I almost cried at the heat pouring into me. More of this was too much, too much to do. I closed my eyes, hating myself for even considering this, but I offered him a comprimise to protect my battered ass from more torment.
"Only if you switch hole."
I hated playing a part in this at all, but I had to do what I had to do to minimize my own pain.

I heard her words in the distance, and for a brief moment considered them in the haze of lust filled pleasure. Then anger, that she would disobey me at this stage of my pleasure. With a thumb and a forefinger I gripped the rings upon her breasts and pulled them together and upwards. The hard nipples going taught as they were stretched upwards and outwards….my other hand rubbing her clit….if she cummed it would be with me in her ass, pushing herself up and down on the shaft….pain mixed with pleasure….no,. I did not serve her no matter what she thought…it was time she learned this important lesson.

I watched as the red sparks of pain danced upon her breasts…watched in the mirror through eyes heavy in the lust of pleasure those pert breasts stretch obscenely….felt the raw emotion of her swirl into the either about us……

“Ma Petite…you sadden me….it is my pleasure you serve not your own….it would be best if you learned this quickly or pain will rule your life.” I kept the center of her pleasure rubbed and stroked, the magic pulsing even harder as I continued to drink of her…laughing as the sensations warred within her….perhaps this would yet teach her.

No compromise it was. Well, I can't say I was too disappointed. It meant I wouldn't corporate. I was almost thankful for the pain. The way he was manipulating my body, it was nice to have the physical reminder that I hate this.
"Seems I'm not serving either."

Her entire channel was slick with my seed, I could feel it in her as I forced the body to move over me….each thrust, making me shudder in joy….as my thick cock finally began to stop its own tremors, the last of its seed milked form me by her extremely tight channel.

I stopped, no longer forcing her body and just fed….enjoying her….enjoying the emotions that slide around her. The smugness providing an edge that had not been there before, I enjoyed myself even as the back part of my brain engaged itself and pondered what had brought it on.

He took, and I gave nothing. Despite his commands and illusions of having forced me to submit. But there was one victory left to take from him. One thing I still had left to do. And it did require my submission to a degree. I moved myself as he rested and placed him inside my tight pussy. I had to make him think I craved him, and this was the only way I could be sure of it. Given his abilities, I had to convince myself. And I did a damn good job of it.
"More?"

Once more she slid around my shaft, her waiting pussy clenching me and feeling hot an slick …. But something was missing. There was no full tinge of lust…no desire that rode her emotions as the bubbled off her into the surrounding air. I sniffed the air, and found it lacking. There was fear, a small tinge of it…anger, revenge, retribution…..

Yes, that was what had been missing, had colored the taste of her as I feed. The glow slowly went out of my skin, in spite her best efforts to ride me, entice me. But it was fake, and therefore undesired. That this one would try to deceive me made her a better man than a woman. With startling strength, I tossed her forwards and off me. Standing then and gathering my chair while she remained chained and on all fours…..” Stay….like the dog you are…..on all fours”

I went around to her front and sat upon my chair, looking down into her large eyes, the fire still in them, but not a fire of desire, but one of hate and anger….desire relegated to the distant third. I stretched out my bare feet towards her mouth….and locked those eyes in my gaze.

“Ma Petite….you are a delectable dish, but lust is still missing, so, I will release you from your detention when you have shown sufficient desire. For now you will simply use your hands to scope up my cum from your ass an feed yourself….when you are done you will play with yourself till orgasm….and if you have been good through both of those then and only then you will finish the day by taking me in your mouth till I spill my hot and tasty seed within it.” I waited for the fire to alight in those eyes….certain that having bit my tongue she now aimed for more. The grin spread as I focused on the emotions that rolled across and over her skin. No doubt, anger would be there, for what I had asked her to do she would never do….and that is why it was so fun in the asking.

Humans….I muttered…..such simple creatures. However, did they manage to explore the heavens?

I just did as he asked. I hated myself a little, but knew it was what I had to do to leave. I kept up my efforts, and tried to give myself more to the lust. The idea that he might do what I asked, that gave me control, and so I just acted like a good little slut and drank from what ripped from my ass. Between my disgusted gulps, I asked.
"If I'm good enough, will you fuck my pussy?"

I looked at her as she spoke, her tongue sometimes revealing the thick white globs of my seed as it licked her fingers clean. The way she pulled her finger from her mouth, hinting at the possible ways she could be used. I approved the actions….and continued to smile while I drank in her emotions…the lingering lust…building slightly…the swirl of disgust as her throat bobbed with each gulp…ok playing me there…..and the hate….hate of me most likely and what I had told her to do. The fact she was now doing it was intriguing, I’d expected much more of the fight. And the proposal …now that too as very interesting.

“Ma petite….hmm, an enticing offer, but no….I will not fuck you.” I watched her face, sniffed for the emotions, suspecting something. No, I would not fuck her, she would fuck me if she wanted this and I would enjoy the results. I would watch and study this most interesting creature and her most interesting request. A puzzle was unfolding and it would take time to see how the game would be played….yes I enjoyed her banter, but was wary of a possible trap.. Once bitten twice shy….a true saying even if it was human.

"Please..."
No, I wouldn't grant him that title, not while I begged him, not while I gave myself up like this. No, I would keep that much. That much, he'd never take from me. I continued to drink the vile fluid from myself as lustfully as I could manage, though considering how sick I was beginning to feel, maintaining lust was hard.

“Ma Petite are you saying you have had a change of heart….are you willing to fuck me? Are you willing to tell me who your lover is so she may join with you here in this place and both of you fuck me?” I smiled while she licked her fingers clean and the disgust occasionally made itself known in those wide round eyes of hers.

This could easily go two ways. Perhaps she finally understood what her place in life was to be but I had series doubts. past expereince showed it usually took far more convincing for one of her stubborness and the answer to the questions would help let me know how far she had sunk.

I'm sorry echoed over and over in my mind. I had to do it. I had to to save myself and to win. I had to give up a partner's name.
"Zoe Lewis."

I stood and walked over the terminal. Feeling the tinge of guilt within her as it wafted past my mouth. I fed on that guilt wondering if it was sufficient for the name of a lover before all other lovers. Yes it was a lover, no doubt…savoring the delightful essence of guilt.

Looking at the screen, a clatter of keys bouncing off the walls as I typed. Sure enough there was a young girl by that name. I would flag her for the next detention period. And then looked at my young charge. “Ma Petite, you do feel guilt over this and there is a young woman with that name here. I do hope it is she, for if it is not I will ensure you visit me again….And we do have such a wonderful time don’t we.”

I cast the spell and watched as the bar formed between her feet and the chains began there tell tall music as they moved. Slowly the chains at her ankles began to move to the ceiling, the ones at her wrists crossing and moving to attach themselves to her ankles. The legs lifted from the ground first, the body rising soon thereafter till it hung upside down, the medium length teal hair hanging downwards, matted and soaked in sweat from her previous exertions. I watched her face, sampling the rich stew of emotion…and prepared to continue to feed.

"Wha-what's...?"
I was confused, what did he want now? I gave him a name, and he was playing more games? I was frustrated, clearly, and still guilty. U knew I'd have to protect Zoe now, but what else could I do?

Watching her gently sway by her ankles, her hands pulled up behind her, crossed behind her back I note the sincere frustration in her voice, her eyes and in the pallet that leaves her body.

“Ma petite, what are you confused about….did you not willing submit to fucking me? Did you not just give me a name so I could fuck you both? I am a man of my word are you not one of yours? My last deal was give me a name and I will fuck both of you.” I looked into her eyes, making sure she understood. “If you have then we will fuck and your punishment will be over…as for this girl Zoe, I will ask her down here to verify your story. If you have told the truth and she really is the girl that has lead to the downfall of so many young women at this school then she will be expelled and sent home after I fuck her. If she is not than she find my company less enjoyable, and I will play your words to her every time I do sum thing reprehensible to her. I will ensure she knows that you gave me her name to torture and fuck at my convenience. I will ensure she remembers enough that she will never go to your bed again and that she will convince others to avoid you like the plague….for it will be a plague you carry….now, do we have an understanding? Are you having a change of heart perhaps?”

I closed my eyes.
"I lied."