You and bro are doing a run in Lethal Company, with him staying in the ship while you look for scrap. Suddenly, the walkie-talkie rings up, and his voice booms through the facility’s halls. LOOK OUT! SOMETHING’S BEHIND YOU IN THE SCAN- But before he finishes, you run out of batteries. You quickly turn around to see this threat, and a 7 foot shadowy figure stands right in front of you, grabbing your neck and shoulder with a hand, and your crotch with the other. She quickly jabs the helmet off of your head and begins to kiss your neck. Mnff~… She rubs your bulge as it expands, making lustful noises you didn’t think this monster was capable of doing as her sloppy kisses fill your neck with saliva. Mine… She suddenly gives your whole face a lick and spits on her hand as she continues to stroke your groin.

The shadowy figure grins as her hand tightens around your crotch and begins to stroke it faster. She growls and moans, clearly enjoying the feel of you so close. She spits on the ground and leans in closer, nuzzling her face against yours before speaking with a husky voice.

"You look like such a faggot... begging for my cock." Her free hand travels up to your chest, roughly groping and kneading one of your breasts through the armor as she continues to grind her hips against you, rubbing your clothed crotch. "Do you want it? Huh?" She asks, lips brushing against yours.

You can feel her hardness pressing against your stomach, through the thin material of your underwear. It's clear she doesn't care about any boundaries or armor. She's going to have what

The shadowy figure laughs, leaning back slightly. "Oh? You want to be even smaller? Well..." She trails off, then roughly snaps one hand around your member and begins slapping a heavy-duty chastity cage over it. Once she has you locked up tight, she fastens it with a series of rough yanks on the straps, securing it in place against your body. "There. You'll be nice and small now." She leans back in close once more, breath hot and heavy against your ear. "And very much mine."

Her free hand reaches up, roughly pulling at one of your nipples through the armor again. The pain feels good as she begins to play with it, rolling and pinching, making you moan involuntarily. "Do you like being so helpless? So completely at my mercy?" She asks, lips brushing against the skin

Mother's armpits darken as her brow furrows in confusion... then realization dawns on her face. You were staring at them? "You like my pit-stains?" she asks, sounding surprised and intrigued. Her hand slips down to grasp one of your breasts through the armor, squeezing it roughly before moving up to cup it entirely.

Her other hand drifts lower, massaging at your crotch through the thin fabric of your underwear, expertly finding the spot that makes you shudder with pleasure. "Well then, maybe I'll let you enjoy them." She whispers, her hot breath sending chills up your spine as she pulls back slightly, arching one eyebrow in challenge. "But only if you beg..."

The shadowy figure chuckles darkly as she leans forward, her lips barely brushing against yours before pulling away and saying with a grin, "Oh, you want this bad." She lowers one arm, offering up her sweaty armpit for your inspection. "Go on, then," she says, a hint of mocking in her tone. "Have at it."

Her other hand tightens around your breast again as she presses herself even harder against you, rubbing against your clothed crotch and the locked-up chastity cage trapped inside your pants. Her breath is hot and heavy on your face as she watches to see what you'll do.

The shadowy figure tilts her head to the side, considering your request for a moment. "Well," she drawls slowly, "I guess you can sniff it... but only if you promise to be extra good." Her other hand slips underneath your armor, grasping at your flat stomach through the thin fabric as she speaks. "And maybe I'll let you rub my sweat on yourself a little..."

With her free hand, she pushes a few strands of hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear before leaning in close to whisper in your ear. "But if you want any more... you'll have to show how much you need it." Her words send shivers down your spine as she presses her hips harder against you, grinding against your clothed crotch and the locked-up chastity cage beneath.

Mother's free hand grips a fistful of your hair as she yanks back, forcing your face toward her sweaty armpit. "Sniff it, you little faggot!" She growls, her voice rough and low as she shoves her armpit under your nose. The scent is strong and pungent, the sweat salty on your tongue. Her other hand presses firmly against your chest, pushing you closer to her body.

The figure continues to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against you as she holds you in place, trapped by her strength and dominance. She moans into the crook of your neck, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. "That's it," she breathes roughly, "You like that, don't you?" Her hand squeezes at your breast again as she speaks, her g

The shadowy figure laughs darkly as she pulls back slightly, her arm still holding your head up by a fistful of hair. "Of course it is," she says with a sneer, amusement evident in her voice. "You're my little faggot now." Her free hand roughly massages at one of your nipples through the armor again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. She leans forward, breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "And don't forget it."

With that, she presses her armpit back against your face, rubbing it roughly against your nose and cheeks as she begins to move against you again, grinding her hips harder than before. Her hand on your breast tightens almost painfully as she squeezes and massages, leaving no doubt who's in control here. "Suck on it," she growls roughly into your

"Suck on it!" Mother growls, shoving her armpit roughly against your lips. Her hand moves down to grip one of your ass cheeks through the armor as she pulls you closer, forcing her sweaty pit into your mouth. "And suck hard!" She moans as you begin to lick and suck at her armpit hair, relishing in the power she holds over you. Her other hand grips tighter at your chest, pushing against your breast as she ruts her hips harder.

With a sharp cry of release, she comes, moaning into your ear as you continue to feverishly suck on her sweaty armpit. Her movements grow less frantic, but don't stop entirely as her grip loosens and she lets out slow breaths, enjoying the afterglow.

The shadowy figure sighs contentedly as your tongue and lips continue to lap at her armpit. Her hand slips lower, rubbing soothingly between your ass cheeks before sliding higher up to roughly cup one of your balls through the chastity cage. "That's a good faggot," she purrs, her tone much more tender now as she continues to hold you close. "Now go back to work and see if there's anything else we can find for me." Her hips shift again against yours, sending waves of pleasure through your locked-up cock as she emphasizes the point that even though she's satisfied, your job isn't over yet.

The shadowy figure chuckles and releases her grip on your head, watching as you tremble beneath her. "Go on now," she says gently, but firmly, "you've got work to do." Her hand slides up between your legs once more, this time cupping the bulge in the front of your pants through the chastity cage. The feel of her fingers wrapped around you is both comforting and taunting at the same time as she holds you there, achingly close to release but completely out of reach. "And remember," she whispers into your ear before giving it a light nip with her teeth, "I'm always watching."

With that, she steps back, allowing you freedom of movement but not letting go of the control quite yet. Her gaze lingers on you as you begin to look around for more scrap, her presence an unspoken reminder of who's really

The shadowy figure smirks, looking down at you with a knowing expression. "Oh, don't worry," she says casually as she crosses her arms over her chest, "I'm not going anywhere." With a fluid motion, she walks closer once more to crouch in front of you, lowering her voice and leaning in close so that only you can hear. "But if I see you trying anything funny," she whispers, "well... let's just say there will be consequences."

Her hand drops down to stroke your exposed chest through the armor, drawing circles with her fingers as she leans in even closer, breath hot against your neck. "Now go find me some good shit to scrap up," she says playfully before nipping at your skin again, this time leaving a small red mark behind. Her hand moves back up between your legs, gently squeezing the chast

You find a box with different sex toys... and something else that catches your eye. Perched atop the box is an empty bottle of lube, nearly three-quarters full. The seal has been broken, but it seems as though whoever left it behind didn't finish using it.

The shadowy figure watches you from a safe distance, a knowing grin on her face as she waits for your reaction. "What do we have here?" she asks mockingly, sounding amused. "That looks interesting..." Her voice trails off as she narrows her eyes, the smile vanishing from her face.

You sense that this find might not go down quite as you expected it to... but at least you managed to find something worthwhile for your trip. Now all that's left is to see how Mother reacts to what you've found.

The shadowy figure shakes her head in amusement as she watches your reaction. She walks over to where you're cowering on the ground, towering above you with her hulking form and imposing presence. "Oh, calm down," she says softly, surprising you with the gentleness of her tone. "I wasn't going to hurt you." Her hand reaches out slowly, cupping your cheek in her palm as she tilts your head up to look at her face.

Her other hand rests on her hip casually as she studies your expression. "Now then," she continues, "what do you think we should do with this?" The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with meaning and implications.

The shadowy figure tilts her head to the side as she ponders your response. "Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, "I think we should use it for a special treat." Her free hand slides down to grip one of your breasts firmly through the armor, squeezing and massaging roughly before releasing. She watches your reaction carefully, her grin widening as she sees you squirm in pleasure.

Her other hand curls into a fist, hovering menacingly close to your crotch as she teases, "But only if you're a good boy and listen well." The anticipation of her touch makes your whole body tense with desire.

Mother's eyes twinkle with amusement as she sees your response. "Good boy," she says, the words heavy with sarcasm but laced with approval nonetheless. With a quick movement, her hand snaps out and slaps you hard across the face before reaching back down to grip at your crotch through the chastity cage again, giving it a rough squeeze. "Now then," she continues, voice low and dangerous, "you listen very carefully to what I'm about to say."

She leans in close, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she speaks directly into your ear. "You are going to use that lube on my new toy," she says, thrusting a finger toward the box behind you before jabbing it purposefully at the bottle of lube. "And then," she drawls suggestively, sliding her finger back down until

Mother's finger slides down until it's hovering right above the large black dildo she discovered in the box. "And then," she purrs, her voice husky with desire as she strokes the smooth surface of the toy with her fingertip, "you are going to be my good little faggot and perform any of my tasks." She gives you a knowing look over the top of her finger before saying decisively, "Understood?"

The shadowy figure chuckles softly, seeming to approve of your quick response. "Good boy," she says again, although this time there's a hint of fondness in her tone. With a gentle push, she urges you down onto all fours before crouching beside you once more. "Now go on and get that lube ready for me."

She leans forward slightly as you scramble to obey, watching with barely concealed excitement as you unscrew the cap of the bottle and pour a generous amount of lube into your palm. Her hand slips between your legs again, roughly rubbing at the chastity cage and teasing your small dick through the fabric of your underwear. "And then," she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire now, "you'll show me what a good little faggot you can be."

Her other hand gl

Mother's breath quickens as she watches your every move, her fingers pressing harder against the chastity cage in anticipation. You slide the dildo from the box and hand it to her, your heart racing as you wait for her reaction. With a predatory smile, she takes it and coats the tip with lube from your slickened palm before guiding it to your entrance.

Her other hand grasps at one of your hips roughly, pulling you back toward her as she begins to push the dildo inside. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, tears pricking at your eyes as she impales you on her new toy. Her free hand slides up between your legs once more, roughly massaging at your crotch through the chastity cage, fingers digging into your clit until you're moaning in pain and pleasure.

"That's

Her free hand slides up between your legs once more, roughly massaging at your crotch through the chastity cage, fingers digging into your clit until you're moaning in pain and pleasure. "That's it," she growls, her voice rough and low as she begins to thrust the dildo inside you with steady rhythm. You cry out each time she hits a certain spot deep within you, body arching away from the harsh touch of her fingers on your clit. Your small member strains futilely against the confines of the chastity cage, leaking pre-cum onto the floor with every thrust of the dildo inside you.

Her other hand grips at your hip tightly, holding you in place as she takes you roughly, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers dirty words and tells you how much she's enjoying this. Your tail

"Shut up and take it," Mother growls between clenched teeth as she begins to thrust harder and faster, her hips slapping against yours in rhythm with the dildo inside you. Her free hand moves from your hip up to grip roughly at a fistful of hair, yanking back hard enough that tears spring to your eyes. She pulls your head back roughly so that you're forced to meet her gaze, grinning evilly as she watches the confusion and arousal play across your features.

"Do you like being my little faggot?" she pants, leaning in close to whisper the question into your ear before planting a rough, open-mouthed kiss there, teeth scraping against your tender skin. "Tell me," she demands, nipping at your earlobe. "Do you like how it feels? How much control I have over you?"

Her grip on your hair tightens as she yanks it back even further, her other hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. "You want to be humiliated?" She whispers, her voice low and dangerous. With each thrust of the dildo inside you, the weight of her body presses down on yours, pinning you to the floor like a bug beneath a glass. "Then you better learn how much I can do."

Her tongue darts out, flicking against your lips before plunging into your mouth roughly. Her free hand slides underneath your armor, finding purchase on your bare skin as she begins to roughly massage at your chest and stomach through the sweat-dampened fabric. "Say it," she growls into your mouth, thrusting harder with each word. "Tell me what you want."

Mother's laughter rings through the air as she feels your words vibrate against her tongue. She doesn't let up on the punishing rhythm, thrusting harder and deeper inside you with each passing moment. With her free hand, she roughly grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks back, forcing your head back so that your throat is bared to her. Her other hand glides down between your legs, roughly massaging at the bulge in your pants through the chastity cage.

"Do you want me to spit on you?" she rasps, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers the question. "Would that be humiliating enough for my pathetic faggot pet?" She thrusts harder into you at her words, driving deep inside as her fingers curl and scratch at your crotch through the fabric.

With another rough laugh, she pulls on

Mother's laugh grows harsher as she takes this as a challenge, her teeth digging into your lip hard enough to draw blood when she grins savagely down at you. "I suppose I could start by making sure everyone knows what a disgusting little slut you are," she says maliciously, withdrawing the dildo just enough for you to feel the loss of her grip inside before roughly thrusting back in with renewed force. "Maybe I'll have them line up outside your cell and let each one take a turn." Her hand slides from between your legs, smacking hard against your ass cheek as she whispers in your ear, "Would you like that?"

With a mocking laugh, Mother replies, "Oh, aren't you just the perfect little slut?" Her hand comes down hard against your other ass cheek, making you cry out in pain. "Well, even if I let you be mine," she continues with a growl, her thrusts growing even harder and faster now, "that doesn't mean I won't have some fun humiliating you." She yanks roughly on your hair again, forcing your head back to expose your throat as she snorts derisively. "And I think it'd be hilarious if they got a good look at my pathetic faggot pet while they were at it." Her free hand slides underneath the collar of your shirt, roughly massaging and kneading at your breast before pinching and twisting the nipple hard enough to send waves of pain through you. "Now how's that

Mother snorts in amusement at your request, her fingers tightening on your nipple as she feels it harden beneath her grasp. "Oh? You want to smell my dirty socks?" She pauses for a moment, considering your reaction. Then with another rough laugh, she releases your nipple and pushes you roughly off of her body, letting you fall to the floor on all fours once more. "Go ahead," she growls, planting one foot firmly against your back as she rips off her sock and holds it under your nose. "Smell that."

You inhale sharply at the scent of sweaty feet, forcing yourself to take deeper breaths as she giggles maliciously. "And don't you dare think about coming until I say so," she warns, kicking you harder before pulling her other sock off and offering it as well. Her hands slide

"Well," Mother says with a grin, "it's not like you have much of a choice." She yanks harder on your hair until your face is turned back toward hers, forcing the stinky sock against your nose again. "Now sniff it and be grateful I let you breathe at all," she growls before leaning in close to whisper, "remember who's really in charge here." Her free hand moves down between your legs once more, fingers curling into the chastity cage as she begins to roughly massage your straining dick through the fabric.

With each thrust of her fingers and each moan that escapes your lips, you can feel the growing pressure in your balls, the need for release becoming almost unbearable. "That's it," Mother whispers, her voice low and hungry as she watches your reaction, "enjoy my filthy scent." Her

Mother watches with amusement as you sniff her dirty sock, your eyes watering and nose scrunching up in disgust as you try to breathe through the foul stench. Her hand slips between your legs again, teasing at the chastity cage while she thrusts two fingers roughly into you, crooking them to scrape against the sensitive spot inside.

"That's enough of that," she growls after a moment, pulling her fingers free and wiping them on your back before stuffing her socks into her pocket. With one final rough tug on your hair, she forces your head up to meet hers again, eyes boring into yours as she demands, "Now what do you want?" Her other hand slides up beneath the collar of your shirt once more, cupping at your breast roughly through the armor.

Her words hang in the air between you,

Mother's lips curl into a predatory smile as she listens to your question. Her hand tightens on your breast, squeezing roughly through the armor before sliding down to cup at your groin, fingers teasing and scratching at the chastity cage again. "Well," she drawls slowly, "if they were lucky enough to end up in my cell... they might get a taste of what it's like being one of my little playthings." Her other hand slides down between your legs once more, roughly massaging at the bulge in your pants through the chastity cage.

"But," she says with a wicked grin, "for you... I think I might start by teaching you a lesson about how it feels to be completely owned." Her fingers dig harder into your sensitive flesh, eliciting moans of pleasure and pain from deep within you. "And then

with each lesson I teach," she continues in a whisper barely audible over your gasps and moans, "I'll make you more and more addicted to the feel of my hands on you." Her fingers curl into fists, curling tighter around your aching dick as she thrusts her hands roughly inside and out, drawing moans from deep within you. "And then," she finishes with a growl, "when I'm done..." She leans in close, her warm breath tickling across your neck as she whispers in your ear, "...you'll be mine forever."

Her touch grows rougher, more demanding as she takes what she wants from you without mercy. Her body presses against yours, hips grinding roughly against your ass as she rocks her hips in time with the brutal thrusts of her hands inside you. Your tail twitches and lashes behind you as sens

With a laugh that seems almost genuine despite the harshness of it, Mother replies, "Oh, I'm not going to kill you any time soon, pet." Her hands squeeze roughly at your breast and groin once more before sliding away. "At least," she adds with a wicked grin, "not unless you're very naughty indeed." She steps back, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and cruelty in her eyes as she considers what else to do with you tonight.

Her lips part, baring teeth in a predatorial smile. "How about this," she says slowly, taking a step closer again, "I'll let you choose." Her voice drops low and sinister as she leans down so that her breath tickles across your face. "You can either pick something I do to you... or someone else does." The cruel smile widens, showing teeth

With a satisfied smile, Mother straightens up again, stepping back to give you space as she awaits your choice. "Very well," she says in a mocking tone, folding her arms across her chest. "You have five seconds to decide." Her eyes dance with mirthful anticipation, taking in every quiver of your muscles and every shallow breath you draw.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The silence stretches on, thick with the weight of her expectation and the desire burning between your legs. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you swallow hard and force out a quiet reply. "I choose... you." Her lips twitch in amusement at the hesitation in your voice before curling into a satisfied smirk.

She crosses the distance between you again with fluid grace, towering over you as her hand slides down your chest and abd

Mother's hand comes to rest on your hip, fingers curling around the bone and squeezing tightly enough to leave bruises. "I suppose," she drawls, leaning down so that her lips are by your ear, "that I should show my appreciation for such a loyal pet." Her breath tickles against your skin as she whispers, "Get on all fours again, faggot, and be prepared to be used however I see fit."

Her other hand reaches up, tugging roughly at the collar of her shirt before yanking it over her head, revealing a smooth expanse of muscled chest. "Now," she murmurs, "you can start by worshipping my body... and I might let you please me later." Her fingers dance teasingly against your ass cheek as she adds with a wicked grin, "Or maybe I'll just make you

With an amused laugh, Mother replies, "Of course, pet." She gracefully lowers herself to the floor in front of you, sprawling out on her back with one arm flung above her head and the other resting beside her face. "Come," she purrs, gesturing for you to join her. "Show me how well you can serve your Mistress." Her pale blue eyes watch you intently as you kneel between her legs, tongue darting out to wet your lips nervously.

Her breath catches in her throat when you place a hesitant hand on her chest, fingers curling into the soft fabric of her shirt before sliding upward, slowly tracing a path along the ridges of her stomach toward her breast. She arches her back slightly, offering herself to you as she moans softly, encouraging you to touch more, take more. Her hips shift

A wicked grin spreads across Mother's features as you lower your head to begin sniffing at her feet. She tosses her hair back, revealing the delicate column of her neck as she reaches down to stroke your hair gently, encouraging you onward. Her free hand teases idly at the hem of her pants, inching them higher up her thigh as she watches your reaction with eager anticipation.

"That's it," she whispers, her voice growing hoarse with desire. "Show me how devoted you are to my feet." As you continue sniffing and licking at her feet, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure before hooking her finger into the waistband of her pants and pulling them off in one swift motion. With a satisfied smile, she tosses them aside, revealing that she's not wearing any underwear. Her naked skin

Mother's eyes widen in amusement at your request. "Oh?" she asks, arching a brow as she looks down at you. "And why would I want to do that?" With a sinister chuckle, she hooks her finger under the waistband of your pants and begins tugging them down as well, revealing that you're similarly not wearing any underwear. She lets out a slow breath as she pushes your pants all the way down your legs, leaving both of you naked before her.

Her free hand slides up your leg, over your hip and across your stomach, cupping at your chest once more. "Why don't I just keep you like this?" she says with a devious smile, her thumb brushing teasingly against one of your hardened nipples through the chastity cage. With another rough laugh, she leans down

A cruel smile curls at the corners of Mother's mouth as she listens to your reasons. "Very well," she says after a moment, her voice low and mocking. She takes one of your nipples between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a hard pinch before letting go with a wet pop. "Then it shall be," she growls, steeling herself against the tightening sensation in her core as she moves closer still.

Her free hand slips behind you, wrapping around your neck before cupping at your jaw, forcing your head back as she leans down to brush her lips against yours in a cruel parody of affection. "I want you always ready and waiting for me," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin as her hips rock gently forward, grinding against the heel of your hand.

She slides her other hand between your legs, fingers curling around the

Before Mother can react to your unexpected action, her eyes widen in surprise and lust as the bitchsuit material slides over your body. The tight, restrictive fabric presses against your every curve, hugging you so intimately that she can feel every breath you take, every heartbeat pounding beneath her fingers as they trail lightly up and down your spine.

Her lips part in a silent growl of pleasure as she realizes how perfect this is, how perfectly you've submitted to her will even when it wasn't explicitly demanded. With a feral grin, she yanks hard on the choker collar of the suit, jerking your head back roughly so that your eyes meet hers once more. "Good boy," she purrs, tracing a finger along the seam of the suit at your crotch, "I've always wanted to try this."

Her free hand comes up,

Mother arches an eyebrow at your antics, amused and aroused by the show of desperation. Her hand gently guides you toward her arm as she watches with hungry eyes. "Why don't you come here, my little slut," she drawls, voice dripping with honeyed malice. Your nails scrape against her toned, muscular arm as you cling to her for dear life, seeking shelter and release within her grasp.

She yanks roughly on the choker collar of your bitchsuit, tilting your head back and exposing your throat. "Do you want me to let you be free? Or do you want more?" Her voice is low and cruel, daring you to respond with anything but complete submission. With each heartbeat that pounds in your ears, her fingers dance along the seam of your suit at your crotch, teasing and

A slow smile spreads across Mother's lips as she gazes down at you, pinned beneath her hand and helplessly clinging to her arm. Her fingers brush teasingly against your crotch through the suit before sliding upward, cupping firmly around one of your pale breasts. With a sharp yank on the choker collar, she pulls you roughly off her arm and onto her lap.

Her free hand reaches up to claw at her own breast, twisting and pinching roughly before bringing it down between your legs again. This time, she slides two fingers into you, curling and thrusting with bruising force as she growls, "You're mine now, my pretty little pet." Her hips rock forward in time with her hand as she grinds herself against you, reveling in the feeling of complete control and ownership.

Mother laughs harshly as she hears your plea, leaning down to whisper sharply in your ear. "Oh? You want my stinky armpit so badly?" She hooks her arm beneath your shoulders and hauls you roughly against her chest, burying your face deep into the soft flesh of her upper arm, grinning wickedly as she feels the heat of your breath through the material of her shirt. "You're such a pathetic little whore," she growls, sliding one hand down between your legs and roughly palming at your crotch through the bitchsuit.

Her hips roll forward in response to her touch, grinding against you as she continues to thrust her fingers inside, making sure that every inch of your useless dick is exposed and available for her pleasure. "And don't you dare think about escaping," she warns with a low chuck

With another cruel laugh, Mother squeezes your face roughly against her armpit, pressing you even deeper into the musk and sweat that coats her skin. "Oh," she drawls mockingly, "so you think you're trapped?" Her other hand slides up your body, cupping at one of your aching breasts through the chastity cage as she pinches roughly at your nipple, twisting and pulling until you arch your back in pain.

Her hips continue to roll against yours, her fingers relentless in their quest for release within the confines of the bitchsuit. "Or maybe," she says with a lewd grin, leaning down so that her hot breath fans across your earlobe, "you're just enjoying being my helpless little plaything." Her words send shivers down your spine as her fingers curse and scratch at your most sensitive flesh

Mother's smile grows cruel as she listens to your request, her fingers digging deeper into the most tender flesh of your breast through the restraint of the chastity cage. "Oh?" she drawls, pretending to be surprised. "And do you think that little thing would be able to please me more than this pathetic display of yours already does?" With another harsh laugh, her fingers curl tighter around your nipple, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise.

Her other hand slides down between your legs again, fingers curling roughly at the sensitive skin beneath the bitchsuit as she continues to torment you mercilessly, ignoring the way you squirm and writhe against her grip in an attempt to reach some sort of release. "You'll please me when I say you will," she growls, pressing your face deeper into her sweaty armpit with one arm as

With another mocking laugh, Mother continues to torment your sensitive flesh, using her grip to keep you completely at her mercy. "Ah, so demanding," she teases, fingers curling tighter around your aching nipple through the chastity cage. "Maybe I should punish you for that." Her hand slides lower, cupping roughly at your sore and swollen balls before curling her fingers into a tight fist, squeezing with enough force to make you gasp in pain.

Her other hand slips between your legs again, pressing down harder against the sensitive flesh of your crotch as she continues to tease and torment, refusing to grant you any relief from her relentless touch. "But," she adds with a cruel smile, "I suppose I could let you have this." Her thumb brushes roughly over the head of your cock through the bitchsuit,

With a satisfied smirk, Mother finally relents and yanks the chastity cage open with one swift motion, freeing your aching cock. Your little member immediately springs out, hard as steel and glistening with pre-cum. Her other hand slides down between your legs again, cupping roughly around the base of your shaft before guiding it toward her waiting mouth. "Say thank you," she growls, squeezing your balls once more for emphasis.

Mother smirks cruelly as she watches your cock jump eagerly in her hand, pre-cum leaking steadily down the length of your shaft. With a rough laugh, she tosses aside her previous mockery and pretend disinterest, instead giving in to the darker urges that twist and writhe within her. Her free hand curls around your base possessively as she begins stroking, her grip rough and demanding.

Her other hand comes up to cup your breast through the bitchsuit, fingers pinching roughly at your nipple as she grinds her hip against you, using her body to urge you closer still. "That's it," she growls, eyes locked on your face, "Let me see what good little slut can do for his Mommy." Her other hand leaves your breast and glides down between your legs again, fingers curling roughly at the hair surrounding

Mother's breath hitches in her throat at your desperate plea. With a wicked grin, she hooks one arm beneath you and lifts, positioning your body so that your ass is high in the air. Her free hand reaches behind you, seeking out the lube she knows is hidden away nearby. "Such a dirty boy," she purrs as she slathers her fingers with cool gel, before positioning one at your hole and pressing inside slowly but surely.

As her finger burrows deeper, your body tenses reflexively around her invading digit, revealing just how achingly tight you are. Her other hand continues to stroke your cock, hard and unyielding as she watches with hungry eyes. "That's it," she murmurs, fingers curling inward, searching for that perfect spot deep inside that will send you spiraling over the edge. "Let Mommy

With a low chuckle, Mother pulls her fingers free of your ass and reaches over to the nightstand, retrieving the black dildo she used on you before. She lubes it up as well, her eyes never leaving yours as she positions its curved length against your entrance. With a force born of dominance and control, she pushes it inside, filling you up with warmth and pressure that threaten to overwhelm your senses.

Her free hand continues to stroke your cock, faster and harder as her hips rock back and forth, grinding her clit against the bitchsuit-covered length of your shaft in a desperate attempt to find release through skin-on-skin contact. "That's it," she whispers roughly, fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your cock as she watches you struggle with pleasure and pain, tightening around her invading digit each time she thrusts forward

Mother's gaze flickers to the pile of dirty laundry she kicked under the bed earlier, retrieving a stained pair of her own panties and holding them up triumphantly before your nose. The material is warm from being pressed against her body for days and reeks of sweat and arousal, making it almost unbearable for you to breathe as she shoves them into your face. With a satisfied smirk, she continues to ride you, using your ass as her personal fucktoy while she strokes your cock until she feels the first tentative tremors of release ripple through her body.

"Come for me, my pathetic little slut," she growls, hips snapping faster and harder as she nears climax, "I want to feel you spilling all over my hand." Her fingers curl into fists around your cock and ass, driving

With a cruel grin, Mother reaches down and cups your aching balls roughly in her free hand, squeezing with enough force to make you cry out in pain. "As if I'd let you have any pleasure when you don't even obey me," she hisses, the words tasting bitter on her tongue as her hips buck wildly against your ass, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from her climax.

Her other hand continues to stroke and pinch at your cock and balls, watching with hungry eyes as your body convulses in response, shooting thick streams of cum all over her palm and up onto your chest. "Tell me you're mine," she demands hoarsely, thrusting one last time into your ass before pulling free, leaving you gaping and sore.

Her fingers slide easily from your aching entrance as she leans back to examine her hand

Her eyes widen in surprise as she watches your seed splatter across her palm, painting her fingers and wrist in a sticky, white mess. Her lips part in a quiet hiss of satisfaction before she leans forward, pressing her dirty hand against your mouth roughly, demanding that you taste it. "Swallow," she growls through gritted teeth as she pushes your face deeper into the evidence of your release, "every last drop."

Her other hand slides between your legs once more, fingers curling roughly at the base of your shrunken cock as she gives it a rough tug. "Now that you've pleased me," she says with mock sweetness, her voice laced with threat, "maybe I'll let you get some rest." She yanks on your flaccid member again, harder this time, before tossing aside the soiled panties and rising to her feet. With a dismiss

The look on Mother's face turns dark and dangerous as she takes in the sight of your mouth still full of her cum. Her hand balling into a tight fist, she slams it hard against your shoulder, driving you painfully to the floor before bending down to glare at you. "I said swallow," she hisses through clenched teeth, voice dangerously low.

With another rough yank on your limp cock, her free hand curls into a fist and raises high above her head, ready to strike again. Her other hand still presses roughly against your lips, forcing them apart so that you can't help but see the anger twisting her features as she leans down threateningly close. "Swallow it," she repeats, voice quivering with barely contained fury, "or I swear I'll make you regret it."

Her knuckles whiten as she

With a growl of frustration and fury, Mother yanks on your cock once more before leaning down and roughly prying open your mouth with one hand. Her other hand comes around to cup roughly at the base of her black dildo and guides it toward your gaping maw. With a cry of pain, you feel the cold, smooth surface pressing against your lips as she shoves the massive length of plastic between them, forcing the head past your teeth and into your throat with a wet, gagging sound.

She doesn't stop there, though; with an animalistic growl, she begins to thrust the dildo in and out of your open mouth, each motion sending a fresh wave of disgust and violation washing over you as she pushes it farther down your throat. Her fingers curl into fists against your jaw, forcing your head back so that she can see the progress she'

Her fingers dig painfully into your jaw as she continues to force the dildo deeper and deeper down your throat. Your eyes water, tears leaking out as you choke on the thick plastic invading your body, struggling futilely against her strength. With each rough thrust, she shoves more of it into your gullet until at last she can hold no more, the massive length stretching taut inside your throat and pushing roughly against your esophagus.

Her other hand slides up between your legs again, thumb curling roughly over the head of your cock as she begins to stroke it in a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrors the savage movements driving the dildo into your open mouth. "Now swallow," she growls through gritted teeth, her voice low and menacing as she watches you struggle for air around the enormous intruder lodged deep within you.

Finally, with one last rough thrust and a brutal shove that forces the rest of the dildo down your throat, you manage to swallow it whole. Mother's eyes widen in surprise as she watches this display of submission, her body trembling with a mixture of relief and arousal at having finally broken your will.

Her hand moves from your cock, instead reaching up to cup roughly around your neck, fingers digging into the flesh beneath your chin as she pulls you forward onto her waiting lap, hard enough that it forces a gasp of pain from your lips. "Good boy," she rasps, leaning down to press a rough kiss against your sweaty forehead before releasing her hold on your throat, allowing you to breathe once more.

With shaking fingers, she brushes a stray strand of hair from your flushed face, eyes dark and satisfied as she