Eggplant update

“What, like a quickie? Geez, Cass, can’t it wait?”

“They can’t suspect… you’re anything… but my concubine… you will serve me… during the battle.”

“While you watch bloodsports? Don’t you think it’ll kill the mood some?”

Cass smiled with a bald-faced openness that put the lie to her sinister outfit. “Bring drinks… make food… tend to my every need… just like… a good girlfriend should.”

Steph made a face. “Okay, if that’ll sell them on you being the feudal lord, I’ll change out of this lingerie…”

“You will not… you’ll wear that… as you serve me… and my colleagues.”

Steph’s eyes bulged like overripe fruit. “Cass, you’re kidding me. Aren’t you kidding me? You really expect me to swan around you and your new crew, dressed like this?”

“It is… the place… of a servant…”

“It’s me looking like I’m getting photographed for Playboy!”

“It will convince them… you are not willful Western woman… but a submissive flower… rightly devoted… to my imperial majesty.”

Cass had a look in her eye that Steph had only seen glimmers of before, a look that told her Cass was really getting off on the thought. Steph supposed it made sense. Cass had been powerless for so long, and then the only power she’d had was her ability to harm people. Having someone willingly fulfill her fantasies, simply because she trusted her, must’ve been one heady rush.

What didn’t make sense to Steph was that she wasn’t more shocked by Cass’s request. It was like ever since she’d started taking Cass’s cock, she’d become a different person. One who was admittedly having a whole lot more fun than the old Steph had. Why not give Cass what she wanted, Steph wondered? Parading around in front of her fan club naked might have the same crazy, nauseous thrill that all her other acts of submission had had—like riding on a roller coaster.

“And what do I do if some of your OnlyFans lose control at the sight of my creamy naked body and try to ravish me?” Steph teased.

Cass smiled and patted her hand. “Then I… will kill them…”

“Oh.”

“That won’t happen,” Cass assured her. “I’m too intimidating… for them to test my patience.” She bared her teeth in a playful growl. “Grrr…”

Steph smiled despite herself.

***

Steph was directed to the kitchen, where she was given a tray loaded with what looked to her cooking show obsessed ass like Hunan cuisine—various stews and kebabs, with doughy flour tortillas to spoon the desired food onto. Steph took the tray and brought it to Cass’s chamber, prancing about as mischievous as an imp, deliberately putting her feet down hard so her breasts would bob.

Cass’s chamber overlooking the arena cum exercise area reminded Steph of a Mayan pyramid. Cass’s throne was at the top, on a flat platform with a staircase leading to it, and the platform descended down in concentric squares, each about knee-high. Cass’s entourage, including Chan-go the head ninja, sat on these lower steps.

“Here we go, everyone. Dinner is served!” Steph sang out merrily.

Cass acted as if Steph strutting around in as little as possible was nothing out of the ordinary. “You look very nice, Stephanie. Don’t you all think she looks nice?”

They muttered in agreement, but Steph fixed Chan-go for a stare, flashing her smile at him. “Thanks. Usually, I’d go naked—keep Mistress here from having to bother with undressing me—but she lets me dress up nice when I’m meeting new people. It’s important to make a good first impression.”

Cass gave her a curious look—perhaps pondering if she could get Steph to become a home nudist for real—as Steph ignored her, turning her ass to Chan-go to set the tray down. Then she turned around and leaned way over, her breasts hanging in his face, as she poured him a drink from a carafe.

“Don’t worry about nursing that. Cassandra said I’m your servant tonight as well, so when you finish your glass, I’ll be there with more.”

Chan-go murmured softly in his native tongue, clearly tempted to reach out and grope one of her majestic breasts. As Steph walked away, he sat on his hands instead.

Steph poured Cass her own drink and then laid down at Cass’s feet, asking innocently “What’s the score?”

After Steph’s little display, Cass couldn’t even remember who was fighting. She didn’t mean to stare and give away how new this experience was for her, but she didn’t know how much she could help it. It seemed entirely worth risking their cover for the pleasure of any tiny little peek she could get of Steph.

“Neither of them has scored a distinct advantage,” Chan-Go said, leaning way over to look up and back at Cass.

It was true, Cass judged, forcing her eyes off of Steph. This wasn’t a sport. Lo-si and Quan-ko were battling to the death. As such, they judged their moves carefully, testing and probing at each other’s defenses, scrutinizing each other’s stance for any sign of weakness. It could be hours yet before they went from positioning their bodies to committing to an attack.

Steph glanced at Cass with a mischievous grin. “Mistress, I think Chan-Go is trying to look at my cunt.”

Cass grunted. “Then you should show it to him before he gets a neck ache.”

“If you say so,” Steph said sweetly. “I’m just your little sex slave.”

She slid forward to the edge of the platform and spread her legs wide. Her pubic hair was luxuriant, an upside-down triangle with neatly trimmed edges and shaved down denseness. She smoothed the hair away from her slit. “There it is. See, here’s my clit and down here is where it goes in. My lips get pretty thick when I’m turned on, so they’re about all you can see. Except for my clit, of course.” She rubbed her clit with one fingertip, then put a thumb on each side of her bud to draw down its hood. Her lips pinched together and trembled. “Fuck, feels so good to have it out. It’s so big, even the air can get to it.”

“It certainly is,” Cass said, eyeing Chan-go, who was clearly awed. “Sensitive, too. Show us how you play with it, Steph.”

Her kinky outfit made Steph feel bold and uninhibited. She actually liked the idea of playing with her clit in front of all these people, but she worried that Cass wanted her to demur, not really go through with it, so she faked a pout. “But you know what happens when I play with it, mistress. It always feels so good—I can’t stop until I come.”

“Go ahead, then. Come,” Cass told her.

Tingles of anticipation raced through Steph’s body. Her nerves felt a heavenly kind of tension, while her heart pounded like a drum. “Okay,” she said softly, “but only because I’m thinking of you, mistress.”

Perched on the edge of the platform, Steph put her feet on the lower step, anchoring her heels against it while opening her knees. She put both her hands between her shapely thighs, running her fingers through her neatly trimmed curls. “Promise me I’m getting you all turned on, mistress?” she murmured. “Promise me I’m getting you nice and hot for later?”

Damn, I’m getting good at this S&M crap, Steph thought. She could practically hear Cass salivating, although Cass had to keep up her act of being Lady Fu Manchu, and not the type to just throw herself on Steph because she needed her that much.

“Show me your pretty pussy,” Cass growled, clearly aware of the situation’s restrictions herself, and not happy that she had to act like everything Steph was doing was the act of a handmaiden trained to please her lady.

Steph spread the lips of her pussy. This time, her thumbs stroked over her clit as she held herself open. “It gets a lot bigger when I play with it. And the bigger it gets, the more sensitive it is. Until I can barely stand to touch it. But I like it like that. I can’t even resist playing with it unless Mistress tells me I can’t.”

Chan-go muttered a curse.

“It isn’t all fun and games,” Steph continued, her voice running into Jennifer Tilly land. “When I wear panties, they rub me all the time. If I go for a walk, I’m on the edge of an orgasm before I go two blocks. But if I don’t wear panties, then when I get turned on, you can see my juices run down the inside of my thighs. And I get turned on a lot, even without my clit being rubbed. My Mistress is so sexy and I love being used by her. Whenever I think I’m going to get to serve her, I can barely wait. I get all hot and wet. I can only manage to keep from getting herself off because I know how much she loves to feel inside of me while I’m coming—she says my cunt gets tighter and tighter and tighter—that it’s a wonder there’s any room for a man’s cum when he gets off.”

“It sounds like you’re a good match for Lady Cassandra’s… urges,” Chan-go said politely.

“Yeah, she takes good care of me. Doesn’t let me touch myself all the time, like I might otherwise,” Steph giggled. “I’m kind of a nymphomaniac, but she’s trained me to only be a nympho for her, so I’m not a slut, I’m just her faithful companion.” All ten of her fingers rolled over her stimulated flesh. Steph wore a dreamy look on her face. “It helps that—ummm—as good as this feels—it’s nowhere near as good as what she does to me.” Her middle finger trickled inside herself and Steph let out a moan. “I nearly lose my mind when Mistress plays with me. I’m even a little addicted to it. It’s like some vicious cycle—she rewards me when I come for her, and when she rewards me, I come for her.”

Chan-go moved his lips in the shape of another curse, but no sound came out.

“Watch closely now,” Steph whispered. “You won’t get to see this again—usually Mistress is the only one who gets to.”

“I’m watching,” Chan-go burst out.

Her mind adrift in a sea of sensation, Steph’s breath grew shallow. Her clit tingled deliciously. She swung her head from Chan-go to Cass, watching her ‘mistress’s’ nostrils flare explosively as her fingers moved along her engorged labia.

Steph hesitated briefly over the soaked opening to her sex, then she plunged two fingers inside of herself. With her other hand, she captured her clit between two fingers and gently massaged it, merging that delicate sensation with the feeling of being fucked that she was getting from the fingers of her other hand.

“Do you love my juicy pussy, Mistress?” Steph asked, licking her lips lewdly. “Even all the way from over there? I’m going to try to do what you do, Mistress. I’m going to try and make it feel so fucking good…”

Cass’s eyes darted from her wanton ‘servant’ to the incredulous Chan-go. She felt his skepticism, as well as that of the others. If Cass weren’t seeing it for herself, she didn’t know if she would believe it either. She’d known Steph what felt like all her life, all her real life, and she’d never suspected that Steph would be capable of anything so provocative.

“I’m almost there,” Steph whimpered. “I’m ready to come!”

Her orgasm started with a rush, taking her breath away with the sheer shock of it. Then she was swamped with hedonistic enjoyment. Steph threw her head back, eyes tightly shut, flicking her clit while fingering herself hard. It took long moments for her climax to end, even longer for her to settle down enough to think calmly. She took her hands away from her sex and looked at Cass.

“Oh, look at your poor cock,” she said softly. “It’s so hard it looks like it’s ready to burst. Do you want to use my mouth, Mistress? You know you can fuck my mouth if that will make your cock feel better.”

Cass nearly fell out of her chair. She’d never known Steph to be so sensual, so vampish, except when they were in the middle of sex and Steph was approaching rapture. “Come here,” Cass ordered, still not sure that she wasn’t dreaming.

Steph stood, stretching her body out like a well-rested cat. “Mmm, I feel really good after that,” she said softly. “Time to make you feel good, Mistress.”

Steph knelt before Cass, with her ass to Chan-go, and swallowed Cass’s prick as soon as she’d pulled Cass’s Nehru jacket up out of the way. Cass was tremendously excited, but as of late, Steph had gotten a lot of practice in against her gag reflex. The trick was not to care if she choked.

She bobbed her head gradually, sucking gently, giving Cass plenty of opportunity to fully enjoy a slow, skillful blowjob, but Cass was too wild for that and Steph guessed she was too. Once Steph had gone all the way down the length of her erection, Cass jerked a few times, grunted loudly, and gave up her load without any further ado.

Steph lifted her head, smacking her lips as if she’d just had a hearty meal, and gave Cass a passionate kiss punctuated by a darting tongue. She wondered if Cass liked the taste of her seed as much as she did.

“You’re not done,” Cass muttered, her flagging erection starting to grow once more. It’d barely even slumped despite how much it’d ejaculated.

“I know I’m not,” Steph whispered back to her. “Let’s show these chumps why you’re in charge.”

She turned away from Cass, giving Chan-go a grin, then sat down on Cass’s prick. It took Cass by surprise—she’d been surprised by Steph since she’d first walked in—and she let out a gasp as Steph’s ass hit her thighs.

“Hope I’m not blocking your view of the fight while I ride your big cock,” Steph said, looking at Cass over her shoulder, her eyes filled with wanton need.

“I like watching you be a slut,” Cass blurted out.

Steph put her hands on Cass’s knees to control herself as she bumped her ass up and down, swung her tits back and forth, licking her lips to remind all those watching what she’d just done to Cass as well—as if they could forget. Then she leaned back against Cass’s chest, pulling the other woman’s arms around her, the other woman’s hands to her breasts, still grinding herself down on Cass’s prick to let it plunder every inch of space inside her.

Steph sat up, swaying her body forward and back. She played with her clit with her right hand while putting her the middle finger of her other hand right below her sternum. “Her cock is so long, this is where that big knob ends up. This is where the tip is.”

“Oh fuck,” Chan-go muttered.

Steph giggled. She put her feet on Cass’s chair and her hands on her knees and then her whole body was sliding up and down, taking Cass’s member from its tip down to its base. Chan-go watched raptly, unable to look away from the spectacle taking place between Steph’s legs. The blonde pumped up and down faster, now twisting her ass as she plummeted, whispering “Oh, it’s happening again… just about there… just about…”

She lunged down and jumped up faster, almost losing her balance, until she could do no more than grind her ass into Cass’s laps, staring off into space as her peak rushed to meet her. Her hips slowed and her eyes cleared. She put her hands on her knees, panting, undulating her stomach like a belly dancer with Cass deep inside her.

“She’s ready to come,” Steph said, her voice heavy with rapture. “I can feel her cock getting bigger… and bigger…” Steph’s belly sucked inward, until the outline of Cass’s erection could be seen through her taut flesh. The blonde smiled like an angel. “She’s going to come in me.”

Cass grabbed Steph’s lush hips and lifted herself off the throne to drive herself into Steph’s depths. They reached their final pinnacle together, Steph’s lips quivering as she felt jolt after jolt of cum inside her.

“I don’t believe it,” Chan-go said in a hushed voice.

Steph got off of Cass’s lap. She turned around and leaned over and licked clean her mistress’s sticky length. Then she turned around to show Chan-go a pearly white smile. “Need a refill?”

Chan-go could only nod, as his glass was empty.

Steph strutted out of the room, deliberately exaggerating the sway of her ass, flaunting the cum that rolled down the inside of her thighs.