RSAHNP - The urge (Patreon)

Before reading.

Please understand that this is all fiction and is meant to be entertaining and not plausible nor even factual. It is just for amusement purposes only.
Please be considerate when you read as English is not my first language and I am still learning the best I can.
This writing contains explicit content and be forewarned that it also contains harsh language.
Adults only.  

Yours truly
Hammer
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Generally it was simply just another day at the Stoppable Mansion.

It was winter, early February and most of the girls were occupied with all their different stuff.

Ron was of course occupied by a broad host of his harem girls, but some had days of enjoyment, even away from Ron.

Vivian was in her lab. She was trying to create a new circuit for her AI.

And for once, the blonde bombshell was neither focused or concentrated.

Vivian: Oh no… oh no…

She felt it.

She quickly snuck a hand down between her legs in order to be certain she wasn’t just getting horny… A quick touch over her clit would confirm it.

She felt it, the wonderful tingle - but… the steady beating of shere power and an urge to deliver pain to another human was simply flowing over her like a spring flood. A tidal wave of sadistic lust.

And it was a big one this time.

She quickly grabbed her phone and found Justine’s number at the top, under Selene’s.

She pressed call and the phone rang twice before she heard Justine’s voice answer her.

Justine: Yes, Professor?

Vivian: Where are you?

Justine: A-at the garage. You sent me out for supplies and…

Vivian: Meet me in the lab. Make haste… cunt.

Vivian placed such a tone on the word ‘cunt’, that Justine’s eyes nearly rolled up in the back of her head when she heard. When she answered she stuttered over her heavy breathing.

Justine: Yes mistress…

Vivian hung up and waited.

She only waited for half a minute, and then Justine stood in the door. She rushed into the lab while Vivian walked towards her.

Vivian grabbed her face and Justine opened her mouth, gasping for air, as if the very touch of Vivian’s hands on her face was enough to make her climax.

Vivian growled at her: Useless creature…

Justine: Forgive me Mistress, I…

Vivian: Shut up, cunt!

Vivian slapped Justine over her face. Then stuck several fingers into her mouth. She pushed her tongue around in order to make her sloppy.

Justine was breathing heavily. She knew her mistress was getting her aroused for a purpose. Justine also knew her mistress considered her mouth as nothing more than another opening of pleasure. Like her vagina and asshole. In fact, it was the primary function of her mouth. A toy, or a tool.

Vivian was thorough. She pushed and shoved, tilted and pulled, squashed and squeezed, and she managed to make Justine orgasm while standing. She pulled out Justine's tongue at one point and massaged it with her fingers.

Vivian: I really need a ring in this tongue you know… one to put a chain in and pull you around in. And it’s also nice for the sex.

Justine didn’t mind if her mistress pierced her entire body, as long as it brought her mistress pleasure.

Vivian: Kneel!

Vivian hissed at her.

Justine obeyed and when kneeling her face was now in the perfect height for Vivian to grind her crotch over her face. Hopefully, this could satisfy her. She had so much work to do, and she did not want to go through a full program today.

Vivian held onto Justine’s head, like Ron did when he facefucked any of his girls. But Vivian just pressed her crotch against Justine’s nose and face to try and massage her clit to an orgasm.

Even Justine’s face was a toy to Vivian. A good face grinding could sometimes be what was needed.

She still had her thong and skirt on. In fact they were both fully dressed.

This happened so often it was usually how Vivian held her wildest instincts in check. But she had a feeling, this would not be enough this time.

Justine was blissfully moaning and gasping. To her, this was the best in the world. To be used by her mistress like a toy. She couldn’t ask, and wouldn’t ask for anything else. Justine felt how her mistress was getting wetter and wetter, and she could smell the lovely scent of her goddess all over. She was truly in paradise…

Vivian: Oh for fucks sake…

Vivian stepped a little forward and made Justine bend backwards. Justine let out her tongue and Vivian was now face-riding Justine.

The moaning and gasping sounds Justine made were now replaced with sloppy sounds of saliva and tongue and face against pussy.

Vivian felt how her body loved the sensations, but it was not enough. She glared down at the already wet face of Justine to see the girl was utterly enjoying herself.

Vivian: DAMMIT!

Vivian screamed. Her massive urge wouldn’t leave her.

With a firm grip in Justine’s hair she pulled the girl over to the bookshelf that concealed the door to the elevator.

Justine crawled on all fours after her mistress.

Justine: I am so sorry mistress… I am sorry for being useless… I am not worthy of your…

Vivian shook Justine’s head and Justine stopped blabbering.

Vivian: I said shut up, cunt!

They walked in the elevator. Vivian walked, Justine crawled.

As they were descending, Vivian held Justine in such a manner that she couldn’t get eye contact.

Justine knew at this point Vivian considered her nothing but an object. A thing. A toy to be used. She was in her heart as happy as she could ever be, but she knew her mistress well enough to understand how she should behave.

The elevator stopped and they walked into Vivian’s well lid dungeon. Justine, still crawling after her mistress was pulled to a pole. Here was a chain with a neck choker.

Vivian placed the neck choker around Justine’s neck and threw her to the ground.

Vivian: Undress!

Justine instantly began undressing, as her mistress left her for her changing room.

Justine knew Vivian could take her sweet time in the dressing room, and therefore expected Justine to fold her clothes neatly and place them in a little bundle. Including her socks and underwear.

But she was, at first, meant to be completely naked when her mistress returned. She had once made the mistake of folding her clothes before she was really naked. Vivian had pretty much destroyed that set of clothes.

Justine wasn’t wrong to prioritize undressing over folding her clothes. She had just made the little pile of clothes, and sat down when Vivian came out.

Dressed in thigh high black leather boots and an outfit worthy of a goddess of pain and pleasure, she marched over to Justine with a face like a thundercloud.

Justine assumed her most pathetic and humble position - her mistress was very displeased. She lifted her ass and tried to appease her.

Vivian placed her boot right in front of Justine’s face on the floor and Justine fought every urge in her body to lick the boot of her mistress.

She wanted to lick it so badly. It was the boot of Vivian Francis Porter… the goddess of her life. And it was right there… but she was not allowed to… not before…

Vivian: Lick it, cunt!

Justine went wild. Her tongue jumped out of her mouth and she eagerly began licking the tip of the boot, as if it was made of the sweetest candy. She moaned and puffed whenever she could, in order to tell her mistress how thankful she was to be hers and to lick her boot.

Vivian stood and glared at Justine licking her boot like a dog.

She curled the whip she had in her hands. The leather irked under her gloves. She felt the urge in her body be sated - but it was not gone… she only knew that more of this, and she would be ready to go back to work again.

Justine was now kissing the tip of her boot, as if it was her mistress’ lips.

Vivian smiled. Then, like a bolt of lighting she whipped the ass of her slave. A loud smack of leather over flesh could be heard and Justine instantly stopped licking and curled her body up and lifted her ass.

Justine: Thank you, my mistress.

Vivian used the whip to touch the place where her whip had hit Justine’s ass. A nice pink mark was forming.

Vivian: You are to experience a world of pain today, cunt. Pain… and humiliation… Your mistress desires so… Wicked as you are, and unworthy as you are.

Justine looked up at her mistress. Sheer happiness and gratitude flowed from her eyes.

Justine: I live only to bring you pleasure, my mistress.

Vivian didn’t smile at her, she hardly even noticed her sentiment. She went for the pole and undid the chain. Not from Justine’s neck, but from the pole.

Vivian tucked the chain and Justine crawled after her mistress like an obedient dog.

Vivian led her over to a curved bench - the stretcher.

Justine understood, she was indeed to be tortured.

The stretcher had Justine on her back and curved and with tied legs. The stretcher tied her down so she couldn’t move nor fight.

The way she was laying down would prevent her from passing out. All the pain and pleasure her mistress showered her with, she would feel.

And damn did she feel it.

As she was in place - it took a little time absent and assistant - Vivian went over to her table with whips. She found the nine tailed cat, and brought it over to Justine’s pussy.

She gently brushed it over her slave’s thighs so she could feel what was to come. Vivian smiled over her slave’s reaction. Justine was shaking. She would suffer twice because of this. Knowing what pain there was to come.

Then, as Vivian had had her fun, she swung the whip over Justine’s pussy.

Justine could feel the burning pain over her skin like something out of a nightmare - a wonderful, wonderful nightmare. But she did not cry out. She knew if she did - her mistress would be displeased.

Vivian swung and swung her whip so Justine in the end was gasping for air.

At a point the pain ends, and the most wonderful of pleasures overrides you.

The stretcher prevented Justine from entering a blissful mist of unconsciousness, and forced her to feel every slash over her body.

When the whipping finally stopped she didn’t even notice her mistress twisting her right nipple in the beginning. She had to really twist it to get her attention.

Justine: Mistress… thank you mistress…

Vivian smiled. Then walked up to Justine’s face. Justine noticed what was in her mistress' other hand. A black magic wand vibrator.

Vivian placed herself so Justine’s face was in between her thighs. Justine could see all the wonderful glory that was her mistress' pussy.

The very thought that her god’s - Ron’s - children would one day pop out of that particular pussy made her so happy. It was all she had ever dreamed of.

Her fantasy of how beautiful their children would be was stopped by her pussy exploding in vibrations. She accidentally led out a scream of pleasure.

Vivian: No cumming. Just take it.

Justine clenched her teeth. She cursed at herself: FUCK!

For that she got another twisted nipple.

Vivian: The only thing I want out of your cock-hole is ‘begs’ and ‘pleases’. Anything else, you keep to yourself. Understood?

Justine felt how Vivian once again twisted her nipple as if she was trying to pull it off.

Justine clenched her teeth again.

Vivian smiled and let go. Justine let out a gasp.

It had been a trick question. She was not meant to answer, because her mistress had just told her the only things she wanted to hear from her - answers were not mentioned.

Justine was at this point well trained. She knew her mistress and wanted to please her.

Justine’s body was starting to cramp under the intense stimulation of her pussy. Her mistress was relentless. She had set the magic wand to a medium level vibration and no alternate rhythm. Just endless, constant vibration. Justine’s belly started shaking and her breathing went into hyper mode.

Justine: Mistress please!

Vivian: No.

Justine was ready to cum. She could cum like a fountain right about now, but her mistress had said ‘no’. And Justine couldn’t cum unless her mistress gave her permission.

Justine’s mind was once again going blank, but the stretcher kept her mind intact. She was tied up so tight, she couldn’t move even if she dared. Her body once again screamed for the relief of climax but…

Justine: Mistress I am begging you please…!

Vivian: No.

Vivian dialed up the vibration speed.

Justine’s body made an unwilling jolt and she only barely kept her scream in check.

Justine: MISTRESS I AM BEGGING YOU! PLEASE!

Vivian: I said no.

Vivian began turning the magic wand in circles over Justine’s pussy.

At this point Justine’s tongue fell out of her mouth and she was literally going crazy from all the wonderful stimuli. But she couldn’t climax until her mistress gave permission. She owned her body, and all the pleasures she could have came from her mistress.

Just as Justine was about to beg again - if she could manage to regain control of her tongue…

Vivian: Cum!

Justine let out a silent scream and she ejaculated like a fire hose. She sprayed out a huge amount of fluids. Her body had bent in a very special curve and it was shaking like it was electrified.

Another bolt of squirting juices was fired out of Justine, and then a third one.

Vivian, relentless and brutal as she was, placed the vibrator on Justine’s sensitive pussy again.

Justine was at this point ready to declare herself at the same intellectual level as Bonnie… she couldn’t think straight. She tried - 1+1=… … No it wouldn’t come to her.

Vivian seemed oddly at peace. She was just doing what she did best. She played with her toy.

Quicker than last time, mostly because she hadn’t given her time to cool down, Justine asked her for permission again.

Vivian: No.

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A whip of lash flew through the air and the nine tailed cat struck Justine’s body, making her scream in pain.

The strike also made her move. She was swinging like a pendulum hanging from her feet. The whip lash had hit her buttocks and her body was at this moment covered with beautiful tiger-like stripes. Signs of her mistress’ love.

Justine screamed because of the pain, and the few glimpses she got of her mistress were those of utter bliss and joy. She was satisfying her mistress.

Another lash with the whip. Once again, a perfect strike on Justine’s ass. She screamed and she twirled around in pain. She had begun crying, but not out of sorrow. The last whip had given her an orgasm, and she was hanging head down, so she couldn’t control her reaction as well.

Vivian walked over to her hanging slave, and inspected her latest stripe as if she was just a hanging piece of butchered meat.

Vivian: Interesting… whipping you long enough causes you to orgasm no matter what orders I have given. That is a trait we have to investigate - I wish to control this.

Justine: Y-yes… mistress…

Vivian walked away from her, and swung the whip again.

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An hour later.

Justine was once again in her most humble and pathetic position licking her mistress’ boots like it was the most lovely and sweet tasting thing in the universe.

She occasionally looked up at her goddess to admire the wonderful sight.

Vivian was sitting on the couch observing her slave closely.

Justine could only guess of what went through the mind of her goddess, but she deeply hoped she was happier now.

Vivian was in fact contemplating on what to do next.

Her urge had been sated, yet she was horny now. And she was horny for cock. Ron’s cock. Something Justine couldn’t satisfy no matter how much Vivian played with her.

Vivian stood up, and Justine curled up like a porcupine. Vivian yanked her chain and Justine crawled after her.

Vivian had walked over to the box. Justine blinked. Her mistress must have forgotten…

Justine: Mistress, I…

For that Justine got a back hand slap. Justine curled up like a porcupine again. How foolish she was. She had not been given permission to speak.

Vivian: Shut up, CUNT!

Vivian had placed a boot on Justine’s head.

Vivian towered over her slave, ready to tie her up and whip her again - but her lust for Ron was too strong.

Vivian: Consider yourself lucky, you useless cunt! Your goddess desires her god too much to punish you for your disobedience…

Vivian undid the lock on the box and opened the lid. And then it seemed she either remembered or was getting annoyed.

Vivian: Urgh…

The box was not empty. In it was another woman.

Belladonna Cortez. Marcella’s mom. They were still breaking her inn. The grown woman was gagged and had been in there for several hours - since her morning training in fact. And she was meant to be in there for even longer.

Vivian: Make room, Bitch! You are getting company.

Belladonna made huge eyes and instantly began struggling.

Vivian growled, grabbed hold of her long black hair and pulled hard back.

Belladonna howled over her gagball and cried out loud.

Vivian: If you ever dare think about fighting back again, I am gonna hang you from the ceiling until the season changes.

Belladonna’s eyes lid up in true horror. She whimpered and obeyed her mistress.

Justine did not fight. She had tried it before, but Belladonna hadn’t. They had to pretty much 69 each other, while laying on the side. Space was limited before. Now it was nonexistent. The two women took up all the space in the box.

Justine’s mouth was pressed up against Belladonna’s disgusting pussy. The best thing was that she had also gotten a gagball. Belladonna’s filthy mouth - still gagged with a huge gagball - rubbed against her pussy.

Vivian: Now I am going upstairs to get good and fucked by Ron. You girls behave or I am gonna give you both hell when I come back.

Vivian closed the lid and Justine was in pure darkness.

What little light came in, came from some round air holes. Justine heard her mistress lock them in. She then heard her mistress walk to the dressing room. A few minutes later, the sound of her mistress leaving the dressing room and walking over to the elevator. The elevator came and then it lifted her goddess up to her god.

A little later, the dungeon was in total and utter darkness. Justine felt so blessed, and so happy. She utterly loved the box. Even if she had to share it now. She knew how much it pleased her mistress that she had her toys in her box. And Justine lived for one thing, and one thing only - to please her mistress and her master. Justine was ready to get to sleep. She knew the hours would go quicker that way, but it was hard to get some peace and quiet - Belladonna had begun sobbing and crying.

Justine tried to ignore it, but it was impossible. She knew the woman had been in the box for a long time, and she was pretty much sleeping in here every night. But she was an idiot for resisting her mistress. If she would just roll over and start being a better slave, then maybe Vivian would let her sleep on the floor down here.

Her mistress was not unreasonable. The box or the floor. You decide. Justine always picked the box, because it pleased her mistress not to have her toys laying around everywhere.

Honestly to Justine the worst part was the smell of Belladonna's pussy and ass. It was quite strong and right there - it made her horny, but her gagball prevented her from getting a taste. Had her mistress not given her the gagball she would not have minded licking Belladonna, but she understood her mistress. She was a toy. Meant to be played with. She was not meant to have fun on her own - without either her Master or her Mistress.

These last couple of weeks she had eaten a lot of Belladonna’s pussy and ass to please her master and mistress. Mostly to prep the milf slave for them to use. If her mistress asked her (when her mistress asked her) Justine would lick Belladonna’s holes for the rest of her life.

At long last, Belladonna seemed to have cried herself to sleep. Finally - Justine thought, and took a deep breath of the pussy filled air and dozed off. One final thought went out to her beloved mistress and her beloved Master. It was a wish. She wished they were fucking like crazy to satisfy each other.

She was dreaming about how Ron and Vivian was probably fucking up stairs like wild animals. It filled her with such pleasure to know, that she had sent her beloved Ron a sated and happy Vivian to have sex with. She knew how they would ride and enjoy each other now. How unnameable and insatiable her mistress would be, and how Ron would fill her holy womb time and time again with his sacred sperm.

Hopefully, when her mistress returned to them, she would allow Justine to suck out all the sperm - and drink it too.

A little later, Justine fell asleep in the box. She was beyond happy.

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Upstairs the sun was going down and Ron was cumming inside Vivian for the twelfth time that day.

Vivian: OOOOhhhh-kay… okay… okay… I am done… I am done… I am done… I am happy… I am happy… I am soooohohohoho happy!…

She kissed Ron, who held her from behind. He massaged her perfect tits and in front of them was Shego laying like Cleopatra of the nile. Peach was suckling her tits. Tara was kissing her from behind and Lonnie was caressing her pussy.

Shego: Damn, were you demanding today babe… did you feel the ‘urge’ again?

Vivian: Very much… it was very strong this time… But Ron…

She kissed him tenderly again.

Vivian: He always… does the trick…

Shego smiled: So how is Justine…? Strange you didn’t include her.

Vivian: She is sleeping… in the box…

Ron: The box… again?

Vivian: I’ll let her out tomorrow… don’t worry about it… she has company… Now… Can I please get a soda?

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Vivian woke up in the night.

She had to go to the bathroom. She brought her smartphone with her.

As she sat on the toilet, she linked up the monitors in the box.

It showed a pair of slow and steady heartbeats. Vivian smiled. They were sleeping like babies. She looked at the oxygen levels in the box. It was low, as expected from two people sharing so little space, but nothing to fret over.

She didn’t have a camera in there, but she had a thermal reader that could see through the box, and tell their temperature. They were both a good warm color of orange. They shared body heat and the stimulation of their pussies kept them even warmer.

Vivian closed the phone and sighed. Soon she would have Belladonna under her thumb as well. In her mind, she thought of constantly putting Justine and Belladonna into the same box.

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In the box, it seemed Belladonna had awoken and was panicking.

Justine groaned at her and growled. She had disturbed her. Neither woman could move much and Justine couldn’t stop Belladonna from her panic. Finally, after several seconds she settled down, sobbing and crying again. But this time Justine ignored her and fell asleep again.

Belladonna was not making a friend in the box tonight.

To be continued.