Monstrous Ranch Ch. 11

"Why you always give in to us, you poor darling!" She smiled sadly as the tendrils totally wrapped around his cock and started to tickle it and his balls. He bucked, helpless in the tiny tendrils.

"Your brain is in your cock," she whispered, leaning close. Her tongue came out, delicately licking along his cheekbone. She kissed him several times, closed mouth, almost more affectionate than sexual. But the things her little finger was doing to him left no doubt within her delightful intentions. "And I'm making your cock feel very good right now. Aren't I, Master?"

"G-good," he whimpered. That rude part of his brain was telling him, begging him to fight back, but how could he fight Mistress? How could he, when his brain was in his throbbing, needy cock, and feeling so good and tingly and tired?

Her eyes sparkled with glee. "That's right. That's why you love me so much: You can't help it! I'm making your cock love me, so your mind loves me, too. And don't worry, Senya..." The tendrils were tickling all over, stimulating every nerve, driving him right into that finger. That tiny, wonderful, teasing finger. "... I love it, too.

"But there's something missing, isn't there?" she cooed. "Something else you want." She put a finger to her lips, and he shook all over as he saw her gently sucking on that finger. "Whatever could it be, my darling peasant boy?"

"I..." His eyes were locked on her lips as she pursed and puckered them, planting little kisses over that finger. He felt her other finger push a little bit on his cock and gasped.

"You remember how good my lips feel, I trust." She smirked, taking one of his hands. "A wine dryad trade secret. Oh, how I would love to share it with you..."

"Mistress, please," he whined.

Her eyebrow arched ever-so-slightly. She held his hand up to her lips, and he felt her hot breath run over his palm. "Please what?" She blinked at him, eyes heavy-lidded. "Please you? Oh, but my darling boy, I am not altogether convinced you could handle it."

He could only whimper beneath the torturous tickling of the vines.

"You see..." She whispered, licking his skin fondly, as though tasting him, "I can tell that my Master is very, very weak for me. She took his hand and kissed it.

His eyes widened, and he let out a loud, tortured moan. His cock throbbed and pulsed as her sensuous, perfect lips sucked and kissed over his palm, stimulating every inch of skin with her sexuality. It was too much,. And yet it was not enough. Fuck, he'd been edging himself all night...

"You see?" she whispered. "Even just a little kiss like this—" She took his thumb in her mouth and gently sucked it for a moment, making his cock tingle simply from the sight alone, "—turns my darling Master into a horny, obedient mess! Imagine if I did this— " She took his pinkie, kissing and lapping over it, making it wet with her spit and covered with lipstick marks, "—to your cock, darling??'

He stared at her, wordless. A minute, "yes," escaped him, barely a breath.

"Oh, why, Master," she enthused, "you'd cum your brains out, wouldn't you?

"C-cum..." It sounded so nice. Her lips felt so wonderful. Her eyes looked so beautiful. He stared up at Miss Scarlet in lost adoration.

"My goodness, Master." She smiled broadly at him. "You are helpless, are you not?" She planted three sweet kisses on his knuckles, causing him to let out heavy breaths. "But do you really want to lose your mind to this?" For emphasis, she let her tongue linger slightly, drawing a wet line of saliva over his finger as she pulled away.

He didn't even think. He pretty much couldn't think. "Yes yes yes yes!"

"Hm." She cocked her head. "You know, darling, I don't think you want to be Master, do you?" She leaned in close, lips parted, eyes boring into his. "A true Master would fight," she breathed. "But you just... give in. Don't you?"

Her lips were so close to his own. Senya was thrashing, but ticklish little vines—the same that were tormenting his needy cock—held his arms and legs back. "Yes!" he cried, his mind plummeting fully into those eyes.

"I think you would rather be known by a different name," she whispered. Her soft, clicking voice send chills down his spine. "'Pet', I think. Do you like that, Pet?"

Senya's eyes were wide, lost in hers. Once again, he dimly realized, he was claimed. He knew he really needed to fight this, but... "Y-yes."

And she kissed him.

Fireworks went off in Senya's mind as her lips touched his, wet, full, plush and pillowy. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and tenderly wrapped around his own. Her fingers entwined—literally—into his hair, holding his face still for the kiss. But her lips.

Senya couldn't have described the sensations passing through him right now even had he been fully lucid and sober. When her lips touched his, it was like an orgasm in its own right. His cock pulsed and twitched against her finger as she kissed him, moaning, devouring him whole. He could only moan and whimper back, rejoicing in her touch.

Time seemed to bleed into sounds and sensations—strokes, tickles, kisses, moans, whimpers, and those wonderful wet sounds. Nothing else mattered. Nothing saved the violet.

When she finally broke away with a faint smacking sound, she was grinning. Her eyes flitted downwards toward his captive member. "Why, Pet!" she exclaimed. "You should have told me you needed this so badly!"

"S-sorry, Mistress," he wheezed.

She descended towards his cock, eyes on his all the while. She took a moment to savor her prize, breathing it in, smelling his arousal. "When I put my lips on your cock," she cooed, "I am going to kiss all your cares away! I will suck your mind away from you, and I will take very good care of it, okay, Pet?" Her eyes glimmered. "It is very important to me that this is what you want."

"I... I..." Every rational bone in Senya's body rebelled against this, but he didn't seem to have many of those left.

She slowly licked her lips. "You want me to fuck your brains out, Pet?"

"I..."

"Let me kiss it all goodbye," she whispered, her voice soft and melodic, almost like a lullaby. "Let me kiss you into a nice, pliant, obedient stupor, Pet. Let me kiss you to sleeeep."

The way she said that word sent crackles all over his body. He was physically shaking. "I... I..."

Somehow, he tore his gaze away from Mistress and looked over at Kitten, who was still by the table. The catgirl was rubbing that warm red bottle against her sex and whimpering needily. Her eyes were glowing orange, blazing with mindless lust. Mistress had done that to her. Made her pliant. Obedient. She would do it to him, too. Make him a pet. Brainless. Lost.

Poor Valina.

"My darling Pet," Miss Scarlet whispered, and he felt her fingers crawling up his thighs, tickling his sensitive skin, "let me help you. You see, the fifth rule of etiquette is that Mistress is always right, and when Mistress offers to suck your cock, you say yes." She smirked. "When Mistress says anything, you say yes."

His eyes lingered on Kitten, the catgirl sweaty, panting, letting out little mews. The sprite inside wasn't dancing anymore; she was rubbing herself up against the glass closest to Kitten's sex, visibly moaning and masturbating behind the rosy glass.

"Yes, Mistress," he said automatically.

A second later, he registered what he'd said, but by then it was too late.

As Kitten's mews started to get louder and louder, Senya felt Miss Scarlet's lips delicately settle over the very tip of his cock, the tiniest of kisses.

He screamed.

The pleasure surging through him, tingly and toxic, was indescribable. The second kiss was even worse. The third practically made him pass out. And the fourth...

On the fourth kiss, Miss Scarlet's lips slid down his head, her tongue lathering over his sensitive shaft, and she began to suck. Senya struggled to buck, but his body was almost totally constrained. He had nothing. Soon he would have even less.

Miss Scarlet was moaning in delight even as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. Senya shuddered and shook and cried out, held at the agonizing brink by Miss Scarlet's mighty will alone as her lips devoured him. He was going to cum. He was going to cum his brains out. And then she would have him take Valina, because she would have to do what he said, and she would make Valina just as empty, and they would... would...

Miss Scarlet wrapped both hands around his cock and began to stroke its base as she hungrily lapped and sucked at his shaft head. Senya's mind was reeling beneath the kisses and licks. It was an overwhelming assault.

But, he realized, his hands were free. She wasn't concentrating on binding him anymore. At last, the rude voice had a platform, an outlet, a cause! He could... he could...

He tried to reach towards Miss Scarlet, to shove her off, but his hands fell short. He lunged with all his might, but for some reason, he just couldn't quite reach. Or couldn't force himself to reach. It just felt so... so rude. And she was being so nice to him!

She's brainwashing you! screamed that small voice in Senya's head. But it was still a very small voice. It knew enough now to fear these women of the Ranch, but even in its dying throes, there was only so much it could do. He smiled dimly at Miss Scarlet. She smiled back at him, waggling her eyebrows, and planted another kiss on his head. She was kissing away his cares, his worries, his... his mind.

But it felt so nice to be kissed by her.

He stared down at her, pulled together all his remaining will, and reached down again. This time, he made it, but all he found he was doing was reaching out and stroking her hair, caressing her cheek. He stared at Miss Scarlet with pure love. She stared at him with something similar. He smiled. She smiled.

Her eyes closed and she gave another satisfied moan. She was going deeper and deeper with every suckle, every bob of her head. Every suck was more excruciatingly perfect..

The voice was getting fainter and fainter, but still it screamed, having lost almost everything save its own indignation at extermination. He rubbed his neck. What a nuisance of a...

He stopped.

What was that around his neck?

The pleasure was building and building. He would cum when Miss Scarlet came—it was only polite—but by the sounds of her moans, that couldn't be long now. Kitten's mews were getting higher- and higher-pitched, too.

He procured a small whistle connected to a length of twine.

It was made of a pale wood, and carved with numerous designs of flowers and whirlpools. Pine, he guessed, reflexively applying his expertise to the thing. It was pretty good craftsmanship, too, except for a single drop of amber that was installed in the tone hole. That was odd. It made the whistle useless.

He looked around, about to question it, and saw Kitten once more. The catgirl was bent over on the table, whimpering as she thrust the tip of the bottle in and out of her cunt. As smooth and warm as the bottle had felt, that couldn't be entirely comfortable. The sprite was cackling as she enjoyed the view and masturbated.

It occurred to him that Miss Scarlet had told Kitten to do whatever the sprite told her to do. Miss Scarlet had forced Valina to this latest humiliation. Would she really brainwash her fellow fey? Or was it just another cruel fey game—something permanent for Senya, but only temporary for Valina?

And did it matter?

He looked down at her, and realized that his Mistress was getting very, very close. Her eyes were open again, but half-lidded, and there was a dreamy quality in them that spoke of purest impending bliss. She was about to climax.

Dimly aware of what he was doing, drowning in distilled pleasure, Senya blew on the strange whistle.

No sound came out. None whatsoever.

And then Mistress began to scream. The dryad went berserk. She bucked her ass up and down, gyrating her whole body as she sucked hungrily on him, moaning and screaming into his member with a mindless joy. Her eyes blazed into him with violet fire, burning his thoughts clear, readying him for one final spark before she became the only light he had left. And he, the empty husk for her pleasure.

For his pleasure. Because he suddenly knew that having his mind sucked out of him would feel so, so good.

And as her lips touched the base of his cock, pausing to savor his whole length, he climaxed.

But his final thought before absolute bliss consumed his mind was: Is that barking I hear?

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