When the worlds collided, the borders became a blur, what was once a view into the horizon was now a keyhole into the unknown. What was once a walk in the woods, low led into the claws of an unknown mistress. All of them were merciless, all wished for nothing more than to usurp the other, whilst playing with the people caught in between. But one of them saw the bigger picture…

“Mistress… please…” A knight whispered from the foot of her throne. He was still in his plate, his sword not two feet away from him, but he dared not move. The poor man gasped and writhed in pleasure beneath his goddess. Her tail bit down, like a snake, upon his member and with each suck the mans face grew thinner and his lines older.

Beneath her throne the former king, bound in a kneeling position, gagged and blinded, with latex covering his whole body as tubes ran out of his mouth and cock. Milking and pumping, milking and pumping. He was the only real threat to her rule but he was dealt with quickly.

Now, his two true born sons were defeated and his adopted one was sprawled upon the ground beneath her. Looking up at her, bawling at her beauty. And she, the succubus Lilinreia, lounged back into her throne, legs crossed as her left arm swayed to the eldest son of the king, kneeling, whilst, with ever movement of her arm, she drew a bit more of his soul from his body.

Clad in form fitting latex and nylon, her boots were thigh high, blood red, the same as her elbow gloves and her skin. While here eyes, hair and nylon bodysuit were the color of snow white.

She was inspecting her right glove as she took another part of Gareth’s soul.

“You are first hun. Tell me, what is your soul worth to you?” She asked, her voice between the sound of flowers upon a field and metal scraping together. Gareth was barely anything more than a husk now. Skin a little more than dust, eyes empty but shining with pleasure, mouth barely moving but fixed in a smile. The smile that will remain once he is dead as well.

“Nothing… nothing…” He spoke, if that what left his mouth could be called a voice. Lilinreia, shifted in her seat, her tail still sucking upon the knight on the ground, the adopted son of the king. She fixed him with her empty, white eyes, her red lips parting in a smile while her fangs showed the evil of her nature.

“Nothing? What do you mean nothing?” She asked with a giggle.

“It is all… all yours, mistress… I.. I…” Lilinreia placed her latex gloved finger upon his lip to shush him. Gareth sighed in ecstasy the moment he felt the latex upon his skin and, gingerly tried to suckle upon it. But he had no strength left, it looked like a newborn trying to speak. The succubus ignored his feeble tries.

“Of course it is honey. And what I want I always get am I not wrong?” She placed her other latex clad palm beneath her chin and beamed at him. With another wave of her arm, as a bright, heavenly light shone, a piece of his sole was torn from him and sucked into her finger.

Gareth tried speaking but it was for naught, he was trembling, trying desperately to stay up. Or rather, upon his knees.

“Oh? Have you expired little slave? I guess you were a weakling after all. Even though you were the son of a king.” She said with a disappointed sigh. With a final wave of her hand, the red skinned succubus pulled upon his soul and his husk of a corpse, fell forwards.

Lilinreia stood up, placed her latex boot beneath his corpse and shoved it to the side. “I’ll let Arachna have what is left of you.” She said to the corpse, leaving it behind, and finally looking down upon my adopted brother.

I was bound, unable to move but I fought within my bonds, as I saw my elder brother being sucked dry by this beast.

The succubus stood over Stefan, in all her glory. Her gloves and boots radiating against her matching skin, her eyes hair and nylon bodysuit dripping with sex appeal begging to be touched and kissed. Smelled, snuggled against…

Lilinreia placed her hands upon her hips as she posed above Stefan. He gasped in pleasure at the sight of her, longing to be under her gaze longer as he burst into another blissful orgasm.

“Orgasm number…?” She trailed with her demonic voice, full of sadism. Stefan was still silent, basking in his orgasm.

“You may actually speak now slave.” She said, a bit annoyed.

“Seventy five!” He said with a loud gasp and a moan.

“And yet, you fought me, little slave. Just like your younger brother. Your adopted father and older brother were not much of a fight but you two… Capturing you two has been great fun.” She said, gliding down her latex arm around her large breasts, that were barely held in place by her bodysuit.

“I apologize mistress… just let me cum again… please I need it.” The succubus rolled her eyes upon his words.

“Such a waist. I do always get what I want, slave, but you are too needy, I wanted you to last longer before I broke you… still, I can have fun with you in other ways.” She said with a mischievous smile. The red skinned demon lifted her red latex palm, and snapped her fingers.

The moment she did Stefan burst into another orgasm as his back arched and he screamed in pleasure.

“You want more slave?”

“Yes mistress please!! I give my life to you! Take it! Just let me cum, I am yours!!!” Stefan screamed in agony as Lilinreia laughed at her slave beneath her.

“Good.” Snap, snap, snap.

Stefan shuddered upon the ground, lifting his arm towards her, trying to touch her one more time before he was sucked dry. By now, he was looking more like a mummy and not a human being. Tears rolled down my eyes as I saw my brother, and best friend wallow in despair and pleasure.

“Come now.” snap “if you manage to touch me I might let you live.” Snap, snap.

He reached, arching his back, trying to lift himself up, and, I almost thought he would make it but Lilinreia had other plans. She bent down towards him, sneering.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap.

By the time she finished he looked just like Gareth. A husk. I screamed into my gag and she, finally looked at me.

“Tut, tut baby. You are next don’t worry.” She said, stepping over Stefan’s grinning corpse that was now in a puddle of his own cum.

“You will make it fun won’t you?” Lilinreia asked. “Oh, sorry, you can’t speak with a gag. But that suit does look snug on you doesn’t it.” She finished and removed my gag.

I was stuck in a similar suit as father, latex, tight, not giving me an inch of freedom, with traps all over my body, holding my limbs in place.

“You bitch! You will pay! You will pay for what you did to my family! To my land!” I yelled at her but, with a giggle, she just placed her heel upon my head. I cannot deny that it felt heavenly.

“Watch your tongue boy.” She said, as she continued giggling. “The fate I have in store for you will be much worse than what I did to them… or maybe not. It depends on when you break. But break you will, my bondage piggy.”

I gritted my teeth and bellowed again, trying to save my dignity. “YOU! WILL! NOT! BRE-”

SNAP!

I have had women before, plenty of them, being a prince always has its perks, but never have I felt such intense and raw pleasure as I did when she snapped her fingers.

I felt grateful to her for allowing me such an orgasm, I felt like there, beneath her boot, that is where I belonged. I felt like I will never be satisfied again.

As shivers of orgasm fated my mind, tried to adjust to what had just happened as she removed her boot and placed it in front of me.

“You will be kissing this, very, very soon.” She chirped. “Now, how did you like the orgasm? You do know you will never be able to cum to anything else but me again? Were I to release you now, you would go crazy without me.”

“Fuck you…” I spat, panting. I lifted my head, kneeling in front of her, and dared to stare back. I do not know how.

“Oh… I LIKE YOU!” She screamed in pleasure. SNAP!

Another orgasm, just as intense rushed through me. My mind went blank as I almost fell backwards but I stayed my ground.

“Do you think you can train me? ME?! Die you fucking pervert. You are nothing to me!” I yelled, trying to sound as brave as I could.

She, simply, bent down and whispered into my ear. “As you will be to me once I am done with you. Just another in my collection.”

And then she kissed me, straight upon the lips. I felt her tongue dancing against mine as her latex gloved hand held my chin. Her saliva mixed with mine, the feeling of her latex and… her perfume…

GOD!!! What I am thinking!

I felt surrender creep at the back of my mind, where I knew it would not stay for long. She, again, moved and whispered, before standing up straight.

“You may come now. One last time.” And I did. This time I did fell backwards and gasped and writhed in the agony of ecstasy.

Spent, I lay there on the ground, panting.

“Do you want more?” She asked. Both of us knew the answer, but she had already said that was my last orgasm.

I would not play this game…

Again I knelt in front of her and looked her in the eyes. Her perfect, white eyes.

You are perfect…

“I will not play this game..” I said instead. But she just pouted at me ever so… irresistibly. Then, with a faintest touch, she placed her heel right where my cock is, over the latex that covered it. It was a gentle press yet it felt almost as an orgasm did. The one that only she gave.

“I have not been using any of my magic” she began as I felt despair spread through me with every word she spoke. Helpless… beaten… that is how I felt. “if I did I would have broken you by now. You have my saliva and the mark upon your cock but that only enhances the pleasure a bit… if I were to use anything else, if I were to give you more of my saliva… slave, you would break where you kneel.” She emphasized the last word.

I felt my head falling in defeat but still, I held on.

“I-”

“You are a masochist. A slave. That is your fate. It will be much easier for you to accept it and simply… drown in the pleasure that I give you. Haven’t you realized? It is over!” She said with triumph in her voice.

Finally my head fell and I felt surrender and pleasure spread through me. It felt so… good, so right.

I looked up at her in defeat, pleading.

She is so perfect. Why have I been resisting for so long? Her look… it feels like heaven.

She nibbled her lower lip and then… snap.

Hope rose within me as she did but… the orgasm didn’t come. I didn’t cum. Frustration spread through me as I whimpered.

“Oh did you think you would orgasm? I thought you would not play that game again. Let us try again.” She nodded her head next to me and I, following it saw that my arm was free. “Start stroking.”

She commanded and I obediently obliged.

I jacked myself, pumped, standing on the constant edge, I could not get myself over. I was so close I felt it, it was right there. Sweat ran down my temples as I cried out, whimpered and finally…

“Why? I want to come!” I said, tears running down my eyes.

“Irritating isn’t it slave? I told you, you can only come when and… if I allow it.” She said, savoring the agony on my face.

“Please.. let me cum. I need it.” I begged as I sobbed.

“GOooooooood slaveeee. See you are learning quickly. But why? You said that you did not want to play this game hm?” She asked, cocking her eyebrow.

“I do… please. I will do anything I am begging you!!!”

She, again, placed the tip of her boot upon my cock. I shuddered, gasped and rested my forehead against her latex boot. It felt perfect…

I LOVE YOU!!!

“Hm? What did you just say slave? I did not quite catch that.” She said, casually inspecting her glove again. Like she was losing interest.

“PLEASE!!! MAKE ME CUM! I LOVE YOU! I NEED YOU! YOU ARE PERFECT! DESTROY ME LIKE YOU DID TO MY BROTHERS AND MY FATHER! PLEASE!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “I AM PATHETIC. I AM NOTHING. I AM YOURS!!!”

“That you are slave. That. You. Are.” She said, dripping every word with lust and poison.

She removed her boot and I sobbed again.

“Why?” I asked. “Please….”

“You can do it on your own. Now, start again.” She said with a sly smile. It was clear it wasn’t as fun for her as it was before. So, with enthusiasm and raw pleasure, I started jerking off… but the outcome was the same.

WHY CANNOT I CUM!!!

“Something wrong? I told you, you cannot cum without my permission.”

“Please!!!” I screamed through my sobs.

“Pathetic… and to think you were putting up such a fight a few minutes before.” She said and laughed down at me. Which only made me more horny.

“Do you want me to let you come?”

“YES!!!”

“Well…” she lifted her fingers and… snap.

The latex wrapped around my arm, and returned it to the fold of my cocoon.

“No. No mercy for you. I told you, that was you lost orgasm.” She said and cackled down at me. I only stared up at her, not even daring to speak. My mind was numb, my head foggy and my spirit… broken.

“But…I… I love you…” I gasped in desperation.

“So? I told you and your brothers, I always get what I want. And you? I want you as my bondage slave.” Lilinreia looked down at me, with regal superiority, arrogance and sadism I had never seen before.

“I.. I love you… I love you…” I repeated over and over and she just rolled her eyes.

“Now you are becoming boring pet.” She cocked her eyebrow. “But I could reward you… how about this!” SNAP!

She snapped her fingers and I felt the rush of orgasm, the joy, the privilege… and the denial.

“Your mind just came slave… not your body.” The succubus laughed maliciously as I crumbled at her feet, face first.

“Oh, is the slave broken?” But I could not even answer, I felt the drool drip from my mouth as I mumbled.

“Good. You have learned your place. It was fun breaking you… while it lasted. But you are nothing more than a S.L.A.V.E.” As she voiced every single letter, Lilinreia placed the tip of her boot beneath my chin, and lifted it, if only a little.

“Time to pack you up.” She said and all went black.

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Deep underground, beneath every castle of a villainess, floor upon floor of cells and dungeons resided. Each filled with heroes of our age. All broken. Inside one of these cells ,the youngest heir of the kingdom of Regalia, was placed.

She lead him there, after he was done and mindless, upon a leash as he crawled behind her. He dared not lift his gaze from the ground from fear, and love, of his mistress. Oh, how he adored her.

Stuck in eternal pleasure, never reaching an orgasm, his mind is long gone.

She had placed him inside of a rubber blob, filled with liquid latex, that would fill his body with an aphrodisiac that would forever keep him on the edge. He is not alone, of course. Many other blobs of latex are around him, many other cells filled with heroes of this world and others, stuck in other forms of eternal torment. Lilinreia doesn’t know where each hero is placed, nor does she care to know. She only knows that they are all hers and that they are all broken. And they know that they are unimportant.

She sometimes visits the dungeons, uses some of them as stools, tables and beds. But she cares not where each individual is. For their fate is to suffer for her pleasure and remember that it is her that broke them.

THE END