The Creators Ch. 11

"Look at me, Dog," I hissed in her pointed ear, and delivered a shock to the apex of her thighs. Julia's eyes flashed open, her hands turned to claws, her back turned to an arch, and she bellowed her agony to the sky. I waited until those wide quivering eyes stared at me, then I released the trigger. "Good girl!" I grinned. "Now, speak!"

"What?"

"Words are for people, Dog," I growled, pushing the prod high between her legs. "When I say 'speak,' you say..."

"...woof-woof," Julia muttered, eyes fixed on my trigger-finger, bottom lip trembling.

"Good girl," I smiled, and pulled the prod away, much to the disappointment of the crowd. Then I picked up a wooden paddle with grooved metal studs, and their approval filled my ears.

"But you said I was a good girl!" Julia cried.

"Didn't I just tell you 'words are for people?'" I sneered, rounding the woman as she thrashed in her binds. "That was a test, and you failed it miserably. Clearly, you're not housebroken yet." I ran my hands across her perfect ass, squeezing one glute, then the other, admiring the supple texture, the way they formed in my hand then jiggled back onto their gravity-defying perches. I tugged her tail, and heard her moaning gasp. That didn't sound right. Curious, I trailed my fingers down her crack, down her taint, and through her petals. She hissed, barely stopping herself from swaying her hips. I withdrew my gloved hand, and examined the viscous nectar stringing between my fingers.

"You're enjoying this too much, Dog," I whispered under my breath.

"Woof-woof," Julia moaned under hers.

ANGELA

"Woof-woof!" Julia's cry echoed through the arena. Tera reared back, and brought the paddle down again. The smack sounded, the crowd cheered, and Julia screamed another 'woof-woof' this one shriller and more desperate than before. I had to admire Tera's ability to not only humiliate Julia, but to make her actively participate in her own humiliation. If I ever again delved into sadomasochism, I'd make sure to take some pointers from her. She was quite simply, a master of all things debauched.

Unlike Willowbud and Brandon's box, ours was not canopied with a cloth, but with a hard roof, and for good reason. It sounded like it was raining on us, but it was just all the shit the enraged citizens had decided to throw at Lucilla and me. A troop of Breytans surrounded our box, standing like statues ready to kill just in case someone was stupid enough to rush us. They still wore the blasphemous robes from yesterday, which I found concerning. I thought Julia would immediately make her warriors discard them the moment she was better, but it seemed Julia had not abandoned establishing her offshoot of the Maternal Order. She was getting worse, but I understood. I still felt Corruption's affects lingering within me, tickling my darkness, influencing my actions. Sara and a dozen of her elves stood at the entrance to our box with their swords unsheathed, and I sat next to Lucilla with my own weapon in hand.

"Stop that!" Lucilla growled at me from her side of the couch.

"What?" I asked her innocently, my head resting on the furniture's arm, my pelvis pointed toward the princess.

"That is not your penis!" Lucilla said, slapping my stroking hand. "Quit jacking-off with it!"

"Diamond said she didn't care what I did with her body, just as long as it was all in one piece when she came back for it," I said snidely.

"If you had any decency, you'd refrain from test-driving her sex parts!" Lucilla snapped.

"I don't have any decency," I grinned, then sucked my forefinger, sprawled my legs, and pushed my finger up my ass to the bottom knuckle. Lucilla slapped me hard across the cheek. I yelped, my head whipping to the side, my scarlet curls bouncing in coils about my face. I grinned. "Woof-woof," I whispered, and Lucilla punched me so hard, I felt some of Diamond's molars loosen.

"Do you think this is funny?" Lucilla snarled in my face. "Julia is out there being humiliated in front of the entire world, and you're desecrating her daughter's body?"

"What, should I have let her do it instead?" I snapped, wiping blood from my lip. I knew my wit had outrun my judgement, and I barely put my hands up in time to catch Lucilla's next punch. Without thinking, I twisted around her, wrapped my legs in a hold, and pinned her face-first into the couch with my hands holding her wrists against the small of her back, and my thighs locked about her hips.

Huh, I mused, I guess I brought back Diamond's fighting skills the last time I went to her astral garden. Fancy that.

Lucilla struggled beneath me, squirming vainly to get out of the hold I had her in. Her porcelain back flexed, her shoulder-blades protruded, her supple ass clapped beneath the thin silk of her dress, which draped perfectly between her cheeks. I giggled when she tried to kick me with her the backs of her heels, and I nestled my hard length into her silken-covered crack. She stopped, and went suddenly very still.

"Oh, do you like that?" I chuckled, reaching behind me, and grabbing the hem of her dress.

"You wouldn't!" Lucilla hissed.

"You sure?" I asked, sliding her skirt up her thighs.

"You're not a rapist."

"No, but you haven't told me to stop yet," I said, exposing her ass. "Do you want me to stop?"

I grabbed a succulent handful of Lucilla's patterned globes, and squeezed with covetous fingers.

"No," Lucilla whispered with a quivering breath. I gently parted her cheeks with my grabbing hand, and nestled my cock between them. She visibly relaxed from the skin-to-skin contact, a satisfied shudder running through her. Lucilla's feelings toward me were complicated, I knew, but I suspected they were more favorable than not. We shared an odd bond after our ordeal yesterday, one of unspoken understanding. I understood what she needed now; I could feel her need radiating from her.

"You didn't go to Julia's bed?" I asked, running my cock through her petals, down her taint, and across her rim

"She wasn't there when I got back," Lucilla whispered into the cushion, her body relaxing more with every pass of my shaft.

"After all that denial yesterday, this must be unbearable...." I mused, my cock growing wet with Lucilla's secretion. I tentatively let go of her wrists, and her hands slid limply down her side, gripped the fat of her ass, and spread herself for me. Her face turned, and I saw a single sapphire eye beneath a knitted brow, it's glint pleading above her parted, pink lips. The patterns that covered her body covered all of her body, and they formed a fiery circle about her rim, a bowing line down the ribbon of her taint, and a highlighting outline around the dripping lips of her sex. I slid my tip to her blushing folds, and pushed into her wet heat.

LUCILLA

God, I needed it. Angela's cock radiated inside me, parting my petals, rubbing against my spot, pushing as deep as she could go. I moaned and molded my ass against her crotch, perking it up with elevated hips to bring her even deeper. I felt her thumb run along my taint, tracing the line that was there, then I felt it follow that line around my anus, circling, teasing, the touch reminiscent of the torture she'd made me endure yesterday. Unwanted memories flooded into my mind, memories of two pairs of black eyes staring cruelly from the faces of those I loved. Panic swelled in me, and I suddenly felt trapped beneath Angela, violated by her penetration. She pushed her thumb into my ass, and I cried out, but not in pleasure. I bucked like a crazed animal, thrashed with hands and feet, wrenched my back this way and that. I felt Angela's weight press to my back, and I tried desperately to roll us off the couch. I opened my mouth to scream for Sara, but I was met with a pair of unexpected lips. Angela offered Serenity to me, and I greedily took the dose. Panic washed from me, the world clarified, and my mind became a reservoir of peace.

Holy shit, are you alright? Angela asked mentally. She pulled out of me cautiously, and rolled my skirt back over my butt.

"I think I just had a panic attack," I replied verbally once our kiss had broken.

"I think you might need a therapist," Angela said, helping me back into a sitting position.

"Perhaps," I mused. I was feeling rather indifferent about the whole ordeal, actually. Everything was just perfect the way it was. Any alterations to the present would be an affront to the eternal 'now.'

"You need to breathe it out, Lucilla, or you'll become addicted to it," Angela frowned. "I'm still feeling Corruption's affects, and this isn't even my body." Angela gave me a guilty look, "I'm sorry about what I just did. Corruption isn't an excuse to be a total cunt."

"No, you do that just fine one your own," I grimaced as I reluctantly blew Serenity out of me. Angela chuckled at that.

"I wish we'd met under better circumstances, Princess," Angela smiled. "I think we would've gotten along very well."

"I have a bad habit of fucking people first, then making introductions," I sighed.

"I think it leaves a great first impression," Angela grinned. I relented a little smile, and turned my attention to the display in the arena. Tera had changed the paddle to a whip, though not the crude instrument Julia had used on me. This one had many tails, and left only stimulating red marks where it met flesh, causing pain, but not agony. Not what Julia had done to me. I touched a finger to my breast, feeling the flesh through the silk of my dress. Brandon had healed me, but the memory of the pain was still there. It was a grim reminder, but a necessary one. It kept me focused on what I had to do.

JUSTINA

Unlike my mother, I did not like being the center of attention. From a neutral, psychological viewpoint, I knew my aversion to attention was a symptom of my sheltered upbringing, but knowing the reason for a feeling didn't make the feeling go away. I was dressed in a slutty doctor's outfit (one of many outfits I had that could be prefixed with 'slutty') that included a white skirt, white fishnet stockings, and a white apron that left very little to the imagination. It was horrendously conservative for me, but I had to play my part. I was the veterinarian, and I had to inspect my mother's new pet. The crowd cheered and whistled as I made my way to the platform, and I focused very hard on not tripping over my own tail. I missed the final step, and awkwardly recovered, exposing my ass to the entire world. That didn't bother me in the least, but the stumble itself left my face burning.

"Did you get into Willowbud's wine stores this morning?" Mom chuckled as she added a fifth weight to Julia's nipple chain, stretching the Heat Bringer's breasts into ovals, the fresh piercings extending to ovoid cutouts in the pink cones. Julia sobbed, her legs shaking beneath her, her cock drooling a string of cum, her pussy wetting her succulent pale thighs. Her drawn-on whiskers were blurred with her exerted tears, but she still had her dotted nose, her tail, and her cute ears.

"I guess I just didn't inherit your natural grace, Mother," I replied, inspecting her lineup of tools.

"That almost sounded like back-talk," Mom grinned. "There's room for you on this frame if you're feeling uppity."

"It would be wasted on me," I sighed, pulling the metal prongs off the table. "I can't get off on humiliation if I can't be sexually shamed. If you really wanted to embarrass me, you'd sign me up for a track meet."

"I keep telling you, you're a natural athlete, but if you don't try, you'll never know," Mom replied in a lecturing voice, and dropped a sixth weight onto Julia's chain, prompting a pained growl from the woman.

"Let's pretend that I am, unbeknownst to me, a world-class athlete," I said as I walked around Julia's splayed figure. "What would I do with those skills? I hate sports, and I hate exercise, unless double-penetration counts as exercise."

"I think it does," Mom mused, tapping her lips. "I'm always a sweaty mess afterward, so I must've been burning some calories, right? What do you think, Dog?"

"Woof-woof," Julia replied weakly.

"Good girl," Mom grinned, and dropped a seventh weight on the chain. Julia whined and shimmied her hips, trying to dance the pain away.

"And let's be honest, Mom," I said as I grabbed Julia's tail, and pulled it out. "Your athleticism comes from your nymph heritage, of which I inherited exactly zero alleles. Succubi only beget more succubi, and evolutionary bottleneck is avoided by the paternal contribution alone. Who was my father again? Some drunk baker?"

"He was a blacksmith," Mom sighed wistfully. "He had the prettiest penis you'd ever seen; it was like a work of art. Once I saw that dick, Justina, I knew it would be your daddy."

"And people say our kind can't be romantic," I chuckled, then sucked Julia's ass from her plug, and examining the puckered pink coil of her anus. I raised my instrument over my head to show the crowd what I was about to do, then I pressed the cold metal of the prongs to Julia's rim. I heard her stifle a scream, and saw her stiffen. I pushed the prongs forward, marveling at the way her tender flesh indented, her pelvic floor bowed inward, and her rim dilated. Julia growled, and her pussy began to blush. The prongs slowly pushed inside, the pliable pink meat of her exit sucking around the invasion, leaving only the metallic lengths visible, then the handle. Julia's growl rose in pitch, her vacant pussy dripping, her constricted cock flexing wantonly. I began to open the prongs, and Julia screamed. I giggled, absolutely delighted by the way her dirty entrance gaped cylindrically down the shaft of the prongs, giving me an excellent view into her ruby moist depths. I pried wider, stretching her rim to a ruinous oval until I was sure she would tear if I pulled a millimeter more. Julia was sobbing in agony, but the flow of her lust down her legs had only increased.

"Well, doctor?" Mom grinned at me as she pet Julia's hair. "What's your diagnosis?"

"When was the last time you took your pet to a proctologist?" I asked, taking a deep inhale of Julia's sinful depths, and feeling my mouth water.

"I just pulled this bitch off the streets," Mom chuckled, grabbing Julia's chain, and pulling down. Not only did I hear Julia's reaction, but I saw it through the violent convulsions of her moist depths.

"It appears she's in need of a rectal examination," I said. "I hope you don't mind if I abstain from using gloves; they're so intrusive."

I raised my hand above me, and curled it into a fist. The crowd egged me on as I slowly neared the gaping exit, and guided my hand inside. Julia actually sighed when I entered her, which wasn't a surprise given what I'd heard about her proclivities. My knuckles pressed against her smooth walls, each graze of them causing her cavern to tremor then relax as though her rectal nerves were testing my invasion, and found it a welcome one. My hand passed the end of the prongs, and I pushed against the fleshy spiral of the woman. She opened for me willingly, her sphincter uncoiling and embracing me as I moved through it, the tender flesh sucking warmly against each knuckle, then the wrist. Julia moaned pathetically, shifting her weight as best she could to push her ass harder against me, wordlessly begging me to go deeper. I was already near to the elbow.

"My, my," I chuckled, "someone's enjoying their doctor's visit."

"I know I am," Mom chuckled back, running two fingers along the underside of Julia's cock. The organ was engorged and reddened, bulging around the ring that choked it halfway down its length, causing the precum at her tip to dribble down. Julia groaned, her arousal causing her pain, which in turn, only begot greater arousal. Mom mercilessly caressed the god, her touch undeniable, making Julia's cock bounce in flexion. Mom continued her two-fingered torture until Julia's calls were shrill with desperation, then Mom snaked her tongue out, wrapped it thrice around Julia's shaft, and took every inch of the divine canine down her throat. Julia's relieved sigh sung from her throat, and the crowd roared their approval as Mom slowly withdrew her mouth, the suction pulling her cheeks gaunt, her violet eyes smirking up at the captive god. I felt Julia's prostate pulsing with the imminence of her ascension, and I encouraged her climax with the press of my thumb. Her head flung back, her dog ears flopping with her flailing hair, and she blew. Her anal organ spasmed and quaked, her cock bulged and reddened, and Mom pulled her purple lips away just as Julia's tip leaked. With the metal ring around her shaft, Julia's release was reduced to a dribbling flow of cum, increasing the pressure, heightening the pain, and ratcheting the ecstasy. She whined and yipped like the dog she was, and Mom collected Julia's nectar in a wine glass, then screwed the tap shut with a twist of the cock-ring. Julia's hips bucked violently in reaction, her cock bounced furiously, and she stomped on the ground as her orgasm was held inside her. Her member swelled even more, no longer wagging from her pelvis, but standing painfully erect, looking near to bursting.

"I'd like a more thorough examination, Doctor," Mom grinned from me, to Julia. "It appears there's something wrong with her."

I raised my other hand high, splayed my fingers, and heard the approval of the mob. I slid that hand down my bicep, to the underside of my elbow, and pressed it to the stretched seal of Julia Gendian. I pushed my other hand inside. The sound that came from Julia was almost a howl. She wrenched, heedless of the tortuous stretching of her breasts, and she came. She came in a tremble so violent I felt it in the floorboards. Her rectum squeezed my forearms together, her prostate convulsed against the back of my wrist, and her vaginal floor tremored from the other side. She shrieked high, a sound different than I'd heard before. It was filled with joy, humiliation and pain, and the crowd loved it. Laughter sounded from all around, cheers for more sounded after, and I took the opportunity to push the rest of my second forearm inside her.

JULIA

The humiliation was terrible, but I wanted it. The pressure inside me was agonizing, but I begged for it. The stiffness of my cock was tortuous, but I thrusted toward Tera nonetheless. I was a dog, a beast to be used and degraded, beaten and abused. Oh, Good Mother did I deserve it, and oh, how I reveled in it. Splayed and outturned, exposed and violated. Everything was laid out for the world to see, to judge, to slander, to heap scorn and shame upon. Oh, how I coveted it.

"Are you ready, Dog?" Tera whispered. I nodded, my eyes begging, my lips pouting subserviently, and she chuckled low and raspy into my ear. "I did something like this to Lucilla the other day, but not with two hands. It's Justina's first time trying it, so let's see how she does."

Justina's balled her hands inside me, the knuckles pressing into the stretched tender walls of my rectum, the channel hugging every curve of her invasion. I held by breath, clamped my eyes shut, and bit down on my lip, counting down the seconds until it happened. One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousaAAAAAAH! Justina's hands slowly pulled out, the wrists pressing against the inside of my exit, dilating it, stretching it, searing horrible, wonderful pain deep into me. I was beyond screaming, beyond crying for mercy. I just whined a high, almost inaudible sound with the hissing air through my clenched teeth. She pulled, and pulled, and pulled out. I lurched forward as if I'd just been cut from some great weight, and I found my scream. It came loud and true from me, as joyous as it was terrible. My insides flowed from my hole, coiling into a mass of glistening pink at my exit, a ball of anal nerves that sung their heinous euphoria through my synapses. The crowd gasped, then cheered, then applauded, and for a moment, I felt a little of how Astrid must've felt on these very sands. Through tear-blurred eyes, I looked upon the adulating masses, and a wide smile spread across my cheeks. My vision was filled with Tera's sneering face, and my smile disappeared, but my excitement only elevated.