A Leashed Tiger Ch. 05

"Watch," Sarah tells me. "Watch as he undykes her, like he's undyked you."

I'm remotely aware of Emily and Juliet quietly whispering and rubbing themselves at the spectacle, as Sandra's pace quickens rapidly. Kevin's head is thrown back as he enjoys her oral ministrations, no doubt revelling at his triumph. She wouldn't have given him the light of day, under normal circumstances. Now, her purpose in life is to turn her throat into an extension of his cock.

"You wanna know something, Sandra?" Kevin says, panting from exertion. "All of this... enslaving you... was Serena's idea."

"Mmmpphh??" Sandra moans, a wordless and surprised question around his cock.

My eyes widen in shock at that.

"No!" I shout, even though it was my subconscious that supplied the idea, but not the way he's implying, and I don't want her to hate me, and I want to deny this, because if I admit this out loud it's going to destroy me. "No, Sandra, I--"

My words morph into a wordless mumble as Sarah's free hand clamps down hard against my mouth and nose. I whimper, rolling my eyes to try and catch a glimpse of her face, as she brutally handgags me.

"Oh, shut up, Froggy," she says, resting her chin on the top of my head. "Nobody in this room likes you, anyway. You're just a set of holes."

Her words hit at me like the lashing of a whip, as does the realisation that nothing I could possibly say has any value. I've programmed her to always prioritise the opinions of a man. I've programmed her to think of Kevin as a god.

"Not to worry..." he continues, his breathing increasingly laboured. "I'm a generous overlord. You're going to, uh, gnnnhh... rank above Serena in the harem. Ask Sarah, she'll instruct you on how to put her in her place... ahhh..."

Just verbalising my own demotion to the friend I've betrayed is enough to push Kevin close to the edge. As for me, it leaves me in stunned, horrified silence. How could I not see this coming? Of course he has me betray my own friend, then turn her against me.

He's just enlisted Sandra as yet another enforcer of his dominion. Fuelled by resentment and by her programming, she will make sure I fall in line. The girls in the harem are starting to feel like extensions of Kevin, the fingers to his hand, clamping down around my throat, closing down every avenue of escape, one by one, until I'm held down so tightly that there is no hope of escape...

And leaving me aroused and neglected all through the process.

The entire room smells of sex, and it's starting to prove too much for me. Emily and Juliet rubbing and whispering, Sarah holding my hair, her booted foot coming to rest upon my back in ownership, my friend Sandra submitting to Kevin, embracing every woman's true destiny as a man's cockwarmer, my desperate sexual hunger, my need to be touched, I...

I moan in unison with Sarah, Emily, and Juliet, as Kevin grunts in release. His hands clasp down on Sandra's head, pinning her down, impaling her until her nose is pressed against his crotch, as he deposits load after load of his cum straight down her gullet.

Marking his territory. Painting her throat with his seed. Demonstrating his sexual mastery and ownership of her conquered, subjugated female body.

When at last he lets her up, Sandra draws in a big gulp of air, coughind and clawing at the collar of her shirt. Then, she turns to me. She looks like a freshly-fucked, cum-drunk slavegirl, eyes partially unfocused, lips smeared with cum, face red from her ordeal.

But I also see the light of resentment in those eyes. The part of her that's programmed to futilely oppose Kevin is being focused on me as the girl who sold her out. I know in this moment that we are no longer friends, and I don't know what's more devastating--my heartbreak, or the knowledge that she's going to take it out by domming the shit out of me.

As if in a silent mutual understanding with her, Sarah tosses me towards Sandra. Just like that, my hair pass from one girl's fist into another, like a set of reins being passed between handlers... a thought that fires me up so much I have to stop myself from humping the air.

Sandra and I share an intimate look, our faces close enough that I can smell Kevin's cum on her lips. I know that she's going to make sure I get the same treatment she has, that I become just like her: a throaty extension to our master's cock.

She says three words to me, all of them oozing revenge.

"Clean it, slut."

I hate that I've become accustomed to the way Kevin's cock tastes, and I hate the way my lips close around his half-hard shaft with a sultry seal. I hate how meek and gentle the lappings of my tongue are as I do just that, polish his cock and submissively swallow up all the residual cum that I can find.

Four different girls have now, at some point or another, held my head to regulate my pace as I provide oral worship to the current winner of this struggle. Each of them stands atop me. Every new attempt I make at breaking free seems to land me deeper and deeper down the pit of subjugation.

It's hard to escape the humiliating feeling that maybe Kevin is always one step ahead of me. That maybe he deserves to win, and just like Sandra, I will one day come to accept that this is just where I belong.

I resist these intrusive thoughts with all my might, chasing them back into my shattered subconscious. But of course, my human spirit doesn't feel that indomitable: not once do I stop carefully cleaning every inch of Kevin's cock.

As I look up from my duties for the first time, I find his eyes staring at me. Cold, distant, angry. The eyes of a merciless rival who's not going to stop trying to break me.

"Buckle up, Froggy," he says, as I once more lower my head to service his cock.

"Part two of your punishment is yet to come."

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