleasure and when the dog was pulled through her entire body, with something more primal.

She happily held her mouth open as the blink dog went for her face, but when it penetrated her eye she blinked in surprise and shock. The sensation was utterly alien, terrifying, and for a brief moment, she wished it would solidify while still occupying the socket so that it could fuck her in a new hole. But then the thought passes as it goes back to fucking her mouth and she hears something new appear on top of her.

The tiger was much larger than any of the dogs, larger than anything save Yethazmari, and while it didn't have his girth or his tail, it did have those barbs that only felines have, and if not for the blink dog's meat shoved down her throat and corporeal at the moment she'd have thrown her head back and cried in ecstasy as her pussy engulfed the feline cock. The joy is only amplified by the fiery pain in her shoulder where the tiger bites into her, piercing flesh as easily as the robe. She doesn't even notice the catfolk playing with herself now, too focused on the duo inside of her as she tries to lick the dog's shaft while thrusting into the big cat.

And then the blink dog came. Her face felt like it was on fire as the canine cum filled her sinuses, the burning sensation should have been agony but there was more too it. She didn't have the time or awareness to contemplate it though, as Kayla helps her defy gravity, lifting her off the ground and letting the tiger's cock push further into her and keep her off the ground. With the blink dog in her mouth she couldn't express herself, but her wriggling attempts to wrap her legs around the tiger to pull it further in say all that they need to as she gives herself completely to the beasts, wanting nothing more than to reach an orgasm with them, to be made theirs.
 
"Oh, gods," the catfolk says, her voice slightly strained. "I love seeing you like this. They're just owning you, like an animal...." She trails off into a slight moan.

Kayla, on the other hand, seems entirely unmoved as she steps in beside you, grabbing your leg firmly to hold you up and spread you open for the tiger to more readily penetrate. Her other hand flicks the whip loose and quickly brings it around to lash at your ribs, the very tip wrapping around to sting your breast.

The blink dog starts to lose control of itself, slipping forward into your body once again. It's past the initial rush of its climax, but its canine physiology is such that it's still spurting heavily, spraying come into your esophagus, and then as it slips further down even filling your stomach and womb. The tiger, meanwhile, seems content to maintain the same slow, steady pace, dragging those barbs over the walls of your cunt repeatedly.

"Good girl," Kayla says, stroking your cheek with her fingertips. "You're loving this, aren't you? I can tell. That look in your eyes...oh, yes. You just love being a toy." She walks slowly pat you, reaching down to tweak your clit hard as she passes. "After these boys finish, I think you might be warmed up and ready for the main event."
 
Emilia gives an almost primal growl of pleasure as the blink dog explodes inside of her in a very literal sense, at least until the cum blasting her esophagus makes her start coughing. Not that that does anything to diminish her pleasure or slow her attempted gyrations, but it does keep her from vocalizing a response to Kayla. She was certainly enjoying herself, but the idea that this was just a warm-up made her eyes light up, and she bared her fangs in a toothy smile as best she could with the hound making it difficult to breath and making her glad she skipped lunch.

She gasps as the Calistrian grabs her, but chokes in the attempt and continues coughing as the blink dog's cock solidifies briefly pushing against the tiger's inside her, the feeling of the two both fully occupying her, combined with the trail the dog left going down her body, and the barbs on the tiger make her eyes roll back into her head in pleasure as she nearly orgasms right there. Kayla wasn't entirely wrong. The aasimar was loving this, but even a toy was more dignified than this, and she wanted more.
 
Sadly, while blink dogs share something of their mortal cousins' stamina, summoning spells are not possessed of the same endurance. The hound has only a few more moments in which to enjoy you, growling and yipping ecstatically as he continues cumming all through your body. At last, with one final thrust that sends the whole length of his semi-tangible body passing through your cunt, the hound fades away, and this time does not rematerialize inside you.

The tiger, however, seems determined not to let his absence interfere too much with your pleasure. The feline is finally picking up the pace, now, starting to throw more of his considerable muscle behind each stroke and thrust. The spines along his shaft slide easily across your inner walls as his cock slides into you, but scrape and pull on the way out, keeping you from ever having a moment's rest. Between the constant barrage of sensation and the sheer, teeth-rattling force of the thrusts, standing is growing difficult. Luckily for you, between the restraints and the massive cock inside you, you couldn't fall if you wanted.

There's almost no warning before the cat comes. His cock swells slightly, and twitches, and then starts to spasm as it shoots thick ropes of seed into you. The tiger lets out a slight growl of release and thrusts in once more, even more forcefully, slamming your body hard into the sawhorse. It bites at your shoulder again, more forcefully this time, teeth drawing blood as it shudders in pleasure against you.

At the same time, the whip cracks more forcefully against your breast, before Kayla flicks it down with expert precision to snap the tip against your clit. "Hurry up and come, you little slut," she says, though a faint note of fondness in her voice makes it more a compliment than an insult. "Can't start the ritual until you have your first. Or do you want to go back to those little dogs for a while first?"
 
If she had the presence of mind to realize what was happening, the aasimar would've been sad to see the blink dog fade away, but after everything she'd been through today and everything she was experiencing at the moment, she barely even noticed. The tiger's orgasm, combined with the torment from Kayla, was easily enough to send her over the edge, but the threat of being sent back to a pack of hellhounds made her own even more powerful. It was a good thing she wasn't a screamer, or the semen in her lungs would've made that incredibly difficult. As it was, her moans were interrupted by wracking coughs.

It wasn't until after she came that she started to feel the pain from where the tiger had clawed and bit her, enough to sting but nothing a couple days' rest couldn't cure it seemed. The cuts weren't the problem though, fucked raw against the sawhorse, she was sure she'd be covered in bruises pretty soon, and that simply wouldn't do if there was more she was going to get out of today. But still, she smiles in a way, baring her fangs as she pants, trying to get her breath and wits back before replying. It takes her a while before she manages to weakly look toward the Calistrian and ask, "Ritual?"
 
"There we go," Kayla croons as you hit your climax. In contrast to her earlier acerbic tone, her voice is gentle now, her hands softly caressing the same skin they were beating only a few moments before. "There you go, toy, go on, let it out. Goddess knows you need it." The tiger continues to shift inside of you slightly, dragging those barbs over you and dragging your orgasm out in the process.

By the time you recover your wits enough to ask, the tiger is gone and the room has shifted somewhat. It takes a moment for you to realize what's changed: the catfolk is on the raised platform, sitting on the couch beside the girl with the harp. The feline's pussy is soaked, and her paw nearly dripping; clearly, she had a good time watching you get violated.

"You don't have to understand," Kayla says, her tone somewhere between reassuring and dismissive. "You just have to stand there and get used as a fucktoy. Light!"

This last tone is in a louder and more authoritative tone, and the response is immediate. All around the room, dim lights come into being, illuminating a room that is far larger -- and far less empty -- than you had realized. At the edges of the room, standing against the wall, are dozens of figures wearing the same design of loose robe you are. Each of them holds a glowing object, all of them with a very clear meaning -- a whip, a collar, a carved phallus, a thin metal rod. The sexual objects cast light in dozens of overlapping colors, filling the room with a chaotic dance of color and shadow that's almost more confusing than simple darkness would be.

Each of the figures wears an identical mask, beautiful androgynous features that reveal nothing of the face behind it. But the robes hang open to show the flesh of men, women, and a handful that don't fit into such neat categories, from half a dozen races or more.

At first you think that's all, but then you see that there are a significant number of bodies within the crowd who are...other. Resembling some strange mix of human and bee, these creatures have skin as pale as marble and generally human proportions, but that's where the resemblance ends. Their legs and forearms fade into glossy black chitin, elegant insectile wings spread from their backs, their faces are dominated by enormous multifaceted eyes, and long stingers descend between their legs.

There's one more feature that these beelike creatures share, though: each and every one of them is a picture of feminine beauty, with ample breasts and what appears to be a fully functional vagina beneath their gauzy, insubstantial robes.

You become acutely aware of this last as one of the bee-creatures flits through the air to land before you, and promptly seizes your head and pulls it into her crotch. Your view is blocked, so the first you became aware of the next is when she lands behind you and begins to delicately insert her stinger into your own cunt.

Elsewhere the masked figures are touching themselves, each other, the bees, all while watching you and your partners avidly. Occasionally one slips forward to run a hand over your flesh, but mostly they seem content to watch.
 
After being used so thoroughly, Emilia was hardly in a position to object or disobey even though a part of her wanted to. Lust and desire won out though, and an innate subservient nature, and so she nodded and didn't question Kayla. The woman had, after a fashion, helped her out. There wasn't really a reason to stop trusting her now.

And the reveal that they were being watched only made the aasimar's aching pussy burn more. Being defiled and used was one thing, but having it be a spectacle made it all the more amazing for her. And though she looked concerned by the toys, she tried not to let it show. Why would they use that sort of thing anyway? They've got to know that it's better for us all if it's---woah, what are they? I've never seen someone like that... she thinks to herself, her curiosity evident as she looks at the bee-people. She hardly has time to contemplate as she's shoved into the first's crotch, however, and obediently goes to work with her tongue, stopping and shaking briefly as the other's stinger pricks her before continuing.
 
The bee creature in front of you buzzes softly, adding an inhuman tone to the chorus of moans and whimpers filling the room. She runs her hands over your hair, her touch gentle, and then grasps your ears firmly. She pulls you into her crotch firmly, letting up just enough that you can breathe before pulling you in again. The buzzing sound she's making reverberates through her body, vibrating your face and tongue as she uses you. She's all but crushing your face into her vagina now, insistently, forcing you to lap at the sweet fluid she's leaking.

The other one, behind you, is no less demanding. Her stinger slides slowly further into you, penetrating you like a huge chitinous cock. She continues pushing in until her hips are pressed tight against yours and that stinger is prodding at your cervix, the tip piercing your flesh and injecting some burning venom. The poison makes your legs go weak, draining the strength from your muscles, but it doesn't feel bad. Rather, the burning sensation spreads through your pussy, a fierce heat that tingles and leaves you clenching involuntarily around her. When the poison reaches your clit the rush of pleasure is so intense it's almost painful.

The bee rubs against you, jostling that stinger around inside you at the same time that she rubs her clit against your back. Then she starts to slide in and out, fucking you with her stinger. One of her hands is running over your back, the remains of your robe sliding over your skin as she does. The other is between the two of you, fingering herself urgently.
 
As what's left of her robes slips away, most of Emilia's body goes limp. The only bit of strength she has left is used to wrap her legs around one of the creatures fucking her and trying to push it deeper inside despite the euphoric pain it was causing her. There was nothing else for her now but to be used, and she said a brief, silent prayer that she could enjoy this state of being little more than a toy forever to any god that might be listening. She is, of course, unable to express her thoughts aloud due to her face being firmly pressed against the other bee-woman's crotch, though the weakness spreading through her makes her work there slow somewhat.
 
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