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The trip back from the jacket isles takes way longer than she would like. Much longer, too much longer. Way too long. If they could actually fly back at this point it'd be easier but her Queen's wings aren't enough to carry Lisa and Arceus knows she and Ann can't do it. Lee doesn't even have wings. He has those water jets. Hmmm, those water jets are very good at pushing the right way and- focus.

Focus on getting home. Then focus on all the way they can kiss and suck and make her-FOCUS.

Damned Ultra Beast pheromones. Those assholes knew exactly what they were fucking doing. She knows for a fact that they know how to fuck (a brain bleaching moment if it wasn't incredibly hot at the time coming from her Queen's mouth) and what their pheromonal shit does to normal people. Stupid fucking hormones….

She needs to put her brain's attention on something else. Like Lisa. Wait no, not like that. It's just…

Lisa. Her queen's adopted child. Effectively the hive's child.

Her child.

She was going to be taking care of a child.

Is it weird that her dreams are coming true and that she's very excited? She's astronomically excited.

That's not weird right?

She's going to be a mother. She's. Going. To. Be. A. Mother!

Okay maybe not a biological mother but she's going to be taking care of Lisa. She could dress the girl up in cute clothes. Take her to school. Watch her fall in love. The girl wasn't a hybrid like they were, but she would love her all the same. They all would. She would love her like she would love her Queen. Pay attention to her like she would pay attention to her Queen. It's very hard not paying attention to her Queen (her horniness) and the child.

Wait that came out wrong. Not like she was horny for the kid just….

She needs to get her thoughts in order.

It's so hard though! Her Queen did the thing. The confident power walk. Heels in front of each other, her chest squared and framed by her wonderful, wonderful wings. The same kind of walk she's doing right now in front of her as they walk towards their home. She looks sexy okay? She'd hurry up and try to jump her Queen right now but she's holding Lisa in her hands right now…

Lee owes her a favor, right?

She makes her way over to the big loveable blind warrior. "Hey Lee, can you do something for me?" It's a whisper, small and quiet but it's low enough that her Queen and Ann probably won't hear it.

"Wha-" It's a low grumbly thing that gets cut off with a quick peck on the cheek. He's cute when he blushes like that, his composure dropping like a bird with an iron ball. His flailing of a distraction to place Lisa in his arms. It's very cute. Seeing the usually unflappable man cradle the slumbering Lisa in his arms. Like a proud and confused father. She'd take a pic but no phone (damn you, tradition!).

"Thank you, Lee!"

With Lisa's weight off her, she can fly quickly towards her Queen. It's a simple matter to quickly latch onto her Queen's arms. She can feel her tense. Muscles squeezing in her Queen's arms, a hive being controlled and placated as to not attack, march, sting, protect.

"Beth what are you, where's Li-"

"In Lee's arms. It's very cute. But right now, what's more important is when we get home."

That's the look she wants. That slight misstep before her walk becomes way more pronounced. The look in her eye that she's been wanting and craving for the past 2 hours.

"Y'know, clinging to my arm without telling me is going to get you in trouble."

"I'm aware."

"Like how aware you were every time you spoke out today?"

"Yes, my queen."

"You are in for a world of trouble."

"I can handle it."

Arceus, tonight cannot come quick enough.

Full. Pain. She's so fucking full. She's made a mistake. She's made so many mistakes. Her queen was quick to work and she's being made an example of right now. She's clenching around the dildo and it's wonderful and please for the love of all that is good continue the buzzing!

"Coming again so quickly? Tonight's, going to be long for you."

She'd respond normally with some kind of retort, something, anything to speak her mind to her Queen. All she has though are muffled words covered in her drool, squirming movements that were entirely too restricted, and eyes that were begging for more.

She can hear the laborious breaths of Lee behind her.

Her vision had gone black with white creeping near the edges of it. That's not a good sign, right?

"My light, I was asking you a question."

Shit. What was the question? She wasn't listening. Oh god what was the question….

Fuck.

Fuck shit fuck oh fuck.

It's..fuck.

It's vibrating way worse (it's just hitting the right places and it's fucking everywhere!)… and it's moving. It's moving? Oh. fuck it's moving.

Oh fuck IT'S MOVING. It was already well in place before and fuck. She's clenching harder on it now because she really, really wants it to buzz harder and touch everything and please she's been a good girl mistress just, please don't do that thing again to her tits.

Respite.

A brief respite as that dildo in her cunt stops fucking moving. It's still buzzing mind you. Lord is it still buzzing. But it's not going deeper, and her tits are untouched thank fuck. She's very happy (she's very unhappy, Arceus please!)

"I will ask again my light; would you like to stop?"

It's not a mercy. It's not a pity. It's confirmation. She has to remind herself of that sometimes, that her queen isn't viewing her as weak. Just normal. That even if she were to back out, to use their safe gesture, she wouldn't be ridiculed as weak.

She can't shake her head as much as she would like. Not for a lack of trying, just her hair is tied up to the ceiling. It's painful to shake but she can handle it. Her left wrist is encircled, captured in a jeweled bracelet. The other much the same. Grasping, feeling the fibrous rope holding her wrists in place, she tugs thrice on her left. She's fine. She can handle it.

Bring it on.

"Wonderful. How about you my blade? Still think you can last?"

"O…of course my queen. Anything for you." Lee. Arceus damned, Lee's a pleaser.

She hasn't noticed that the buzzing had stopped. It's still making its presence felt but it's not buzzing maddingly. Just giving her that nice full feeling. Nice…Full feeling? No it's…something else.

ANN.

Fucking WHY NOW. It's. Shit. Fuck. Oh, Fuck that's so good. Little tickles on her nips. Energy gathering almost even penetrating through the flesh. Ann's gotten so damned good at this. It's like there's a tongue is there. It's surrounding her tits. It doesn't have that wetness of saliva to it, just warmth and softness. Lips. They suckle and press and flipping hell THAT IS NOT FAIR. THEY ARE DOUBLE TEAMING HER AND BOTH OF THEM ARE ACROSS THE FUCKING ROOM. You should not be able to- FUCKING SHIT OW!

"Pay attention please my light."

Okay so Ann can spank her from across the room now. That's… new.

"For your inability to pay attention and your little outbursts today, you'll receive 10 spanks. Hard. Count them."

Hard? How the fuck are they going to be ha-SHIT FUCKING OW.

Ow fuck what the shi- FUCK. That hurts, what the hell! Her ass already hurts from sitting on her heels all night. AGHHHHH. Okay that's two. Just 8 more to SHIT. 3. It's hard to draw air, she's breathing harder and har- FOUR FUCK. 6 more just six more. Fuck it hurts so good. Is she…yeah that's, that's relaxing. It feels like someone is rubbing circles in her ass. Crass but it's so comforting against the fire that have been hailing down on her. It's enough for her to almost FUCKING FUCK OW. FIVE. FIVE. LEFT. TO. SHITTY ASS SIX.

God that one hurt. Are they getting harder? They feel like it. She's glad the dildo isn't rumbling right now cause she's fairly certain that if it were she'd probably have cum FUCK. SEVEN. Seven motherfucking hits to her ass it's not going away, it stings like a bitch…..oh fuck that feels good.

Wait…she did this a little right before the last one too right? Yeah Ann did this lovely smothering motion on her backside and it felt warm and soothing and- FUCK.

Okay that's 8. That' s definitely 8. 8 slaps to her ass and she really, really just wants the next two to come now okay? Listen. If those next two come now she might get a chance to come again and again and that'll be fine and she won't have to deal with this again maybe tonight. Just two more. It's just tw-ONE! ONE MORE. Her ass hurts so god damn. She feels like it's hotter than curry. Would that make these wonderful motions that Ann's making her blowing? Blowing and curry huh….man if her ass is curry she really wishes someone would eat it….maybe she could blow Lee while they're at that. Get a real spit roast going for her queen to enjoy… When's the last one coming? She suspected the last one would take a while but-

There. Fuck there. Oh god that one felt good. Not good like puppies and rainbows just….good. It's satisfying. She feels like she just ran a marathon and that adrenaline of finishing is really in her system and god does she really want to get finished now. She's all pent up and-

THE FUCK?

WHY'D THEY CONTINUE? Her eyes turn wide as she turns to the pair causing her dilemma. They hurt her and continued. Why'd they continue? Shouldn't they have stopped at ten? Her queen is looking at her sternly and Ann is making that face of…wonderment. Wonderment? She's getting punished. Wait no that's her face of "science". She's not some fucking experiment where they do a fucking countdown and wait for a…result. They're waiting for her to count it.

The order was to count.

Ann smacks her ass again. It hurts…but she's not sure what hurts more right now, her ass or her pride. It's her ass for the record but it's closer than she'd like to admit. It's a small enough motion for her to do. Her thumb closes over her fingers as she grips the rope in her right hand. One.

She holds her breath and the second spank hits harder than she was expecting. She hadn't cried from the first ten, but now seemed like the time where she was going to. She feels them, little pinpricks of pressure seeping out of the corner. Two tugs on the rope. Two tears spilling. This one's way different from the first ten. It's got more sensation to it; pinprick points that sting way more than the earlier ones. It's very much like a hand…to a scary degree.

There's that soothing stroking again. It cups and conforms to her butt. It's not degrading. She doesn't feel like an object or some piece of meat. She feels loved. Cherished. There's bit of pinch to this stroking, a caress of the thumb that goes a lot deeper than she'd expect a non-tangible force to deliver. If she could see her ass up close, she's sure there would be an indentation…and a lot of marks. It's comparable to a stove top almost, burning circles red hot from the sting of a frying pan.

Slap! That one was audible. The others while satisfying had a more muted tone. That last one though? A lot more noise. 3 tugs. Bleary eyes turn to see the occupants of the room. Her queen is enjoying herself, watching her favourite sub got humiliated like this. Lee, the queen's ever loyal blade, is grunting gruffly in his corner. He looks like he's about come undone (she's very close as well). Ann is watching, the executioner of this day's delectable torture. A delightful, sadistic smile. She usually only gets that when seeing her or Lee cry out in sweet agony.

Did she cry out and not know? It's possible, her vocal cords had already been torn rotten from screaming all night. What's one more muffled sound to a silent cacophony?

F.o.u.r. It came and went quickly but she can still feel the effects, the marks that'll fade as the morning comes. Those ten first slaps must have been a good warm up cause these feel very different from the last. If that last one had been disruptive, this one was deadly. Precise. They had been hailing down from different places, but this one felt planned. Pronounced.

She's not really sure what's going to come next. The last 14 had already been torturous enough, enough that her motor has been fully cranked. She's purring harder than a jet engine motorcycle. There's going to be permanent teeth marks in this gag, though it's better than explaining a divot in the bottom her lips.

Clunk.

Behind her. It's behind her. That's not a noise she associates with Ann's powers. Or well it's not one she would assume is completely Ann. There's a bit of a high pitched frequency, the kind that she associates with radio static in her upper registrar. Tinges of that followed with clunking, long and hollow. A rattling that makes her excited for things to come…and worried knowing that for the foreseeable future she's not going to be able to sit down.

The queen's order are absolute though. She checks the rigidity of her restraints, loose enough now that she can comfortably bring them down. And down she will. Still on her knees, she lowers herself as dictated by routine. Her hair comes loose as her left cheek comes to rest on the floor, her back arched, her ass up and out. She's waiting for the lurch of the cables to draw her hands back, to give her the maximum amount of bearable discomfort. Her hands draw back slowly, bringing her shoulder with them as she's drawn backwards. It was familiar this pose, her queen's long time favourite. Something about wanting to somehow keep her in this pose forever when they were younger, less experienced.

It had happened, yet it didn't feel like much….

Could the paddle hurry up? She's reminiscing about something long ago. If she has enough time to reminisce, they have enough time to finish their rally. It's not clunking anymore. It's probably behind her. She's looking up. That's the thing to do right now, look into her lover's faces as she awaits her punishment.

Forgive her for being excited, she's been naughty.

THWACK.

Her body convulses forward, a scream that would shatter windows neutered by a simple red ball. She can't see, she can't. All she can see is red flowers petals in her peripheral. Sweat drips down her forehead, her body aching from the abuse it's received. It's hell. It's heaven.

It's a shame that her lips are empty. She could really use something there right now. Just push her over the precipice into the unthinking abyss.

There's something visceral about this moment. She's acutely aware of everything yet numb to it all. Her chest sagging forward, rising as she tries to claim air through blocked entrances. Her knees are roughed up, pushing forwards and back on the clean floor all night, paying the price so that her body can feel forbidden ecstasy's again. Her pussy. Wet. Aching. Empty. Her wrists are stiff, sore from hanging. Her left hand, the rope. She tugs 5 more times. What shall the 6th be? More physical? Psychic force?

Choking.

Choking? Nails graze her flesh as her neck fits comfortably within the groove of her queen's hand. So they're doing this today. Interesting. Fingernails press deep, promising a sweet release. Of air. Of pleasure. Of existence.

Only something's wrong. She can feel it. Her gag. She's gagged and choking should make her gag even more tight. Then why is it loosening? She can feel the tension slip away, the purchase that it should have loosening all at once. Well, that won't do. She's keeping it in there. She was ordered to by her queen.

The same queen who's holding her neck. Firm. Her body, it's rising. Her queen is kneeling in front of her. Her queen shouldn't be kneeling. It should be her kneeling for her queen.

Lips press into hers, her queen's lipstick staining hers as she feels the ball in her mouth give way. Nope. Even if it's her queen trying to take it out, she's not letting it out of her mouth. Her queen needs to order it out.

The visage of her queen retreats, her eyebrows quirked but frowning. She can't say nothing about it really. Her queen has given her the order to-

"My light, release the gag please"

As she was saying, her queen has ordered her to release the gag. It falls from her mouth, harness and all. She's still pent up. Excited. Ready to go…

Lips. Her queen's lips now unobstructed by a silly thing like a gag are now fully completing their conquest. There's nothing standing between her queen and her mouth.

Just like there's apparently nothing standing between that chastity belt and her nethers.

Fucking hell really?

She wants to moan her frustrations but really, there's nothing stopping her fate.

Fuck.

The belt clicks together. One restraint lost…one gained.

Can she have the ball gag back?

She's about to protest when she hears words that she dreads every time they have a session.

"Sleep."

No, no, no. Fuck no. She wants to have more fun. She…wants…to…show...her…queen a….good time.

A kiss is the last thing she remembers before the sweet blanket of night passes over her.

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