A GeenaLovesMike Kinktober Story, told by Mike

Written by BoxingGloveLove

I had never seen Geena as upset with me as I had seen her yesterday.

It started off as just a normal conversation. Just a simple, little question asked me by my beautiful, dominant girlfriend.

Never in a million years would I have thought that it would have escalated into an argument, and then me losing my temper and idiotically yelling “Fuck No!” so loud that it echoed around the small apartment.

And over the STUPIDEST fucking shit too.

A dumb disagreement over the upcoming campus-wide Halloween party.

Not even worth dignifying, my shame is so bad. And the remorse that I feel is immense.

I hate it. I hate thinking about it.

It ended with my gorgeous Queen Geena rightfully slapping the taste out of my mouth instinctively right after my dumb outburst.

I knew immediately that I fucked up bad. But she looked stern. I just stood there, frozen, slap still burning on my cheek.

She pointed her finger to the ground, and with a no-nonsense voice she told me to strip.

I did exactly as she said, though I began to protest. I knew where this was going. She had told me before that she wanted to train me to feel comfortable naked…I totally didn’t.

She gave me an even sterner look, and my pathetic gripes turned into sincere apologies. I even folded the clothes into an extra neat pile and placed them nicely at her feet.

I saw the point of that lovely, manicured finger again. Geena had pointed it at the door, and told me not to bother talking to her until I had “learned my lesson”.

I walked backwards to the door, begging Geena not to make me walk out there naked.

Clack! Then she closed the door on me, revealing my bare ass to the entire balcony path and main staircase of her entire building.

I was damn near crying at her door, begging her forgiveness on bended knees. I told her frantically through the door that I already had learned my lesson…

I learned it the moment I saw her angelic face so…disappointed in me.

She had stood there so powerfully, during the argument. Like she would never cede an inch to her stupid, insolent sub. Like she wanted to strike my naked ass over and over without an ounce of her usual love and warmth. She had these hot, indignant tears pooling up in the corners of her usually flirty, benevolent eyes.

…But she said nothing to me from the other side of the door. She ignored me. I felt a deep, deep sadness chill me to my very soul.

I had to walk back to my place across campus completely in the nude. Intrusive feelings of depression, regret, and embarrassment tormented me the entire walk.

Tail between my legs is absolutely right, I thought glumly, trying to derive some humor from it all. It didn’t make me laugh.

Every now and then I’d get wolf whistles and hoots from overly excited State girls, or a double honk from a passing car. A happier, more confident fella would have probably felt flattered…but all I felt was shame. I didn’t want anyone seeing me at my lowest. I just wanted to see Geena, and grovel at her perfect feet. She is the goddess on the pedestal and the lady of my heart. How could I have fucked up this badly?

My merciful roommate Kyle let me inside the messy dorm room. A naked dude with his dick swingin’ around definitely wasn’t an uncommon sight at this school. This was a role that my friend Kyle played often. I knew that he would empathize. He could see how bummed I was immediately. He tried cheering me up for a bit, but quickly realized that it was an exercise in futility.

I could tell that my dark aura turned him off. He ended up going out that night with his girlfriend Sue.

One of Geena’s friends.

Ah damn it, goddess. I wished I could take it all back. I just wanted to fall into her loving arms, and nuzzle like an obedient pet into her snuggly, merciful bosom. I wanted her to hold me tight, kiss my head, and tell me that it was all going to be okay.

That she forgave me.

And then I wanted to fall to the floor all prostrate, kiss each toe, and make the solemnest of vows that I would NEVER disrespect her again.

I crashed early that night thinking of her, and how the whole thing should have played out differently. I felt so damn scared that night as I drifted off to sleep. Scared of Geena not loving me. Scared that I may not be able to fix it. Scared that she wouldn’t care enough to discipline me anymore. All of these nagging anxieties tucked me into my hard, Geena-less bed that night.

I just knew that this night was going to be a long one.

**********

I was standing in bone chilling water, somewhere in a deep, dark place.

Absolutely nothing was visible. There was no light in this place at all. I felt up my body to make sure I was all there.

Everything felt fine for the most part, except…

My penis. It was hard as a rock, even though I wasn’t aroused. Even though I was freezing. My hard shaft would not go down. It felt like some kind of invisible force was keeping it stiff and straining.

In the direction that my cock was pointing, I could hear the distant, spooky sounds of some far-off commotion…somewhere within this infinite, inky blackness. With great trepidation, I decided to follow my divining rod, and I began wading through it.

I was confounded by how hard I stayed while splashing through the coldest water I had ever touched. It was against the laws of nature!

The more I followed the sound, the colder and deeper the water seemed to get. I felt like I was an ice cube already, and I couldn’t feel my extremities. The loneliness of this dark, oppressive place got to me as well. It felt worse than any torture to be wading around aimlessly in such a place. I almost felt like giving up and staying put…but that wasn’t the thing to do. I had to press on.

Anywhere was better than here.

Little by little, though, and step by step, I made out more of the sound.

I recognized this particular type of racket, but I couldn’t quite put a name to the still faint noise. What was this super familiar sound?

The water got deeper and much colder. I was up to my chest in it. I started panicking when I felt it rise even more.

When the freezing water was at my chin, the cacophony came in as clear as a bell. The realization of what it was lightning flashed into my already overwhelmed and anxious mind.

It was laughter.

It was the sexy, derisive, ego-crushing, and almost musical laughter of what must have been a hundred, or even a thousand different women. The numbers had to be way too high for me to properly estimate. It sounded like a packed stadium.

All of a sudden, I felt the water heave, and it jerked me around like a small boat in a tempest sea. I screamed in shock. Was it a riptide? Some kind of rogue wave? A freaking vortex? Whatever the hell it was, it pulled me straight down into the fucking frigid water, my hard cock punching me in the stomach from the sudden drop. I held my breath for as long as I could, but the velocity pulling me down was too fast, and I felt like I was approaching a horrifying, watery death…

…But instead of drowning in misery, my eyes were instead blinded by an intense, all-consuming red light, as I felt myself falling right out of an infinite, blood orange sky.

I adjusted my vision to this new and aggressive light, and screamed with all my chest when I saw that I was actually tumbling down an infinitely tall, raging waterfall. Below me was a vast, craggy, magma flowing hellscape, replete with erupting volcanoes shaped like massive, fearsome dildos. Far off in the distance surrounding this infernal valley, my eyes popped out at the sight of an endless, jagged mountain range that perfectly resembled colossal statues of demonic dominatrices.

Their contemptuous looks and sexy, angry eyes filled my sore boner with an exciting type of fear. Some of them seemed to be pointing at me. Others seemed to be brandishing whips and crops. Others were smiling in cruel laughter, with blasts of fire shooting out from between their lips, resembling teasing tongues. The ones closest to the valley loomed over it, almost as if daring some brave, foolish soul to defy their rightful hegemony over this lava-scorched land.

All of this fire and brimstone was a far fucking cry from the lonely darkness I had just been ejected out of. I maintained my scream as I tumbled down, and down and down, being tormented and laughed at by all of the fearsome sights of this wicked place.

I came down with a massive splash into a deep pool of that very same bone chilling water, and I was submerged to the bottom. I felt the painful, heavy pressure of the water above my head. I swim like a madman to the surface, straining my muscles to their absolute limit. Goddamn, but this water was cold, and I was sick and tired of having to hold my breath.

I came up with a gasp as I grabbed onto a big, floating slab of ice. I groaned at having to hold onto something so cold. I attempted getting on top of the slippery fucking thing, but only managed to bump my still erect cock painfully against the side, and tumbled off back down into the water.

I heard the laughter of what sounded like hundreds of women ring out in ghastly unison again. This chorus of high pitched, withering cackles rung from somewhere high above me.

“Ah, ha, ha, ha! Marvelous! Encore! More! What a performance! That ordeal would have killed a lesser mortal!”

Holding onto the ice for safety, I looked up and shivered when I saw a giant pair of eyes, looking down at me.

These eyes were super sexy. They were shaped almost like my beloved Geena’s, but they had a slightly different slant, and a light of pure malevolence. The irises were shimmering, always shifting cauldrons of reptilian molten metal, and the sclera were a very dark gray, almost black. The skin around the eyes was an intimidating and feminine violet-red.

“Aww! Is my drink too cold for you, my little ice cube?” The pair of eyes lit up and taunted me. Her voice was an orchestra of every female voice that I ever heard, all playing at the same time. There was also a low grumble and something like a high-pitched screech in there, but faint.

A massive red finger with a long, black nail, lowered itself menacingly into the water next to me. I must have been three times smaller than the giant digit. It spun the water around powerfully, went back to where it came from, and created a mighty whirlpool. The ice slab that I was holding onto spun like a hellish carnival ride, and sent me with it.

“I was almost thinking of having you flavor my tea…that would have been a nice, scalding dip for you, right little thing?” The eyes retreated some and I saw the beautiful face of an absolutely demonic giantess.

Her pinup-style hair came down in deep, purple ringlets, and her sadistic smile showed sharp fangs on the ends. Atop her head was a crown so golden and with jewels so lustrous, that I had to squint to see them properly. On either side of the crown were curved, oddly sexy horns; like those of a ram. My bewitched boner ached and twitched just making eye contact with her.

“But, well, ha ha…” Her voice boomed slowly, making ripples in the water.

“You know what they say about people in hell and ice water!” The giantess licked her colossal, purple painted lips and puckered them. Like watching a freaking building move, she placed them threateningly against the tall edge of the deep pool I was splashing in…and she began to drink.

Suddenly I was swimming against the current like a salmon escaping the jaws of a hungry she-bear. I made the mistake of looking behind me, and saw the aperture between those infernal, yet sumptuous lips, and started losing speed.

I wasn’t on the swim team. My buddy Kyle was. Because I’ve boxed most of my life, I ended up with way too much upper body muscle to be too buoyant. I swallowed so much frigid water as I got slurped into the Demon Queen’s mouth, and it slowed me down even more. The current became too much for me, and I got sideswiped by a speeding ice chunk. It hurt, and I spun backwards like an air hockey puck.

Her laughter rang on and on inside my head. The constant humiliation made me feel so weak and powerless. I was a horribly inefficient ice cube inside a giant demon-atrix’s frozen chalice. I was less than nothing. The pretty purple lips drew ever closer, drinking me down fast.

My cock, which had inexplicably stayed hard throughout this entire ordeal, seemed to magnetize itself to the aperture between the two lips.

My eyes went wide, and then I shut them tight. I knew what was coming next.

I heard a demonic giggle, and then I felt the texture of silk all over my dick. Then I felt that ultra-soft feeling spread quickly all over my body, from my fingertips to my toes.

My brain went in and out of consciousness as I felt the hottest, most mind–shattering orgasm escape from my phallus like lightning.

I felt all of the tension forcibly removed from my balls, and my lower body went limp for a second.

After that second was up, I came to with a deep gasp, my upper body flailing and crashing impotently against the giant, plush cushion that kept me prisoner.

In a cold sweat, I felt the demon lips work me almost gently, throbbing and coaxing what seemed like liter after liter of semen from my abused cock. Aside from the occasional hard twitch of limbs, and spine I held on for dear life.

That first fucking orgasm lasted like an hour. Drawn out, tantalizing, and brain-erasing. My face changed involuntarily from a contorted grimace of pain, to a smiling gasp of immense pleasure. The giggles that the chorus of voices reverberated at me from behind those lips made me stay harder than diamonds…

And the notion that the Demon Queen knew that about me…

…Forced another giant orgasm from me. I simply couldn’t stop myself. She knew me better than I knew myself. That thought was so goddamn hot. I cursed myself for being such a slut.

Again, and again, and again, I came into the aperture, her lip-lock staining my entire body purple with lipstick.

I looked up and I saw that leering, perfect face, with her plush cheeks and flawless skin, holding me stuck in place with her plush, silken, and terrifying lips...

…And I felt a tremendous feeling of guilt scream louder and louder in the way back corner of my mind, deep within the sex haze.

I was giving my orgasms to someone other than Geena.

I cursed at my mind-of-its-own dick, and thought violently as to why the hell was it still so hard? My goddess granted me no permission for this!

With every bit of boxer’s muscles that I had, I pushed against her lips like it was that final, difficult pushup. With a crazy smile and a moan of deep pleasure, I saw and felt my cock slip from between her lips a bit. My raw, stupid animal struggles were beginning to help me out!

My heart sank when I felt her finger at my back. She pushed me back in effortlessly, and I felt another guilty orgasm coming on. I mouthed Geena’s name with hard, shut eyes as the lips bullied another liter from me.

Over and over, slurp by slurp, she absorbed everything I had like I was a lollipop. It was both torment and paradise. The dildo volcanoes on the horizon spewed blindingly-bright lava, and noxious smoke straight into the sky with every orgasm she stole from me. As my still hard penis struggled against the soft, yet impossible to escape pair of lips, I saw the faces of those looming, demon-atrix mountains. They were all laughing at me, no doubt enjoying the show. I growled in anger as I came again. Why the fuck won’t this thing go down, I thought drowsily covered in purple lipstick and cold sweat.

The Demon Queen pinched me between two of her long, onyx painted nails, and picked me up so that I was hovering precariously over her face. From way up here, I could see the entirety of her breathtaking body. Besides the luminous crown on her head, she was as nude as I was. Her breasts were voluptuous, and perfectly round. Her nipples were a shade of red darker than the rest of her body. Her thighs were strong, powerful, and impossibly sexy. Her pussy was dripping wet. If she had put me down there, I have no doubt that I would have drowned in an instant. Her ass was large, plush, and seated on a mighty throne made of hellfire, burning wildly in all directions, yet somehow contained, so she was able to sit on it. I felt the immense heat coming off of it and looked away.

There was something very familiar about her body…

But…no, there couldn’t be. I don’t know any demonesses.

Taking in all of her excruciating beauty made my exhausted, still hard dick twitch again, and I leaked a little bit more. She shook me between her fingers like a tiny salt shaker, and caught my last few drops on her massive tongue. Her mouth looked terrifying and lonely, just like the darkness within her water cooler that I was wading through earlier.

“Mmmm, hell yeah! I love the essence that you pathetic males drip from those silly sticks you have!” She yelled in ecstasy with that haunting, manifold voice. “I just can’t get enough!”

She shook me some more, but nothing came out. My dick was hurt and exhausted, but still hard. Ugh, I had never felt more betrayed in my life. Get soft, damn it, this isn’t Geena, I thought angrily.

“Is that really all you can muster, you wretched little thing? Even after I ensorcelled your insignificant clitty?” She looked at me with a frown and a raised eyebrow. Despite her demonic aesthetic, she was one of the most beautiful women that I had ever beheld.

I looked around, came to the realization that she had asked me a question, and nodded my head “yes” in a panic.

“WASTREL!” Her voice exploded and echoed throughout the valley. Volcanoes bellowed, the earth shook and opened up in fissures. “You insignificant worm! I want MORE!” Her face was now one of pure rage. Those wicked looking fangs bared at me. I thought that she was going to crush me like a bug between her fingers.

But then, like she had just thought of a good idea, she wore a lascivious look on her face. Her alchemical eyes stared right into my soul, and I could smell her extreme arousal, even over the acrid brimstone. While it was an invasive, powerful fragrance, it was absolutely pheromonal. I could not get enough of it, ashamed to say.

“Hmph. I know how to get more…there is a simple trick to getting that final, teeny tiny bit of essence that you mortals hide inside…” Her long, salivating tongue licked her luscious purple lips, and made them shine. Her fangs glinted with all the firelight dancing around us.

“The trick is…you have to let them melt in your mouth!” She roared as she tossed me way up into the air.

The launch from her fingers was like being loosed from a sling: It gave me that horrid roller coaster feeling in the pit of my stomach, but it was also kind of thrilling. The apex was hellish, yet breathtaking. I saw the entire mountain range of scary dominatrices in all of its horrific splendor. For a split second, I was stopped in the air completely.

…But then I felt dread as I looked below, and gravity dragged me down and down into the inevitable.

Meter by meter, her wet, dark mouth loomed larger and larger. Her hypnotic eyes were wide open with anticipation.

I landed hard on my back, smack dab in the center of her hot, sticky tongue. My cock was the hardest it had ever been. I was scared of having a boner that lasted this long.

I mean, what if it broke or something? Geena would kill me!

I tried standing, but quickly fell on my ass. Her laughter echoed everywhere in the wet, soft cave.

Her mouth remained open. From my place on her massive tongue, I could see out into the landscape, beyond the scary gate of sharp teeth. I tried crawling forward, stupidly thinking that I could escape by simply running out, but her dominating tongue shifted beneath me, and then pinned me under it. I pushed against it feebly, but to no avail.

It felt not unlike all the times I had been smothered by my goddess Geena.

The long, teasing tongue kept playing with me like I was a simple piece of candy. It smashed me against the hard enamel, agonizing my bewitched cock whenever I hit her teeth face forward. It wrapped me up in its hot embrace as if it were shibari rope, and squeezed me tight.

I hate to say it, but it felt amazing.

As if the tongue itself were the domina, it alternated between causing me pain, and teasing the life out of me. Her wicked laughter would not leave me alone. It demoralized me like nothing else could.

The Demon Queen was prepping me for something. I felt it in my aching bones.

Her wide maw shut slowly, locking the fangs, cuspids and molars in place. It was as dark as the place I had started my infernal journey. The invisible tongue pushed me against those far too-plush and lovely lips, and suddenly I was between a rock and a soft place. The tip of her tongue and the inside of her lips kept me in place firmly, but also somewhat snuggly. I felt an orgasm beginning to well up in my balls. Despite being terrified, I was also very aroused.

All these feelings of slight pleasure, however, were thrown the fuck away when she began to suck again.

It felt as if I were being pulled apart by wild horses on every limb. My head felt pressure as if I were at the bottom of the sea. My ribcage felt like it was splitting wide open with every cackle of hers that vibrated within my chest. I was the gumball being dissolved in her mouth. Her laughter withered my spirit away. This confirmed that I was less than nothing.

The only part of me that wasn’t in excruciating pain at that moment was my cock. My rigid shaft had been licked, tickled, poked, prodded, and teased all over. The Demon Queen seemed to know what she was doing, because the tip of her tongue kept tickle-torturing the head of my cock like a vibrator wrapped in a hot silk sheet, hellbent on extracting whatever the fuck else I had left inside me. The tongue slipped and slid gracefully just over the tip, at times like a wandering butterfly, at others like a turbulent, low-flying jet fighter.

When I felt like one more stroke of the head would melt my mind forever, I made a huge effort to turn away from the lewd, bullying tongue.

This was a huge mistake on my part.

My dick was stuck in the aperture of her lips again! It was a trap!

She laughed hysterically as she clamped on to my abused pole securely. Her tongue pushed me forward and held me in place against the hot, plush, and obdurate wall of demonic flesh.

Being teased by her tongue may have been mind-melting…but having my comparatively tiny cock absorbed by those perfect purple lips was soul-sucking.

Flashes of terrible lightning, fire engulfing everything around it, and earthquakes splitting the land in twain: these were the images that played incessantly in my mind’s eye as she forced me to orgasm again and again, and again. I came until it hurt, and then I came until I fainted.

Then, like some sadistic kid hitting the rewind button on the VCR, my body would jerk violently around back to my starting position, I would wrestle against the torturous tongue and the lascivious lips, and they would both gang up on me to coax the most frightening, bone breaking, and psychedelic orgasms out of my aching balls. Seriously, I saw psychedelic shit every time she made me come. It was like being shocked with satan’s tazer. It made me see beyond.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I wanted it all to stop. The pain ringing through my balls was unmerciful. Like, it was a stinging emptiness that radiated all over me, and made my body do those electric jerks like I was being cattle prodded. And yet, these were the most delicious orgasms that I had ever received. It was far too much for my primitive ape brain to comprehend. I felt as though I was about to go crazy, if I wasn’t already.

Because of the sorcery she had played on me, I was jolted awake every time she got me to shoot. The Demon Queen would not allow me to stay fainted. Her lips were the stone that locked Excalibur in place, they were so tight. And yet, they were softer than the finest of fabrics, and far more electric than the cruelest police tazer.

In many ways, I was reminded of Geena. The incredible pleasure for one, and the terrifying punishments for another.

“There it is! That last bit of essence you kept from your queen! Oh, how satisfying it is!” The Demon Queen howled in sexy pleasure. “What a tasty little creature you are! I was correct to condemn you to service in my queendom!”

Her tongue rocked me almost soothingly as I felt my mind being erased. Right before I was about to pass out, I felt her titanic fingers grab me up by the waist again. She pulled me out and sat me down in the palm of her enormous red hand. As finished as I was with sex at the moment… just looking up at her colossal breasts and flawless eyes looking down at me made me feel almost rejuvenated.

“The fate of most mortals in hell is a horrific one, tiny. And while I adore having a few of you squishy little man-things around to satiate my sadism…” The Demon Queen was looking at me with her usual malevolence, but she also seemed to be sizing me up.

I felt a quick chill go up my spine. What was she thinking?

“The essence that you produce is particularly tasty…it tastes of pure submission. I can also detect notes of true love. A very delectable flavor profile indeed…” She looked up thoughtfully, put a finger on her chin, and licked her lips.

I shuffled a little bit in her hand. I have to admit, being miniscule and in her palm turned me on greatly. It felt dangerous to be a tiny toy for a giantess, but that danger made my cock hard all over again. I thought her looming face with its pretty eyes and evil fuckin’ lips were hot…and in that one, awesome moment, I kinda liked being at her mercy. I was curious as to what the Queen of The Demons would say next

Maybe she would let me explore her pussy…

“Your fate will be pleasant! Remember to thank me for my boundless generosity.”

The moment I was about to open my mouth to ask her what that fate would be, she flicked the middle finger of her opposite hand towards me, and the wind it made hit me so sharply, that it felt exactly like Geena’s slap. Her rigid discipline burned on my cheek.

“You will never speak in my realm, you insignificant speck!” She scratched at my chest with her axe head of a fingernail. It left a deep red line.

“You have no voice here. None! All of your opinions will be decided by me alone, and you will be lucky to be allowed to live beneath my soles!” She roared at me as volcanoes erupted and black storms blew in gales, spraying pyroclastic ash everywhere.

She snapped her fingers, and I doubled the fuck over in pain. It felt like I was being pegged with something made of iron. I looked back and saw a long, red devil tail appear from out my ass in a flash of hellfire, like a demonic butt-plug. While I wanted to reach back and remove it, I didn’t dare. She would punish me for that.

“You belong to me now, little thing. I will beat the voice out of you by and by, and show you proper discipline. Unlike anything you’ve ever experienced in the mortal realm. You crave my brand of discipline, no? You enjoy it greatly?” Her giant, glowing eyes were like inescapable searchlights.

I nodded up and down. She smiled in devilish delight.

“Excellent opinion, little one! You learn fast.” Her fangs and mystical looking eyes betrayed a look of near affection. “Now comes your reward…and your first lesson. I’m going to show you something. Brace yourself.”

She tossed me far into the air again, comparatively lightly to when she swallowed me earlier. I heard the snap of her fingers, and I felt my bones and skin extend painfully. I twirled in the air for a bit, fell fast, but landed with a strange softness. She must have controlled my descent with her sorcery.

I landed on my ass in a sitting position, and it pushed the devil tail butt-plug further in than I ever thought possible. My eyes bugged out with tears, but I growled in anger. I hated this fuckin’ thing in my ass, it was driving me insane. It hurt so bad that I knelt with my legs spread, trying to give my ass the breathing room it so desperately wanted. The tail waggled of its own volition, bored into me deeper, and would not give me a bit of respite.

The tail shot into me deeply. I exhaled a cloud of spit, and gasped like I was being choked. I hated what this thing was doing to me, I had never felt so taken advantage of.

The tail continued to waggle around violently. It was only when I thought of Geena’s strap and calmed down, that the freaking thing stopped moving.

I thought of Geena and missed her. I felt like I could cry.

I looked up in a daze, and was surprised to see that The Queen of Demons was no longer a giant. In fact, if not for her elevated position on her throne of wicked hellfire, we would have been comparable in height.

She was gorgeous. Looking at her demonic curves made my cock twitch again, and the haughty look in her eyes was one of pure royalty.

The tail in my ass started wagging again, and I cursed it in my mind.

“Spread your arms around my throne. Now.” She spoke calmly this time.

I looked at the regal chair made of pure fire and grimaced.

The Demon Queen looked at me with a very specific type of compassion that I had seen before…but I don’t remember where, or on who.

“Remove all fear from your mind, little one. This is your reward. The fire will cause you no pain.”

Her voice, even though scary and composed of a thousand different women speaking at once, put me at ease, and I obeyed.

I wrapped my arms around the throne like it was a long, lost lover, come back for a night of passion.

She locked my arms to the throne by placing her mighty legs on top of them. I was going nowhere. When I gazed between the legs of The Demon Queen, I felt as if I were going to go mad…in a very good way.

Her pussy looked so fucking hot and inviting…red and violet, smooth as silk, and more wet and appetizing than a cold water bottle, fresh out of the cooler. I just knew that I had to service her.

“As I mentioned before, my little wastrel…this reward will also serve as your first lesson. Your mouth is certainly not for talking, ha…but I believe you know that already.” Her words dripped on me like evil honey. She was so aroused that I could smell it.

“This is what your mouth is for, and nothing else. I am very full after all of the essence you fed me. I need a nice, soothing chaser after such a big, tasty meal.” She shuffled her glorious ass on my arms, and my erection poked against the hot throne.

“Begin!” She commanded me like a sexy drill sergeant.

I dove into her eagerly, like I was diving into the ocean from a high cliff. But I wanted to give a good first impression… I didn’t begin by just hammering away with my unworthy tongue. I started by giving gentle kisses and loving licks everywhere I could. I placed little smooches all along her labia. I nuzzled my face into the delicious, divine wetness, extremely slowly, taking all of her in, and losing myself as I did so. I teased her clitoris with my tongue, not unlike how she did to me earlier. She growled and cooed with ecstasy.

I heard yet another snap of her fingers, and I felt her magic change something in me. I was shocked to feel like I was wearing some sort of tight underwear. I dared not stop out of fear of her ire, but she grabbed my head and pushed it away. The devil plug thrusted in my ass again, and my legs spread on their own. I hate this fucking thing

“Stop for a moment, little mortal. Look down at yourself.”

I did as she asked, and saw that I was indeed wearing something now…a bright, hellish pink thong. But there was something else…

My dick was completely gone! Nonexistent! My crotch was like a doll’s parts!

I looked up in horror as I saw the Demon Queen holding my dick and balls in one hand as if it were just a common dildo. I was a little insulted.

She snapped her fingers again, and a shelf of disembodied cocks of all shapes, colors and sizes appeared beside her in a blaze of horrific hellfire. She placed mine in its own spot among the others, and then the shelf flamethrower’d itself away. The whole scene took less than a minute. Her powers terrified me. She looked pleased with herself.

My eyes were the size of dishes, and my jaw hit the floor. The devil tail wagged annoyingly. What the fuck?

“I prefer my pathetic males to be both plugged and pantied, because I like something to look at while being worshipped! And taking that ridiculous, little stick away from you and locking it up with the rest of my collection should help with your lessons…after all, your pleasure here is irrelevant.” She honey-dripped at me with that infernal voice of hers.

I was horrified at my featureless crotch behind the pink panties. I just stared forward with wide eyes.

Then I yelled out in pain as she raked her razor sharp claws against my back, leaving lines of red fire.

“I said that your mouth is for this and this alone!” The Queen of the Demons boomed at me as she shoved her wet womanhood back into my open mouth.

Despite my great fear of hell and burning desire to escape back to Geena…I had to admit, she tasted divine.

With each thrust of my tongue, she raked her claws up and down me. She cut lines into the delicate skin of my neck while I kissed her clit. She moaned as she took a single finger, and cut invisible words into my chest. Tears streamed from my eyes as I buried my tongue deeper and deeper inside her. She made red lines and gnarly crosses on my thighs with the jagged claws at the end of her toes. I struggled at the pain, but her legs had my arms pinned down. Her shapely soles were planted firmly on my stinging knees. I was completely at her nonexistent mercy.

Slash, gash, slice, she clawed and scraped away at my soft flesh with sexy, sadistic glee. She giggled like a thousand school girls. I did not dare disobey. As she got crazier with her evil ministrations, I also increased in tempo and force. Out of respect, and out of fear. By the time my poor back was in tatters, I was alternating between licking up and down with the tip of my tongue, and pushing it inside her deeply, so my nose could rub her clit. I wanted to offer the finest cunny I could serve to the Demon Queen…

She might take some kind of pity on me and let me go.

The cream she was leaving on my tongue burned like salt upon wounds. I swallowed it and felt her magma slide down my gullet, and spread across my entire body, filling me with the hot love of the Demon Queen.

Her shriek of ecstasy was accompanied by the terrifying sounds of hurricanes and lightning. It echoed off the walls of the craggy hellscape, assaulting my ears and taking a hostile residence in my mind. It put a primal, ancient fear in my spine. She forced another cascade of magma-cream into my mouth as the claws on her feet raked me again. The lust of the Queen of Demons was indeed impossible to satiate. My drive to serve her had died down.

All I wanted to do was serve Geena instead. I had to get home!

“Phenomenal, little thing! You learn your lessons so quickly! But you made a fatal mistake…” She roared as she rubbed my face all over her pussy, sort of in a slow, soothing motion.

“You drove me to orgasm…You should not have done that, foolish little mortal…”

She snapped her fingers, and chains made of electricity bonded me forcibly to her throne, tighter and closer than her legs had pinned me. The Demon Queen howled with derisive laughter. She looked at me like I was food.

“Now I want MORE!” Her soundwaves whipped gusts of wind at me.

My face was forced onto her hot labia again, and she continued clawing at my sensitive chest. I opened my mouth in a silent scream; the pain was so immense. She arrogantly shoved her pussy inside of my open mouth again.

I had to get out of this accursed place!

“More, more! More slashes to that pathetic back! And I want more thrusts from your admittedly languid tongue! More! You will never get your pathetic cock back, do you hear me? It belongs to me now, as does your soul! You will only ever get to release if it is to feed me your essence! You will spend a lifetime of eternities strapped to my throne, and then another set wrapped up on my tongue! More, MORE!”

Every slash she inflicted wrung the tears from my eyes, and every one of her orgasms burned in the back of my throat like acid.

With my tongue deep within the searing cavern of her pussy, I managed to moan out Geena’s name. The Demon Queen pushed my face in further, and I hollered Geena’s name this time.

“More! I, want, more!” Every word was punctuated by another slash. My poor body felt cut to ribbons.

“Geena!” I cried again, wishing it was her warm, inviting pussy that I was boring into, and not swallowing the boiling magma of the Demon Queen.

“More!” She cut at my cheeks this time.

“Geena!” I was completely muffled.

“More!” The devil plug in my ass grew larger. It made me heave forward, deeper inside of her.

“Geena!” I tried moving my head with all my strength, but it was no use. She had me completely subdued. She owned me.

“More!” She shrieked like a chorus of angry pterodactyls.

“Geena!” I screamed into a cold, uncaring universe.

My voice echoed on forever…

**********

“Mike?” I heard someone call my name.

“Geena…” I whispered stupidly into a drooly dorm room pillow, slowly coming to.

“Mike…” The voice exuded warmth.

“…Geena?” I felt zombified I was so groggy. My eyes were open but no one was home.

“Mike!” The voice sounded annoyed.

Whap! I got a familiar slap to the face. Felt like one I’d take during a spar.

I was up and at attention after that…as were other parts of me. I felt like I simultaneously hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep…and had also been dormant for a thousand years. My eyes were covered in that sand your eyes produce while you sleep.

When my vision cleared, I saw that Geena was sitting on the side of my bed, wearing a sexy witch’s costume with a wide, pointy hat.

“Geena? How’d you…” I trailed off.

She was just staring at me with those amber eyes of boundless intelligence. She didn’t look too happy, though.

Ah, Goddess, how happy I am to see you here, I thought to myself, feeling my adrenaline rushed blood calm down.

But then I got depressed when I thought back to the night before.

“Geena, mistress, goddess, I’m so sorry for arguing with you over such stupid, fucking shit. It felt stupid coming out of my mouth the second that it did, and it was just a…a…I dunno, a heat of the moment kinda thing that I can’t let happen again because I love you, and-”

She stuck her perfectly manicured finger on my idiotic, running mouth.

Ah, this woman was passion itself. I adored her with everything I was.

She gave me a stern look and took her finger back.

“I believe you, baby.” She sighed deeply. “Emotions flare up, and naughty boys say things that they don’t really mean. Or say things they have no right to say to their owners. I forgive you…almost.”

“Almost?” I smiled. Almost was more than good enough for me if it kept me close to her.

“Don’t worry about it!” She smiled warmly at me. I could tell that she was missing me too.

I took a deep breath, and slowly let happiness into my body again. I felt a great relief clear away all the dark clouds. I only just noticed then how nice the morning sun was filtering in through the cheap, college dorm blinds.

Then I noticed Kyle wasn’t here.

“Huh. I usually have a roommate around this time.” I said, looking at his messy and unoccupied bed.

Geena’s eyes lit up with a patient, knowledgeable light.

“Kyle called me earlier…He was worried about you, baby. Said you were crying in your sleep all night. He let me in just a minute ago. He left to go do something with Sue.”

I didn’t believe for a second that Kyle was outright worried about me. The bastard was probably just annoyed with the racket I was making during the night, and called Geena so he could get the heck out of dodge.

I smiled dumbly. He was a good friend.

“Did you have a bad dream, sweetie?” Geena sat closer and placed her hand over my embarrassingly damp thigh.

The dream was indeed a bad one, and clearly not a particularly dry one either.

I could see the little spark in Geena’s eyes, beneath the wide brim of her witch’s hat. She knew exactly what kind of dream it had been.

“No…Well, yes, but not really? I can’t remember it all too well…” I was telling the truth.

I remembered it being scary and sad, but also very…hot. In every sense of the word. I smiled and shook my head as I realized that that would explain the wet sheet.

“Talking about it would make you feel better…” Geena said this with a lascivious singsong. She was peeping right at my morning wood. I was ecstatic that I still had something down there, for some reason.

“I want to, gorgeous. But let me take some time to remember it and think…I still kind of feel like I’m in dreamland, you know? All groggy. I’ll recount it to you when I remember more. It was definitely a rough night without you.” I yawned at her.

“Aww, that’s my good boy! You’re so cute when you’re sorry for being bad!” Geena grabbed at my face with her hand, going through cuteness overload.

Seeing my goddess at my bedside wearing her wonderfully witchy outfit made me feel better than ever! I adored her with every fiber of my being. I wanted to go out and yell her name from the highest tower. I wanted my next boxing match dedicated to her, and to dismantle my opponent round after round just for her entertainment! After spending the afternoon being ignored by her, and the night being tormented, I was absolutely certain that I was never going to forget the lesson she had wanted me to learn. How stupid I was! It wasn’t seemly to argue with my queen. It was unbecoming of a loyal sub. I had deserved that horrid, foggy nightmare. I was overjoyed to be forgiven.

Then I remembered.

She had said that she “almost” forgave me. I frowned.

“Goddess?”

“Yes baby?”

“You don’t forgive me all the way, do you?”

Geena lit up like a kid at during the holidays and stood right up. I liked it when she was taller than me.

“Of course not, you bad, bad boy! What, do you think I’m a pushover? You made me cry! That’s not gonna go unpunished, little man!” She smiled and waggled her finger at me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Her punishments, while always challenging, were as sweet as a lover’s kiss.

I stretched a little, hopped out of bed, prostrated myself before her, and kissed her pretty purple toes peeking out of her long, black, peep-toe boots.

“How can I get you to forgive me all the way, gorgeous?” I asked, looking up at her from my favorite position.

Geena sighed and shook her head. She looked at me with a tired look.

“Are you sure you’re never going to argue with me again? You were such a little brat yesterday…”

“I swear it. On my life. Never.” I gave her toes another round of kisses. She exhaled in quiet pleasure.

“Okay! So, here’s what I thought…You disobeyed me right before Halloween, and you know that’s my favorite. You know better than to ruin my trick or treats! If I am going to forgive you, then I need to make sure that you understand the true meaning of this very special day!” She spoke fast, like she had been savoring this very moment.

I smiled and said nothing. Whatever it took, I would do.

“Close your eyes! Now, bad boy!”

I did as she said happily. I loved everything about this woman.

“Okay, open them now!”

When I saw her again ten seconds later, I was startled to see that she was wearing the biggest, vainest, most purple and black strapon that I had ever seen. Her strong, round hips were waggling it in my face playfully. It was pointed right at me like a loaded gun, her beaming smile above and behind it. In one hand she was holding a hanger with red, frilly lingerie in my size. In the other, she held a devil-horn headband and a painful looking buttplug with a long, red, pointy tail on it. The panties for the lingerie read “slut” in big, glittery letters.

Something about this sight made my balls curl up and my sphincter clinch. Like a flash of lightning, I was reminded of my night serving the horrifying Demon Queen, and how she swallowed me over and over, and made canyon-sized gashes all over my body. I felt like I could taste the magma-cream that she had force fed me from her demonic pussy. I started sweating cold beads. I hoped Geena hadn’t noticed.

“I’m the ghost of Halloween present, and I’m going to show you the error of your ways, Scrooge! Tell me you love it! You love my spooky surprise! Tell the truth!” Geena squeed with delight. She hadn’t noticed my fear, her excitement was far too great.

I looked at her perfect feet, then her silken legs, at her inviting hips, her kissable tummy, her magnificent breasts, and finally those celestial, infinite eyes so full of love.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled again.

It was shaping to be another long night, but one that I felt honored to be allowed to share with my witchy queen.

“I love it, goddess. That’s the truth. Hell…or highwater, it’s you and me.”

We stayed there for a long time, her hand lovingly stroking the back of my head, me hugging her plush thigh like a good sub, and her massive strap only a fraction of an inch from my face.

I don’t think I had ever seen Geena this happy.