Orgylandia Chapter 11

"Is that it?" Princess Raine asked, scowling at Sam as she got eaten out.

Sam shuddered into the royal pussy, freezing. She slowly looked up, finding irritation and annoyance staring down at her. Raine sat on the edge of her bed, her ass inches from falling off. She had her legs out wide, holding her ankles up in the air for ease of use. Sam was below her, on her knees, her face in the woman's crotch.

"Is what it?"

"Is that all you can do? Because at this point, I think you may be defective."

Sam sucked in a breath, her eyes trailing down to the princess' succulent, sweet pussy. "No--" her voice hitched. "I can do more..."

Raine let go of one of her ankles and lowered her heel into the shoulder of the girl. She hooked her, pulling her into her wetness. "See to it then. Oh, and Sam?" The liaison looked up. "You better work for it, my royal pussy can get whoever I want to lick it."

"Y-y-yes my lady! My peasant tongue w-w-will--"

"Enough talking, peasant whore. Fucking eat me!"

Sam threw all her reservations away and slammed into Raine's crotch. Her tongue burred in deep, and her lips engulfed her quaking clit. She slobbered and rolled her tongue, scrapping all of Ben's cum from within. She could taste him; she could taste her.

"Better," Raine mumbled, her head laid back and her eyes closed. "Use a finger too."

Sam did as told. She inserted her middle finger, curling it to scrape her slick walls. She hunted with her finger and tongue, feeling, listening, and longing for a clue. But no--the princess was a stone wall, not so much as a moan escaping her lips.

Sam grunted as her heart fell. She could do this, she had to. She inserted another finger, slowly rising to her feet. She hunched over the princess' pussy, her lips never unsealing from her clit, but gaining leverage. She pistoned her fingers in, each drawing wetness with every thrust. She slurped it up, tickling the woman's clit.

Then, Raine shifted.

It wasn't much, just a slight angle adjustment to push one side of her pussy to the forefront. But Sam knew and attacked. All her focus went to that side: she devoured and sucked with her lips and tongue; she bent her arm until her fingers could scrape her inner walls correctly. Raine stifled a moan.

"I'm I doing good, my lady?" Sam begged, never stopping her fingers. "Please tell me if I'm doing good!"

Raine's eyes spun in their sockets, but she had to focus. She sat up onto her elbows, opening them slowly while reinforcing her bitchy mask. "You think a peasant whore like you deserves my praise? For what? You've done nothing for me yet."

Sam's eyes trailed down, but Raine wasn't finished. "Now get the fucking lame tongue of yours back inside my princess pussy or I'll have you arrested and force you into a sex-execution."

Sam gasped and shover her way back in. She went for that same spot, attacking without recourse. In no time at all, she heard the princess stifle another man. She looked up, finding Raine's cold, mean eyes.

"That's one," Raine then said.

"One what, my lady?"

"The number of times I would have cum if a noble was eating my pussy right now."

Sam felt her own pussy suddenly drench. Now more than ever, she had to prove herself. She would show the princess just who she was--a peasant and proud of it!

A few moments later, Raine said, "Two."

Sam grunted and furiously fingerfucked her princess. Faster and faster, she gave that one spot all her focus. Her lips were glued to her clit, her tongue rolling through her pussy flaps. Her fingers were deep, stretched firmly and--

"Three!" Raine sang, her voice an octave higher. She writhed on the silken sheets, Sam moving with her every step of the way. Moans were coming quick now, hot, heavy moans. The princess shuddered, her fingers clinching the sheet and whitening. She had let go of her ankles, and now they rested tiredly on Sam's shoulders. If she squeezed her thighs, she would've crushed the girl's head.

Sam didn't mind, in fact she would have loved it. Luckily, the next few words from Raine's mouth were equally as lovely.

"Slap my pussy you peasant whore!"

Sam lurched back and did as told. She slapped her stiff fingers into Raine's puffy, wet, sensitive pussy, snapping her clip and flaps. The moan that escaped Raine's lips was nothing short of divine. Her hands went straight to guard her crotch, but Sam shoved her away and kept slapping. Again and again, she beat into the princess, each one sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure. Raine thrashed and groaned, her legs locked around Sam.

"Four! FIVE!" the princess screamed.

Sam ignored her and threw her lips back onto her engorged clit. She was so wet; she was so goddamn wet! She added another finger, stretching--

Wetness launched from Raine's pussy, spraying Sam hard in the face. But Sam was no virgin, she had made partners squirt before. She didn't let up, instead she kept on the royal sweetness, her tongue wildly licking and her fingers savagely thrusting.

Raine devolved into a mess of perfect skin, royal aura, and bumbling whore. She mumbled stuff under her breath--when she wasn't screaming out her moans--and trashed. She had cum hard countless times before, but something about this was different. Was it Ben's time with her moments earlier? Or was it that she loved the bitchy princess persona just as much as her actual soft, vulnerable Raine personality?

Raine didn't know, but she did what she needed to do now. She reached out, cupping Sam's wet face. "That was an orgasm deserving of a royal. Who would've thought a peasant girl could do such a wonderous thing?"

Sam's smile went from tight and narrow to boisterous and full of teeth. She didn't care if it was improper or not, and shot up, crawling over Raine and kissing her. It only lasted a moment, because Sam needed to ask something. "Did I do a good job?"

Raine thought her question was redundant but indulged anyway. "Yes. A very good job." Sam preened like a songbird. "But now it's my turn. Straddle me, I want to show you what a royal tongue can do."

Sam didn't have to be told twice. She planted her wet pussy onto Raine's lips, grinding. Raine's tongue cut through her bottom lips like it was meant to be there. In moments, a loving burning tingled through her legs. She stretched into wide splits using a few pillows to keep her up.

"Deeper!" she cooed.

Raine leaned away and playfully said, "You dare tell you princess what to do, peasant?"

Sam gasped, but something devilish overcame her. She had already been praised, and now she should earn a reward, right? "Deeper whore!" she snapped, forcing her pussy down hard. Raine jolted, glared, but eventually conceded.

"Yeah, you like eating my peasant snatch, huh?" Sam asked, grinding harder. "Do I taste good, whore?"

Raine grumbled affirmative replies.

"Such a good pussy licker," Sam continued. "Our little goddess--the pussy licker. Wonder how many pussies you've had to lick to get as good as you are."

"A million," Raine said, taking a breath.

"A million, huh? Well, I bet you've never had pussy as sweet as mine."

Raine moaned. "Maybe."

Sam leaned forward, grabbing the princess' tits and squeezing her nipples. "Oh, I'm going to cum soon! Keep fucking licking me!" She fell even further forward, her face landing between Raine's legs. Raine didn't miss the opportunity and pounced. In seconds, Sam was face first into the sheets, Raine now sitting up right.

The princess wrapped her arms around Sam's back and waist, keeping her ass in the air and in live with Raine's face. She then pushed her head in, licking up and down like an ice cream cone. Clit to pussy to asshole and bac. She loved Sam's taste and moans and teased the peasant with a swirling thumb.

Sam's breathing hitched, and her legs squeezed. She fell, unable to carry her own weight. Luckily Raine was there to catch her, and exactly like Sam had done a moment before, kept fucking eating her while she orgasmed. The pleasure stretched, and the world closed away. Sam felt complete, she felt whole. After going to the royal orgies, her fantasy of proving herself to the princess was finally fulfilled. She could die happy as far as she cared.

Raine eventually let the girl go, gently rubbing her thigh as she breathed lightly. Sam could hardly open her eyes; she was out of commission for the moment. Raine looked around the room, finding the servant, Syrn first. She didn't dare make eye contact with him, not when ignoring him got him going.

Syrn sat in the corner on a chair, watching. He shifted uncomfortably, having watched Sam and Raine fuck. He was fully clothed and despite to stroke himself. But he didn't, under his harem leader's orders. No, Syrn couldn't so much as touch himself until he had permission.

Raine smirked to herself. Maybe she was a bit of a bitch after all.

She looked to the other side of the room, finding the man who started this all--Ben. He was fucking Dawn from behind in doggy, smacking her giggling ass with force. Her cheeks were bright red, a sight Raine had seen countless times before.

Dawn was a masochist, albeit a rather sheltered one. Her main partner, Princess Raine, didn't get pleasure from giving pain to others, so she often didn't give Dawn what she wanted. It was sad, but Dawn never complained.

She was a taller girl with enough meat on her bones to fill men's clothes. Her hair was cut short, and she didn't mind getting dirty. Some might call her a tomboy, but Raine knew better. Dawn was a woman who served a princess, she had to be hard to stop all the fuckboys who dared tried to get at her lady's pussy.

Dawn licked Raine's pussy than anyone in the kingdom and served the bitch day and night. They were best friends, but Dawn always longed for a nice, good dicking--the rougher the better. Some woman liked creating magical cocks for themselves, not Raine. She could never give her best friend what she was getting from Ben right now.

And if Raine and Ben's date went well, she might suggest to Dawn to get a date herself... it would make her happy. Very happy.

Raine leaned back and spread her pussy with her long, slender fingers. She watched her steward ger plowed from behind, the smile on the woman's face brighter than the sun. Slap after slap, Ben spanked her hard. Her ass was bruised and beaten, her skin rough and raw. But she fucked him back just as hard, clapping her ass into his pelvis while her free hand fervently rubbed her own clit.

Dawn had rubbed Raine's clit in a similar fashion before, and each time she was left in pain. But when Dawn rubbed herself like that? She came like a geyser.

Raine and Ben made eye contact from across the room, and she nodded to a waiting cabinet nearby--Dawn's cabinet of curiosities. Ben studied the box for a moment before smashing his cock hard into her one last time. He pulled out, much to Dawn's dissatisfaction, and headed for the cabinet.

Dawn froze when he opened it. Toys of all kinds, each fitting the masochistic lifestyle, sat waiting and unused. Few people opened the cabinet beside her, and few had so much as touched what was inside. There were whips and collars, ropes, locks and keys, dildos, paddles, buttplugs, sensory toys like pinwheels and feathers, cuffs, nipple clamps, and much, much more.

Ben studied the items before selecting two to start with. He held them behind his back, stepping over to Dawn. He asked her a question and made sure everything within the cabinet was fair game. Raine didn't need to hear the answer to know what Dawn said--yes, gladly.

The first of the two toys was presented: a simple blindfold. Dawn shuddered as he put it on her, her body melting from the excitement. Then the enchantment activated, stunning Ben but causing Dawn to flinch. He didn't know it was enchanted, but quickly recovered, smirking.

The device was simple. It removed her sight and hearing and played "phantom" sounds and touches. Blindfolds normally removed just sight, heightening other senses like touch and feel. But now she didn't know what was real and was completely at Ben's mercy.

Dawn lay on her knees and arms, her ass high in the air. But Ben didn't go for her ass, instead he went for her mouth. He gently raised her up by the chin, moving her into a frog position. She moved hesitantly, unsure if he was touching her or just one more of the many phantom tingles.

Ben touched her lips lightly, sending goosebumps up her arms and thighs. She moaned sweetly, opening her mouth. He then put the second toy into her mouth: a dildo gag. He strapped it around her head, filling her throat to the brim. And once again, the enchantment activated.

This toy had a bit more of a subtler enchantment, but Raine remembered a time when a partner shoved a similar gag into her mouth. She hated it back then but was excited to see her friend deal with it. She rubbed her clit slowly, continuing to watch the show.

In moments, the enchantment slowed Dawn's breathing, limiting it. The enchantment of breath play made the recipient forced to breath in certain ways, switching between several presets. The first Dawn encountered was rebreathing, like when two partners breathed into each other's mouths, lowering the oxygen with every breath. The toy was very safe, and had safeguards if the recipient failed to meet hard wired safety checks.

Ben watched her for a moment before stealing a glance back at Raine. She vehemently nodded to continue. Ben shrugged and ran his hand across Dawn's thigh, causing her to flinch. He slowly walked around her, rubbing her bright red ass. He grazed her sopping pussy with a knuckle, before forcefully shoving his whole cock inside.

Dawn's muffled moans breached the gag, lighting up the room with harm, loving, sounds. She fucked Ben back, her ass slamming into his dick. Ben resumed his spanking and let the woman work for a few minutes. He hooked his finger in her ass, with no lube, painfully digging deep. Her moans filled with shock before returning more powerful.

The dildo gag's breathing pattern switched, and her moans suddenly cut off. She felt as if a belt was wrapped around her neck. It slowly tightened until his head began to spin. Then the belt fully loosened, allowing her a full breath of air--despite the toy in her mouth. The belt tightened a moment later, and the pattern continued.

Ben leaned into her ear and whispered something. The enchanted blindfold understood his question and allowed his words to pass its magical phantom unharmed. The question reached Dawn's ears, and she went still. Then, slowly, she nodded. Her ass was safe to tear apart.

Ben removed himself from her pussy, whipped off her juices. He then lined his cock up with her ass and rammed it in. Painal was something Ben had fantasized about, actually. He didn't watch porn all the time back on Earth, but he did like when a star got a massive cock in her ass. Something about the dirtiness of doing it so suddenly got him going.

But now, that fantasy was a reality. Ben slammed into her, her ass stretching to fit his member whole. But it did, and greedily. The enchanted gag switched patterns again and her breathing became instantly shallow. She fought for a breath, unable to get a foothold. She squirmed from the pleaser and panic, doubling the racing thoughts in her mind.

Fear and pleasure clashed, and the world fell away to Dawn. Blinded and unable to hear, she twitched at the pinpricks tapping her body and the whispers in her ears. Her breathing was forcibly adjusted, each like an extra handful of kindling to the fire in her crotch. Her ass hurt like a motherfucker, but also felt amazing.

She then activated the hellfire anal vibration enchantment her lady bought her for her birthday a few years ago. Instantly her legs went out and she fell off the couch, onto the hard, cold floor. Ben adjusted quickly, slapping away and pushing her into the hardness. He angled himself a bit, stepping over her with one foot and planting his heel on the back of her head. He kept her down, the way she contorted no doubt painful.

And yet, the thought of standing up, to end things, never crossed her mind. This was where she belonged, under the heel of someone who could punish her properly. She came, but with a whimper and moan, but with countless years of repressed fantasies getting pushed away by her lady's own desires and needs.

Maybe Dawn was being selfish, maybe her slowly growing irritation for her best friend was immature. But the fact remained that she was the princess' steward, the woman's who sole purpose it was to keep the princess up to task and competently fucked. Dawn had been there for most of Raine's hardest, most pleasurable orgasms. And yet, Dawn had never been repaid. Raine has brought her to an orgasm before, of course she has, but never pushed her over the invisible line of what she truly wanted.

Ben just did, and all of Dawn's negative feelings toward her best friend halted. They drained away just like how her squirt drained off the couch, feeding her pleasure and filling her heart with guilt. Ben gently removed the gag, spit and mucous stringing from the rubber toy's tip. Dawn rubbed her lips and mouth, the pair stretched and raw. He then removed the blindfold, returning her to the land of color and sound.

Her eyes were red, and tear filled. Her face was puffy and soft. Her body shook with throes of pleasure, but she climbed to her feet and trudged to her best friend. Raine sat up on her approach, having been fingering herself.

"Are you okay?" she asked, no, demaned of her steward.

Dawn limply nodded, warpping her in a wet, sticky hug. "I'm so sorry," she cried, her legs quivering.

"Sorry for what?" Raine asked.

"For being mad at you."

"You were mad at me?"

Dawn slobbered into her chest, nodding. "I've always wanted to cum like that and started to resent you for not giving it to me."

Raine quirked an eyebrow before growing tender. She adjusted the hug, feeling her way to the girl's nipples. She idly rubbed them, helping the pleasure flow through her body. "Sorry," she said. "I didn't how much it was getting to you."

Dawn just breathed.

"Buuuut..." Raine hesitated to say it, but she had to. "I really enjoyed watching you cum like that. I think I may get your kink now. Well, at least from the role of the person who has to give it to you."

Dawn froze. "Then you mean--"

Raine tweaked her nipple, shooting pain through her tit. "That I might be open to causing you pain? Yes. It was hot as hell."

"Right now?" she asked, her voice shaking far more than a second ago.

The princess found Ben watching a few steps away, his raging cock on full display. "Well, Ben's yet to be satisfied. What if he fucks you and I help?"

Dawn nodded and hoisted her ass up. She didn't look at him, instead her eyes were focused on Raine. Ben rammed his cock in, hard. She lurched into the princess, knocking her over.

"Slap me," Dawn pleaded, "slap me! I should never have knocked you over! I need to be punished by you."

Raine hesitated. "Are you a punishment slut or a pain slut?"

"Pain!" she snapped. "I'm just trying to help you along."

"Help me into giving you pain?"

Dawn nodded, imagining her most depraved fantasies about her best friend. "Please just hurt me. I can take it. Please? Hard? Please?"

SLAP

The hit echoed through the room's high ceiling. "YESSS!" Dawn screamed, her pussy clamping down on Ben's dick. "Again! DO IT AGAIN!"

He moaned. "She got seriously tight, Raine. Just do it, she loves it."

Raine looked between them before raising her hand back. It flew forward, striking Dawn across the cheek and snapping her head to the side. A red, five-finger star pulsed with the rapid beat of her heart. Dawn shuddered, working her jaw through the pain for a moment before staring down her friend.