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Breakfast With The Bene Gesserit

Breakfast With The Bene Gesserit

by inwellington
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Dear readers, I'm excited to hear your thoughts on this one. Heavy Femdom scene ahead.

Paul woke up sweating. The dreams he was having weren't exactly bad, every night he saw a hot Arrakeen girl in a desert, he was growing sick of this sense of longing. Part of him hoped that he'd find her on Arrakis, maybe she was one of the palace staff. From what he'd heard there was nothing of interest on that planet. His father would have to make a hell of a lot of spice money to make this worth it.

Paul swung his legs out of bed, he'd already overslept, normal for a 20 year old. He wandered barefoot to the breakfast table. His step-mother imperiously picked at a piece of toast, she was tall and elegant, with an angular face that contrasted with her curves. She had an almost cruel kind of beauty.

"Making the most of your morning I see."

The way this woman treated him you'd think they weren't family. The giant stick up her ass didn't help. Paul would have much preferred his training to be at the hands of another.

"Leave me alone, I've been busy."

Paul started buttering a slice of bread.

"There's someone to see you this morning, the head of my order, please... co-operate with her."

Jessica's blue eyes bore into his. Paul gave her a dirty look, would it have been that hard to give him an hour's notice? What was wrong with his bloody family?

The veiled Reverend Mother drifted into the room through the open doors, almost like she was on wheels.

"This is my teacher Paul; Mother Gaius."

"I have waited to meet you for some time."

Her voice was not a croak like Paul was expecting, instead it had a musical lilt. Paul stood up and bowed. They both sat down.

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"Paul, command me to hand you this glass" she whispered.

She gestured to the glassware. Paul looked at her resentfully and considered playing along, no, fuck that, I can't be on duty every second of the day he thought.

"No, I'm having breakfast"

Jessica's mouth formed a small 'o' in shock. Gaius's lips curled.

"Fine" she chirped.

The Reverend Mother mounted the table, Paul stopped reaching for his bread. The witch lifted her veil, revealing lush lips and a heart-shaped face. She locked eyes with Paul, and slowly lifted her robe, her pink cunt lips were 2 feet from Paul's agape mouth. She picked up a large glass and with a look of effort started to piss.

Paul's hands braced against the table.

"What the fuck"

The glass filled quickly with clear piss. Rev picked up Paul's napkin off the table and wiped her snatch. Paul felt self-disgust, his cock stiffened under the table as the napkin fluttered down. She lowered her skirts.

"I'm going to test your resilience to the voice, DRINK"

The word felt like silk rubbing against the inside and outside of his skull. Paul grasped the glass with a placid smile, internally he was straining against this violation of his will. His trembling hand raised the glass to his mouth and he swallowed repeatedly, only when it was empty did he regain control of his body, he gasped, the aftertaste was aggressive.

"How could you" he said weakly.

"I had to test you in a non-deadly way, but still... motivate you sufficiently," she said in a sickly sweet voice.

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He could still taste it with every breath.

"You sick bitch"

The Mother Superior towered over him while standing up straight on the table

"CUM" she said using the voice.

He tried to resist, to put into practice what Jessica had taught him, attuning to the power. It had no avail, he was a mess of emotions; disgusted, aroused, ashamed. Paul's crotch spasmed as ropes of semen splattered against the inside of his trousers. It felt like a small slimy string of marbles was forcing itself out of his cock slit.

He grasped his rod with both hands like he'd been struck, as though to halt the sensation. His stepmother licked her lips unconsciously.

Rev dismounted, walking past him tracing a hand on his shoulder. Paul shrank in his chair.

"See you in the morning"

"What!"

"We have to try again of course"

Paul hung his head until Mother Superior was gone, he slowly looked up at Jessica across the table. She ground her bare foot into his crotch in response, his now limp dick being uncomfortably crushed against his thigh. He gasped and yelped.

"This was avoidable" Jessica spat.

She stalked around the table to him. She glanced down at his stained crotch with amusement. Under her gaze, he reached for a glass of water in hopes of cleaning his mouth out. Jessica saw his intentions and gently batted the last glass over. She strode out of the room, her smile unseen.

Paul looked at his discarded breakfast. He pondered those words 'I'll see you in the morning'. By the emperor he needed to work on his resistance. He slowly rose and shuffled back to his room.

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