"Oh!! This feeling is so weird!" Sparky howled as his crimson member was pressed under the weight of that perfect foot.
"You like this, you sickening creature?" Lyssandra spat out, the wicked pleasure in her voice
She applied more pressure, toes digging into the fleshy meat.
"N-no! I—no! I love this, Master! Please step harder!" Sparky howled, his breaths becoming faster and faster, his hips bucked involuntarily beneath her foot.
"You really went ahead and did whatever you wanted, didn't you? How does it feel to be stepped on like this, hmm?" Lyssandra grinned, applying more pressure with her bare heel then slid it down the base of the cock before shifting her weight forward. The lightning wolf's eyes rolled back when new conflicting sensations shot through his body.
"M-master, I couldn't h-he help it! Please!" His voice cracked between pleasure and need.
His hips bucked wildly, pre-cum gushed from the tip. A thick line of white cum slowly oozed out, smearing across the toes pressing.
"What? Squirting already?" Lyssandra's eyes full of annoyance.
"I-im sorry, Master!" Sparky jumped up, only to be pushed down again by her foot, wiping away the white mess onto his fur.
"Please punish me, Master! I was a bad doggy!" The pathetic whining sound of the wolf erupted.
"How embarrassing for you to beg like this." Naya commented from the side.
"Trying so hard to get humiliated, heh? How will you look in the eyes of your kin now?" Luna added, twisting the knife even deeper.
This kind of feeling was strange, being stepped on and belittled in front of everyone yet Sparky couldn't stop it. Or rather… he didn't want to stop it.
Inside his mind, something was budding, and judging by the twisted pleasure blooming through him, it wasn't a good thing. His ears folded back, shame-red painted his black and yellow face. But beneath it…
Nod.
"Yes! P-please punish me any way you l-like, Master! I w-want it!" The twisted confession spilled from his lips.
"First, clean your mess." Lyssandra pointed her cum slicking toes toward his mouth.
Sparky licked, a sudden movement to bring red tongue toward her foot and lap hungrily at every drop like her foot was sustenance itself, rather than demeaning self-humiliation.
"Ahh~… but this feels like reward for you instead." She withdrew her foot, trailing it from his chin, down to neck, then across his furry chest before finally wrapping her slick toes around the throbbing cockhead.
"It is twitching like crazy. You're really loving this, aren't you?" She smiled, a knowing smirk twisting her full lips. "Looks like this slutty wolf needs a tougher punishment, doesn't it? Now stick that fluffy tail right here."
Sparky's ears shot backward in understanding before using hind legs to push his body closer to Lyssandra.
"Keep shaking it like that but you better not cum before I allow it." Lyssandra commanded, voice dripping with sadistic glee.
One minute passed as Sparky's hips shook faster and more frantically, muscles taut with the strain of holding back the inevitable.
"M-Master, c-can I c-cum n-now?!" The wolf's eyes rolled back, his voice breaking into desperate whines.
"Not yet. Faster!" Lyssandra commanded, voice like velvet wrapped over steel.
"Looks like you've gotten dirty, you should feel ashamed." Morgana's six red eyes cast downward at this pathetic display, yet her crotch throbbed so intensely that even through the gossamer fabric of her web-spun dress, anyone looking would spot the moistening at her thighs.
Those watching felt the same stirring arousal. They wished to be in his place, feeling their mistress's foot pressing against them, stepping on their shafts instead.
"Th-that's right, why cant you pick something n-normal?" Luna grumbled. 'I should have been h-humiliated like that, not some stupid dog.'
Two more minutes passed. "Can I C c-c-come n-n-now, Master?!"
Sparky's entire body went rigid, his hips now a complete blur of movement, he was losing control whether he wanted to or not.
"No! Hold it back!"
Sparky's entire body locked up.
Then… Lyssandra pressed her big toe and the index toe harder, trapping the wolf's swollen pole between them. The sudden intense stimulation was too much. Too overwhelming.
Sparky's cock twitched violently, his entire body jerked upward and an explosive jet of white cum shot forward, splattering messy across his muzzle before pooling in a slick pool on his stomach.
"Oh no! Even though I told you not to, why did you squirt like that?!" Lyssandra hid a truly sadistic smile behind the back of her hand while she carefully lifted her fishnet-clad feet from the mess beneath.
"Sparky?"
No response came.
The wolf remained immersed, lost in post-orgasmic bliss, his penis still spurring pathetically, a small amounts of white semen dribbling down the shaft.
"I guess we will continue your punishment… another time then." Lyssandra left with a smirk, heels clicking across the floor as her group trailed behind.
She left Sparky still shuddering, collapsed in his mess. Cum-coated fur twitched while post-orgasmic waves rolled through and through. The sounds of his recovery filled the empty space where she'd stood, only the faint scent of arousal and shame hanging in the air.
And deep within Sparky and other women racing hearts, that wrong little seed of submission took a deeper root. Inside the palace of the Kingdom of Indyrge
Knock knock knock!
"Princess Rosalinda, it's me, can I come in?" Ysabel stood before the door, her hand poised to knock again. She shifted her weight, steel gauntlets clicking against leather.
"It's been two days that you didn't come out of your room… Are you feeling unwell?" Her tone shifted from formal to concerned.
After a short moment, the clacking sound of a lock turning, and the door opened only a tiny crack. Peaking out was Rosalinda's weary, red-rimmed eye.
"I'm fine. You can leave." Her voice sounded thin, exhausted.
"Bu—but, your highness—"
The door closed again.
"I said fine! Now go away!" A louder, muffled yell erupted from inside the chamber.
Ysabel flinched, her brow furrowed beneath her helmet. "Please take care of your body, your highness…"
She staggered away, guilt clawing at her chest even when duty commanded her to intervene… but orders were orders.
Inside the chamber, darkness claimed everything like a suffocating blanket. Chairs were knocked over, legs pointing upward in chaos.
Silk sheets, once pristine and elegant, lay twisted and tangled around the bed's canopy like the bedsheets of a maddened sleeping beauty, abandoned halfway down, dragged by restless dreams or waking nightmares.
Velvet and lace pillows were tossed everywhere, some crumpled on the floor, others left gaping mouthed against the wall.
Dresses spilled from an open wardrobe in a magnificent cascade of chaos, gold silk tangled with cream velvet, and deep crimson fabrics cascading onto the floor in disregard of their worth.
Nearby, a tall mirror leaned against the wall, its polished surface smudged with palm prints, the silver frame catching lamplight with harsh, unflattering glare.
And in the corner…
A crystal vase, once overflowing with fragrant roses stood empty, save for withered petals the color of bruised flesh. They had been knocked over, roots exposed and forgotten like hope itself had died there.
CRACK.
Another sound more muffled this time. Sound of a fist meeting silk and the sobbing built into desperate wails.
Hiccup.
"What did she d-d-do to my body…" Rosalinda's words dissolved into wrenching sobs as she hugged her knees, lying on the messy bed.
"And now it won't go down! sniff… I can't meet anyone else!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into the bedding beneath. She reached up to wipe them with the back of her hand, only to notice how swollen her eyes had become from crying. The red-haired girl forced herself to look down at her lap.
There, jutting out obscenely even when soft, stood her purple cock.