And I actually did. I was surprised at myself, but I suppose I was just comforted by having a pussy at the tip of my tongue instead of a cock. My tongue trailed across the lips of the gray woman''s juicy slit. It actually tasted good. Was I enjoying myself? My tongue lashed across her clit and I gasped. Damn me.

The lapping drew soft, pleased moans from Steel's lips as her fingers slid happily through the student's hair. Nectar built up at her entrance and along the folds as quickly as it was pulled away. The woman's obedience was refreshing to the creature. Her shame was delicious.

"Mmmm, such a good girl. A nice way to cleanse the palate, no?"

My tongue continued it's noble work, pleasing the silvery-gray mistress who was tearing my psyche by offering me such a sweet fruit after such a sour punishment. As my pink tongue pressed passed her slightly parted lips, I found my body getting hotter, aroused, craving hers. Craving the monster's abuse. It was a terrifying sensation, but her fluids rolled on my tongue, and I loved it, truly and honestly.

Steel's soft, pleased panting grew steadily louder with each passing roll of the girl's tongue. Strong fingers wrapped into Linnis's hair and rubbed soothing over her scalp. The flow of nectar picked up quickly to fill the young woman's senses with its scent and taste. It struck the gray woman, albeit briefly, as somewhat sad how much Mother would have disliked this submission.

"Ahhh, that's wonderful. Your wife must be a very lucky slut to have a tongue like yours available to her. I bet that's how you keep her from being jealous of us."

I nodded as my tongue massaged her insides. She tasted so great, and felt so surprisingly real, good, warm yet cool. And Sondra and I were sluts. I knew it, so did she. We loved sex, and loved it with everyone. We were. But we loved one another, and that love prevented jealousy, not our remarkable talents. And our talents were remarkable.

The gray woman moaned all the louder and grinned maliciously down at Linnis. Those thin fingers tugged sharply at the woman's hair, forcing her away from the slit and the nectar it promised.

"Oh no no no, that's all you get for your little performance earlier. If you want more, little bitch, you're going to have to ask me very, very nicely. If you're done enjoying your little treat, then I can find something else for you to have," Steel said with a small chuckle, keeping Linnis just shy of the moist folds.

I yelped at the pulling of my hair and winced, it was growing rather irritating, and I knew I was pleasing her, so she was obviously not in this for her own satisfaction. So, what was she after? My dissatisfaction? Than why create a pussy? It was a study in contradictions, but ones I had no will to suss out. "Please..." I murred, reaching out for the delicate folds with my tongue once or twice, "Please let me eat your pussy. It was so good, so good."

Steel chuckled softly down at the girl. Her hips pressed forward just enough to let the soft tongue graze her slit, then slid back teasingly. "Well, I suppose that was nice enough," she said as she released Linnis completely and ran one soft hand over the back of her head. "Drink your fill, little cocksucker. You've shown me that you're a good bitch, so you've earned a break from what the others would do to you. Just remember this obedience when you're with them. It will help you make it through."

The graze of soft folds on my tongue, caked with a sweet nectar... it was enough to kick my libido another notch up, given the present circumstances, and so when it was time to do more, I was more than willing. Without more than a split second, I sent my tongue deep inside her. As my tongue probed inside her, I saw the sides of myself emerge that I so hated. The desires that elevated beyond my rational mind and just wanted to be filled.

More and more I tried to steel my will against their advances, but more and more I failed. And now, my attention turning to sucking at the clit of a demoness here to torment me, I knew that my resolve would do me nearly no good this time. But I had to hold on, because anything, anything beat giving up.

The gray woman held back a flinch as she felt that lingering spark of resistance. This girl was farther from where she needed to be than Steel thought. She resolved to redouble her efforts... after enjoying more of Linnis's delving tongue.

Soft pants escaped gray lips. The delicious juices continued to trickle down along perfectly smooth folds to reach the teal-haired woman's mouth. Under such fervent attentions, Steel's hips returned to rocking up against the girl's mouth, and fingers twined again into her hair. They merely petted and stroked at her this time, though, instead of demanding things of her.

"That's a good little slut," Steel cooed softly. "Mmmnn, and a hungry one, too. Drink up and show me how much you love to be the obedient plaything."

And I did. I drank in her essence and continued my affectionate assult of the smooth neither region of a being from the Neitherworld. It was actually more fun that I had wanted it to be, and I actually found myself enjoying this. Which I hated, of course. But now, she was being gentle, like a lover. Still in control, but not harmful or offensive, and this relaqxed me, got me to lower my guard.

The gray woman gasped sharply and rocked faster and harder against the tongue delving and lapping at her. A thin chain uncurled from the gray skin at the small of Miss Steel's back and reached down to grasp and pull at the tight cuffs binding the teal-haired woman's wrists together. It guided them up to the drooling folds and relaxed its hold with an unspoken command. A heavy shudder ran along the monster's spine as another small wave of juices pressed against Linnis's mouth.

"You're such a poor little creature, aren't you? Trapped here surrounded by cocks forcing themselves into you at every opportunity, and all you want is a good cunt to drink from," Steel said gently as she continued to pet softly at the girl's hair.

My tongue dove into her as I stroked her clit, listening to her speak. Yeah, I no longer resisted. I no longer wanted to. I was hers for the night. Her pet, her toy of the day. And I liked it. God damn me, I loved it.

"Yes, mistress," I responded while catching my breath before diving back into her delicious pussy, my tongue and hands coaxing more of the lovely juices, "I hate cocks.... perfect pussies like Mistress' make me happy."

"'Mistress'? You're better trained than I imagined, slut. See how nice this is? Show the next creature to get a hold of you this kindness and you'll have a pleasant time of it, I assure you." Steel was going to say more, but a sudden wave of pleasure as the grazed her tender nub ended that plan.

Nectar flowed out to meet Linnis' lapping tongue. Soft, soaked lips ground back and forth into the girl's mouth, encouraging her to work harder and faster at the gray slit. Solid palms stroked and petted over teal hair and along the tender skin of her neck with gentle fingers. For all the control she had, Miss Steel seemed completely uninterested at present with inflicting any pain or discomfort.

"Such a good pet. I'm almost tempted to keep you for myself."

My 'just another woman' attitude seemed to be more detrimental to my ability to detach myself than I'd expected. She provided me with drink, and I drank as I worked at her, faster, deeper, with all the skill and prowess at my disposal. She was never going to forget this, and I wouldn't either. She'd be, perhaps, as effected by this ordeal as me. And maybe, on some perverse, deep, and ultimately insignificant level, that was a kind of victory for me.