Degenerate Masochist’s Reincarnation as A Goddess

Ancestral Trials

I napped some more after the hot shaman mommy came and left.

When I finally stirred properly I found my body hugged by cold metal and comfy curves. My two apostoles pressed snuggled against my body on both sides. Smooth legs entwined with mine, trapping me. I groaned, blinking, and writhed to stretch. Harsh iron held my wrists helpless behind my back and a big weighty collar. A whimper escaped my lips as I struggled up and viewed the erotic sight of our shackled naked bodies chained to a fuckpost. The first struggle against my cuffs sent a dizzying hot flash of arousal through me. 

“Nnngh. Ahh.” Two more days. 

My pussy and ass twitched from the memories of free public use. My body was sore and used. They’d fucked me into a helpless rag last night and kept on going, and oh… ah, I could still taste stale girlcum and pussy-juice. I grinded my thighs against each other, stirred into lust by the memory. Shit, they’d destroy us in three days. Nggh, I couldn’t wait!

A few curious Naruru were already eyeing us from the village above, despite the early dawn. 

Two girls woke up beside me.

“Ahhgn. Urgh.” Shadada tried to stand, then blinked. “Chained?”

“Yup, still chained fuckslaves,” groaned Snaps wryly. 

I chuckled. “Why, the way you drank cum last night, I’d think you used to tie yourself up for your ship to use.”

Snaps glanced away, cheeks reddening. “No. Well…”

“She totally did,” said Shadada, crawling to sit.

“I had to try the punishment to know it wouldn’t be overly harsh!”

I grinned. “Lemme guess. Couldn’t let them know it was you, so you got all masked up, tied tight, and put in stocks as free use cum dump?”

Snaps gasped. “How…”

“Call it slut-goddess instincts~”

“Bet they recognized your ass,” said Shadada. “Must’ve been nice getting humiliated by your own crew like that.”

Snap’s indignation was bad at masking her aroused blush. “A necessary sacrifice. A good captain does not dole out punishment she doesn’t know herself.”

“Sooo… they knew?” Shadada raised a curious brow.

Snaps huffed, glancing up at one of the tribal huts. “A couple of the girls did realize.” Shame deepened the heat in the former captain’s cheeks. Her nipples stiffened. “They… ah, may have taken advantage of their knowledge.”

“Shit. No?”

Snaps’ toes curled and her legs shuffled. “Mmm… there may have been– Ah, I can’t.”

“Snaps, c’mon,” I said, rolling over and pressing my nude body against her back to speak softly in her ear and caress the surroundings of her sex with my tail. “Your goddess does not judge.”

“Ngh… well…”

“She rewards…” I kissed her earlobe and laid my tail against her slit, applying pressure across her sensitive bits.

“Devious little slut.”

“My hundred-ninth name. C’mon, don’t be shy.”

“Be shy, it’s cute.” Shadada, chuckled, approaching the pirates from the front.

“Well, it was nothing that… ahm, well, quite embarrassingly, after they found out, there was a case of a mysterious masked servant. She… ahm, was often led around the ship on all fours or in chains or some ridiculously shameful outfits. Always gagged and hooded in latex.”

“No wonder. You’ve had practice in public use.”

“Public use captain,” added Shadada, causing a violent rush of shame on our piratess. 

“No– well, I–”

Her clitty hardened against my tail and I rewarded her honesty by rubbing it a little.

Snaps moaned. 

The sight was… delightful. Shadada’s muscled body was starting to tremble with deepening arousal too and my own slutty holes were aching.

“We’ll make up a ritual pilgrimage for my priestesses, where they’ll need to beg for slutty forgiveness from all they’ve wronged or annoyed, while wearing nothing but fuck-me lingerie, a lated hood, and some bondage. A ritual to teach them to be good humiliation sluts. The uhh… excuse could be to heal old grudges.”

Shadada’s ears heated. “We may need to test the rituals first. For… um…”

“For religious reasons,” I offered. “Yes. We must.”

“A terrible responsibility.”

A few more Nararu had glanced at us, but seemed hesitant to approach. Probably thought we were busy having some important slave-girl moment. They were far too polite and kind. I’d have preferred to wake up choking on cock.

“But first, we have a town to serve. Are your pussies wet, slave sisters?” I asked.

Shadada turned, turning her ass up at me. “A little.”

Snaps ground herself against my tail, proving herself ready.

I was, of course, already dripping and hot. “Alright, then start kissing. This is an order from your goddess.”

The two made out with moans and desperate tongue, until I could smell their need. I then had the three of us stand on our trembling legs and lean our faces and breasts against the monolith (henceforth known as fuckpost), legs spread and on our toes. I also lifted my tail up as high as it went to display my naughty bits.

“S-stay on your toes. Show them your asses are slutty and ready to be railed. This’ll be part of the fuckpost ritual. A girl of Ion has to be able to offer herself, even if someone gagged her.”

Nararu looked down at us, curious, aroused. Did they really need more invitation? Wasn’t this humiliating enough?

I opened my mouth to call out, but stopped. A girl of Ion needed to know how to offer herself, even if they were gagged.

The act burned my ears with shame, but I kept my mouth shut and let out a needy whimper. I tip-toed my butt even higher and whined out my desperation. Two more voices joined mine in a pathetic little skave choir.

Nararu approached. 

“Morning free-use friends!” they cheered.

“Morning! Ready again?” asked another.

I repeated my whine. My legs were trembling already and my thighs were sticky with pussy juices.

“Ready sound. I think?”

“They make ready sounds.”

“Ready for fun!”

“They ate all cum! Miracle!?”

“Wondrous miracle!” agreed another.

“Can they eat more? Really? Can they?”

“We find out!”

“Me! I take purple-cute-butt-friend first,” said an eager Nararu, who hurried behind me. Her fingers sank into my ass her massive girl-cock slapped to rest on my lower back, already rock-hard and pulsing. “Cute how you stand. Sexy-cute. I like the little tail and horns. Cute girl.”

“Nnngh. Aahh!” She was fondling my upper thighs and pawing at my anus and pussy like they were grope-toys. Gritting my teeth, I let another longing whine against the cold stone.

“Fun being free-used and eating Nararu-seed? Is it?”

Four girls screamed in pleasure around us. Two pussies were being slammed by cocks beside me. I had a jealousy-inducing view of Shadada’s face breaking in the first ten thrusts. She just couldn’t take it after yesterday, her pussy had been left too sensitive. Oh no… I knew I’d crumble just like her. 

“F-fun?” I asked. I’d missed a question by the Nararu.

She moved her cock, rubbing the tip against my holes, spreading my juices over herself and my anus. 

“Ahhn.”@@novelbin@@

“Curious! Can give reward if you answer!”

“R-reward?”

“Remember from yesterday.” Her girly figure squished glued against the contours of my arched back, tiny breasts squishing, pressing my own harder against the stone. “Good girl–”

Felt something hot in my ovaries. A rush of heat. Fuzzy blanket over my mind.

“–likes being called good girl.”

“Nggh… mmh-m.”

“And likes titty-nipple tease.” A hand captured my helpless breast in a squeeze. Fingers twisted the tip, driving my mind deeper into that subby haze. “And likes choking.” A tail burrowed into the narrow space where my chin met the collar, cutting off blood and air. 

Drool dribbled past my grit teeth. My pussy pulsed hot and ready against the cock that stood right beneath it. I groaned with open need.

“And earlicks,” she said it while sliming my sensitive pointy ear with a long tongue.

I was moaning, destroyed already.

She said something else and spanked my ass.

I was hers already, a slobbering mess of a slave begging for use.

She stroked the base of my tail, thumb on the erogenous underside near my anus, jerked it like it was a cock. Fuck. Had they done that yesterday? I couldn’t remember, it all blurred together.

She touched and promised every spot, whispering things.

“If good girl tells why so fun being free-used, then I will give all the rewards! Promise!”

“You… wanna… see?” Head deep in submissive lust, I lost control of the tiny shreds of my nascent divinity and that power resonated in the words I spoke to her.  “Have a taste.”

Her body tightened around mine, tail choking, finger digging into flesh. Hot hard pulses traveled through the cock trapped between my thighs and shot their steamy load on the floor beneath my face. We both collapsed beneath her orgasming body and I splatted face-first into spunk. 

The others helped her off and I finally got fucked. Three, four, were there five? A small crowd of Nararu took me.

I gurgled on cock and choked down the first moans of orgasm when my lower body was filled up and my womb squished by cock from beneath and below. They rammed in hard, abusing my raw and tender holes for their relief. I kicked and screamed against the tails and limbs that held me pinned for their use and I squirted on someone’s tummy.

My promised reward was unleashed on me.

Tails on the neck and palms over my lips and nose held my mind on the black edge of consciousness whenever orgasms weren’t doing it. 

Steady drip-drip of pain rewards tugged at my nips, tightening my holes, encouraging me to stop slacking and serve the cock in my throat like a proper slut.

‘Good girls’ and tongues caressed my ears kept my toes writhing. 

Increasingly harsh open palm and tail-whip spanks across my ass, thighs, tummy, tits, and even face woke me from spans of lust-madness and back into servile lucidity. They learned quickly to make me obey with pain and that my maso-ass liked to receive full-strength spanks on my spunk-painted pussy as reward for being such a good girl.

Moments blended into a chorus of ebbing sensations. Cool slimy bodies sliding around mine. Thighs and breasts and slender curves. Shackled wrists. Hard cocks. Pain and pleasure of my raw holes. Shaking hips. Wet smacks. Hard stone. Hair pull and scrambling. Obedience. Being dragged. Choking on cock. Cum inside my nose. Tears. Choking cough. Sperm squirting out of my anus and pussy. Wet and sticky legs. Jingle of the chain. Pressure around my slave collar. Pussy and ass – so raw. It hurt! Weight and strength pinning me against the cum-pool. Hoisting me up. Tears and pain. Bites on my breasts. Teeth on my thighs. Kissing. Taste of cum. Cocks stretched my lower body until it felt I was just one hole. One wet, screaming, pathetic, hole fit for nothing but serving as someone’s cum-dump or pleasure-slut.

It was midnight when I came to my senses.

My thoughts swirled. My holes throbbed. Cum trickled out of me. Breathing felt heavy. My stomach looked pregnant again. My insides were bloated with cum. Even my womb felt full to bursting. My holes hurt. 

“Ngghh ahh…” I cried a little. It hurt so bad.

Fuck, my pubic mound burned hot. My ass. My thighs. Everywhere was covered and sizzled in red marks of impact. Finger-bruises riddled my purple curves. Nipples pulsed from stretching and abuse.

My body tensed as I paingasmed and squirted out a few liters of spunk from my anus and pussy before collapsing back into a pathetic used puddle.

“Shada… Shnaph…”

They lay unconscious on the cold floor, fucked senseless, bloated, coated in sperm.

“Ghotta work… Eat up.” I swallowed the lump of cum in my mouth and found another inside my nasal cavity. 

It began sliding down my throat. Blinking through tears, I gulped it down. 

“Girls.”

Groaning, they stirred. Shadada slipped once and fell face-down into cum before managing to squirm her back against the fuck-post. We retreated to sit beside her and rest a little.

Before us spread out our nightly labor: Three cum-stained bodioes, vast puddles of spunk, and piles upon piles of clay pots and bowls filled to brim.

Snaps shivered in a small climax. A small tide of cum pushed out from between her spread open legs.

Similar tides were spreading between my legs and Shadada’s. None of us could hold it inside us with how loose we’d been used.

“Believe in miracles,” I said.

Shadada groaned. “Half done.”

“I’m done… I can’t…”

“One gulp at a time,” I encouraged Snaps. “Get your pussy into the game. Just think remember we’re their slaves and this is our role. Think of yourself as a good little cumdump girl.”

Snaps’ expression melted. “Well… Mmmh.”

We bent our noses down into spunk. I’d barely had time to gather and swallow four slimy mouthfuls off of the floor, when a chill ran down my spine. 

The night had gone silent and the air cold.

We rose to sit up and shrank back. 

The forest and stars were gone, replaced by a blackness steaming with bluish ethereal mists that swam with Nararu ancestral spirits. 

Beings of tribal myth, half-Nararu, half beast, these were creatures of hulking barbarian femininity married to monstrous claws and jaws. 

There were tiny ones smaller than goblins with cruel teeth and slithering tongues that oozed strange venoms. There were goliaths ten-fifteen times the size of modern Nararu with tails like constrictor snakes and glowing eys obscured by hanging tentacled hairs. There were lithe hyena-like Nararu with long hanging barbred cocks. There were mythical huntresses armed with herculean physiques. There was a pack of six siblings of monstrous proportions with the scent of unreal herbs and primordial forests.

“U-uhm… Hello?” I said, laughing awkwardly. “Here to help a little goddess out?”

Ghostly mist rushed and the swirl that swallowed me muted my friends’ screams. Mist entered me throug nostrils, ears, and eyes.

***

I was naked Nararu warrior, lithle, chameleon, biting, clawing, and slashing my daggers against the slimy roots of the living forest, fighting on and on until and through exhaustion, until my skin ran with sweat and my muscles moaned in agony. Fighting my way through the forest until my step stumbled and my grip slipped and then I was taken.

Tendrils seized my limbs from me and held me helpless and dragged me deeper into the slimy cavernous depths of the living forest. Tendrils fucked my holes and jerked my girldick made me scream until the warrior was gone and all that remained was a breeding-girl sobbing in shame.

I was a warrior of speed and agility, long-limbed and claw-toed, running through the ancestor-charted paths of the living forest faster than wind. I leapt over the grasping vines and dashed over the petal-mouths opening in walls and floors and ceilings, until the vase-flowers breathed their noxious breath and filled my lungs with lust.

My limbs were swallowed and bound by flowers, my torso suspended in a chamber of lust-mist that melted my thoughts with want until my dick and pussy leaked with need and I could make no more words.

 I was…

***

I gasped, back in the cold night and mist, back in my cum-bloated and raw-fucked body. Back in chains. A shark-toothed Nararu arose from my shoulder, growling in my ear.

“No. I will not let our past be your test, stranger. Not to unworthy godling.”

Hazily, I grew aware of the large spiritual body overlapping with mine. We stood upright on our toes, tail straight, back arched. The spirit’s clawed forelimbs detached from my bound arms and reached around.

One talon dove through my abdomen and sent a spasm of craze through me when it seized my womb. The other phased through our pelvis and began playing a tune on the pleasure-nerves connected to our cock and pussy like they were a harp. 

“Are you wothy then? Are you unbreakable?”

I felt something snap in my brain and creamed myself, ejecting what cum remained in my anus and pussy all over the floor.

***

I was an ancient shaman wrestling my magic against the tendril mass of living forest as it climbed my thighs, inside me, up my body, bound my arms, seized my neck, and finally silenced my spells.

I was in my own body, spent and exhausted, bred like a breeding cattle against the ground by a bestial ancestral on all fours.

She grabbed my entire face in one massive clawed hand, yanked my body off the ground, gathered my ankles with another monstrous hand and bent them up. I let out a moany whimper of pain as she bent me, folding my straight legs up near my face. Then screamed into the claw pressed against my nose and mouth when a single violent thrust speared my sluthole wide and punched through my cervix.

Brain went nutty. Pain. It stretched so much. Too much. Too fast. Too deep. Every thrust was a cruelly deep and forceful ram, like his whore-breaker was purposefully trying to fuck me dumb.

I sobbed and begged for the monstrous thing to show my abused slit mercy, seeking its glowing eyes with my teary gaze. The ghost of bestial instincts stared back at me with hunger. The only thing left of that ancestor knew was want. And that want liked my tears.

A long dragonic tail of ethereal fins and pointy scales coiled, then slammed across the bottoms of my up-bent thighs, an inch above where its cock met my pussy. Sharp, cruel pain jolted through my body. Burning hurt radiated where I’d been hit. Then, before I could get used to it, the evil tail punished my soft under-thighs right where I was rawest. 

My whimpering was muffled into sobbing huffs. My cheeks burned hot with tears.

“Fight. Escape. Run,” she growled.

I let myself be bred dumb and loved it.

I was a young warrior diving from up high into the heart of the great jelly sea that’d coalesced over the living forest. Cool slime splashed against my body and forces within it stirred, swirling to seize and imprison me as I dove frantically to reach the very heart at the bottom, kicking and clawing my way down towards the faraway forest, until a current punched my chest in and I lost my breath.

Slime flooded my face and head and all my vulnerabilities and I was defeated beneath pleasure.

I lived through dozens of warrior dream-trials, journeying from myth to myth with struggle, capture, defeat, and my inevitable submission as the only consists. The nightmares railed me through and turned me into a slobbering mess.

***

A sound of squirty splashing woke me up. I groaned against the grogginess and hazy dreams of spirit rape. Cold steel reminded me of the bondage on my neck and wrists immediately. My ass and pussy ached with tenderness and my body was a sticky mess. 

“Ngghh?”

“Hey hey! Up yet?” asked a friendly Nararu-shape looming over me.

Oh, damn. The three of us were totally fucked into ruins, abandoend in aged puddles of cum, and surrounded by uneaten bowls.

We had not eaten any of it last night and oop… 

It was midday.

I laughed weakly. There went our two-day streak. 

“Aww, did free-use friend not have time to eat everything last night?” asked one of the Nararu.

One knelt before me and brought her hardon in my view. “Didn’t want to wake up! Sorry.”

“It’s ahh…” Oh gosh, we had to start the three-day cum eating countdown all over again. Though if every night was gonna be like that…

Welp.

“Sleep more if you need.”

“Nhhn… No I’m…”

“Just bringing some more here!” A Nararu just above me was milking an empty condom made out of some plant latex into a big jar. 

Shit. The number of cum bowls was growing. 

“Breakfast? Must be hungry.” One of them scooped up the cum from the floor and gathered it into a doggybowl before me. The cum was still fresh, magically preserved by my own dumb ass miracle. 

“Nggh.” I tried to crawl over, but my entire body was trembling from exhaustion. 

“Free-use friend needs help!”

“Here.”

“We’ll help.”

“Ah, I can… whoah!”

“It’s no trouble!”

“No trouble at all!”

They put me into a kneeling position. Hands gathered my hair and bound it. One held me by my ponytail and horns. Another grabbed me by the chin and raised my face up.

“Say aah!”

“Ngggaahhh~”

A thumb pressed my tongue down and fingers spread my mouth and they began forcing cum down my face, scooping handfuls off of the floor, my body, and the bowls, helping them directly into my mouth by pressing their finger-ladles past my teeth. I struggled to swallow.

I chewed on the viscous cum with jaws weak from serving as a public hole. Thick stinky sperm rolled around my mouth, filling every nook. I tried swallowing, but coughed it out instantly. Way too sticky, fruity, and thick. How many more days would I have to swallow this? I couldn’t do it. The musky spunky smell punched deep through my nose and into my brain, making my head spin. 

I spat it out.

“Oh no! Here, more help.” She pushed the cum back in, added some more, and closed my mouth and sealed my lips and nose with her hand.

Eyes wide, whimpering against the hand, I started struggling, writhing against their grip.

“Breakfast first. Then more fuck, if friend slave is ready?”

Three horny gazes met my pleading eyes. I came a little as I forced the cum down.

“More?” One offered her cum-coated fingers.

“Thank you.” I suckled it off of her fingers. 

“Are you ready? Can we fuck them now?”

“If they beg for it.”

I’d sworn on my miracle that we’d serve them as sluts. We had no choice, unless we wanted to spend the rest of our days shackled here as sperm sinks. I bent over and made myself fuckable.