Pariah #1: New Arrival: Perils of Azure City

by Void

  But not completely impossible, thought the angry hunter in her. It could still be done. She had done it while under immense strain in the past - it was just a very different kind of strain to this. The pleasure she was experiencing now was difficult to pull away from, where times in the past where she was in pain were much easier to deal with. Even so, she could still do it.

  The flicker of hope set her mind working again, keeping her just on the limit of submission.

  She shut her eyes to blank out the lights and the sight of the beautiful man doing wonderful things to her body. She tried to send her mind somewhere else, tried to leave this moment and find an inner peace from which she could focus her power. The aria begged for her to stop, and a part of her begged along with it, but she pressed on.

  'God, you are so turned on,' whispered Lenny as he touched her, 'You love it, don't you, baby?' Lenny's own breathing was fast now. He was even more intoxicated in the moment than she was.

  He reached under the fabric of her sports bra and pulled the stretchy material up and over her luscious breasts, rolling up the fabric to stay put where he lifted it to.

  She shuddered with excitement at being bared this way, feeling the cool air of the room meeting her exposed nipples.

  Ignore it. Concentrate.

  'Oh, Pariah, baby,' Lenny gently kneaded her soft flesh, allowing his hands to completely explore her sensitive breasts, occasionally letting his fingers teasingly flick her taut nipples.

  She bit back a moan, trying to keep her mind on track. The storm of feelings was close to uprooting her from her place of calm but she just held on. When Lenny pinched one of her hard nipples and rolled it between his fingers, she couldn't hold back a weak moan.

  Lenny noticed her reaction, and adapted his technique to better seduce her.

  'That's what you like, isn't it, Pariah?' He said softly as he alternated between teasing her nipples and pinching them. 'You love that. Moan for me, baby.'

  'Uhhh...ooooo...,' she mewled as he squeezed down on both nipples, both unable and unwilling to hold it in.

  'Yeah, good girl,' Lenny cooed, 'Let it out... let it all out.'

  His touch was divine and Pariah felt her body sing out under his attentions, begging for more. She had never allowed anyone to control her like this, but Lenny was doing it so easily, making her feel like a helpless piece of meat instead of a strong heroine.

  Her lips trembled as she fought the erotic sensations and the urge to give in.

  Ugh... almost there... Despite the rising tide of pleasure, she felt something like focus start to form in her mind. She only needed a little bit - just enough to end the aria.

  Tyrone had been enjoying the show, occasionally switching between kissing into her ear and kissing into her neck, but he noticed the concentration etched on her face and realised she was trying something. He pressed his lips to her ear and spoke into it, his voice deep and powerful.

  'Open your eyes, Pariah. Look at how much your slutty body loves it. Look at how your nipples are begging for more.'

  His command was enough to make her addled mind obey and she opened her eyes to look down at herself. The pale blue of her eyes had the faint embers of glowing blue light returned to them. The erotic sight threatened to overtake her, sapping her focus.

  'Aww...gawwd,' she moaned as she looked down at her breasts being manipulated by Lenny. Her nipples screamed out with each new caress, hard as little diamonds, and the sight of Lenny owning her body sent a thrill of exhilaration through her. He worked her body like a professional, and it was almost hypnotic to watch him work.

  More of her focus drained away but she gritted her teeth and persevered, holding on to the last vestiges of it by a thread.

  This moment wasn't going to last long. If she had the ability to do something, she would need to make it count. With great effort, she tore her eyes from the sight of her breasts being played with and turned her head to look for the control panel of the aria.

  Just as she locked sight with it in the distance she felt Lenny's hands leave her breasts and move up to her chin, pulling her face back around to look at him.

  'Don't pretend you don't love the show...,' his voice trailed off as he saw the light in her eyes. Alarm crossed his handsome features as he realised that she still had some fight in her.

  She locked eyes with him, looking at him with a mix of yearning and hate. If she couldn't turn off the aria, she supposed she could settle for turning off Lenny.

  The air started to ripple around Lenny as she reached out with her influence.

  Lenny held her gaze, leaving one hand on her chin and lightly pulling down on her jaw while his other hand pushed two fingers into her open mouth. The move took her by surprise and she hesitated as he pushed his fingers over her tongue, letting her taste him.

  'Uh uh uh, Pariah,' he whispered, his voice tense with fear of what she was doing. 'That's not what you want, baby. You've not gone far enough yet. You want to go further.'

  His words pulled at her mind, stalling her even more. She knew, even if she hated it, that on some fundamental level he was right.

  The hesitation was all Lenny needed. He pushed his fingers back and forth in her mouth while his other hand went back to squeezing her hard nipples like he owned them. He moved himself in against her, pushing his thigh between her legs and firmly rubbing it up and down. After all that had happened, the sensation of finally getting attention to her throbbing loins was overwhelming.

  The rippling in the air started to lessen.

  'Suck,' Lenny commanded, going for broke, still holding her gaze. 'Give in and suck, baby.'

  Tyrone mirrored the command, speaking deep into her ear, 'Submit, just stop fighting.'

  The moment seemed to last an age as Pariah teetered.

  Then, still looking into Lenny's eyes, Pariah clamped her lips around his fingers and started to suck them, the faint light dying away in her eyes.

  'Good girl,' he said, enjoying their shared look as she gently sucked his fingers, 'That's my girl.'

  She was sick of fighting. Sick of trying to go against it. She was enjoying this. She wanted this. Wanted Lenny. Wanted the aria to never stop singing to her. In her fragile state, she couldn't find any sense in why anyone would pull away from this: It was her fantasy, and it was coming true - only it was even better than any fantasy she could have ever dreamed.

  Right at the crux moment, caught between possible victory and certain defeat, in a moment of weakness she fell down on the side of surrender.

  Both men sensed the heroine's final submission, and both let out a small sigh of relief. They were well aware that had it gone the other way, they would likely have been beaten to death.

  Instead she was defeated.

  With the heroine's resistance finally broken down, they set about conditioning her just like they would any of the other girls.

  Lenny pulled his fingers from her lips and leaned down, sucking her left nipple into his hot mouth while he teased her right with his slick fingers - rubbing her own saliva around the nub.

  As he licked and teased her nipples, Pariah pushed herself back into Tyrone's body, moaning without inhibition.

  'Aww...fuuuck...,' she groaned, finally allowing herself to release her pent up resistance and rocking her ass up against Tyrone's erection.

  Tyrone grunted with approval, 'That's it,' he said, pressing the bulge of his cock up and down her ass, 'Lose yourself in it.'

  Lenny came back up to look into her eyes, palming his hands up her breasts to either side of her shoulders. She looked back at him submissively, pure lust in her glazed blue eyes.

  'Isn't it so good to just give up?' Lenny sneered, rubbing her shoulders and gently pressing down on her. 'I know you, baby girl. I may not know kung fu or magic, but I know women and I know sex.'

  As she listened to him her knees buckled and she was pushed down to kneel before him. Tyrone knelt with her, easing her down to the ground.

  'And I can read you just as e
asily as I can please you,' Lenny carried on, his eyes alight with passion. 'I noticed you loved sucking my thumb earlier, and my guess is that you revelled in the naughtiness of it.' She watched him unfasten his pants as he kept talking down to her. 'You've lived a really disciplined life, right? Always playing the virtuous girl. The idea of just cutting loose and letting yourself go, being a naughty girl - gets you really hot.'

  She looked up at him as he lowered his pants and pulled out his long, hard cock. She stared at it in fascination, her breath catching in her throat.

  'So tonight,' Lenny said, savouring the sight of the heroine looking up at his cock, 'You're going to finally let go of all those shackles that hold you back, and you're going to let that dirty girl come out to play.'

  He held her face with one hand while he guided his cock to her lips with the other. He teased the head around her flushed cheeks, dragging it across her angelic face and leaving a trail of pre cum.

  Pariah felt the warmth of the hard shaft as it rubbed across her face, breathing in the heady aroma of it. The remains of her pride caused her to pull back ever so slightly from the cock but she couldn't back away far with Tyrone holding her.

  'No... I can't...'

  'Shush, baby,' Lenny whispered, pulling her head back and guiding his cock head so it pressed against her full lips. 'You can do it, let yourself go,' he pushed his cock and softly pulled her head down on him, taking charge. She made no effort to resist this time as he pushed his thick cock into her hot mouth. 'Be my good girl and let it all go.'

  His rod stoked her passion and Pariah groaned as she accepted it, her lips embracing it like a fine delicacy that she had denied herself her whole life.

  'Aww, yeah,' he groaned as he started softly pumping in and out of her mouth, 'Pariah, this is what you need. Take it deep.'

  Pariah's mind was adrift on a sea of passion. The decision to stop fighting the aria allowed it to drive her desire ever onwards and steal away her will. She was putty to the manipulations of the two men, completely lost in her fantasy. There was no coming back from here. It was possible that she would want to continue even if the aria were to stop.

  She started to tentatively suck Lenny's cock, swirling her tongue around it as he pushed it deeper, savouring the taste. She knew on some level that it was wrong, and her cheeks burned red with equal shame and excitement - the illicitness of the act serving to turn her on even more.

  'Ahh, there you go,' Lenny encouraged her softly, almost paternally, as he reached down to pinch one of her erect nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, 'There's my dirty girl.'

  'Mmmm,' she moaned around his cock, spurred on by his words and getting more into it. Lenny no longer needed to pump his cock as Pariah started doing all the work, sucking him in earnest as her shame started to give way to lust.

  Lenny was right about her, she realised. He had spotted her darkest desires, and urged her to enact them. Debasing herself like this and surrendering to him - it drove her crazy. He had known exactly how to push her over the edge.

  Tyrone watched her intently, picking up on how much she was beginning to enjoy sucking cock, and he knew that she was done as a threat. He released her wrists, reaching his hands around her to rub her breasts and explore her body. Without his hands supporting her arms, they dropped limply to her sides.

  'Oh Pariah,' he growled into her ear, 'You are such a naughty little slut. We are going to fuck you until the sun comes up.'

  She enjoyed his degrading words, turned on by the dirtiness of it and by the prospect of the fucking that Tyrone promised. The orgasmic choir of the aria seemed to mirror her own feeling as if it were her inner emotions being projected out into the room.

  Her moans came forth uninhibited as she felt the other man feeling her up, caressing her breasts like they were his property and occasionally flicking her excited nipples. The cock in her mouth became slick with her saliva as she continued to lavish it with her attention.

  Ughhh... feels so good...

  Tyrone was ready to go further. He slid his right hand down her abdomen and pushed it under her thong, firmly running his fingers down her wet slit. Pariah jumped as she felt attention being given to her burning crotch, shooting a hand out to grab Tyrone's arm and squeezing it.

  'Wow, you are so wet, heroine,' Tyrone mocked as he teased the lips of her sex, 'Such a sweet little pussy... such an eager pussy.'

  She pulled herself back from Lenny's cock, the new intimacy of Tyrone's talented fingers sobering her up a little bit. She moaned loudly as Tyrone start to rub her engorged clit, touching her in ways that she had never been touched before.

  'Ugh...wait...oooo...stop,' she protested as the last of her shame reminded her that she shouldn't be doing this. This shouldn't be happening.

  How had it come to this?

  She moaned like a school girl as Tyrone slid his fingers down from her clit and easily pushed them deep into her dripping pussy.

  Lenny grinned down at her, taking in the sight of her writhing in Tyrone's arms, squealing at his touch. He prepared to seal her defeat - to guide her to the end of her fantasy. Her submission had been a masterpiece, the best he had ever done, and now it was time to finish her subjugation.

  He waggled his cock in front of her face, the movement catching her attention, and ran a hand through her feathery hair, affectionately brushing it out of her face.

  'You don't really want this to stop, do you, Pariah?' he spoke down to her warmly, looking into her blue eyes and seeing the haze of desire there, 'Why don't you show me what you really want, baby?'

  Her gaze dropped to his slick cock and she looked at it longingly.

  '...Okay...' she breathed, her voice husky.

  She wrapped her free hand around Lenny's cock and guided it to her mouth, caressing the head of his cock with her tongue. She intently licked around the head before guiding it to the sides so that she could lick down his shaft.

  'Yeah... good girl,' he whispered gently, groaning with approval as she pleasured him, 'That's it baby, be my good little whore just like you want to be.'

  'Mmmm... yes...,' she groaned, genuinely pleased that she was making Lenny feel good, and excited that she was being a good girl for him. She brought her lips up around his cock and sucked him in deep.

  Lenny watched the heroine as she wantonly sucked his cock. The sight of it exciting him more than anything else he had experienced in his whole life. This had been the demon woman who had stood before him like some kind of terrible myth, a nightmare that had come to punish him - and now she knelt at his feet submissively fellating him. It had been a scary move to try and play the heroine; but it had been exhilarating. It had been like taming a dragon.

  And tame her they had.

  'Look at me, baby,' Lenny commanded, softly stroking her hair. Her blues eyes flashed open and she obediently looked up into his eyes as she kept bobbing her head up and down his cock. The intimacy of the connection spurred on both their passions and they both neared climax, 'Mmmm, good girl. You have such pretty eyes.'

  Pariah enjoyed the connection too. She blushed under his compliment like a smitten valentine and batted her eyes up at him bashfully. Looking into his eyes while she indulged his cock was the ultimate reminder of who was in control - and how far she had fallen. She felt dirty, and she liked it.

  Lenny felt himself close to blowing, his usual stamina defeated by his excitement at what he had accomplished. Pariah felt it too and she shamelessly increased her efforts to satisfy him.

  'Mmmm, sweet baby,' he groaned, straining to contain himself, 'Ahh, here it comes, baby. I want you to be a good girl and swallow every drop, okay?'

  Pariah moaned in acquiescence, reaching ever closer to her own orgasm and feeling Lenny tensing up.

  'Argh!' Lenny cried out, his knees threatening to buckle as he experienced the biggest orgasm of his life, 'Ugggh... take it all baby...take it.'

  Her cheeks ballooned as he fired his seed into her mouth and she started greedily
swallowing his cum, still obediently looking into the eyes of her master. After a moment she dropped her gaze back to his cock and started dutifully licking him clean.

  'Oh... oh yeah...look at you go, dirty girl,' Lenny whispered as he tenderly massaged her scalp.

  She caught a glimpse of something in his eye, something malicious and cruel. He loved her humiliation, it was the thing that seemed to have most stirred him, and the sadistic look on his face reminded her that Lenny was a vile, evil man. The observation served to remind her that this wasn't right.

  It was really very far from right.

  With it came another, unwanted, thought. What would Kamura think if he could see her right now?

  The thought reminded her of her shame and humiliation. It hurt, and the emotional pain stirred her even more. The flicker of resistance ebbed back into her mind, coming through the fog of the aria as a small but nagging sensation.

  As she struggled to hold on to the thought, to use it to climb back up out of the dark place she had sunk to, she felt Tyrone remind her how close she was to coming. His fingers drew out of her slit wetly and began firmly rubbing her engorged clit.

  'Ooooo...ugh!' She moaned as she drew away from Lenny's member and started to fight her impending orgasm.

  'That's it, Pariah. It’s your turn now,' Tyrone said hungrily into her ear as he began to up his tempo, 'Time for you to get a nice reward for being a good little slut.'

  She clutched at Tyrone's arms, half trying to pull him away and half clinging to him as a lover. 'Fuuuuuck...,' she rasped as she contended with the growing feeling. Her spark of renewed will would be completely turned out if she let Tyrone climax her. She needed to fight it if she was ever going to come back from this.

  Lenny saw the conflicted look across her face, and knelt down in front of her, letting his hands roam over her body freely. He couldn't believe she still had anything left. Any other girl would have been completely enslaved long before now and yet still Pariah seemed to have just a little bit more fight in her.