Revelation of Weakness Chapter 2

**Here's that new chapter 2 to that story I reposted yesterday. Expect a lot more cartoonish levels of ballbusting, as well as CFNM and forced submission.**

**I'm still very much new to this, so I'd appreciate any feedback anyone has on the story as a whole. Enjoy.**

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Saturday morning sunlight seeped in through the windows of a usually quiet household. An abode whose owner rarely welcomed visitors and couldn’t have ever imagined letting a boy spend the night — at least, not until this weekend. Casually dressed in pajama pants and a wrinkled button-down, Sadie laid basking in the dawn as a new woman.  

She was being carried slowly down her hallway, riding a small futon that was just large enough to support her torso. Where her legs spilled over the edge, a rope was looped around her ankle. It jostled across the hall to the miserable male crawling on all fours. Still stark naked, he was covered only by the other end of the rope — knotted tightly around his privates. 

“What’s wrong, Stress-Boy? I thought you wanted to leave, but you’re hardly going anywhere,” she mocked, folding an arm behind her head and slipping a hand within her panties. Enjoying another encore to yesterday’s debasing performance. “It's much too cold for you to run out in the nude, you know. When I agreed to see you off, I made it clear you had to cover up first…and that you had until breakfast time — which is pretty soon”. She left out the part where she stored Luke’s clothes at the other edge of the house, or that he had to haul her by his balls en route. 

Luke could only respond by groaning through grit teeth, painfully lurching forward on hands and knees. His desperation to escape Sadie’s care couldn’t have been clearer, yet it didn’t change how hopeless and one-sided this new wager was. Every inch he progressed weighed heavily on his masculine organs, owing to the same womanly mass that had immured him.  

While the lady did not actively participate in this humiliating tug of war, her guest could feel every little movement of the body he was dragging. The taught fibers between them vibrated in response motion, transferring additional pain to the designated weakness of men. This concerned even the gentle rhythm of Sadie’s self-stimulation, so she was effectively battering his groin by pleasuring her own. 

Amber eyes drank deep of the humbled boy’s visage. The buckling squirm with which knees and legs slithered on the floor. The comical sight of his pearls hanging far behind his trunk, huddling against the head of his shaft to form an ornate trio of squishy man parts. The large and slender hand marks glimmering on his bare bottom, left from prior disciplinary action. All of it fueled this beholder’s rising arousal, urging her to quicken in pace. 

The passage seemed to grow longer before Luke, as if to taunt him. He redoubled his efforts, trudging faster, but his nuts couldn’t keep up. Increasing speed required a higher strain, and this strain overcame whatever resistance he had developed. The man crumbled to the floor, wailing out the agony in his nether region. This pitiful collapse was well witnessed by his passenger; it tugged at feminine loins just enough to push her beyond the verge of climax. Tremors of joy traveled down the rope, channeling baleful shockwaves into the abused manhood.  

The corridor now stretched deep into the distance. Luke could not see the end. He pushed himself back onto all fours and heaved onward. His pain receptors complained again. He ignored them. They screamed louder, begging for some kind of relief from the tension. He instinctively swung a leg behind him, catching the rope to take that burden off his genitals.  

‘*Oh shit,’* Luke thought, realizing the mistake he just committed absentmindedly. Unhooking his leg quickly in correction. He hoped that, in her orgasmic bliss, his passenger didn’t catch him in the act. Surely her eyes were blurry, rolled off in another direction, or even closed, right? 

Wrong. One glazed over pupil refocused in time to spot that transgression. Its owner immediately rose from the futon, reassuming her towering stature far above the grounded rule-breaker. “That’s cheating\~!” decreed the woman in song, eager to cast judgement. 

“Wait! Sadie, please! It was—GAAAAAHH!!!” 

She paid his excuses no mind, instead kicking her rope-bound foot fiercely behind her. Reeling the line back in one swift motion. “I’m so glad you’ll be staying, my high-pitched guest of honor. There’s so much more fun to be had!” 

Her words echoed loudly within the captive's head as he flew backwards in the air. Time slowed down, keeping him perpetually airborne during a slow searing pain that presented no sign of receding. As he screamed, all surfaces of the infinite hallway began to dim in color, contrasted by the sparks of flashing white bursting from each window, corner, and edge. Every detail of this tunnel rushed out past the horizon with the speed of a train. 

 

And then Luke woke up. 

 

***>>*** 

 

“Uuuuhhhh,” groaned Luke, picking himself up off the floor. Apparently having rolled right off the side of his bed. “Can’t believe I’m still dreaming about it. Surprised I’m not wetting the sheets like the baby I am.” 

It was well after his nightmarish weekend at Sadie’s place; Thursday, in fact. But his mind was still back there. No matter how much he chastised himself over it, Luke couldn’t help dwelling on what Sadie had put him through.  

Even now, he was absentmindedly running a hand over his package. Searching as if to make sure they weren’t still being gripped by rope, female fingers, or some other type of vice. Soon as he caught himself, the hand was ripped away in a bout of frustration. What was he even looking for? Didn’t he know that memory was from days ago, and not something that just happened?  

*‘Yeah, keep checking your junk every 30 seconds you dumbass. I’m sure you’ll find something on try number eleventy-billion.’* 

Still weary from restless sleep, the fellow quit the confines of his bedroom. Who would have thought the mere sight of a hallway could inspire so much dread? Previous night terror remained fresh in perception, enough that the aisle of Luke’s own apartment made his balls hurt. An imaginary ache that swiftly pushed the tenant through bathroom door. 

A bitter reflection stared back at the guy brushing his teeth. Why was he torturing himself like this? He had gone over what occurred last Friday countless times. All the flirting, misunderstandings, and overreactions that led his goods into that vixen’s palm. All the many mistakes he made barking up the wrong tree until it slammed down upon him. There was no desire to get even, facing that crazy bitch again would be insane. He simply wanted to GET OVER IT; accept his costly fuck up and leave it behind. 

His throbbing psyche wouldn’t let him, though. Constantly making him relive scenes from the event, night after night. Look at him! He still cringed when disrobing before a shower. Sure, this birthday suit had been his uniform at that Witch’s lair, but how was he gonna move on if he kept acting like this? Didn’t help that he immediately spaced out in the tub. 

Looking up at that shower head, his thoughts raced all the way back to Kate’s party. The hiss of rushing water became the chatter of partygoers, and he was once again standing behind that delectable statue of a woman. Who knew the fattie hosting was related to such a specimen? 

Ms. Eiffel Tower was busy installing some kind of electronic chandelier with flashing lights. A real tacky prop that anyone else in attendance would have needed a multi-step stool ladder to reach. The others were avoiding her, even the dudes, which made no sense. Even in her modest wear, his sleazy gaze could outline the subtle curves that denoted her huge but mostly proportional figure. That ass had to be massive — and she seemed pretty flexible too, judging by how easily the chick craned her arms up and over like that. 

 

*‘No one wants a piece of that? More for me,’* was the thought back then. Should have known better. Hindsight proved just how much of a bad omen that first sighting was. It pulled his mind into last Saturday again. 

 

***<<<*** 

 

“What the hell is that?!” questioned Luke, following the still present but now forward-facing cord tugging at his package. Arms restrained in new leather behind him. 

“It’s a rope wheel, obviously,” responded Sadie. “Haven’t you ever seen a pulley system–Ah I get it. This wasn’t hanging in my kitchen when you came over last night. So how can it be here today? Don’t tell me I ‘busted’ your brain as well. Suppose guys really do think down there and have nothing within their skulls.” She mockingly knocked on his forehead, imitating hollow noises with her mouth. 

“Sadie, I —” 

“The world doesn’t stop just because a little fun puts you to rest, Luke. I was working on ceiling mounts exactly like this when we first met, wasn’t I? Test yourself how sturdy an installation I can make while you snooze like a baby.” 

The denigrated dude saw this titanic dame reach skyward with the other rope-end in hand. Hardly finding time to object before swift movements fed the line over the rolling device and pulled it down the opposite side. “Wuh-wah-WAIT!!” 

“Up you gooooooo\~” 

Yet again, the male was hoisted aloft by his pride. Cursing that lustful organ under jagged gasps as he screeched and hollered all the way up. Gravity would provide no respite this time. Sadie made sure of that by tying the cord’s working end to a distant radiator, locking at a higher than amazonian altitude. 

“You're flailing about so much,” she stated. Indeed, Luke was kicking around so widely you’d think he was trying to walk in air. And exactly what good did shaking the arm binder do him? “Even in dangle, my toy loves squirming for me, doesn’t it? Aww, but there’s nothing to push off of. Here, let me help.”  

One shove and said toy was swinging in cycles like a pendulum. Sadie continued to talk over all the wails, sobs, and begging to be let down. She definitely listened, but acknowledged it only as background music to enjoy. “Now this is a much better ornament than what Sis had in mind. I should stage my own party with boys hanging by their bits everywhere, wouldn’t even need speakers with all the live music. That means other women make up the regular attendees. Although, who would I actually invite? Hmmm…Anyway, Stress-Boy, I’ll get started on breakfast. Feel free to keep singing, it really lightens the mood in this place.” 

It was a while before the scream-filled struggling stopped — especially when the chef pushed and swayed the weeping party prop several more times — yet Luke did eventually settle into a sort of tentative calm. No matter what, he was up there for as long as the dame desired, and thrashing violently served only to worsen the matter. Though the pain remained gargantuan, it began to dull with time. Further mitigated when hunger arose in response to the smell of cooking. 

Sadie served up a huge heaping plate of Swedish pancakes, home fries, scrambled eggs and sausages. She carefully cut the stacks of crepe-like goodness and encased meat into bite sized pieces before mixing all the food together. Walking up besides her hanging visitor, she leaned back to rest her rear on a high countertop, holding the plate in one hand and a fork in another. She proceeded to stab at the food and ferry it into her mouth. Once, twice, and then on every third time she instead reached up to the visitor, pushing the loaded fork past his trembling lips. “Eat.” 

Luke was crossed with himself. This vapid demoness had turned him into a mockery of a man. Beating him up and down the house like some drunkard’s wife; getting her kicks off his tears. She dubbed him “a baby,” just recently, was he seriously going to let this broad feed him like one? Still being posted up as some ballbusted effigy, at that?...Predictably, yes. Growling stomach won over strangled ego, and the male did as he was told. 

Once the meal was done, Sadie had it washed down with orange juice. Tipping a tall — and decidedly acrylic — glass into Luke’s lips, preventing any futile funny business from shattering it or causing harm.  

As she lowered the cup, she brushed the winding black hair out of her eyes, revealing that familiar golden glare from underneath the darkness. Sadie locked onto the man-defining objects of her fancy, their shimmering red soreness reflecting back at her. “You know, little trouper, I always believed those…***things*** sprouting out of you boys would be disgusting aberrations I wanted nothing to do with. That was, until I explored yours…and put it to good use. It is so alluringly obscene that men come bundled with such pliable remotes. I press or twist those outside buttons any which way, and your entire body shifts in tandem for me! I have you to thank for opening my eyes to all this excitement.” 

Her unwilling performer sighed in resentment. *‘Yeah, yeah. You molest my naked ass into next day, and I can’t cop a feel or see so much as a midriff. Indomitable cunt.’* 

“Wow, that indignant expression leaves almost as little to the imagination as the rest of you. Don’t think this one-way exhibition is very fair, do you? How presumptuous. It was my little admirer who promised to serenade me, not the other way around…Still, I suppose I can offer recompense, if only a fittingly small amount. Hold tight.” 

Her sudden change in tone couldn’t have been good, Luke feared, bracing for the worst as she stepped toward the counterweighting radiator. Instead, she began tugging the knot loose, and his worries dissipated alongside his elevation. The ground drew closer and closer to the long suspended sufferer, only it never quite reached him. His outstretched feet remained just a small distance shy of precious floor.  

“Uhgmmm, a little more please,” he requested. 

“Shhhhh.” Long arms braced the hanging man against her figure. What segment of rope hung before his face was pulled aside like harp string, allowing his head to be pushed into shirt buttons warped over female bosom. “This is every boy’s dream, is it not? Enjoy it.” 

Not only was this a welcome reprieve compared to the Madam’s typical affection; the might of her embrace supported his weight fully, relieving that tethered crotch from the burden. Obediently, Luke lost himself in the wrinkles wrapping her form. Useless grievances melted away. Concepts like fairness and dignity lost all relevance. Struggle became an alien notion. There was only soft warmth. Only rest. Sinking into the very same hillside whose edges had carved him out. A small, fleeting comfort he was wise to savor in the moment, for the Mistress of the house relented only so long. 

Even as one arm persisted in tenderly enveloping this weary voyager, the other stretched back to the cord at opposite end of pulley system. Dragging it down to increase counter-weight. Stifled woe filtered through amazon mounds, originating from the smothered recipient. Being held in place while the ceiling wheel rolled Sadie’s line (and therefore his sack) away from him. 

“Mmppphhhfff” 

“Hehehe, quaking in my arms faster than an overstimulated child. I might as well be holding a human-sized vibrator. Truly delighted to see my guest so—pffffttt…pleased with his reward!” 

Sadie’s incessant laughter reverberated all around him. Each feminine giggle distorted itself from the last, until her mirth sounded unrecognizable. Mimicking the running rapids of a colossal waterfall, or more succinctly… 

 

…the water spraying in Luke’s own shower. Welcoming the daydreamer back to reality. 

 

***>>>>*** 

 

Luke pulled his hands away, finding he had buried his face so firmly against them that it imitated the smothering sensation he recalled. Heat was dialed near max, and he stood at just the right spot for the torrent to surround him at all sides...hugging him in warmth. “Unbelievable,” was all he could mutter to himself, patting dry before stepping into new briefs and undershirt. 

How he never slipped and busted his ass, standing effectively unconscious in that bathtub, Luke would never know. Maybe the rope stringing him up in memory kept his body upright throughout this little episode. Made as much sense as all the other ridiculous ordeals he was processing along the way out of the restroom. 

Unlike the heavily draped aperture of his bedroom, the windows lining the rest of Luke’s apartment were bare and undressed. Welcoming orange tones casted by…sunset? Oh that’s right! Luke’s sleep schedule was completely shot this week. Turns out you can’t maintain a proper cycle when you’re abruptly roused from one bad dream or lulled into another at any moment. He wasn’t late for work or anything either: that dump of a fast food joint had slashed his hours after months of slow business. So it wasn’t that surprising he would be waking up in the evening of a day he had off. 

The walking mess was thankful that what sleep deprived shifts he did work didn’t drive him to ramble and overshare. Disclosing any of this to workmates would get him labeled a nutcase. No one would ever believe he actually went through that torture, frankly, he was beginning to doubt it himself. The bloke certainly spent his weekend out SOMEWHERE, for he recalled in absolute running home, triple checking all the locks, and hiding under sheets Sunday night. Definitely used a ton of ointment on Monday to cool down swelling, too. Even so, how could his nards have survived half of those visions plaguing him as recent experiences? That girl would have crushed— Wait...fucking how big was she supposed to be again? Luke was almost sure that the more he envisioned her, the larger this giantess became, as if growing in size within his recollection. Wasn’t the most ludicrous part either: A virgin at her age? So clueless about dick she has to study the thing like it’s a strung-up frog?  

Funny, back when he sought to conquer Sadie, he was banking precisely on the anti-social broad being untouched and inexperienced. Isolated by overgrowth into a naive shut-in ripe for coaxing onto a sweet talker’s lap. Now he was discarding all these quirks as fanciful, appealing to reason as though everything about her was a figment of his imagination. Anything to cope, really. 

Resolving to focus on something else, the occupant made his way to the living room. Reaching into a box of chocolate chip muffins on his table and grabbing a few—uh…the last one, actually. 

“Swore there were more of these left.”  

Luke enjoyed his snack by the TV, forgetting to even sit down on the nearby couch. His mind being put at ease by the flow of broadcasting. A mattress commercial emerged on the screen, depicting a loving couple snuggling on a soft bed. Reminded him of something…something that unsurprisingly sent him drifting into another blasted hallucination. 

 

This one seemed to depict Sunday. 

 

***<<<<<*** 

 

“So this must be ‘Morning Wood’, hmm\~?” commented Sadie, sharing her bed with the battered visitant she was spooning. Snaking her arms around to take possession of his erect mast. “I could feel this pole of yours petrifying before you even woke up. Fancy little alarm clock\~. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think turning this knob shuffles your whole circadian rhythm.” 

The only blanket she afforded Luke was the opaque nightgown she wore. Its frills draping his naked back. As her chin rested on his scalp, a thick, ebony web coiled around the little spoon’s head. Formed by the unkempt hair of his keeper. 

Feminine claws bored into stiff flesh — accompanying a conversation comprised of woman’s words and man’s empty whimpers. “To think there’s a full industry of tools dedicated to wrecking man parts like this. Imagine this silly ‘hard-on’ being sealed in spiked metal. Inviting greater impalement on steel thorns that it could easily contract away from…Hehehe\~, agreed. That doesn’t appeal to me either…Couldn’t compare to the feel of my own nails sinking into you.” 

*‘Her hands…She won't be able to keep her hands off me,’* reflected her bedmate, echoing the foolish plan that had backfired worse than any other mistake in his life. Becoming familiar with an amazon’s grip wasn’t a prospect to yearn for, was it? 

“Anyway, this visit has been wonderful, but there’s work tomorrow, so I’ll finally have to insist you be on your way later. I expect best behavior for the rest of our time together, or you’ll be leaving tonight exactly as you are.” She ran fingers through his exposed chest and blew down his neck, illustrating the freezing winds outside. “Understood?” 

“Yes Ma’am. Loud and clear.” 

 

***>>>>>>*** 

 

The image on the TV disappeared in a wave of static. The result of Luke slamming the remote off switch with intensity. He couldn’t put into words how tired he was of these mental mirages and the shortening gap between them. Something had to be done. 

Even now, the dream lingered on. The familiar sensation of her breast boring on his back remained, as did the visual of overhanging hand strands framing his perspective like the shadow of prison bars. Indeed, it really felt like that she-devil was still folded around him. He had to fight off the urge to check, reminding himself not to entertain the delusion. Whatever may or may not have happened over the course of those three days, whether that woman was even real, this was all just his mind playing tricks on him. None of these ball-busting ventures were something he was currently experienci— 

“Still shivering, I see,” boomed an unmistakable voice right beside his ear. 

A loud clatter echoed as the remote hit the floor, its wielder spinning around to face the invading presence. And there she was: Kate’s sister from hell. Looming over him with every meter of elegance and view-eclipsing grandeur those infernal nightmares described. As if having climbed straight out of them. Dousing the terrified onlooker in her shadow, she came adorned with a blazer pencil skirt set and low-hanging satchel that marked her as having just left the office. A torrent of questions fired off at lightning pace. 

“S-Sadie!?” 

“That’s right Stress-boy. Your Lovely Heron came to pay a visit. Isn’t it grand?” 

“When did you—” 

“I could hear the shower running when I let myself in. You spent such an awfully long time in there I had to help myself to some snacks. Can’t say I approve of all this clutter in such a cramped living space, though, what more can I really expect?” 

“But I never told you where…how did you even get in!?” 

“Oh, give me some credit. You tossed your belongings aside for me to keep hold of while you visited, then spent so much time passed out I could go out to buy gear without worry. Obviously I’d have ample opportunity to copy your keys and address as well. And before you ask WHY I’m here: It’s actually for you to help me relax. Wouldn’t you know? I wanted it to be ‘busy as possible’ this week, and got exactly what I wished for. No one ever heeds that warning until the price is already being paid, right?” 

“Y-Ya can’t just barge in a—” 

“Hmmmmm\~. Disagree. You got room and board, along with a dutiful maid feeding, bathing, and keeping you warm for fifty-two hours. I’d say I’m owed plenty of unannounced breaks here. Besides, there’s a gift I brought you.” 

A horrific sense of anticipation overcame the atmosphere as the so-called maid reached into her pocket, producing two pairs of rings that she jingled before the tenant. Each duo was connected by a thin, lengthy chain similar to that of a necklace. One of the rings was split open in the direction opposite the chain, displaying an adjustable hinge system that no doubt allowed them to fasten over various thicknesses without needing to slide down the knuckles proper. 

Fear overtook Luke in viewing these offerings. From a normal girl, they would be romantic ornaments to share; tacky but harmless. Sadie was far beyond normal to begin with. What’s more, he had managed to awaken a demented craving within her, like a beast’s first taste of man flesh. From Sadie, they were assured to play part in another creative contortion of his manhood. One last chance remained to talk his way out of this chasm he dug himself. 

“It’s, uh, it’s great to see how much you’ve come out of your shell, Sadie. Really coming into your own. But there’s a whole world out there, and it’s full of much greater wonders than just…grabbing disgusting junks. A lady like you shouldn’t need to waste her time with a loser like me just to blow off steam. This run-down place is beneath you, so is any job that ruins your day. A dignified beauty like you would do amazing in modeling, break her way into the high life! I know a guy who—OOOUURRGGHH!!!” 

An eruption of force detonated underneath, catching the ineffective flatterer completely off-guard. Meeting her face required such an upturned view that it denied eyes on the ground, preventing any windup from being sighted before her shin catapulted him onto a painful landing on the floor. What constriction the skirt induced meant little with limbs so long and far-swinging. 

“Ahahaha, I couldn’t believe I never attempted the classic groin kick in all that time we had. Not disappointing in the slightest,” jeered Sadie. Squatting beside her coughing victim and the crumbs of cupcake he spat. “At any rate, I arrived to take a load off. Not for irrelevant prattle. Here, drink.” A plastic bottle emerging from the handbag was quickly affixed to Luke’s lips, squeezed at base such that the cheeks were filled by overflowing water. A motion apparently deliberate in rinsing his mouth out. “Pfffttt, ‘Modeling,’ he says. Must have really racked the old noggin to try and redirect me with *that*.” 

In truth, all avenues of escape were obstructed utterly; there was no getting out of this tormenting expanse — out of her. If these possibly exaggerated nightmares did Luke any good at all, it was tempering him to the reality of having never been freed. 

Preparations began as Sadie skillfully snaked drawers off her impromptu host’s lower body, before having them stretched and knotted tightly around the knees. Wrists and balls were both pulled behind him this time. A ring placed on each thumb, with their chain-attached partners clamping around loose folds just north of corresponding testicles. “My admirer should lighten up,” instructed Sadie. Removing her unbuckled belt so that the pencil skirt slid to the floor, soon to be joined by the panties she pushed down after them. “He’ll finally get a taste of the unmentionables he’s been chasing after for so long. A bit of parity, for once.” Said admirer had never anticipated the sheer amount of pubic hair visible beneath her, flourishing several times denser and wilder than what the imagination construed. Evidently not having considered the woman’s bush would share in the same unrestricted overgrowth running off the scalp and encapsulating her figure. 

Lifting Luke by the scruff of his shirt, Sadie helped herself to the sofa. Wrapping the discarded belt over and under knees to lock him into a kneeling position before her. A firm hand traced the back of the man’s skull, guiding it face-first into the fuzzy maw between open legs. 

 

“Lick” 

 

Pressure intensified for every millisecond where he did not comply. In an instant, Luke was assured the bones of his face would fracture against this vixen’s crotch. Only when she was satisfied with the urgent motion of Luke’s tongue did she let up…and only enough stop the cranial crush. For she remained insistent in bolting his head to her womanhood. Luke had never gone down on a girl with anything close to this black thicket. Its crown felt abrasive on his cheeks as he served bent over the edge of the couch, like those genital bristles of hers were subtlety clawing away at him. An almost comically insignificant hang-up, really, given the much larger dangers lurking in this relationship. The click of remote buttons could be heard, tuning into what appeared to be some nature documentary. Not the owner’s idea of relaxing entertainment, but who’s allowing him an opinion anyway? 

 

“Bees, huh? I know this sounds silly of me, but I used to think one my guardian angel. Some harlot in class kept pestering me about ‘Tempting her boyfriend’ or whatever nonsense. She got stung one afternoon and had to be hospitalized for a week. Made the mead I had later taste all the sweeter”. 

 

It was in Luke’s best interest to keep his arms as straight and center behind his back as manageable, given that they were bound to his nuts via the chains of Sadie’s inauspicious “present.” But like any event with this changed woman, protecting those scrotal eggs was a lofty ambition far beyond Luke’s reach. Especially when her raised toes began poking and prodding at his elbows. 

 

“This Haploid—Diploid thing is quite fascinating. It's like the males are half a being in comparison. The Queen creates them by herself, then the only action they’re good for snuffs them out.” 

 

Her feet found purchase in pulling Luke’s elbows apart, beginning to form triangular spaces at his sides. Immediately, he could feel the linked metal tugging at his sack; individual pearls following the outward directive of same-sided ring pairs. A fate wrought by the separation of his own hands. 

 

“Though I suppose worker bees don’t have it great either. Oh well, drones can’t feed or fend for themselves. So, be it Queen or Worker, his life is in female hands...or should I say legs?” 

 

Sadie stepped into the empty spaces beside the boy lapping up her vulva. Threading her legs through the wretched male’s arms such that dual gaps were forced wider. Content in the knowledge that not only were those sensitive globes being yanked in opposite directions, but also that the dampness felt below did not stem from personal juices. Instead springing from the swell of tears her pubes readily absorbed. When Sadie’s soles hit the floor, she merely widened her stance. Unwinding comfortably on the couch until the legs, arms, and gonads in question all spread out as broadly as possible. With Luke’s wriggling tongue jutting deep within the hole he howled agony into. Split anew by the mass of this Demoness cowing him into oral worship. And unlike the aforementioned buzzing insects, his equipment would remain intact to suffer onward. 

 

“Ummmffff\~ Keep at it, Stress-boy. There’s plenty of pent-up tension left in me yet. And remember, it can always be worse.” 

 

For the last time, the warnings from the party reappeared in Luke’s mind that day.  How Sadie was a creature of ill-temper and hate not to be associated with. Obviously, he should have listened to them, but he couldn’t say the appraisal of risk was completely correct, either. No, the anger they had foretold was comparatively miniscule; there was a limit to the amount of misery it could inflict. Even at the absolute peak of her fury, Sadie had only managed to strike his most fragile vulnerability on accident. The true, abject horror of the situation was that he might unlock Sadie’s ***passion***. Her joy. Her inexorable desire for male torment. For which he unwittingly offered himself.