My Awakening

My Awakening

 

Part 9

 

I woke up quickly. Something was wrong. Something was threatening me and I wasn't where I should be. I knew this all within the moment of waking up. Maybe it was the reason I awoke. I opened my eyes. Everything was wrong. I was not in my room, though I was. Everything lacked color, even for the middle of the night. I got up. I got up too quickly, as though the thought of getting up was enough to actually do it, physical movement irrelevant. I was standing on my bed, and I noticed a person floating by the foot of my bed. She was a glowing thing, who lacked form until I looked at her. When she had form, she was beautiful. She had long, flowing air that seemed to be floating about her head as though she were swimming, which was a pearly, glowing blond. In fact, her whole form was glowing slightly. Her skin was soft and perfect, though it, too, was pearly. She was wearing an intricate,white, gold-trimmed, robe that showed off her beauty while hiding it. She had large, feathery wings.

You have violated mortals. You have warped their minds to further your unholy lusts. You are villainous. I will give you one chance to repent.

Her words were unspoken, but they were obviously hers. I'm usually a somewhat reasonable guy, but I was infuriated by her mere presence. I felt like I should teach her a lesson for annoying me and interrupting my aims without warning. My body was changing. No, it was... materializing. I lacked a form until that moment. I was like myself, but different. I felt at home in the form I was becoming. I had become massive, my anger could be felt as heat. My body, as I could see it, was powerfully muscled, covered in red scales, and I had a dark power radiating from it. My arms, however, didn't quite have a form. I could... shape them with my mind. Another interesting quality of this body; My groin was the same as my arms. I shaped the areas in the first way I thought to. My arms were long tendrils, numbering six per side. My groin was the same, the tendrils being huge phallus es. I laughed a roar.

This is no joke, repent or die.

I said, in the same sort of non-voice as she did, though it was more masculine and malevolent, You'll have to give me a moment. You see, I'm a tentacle monster, something I never thought existed, let alone thought I was.

Vile creature! Die! From somewhere behind herself, she drew a large, fiery sword. She did not look to have the strength to hold it, but she was about to cut me in half. I used my tentacle arms to grab her arms and legs before she could actually swing her weapon at me. She looked furious, and tried to pummel me with her wings, which I now realized were very large. I used some of my arms to grab her wings. I was amazingly strong in this form. I was holding her immobile. I added a tendril to each leg, just to be safe. I wrapped my tendrils around her limbs, squeezing them. She dropped her sword, and it disappeared.

How have you attained such power in so short a time, demon?

I don't know, whore.

She seemed ashamed, she knew what I was going to do. She was angry. I could feel her anger. She would not look at me. I forced her head my direction. You will suffer for your insolence, I told her. My two free tentacles ripped her robe off of her and I spread her limbs far apart. She had huge breasts for her size, larger than her head, and they were perky as though they defied gravity. Though, gravity seemed to hold little sway in that false reality, wherever I was. I wrapped one of my free tentacles around her head , to keep it my direction. The last tentacle I wrapped tightly around her torso, and I squeezed her so that, had she needed to breath, she would be unable to. She seemed mostly uncomfortable, though. Good.

I am Mishilaka, holy angel of the third chorus. Though I am defeated, your fate is sealed in your act.

Shut up, I moved my phallic tentacles towards her. The first rubbed her cunt, which seemed mortal enough in composition. Another went up to her mouth. Her mouth was closed, but my tentacles were strong. Very strong. It forced it's way in. I fucked her throat with it. Again, if she needed to breath, she would be in trouble, but it was obvious now that she did not. I loved that picture. Her mouth wasn't particularly large, and my tentacle was stretching her mouth out. She was crying. Two of my phallic tentacles I used to wrap around the base of her breasts tightly. They ballooned with the force, until they felt hard. It was apparent that, while she didn't need to breath in the normal sense, she did have a circulatory system. Her limbs and tits began turning red, darkening slowly.

I moved another tentacle to her ass. She did have one, I discovered. The tentacle at her pussy and the one at her ass I shoved in hard and quickly, at the same time. She had a look full of pain, but made no noise. I fucked her pussy and ass as hard as I could. I pumped the tentacles around her tits, keeping them tight. That felt good, but not as good as ravaging her holes. I still had an extra tentacle. I decided I'd see how stretchy she was, so I shoved it in her cunt. It was actually difficult to do. She still looked like she was in pain. The thought pleased me. I had a horrible hatred towards her. I sprouted two extra tendrils from my arms, and began to beat her while I fucked her. I concentrated my assault on her breasts and ass, but I eventually assaulted every part of her body. She simply watched me with hatred and pain in her eyes the whole time.

I paused time. It worked. That odd place didn't prevent me from doing that. You are my wholly obedient slave. If I ever tell you to do anything, you will do your best to do it. If you fail, you will immediately report to me for your punishment. You will no longer attempt to slay me, but you will argue on my behalf, regardless circumstances, in all ways. I started time. The hatred in her eyes changed. She was now in pain, while seeming apologetic. The tentacle in her mouth came, and it felt better than any orgasm I had ever had before. I replaced it with one of the ones around her tits. That gave me an idea. I began to circulate tentacles. The one from her mouth went to her right tit, the one from her right tit to her left. The one on her left tit would enter her cunt, and one from her cunt would enter her ass, the one that was previously in there would rotate up to her mouth. I did this for some long amount of time, though I wasn't sure if time had a standard meaning. Each tentacle took each position at least four times, though. It seemed like hours. I eventually came, from all tentacles, at the same time. I released her, retracting all of my tentacles. She fell to the ground in a puddle of cum, exhausted. She slowly got to her knees and bowed. I apologize, Master. I will do everything in my power to earn your favor. She disappeared. Satisfied in my victory, I consciously left here, to reality. I fell down onto my bed, and bounced. I was in my normal, physical, body, with two women sleeping next to me.

I got up quietly, wondering if what I just experienced actually happened. It seemed in every way real, but it could have easily been a dream. I heard a car door outside, and walked towards my bedroom door, on my way to the room leading to the garage. I stepped in a puddle at the foot of my bed. It was sticky and slimy. I paused and wiped some from my foot onto my hand. I smelled it. It smelled salty. Well, I wasn't going to assume that's what it would be, had my cum from my... dream... thing seeped into reality, onto my floor, so I walked downstairs, to wait for whomever just arrived.

The doorbell rang. I walked back up the stairs to the front door. I could see someone behind it. A young girl, pert and skinny. Blond. I recognized her, the host of the party a couple nights ago. I didn't expect to see her this soon, if ever again. She smiled at me as I got to the door. I opened the door, and noticed she had a rolling suitcase behind her. However, she let go of it, and threw herself on the floor at my feet. She began begging to serve me. Exactly what she said I couldn't quite make out, as I was still groggy and she was speaking quickly, past tears. I sent the video to her just yesterday. I didn't even expect her to get it, yet. She was wearing, as I noticed, a very short, jean skirt. Her groveling on the floor exposed her ass entirely, so I could tell she was wearing a thong. Above that was a jean jacket with long sleeves. I didn't quite see the shirt underneath it.

"Stop groveling, slave."

She sat up, on her knees. She began thanking me for accepting her, asking what she could do for me. I could see, now, that she was wearing nothing but a bra underneath her jacket.

"Slave, I must ask you to prove your loyalty before you're wholly accepted."

"Anything, Master."

"First of all, you are not allowed to ever wear clothes in this house. Ever." She stood up immediately and pulled down her skirt and thong while she did, then removed her jacket, followed by her bra. "Now, what did you bring in your suitcase, there?"

She turned around and brought it inside. She lied it down and opened it, revealing little in the way of clothes. Mostly it was toiletries and lingerie. There were also dildos of varying sizes, as well as other, miscellaneous sex equipment. "Do you approve, Master?"

"Where did you get all those sex toys?

"I sold many of my things and bought them so that you had a wider variety of options with me, Master."

I reached in, and pulled out a very peculiar dildoesque thing. It was a four inch dildo, possibly designed for putting into an untrained ass. It was very thin and had a bulge every half inch or so, increasing in size nearer the bottom. It's maximum width seemed about three eighths of an inch. "This... what is it?"

"Master, that is urethral dildo. I never knew they existed until I saw it, and I wanted you to have many options available with me, so I got it."

"You don't think a dildo in your urethra would hurt?"

"I didn't really think about it, Master. It can't hurt too badly if people willingly used them."

"Stand in front of me, spread your legs, and put your hands on your head. Open your mouth and suck on this." I placed the dildo in her mouth after she got in position and she sucked on it.  I removed it from her mouth and felt around her cunt. I discovered her urethra right under her clit. I moved the dildo to it, and pressed it in about one of the four inches. I looked up at her. She was looking at me with a scrunched up face. I could see a tear falling down one cheek.

"Master, it does hurt! Badly! Please stop!"

"Is that decision yours to make?"

"No, Master." She said, as she turned her head slightly, as though preparing for more pain.

"You bought this so that I could use it on you. I will. You just do what I say, and I won't make you keep it in all day."

"Yes, Master."

I pushed it in deeper, but slowly. I watched her face as I did. Tears fell from her face freely by the time another inch was in. I fucked her urethra slightly with it, as I worked it past the next bump. I got it past, and there were three left, all three increasing in size. As I began working the next bump in, she began sobbing loudly, moving her head from side to side, as though that might help ease the pain. I got that one in, and started on the next one. It was actually beginning to get difficult to get this one in, so I had to work her a bit harder. She looked down just in time to see the second to last bump enter her.

"Master, I beg you, please stop. I learned not to make assumptions. Your point is proven. May I please be used in some other way?"

I pressed the last bump into her, and she gasped when it got in. She looked at me. Her make-up was all over from her crying.

"Never ask me for mercy. If I feel merciful, I'll be merciful. You are mine, to do with as I please. You have no say in anything, anymore."

"I understand, Master." She seemed calmer. The pain was probably easier to deal with when the dildo wasn't moving.

"Now, do you wish to be my slave, my property, my toy? Will you obey me, no questions asked, doing anything, and I mean anything, I command you to do?"

"Yes, Master, I am yours in every way, I have no purpose except in serving you!"

"Then, with that dildo in place, grovel and beg to be my slave, again."

With that, she immediately fell to her knees and hugged my ankles, kissing my feet. Between kisses, she begged to serve me, to be my slave, my whore, my slut, anything she could think of that I might want to use her as, she mentioned how she has no reason in life except to serve me, had no emotion except in her happiness to serve me. She went on for about five minutes before Susan came down the stairs and wrapped her arms around me. It was obvious she was jealous, but didn't want to anger me in trying to get me to do stop or pay more attention to her.

"Sir, are you going to accept her?" She asked, worriedly.

"That's what I'm deciding now. I'm seeing if she really is willing enough to be my slave, as you are."

"Sir, I love you. Thank you for accepting me."

"I could do the same to you, you know."

"Sir, I would grovel for eternity."

"Even with a urethral dildo all the way in?"

"Sir?" Susan looked at me, questioningly.

I turned to the girl on the floor and said, "Slave, you are welcome into my house, but you will be punished severely if you ever fail in your duties."

The girl on the floor got up slowly, obviously due to the pain. However, she was very excited and threw her arms around me in a hug, "Master, you will be thankful you made this choice! I will serve you in every way and until the end of time!"

Susan hugged my arm a bit closer. The newest slave slowly spread her legs, and shoved her cunt towards me, softly. When she came into contact with me, though, she moved it back suddenly with a slight groan.

"Slave," I said to her, "did you bring any more of those?"

"Yes, Master. I bought three, not being sure how or if you'd ever use them."

"Good, take your suitcase into the living room, and lean down in front of the chair, with your legs together. Get one out, and insert it into Susan, here's, urethra."

"Sir, the one in me is the smallest. I bought one of each size. Which would you like me to use on her?" She asked me, as she walked into the living room.

"The next size up."

I began walking Susan into the living room, and she seemed to hesitate, but she came with me.

"Sir... I don't know her very well... are things supposed to go into my... my pee hole?"

"Just sit in the damned chair, with your pussy up near the edge, and spread it with your hands. Make sure your legs are spread very far apart the whole time."

When we got to the chair, the newest slave was already in position and watching us, with a vague expression of pain on her face. Susan sat in the chair from the side, being careful not to kick the new girl. She looked at me, then back to the new girl, and spread her legs. It was obvious she was embarrassed. She looked at me as she spread out her pussy lips with her hand. The newest slave licked the urethral dildo and began shoving it up Susan. Susan got teary eyed and made pouting noises before turning her attention to her crotch. There were about three and a half inches to go, and near the bottom of the dildo the last bump was about half an inch thick, maybe a bit less. She began crying, and she shut her eyes.

"Come to my bedroom when you're done with that, both of you." I said, as I grabbed the third urethral dildo out of the suitcase and went to my room. When I got to my room, I grabbed a bottle of lube and lubed it up. I spreed Amanda's legs and felt her pussy. She seemed to begin waking, and get a bit aroused. I found her urethra, and placed the dildo against it. With one shove, I got an inch and a half in.

Amanda shot up and grabbed at her crotch, yelling, "AH! What are you doing?!"

She reached for the dildo, but I motioned for her to stop, "You will never be able to drink my cum again if you resist me in any way, ever. You're my slave, remember?"

She moved her hands to the side and said, "Yes, Master, but I think you've missed my..."

"I didn't miss, I was aiming for your urethra." I said, as I began pushing it in slowly.

"Master, It hurts!" She said, moving a bit to avoid it going deeper.

I slapped her across her face and said, "Never question me. Unless you want to loose your privilege of drinking my cum, the privilege of serving me, of course."

"No, Master, I would do anything for you, to keep that privilege!" She said, as she stopped moving and spread her legs in acceptance of her fate.

"Then put this all the way into your urethra yourself!"

Amanda began pushing it into herself. She had a look full of pain, but she was pushing slowly enough that she could handle it. This was the largest of the urethral dildos. It was about five inches long, and easily half an inch wide at the bump before the base. She began having a hard time at about half way.

"You have three minutes, slave."

She pressed harder, and began crying. Within one minute she got it most of the way in. She had only the last bump to go. She slowly fucked her urethra with the dildo until it could fit. By the time it was in, both Susan and the new girl had come into the room.

"All of you, stand near the corner of the bed," I said, as I sat at the corner of the foot of the bed nearest the door. "All of you, face me, and fuck the urethral dildos the length of the last bump."

The girls did as I commanded, and they were each groaning as they did, tears flowing out of their eyes.

"Now, we're going to play a game. Starting with the new girl, rotating from her, to Susan, to Amanda, back to her, you will each take turns lowering down and fucking my dick with your ass. You will do that for five full strokes, all the way from the head, down until you're sitting with your weight on my dick. You may stop fucking the dildo while fucking my dick with your ass. Whomever of you gets me to cum will be allowed to remove your urethral dildo. The other two of you must keep them there except to go to the bathroom for the rest of the day. Now, turn around and begin." Just before the new girl placed my dick in her ass, I lubed myself up.

She lowered herself down and placed my dick against her asshole. It took her about ten seconds, but she got her full weight on my lap. She took a moment to adjust so that she could raise herself, so I watched the other two fuck the dildos. They were watching the new girl, but were fucking the dildos about one stroke per second. They were obviously in pain, but the tears were slowing down. As the new girl began moving up my dick, I realized she was squeezing my dick with her ass. The next four strokes, though faster than the first, she did the same thing. Then she got up and winked at me, then looked to the floor when she began fucking the dildo. She had a messed up face, but did not cry. She then watched Susan, who was already all the way sitting on my dick. She seemed to sit there for a couple seconds. She went up slowly, too. It took her about ten seconds to got up, then almost 15 to get back down. Of course, she sat there for a moment more.

"Susan, why are you going so slowly?"

As she went up, slowly still, she said, "Sir, this does not hurt as much as fucking the dildo, even though it's still all the way in."

"Susan, from now on, you fuck the last two bulges, instead of only the last one, and you must do it as fast as you were. Hurry up on my dick, or face further punishment."

"Yes, Sir!" She said, as she went down in under a second. She went up in the same amount of time, and finished her turn just as quickly.

Before Amanda's turn, I reapplied some lube, as the other two girls used some up with their own asses. Amanda didn't pull herself up and push herself back down as the other two, as a whole body motion. Amanda leaned back and humped my dick with her ass, using almost only her thrusts to fuck my dick with. She seemed to enjoy what she was doing. She even played with the end of the dildo and touched her clit with her free hand while doing it. When she stood back up, she didn't seem as bothered by the dildo, though Susan was crying pretty hard, and I watched her fuck the last two bulges a couple times before the new girl sat down.

They each continued in that general manner for an hour. The new girl got a bit faster, and learned to clench her ass a bit harder on the up-strokes. Susan got slow again, so I told her to hurry up and that she will be punished. Her punishment would get worse if she slowed again. Amanda, after about ten minutes, seemed to really get into it. She fucked my dick the fastest, and eventually continued fucking the dildo and rubbing her clit even while she was fucking my dick with her ass. While she was standing, her other hand was used to rub her tits as she watched the other girls get to work on my dick. Since she seemed to enjoy it, I had her fuck an additional bulge twice, so that she got up to three. I asked her how she could enjoy that, and she replied that she didn't. She said that she enjoyed the idea of me cumming, and that thought aroused her, making it feel good. Alone it hurt badly, she added.

I had been holding back my cum for the greater part of the hour, so I decided to cum in the new girl's ass. After all, I already said something about not making her have the dildo in all day. On her last stroke, I held her down, and humped her ass full of cum. I came for a long time, again. When I was able to comprehend what was happening, again, I saw Amanda leaning over me, fucking her urethra with the dildo still, waiting to see my cum. Susan had sat down on the bed, she was crying.

When the new girl pulled her ass away, a bit of cum dripped out, but most stayed in. I had her get in the doggy position in the middle of the bed, and I motioned for Amanda to lick me clean. When I was clean, I motioned for her to get whatever cum out of the new girl's ass as she could. I walked Susan down to the basement, where the cop was sleeping on the pool table, spread eagle like the first night. Susan made the walk slowly, obviously due tohow uncomfortable the dildo was.

"Susan, where are the clothes you brought with you?" I asked.

She had stopped fully crying, though she was still obviously sad and in a bit of pain, she pointed and said, "In that hamper, Sir."

"Get your shortest skirt and your lowest cut shirt. You're going to wear that to the store today, you're opening."

"What about this?" She asked, as she moved a finger next to her cunt, where the base of the dildo was visible.

"Leave it in. All day. In fact, if anyone sees it, tell them that they can use it to fuck your urethra for five minutes, for only $25. You may bring them behind the counter and have them kneel down so they can't be seen, and ring people up, but go through paper work and tell people they'll have to wait for any other kind of help. If the person fucking your urethra with the dildo seems concerned they're hurting you, fake an orgasm and press against the dildo as though it feels good. They may record on a camera what they're doing for 25 additional dollars, and they may buy multiple five minute blocks, all in a row. No coming back for more until the next day. If someone buys two units, during the second one, you must finger yourself, either pussy or ass, your choice, for the entirety of the time past the first five minute block. If you start bleeding, or anything, then this rule does not apply. If someone sees it, tell them it's none of their business, but leave it in and go about the business day. Do you have that?"

"Yes, Sir." Susan said, bowing her head slightly. "Can I try to cover it up so people don't see, though?"

"Of course, this rule is simply your punishment for going slowly earlier. However, you must make sure at least one person sees it. They must be male, and they must appear to still be able to be sexually active, but they may be anyone you choose otherwise."

"Yes, Sir." She said, as she pulled out a skimpy skirt and a small shirt from the hamper. The skirt was about eight inches long, so it's wholly possible someone may just see the dildo on accident, after all. It was a tight black spandex looking material. Her shirt was a black and white button up, but the last button was well below where her cleavage started, and it showed off her belly. She put them on, and modeled them for me. She did it slowly, of course, because of the urethral dildo, but she gave a decent show anyhow. Before leaving, she kissed me and told me she loved me. She thanked me for allowing her to serve me, and she would never think of doing anything to offend me on purpose. Then she left.

I got back to my room, and the new girl was still as I told her to be, but Amanda was laying down next to her, holding her snatch next to the dildo, rubbing it as it was sore. The new girl's dildo was still in. They stopped talking when I came in and walked over to them. I reached to the new girl's cunt and removed the dildo quickly. She moaned in pain and clenched her eyes shut, then breathed a sigh of relief after a moment.

"You may both lay down and get comfortable, except you may not remove the dildo, Amanda."

They both lied down, though Amanda simply moved a bit.

"Master,"began Amanda, "I had an orgasm when I ate the cum out of her ass. I love your cum, Master! Thank you for letting me have so much!" She looked at me lovingly, as the new girl was doing.

"Do you enjoy getting ass-fucked?" I asked them both.

"Of course, Master!" Amanda said with a serious look on her face, "Getting ass-fucked makes you cum! Nothing in the world is better than that!"

The new girl replied after Amanda, "I do not enjoy it, but I will do anything for you, Master. In fact, I'd say I hate it, but it pleases you, and that's my purpose in living."

"Good. I need to test something. New slave, pretend you're a dirty old man, who doesn't care for the comfort of Amanda in the least. You find it exciting fucking her with the urethral dildo, and you have just bought half an hour, so that you could fuck her with it as long and as hard as you wish. Amanda, this gentlemen (pretend she's a dirty old man who's fully clothed) has just purchased half on hour, in which he may fuck your urethra with that dildo as long as hard as he wants. After five minutes, finger your vagina or ass, your choice. If he shows any worry over hurting you, fake an orgasm, pressing your cunt against his strokes. Now, go sit in my chair, and both of you get started."

I watched Amanda sit down and spread her legs, watching the new girl kneel between her legs as I put pants on, so that she couldn't distract herself by looking at my penis. She was fearful. The new girl looked at me after sitting, placed her hand on the end of the dildo, then looked at Amanda and began fucking her urethra with it. It was obvious Amanda was using a lot of her will-power not to close her legs, and she began groaning with each in thrust. Eventually, the new girl began working more and more into and out of Amanda. She got to the point she was pulling it all the way out except for the end, and putting it all the way back in. By then, Amanda had begun fingering her asshole with her right hand, which was under her leg. She was obviously holding back tears. After about ten minutes, she seemed to get used to it, and she simply moved around a bit as she was getting fucked by it. Then, however, the new girl sat looking at Amanda's snatch for a moment while the dildo was most of the way out. She suddenly shoved it all the way in, violently.

Amanda lurched forward with a pain filled look in her eyes. Her legs were only still open because the new girl was in the way of them closing. Amanda almost shoved her away, or pulled out the dildo, but stopped her hand in the middle of the reaction and looped it behind the chair, grabbing the seat. The new girl did it again, then again. Each time, Amanda lurched forward, and she was no longer able to hold back her tears. She looped her feet around the legs of the chair, so her legs would stay open. She let out a cry each time.

"New slave, what are you doing? Just because you don't care if she gets hurt doesn't mean you want her to be hurt!"

She did not stop, but she explained to me as she continued, "Master, I am a horny old man who does not care about this woman. I'm in the last couple minutes of my time, and I'm pretending that I'm fucking her hard, with my own dick. It does not matter if she is hurt, I want only a fantasy to go home and masturbate to. If she gets hurt, it's her own fault in offering herself out as a whore."

"If she bleeds, you get the same treatment. Just keep that in mind."

"Yes, Master." She did not slow down. Amanda was, by now, used to the jabs. She was leaning back and fingering her asshole very slowly. She was staring off into space and breathing sharply, but she was not crying. Then, the new slave stopped. She left the dildo in all the way, and turned around to look at me. "Master, I'm done. Can I comfort her?"

"Yes."

She hugged Amanda tenderly, apologizing, saying she was only playing her role. She walked Amanda over to the bed, where they both lied down. The new girl cuddled with Amanda and moved her hair out of her face, apologizing. She explained how she had no choice but to play the role that her master gave her as well as she could. Amanda seemed to understand, though she kept her legs together and the dildo out of reach between them. I took off my pants and joined them in bed. I was very tired, this morning, and I went back to sleep with both girls hugging me. Susan repeated how thankful she was for my cum, before falling asleep.

 

End Part 9