Sophie's Submission

Kalani and the Uncle

In a private suite at the Academy’s luxury wing, Kalani was led to her new owner.

The man in the wheelchair was old, scarred, and radiated cold cruelty. Jack’s uncle — a bitter war veteran named Harlan Voss — looked her over with disdain.

“Strip me,” he ordered.

Kalani, heavily conditioned despite her lingering resistance, obeyed without hesitation. She carefully unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a torso covered in ugly, twisted scars.

“These,” he said coldly, grabbing her hair and forcing her face closer, “were caused by people like your traitor mother. Rebels. Filth.”

Kalani kept her face blank, only obeying. Don’t react. Just obey.

He laughed at her compliance. “Good. Now the rest.”

She undressed him further until she reached his lower half. The heavy, stained adult diaper became visible. The smell hit her as she began peeling it away — a thick wave of old urine and worse. Kalani fought the urge to gag.

“Lay out the continence pad on the bed,” he commanded.

She did, then helped him onto it. Once he was settled, he made her don a ring gag. Then came the worst order.

“Clean me. With your tongue. Every inch — especially the crotch and the scars.”

Kalani’s mind screamed, but her body obeyed. She lowered her face to his crotch and began licking — the bitter, acrid taste filling her mouth as she cleaned the urine-stained skin and ran her tongue along the scarred tissue. He watched her with cruel satisfaction, occasionally pressing her face harder into him.

Afterward, he ordered her to give him a handjob. Due to his nerve damage, it lasted hours. Her wrist burned with exhaustion, but he never came. When he finally fell asleep, Kalani was left kneeling at the foot of his hotel bed — sore, humiliated, her own pussy still locked and denied.

She had a new owner. And he intended to use her as a weapon.

Sophie and Jack

In a separate private room, Sophie was brought to Jack.

He watched her with intense, barely contained hunger as the attendants opened her transparent denial belt. The ribbon lacing was gently removed, revealing her freshly pierced and tightened pussy.

“Strap her down,” Jack ordered.

They secured her on a padded bench, legs spread. A branding iron was heated. Jack had chosen a simple, elegant mark — his family crest — just above her vagina.

The pain when the brand seared her skin was indescribable. Sophie tried not to scream, but a raw, broken cry escaped her anyway. Tears streamed down her face as the flesh cooled.

Jack leaned in, gently unlacing the last of the ribbon. He spread her folds and began eating her pussy with slow, deliberate hunger — tongue exploring her pierced clit and the new tightness.

Sophie’s mind shattered with overwhelming sensation. “Please, Master… may this slave cum?”

The hypnotic command from her training activated perfectly. Jack, surprised and pleased by how responsive she already was, gave the order:

“Cum for your Master.”

Sophie’s orgasm was violent and instantaneous. Her body convulsed hard against the restraints, back arching as she squirted powerfully across his jacket and the bench. The pleasure was so intense she passed out from the intensity.

When she woke, still trembling, she saw the mess on his expensive jacket and panicked.

“I’m so sorry, Master… this worthless slave ruined your jacket… please punish me…”

Jack chuckled, genuinely amused. He wiped a bit of her juices from his sleeve and tasted it.

“Better than my ex ever was,” he said softly. “I think I’m going to enjoy you very much, Sophie.”

He stood, still smiling. “Prepare her for transport,” he told one of his retainers. “I’ll see you soon at home, little slave.”