Escaping Fals

Dr. Siskander walked with some confidence next to Ms. Hart. He did trust in her abilities as a twister of flesh, after all, and no one had yet taken note that one of Earth's most powerful sorcerers was working together with one of its most powerful novas to try to mount a rescue here in Arcadia. By all appearances, everyone dismissed him as some local fae, just like they did to Priscilla.

Of course, as the pair approached the target location - the isolated harem which was the place one Mr. Cooper was currently being held - they encountered some obstacles. Namely, that the number of guards had increased since Ms. Hart had come by with Ms. Tsuru. Presumably, the local tyrant-queen had decided that her precious rapeslaves were endangered, and stepped things up.

Charles had been quietly monitoring the entire circumstance, of course, his ephemeral familiar capable of perceiving magic in a way Dr. Siskander never could have on his own. "There's no magical defenses of note. They are probably planning for a beast, as you appeared last time. If you don't mind?" He prompted Ms. Hart, offering his hand. She took it with a playful, flirtatious smirk that he ignored, and he whispered the words that God had spoken, when the wind first encircled the Earth. The two of them vanished from sight, gliding across the ground, her hand clinging tightly to his as they were swept towards and over the harem's walls in short order. He could feel the faint tug of Ms. Hart's hand, as she directed him to the abode of Mr. Cooper, and the two swiftly arrived.

He expected to find the poor young man curled up in a ball on the bed. Instead, he found an empty home, with a letter on the nightstand. He had to materialize to remove it from its confines. "Is this Mr. Cooper's handwriting?" He asked the suddenly visible Ms. Hart.

"I... don't know," Ms. Hart admitted. "I've never seen his handwriting in person."

I'm attempting to get free on my own; Stitch recommended the standing stone to the west as a landmark that we can meet up at. She also asked if she could come with me back to your Earth - she isn't held here like me, so she's on her own. I told her that she could. She's bringing some friends, too.

Roger

"Mmm," Dr. Siskander hummed as he replaced the letter. "It could be a trap," he said, with a grin all his own.

"You can't possibly..."

"I can," Dr. Siskander said, grasping her round the wrist, and the two flitted off to their destination once more.

* * *

Fals was wearing different clothes from what she had been, back when she was pretending to be May. They were dark, sleek - surprisingly sexual, given what women in this world usually wore. A close-fitting black bodysuit, topped with a tiara. She smiled as she entered her bedroom, where I had been waiting for her. "At last, you remember what you want the most," she said, her voice husky.

People see what they want to see, and that appeared to be as true of fairy queens as ordinary women. I just rose from where I was sitting on the bed. "Before we do anything, I have a few questions." She tsked, but she waited for the questions nonetheless. It was a small point in favor of my theory. "Are you allowed to bite my dick off?"

She let out a laugh at that. "Allowed? Why would I do something like that, Roger?" She stepped towards me, gently clasping my cheek with her gloved hand.

"Answer the question," I countered, some annoyance in my voice.

"No. That would obviously violate our bargain," she told me, some annoyance in her voice.

"And can you break our bargain unilaterally? Say, when my dick is in your mouth and you want to bite it?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "What sort of bargain can be broken only by one side? It would hardly be a bargain then." In a sense, that was like the principle of consideration in actual law.

"But we can break it off if we both agree to?" I asked.

"I am never letting you go, my prized hero and slut," she told me, her breath husky. "But yes. If we mutually agreed, then the bargain can be undone. The only reason I can think of doing that, however, is if we wished to christen a new deal - perhaps you have decided you want even more out of our relationship than simply sex?" She sounded almost hopeful, and for just a fraction of a second, I thought maybe she had sincere feelings of some type for me, filtered through some fucked up cultural norm - then I remembered that she wasn't letting me leave and those thoughts vanished.

"Nope," I instead told her, taking off my pants. "I want you to suck my cock." I watched her closely as she smiled at that, stepping towards me.

"Then lie down," she said, one hand on my chest - I took hold of her wrist and shook my head.

"No. I want you kneeling," I told her.

She let out a small laugh at that, something playful in her gaze, but she obeyed, falling to her knees in front of me, my cock twitching. She was a beautiful woman, and kneeling particularly emphasized her gorgeous breasts and her full, plump butt. I was still pissed at her, but with my current plan... well, hatesex is a thing for a reason. I grabbed a tangle of her blonde hair and just yanked her down my whole cock, stuffing her throat entirely as I ground her nose into my pubes. "Fuck, that's good," I breathed out, twisting her head in place. Her eyes widened in surprise at my roughness and control of her face, but she could hardly complain, given her position.

I was curious how much control I actually had over her, so I decided to experiment. She didn't have too much in the way of superspeed - she was probably more agile than the average woman, but not that much more agile. So I spoke at superspeed, loud enough for her to hear, but not slow enough for her to understand: "Lick my cock." Her brow furrowed in confusion, and I got the impression she wanted to ask me what I'd said, but I held her down, and she decided not to push her way up. Instead, her tongue started to lick a few seconds later, lapping at the underside of my cock.

I groaned at the sight and the feeling. There was a certain rush of power in that moment, and for just a second, I considered going absolutely crazy and actually staying here, taking advantage of our deal... but no, I didn't want to spend the rest of my life here. Even with Stitch and the other harem girls. My fingers just gripped the back of her head, my hips bucking against her face, balls slapping at her chin. Her tongue continued to slither along the underside of my length, this languid, intense movement, and I spoke up again, once more in superspeed. "Facefuck yourself on my cock," I told her at superspeed.

She started to pull back at that point, easily overcoming my grip, and then began to pound her face up and down my cock with a frenetic pace. There was a certain playful look in her eyes, and I had no idea if she felt the 'compulsion' of my commands as a gentle nudge or something as forceful as the invisible walls that had surrounded the harem. Either way, she certainly wasn't bothered just yet, as she pumped her face forcefully up and down my cock. I rose to my feet, enjoying the feeling of power of having the woman in question currently pounding herself on my dick. "Strip naked," I ordered her, this time at regular speed, not removing my hand from her head.

She obeyed that command, too, her fingers ripping open her tight-fighting clothes with hardly a hesitation, simply peeling the fabric apart as if it was made of the thinnest plastic, revealing bountiful breasts to the open air. Gauging by her nipples, she wasn't even aroused, but she kept on pumping her face on my dick anyway, her tongue slithering all over my dick as she rendered herself completely naked, revealing a gorgeous naked body that, sadly, belonged to a kidnapping, evil, bitch.

I just grinned down at her, pounding my hips against her face in time with her own facefucking, sending my cock straight down her throat at a superhuman speed. Even with her clear skill, she sputtered on occasion, saliva splattering my pelvis as I took full advantage of my half of the deal, the one that meant she had to fuck me whenever and however I wanted. My fingers twined around her hair as I kept pumping away. "You know what fantasy of mine you're going to satisfy?" I asked her, and she shrugged, her expression still playful, not realizing my intent. As if to emphasize what I was doing, her tiara clattered off her head from the force of my thrusts, rolling along the floor to one side. "Having my cock sucked for a whole twenty-four hours straight," I explained. "No moment where it's not in the woman's mouth."

Her eyebrows raised in surprise at that, and she started pulling back. I, however, had a trump card: superspeed and commands. "Don't take my cock out of your mouth until I say you can." She found she couldn't pull back all the way, her lips soon wrapped around the very tip of my cock, and I could see the look of consternation in her eyes as she realized she was stuck with my cock in her mouth. I smiled at that. "There we go," I breathed, softly running my fingers through her hair. "This is more like it, Fals. I only really enjoyed subbing for you because May seemed so harmless that I felt safe," I explained. "I'm not some kind of hard dominant or anything, but I've found I can't really enjoy subbing with a superhero or a supervillain. There's just that niggling thought in the back of my mind that at any moment, she can turn the tables on me and make the 'play' submission real." Some part of me wondered if that was how women back in my own world felt, but I quickly dismissed it to enjoy the current situation.

She actually tried talking around my dick, but with whatever rules kept her from hurting me during sex, it was pretty much completely incoherent. "Nga 'i' ih heilif," was about the best I could catch, but I got the tone anyway: annoyance, an unspoken demand that I stop. Mostly it just got me harder, though. Fuck it. I really didn't want to spend the rest of my life here, and I could outrun her if she could somehow release herself from this.

"I'm going to spend the next twenty-four hours fucking your face, Fals," I told her, relishing the look on her face. "And if you don't want me to make it forty-eight, then you'll let me go at the end of the time - and whoever else in your harem wants to leave. That's the only new deal I'm offering you. You'll have maybe ten seconds to decide, when I pull my cock out of your mouth in a day's time," I informed her, and she scowled up at me, showing off a certain amount of rage.

That just made it sexier to start pounding away at her face, though. She tried scrabbling backwards to minimize the amount of my dick in her mouth, but with my superhuman speed, it soon resulted in her tumbling onto her back on the floor, me sitting on her face, my dick still plugging up her pretty lips, her throat bulging. I decided to just sort of awkwardly crab-walk around, so that I was facing towards her lower body, her head stretched back to accommodate my dick, and I reached down for her tits, squeezing one in either hand, not giving a single fuck whether she liked it or not.

My own hips began to piston, and with our new position, it was pretty much impossible for her to work to stop me. I didn't even bother to control my pace, deciding to use my superspeed to facefuck her at an unbelievably rapid pace. She only let out the occasional sputter, her throat gagging and squeezing down on my dick as I took rough advantage of her mouth like that, my fingers squeezing at the supple flesh of her tits. "Swallow around my cock," I ordered, and she obeyed, though with my subjectively far-faster perception, it felt like a long, languid massage as I thrust in and out of her throat.

Obviously, I came from the stimulation in short order. I'm a blowjob-lover, and I was roughly taking advantage of Fals's mouth, while the woman in question was forced to just put up with it. I made sure to put my cock right up against her lips, and just sprayed superfast cum all over the inside of her mouth. She sputtered in response, as her mouth got clogged up by cum far faster than any normal man could have done it. "Savor the flavor of my cum," I told her, as I pulled out of her mouth, and she obediently did so, though she glared up at me as the taste of my cum thickened on her tongue. "Lie on the bed with your head hanging off the edge, to let me fuck your throat." Fucking her on the floor had been just a tad too uncomfortable.

One thing I wasn't sure of, even at this point, was how far my 'control' of her extended. Thus far, every command I had given was related to my genuine sexual desires, and I aimed to keep things that way, for the risk that if I didn't, it wouldn't work - and then she'd do something to flip the tables on me. She hummed from her new position, naked body positioned on the bed, a bit of my cum having escaped her mouth to lewdly stain the area around her lips. It was fairly hot, too.

There was something different about this, compared even to fucking Kate. I liked Kate; I was satisfying Kate's own kinks, when I did this sort of thing to her. I didn't like Fals, and she didn't particularly like this, either. It was a sadistic thrill that was probably immoral. That would have stopped me, if it wasn't for the fact that I had to do this to get out of here. "Open up," I said, and stuffed my cock into her mouth.

My cum was still plastered all over the insides, and some of it dribbled out of her mouth, or even spurted from her nose as it went the wrong way. My dick throbbed at the sight of that, and for a moment I was thinking of ordering her to swallow - but whatever, this wasn't supposed to be fun for her. "I'm going to fuck your face for the next twenty-four hours," I told her, as I pumped my hips against her features. "When I fall asleep, you're going to keep on sucking my dick, because that's fucking hot. When I'm flaccid, you'll keep on sucking my cock. I want to see that prissy, haughty face of yours slurping hungrily on my dick," I grunted, pumping all the faster against her face as I got aroused by my own words. She maybe tried to say something around my dick, but it came out as muffled, meaningless nonsense. "Is this annoying? Is it inconvenient? Guess how fucking inconvenient it is to me, that I have to be your fucking kidnapping victim," I told her.

She actually raised her hand at that point, a dismissive, uncaring wave. She seemed to need a bit more, so I gave her tit a sharp slap, enjoying the way it jiggled. I reached for her nipples and started to play with them, finding they soon grew perky purely from the stimulation - and then I started to roughly yank on them. "Fuck, this is nice," I told her. "I normally only do this with this one girl, she's a crazy sub - but it's neat, doing it with somebody who isn't." Nora probably would go along with this sort of thing if I suggested it, and there was a certain interest in my mind, now, as to what it would be like to do this with a more 'normal' girl, rather than just with Kate.

I bottomed out in Fals's throat and just choked her on my cock, reaching down for her throat and squeezing it around my dick. It felt amazing, the intensification of the pressure, and I was threatening to come at any moment from the sheer pleasure that her body was putting me through. She sputtered incoherently around my dick, as I held myself down, balls in her nose, just enjoying myself and trying not to come.

* * *

Fals was definitely annoyed by Roger's behavior. He was acting like an obnoxious brat, as he just tried to choke her on his cock. Of course, she didn't really need to breathe in the sense a human did, but it was the principle of the thing, having her throat plugged up like that. Unfortunately, there wasn't much she could do about it. This really was what he wanted, what would sexually satisfy him, so their bargain held her back from, say, shoving him off. She wouldn't have bit off his cock, no matter how much he may have been concerned about that - it simply wasn't relevant.

There was a certain amount of cuteness to the behavior, even so. The man in question was trying his damnedest to 'dominate' her, and to 'put her in her place'. It had that very particular 'mouse that roars like a lion' flavor to it, which was rather delightful, even if she wasn't particularly enjoying herself. When he came back to his senses and realized he wanted to be pampered... she wouldn't be too upset about all this nonsense, she imagined.

Though that time should definitely come sooner, rather than later... hrm. She couldn't do any orgasm denial fun with Roger, now, could she? All he had to do was ask, and she would have to let him come. Annoying. Perhaps the deal should be renegotiated, then.

* * *

"Here it comes," I groaned, hips bucking at her face as I sprayed hot cum all over the inside of her throat, splattering right down into her stomach. I squeezed and gripped at her throat, tightening the pressure around my cock, ensuring that I wrung out that little extra bit. "Swallow, swallow on my cock," I ordered, and she promptly obeyed, doing her best to squeeze more cum out of me.

Unfortunately, the side effect of coming so much, was that I was threatening to run out of energy. But, I had a solution to that, using my superspeed to pop my dick out of her mouth, going to where I knew she kept her elixirs of magic viagra, collecting one, and then stuffed my half-erect cock in her mouth before she could say anything. I had superspeed, so she barely had a second to gather her senses. "This is the stuff that makes my dick hard, isn't it?" I prompted her. She let out a sigh around my length, the warmth tickling my dick, and nodded.

Surprisingly enough, that little act was sexy enough to have me hard in her mouth again. Just the exhalation of an irate sigh around my dick, and I was ready to go some more. Which is what I promptly did, fucking her face for a long few minutes before filling her mouth with another thick load. Then, as my dick began to lose its energy (and I did too, frankly), I downed the bottle and started fucking her face for the fourth time.

* * *

Roger was far too excited by this whole affair. He would make his way through the... ten? Eleven? How many did she have, again? In any case, he would make his way through all those draughts of recovery inside of a couple hours, and then she would dotingly put his completely-exhausted form to bed and promise to properly ravish him again. After she dealt with her other concerns, of course.

It was a truly ridiculous idea on his part. That he would just stuff his cock into her mouth until she decided to let him go? It was cute, though. A whole new side to him that she found she was enjoying. He'd have to be punished, but... not too badly. Perhaps taking away his clothes for a few days, that was a delightful little thought.

* * *

As I came in Fals's mouth and throat for the fifth time, I absent-mindedly realized that I was going way too fast, and there wasn't an endless supply of magic viagra. So, I instead shifted to lie down on the bed, just dragging Fals over in between my legs and pushing her face into my groin, using my superspeed to keep her mouth busy with the only thing it was going to get used for, for the next twenty-four hours.

Twenty-three? In any case... "Give me a long, loving blowjob, really take your time - but don't let my dick out of your mouth, even for a moment," I ordered her, and she looked up at me with an expression that mixed pride with annoyance. Like she was so happy that I was recognizing her fellatio skills, but also wished that I would get things over with.

I did precisely the opposite, naturally. I leaned back and watched as the naked queen of the elves bobbed on my dick, her golden eyes focused on me for long minutes as she moved up and down, slowly rubbing her tongue along my cock. She would occasionally slurp noisily, or bottom out and swallow on my dick, as she coated it in copious amounts of spit from her constant tongue-bath. She was obviously trying to bring me off while holding to the letter of the agreement, but I had an easy solution to that: every time I started to get close to coming, I could just slow down my subjective sense of time, and soon I'd fall away from the stimulation.

It felt great. Fals presumably had centuries of experience sucking cock, and she was actually putting them to good use. It wasn't just that, though: there was also a look in her eyes as she stared up at me, an increasing frustration as minutes stretched on and she struggled to make me come. Saliva dribbled freely from her mouth, splashing down onto my pelvis, but it didn't accomplish anything. Sometimes she'd just smother herself in my groin, mashing her nose into my pelvic bone and twisting her head around, trying to make me come, but it accomplished nothing.

It was definitely fun, watching her work so very hard, for so very little reward.

* * *

Fals could neither pull off his cock, nor actually make him come, and it was becoming intensely frustrating for her. How long had she been wasting like this? It had to have been a full hour, at the barest minimum. There were no men who could resist her mouth when she put her mind to it, but she wasn't able to fully bring her skills to bear. He had requested a 'long, loving' blowjob, so a furious auto-irrumation was entirely out of the question. She couldn't pull off, either, which meant he really was still enjoying himself like this. If he was trying to order her around and there was no sexual component, then that would hardly have actually bound her - but, it seemed he enjoyed forcing her to suck him off forever.

She simply decided to work all the harder, bobbing on his dick slowly and steadily, twisting her head and her tongue round and round. He just grinned down at her, looking so very smug. When she turned the tables on him, she would make him cry out in pleasure and beg for forgiveness...

* * *

It had to have been three full hours. Even with her physiology, far superior to any mortal's, Fals's jaw was beginning to ache. Her eyes looked up at Roger, increasingly pleading for him to just give up already, for her sake if nothing else. It failed utterly to find purchase there, as he simply grinned more viciously in response. His hand idly stroked her hair, and when she tried to pause in a more comfortable position, to gather herself, he'd quietly nudge her this way or that, forcing her to keep going. It was absurd. Obscene.

But she really had no choice. She couldn't even negotiate his release if she had wanted to. Not that she did. He was a precious little piece for her collection, and the thrill of having a hero like him at her personal beck and call was worth some discomfort.

* * *

Fals actually wound up falling unconscious before me. I was still hard, even, as her head flopped into my groin, her forehead pressing into my pelvis as her throat wrapped around my dick. For a moment, I was worried about her health. Even if she was a kidnapping near-rapist... well, I didn't want her to choke to death on my dick. It seemed, however, that she could breathe around my dick, gauging by the quiet breaths that her nose let out as she laid there, a tangle of limbs caught beneath my legs.

I wound up falling asleep soon after her. Most of my anger at her had been burned out by the way she'd been quietly pleading for hours for mercy, but I still was getting a kick out of making her do this. Maybe I'd cancel things before the full twenty four hours, and go back the fuck home.

* * *

Fals sputtered around the cock lodged in her throat, confused and baffled by her circumstances for several long moments. Saliva dripped freely from her hair, and she started to peel herself up, before an invisible force stopped her, as just the very tip of a lovely dick remained pressed past her lips. That was enough for her to regain her senses and remember her circumstances. It was this man, Roger Cooper. He had chosen to take advantage of her generous bargain, forcing her to suck his cock until her jaw ached. The pain flared to life anew as she remembered it, but she could not extract his cock from her mouth, not even for a moment to go drink down some healing potion.

She considered what to do with the cock in her mouth. She wanted him to come, and, in his sleepy state, perhaps he would. If he was utterly sexually satisfied, then for at least a moment, she would be unbound. She grasped his cock and began to pump it, doing her best to jerk him off into her mouth. Her tongue was languid and gentle, but her hand was rapid and forceful, squeezing on his length in a way meant to force him out.

* * *

In my dream, a sexily dressed pregnant Xico with big, lactating breasts was jerking me off with her tentacles. I sat on Kate's stomach, one hand idly groping her bare tit, the other groping her pussy. All the other women at Star Heroic were kneeling in front of me, including a dozen of Nora's bodies, their mouths hanging open expectantly, full of desire, waiting for Xico to finish so I could use them instead. The sheer feeling of power, of dominion, over all these powerful women, was a real kick...

I came back to consciousness with a groan, as I started to orgasm, just spraying out hot cum all over the inside of Fals's mouth as she jerked me off. I was barely aware of my whole situation, having been in an exceedingly pleasant dream, but she had a smug look that suggested she thought she was about to get off.

Too bad for her, though. Even as my cock began to flag, I just dragged her down. It was fucking hot, making her keep sucking my dick even as it declined to be the size of just a thumb. Gauging by the look in her eyes of surprise and annoyance, that was enough to keep the magic going. "I'll go get an elixir in a bit," I told her. "For now, keep sucking," I told her.

* * *

Fals really, truly, found this whole situation absurd. She had been sucking Roger off for hours, then a full night, and now the day had come and she was still being made to suck him. He wasn't even hard at this point. He would come in her mouth and then make her just suck on his flaccid cock for perhaps a full half an hour before going to get an elixir and enjoying her mouth again. With his superhuman speed, she hardly had the time to stop him, and the pain in her jaw would flare up as she was forced once more to suck his hard dick.

* * *

Mira stood tall in her power armor, at the point that they had set up for recovering Roger. He still had yet to arrive, though Tsuru promised he was coming soon. It had been almost a full day since Dr. Siskander had been brought in to handle the magical end of things, and while that had turned out to be a bust, whatever his plan was... it was supposed to be working, according to Tsuru.

Mira could at least feel a tad smug about freeing a few members of Fals's "harem" who weren't so heavily bound as Roger himself was. The bitch deserved worse for what she'd done, but according to Stitch, she hadn't actually raped Roger. That was probably the only thing keeping her alive. With this many heroines, well... probably somebody would have done something improper, if such a nice boy wound up getting raped.

Maybe some social conservatives might expect that his sexual promiscuity would work against those sorts of feelings, but for her, it was just the opposite. Roger was a fun lay, a slut to outdo Alexios, a handsome man who didn't mind she had a female lover. If he was raped, what would they do? Have to stumble through slowly coaxing him back into enjoying sex again? She had dealt with male rape victims, once or twice, and it was just agonizingly unsatisfying, so there was that in addition to the obvious crime of raping a man she liked. Or perhaps it would be the opposite, and he'd sexually act out? Again, awful. His promiscuity was fun for its guiltlessness, and if he was only being so sexual because he wanted to feel in control again, she would feel awkward and torn up about the whole situation.

Roger suddenly appeared on the horizon, zipping forward at superhuman speed towards their little fortress. Mira couldn't help but grin, seeing him. He really had done it, it seemed. "That's him, don't attack," Mira said over the comms, as he swiftly approached. "Everything okay, Roger?"

"Yeah," he said, rolling his shoulders. "Fuck, that took forever. Let's go."

She did wonder what, exactly, he had done to force Fals to compromise. Gauging by the way he was eyeing up Nora, though, it wasn't too harsh on the man. "Let's go, indeed," she said. "Back through the portal, we'll collapse it once we're through," she said. "Glad to see you back, Rodge," she said.

"Glad to-" he yawned, loudly, "-be back."

* * *

Fals decided that she would just lay in bed for the rest of the day. She definitely couldn't talk to her subjects right now, not when it hurt every time she tried to move her mouth. Perhaps she could send for one of her boys? Tch. The thought of sex or cunnilingus made her jaw ache all the worse. She'd get around to it later.