Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 48

Up and down the feather traveled, sliding between her vaginal lips with ease. Only after minutes of excruciating longing did Rosila finally allow it to glide over Vixin's clit, sending electrifying pulses of stimulation through her sensitive bud. Each movement felt as though it could cut through her, yet the feather's edge was nearly as soft as hair. She attempted to arch her back, only managing to rise slightly from the wooden surface.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Such a slutty pussy." Rosila teased, gliding over her clit once more. "In a few hours, when you still haven't cum, I wonder if you'll wish I had stayed away from your needy cunny."

Vixin tensed at her words. Could she truly survive hours of this?

The answer to her question became a firm no moments later, as Rosila increased her speed. She sawed back and forth, using the edge of the feather directly against her clit. Vixin was quickly overwhelmed, clenching her hands into fists just as the feather was pulled away. Though only lasting several seconds, the tingling that followed drove her wild, once more forcing her hips to buck.

Rosila chuckled as she resumed her work. She circled her clit, ran up and down between her labia, drawing out her stimulation until it nearly proved to be too much. At the exact instant required to prevent a climax she pulled away, leaving an aching feeling deep within Vixin's loins as she tensed up. The tingling pushed her as near to her edge as possible, only to moan as her orgasm slipped from her grasp. Frustration coaxed through her like a poison, mixing with a deep arousal at having been denied.

"Poor little princess, I know you wanted to cum. You'll have to wait for a LONG time for that, however." Rosila taunted, clearly taking every ounce of enjoyment as she possibly could from her victim.

Vixin released a pent-up breath, her lust driving her wild. To be controlled so completely by another woman, to have her orgasm taken from her, she could only groan into her gag like a desperate slave.

Only when the tingling subsided to a level that wouldn't risk an unwanted orgasm did Rosila resume, the soft blade-like edge of the feather gliding over Vixin's helpless clit.

She made slow, excruciating circles, building her pleasure meticulously as the other two feathers caressed her torso. One found her nipple, brushing it gently and sending a quiver through their victim.

Again her body prepared for the climax it demanded, and again she bucked her hips when it was taken away. The tingling pleasure pulsated everywhere the feathers touched, a delicious itch tickling her nipple and clit.

A frustrated whine escaped her lips as another orgasm was stolen, then another, each push towards her limit cruelly snatched away at the last moment. Her labia quivered, glistening with unsatiated arousal the coursed through every inch of her. To be denied by her mistress struck at the very heart of her submissive side, making every torturous lick of the feather utterly bliss. The throbbing of her loins as it was pull away filled her with nearly as much arousal as a true orgasm, making her lower lips warm with desire.

"Girls, I believe it's time. How else is our little princess going to learn her limits if we don't shatter them?" Rosila said, receiving aroused giggles.

Before Vixin could even begin to wonder what she might have meant, her blindfolded eyes widened in panic as the feathers suddenly gained speed, tickling up and down her sides. Frantically the pair moved, alternating as Rosila's feather brushed up and down between her soaking labia.

Squirming, writhing, she could do nothing to escape them as they tormented her. Targeting her underarms first, each moment felt as though it would never end, causing her to thrash frantically as she was tickled.

She wanted to beg, to plead for them to stop, though her gag reduced her desperate words to muffled moans. The feather licking her vagina moved with calculated precision, knowing just where to brush to ensure bursts of tingling arousal crackled within her.

Nearly wanting to scream as they showed no signs of stopping, minute after minute passed, the stimulation gradually edging her towards a climax despite her panic. How utterly powerless she felt...completely under their mercy, or lack thereof. Moans of a submissive slave spotted her muffled laughing, getting closer and closer towards her edge.

Hips quivering, she clenched up, readying for an orgasm that approached with maddening slowness. Yet, just as before, it predictably it never arrived, as Rosila quickly pulled away just before she was too late. Vixin felt as though she could hardly breath, the tickling forcing her denied pleasure into an intensity she hadn't yet experienced.

With her labia lightly spasming, Vixin could only thank The Creator as the feathers finally slowed, gradually reducing their speed into light flicks. She breathed hard, her cheeks a deep red of humiliation.

"Ah, how frustrating it must be." Rosila said, her feather once more brushing over her prisoner's clit. "You'll be more than accustomed to this feeling by the end. Taste it, crave it, and you'll learn the depths of your will."

Vixin cared little for her words, her attention entirely obsessed with the three tormenting feathers. One moved to slowly explore her breast, as the other licked up and down her arm before dragging over her flat belly.

"To use pleasure as your weapon, you need to understand every aspect of your own." Rosila said after several minutes as she pulled away just in time, hearing Vixin's frustrated moans. "The torturous depths of your pleasure must be laid bare, leaving no inch unexplored."

Mere minutes later, and she was again denied, her lithe muscles straining to escape her frustration.

"Pay attention to how your body reacts, little princess. Learn from this...or don't, I'll enjoy this all the same." Rosila commanded smugly.

Vixin released a breath of false anger, both wanting to rip free of her binding, or melt into them and never leave. Minute after minute, denial after agonizing denial, she was beginning to feel her mind slip after only an hour under the torture of the feathers.

"Father...save me..." she thought to herself, sending mental bursts outwards. Each time she sensed nothing in return, as if abandoned to the cruel touch of her mistress.

"You're trembling, Vixin. Here, allow us to try something new." Rosila said, stepping away.

She had grown to expect the movements of the feathers, learning to endure them, yet now she felt them depart from her skin with dread. The quiet squeak of a small wooden box found her ears, followed by footsteps.

Every inch of her body felt as if it were trembling, utterly desperate for the orgasm that had been denied over and over and over. She nearly cried out as she felt the bizarre sucking sensation of dozens of tiny appendages latching onto her aching clit, only to realize with horror what her mistress had placed upon her.

"I've no doubt you've enjoyed more than a few nights squirting from your vibshir, though you'll find mine to be far less...satisfying." Rosila teased as she caressed Vixin's inner thighs. "Shall we begin?"

She both wanted to nod frantically and shake her head with fury as the colorful little slug waited obediently upon her clit. The miniscule movements of its suckers felt pleasingly odd, though not NEARLY enough to grant her the satisfaction her body begged for.

The faint sound of Rosila's finger gliding over the vibshir seized Vixin's breath, as a moment later the slug began its vibration. She clenched her hands into fists, feeling the very sensation she had felt nearly every night since she had been granted a vibshir. Yet where each night had ended with a shaking climax, she was horrified to realize that this particular vibshir had been trained to vibrate at a maddeningly low rhythm, granting just enough pleasure to tease her throbbing nub.

"I'll allow you to add this vibshir to your collection when this is through. It's quite effective when used to interrogate an enemy or punish a disobedient slave. Simply leave your victim for a few hours...or days...and you'll discover an individual reduced to a begging mess." Rosila explained before laughing. "Though I suppose you'll find that out for yourself."

Vixin's heart jumped as she heard their footsteps making their way towards the door, causing her to strain against her restraints. They couldn't possibly leave her, locking her away as the vibshir lightly vibrated away.

The screech of the door opening caused her to frantically pull, begging with everything she could offer, even as it came as nothing more than muffled pleas. Only giggling came as a reply, before the door was pulled shut with an auditable click of the lock.

She was left alone, blind, mute, and completely unable to move, with only the buzzing sound of the vibration and her moans to fill the silence.

Attempting, and failing, to clench her feminine thighs shut in lust, she felt the constant teasing of the slug, its vibration just enough to tickle her arousal. Months of masturbation with a much higher vibration made it impossible to find little more than faint pleasure as it continued, even as the pulsating tingles of the aphrodisiacs cascaded over her sensitive skin.

How long would they leave her? Minutes? Hours? Days...? The vibration was just enough to ensure it remained at the front of her awareness, yet never enough to satisfy. She felt her orgasm beyond her reach, tantalizingly close, yet never approaching.

She struggled within her bindings, wanting to dig her fingers into her hungry cunny until she screamed. She needed to cum, her desperation growing with each passing minute. Her mistress had brought her so close, only to deny her each time. To be left unfulfilled and aching was maddening, her body begging her for the release she couldn't achieve.

Within an hour she could focus on little else, each second dragging out as she felt the continual buzzing of the vibshir. If only it would speed up...increasing its movements just a slight amount...

She NEEDED more, yearning for pleasure. Blindfolded with nothing to distract her from the endless teasing, her imagination flared to life, remembering her father's seed deep within her. There was no end to what she would give to feel such a sensation once more, to satisfy the aching arousal that coursed through her entire being. She wanted a powerful legionary to bash down the door, to force himself upon her as she remained helpless. She craved to feel a cock stretch her soaking womanhood, to feel him cum inside of her and grant her another baby.

The vibshir never changed pace, even as the second and third hours passed, maintaining a smooth rhythm that drove Vixin to insanity. She fruitlessly attempted to thrust, as if the movement would somehow encourage the slug to grant her the ecstasy she craved.

At such a speed the vibration tingled her clit, just enough to feel as if a trickle of water to a beggar dying of thirst. Every inch of her body begged to orgasm, with the faint effects of the feather's aphrodisiacs continuing to taunt her. They had felt so frustrating at the time, yet now she'd do anything to feel their touch once more, for they had at least allowed her to taste the very brink of her allusive climax.

After five hours she screamed, her voice muffled by the gag. She released every pent-up emotion she held within, clenching every lithe muscle within her body. She wished to break free, to find the nearest man and ride him until she had drained him entirely.

Her body fell limp, and she allowed tears of anger to roll from her eyes and into the blindfold as defeat claimed her. Far had she passed her deepest limits, so utterly desperate that she wept and begged her quiet surroundings for an orgasm.

Instead, the vibshir continued on, blissfully unconcerned for her desires. So long as her moist pussy continued to provide sustenance, it would vibrate until its death.

She began to imagine Rosila tied before her, taking her place upon the table. Vixin clenched her hands into fists, thinking of the cruel fates she would subject her to as punishment. Her resentment built, allowing her to hold onto something aside from her denied pleasure, yet even that slowly seeped away as if slipping through her fingers.

Whatever limits she may have possessed, eight hours of continual teasing and denial had left them far behind. The tingling vibration had become her world.

She imagined the beautiful young women of her father's harem around her, rubbing her vulnerable body as her mind melted. She wanted more than anything to feel their mouths between her legs, to squirt harder than she had ever experienced before. At the very least, she desired to see them moan beneath Dominax's cock, to witness a sight that might just push her over her edge.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door finally squeak open, as if releasing a wave of relief through her. Footsteps approached, stood just between her legs.

She nearly thrashed as she felt a soft hand glide over her soaking lower lips, her labia throbbing with painful arousal.

"Poor little pussy..." Rosie's voice echoed quietly through the small cell. "Denied for so long. Do you still want to cum, little Vixin?"

In response she thrashed wildly in her restraints, every inch screaming for attention.

"You'll have to beg." Her mistress commanded, running her hands gently up and down her prisoner's inner thighs. "You may have been too proud to be treated in such a way during our first session, though look at what I've made you. Your inhibitions have been torn away, your lusts have been unleashed, and now you're the mother to your own half-brother. Beg me, Vixin, as gratitude for the pleasure I've unlocked. Beg me, little slut, and I might allow you to cum."

Vixin's desperate pleas erupted into her gag, a flurry of words that were all but muffled and incoherent. Her body trembled, the vibration showing no sign of ever stopping.

"The proud princess begs for me to pleasure her pussy. Such a beautiful sight, knowing what a powerful tool you shall become. You'll coax the desperation you now feel into the hearts and loins of The Empire, binding its citizens to your will. Yet now, you are my slave, bound and denied."

Vixin muttered into her gag, pulling at her bindings once more as she continued to beg. A scream nearly ripped from her lips as she felt the sensation of a tongue swipe between her waiting lower lips, the light stimulation feeling as if a hammer blow to her denied vagina.

"Oh, I like that. Squirm for me, little Vixin." Rosila commanded, plunging her tongue into her depths.

She cared little as the vibshir was removed, her focus entirely centered on the tongue lapping at her womanhood. Within moments she tried to arch her back, nearly able to cum.

Rosila stopped just before, forcing Vixin into muffled screams as she bucked for the countless time. "Apologies, princess, though you'll have to endure a bit longer."

Vixin's anger and lust intermixed, nearly able to hear the grin in the woman's voice. She felt her expert tongue making quick work of her pussy, her soaking tunnel only the latest in a long line of numberless lovers.

"Squirm, princess." She taunted, her mouth no doubt drenched by Vixin's juices as she temporarily pulled away. Her victim was denied once more, and she began to lovingly caress the girl's inner thighs. "Such a beautiful body, writhing beneath my touch. You deserve to lead The Sages, though I'm not quite done with you..."

Edged again and again, never once allowed to climax, Vixin felt as though she were losing her mind. Rosila spoke harshly, yet touched her like a treasured lover. Her conflicting behavior only increased the longer she continued, rubbing Vixin's soft skin as if to comfort her.

"We're nearly there, sweet slut. Endure, and I'll grant you the greatest pleasure you can imagine." Rosila said with a motherly hint to her voice. She lapped at her clit, knowing precisely where to lick and suck.

Vixin felt as though her loins were on fire, burning with desperation. Her orgasm approached, growing closer and closer until...

Rosila stopped, licked, then pausing, and licked once more, keeping her apprentice on the very verge of climax for as long as possible.

Vixin groaned hard into her gag, every second an agony as her arousal was maintained at its highest level. Her mistress's licks were never too hard, nor too soft, an expert in keeping her just from achieving her limit.

Then, mercifully, her tongue frantically struck her clit, pushing her well beyond her point of no return.

Vixin cried out as hard as she could manage, her entire body seizing as her long sought-after climax claimed her completely. Utter satisfaction ripped through her, nearly painful as her gorgeous body orgasmed.

Squirting hard, she felt as if she'd break, every limb clenching as she attempted to survive her pleasure. Rosila greedily lapped at her juices, drawing out her climax for as long as her skills could manage.

Finally, cumming far more intensely than she had ever experienced, she sensed a familiar mental burst from above, feeling the fatherly love she had called out for. The God Emperor could sense her, tasting the pleasure tearing through her body.

With a gasping breath she was freed from the grasp of her orgasm, her body going limp once more as she struggled to fill her lungs despite the gag. A deep sensation of satisfaction coursed through her, more precious than gold or gems.

"Good girl." Rosila said, caressing Vixin's midriff as if to comfort her. "You survived. You've grown stronger, and next time, you'll endure longer."

The words required a moment to process in her haze of bliss, yet Vixin could only mutter into her gag as she clung to reality.

"Fear not, for just as I deny you, so too shall you discover pleasure in your training. You now know what you're capable of...yet you cannot say you didn't enjoy your torment." Rosila chuckled, gently patting the womanhood on display for her. "I know what makes this pretty little pussy wet, my submissive slut."

Vixin's breaths remained hard and ragged, moaning lightly. She heard Rosila move towards her head, feeling the accursed gag pulled away. Yet before she could speak, shout, plead, she felt her mistress's lips press against hers. The feel of another woman sparked her lust further, tasting her own juices on her lips.

Though nearly disappointed when the kiss ended, she was rewarded with the feeling of a bottle against her lips, pouring forth water as it tilted. She eagerly drank, not realizing just how thirsty she had become.

"Drink, sweet one, and replenish your energy." Rosila commanded, rubbing Vixin's cheek. "You survived the day, now survive the night."

Not entirely certain of her meaning, Vixin squirmed as the gag was replaced, blocking her shouts. A moment later she heard the opening of a wooden box, and nearly screamed when she felt the sensation of a vibshir once more placed upon her overly sensitive clit.

"Rest well, little princess, and I shall return in the morning. Remember the pleasure of my mouth. Crave it, worship it. Let this royal vagina ache with need. You'll only become stronger."

Vixin felt tears leaking from her eyes, hearing the door seal and lock once more.

And on the vibration continued.