Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 86

Smack!

“Ahhhn…”

“Repent!”

Smack!

“Hnnnn…” I moaned.

“I said repent your sins.”

“Yes, Daddy…” I moaned.

I was stripped naked, tied to a bedpost, and paddled from behind by a religious figure. Of the kinky things that had ever happened in my life, this was probably up there. After tying me up, Father Isaac used a knife to cut off all of my clothing. It was already enough to make me wet with anticipation, but once he brought out the paddle, it was all over for me.

Every time he struck my bottom, I ended up cumming from the pure pleasure of it all. I was leaking so many juices down my legs that the bed was saturated. I wasn’t able to hide my pleasure at all, and as much as it outraged him, his hardest swing only meant more pleasure for me. Although I couldn’t see my ass, I was pretty sure my high heeling even meant that all the damage was repairing as fast as he could dish it out.

“I can see your corruption runs even deeper than I thought.” Father Isaac spoke in a saddened voice. “I will need to use more strenuous manners.”

The next thing I knew, my hands were untied from the bed and hogtied behind me. Father Isaac seemed particularly skilled at this. He must have tied up women before. I wondered if this room was Father Isaac’s chambers or a room he used to violate women. He said he was going to punish me for my sins, but did that mean he was going to fuck me? I was dying for his dick, but even if he just beat me all night it’d be a good time.

“If you wish to be saved, then beg me for forgiveness.” The priest demanded.

“Please, Father Isaac... I beg of you to forgive my sins. I'm sorry for what I've done and I'll do anything to atone."

He waved the paddle at me threateningly, "Your crimes are beyond forgiveness. But I am merciful, and I shall grant you one last chance to save yourself."

"Anything..." I whimpered, lost in the role I was playing that night.

“Your body is sinful and dirty. Prayer and punishment are not going to be enough. I will need to cleanse it myself.” He declared. “I will need to cleanse you from the inside out.”

“Y-yes, Father.” I panted. “Cleanse me.”

He nodded as if that was what he expected. He pulled out a bottle and then took a drink, but he seemed to keep the liquid in his mouth. He leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back hungrily, but he didn’t seem to become infatuated with the kiss. Instead, he pushed some substance down my throat. I swallowed it instinctively, and then he pulled away before I could do anything else.

He took another swig, and then he pulled my tied-up body to the edge of the bed, and then forcefully spread my legs. With one hand squeezing my hips, he went right between my legs. The fingers of his other hand ran through my pubic hair while his tongue came out and attacked my sensitive labia. He dipped his tongue into my wetness. A moment later, I felt him push something inside me with his tongue, presumably the liquid he had just drunk. He came out and drank another swig. He lifted me again, and my eyes could only widen as he stuck his tongue in my ass. Like before, I felt the warm liquid tribble into my hole.

I eagerly waited for his next step, but the old man walked over and sat down in the chair. I felt slightly gypped. Other than spitting some water in my holes, he barely did anything else. That’s what I thought, but after a minute or two I started to feel strange. My lips started to tingle, and down below I also felt similar tingles. At first, I thought it was just impatience or even horniness.

Yet, after another minute, my body started to feel very sensitive. I was already extremely sensitive to touch. My body perceived everything as pleasure, and it didn’t take more than the thought of sex to make me wet. Even without being touched, I could orgasm just with thought alone, and yet it was nothing quite like this. I realized that the liquid he had put in me was some kind of drug. It was making the parts around me even more sensitive than usual.

My pussy was throbbing with lust. My lips quivered with desire. Even my asshole seemed to thrum with the desire to be penetrated. I had the urge to touch myself, and yet with my hands behind my back, I couldn’t do anything. The pleasure became so intense that it was indistinguishable from pain. My body was covered in sweat and I was panting.

“Please… please… fuck me…” I moaned, rubbing my soaking thighs together as I failed to deliver the pleasure I wanted.

“No.” He responded, continuing to watch.

His denial cut into me like a knife, and that seemed to make the pleasure amplify. Just when I thought the sensitivity had reached its maximum, the solution seemed to take me a step further and I became even more sensitive. I thrashed around on the bed, letting out grunts and moans.

“I need it… I need it…” I moaned and gasped.

“You will not receive it.”

I had always thought the idea of someone wanting something so badly that they’d die was a joke, but my body was so sensitive that I thought I’d die. The pleasure didn’t even stop at the cavities. They seemed to spread out across all of my erogenous zones. My entire body was on fire, and if no one put it out, I’d explode.

The one kind of play I had never really done in all the depraved things I had done in this world was denial play. Oh, sure, I had been teased and denied dick for a time, but it had never been anything like this. My body was in agony. I realized I was screaming as my body writhed and fought against my restraints until they hurt. Had they been normal ropes, I would have broken through them, but the dastardly man had used something stronger. Perhaps, they were enchanted.

It was hard to grasp time. Seconds felt like hours, while hours could have been seconds. The agony increased until reality began to break. My only choice was to sink into my illusions. Yet, the drugs seemed to even affect them. They kept me from forming a vivid illusion in my mind. I imagined a man on top of me, sliding his dick into me. I could feel it. I could feel him fucking me, but the pleasure wasn’t there. I received no relief, only more desire.

My mind conjured up countless forms. I imagined horses, demons, and men. Some of them I had tasted before, while others I had never met. I sucked their dicks, while letting them violate my ass and pussy. I felt myself getting plowed and pummeled. I could feel their dicks sliding in and out of me. Yet, stimulation only increased more. I grew wetter and more aroused, but I seemed unable to orgasm. Eventually, even my illusions shattered.

I lay in a world of sexual torment, denied any release. My mind thought of nothing but sex. My body craved nothing but sex. I would have given anything, done anything, for that sweet moment of release. I would have killed, married, or fucked anyone to help me cum.

Yet, in that shadowy world of torment, I slowly became aware of a set of eyes on me. I looked up to see them staring down at me. They were the eyes of the Bahamut statue. I was going to ignore them, but that’s when they blinked. The form of Bahamut stepped forward out of the shadowy darkness, staring down at me. He was large… larger than I had ever imagined. It wasn’t the statue at all I was looking at, but the actual dragon god.

Merely under his gaze, I felt my body shudder from top to bottom. He did have a presence that insight fear and respect. The feelings of pain and discomfort seemed to drift away, and I was left with a strange floaty feeling. It seemed like my body was no longer on the bed, but floating in a realm of shadows, where it was just me and Bahamut.

“Aria the God Killer.” His voice spoke low, vibrating my body and chest. “Aria, Dragon Layer.”

The second word seemed to have some kind of amusement.

“Y-you’re dead…” I spoke quietly.

“I was a god, death is only a relative state.” Bahamut declared.

I shook my head in confusion. “No… this isn’t… real…”

“Maybe… maybe this is an illusion. Maybe, it’s your mind.”

“I… feel…lost”

“To speak with me, your body must reach the state of Nirvana. Monks and holy men will spend their lives meditating with the hopes of reaching this state. They would likely pull out their hair to learn that you reached it by becoming… too horny.”

“Why am I here?” I asked.

“One of my followers sought to break your sex drive. He drugged you to numb your body. He thinks to remove your clitoris and deface your sexual organs to remove your capacity to orgasm. This allowed you to reach the world between worlds unexpectedly.” Bahamut answered. “Or, perhaps, you meant why did you come to this world?”

“This world?” I asked, my eyes widening.

“You fell through a slip, a crack between worlds. It happens from time to time. Usually, animals or inconsequential items. You’re the first sentient being I have ever seen slip through accidentally.”

“Accident…” I made a face. “B-but… my skills…”

“When one comes from one county to another, they have a term, yes? Customs… you must go through customs to bring items along, following the rules of that new country. Since you didn’t travel here through interdimensional travel, you bypassed customs. The rules were never set up for you. It was a mistake.”

I closed my eyes, feeling a hot tear run down my cheek. My lips turned into a half smile, half cringe. I had always suspected what he said. Min spoke of me having a higher purpose. I had thought I’d be a hero or savior. In the end, it was all a lie. It was just a cosmic accident. I wasn’t brought into this world. I slipped through a crack. It figured.

“I do… have no purpose.” I sighed.

“Purpose?” Bahamut tilted his head. “Does anyone have a purpose? We all do what we must for the reasons that we choose. Everyone has their justifications and will act on those justifications. I had my path, and whether it was the right path or the wrong path, it led me to my death and the world where it is today.”

“My disciple, the demon king Oberon seeks his purpose. He wishes to obtain immortality, to take on my throne. He wishes to become the Demon God. He wants to restore the balance of mana to this world, and all it will cost him is everything else.”

“Demon God… is that what he wants.” I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “What does that take?”

“Sacrifice,” Bahamut explained. “A river of demonic blood.”

“A war…” My eyes widened. “That’s why he’s let the country collapse to this point! He wants everyone to fight! He plans to let them all kill each other, and then he’s going to suck up all of that mana to finish the ceremony the two of your started!”

“You seem to already know…”

I shook my head. “If that’s the plan, then why me? Yeah, I’m helping cause the war, but… my kids…”

“Before one becomes an immortal god, perhaps they wish to leave something behind…” Bahamut seemed to be speaking vaguely, but it made sense to me.

“He said I wasn’t instrumental… just a hope.” I sighed. “When he becomes a god, he wouldn’t be able to have a child. He wants to leave something of himself behind… the next Demon Lord, of course, with himself as the God above.”

“You’re as intelligent as I’d expect of those from your world.”

“It’d be nice to know if I was speaking to you, or if this was just an illusion of my mind working through these answers.”

“Who knows?” Bahamut responded.

“Well, do you at least have a way to wake me up before that crazy priest cuts up my genitals?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that… he is already dead.”

“Eh? Did I…?”

“No, your body is… in danger. You should wake up quickly.”

“Okay, then, wake me?”

“Only you can leave Nirvana.”

“And how can I do that?” I demanded.

“Given how you arrived, I can only think of one way.” The dragon spoke oddly.

“How… oh…” My eyes looked down to see something I recognized, though it looked a lot bigger and more robust and erect.

“Release.”