The Empress’s Pet (pt. 2)
CW: noncon, muzzled, straitjacketed, implied past abuse, forced orgasm
Tears stung hot in Arella’s eyes as she stormed towards Celeste’s private quarters. She slammed the doors open, freezing when she saw Mathias on the bed, pulled against Celeste as she idly played with her tablet. Both were fully clothed, thank the gods, but Mathias was securely straitjacketed and muzzled, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. Rage burned in Arella’s chest.
“I told you—”
“Try again,” Celeste snapped, causing Arella’s tongue to fall limp. She huffed.
“Your… Majesty,” she said through gritted teeth. “I warned you not to antagonize Mathias Hayes, and here he is, as your pet?!” Her fists tightened. “I’m— I just—.” She inhaled sharply, trying to compose herself, feeling Mathias’s eyes on her.
Celeste set her tablet down and stared at the young soothsayer. Her eyes burned with malice.
“I don’t recall you having any authority to question my decisions, Miss Young,” she hissed. “We will discuss this later.”
She opened her mouth to argue, then stopped, looking at Mathias: the heavy bags under their tear-stained eyes, the heavy muzzle that clearly hadn’t been removed in several days… Any argument from her would probably result in his punishment, and he couldn’t take much more. She sighed.
“Yes, your majesty,” she said, then turned to march out, her fists clenched at her sides. She slammed the door shut behind her.
Celeste sighed and turned to her helpless captive, who mewled and shifted his legs. He didn’t bother fighting against the straitjacket, resigned to staring at her with bloodshot eyes. He blinked, hoping to gain some sort of sympathy from her. Instead, she stretched her arms above her, then turned and grinned at them. He whimpered softly, swallowing around the bit in his mouth.
“I’m bored,” she said, a whining pitch in her voice. “And you’re such good company, my dear boy. What do you think we should do now?”
“Mmmnn…” They didn’t look at her, their cheeks turning pink. Tears slid down their muzzled face.
“How about…” Her hand grabbed the inside of his thigh, inching towards his crotch. “We have some fun?”
“Mmff!” He jerked as her hand squeezed. She laughed, then slid her fingers underneath the elastic band of his boxers. He sobbed, attempting to inch away from her.
“No, no,” she ordered, staring at him, and their body went rigid. “You need to obey me. Now stand up.”
They squeezed their eyes shut as their body moved on its own, bringing him to his feet on the ground. Sweat beaded at her forehead and Celeste approached her. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move.
Celeste let her robe drop off her shoulders, revealing a set of lacy pink lingerie that looked itchy and uncomfortable. Mathias tugged at the straitjacket before quickly giving up. She had been anticipating this moment. She slid next to him, sliding both his pants and boxers to their ankles. Their face burned red as she assessed him, a grin on her face.
“Mmm, yes, I think you’ll do quite nicely,” she said, shoving them back onto the bed.
Before they could sit up, she straddled them, feeling them up and down, forcing them to squirm and moan softly. She forced their knees apart, gripping their cock in her hand. He squirmed and bucked and cried as she stimulated him, then mounted him and began grinding.
He’d never been sexually involved with anyone before, and his first experience was not a pleasant one. He hurt, he ached, he struggled, and he cried. He pleaded through the muzzle, sobbing and begging to be released; to be let go, to—
He cried out as stimulation grew, and his hips bucked involuntarily. She, in response, moaned loudly, pushing down on his shoulders with the palms of her hands. Tears streamed down their face, their vision blurry and their face hot, with embarrassment, with… excitement?
It was a strange feeling and they hated it. They strained against their straitjacket, thrashing as she sped up, crying out in ecstasy. He, too, screamed as he reached climax, feeling himself go limp inside her. Panting and sweating, she pulled herself off them, grinning widely.
“I enjoyed that,” she said. “Did you?”
Their voice caught in their throat for a moment, then they began weeping. Sobs wracked their body as the feeling of disgust overwhelmed them. Dirty and disgusted and violated.
