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Magane huffed as she moved her hips. Her large cock rammed the hot pocket of a petite vagina. These tackles earned gasps from Meteora, the female receiver of this carnal loving. With head on the floor and hands bound behind her back, the naked mage took the doggystyle with reluctance.
“Be strong, Meteora-chan.” The mistress slapped a hand against her bitch’s ass cheek. This added another crimson handprint to the rump subjected to hours of spanking. “Tell me something smart. Or if you’re still straight or bi, use that mouth to suck off the boy’s peeper. It’s right there in front of you.”
Magane smiled at her second prisoner, Sota. The young brunet had a rope tied around his upper body and arms. The gag in his mouth only allowed him to express his feelings through breaths and groans. He was naked for all to see his damaged body. As noted, Meteora’s head was right in front of his small pecker. The rest of her body was on its knees with ass up for the mistress to ravage for her pleasure.
“It won’t go up anymore.” The mage raised her head, aimed concerned eyes at her friend’s sweaty face. “He’s too tired. And please stop this intercourse. I’m not sure how long I could keep up with-eeh!”
Meteora’s squeal came when Magane stabbed her dick deep into the pussy. The mistress reached out with one hand to grab her prisoner’s silver hair and force it back, raise the head. “What are you talking about? Your snatch has been squeezing me real hard the past hour. Can’t you feel it?”
The mistress made her point with one thrust. After the tip pushed into Meteora’s g-spot, the bred canal shuddered before fluids leaked out. Delighted that her play hole came, Magane forced the prisoner’s lips to meet hers for a brief kiss.
“Is it possible you’re lying because you don’t want to hurt the boy’s feelings?”
When no response came, Magne pulled out her dick. She pushed her prisoner's body aside to make it fall on top of the cold floor.
The mistress stepped towards Sota. She pressed her hands against the wall to squish her erect schlong into the young man’s face.
“See this? Only something of this size can make a classy lady like Meteora feel good.” She grabbed Sota’s dick with her toes and wiggled it around. She chuckled, “The only thing your tootsie roll can pleasure is a pussy. Not a woman, but the cat. Beastiality or pedophilia, you’re fated to resort to those for sexual release because most humans would turn down the opportunity to get touched by a pathetic man like you.”
Magane pressed her fingers into the young man’s crimson cheeks. She raised his head to see the fear and humiliation in his eyes. “Maybe it’s time I work on making you into a bitch. Let’s see how much your ass can take before you squeal like a little piglet.”
“P-please stop.” This request came from the tied-up Meteora. She struggled onto her knees and pleaded, “He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t even have to be here. Why do you torture him?”
“For one, maybe several reasons. Well, you have time, so I’ll digress a bit.”
The mistress flung Sota’s head to the side. With her bare foot, she stomped on his penis to make him yelp in pain. “You see, I have a thing against weaklings like him. There are so many in the world, it sickens me. The same goes for all the people I butchered in my old school.”
Magane patted Sota’s head as a mother did to comfort a crying child. She cooed, “And the more closer I am in winning this Created war, the more it feels right to keep him as a plaything. It’s also fun to see what other reactions you make as we have these little playdates; might as well use you when you won’t share some wise words like before. Using you like an onahole has been my chance to let loose, much better than whacking off to some online hentai or doujin.”
The commanding woman lifted her skirt to show Meteora her penis. “On that note, if you don’t want your boy here porked, you’d lay down and take my loving like a good smartass. It’s gonna happen one way or another. The only thing at stake is your dignity.”
As Magane pumped her cock with one hand, the mage assumed the position. With legs raised and spread apart, Meteora presented her open snatch. The mistress snickered as she grabbed the ankles and poked the tip at the sopping entrance.
“Oh Sota, make sure you watch your savior pant for my dick.” Magane aimed her round bottom at the young man and rotated her hips, mooned the poor fellow. She clapped hands against her lover’s shapely ass to make the skin jiggle. “She’s gonna tell you how much bigger and better it is compared to yours. She might even be kind enough to share her undying loyalty to my penis, right smartass?”
Meteora pursed her lips. The top woman smiled like a snake and tapped the mage’s cheek with her hand. “Aww, you’re not going to answer? Such a shame, I was hoping you would do it the moment I shove the meat you love so much into that poontang.”
The prisoner’s eyes widened. Magane stabbed the vagina with her huge cock. Constant use allowed the large breeding pole to squeeze in and reach the end, press into the cervix.
“Ah, m-mistress, it’s so big!” Drool spilled out of Meteora’s silly grin. Her lower body shuddered as the balls smacked her butt. “The length and girth is filling me. Sota’s microscopic penis will never be able to make it that deep. I feel sorry that his sperm isn’t strong enough to impregnate me, let alone reach the womb. Only you have the trait that will have me bear your child.”
The mage covered her mouth. Her entire face became scarlet from embarrassment. Magane looked back to see Sota’s aghast expression.
“Did you dumbasses think I was going to stick with my inversion reality power forever?” The mistress bred the pussy with slow, heavy thrusts. “Just recently, my Creator used his connections to notify the public about my new stand-alone series. One of the new abilities they approved of is the Witch’s Whisper. Anyone who hears my commands right down to the period is forced to follow it.”
Magane poured power into her hips. The breeding process adopted a faster tempo, one that made the victim moan and writhe from the increased pleasure. Both bodies became wet from body fluids. Under influence, Meteora continued to praise her dominant partner’s cock. This combined with the sound of slapping flesh became a wild song to the mistress’s ears.
“I’m cumming. How much do you want?”
“All of it.” The mage wrapped legs around her lover’s hips. Despite her show of despair, Meteora’s squeals and lust-filled eyes were proof that the Whisper had overpowered her. “Make me pregnant. I want Sota to see my stomach grow as it nurtures your child. Give it to me!”
The mistress dug her dick into the snatch. She bit her lip as thick semen poured inside. She licked a nipple and stuck a thumb inside the mage’s mouth. When the creampie spilled out of the bred vagina, the dick-toting woman raised her hips to make the man meat pop out, reveal its sperm-covered length.
“That’s better.” Magane stood up and stretched her arms. She looked down to see Meteora’s tear-stricken face. “But it doesn’t look like you enjoyed it. I bet our toy here can make it better by sucking out all the cum from your little hole. Come on boy, chop chop!”
Sota laid down on the front of his body. Like a caterpillar, he crawled towards his friend. When his face was near her vagina, he stuck out his tongue to scoop up one part of the semen streaming from the hole.
“How lovely, he likes my taste.” The giddy mistress clapped her hands. “Or does he like your taste? Let’s make it fair and say we both taste good to him. Why bother trying to take his impressive twig when he can clean up after our mess? Don’t you agree?”
“You’re right. He can only taste, but never try to make me his when I have you.”
Veins and creases appeared on Meteora’s face. Clearly, she tried to break out of the mind control. This attempt ended when she coughed, “Y-you’re right. Sota’s worth is n-no better than a plunger.”
“Damn, I didn’t expect that last part.” Magane cracked her neck before she spun on her heel, turned her back on her slaves. “Well, this was a good test run. Can’t wait to try this out tomorrow when I go visit your friends.”
The mistress rotated her neck to take one last look at her surprised prisoners. “Don’t worry. Their housekeeper set up the play date. We’re all gonna have fun, it’ll be a whole Mardi Gras experience. I’ll be sure to save some pictures by the time I return. Ciao.”
Magane raised her screen phone to aim its camera. “Okay, keep those tongues there.” She pressed the button to take a picture. “And we’re good. You’re free to eat again.”
“Thank you, mistress.” The ecstatic Selesia kissed one side of her master’s erect cock. She slid up and down the length with her tongue before she stopped near the balls to suck on a scrotum. Magane was pleased to see the nude redhead had learned to share with the one who tended the other side of her cock.
“So officer, does the taste of my cock make this whole betrayal worth it?”
The officer, Aki Kikuchihara, did not answer. She only dragged lips against her side of the meat pole. With hungry gasps, the woman licked up the pearl-shaped semen from the piss hole. Her brown hair was tied up in its usual formal bun. Like her cohort, she too was without clothes. Although less firm and pleasant, her chest and waist were of ideal measure compared to others.
“Selesia, I’m gonna cum. Let the newbie take my next load.”
The loyal redhead frowned; she didn’t like to share her favorite semen popsicle. Yet, she retreated to let Aki swallow the penis into her mouth. When the cougar almost pulled her off the desk, Magane grabbed the sucker’s hair to control the head movement. She drew in a deep breath and enjoyed the blowjob, her slut’s mouth pussy.
“How often do you suck dicks? Mine can’t be the only one you’ve blown; you’re too good.”
The officer released the dick to reply, “It is the only one. I just get too excited when you give me the honor of sucking it, mistress!”
Magane smiled as the mature woman panted her title. Officer Kikuchihara had shown this type of loyalty since the trickster tailed the cougar into the red light district. For many months since, they’ve had hot encounters with no vaginal penetration involved. Aki turned out to be a submissive whore who pined for a dominant figure. The mistress fulfilled this role and used her magic to convert the officer into another one of her personal whores.
Aki’s new position allowed Magane to avoid capture by the police and military. The cougar had proven useful for a long time as a secret agent. This role eventually played well to the point where Magane was able to raid a military base with her group of mercenaries. Success had not only allowed her to secure another location. This very place housed the rest of the Creations and Creators, a major faction that opposed her and Altair.
The mistress paused her reminiscence to focus on ejaculation. Hot sperm shot out of her dick to fill Aki’s mouth, make her cheeks puff out a bit from the cum load. When finished, Magane tapped her slut’s face. The mature whore pulled back, released the cock before she swallowed the given cream.
“Good job.” The younger mistress jumped off of the desk. She rounded the dark-brown stand to sit on a leather chair. She twirled on its swivel before Magane placed her feet on the ground. After making a complete stop, she reached for the desk’s remote and pointed it at the huge screen attached to one wall. “Selesia, come over and clean me up with a titjob. Our little spy can take a break while she watches this with me.”
Selesia crawled over. On her knees, she lifted her breasts and leaned over to make the huge orbs wrap around her lover’s cock. As she enjoyed this warm stimulation, Magane pressed a button to make a scenario appear on the screen.
“Grk, hrk, grk, hng!”
Various moans and cries came from a small woman, who had pink hair tied in pigtails. Her curves and shape could have had many mistaken her to be a model; Hikayu Hoshikawa was only in college. Breasts were round and supple. Clear skin gave her body a marshmallow texture. All of these features made her a beauty, something a group of dark-skinned bodybuilders took advantage of as they ravaged her holes.
“You’d think most people who read or see this scene would think she’s in a gangrape,” Magane mused (a message extended out to the readers as intended by the writer). “But nope. I made her Creator distribute a netorare scene as an extra for the game through unofficial channels. All those perverted neets and fat guys must have bought a lot and approved a version where she lusts for big, black cocks. How sick is that?”
The mistress cleared her throat to make Selesia slow down her work on the futa cock, stop an incoming ejaculation. “This turned out to be a successful experiment. Good thing half of my mercenaries are more than willing to accept her body as extra payment.”
Magane grinned when she saw a black cock slam into Hikayu’s mouth. Underneath this woman, a dark man plunged his piece up into her vag. A third beefcake had a firm grip of the big ass to wreak havoc on her asshole. Every moving crotch pushed its greasy, cum-stained sausages into the lone female whose eyes had a blank look in their pupils.
The men spoke foreign words - a mix of German and Arabian - before their bodies shuddered. At different times, cum spurted out and filled the holes. The dick in the woman’s mouth had its amount revealed by the way its jizz filled her cheeks like tiny whoopie cushions. When a man finished, he pulled out. The last to empty his balls was the lower fellow, who pushed Hikayu off of his dick. The pink-haired sex doll collapsed on the floor; white goo poured out of the used funnels.
“So good,” she breathed. Hikayu got on her feet. She turned to make her ass face the men, then reached down to grab ankles. With a shake, the cum dump gasped, “Please don’t stop until there’s a black baby inside my womb. Make my boyfriend wish he had big cocks like yours.”
Magane squealed when she heard the last sentence, a script she wrote herself for Hikayu’s eroge scene. The excitement made her experience a rush that pumped fresh semen into Selesia’s mouth. As the servant drank this load, Magane raised her remote and pressed a button. The gangbang - later porn video titled ‘Blacked Idols’ - changed to a different channel, another live recording of a sexual act in progress.
“Ahh, come on, bitch! Keep those legs open!”
A woman with violet hair slammed her hips into a smaller one. With a lust-crazed expression, she pinned down her partner’s wrists onto the brown rug. In this small bedroom, the Creator, Shunma Suruga - Creator of the late Blitz, plowed the petite lady with her cock. This male genital was granted to her by Magane (without consent, but this lesbian decided to keep it in the end).
“Fuck, fuck! Stop struggling and take it like a good whore!”
The bottom woman, Marine, swung her legs. The feet could not hit her fellow Creator. The victim’s smaller build could not push off the stronger Shunma, leaving her to swing her head full of long, brown locks with a scream. Erotic pants and gasps mixed in; she could not deny the pleasure brought by the breeding.
Magane watched the one-sided sex with amusement. As Selesia still sucked on her revitalized penis, the mistress bore witness to the moment Shunma wrapped arms around Marine’s stomach. The aggressive Creator flung her prey onto the bed.
“Now I get why men can’t control themselves when they do this.” The cock-wielding woman slapped her partner’s ass. She kneaded the cheeks and raised her hips to have the cock head touch the red, puffy pussy. “This feels great. It’d feel better if you just enjoy this without putting up a fight!”
“No!” Marine pushed hands against the mattress to lift her upper body. She screeched after the insane Shunma pinched her small breasts - the nipples - as her larger pair of mammaries squished against the back. “We can’t let her win like this! Our friends need us; we have to go help them!”
The saddened futawoman squeezed her cock into Marine’s snatch. She breathed, “Idiot, she already won.” She ignored her partner’s cries as the hilt of her dick met the vagaina’s mouth. “You’re the only one who didn’t accept her deal. If we work for her, we can at least keep making art to some extent. Maybe she’ll let us bring those who died back with her new powers like she promised.”
Magane remembered that promise. She lied through the teeth of her serpent smile. She snickered at this thought as Shunma nailed Marine. Their moving bodies rocked the bed; the whole room shook from the force of their lovemaking.
“Sorry, gonna cum.” The futawoman smashed her penis into the depths of the bred meat pocket. “Just relax and enjoy the moment. Don’t stress out about the other things okay?”
Marine’s flailing came to a stop. She wrapped her legs around Shunma’s waist. The Creators kissed as spurts filled the air; the dominant woman creampied the petite lady’s insides.
The semen receiver’s eyes rolled up. Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth. She moaned, “M-miss Suruga.”
“Call me Shunma.” The top Creator kissed her lover. “We’re going to be working together from now on, all for the glory of that damn psychopath.”
Magane took the insult as a compliment. When she snapped her fingers, Selesia crawled away, dragged a line of drool from the cock she’s sucked for some time. The mistress sent an evil gaze Aki’s way.
“So here’s proof that your whole alliance is in shambles. I either turned or killed your Creators. The rest that I captured are in this place.”
Magane clicked a button. The screen switched its view onto a dark pier. One overhead light shined on three naked bodies surrounded by several of Magane’s mercenaries. Two of the captives were Creators, Takashi Matsubara and Masaaki Nakanogane. The last was a muscular lad with blue hair, Charon. Everyone was on their knees, bruised, and cut.
Magane reached for a small black mike perched on top of a desk. She raised it near her mouth and blew on the cover. “Testing, one, two, three. Can those bitches hear me? Kick them in their dicks if the rest of you can hear this.”
Three mercenaries slammed their boots into the spots. While the Creators fell, only Charon remained strong. He glared at the screen, a look the mistress knew was meant for her.
“So I spared the three of you because two of you have a connection with my girlfriend. I know you can’t see her face, but she’s going to talk to you losers. What she says could determine your faiths.”
Magane handed Selesia the mike. The redhead slowly took it. Remorse and guilt crossed her face as she glanced at the image of her long-time ally, a character she shared lives with in a their original fantasy world. Minutes passed before she raised the speaker in front of her face. With a deep breath, she spoke her answer with a loud, clear voice.
“I’m not sure why the mistress kept you alive. I don’t plan on saving a Creator whose only use vanished by the time I joined the mistress.”
Selesia’s lips curled into a twisted smile. “And Charon, I never knew why we were paired. I’m always covering your ass and you still lost even in that upgraded Volgachevalier you tried to use against me in the earlier fight. Shouting things like you’re not yourself, she’s controlling you; shove all those cliché comments up that ass. Your words are probably cleaner than the dicks that fucked the hell out of it; I know Rui’s not a pedophile anymore thanks to his sessions.”
The redhead let out a slutty groan as she fingered her cum-drenched pussy. “And my one true savior, mistress Magane, is the only one who can make me feel good. When she and I are one, there is no pain, no sorrow for me. The two of you never tried to do that for me. You didn’t even know I was alive until we fought.”
Selesia raised a white finger. She licked off its wad of cum and swallowed hard so her audience could hear it. “Well, now that you heard this, it’s time to die.” She covered her mike with one hand and looked at her dominant lover. “How would you like to see them live their final moments?”
“Castration and evisceration.”
The redhead uncovered the mike. “By castration and evisceration. Have at it, boys!”
The mercenaries raised huge machetes. The Creators and Charon donned looks of horror before the screen became dark. Magane chucked her remote backwards and snorted, “Not gonna see that mess. I’ll leave that to the hired help.”
Magane turned to face Aki, a witness left in silent distress. “So that’s it for this group. Now the only one who’s left in the world is Altair. I also have a plan to take care of that saucy number. You don’t have to get involved anymore.”
When the mistress got off of her chair to leave, a hand grabbed her ankle. She looked down to see Aki had stopped her with a hard grip.
“P-please, don’t leave. I-I beg you to do me this favor.”
Magane didn’t move as the officer hugged her hips. She sighed, “That depends. You want me to give you money or something since you don’t have a job anymore?”
“I want you to sleep with me.” Aki buried her face against the sinister one’s thigh. Tears fell down her face. “I allowed all of this to happen. The pain of this betrayal is too much. Please, help me forget it like you did for Selesia. Make love to me, help me forget all of this.”
Magane pondered on the words, on how misguided the officer was. She broke Selesia’s mind with constant reality-bending mind fucks. She knew Aki believed it to be more of a blessing when it really chipped away most of Selesia’s original personality.
With this case in mind, the mistress pulled on Aki’s arms. She forced the cougar to stand up until their heads were on the same level. “Final preparations aren’t ready for another few days. That’s when we’re going after Altair. Selesia, let’s help her out.”
The mentioned red-headed heroine grabbed Magane’s new slut from the back. She licked the older woman’s neck like a hungry lioness before she whispered, “Lucky, you get your wish granted. But I’ll be in charge of you. The mistress is mine; you’ll only be allowed to fuck after I get my turn. And don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time to use you until you’re a mind broken cum dump.”
For the next few days, the trio engaged in mind-numbing orgy. As the newcomer, Aki experienced hard orgasms and telltale signs of indoctrination. By the day of the final battle, Magane made sure the former officer could only live and breath for her cock like she did with Selesia, live for no other person.
Magane flipped through the book of her eroge manga. With eyes glued to the pages, she walked through a forest. She didn’t mind this cold night although the moonlight barely helped her read. The heat of excitement kept her warm as she mentally prepared for the coming event.
“How quaint is it that you would be here in person, snake witch.”
The mistress glanced up from her classy literature to see a body float near her. In a blue uniform, the daunting figure hovered as swords spun around her form as a shield. The long turquoise pigtails and crimson eyes didn’t make Magane second-guess she was in the presence of Altair, a powerful Created who summoned her fellow fictional characters into this world only to instigate a war that could destroy it.
With prize in sight, the mistress grinned. “I think it’s more quaint to see you come even if you probably have a guess on what you’re up against.”
“Why not? All of the appropriate actors are here. As we stand on the eve of this world’s oblivion, it would be a waste to not accept your invitation.”
A pink glow appeared in the sky. When it came close, it disappeared to reveal Alicetelia, the blonde knight. She sat upon a wingless dragon covered in sharp dark spikes. Its skin did not hurt her as she sat on an iron saddle. While her gear did not change, pink and purple stripes ran down her hair as they hummed with vibrant energy.
Magane smiled at the sight of her arrived help. She snapped her fingers to make a purple and golden cloud take shape near her head. Hangaku appeared and blocked the flying blades that tried to hit its master. A second figure did the same, another spirit named Bayard - the autumn-clad warrior once a former companion of the slain Sho Hakua.
“Aww, you’re not going to wait till everyone gets here?”
“No matter who perishes first or last, the conclusion of this fight will not change.” Altair swiped her hand to make them collide into plasma beams fired from Alictelia’s hand. As she willed swords to chase the dragon-mounted knight, more blades lined up all around her. “And I thank you for this set-up. You should know a fight of this magnitude will bring about the world’s end. Yet with this knowledge, you were kind enough to prepare this banquet.”
“Yeah, smartass warned me. Sota also told the whole story on your Creator’s suicide. It’s probably that why you’re doing this, just to avenge her.”
Magane hugged herself as her spirit helpers continued to block the blades aimed at her form. She screeched, “I can’t help but just squeal at the thought of this romantic story.” She hopped all around with erratic energy. “I’m sure if something happened to me, someone would do the same. Would that avenger be you, my dear Selesia?”
The above clouds parted from the force of a magenta line. This laser beam was on a direct course for Altair. With a second to spare, the floating woman spun away. The attack hit the ground and ran up to leave behind a smoking line of charred remains.
Magane and the others looked up to see a towering mecha descend from the heavens. Under the moonlight, its obsidian armor shined like a precious jewel. Its helmet and metallic body made its entire body appear daunting. This design attributed to the Gigas Machina, a huge robot that once belonged to Rui Kanoya. The mistress knew inside, Selesia stood in the cockpit with hands wielding holographic controls.
“Interesting,” Altair mused. A set of blades flew in a circle formation around her body. “How is she able to control the mecha?”
“Ripped all the bio-machinery from that shonen boy’s body and gave manual control to Selesia.” Magane spoke the line off of a mental script she prepared in case anybody asked. “It’s a bunch of techno I looked up. All that matters is my baby momma is about to join the fight.”
The Gigas flew to the ground. When its boosters stopped spitting fire, its feet slammed into the ground. The earth shook from the landing; the mecha looked down at its target: Altair.
“Sorry, but nobody will ever hurt the mistress while I’m here.” Selesia’s new ride stood up to full height. Yellow lines ran across its body. The source of this extra energy came from the ebony backpack it carried on its back, an attached battery generator and storage container. “And by the time we’re done with you, you will kneel before her, bitch, just like everyone else.”
Alicetelia and her dragon flew to a different side with arm upraised for a charging, purple volt. Magane’s spirit helpers took up positions near their master. The mistress herself tugged on the edges of her gloves with a wicked sneer. Altair didn’t fear this challenge; she retained her grin as blue pixels shed from her body to warp the space around, all done to prepare for the battle that would bring about the apocalypse.