Tolerable Cruelty - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Chapter 5

“Arrrrrgh!” Peter screamed as Piper straddled him on the bed, idly drumming her powerful fingers against his chest.

“Now, what should I do with you?” she mused, bruising his flesh and causing the rickety bed frame to creak and bounce violently with every single tap.

“Pip… er… I… can’t…” his voice vibrated as his body thudded rhythmically under her gentle touch.

“Oh, sorry dear, I’ll stop. Let’s try something else then, shall we?”

Piper removed those superstrong tapping fingers from his chest and encircled them around his throat instead, and lifted him off the bed. He instinctively placed his hands on her arms to try and counterbalance the pressure that she was exerting.

“I hope you don’t like these pants,” she purred as she tucked her finger into the waistband. Flattening the button between her thumb and index, she ripped it off before dragging her perfectly manicured nail through the zipper. She obliterated the metal teeth with a languid swipe and continued to rip his pants through the center. They fell to the floor in two perfect halves. His erect cock sprang out at full attention.

“So hard already?” Piper taunted. “What happens when your arms get tired? Will you have to rely on my little chokehold to support you? Or what if…”

She traced her index finger over his slit, collecting the wetness and smearing it around his exposed cockhead. Peter’s arms began to tremble as his strength waned, both from supporting his own weight and from her exquisite touch, forcing his body to betray itself. His heart pounded harder, redirecting much needed oxygen to his burning, needy cock that Piper was controlling.

“What if… I make you come, and your body just gives out completely? Totally helpless against me? I broke your rib with just my breast! Imagine what my hand could do to you!”

She wrapped those slim fingers over his erection, forming a ring around his shaft, and squeezed gently. His penis turned purple as she pinched him shut. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his entire world exploded in unbelievable pain.

Feeling that Peter’s strength was about to leave him, Piper released the iron grip she had around his neck, letting him slide to the floor. He moaned in agony as he sucked down much-needed air into his lungs. Gingerly, he cradled his bruising penis with his hands, yelping as he touched it gently.

“You won’t get away that easily,” she gave context to the mercy she’d shown him. “You deserve much worse than a swift death like that. I’m going to play with you more.”

Piper flicked his arms away from his organ with an easy push of her perfect toes, slamming them hard against the wall of the house. Peter cried out again as his bolts of pain shot through his wrists where they had impacted hardest.

“Poor baby!”

Feeling especially wicked, she pressed her toes just a smidge against his broken rib. Peter looked at her in abject horror.

“Safe word!!!” he screamed.

“What’s that? That doesn’t mean anything to me,” she smiled sinisterly.

Just as she began to apply a bit of pressure by pushing down, Peter’s hands flew to her perfect foot, gripping her delicate arch as hard as he could and trying to pry her away. She merely held it in place and raised an eyebrow at him, not responding to his desperate struggles. Piper wiggled her foot to demonstrate just how helpless his entire body was against just her foot!

Just when his stress reached its apex, she dragged her foot down his torso, tracing her digits through his silky pubic hair, and nudged his swollen balls with her beautifully pedicured toes.

Peter spasmed, fresh new pain and pleasure rushing through his body caused by his involuntary reaction to Piper’s sexual, superpowered onslaught.

She ignored his agony, intensifying it further as she stroked his shaft using the gaps between her toes to grip him tightly. Squeezing his member, drifting up and down, she took enough care to not aggravate the pain she had given him earlier with just a squeeze of her fingers.

“God, even my feet are fucking pretty. Just look at them, Petey.”

She watched him obey. They had never discussed anything about a footjob before, but he was certainly responding. Piper really had never found feet attractive, but her own smooth skin, curved arch, and even, regular toes looked absolutely succulent and suckable. Piper was getting jealous that she couldn’t experience what she was giving out!

Peter’s legs began to twitch as he watched her work his shaft expertly with just her foot, the pleasure mounting higher and higher, his balls growing tighter and tighter. Every slick stroke, growing ever wetter, throbbing, harder. Up and down, up and down.

“Did someone have a secret foot fetish, I wonder?”

“No…” Peter moaned.

“No lying, or I’ll break another rib! This time with one of my toes that you seem to love so much!”

“I really don’t!” he cried out, clutching his chest in anticipation of the phantom pain. “But you’re right! Your feet are really fucking pretty! You’ve never… this is way better than any blowjob… any sex… Piper, I’m gonna, I’m gonna… I can’t control it… Nnnn!” His body clenched as the pressure erupted from his balls, all the way through his shaft.

“No, you can’t control it. But I can,” Piper laughed.

She squeezed his cockhead, not enough to injure him, but enough to slow his volcanic eruption into a little dribble. Piper dragged out his pleasure, milking little trickles out of his penis to drip limply onto his leg. Peter bucked his hips, desperately trying to release his own fluid. But he could do nothing to free himself from the iron grip of her toes.

“Are you quite done yet?” she taunted him, wiggling her digits and flinging his jizz all over him. Finally, his contorted face relaxed, returning to a grimace of pain.

“Oh god… Piper…” Peter begged, not sure what to say. His deepest, darkest fantasy come to life was painful! And he still came harder than ever! In fact, the pain and her power probably fueled him even to even further heights of pleasure! And he now had the bruises and broken bones to show for it— literally.

The comforting familiarity of post-orgasmic sleep began to wrap its tendrils over his exhausted mind, but Piper bent down and slapped him loudly across the cheek. She watched his delayed reaction to his stinging skin as it reddened. Peter gasped in pain as sharp pricks dotted his face where she had barely touched him.

“You’re not done yet, Petey. This time, I get to have some fun too.”

She threw him into the air, putting a bit of spin into it so that he rotated 180 degrees, perfectly upside down. Halting his movement by catching his calves, she lifted him up, fingers digging deep into his thighs. Sparing one hand to slip down her boy shorts, she exposed her superpowered, pink pussy to him.

“Your turn, you little fuck. You owe me so many nights of pleasure. Time for me to redeem.”

The novel experience of truly and properly dominating him in reality was turning Piper on. Either that, or her new libidinous body was dictating her desires. Or maybe both. In any case, she was dripping wet, her nectar leaking down the inside of her thighs. The anticipation of getting hers, and knowing that she could force him to do it no matter how much he resisted, definitely helped. Did it ever.

Piper let Peter probe her folds with his fingers, before inserting two of them into her tight, sopping love canal. To his credit, he remembered just how she liked it. But as he continued to fondle her insides, he seemed to be struggling, his fingers getting weaker as the blood rushed to his head.

“Hurry the fuck up. Make yourself useful and lick me,” she ordered her little toy of a husband while he was still able to function.

Peter leaned in, using his arms to attach his face to her sweet-smelling sex to prevent himself from dangling back and forth like a pendulum, suspended in midair by nothing but her powerful grip. He did his best, curling his fingers inside of her. It was difficult, considering how impossibly tight she’d become! It felt like she was actively crushing his fingers inside! Meanwhile, he sucked on her turgid clit, rubbing his tongue and lips as hard as he could against her sweet nub, drowning in her juices.

“Harder,” she ordered, despite his best efforts.

He gripped the firm swells of her marvelous butt even tighter, mashing his face as deep in as possible. Piper responded by grinding her sex against his face, hard. He could feel himself suffocating from such a gentle application of her unstoppable force! His face was slick with her violent, dominating love.

“Harder! Bite it!” Piper demanded, wanting more than his feathery light touch.

Finally, she felt the stimulation she was seeking. Her super powered legs began to twitch, pinning his ears to his head and squeezing him tight. A deep, ecstatic warmth built deep in her core, radiating outward, and as Peter grinded his teeth against her invulnerable clit, she trembled lightly as she flooded his face with her ambrosia. The gentle shaking battered his head between her hard-as-steel thighs, and he passed out.

As Piper came down the glorious high of her first serum-boosted orgasm, she threw Peter’s useless form on the bed and continued to play with herself, pinching her nipples and swirling circles over her clit until she was finally satisfied… A state that took a full dozen more bone-deep orgasms that had sent cracks up the bedroom walls and left a puddle of her ambrosia staining the carpet. She would definitely have to find a nice, tough dildo for the future.

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When Peter finally came to, Piper lay next to him in bed, groaning in pain.

“Piper! Are you okay!? Was there some side effect?!”

“Peter!” she moaned. “I… ate like… 60 more cookies… plus all of the cookie dough left in the fridge… but all I got was this horrible stomach ache! Fuuuuuuuck…”

“Uh Pip, maybe we need more serum before that’ll work again.”

Piper lay on her side in fetal position and continued to heave through the night.