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The Last One Left - Part 3: Empress
Chapter 1: Front Row Seat
From that point on, the whole night was pure torture. Not because of anything Asha did to The Kid, chained up as he was to the side of the bedroom wall. It was the stuff she didn't do. His six-hour boner ended up more like a ten or eleven-hour rager before he was finally allowed to release it. He didn't think he could get more turned on than he already was when Fae had followed her orders and taken him into the soft cavern of her lips and tongue, but he was wrong, and Asha was determined to make sure he realized it.
He noticed that Fae enjoyed her orders to chain him up. She smiled the whole time and she even gave him a quick little kiss on the cheek when she was done.
Asha noticed it too and when Fae returned to the middle of the room, Asha grabbed her face by the cheeks with one hand.
"You're in enough trouble thanks to him." She said as she pulled her petite slave closer. "Don't make it worse."
"Sorry." Fae said through pursed lips.
Asha let go of her face and lifted her by the hips. She tossed her onto the bed with such ease it was hard to believe Fae weighed anything at all.
Fae gasped as she hit the bead. A high breathy noise that stirred him as she landed on her back, her legs already spread open. He could see from here that her lower lips were glistening.
Asha walked up to The Kid. His arms were held high above his head, the two or three links in each chain only let him move his arms around a little bit. Completely naked he felt so exposed to her as she loomed over him.
"Get comfortable." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest and pulled the loose t-shirt up over her head.
Two mammoth breasts sprang from beneath the cotton shirt. Despite their size they held firm against her muscled frame. His eyes were inches from two great big nipples, hard and dark pink.. Below her tits ran an incredible rack of abs that almost looked like beaten copper in the ruddy orange glow of the room's light.
She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it between her massive tits. They were warm and soft. He almost lost himself in them like they were a pair of plump fleshy cave walls. Her other hand found his cock and she gripped it like a vice. It made him moan, almost shriek, involuntarily. She laughed and he heard it rumble from deep in her chest.
"You enjoy this while it lasts, kid. Savor it."
The feeling was unbelievable. He was being man-handled by this giant. She smelled rich and peppery, like she wore men's cologne instead of perfume. It worked for him. He didn't know how or why but it worked. Made everything about her so much more exciting.
She didn't stroke his cock, she yanked it, like she was trying to pull it off. It made for a pleasure sensation that was almost too much at once. Verging on the point of being painful, but riding that balance that made it feel all the more sweet.
He rolled his head around and around, feeling flesh covering his face, his ears, the sides of his neck. Smooth but firm, with hard muscles pressed against his body. He was almost suffocating, but he knew he wanted to stay there forever. Before, the idea of being played around with like a toy had pissed him off, now he couldn't even remember why. He thought he'd happily be Asha's slave forever if it meant he got to live like this every day.
Tugging and tugging, like she was milking him. That coffin of flesh, pressing against every part of him, lost in it, her firm hand on the back of his head, gripping the hair and pulling his face deeper between the cleft of her tits, her fist hitting his pelvis as it jerked back and forth...
Then she let go.
No. A voice in his head shrieked. Nooo, not now.
"Uhh-hh, fuck." Was all his lips could manage as her body pulled away. Before him, Asha smirked, pleased with herself and the desperate look of her newest slave.
"Enjoy the show, big-man." She said as she turned toward the bed. He looked up and saw that Fae had been watching, her head to the side as she lay on her back, fingers tracing the wet lips between her legs.
He watched her ass as she walked to the bed.. The back of her thong was barely wide enough to be called a strap, most of it was lost somewhere between those twin bronze cheeks.
She reached the bed and climbed onto it. It was set on some kind of slab foundation, but the mattress was high and soft and it sagged visibly wherever she put her weight on it.
She grabbed Fae by her skinny pale legs at the thighs and dragged her closer, Fae gasped at the force of it, and then Asha leaned over her and the two started to kiss passionately.
"Oh my god." The Kid said aloud. All he could do was watch. His aching groin pulsed and throbbed over and over again. He pulled against the chains, stupidly thinking trying reach the interlocked beauties. To touch them, to get in between their embrace somehow, but the chain links just rattled and held solid against all of his strength.
Asha's great hands explored every inch of Fae's body, while Fae's slender arms wrapped around Asha's neck. Every now and then Asha's hands would reach a sensitive spot or grasp one of Fae's tits or ass cheeks with gorilla strength and it would force Fae to stop kissing her master to cry out in joyful pain. Asha let her, then when she was done she'd press her face back down and explore the corners of Fae's little mouth with her huge tongue.
Asha reached between her muscular thighs and rubbed herself over the fabric of the thong and pretty soon she was dripping wet herself.
When Asha wanted it, and not a second before, she straightened up and leaned back, taking Fae's slave chain in one fist as she did it.
She lay back and turned her head to look at The Kid, her wild hair falling off of one tan shoulder as she did it.
'Enjoying the show?' Her look seemed to say. The Kid was in hell, a delicious hell. Seeing them go at it with him so mercilessly was as excruciating as it was exciting. It didn't help that Fae was looking at him now too. Her face was flushed and her mouth was open. She looked like she wanted him to fill her mouth with his cock again.
His eyes met Asha's and she looked away.
She pulled on the chain, hard. Their legs crossed over each other and their crotches all but collided with a force that sent a jolt up Fae. Asha grunted.
She looked almost angry as she jerked Fae's whole body into hers again and again. The Kid had watched Delta and Amanda scissor each other a handful of times, but this was far cry from the gentle rolling and rubbing that those two (and himself, the voyeur) had enjoyed. This was violent. It almost looked like Asha was fucking Fae, like she had a cock. Fae wailed over and over again, each time her crotch slammed against her master's it sent a quiver up her whole body and pretty soon the wailing became one extended groan, begging for more.
He loved Faes moaning little begs but it was Asha's grunting that took the cake. It took The Kid a second but he realized she was grunting the words 'Yeah, yeah, yeah' over and over again.
She pulled Fae into her one final time, hard, and held her there. Now she was grinding, like her cunt was a pestle grinding in Fae's mortar.
Fae screamed and turned her upper half away. She grabbed the bedsheets like a drowning man grabs dry land. She buried her face in the bedding and it muffled the sound of her screams as they twisted up an octave and another octave after that.
Asha wasn't having it. She grabbed Fae by that, already messy, half swoop of bright green hair and pulled her upright. Her other hand held Fae by the waist. She could almost wrap that one hand around her slave's whole body.
Fae straddled Ash, whimpering. She rode her master like she was riding a mechanical bull, up and down and bouncing. Their pussies grinding together. Asha almost controlled her slave like a joystick. She was pulling and pushing her off with one hand while holding her head back by the hair. Fae was nothing in Asha's arms.
Fae, with her back arched, both hands on Asha's upright knee, and head pulled back, gave out full throated screams over and over again.
Asha was grunting harder and harder. Every now and then she would mutter something about fae being a 'good girl' or a 'nice little slut'. Fae's white perky tits were bouncing, those little strawberry nips jiggling hypnotically. The chains and links of the harness clinked with each bounce between the deafening sounds they were both making.
Asha shook her head and let her carrot-coloured hair cascade off her body and onto the bed.
He could see her thigh and back muscles twitching as she pushed her cunt up into Fae's. Her own tits were swinging back and forth, they looked ripe and they had started to glisten. The Kid wanted nothing more than to get lost in them forever.
Asha's face was twisted in a grimace. She looked mad, like she was really punishing Fae, but something in the way her brow creased betrayed just how much pleasure she was feeling. At one point she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and bit her bottom lip. The Kid was certain that he was going to come without so much as a touch that very moment, but he managed to hold it back.
He wanted Asha more than anything, and as hot as the fire burning within him was, he was determined to hold it all back, through whatever games she played. He wanted to wait until he felt the slip of her pussy over the head of his cock and those iron thighs flexing against his own, her heavy pelvis smashing his like a piston.
Fae was the first to come. She announced its arrival.
"I'm coming...I'm coming... I'm..." With rising inflection. When she did, she suddenly looked possessed. A burst of pleasure seemed to run through her and made her shake all over like a lightning rod that just took a bolt. She wrapped both arms around Asha's leg and practically sobbed. She clung to it the way you cling to a tree when you look down and see how high you've climbed. Asha didn't seem to notice, she kept going despite Fae's flailing. She kept on using her toy as Fae came again and again. After a while she would whisper.
"No, I can't again. I can't..." And then she would come again anyway.
It felt like a lifetime until Asha herself finally finished. He knew she did because her body shook too. Those massive nipples started quivering on the ends of her melon shaped tits. She let out a low groan that sounded like she was in pain. She sent up one final heavy push against Fae's cunt, which in turn sent her off into a wail and another convulsive orgasm, then Asha let out a gasp of air and went limp against the bed. Her mighty arms and one upright leg sank down. She gleamed, head to toe in sweat now. Fae fell with her leg, she was still hugging it with both arms, and she lay there, muttering and moaning to herself, much like Marta had done a moment ago. Fae's swoop of hair was limp with sweat and tangled from where Asha had gripped it like a rope.
