I can't help but shake my head at Leomi's demand. She's asking for something I'm no longer capable of giving no matter how much I want to, entirely by her fault. And that's not even considering the preposterous notion of lowering my guard, she could also need protection after all.
“I can't, do that.” I mutter.
“Trust me?” She asks softly.
“N, no, surrender.” I reply hesitantly. “I, can take a leap of... trust.”
“That's okay, all you have to do is put yourself in my hands, which isn't easy by any measure.” Leomi whispers, her hands reaching down to my pants in the pitch black darkness. “You'll be able to rebuke me, at any point or it wouldn't be you voluntarily surrendering.”
“How do you plan to make me lose?” I ask, beyond concerned after how she took me by the anus and what I saw in the wooden chest, yet incredibly tempted to discover what she plans.
“Not quite literally, it's a figurative proposition. It'll be a mental state I'll get you into.” Leomi explains, pushing my pants down to my thighs. “Finish taking those off.”
I reach down and do, entranced by her confidence, clinging to the hope she offers despite not quite believing her. At the very least, we'll have sex so... But I can't surrender, or blindly trust her.
Leomi runs her slender fingers over my panties, feeling my vulnerability and making me tremble in fearful desire. I experience a dual pull, the one to flip around and fight her out, and the old one to abandon everything, to leave myself in her hands.
“You have to decide now.” She murmurs. “Can you trust me for a night?”
“I, can.” I mutter.
“But?” Leomi asks, pain and guilt going through her traits.
I find myself in the most unexpected position, one I'd never even considered. The opportunity to build Leomi Lance up. This, more than the ludicrous proposition that she could actually help contain my madness, is what helps me take my decision.
“I'll trust you, completely, for tonight.” I utter. “No threats. I'm, yours.”
Leomi's expression goes blank. As if she never expected her offer to be accepted. The hand she laid between my thighs suddenly clenches over my sex, sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body despite not touching more than my outer lips.
“Good.” Leomi declares in a deep voice. “Get up, remove your underwear.” She orders.
I swiftly get up to my feet and take my panties off one leg at a time, experiencing unexpected relief at only having to obey her, yet determine to win even as I do this. Her light gray irises remain fixed on my behind at all times.
Leomi suddenly takes hold of my liangi and throws it to the back of the tent, out of easy reach. I almost run after it, feeling an intense vulnerability at being almost naked and defenseless, but her abysmal eyes' hold on me isn't one I wish to break.
“Very good. Tell me how you feel.” Lance firmly says.
“Vulnerable.” I mutter, having trouble resisting going for the weapon. “Hot.”
“Walk up to that chest over there and bring the belt back.” Leomi tells me, resting on her elbows.
“I...” I hesitate, unable to help turning my gaze to my weapon.
“I am strong enough to protect us both.” Leomi declares confidently. “Now go.”
Her tone makes me move my feet, and once I've taken the first step, it's easier to take the second one. I even hurry so I can come back quicker. I flip the lid open, grabbing the belt with three straps and a long, thin, polished metal rod with a round end of about two centimeters in diameter. The one that looks like an erect penis but smaller, thinner.
I don't find it in myself to look at it directly or touch the appendage. I rush back to her, extending my hand out while looking away. I'm shaking from fear and apprehension, knowing that even the complete darkness won't be enough to hide it from her.
“It's difficult, Liz.” Leomi acknowledges. “Now, kneel.”
I let myself fall to my knees next to her, knowing that doing so is a lot easier than bending the knee. Leomi reaches out to my hard right nipple with her right hand, seizing it between thumb and index. I bite my tongue, trying to prevent a moan, but she uses her grip to pull me closer.
“Uhm.” I gasp.
She reaches out towards my thighs with her left hand and places her palm over my wet sex. Leomi closes her eyes, obviously very much enjoying the feeling against her flesh. I can't help but experience a rush of overwhelming desire to be masturbated.
“How do you feel now?” She asks, opening her eyelids.
“H, horny.” I stutter, ridiculously blushing from the admission.
“Let it flow through you.” Leomi orders in a stern tone.
She starts rubbing my womanly flower by simply moving her palm back and forth. I gasp as her every moment makes my two sets of lips fold and unfold. I involuntarily lean forward, my torso resting on the extended arm pleasuring me.
“There, you're starting to surrender.” She whispers in satisfaction.
Leomi's major finger finds my anus and pushes inside by a tiny fraction. She uses that small grip and her hold on my nipple to for force me to move even closer, so that my mask rests on her left shoulder.
“You're safe here, let go.” She softly murmurs in my ear.
I pant, feeling like I'm entering a trance again. I don't even find it in myself to stop her as she starts pushing into my ass again, all the while her palm rubs my flower with almost imperceptible movements. My mind grows hazy from uncontainable desire, my waist decides to move along with her caresses on its own, seeking to enhance the sensations.
“More.” I beg, knowing that it worked on her before.
“No.” Leomi firmly denies with steel in her voice. “You don't get to get off yet. Say, 'Yes, Leomi.'.”
“Yes, Leomi.” I exhale, dissatisfied but relying on the trust I've forged for this occasion.
She smiles and increases the strength in her major finger and pushes the tip into my anus. I choke, finding myself caught between pleasure and the return of the ghostly oppression coming from the penetration. Thuck. The belt falls from my hand to the bear pelt.
Leomi makes a victorious smirk and lets go of my nipple, pulling her finger out in one go to take hold of it. I crumble on top of her thighs, grasping at her in frustration, I want to rip that nightgown off of her and get into it.
Yet, before I can gather myself, Leomi takes hold of my shoulders and pushes me back so that I rest on all fours. I blink, still catching my breath, unable to add two and two together to take stock of the situation as she fastens the three-prong belt around her waist, passing the middle strap between her thighs.
“Do you want me to take you?” She asks, suddenly nervous.
“Yes.” I expel the words out, wishing for release at her hand.
I'm unable to find the strength in myself to protect my virginity despite the alarm bells ringing in the back of my mind. My thighs are still moving, obeying her rhythm despite the fact she stopped caressing me.
“I'm going to...” Leomi bites her lower lip. “I'm going to sodomize you, Liz.”
“Wh, what?” I ask.
“Are you okay with me taking your ass?” She questions.
“N, no.” I hurriedly shake my head despite my quivering sex, or because of it since the idea of her imposing her will on me excites me almost as much as it seems it does her.
“It will help you, not that alone, but...” Leomi pauses to reach to the back of my head and pull me closer. “Trust me.” She demands. “I want you to want me to.”
“I do, trust but I can't, want, what I don't.” I stutter the half-lie. Her face falls, her cheeks falling in temperate as she pales. I grow angry at her attitude “Go, through with it, Leomi Lance, you made me a, promise. Hold onto it if it was no lie.” I utter in desperation, with an echo of the fury to come if she betrays me here after I put myself out there, again.
“But, you don't...” Leomi hesitates again but manages to recover herself in time, before I lash out. “Okay, okay.” She mutters. “Suck this, lubricate it.” She orders me, looking down at the polished metal rod.
I don't move, defying her as retaliation. Leomi doesn't hesitate to grab my hair and pull me in, using her thighs and metal cock to push my mask aside. I can't help but grin at her forcefulness, and how she enjoys being so. I open my lips to take it in my mouth.
It feels cold despite it being at room temperature, it doesn't taste like much, barely even metal. As I do my best to apply saliva on it with my tongue and lips, Leomi makes my head go up and down on the rod.
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I notice that she quivers just slightly every time the belt shifts so I inspect it closer, finding that there is a small round bulb on the middle strap between her thighs that serves to rub her clitoris when it moves.
I suddenly get very motivated to obey her, using my mouth to push the metal rod left and right, bringing her pleasure and delaying, perhaps preventing, my eventual... sodomy, if I can get her to come.
“Oh, that's good.” Leomi shivers, her back arching.
Her sex is getting as wet as mine is but her nightgown and the belt are making it impossible for me to attempt obtaining a taste. Leomi grips my hair and firmly pulls me away, a look of glee and severity on her sharp traits.
“I didn't tell you to get me off, Liz.” She berates. “But good try.”
“How, bad is it going to be?” I ask, unable to control my arousal at the prospect of pain and pleasure despite fearing how oppressive it'll be with how her finger felt.
“Pretty bad, I've been told. But you'll be okay, my warrior.” Leomi gently tells me.
In contrast with her tone, she uses her hold on my hair to force me aside and then stand up. Treating me as roughly as she dares, Leomi makes me turn around on all fours so that my ass faces her. I resist her but not as much as I can, just enough to let us both feel like she's in control. She gets down on her own knees to level off with me.
“There.” Leomi whispers. “How do you feel now?” She asks.
“Does it matter?” I gripe, unable to admit how much I want her to seize me.
“It's the whole point, Liz.” Leomi frowns.
Clap. She slaps my left thigh with an open palm, provoking an intense pain that I allow to break though my defenses. I shiver, my sex getting noticeably wetter. Leomi notices and takes hold of the metal penis, pushing it down so that the tip runs over my drenched flower's petals.
“Ahm, ahm.” I half-gasp, half-moan.
Leomi's knees tremble at my reaction and she starts using my sex' desire to lubricate the entire length of the rod, causing me untold distress and pleasure at the same time as I fear for my virginity while wishing for release at the same time.
“Speak.” She commands.
“I'm, still afraid, I want to turn around and pin you down.” I mutter. “I feel split between the trust I'm giving you tonight and the fact that I don't down to my core.”
“But do you want to be taken in the ass now?” She questions, her breath short.
“A little.” I force myself to admit, biting my lower lip. She reaches out to my right nipple and pinches it. “A lot.” I growl from the bottom of my throat.
She uses her left hand's fingers to spread my butt-cheeks apart and set the cold lubricated tip on my anus. I tremble in fright, unable to help myself. She twists my nipple without holding back.
“Ihhyes!” I scream, experiencing delightful suffering.
“Music to my ears.” Leomi comments in a low voice.
I pant, feeling utterly shameful about the fact that my sex is growing even wetter from the way she's treating me. She doesn't wait any longer, or even bothers to warn me, she pushes with her thighs to start penetrating me with the polished metal rod set over her forbidden fruit.
The artificial appendage seems enormous, it feels like it's splitting my anus apart as it slides inside me, using of my own lust against me. I cry out in pain and, as such, in pleasure, feeling like my mind is shattering under the rod's pressure as she shoves it into me.
The ghostly metallic exciting oppression I felt when she put her finger in me is no longer so, it is now real and very much thought-twisting. I drown in the sensations, the agony of being taken by something that feels so ludicrously thick.
I buckle, having a hard time remaining steady. Leomi slows down, making me think that she's close to putting it all in me, but a quick inspection with my sense tells me she only put the tip in. How, is that possible?
“How, are you, Liz?” Leomi asks.
“I, hate, love, it.” I groan. “I feel like an inferior, and that, makes me mad. But, it, also feels painful, good.”
“You're not an inferior, Liz.” Leomi denies, pushing with her thighs.
“Ugh.” I grunt as the rod plunges further into me, intensifying the oppression and smothering my excitement. “Th, b, bad.” I stutter.
“You're a magnificent warrior who did all she could to save lives.” Leomi declares.
“I'm, not, aiah.” I yelp as she thrusts deeper into me to interrupt me.
“You are Elizabeth Vil, you've done right by saving thousands upon thousands of lives. You've done wrong to those who threatened your life.” She tells me.
“I, di.” I bite my tongue, feeling like she'll retaliate if I contradict her.
“Speak, tell no lie.” Leomi orders.
“I, lost control, at times.” I mutter, trying to avoid a contradiction. It works, but not entirely, she flicks forward, penetrating me further. “Ugh.”
“War is ugly, you've ended this useless one.” She sermons me.
“Not, yet! And I've killed too many to justify it.” I forcefully deny, unable to accept it. “N, n, wai... Aiiiagh.” I cry out as she thrusts, pushing the rod half-way into my anus.
“You've shed your pride and sanity for others, you have no right to denigrate those lives you saved by blaming yourself. You've ended the war, if it continues, it won't be your fault.” She utters firmly. “Deny me any more, and I will take you fully in one go, Elizabeth Vil.” She utters, breathing roughly from her excitement and enjoyment of my situation.
“Y, yes, I understand Leomi.” I acknowledge, coming short of agreeing or surrendering. “Ugh.” She pushes a fraction more of her rod in, shattering what little pleasure that didn't depend on the pain I still felt. “Fuck, this is...”
“What is it?” Leomi asks, intensely curious.
“Not, what I thought.” I reply between two pants. “It's, real, painful.”
“It'll get better.” Leomi gently affirms. “You are strong, you won through sacrifice.”
“I'm, not.” I reject. My eyes widen as I suddenly realize with horror that I've denied her. “Yyyrrrrghhhh!” I scream as Leomi takes hold of my waist to pull me in as she thrusts with her thighs, fully impaling me on the rod between her thighs. “Arstp!” I gag as the round tip hits some kind of wall inside me.
“Oh, yes.” Leomi exclaims with half-closed eyes, her sex quivering as she experiences sadistic release from causing my agony. Yet, she manages to speak in her state. “You're not at fault, Liz. You have fulfilled your mission, now you rest.”
“Gh.” I gasp, feeling pangs of sharp pain coming from my ass. “P, pull, out.” I plead.
“Not, yet.” Leomi utters, laying her right hand on the small of my back in a dominating manner. “This is, for my satisfaction and your recovery, not your comfort, or pleasure.”
“But.” I start.
“Silence, Liz. I am talking.” Leomi commands, passing her left around my waist. “I'm going to stimulate your bud like this, it should do to remain as you are.”
I don't quite manage to register her words but soon understand them as she takes hold of my clitoris and starts rolling it between her fingers. A wave of soft felicity embraces me, soothing the agonizing and oppressing presence I feel so deeply inside my anus, making it all worth it.
“You are magnificent when you fight, Liz. So beautifully brutal.” Leomi tells me. “Yet so fragile it feels like a gust of wind could break your restraint, causing untold destruction around you, to those close to you. The mix, makes you seem invincible.”
“Y, s.” I mutter, feeling caught between her rigid presence inside me, pressuring me even up to my lungs, and the diffuse bliss her fingers is awakening, controlling.
“You need to find peace.” She tells me. “You did wrong while pursuing right. There is no scale to place your actions on, you hold the responsibility. Whether the result was good or bad, you have the strength to withstand the consequences.”
Before I can answer or even comment, she pulls her thighs back, sliding the rod towards the opposite direction. My jaw drops as her action causes me to experience a release I've never felt before in my life, so much so that it almost brings me to a climax but she stops massaging my clitoris, denying me before I can reach it.
“Oohh, aah.” I gasp.
“Good, you agree.” She unilaterally determines, licking her lips.
My mind just accepts her words as truth, too enthralled by the pleasure to even consider doubting this wonderful woman at this time. She keeps pulling out, extending the liberating feeling, cementing her thoughts in my head. Leomi stops short of entirely pulling out of my anus.
“More. Pull, out.” I beg, instinctively realizing that I'll come if she does.
“You are lying to yourself if you think you don't have the inner strength.” Leomi declares. “There is no limit to how long you can maintain will, and you have not reached your capacity to bear the world, Liz. You are greater than you think.”
“You're greate...” I start but despite the fact I was complimenting her, she penetrates me once again. “Huuh. HuuuH.” I pant as she slowly slides the stiff rod into me once more.
“The discussion is about you, the sex is about me.” Leomi lies.
“Just, give me a...” I try to ask for time but, apparently, that's forbidden too as she thrusts her metal cock into me up to the half-way point. “Uahhrr.” I growl in defiance, a mistake as she retaliates by fully penetrating me. “Kuhgh.” I choke as the round tip hits my deepest wall again.
“Submit.” Leomi commands.
“I'm Elizabeth Vil, I don't submit!” I lash out, my symbiont swinging behind my back to strike at her, following my impulse.
Leomi's right hand flickers so quickly that I lose track of it despite using my symbiont's sense, I find it again holding my left wrist. She twists my arm and sets it behind my back. We both pale from fright at what I did.
“Do you want me to stop, Liz?” She asks in a slightly shaky voice.
“N, no.” I stutter, placating the Little one. The memory of how close I came to forgiving myself when she pulled out is fresh in my memory.
“Then apologize.” Leomi demands, thrusting despite being all the way in.
“Argh.” I groan in pleasure-less pain. “I'm, sorry.” I honestly tell her.
“It's fine, Liz.” Leomi smiles, gently pulling out of me.
“Huhm.” I inhale as deeply as I can, experiencing an intoxicating release as I feel the metal sliding against my anus.
“Have you ever voluntarily killed an innocent?” She asks, throwing a cold on our time.
I wish she would have framed the question like an affirmation, but I can't bring myself to resent this wonderful woman, providing me with such relief. Leomi twists my symbiont, trying to pain me into answering.
“I, have.” I admit, intensely saddened and scared of her condemnation.
“In what circumstances?” Leomi questions, shaken.
“Batteries, put them out, of misery.” I say, tearing up.
“That is not voluntarily. You were helping them pass away.” Leomi firmly denies.
She lets go of my left arm to possessively caress my backside, eliminating the twisting mental guilt that arose from my admission in a single stroke. She accompanies her declaration by reaching down between my thighs with her left hand and gently caressing my flower's petals. I melt inside, my heart singing for her.
“You did no wrong there, Liz.” She affirms, thrusting inside me but at a downwards angle.
“Uhg, oh.” I gasp, experiencing unexpected bliss from the penetration as the round tip indirectly pressures my sex up to the point where the rod is fully inside me. “Ys!” I cry out, my pleasure unexpectedly enhanced by how completely she's taking me.
“I'm going to start fucking you now, Elizabeth. You're going to ask for it.” Leomi informs me in a rough voice.
“I want you, to fuck me, Leomi.” I declare, still deeply frightened but relying on a renewed and reinforced trust in her.