“What the hell is this stuff!?” Commander Taygon shouted.
Captain Ssulura ignored Taygon and kept on rubbing the clear, sticky, strong-smelling liquid all over her bound slave’s body, paying particular attention to Taygon’s abdominals and underboobs. “It’sss my persssonal oil,” Ssulura hissed with a playfully naughty smile, “It will cover you in my ssscent ssso any Pythonian anywhere will know you are my property.” Ssulura, ever so gently, traced an oily clawed nail down Taygon’s side and felt her flinch.
“AH!” Taygon yelped.
“Ticklisssh!?” Ssulura mused with a shark-toothed predatory grin.
“NO!” Taygon denied too strongly.
“Not even a little?” Ssulura asked rhetorically while tracing her fingers along Taygon’s toned abs and up her sides with both hands.
Taygon didn’t say anything, but her stomach clenched, her chest heaved, and her eyes watered as she resisted the urge to laugh out loud.
“What about here?” Ssulura cooed before flicking one of Taygon’s stiffening brown nipples with an oily thumb.
“AH!HA!NO!” Taygon gasped out in a single breath.
“How about now?” Ssulura teased before licking Taygon’s armpit.
“NoOOoo!!!” Taygon wailed in defeat.
Savoring Taygon’s lewd, sweaty flavor on her tongue, Ssulura was getting excited again. “Clossse your eyesss,” Ssulura ordered before pouring all the oil left in the bottle on Taygon’s face. Craving closeness and skinship, Ssulura coiled her snake tail around Taygon’s legs and waist, letting the oil spill across her body. Grinding against Taygon’s backside, Ssulura felt her clitoral bud rub between those shapely ass cheeks.
“W-What! *gasp* A-Are! *gasp* Y-You! *gasp* D-Doing!” Taygon stammered breathlessly in the embrace of her amorous predator.
“Fucking you!” Ssulura hissed dangerously while moving a free hand towards Taygon’s glistening slit. As her fingers slipped deep into Taygon’s pussy, Ssulura listened to the helpless moans of her defeated rival and knew, at that moment, she would never be satisfied with just one victory. Ssulura had won this battle, yes, but her war with Taygon would never be won until her slave’s burning desire for freedom was snuffed out, and replaced entirely with the desire to pleasure her Pythonian mistress. And perhaps, not even until Taygon only wanted pleasure from her.
Ssulura quickly pushed that last thought away. Seeking devotion over submission in a mate was weakness! And Ssulura was not weak! Leaving those thoughts behind, Ssulura returned to groping Taygon with renewed vigor! “Now be a good ssslave and cum for your missstresss at leassst twice!”
Taygon did not have the strength to resist her mistress’s command, and immediately gave up her first orgasm into Ssulura’s wet hand.
A full solar cycle later, Commander Taygon was presented to the crew of The Kilgori as their Captain’s war trophy. Wearing a modified slave harness with a golden collar, and silver nipple and clit clamps. Though she dutifully looked forward, standing beside Ssulura’s command throne, Taygon could feel the looks of lust and hatred being bored into her from every Pythonian on the bridge. To them, she was meat, meant to be fucked and eaten, in that order. And that was fine by Taygon. Let them think that. Let Ssulura think that. It would make them underestimate her. And when her chance came, Taygon would teach them all how lucky they were she was a vegetarian!
Tags: bondage, BDSM, restrained, monster woman, snake woman, lamia, naga, huge dildo, femme domme, female dominant, comic, sci-fi, armpit, licking, fisting, groping, scissoring
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Story by Indesiful |
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Artwork by MisterEye |
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