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An Unexpected Bet	By : Thaddrec43 Category: Final Fantasy XIV > General Views: 1345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Warrior took a minute to reflect on the fact that he should perhaps be more careful with his words. Again and again he’d witnessed that when Y’sthola set herself to something, it tended to get done remarkably fast. Of course, he hadn’t really considered that would apply to their relationship or to the tasks he thrust upon her in the heat of passion. Sure, he’d told her the only way she’d cum is if she found him another woman to wear a belt. Sure, she’d brought it up, and sure, she’d kept hinting at it, but he figured it was just another part of the game for her. The classic fantasy, given a fetish spice.

That less than 24 hours after he laid out his terms he was sitting across from Y’shtola’s sister, Y'mhitra, suggested she’d taken the whole thing far more seriously than he had. Y’shtola was also present, actually clothed for once, and not even in the fetish attire they both favored. Y'mhitra had simply shown up on his doorstep about ten minutes ago, asking to see her sister. When Y’shtola emerged from her room dressed, it clued him into the fact that this was planned.

And so here they sat over some tea, still steaming, the cups untouched. He didn’t even know where to begin. The two women’s smiles and glances removed any lingering doubt, but how did one broach this subject with a seeming stranger? She was Y’shtola’s sister and clearly in the know, but beyond some largely “professional” work alongside her in the past, he knew nothing about Y'mhitra. Even as he debated how to break the ice, however, she spoke up.

“I’ll wear your belt. I want to wear your belt. The stories Stola has passed along have been…enlightening.” She paused to take a sip of tea as he sputtered, Y’shtola keeping a soft smile, but her blind eyes crinkled in a way he knew meant she was enjoying every second of this.

“You do know what that means, right? What the belt does? You’re giving up control entirely.” He couldn’t bring himself to be more explicit, some part of him editing out the lurid details as he spoke.

“I’ll be your slave, essentially. I will exist for your pleasure, and based on my sister's stories, you can be a merciless and in many ways cruel master. I will be denied sexual satisfaction despite being brought to the brink of orgasm by a device entirely intended to torture me by your whims. I will almost certainly be subjected to countless demeaning acts, things I will happily do for even the remote chance it will make you feel the pity my sister tells me you’re rarely inclined to indulge in. Most likely I will be living here, same as my sister, at your beck and call, though in this I’ve been assured you’re happy to allow me to continue my own studies. I’m doing this at my sister's behest because it was the condition you specified to allow her even a single orgasm, without even a promise for the future or for any same deal on my own behalf. And every bit of that sounds wonderful.” It was unnerving how plainly she put it. Y’shtola might be a scholar, but she always had a sense of humor about her, augmented by her confident nature. Her sister, on the other hand, had with a straight face listed off all his depravities like she was reading from a book, though as she finished, her own visage cracked and he could see an excitement in her, something more raw then he’d ever seen in Y’shtola. “So, what else is there to discuss?”

At that moment, he honestly didn’t know how to respond. It occurred to him that his relationship with Y’shtola had been a whirlwind, a constant stream of chaos upon both their daily lives, gales they’d both been more than happy to whip up. And here, right now, Y’shtola seemed happy to turn that whirlwind into a hurricane, and Y'mhitra appeared thrilled to be the cause. He only stood to benefit, but as he considered it, he realized there was a challenge here too. Despite his control, Y’shtola still acted as an equal, ultimately taking far more charge than one would ever think a woman in her position would. And while the two of them together was on the surface a fantasy given life, it also threatened to overwhelm him. And he realized he wanted to do this, not simply just to enjoy the pleasure, but to defeat them, to tame them. Not break them, never that, but to make them his in full. Was that their intention? Did Y’shtola want him to push things farther without bringing it up herself?

“Fine then, let's get you into a belt.” It was strange, to feel somehow defeated even as he should be jumping for joy. The sisters broke into open smiles at his comment, and stood with him as he led the way into the back of the house.

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“Rather snug, wouldn’t you say?” Y’mhitra gave a tug on the belt, checking it’s fit, while the Warrior began putting away his tools, placing everything back on the bench that dominated the far wall of the small room. She’d stripped down, still wearing a bra but was otherwise naked minus the belt. Fitting the belt to her had been surprisingly smooth, and his mind wandered back to when Y’shtola had been giving him feedback on the design. Something finally clicked.

“How long had the two of you been waiting for this?” Y’mhitra couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Practically since you two started. Y’shtola and I keep in far more regular contact than most people realize. Speaking of, was that really necessary?” Y’mhitra gestured to her sister, who was currently naked and crouched by the door. She’d been stripped, and was clad only in her belt, her circlet and a black leather armbinder that pulled her arms back and thrust her chest forward.

He’d made up his mind the second he’d walked through the door into the workshop. He’d let Y’mhitra walk though into the center of the room, but when Y’shtola had made to follow her, he’d grabbed her and forced her down before she’d had time to react. The suddenness of it prompted her to struggle, but she had little chance of escaping him, but he hadn’t relented even once she’s centered herself and stopped resisting, stripping her harshly and binding her tightly. Now her blind face was twisted in silent torment, he’d upped her belt the second he had her bound to ensure she was no longer privy to their conversation. The last command she’d heard was “Stay”, and then he’d simply ignored her. It was a test: if Y’mhitra reacted poorly then he’d easily be able to call this whole thing off. That besides a gasp she’d simply watched him silently cemented the fact that she was serious about this.

“Perhaps not necessary. Still, a demonstration was needed, and I couldn’t help but notice you being, well, distracted.” He walked over to Y’shtola, rubbing her ears, the only sense she had left, and she pushed into his hands like a kitten begging for attention. He smiled as he watched Y’mhitra react, conflicted emotions rushing across her face over his total subjugation of her sister. “You know, I promised her an orgasm for bringing you in, but nothing says I have to keep to my word. I could just as easily give it to you instead. A little goodbye gift.”

“That…hardly seems fair.” The Warrior’s smile turned predatory.

“You did not agree to fair. She did not agree to fair. “You exist for my pleasure”, your words. This might be your only chance to cum for a very long time. You were correct, I’m not going to offer you the same deal, no seducing another to be subject to my whims. I can hardly keep an entire house full of horny, desperate women, as attractive as the fantasy is.”

He ruffled Y’shtola’s hair as he spoke, a playful gesture that contrasted his willingness to betray her. “You have no way to an orgasm beyond my whim. But, since you seem hesitant, why don’t we make it a little bet, instead? If you can last a full day without begging me for mercy, you’ll get to cum and your sister will go without. If you feel bad enough for your sister, well, you can just give up.”

He closed on her quickly, striding forward until his chest pushed against her nearly nude form. She was forced to look up at him, and he could see fear building behind those eyes. “Of course, what’s a bet if there isn’t a punishment for losing? If you do beg, well then. I remember you saying something about being at my beck and call, but you figured I’d let you continue your studies. Let’s say I don’t do that. At least for a little while.”

His hand came up, gripping her neck from behind, pressing her body against him, his height forcing her to crane her neck. He could feel her breath, panicked and ragged, and he could feel her weakly try and move her head, try and break eye contact. “A month of being little more than a pet. Just you naked, bound, gagged, and praying for release until I decide you’ve had enough. A toy to play with until I get bored and stow you away for later.” She just stood there, shivering, too cowed to even speak. Her pupils were so wide they were nearly round, the teal of her irises only an outline. But her face was red, flushed with arousal, and he could see her mind waging a war between reason and lust. Part of him wondered what would come out on top, if he gave her a chance to decide.

It wasn’t her decision, however. He withdrew suddenly, leaving her frozen by the tension, grabbing the prepared cuffs and armbinder from the work table. She could only stare at him as he stalked toward her. “Come now, time for our little wager to begin.”

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"Please, please, pleasepleaseplease. I'll do anything." Y'mhitra withered on thick rug in the center of the Warrior’s bedroom, straining against her bonds. Sweat glazed her naked body, the black armbinder shining against her light brown skin. Her white tail, locked into place by a series of straps along the leather, constantly struggling and straining to no avail. Her legs, shackled together at her ankles, left her unable to do little more than squirm like a worm and beg.

"Four hours. We’d barely gotten started. Come then, your sister managed weeks. " The Warrior sat in a chair along the wall, relaxing back as he enjoyed the show Y'mhitra was providing. Y’shtola, still trussed up, was nestled between his legs. The black strap of a ring gag was wrapped around her neck, and her head bobbed up and down. She still wore the circlet, which he had yet to be turned off, leaving Y'sthola unable to focus on anything but he dick down her throat. Her breasts rubbed up against his shins, her nipples engorged, betraying just how turned on she was.

"Oh gods, please..." Y'mhitra seemed to have none of the pride her sister carried so well. Forcing Y’shtola to beg was perhaps the most difficult thing about her, even bound and edged out of her mind, she would hold out as long as possible until she finally cracked. Y'mhitra had acted confident at first, but her resistance had quickly and steadily cracked as the belt had adjusted to her. She was also louder and more frantic than her sister ever allowed, a babbling mess who could barely keep her words straight. He wondered if she now regretted giving him total power and control as she lay there, but that decision was long past her choice to make. She was his now and she'd had every chance to back out.

"Humor me. When you promise to "do anything", what exactly do you mean?" He grabbed Y'shtola's head at this point, working her up and down his cock at a rapid pace. She relaxed her throat and simply let him use her, well practiced at this sort of treatment. He could feel her tremble through his legs. Sitting there getting face fucked, was she impatiently waiting for her orgasm? Could she even think about it? His train of thought was interrupted as Y’mhitra squealed out a response.

"I'll suck your dick, better than Stola ever could! I'll deepthroat you, choke myself! I'll rim your ass! Anything!" Her vulgar pleading contrasted the normally serious scholar and researcher to an almost comical degree, and he could see her desperately staring at him, her eyes clouded with arousal. He wondered for a brief second if she’d forgotten Y'shtola couldn't hear her, and trying to put herself over her sister was a deliberate attempt at provocation.

"As I said before, I could make you do any of those any time I pleased, and have no hope of stopping me. Beyond that, I already have a wonderfully trained slut, one I've had months to mold to my exact desires. Why do you think you could do any better? No, I'm starting to wonder if maybe I keep you desperate, just like this, for a lot longer than I originally planned. Just have a cute little kitten, always needy, always begging, always wet, useless for anything else. Only good for one thing, and never gets used, never gets any satisfaction..." He could see her eyes grow wider and wider as he talked, her desperate moans and whimpers undercutting the sheer horror in her face. He picked this moment to stand up, forcing Y’shtola to rapidly adjust with his dick still in her mouth. He slid out of her throat with a wet pop. Now, as he stood and walked over to Y'mhitra, he dragged Y’shtola with him, manhandling her across the floor as she silently yelped at being pulled off balance. He picked that exact moment to max out Y’shtola’s belt, and her semi-limp form began to shudder convulse as she was instantly overstimulated. Y'mhitra's own frantic movements seemed to pale in comparison, though the intensity of his stare kept the younger girl focused on him as he slowly bore down on her. Even her shaking and moaning stopped, and soon she was frozen in his eyes, prey staring down a predator she could neither run from nor fight. "Here, allow me to demonstrate." He released the elder sister, who instantly collapsed onto the rug, shuddering uncontrollably. Y’mhitra was flipped over unceremoniously , her face forced into the rug by a hand on her skull. He undid her ankle cuffs and then propped her knees up, her ample breasts leaving her nipples hanging just low enough that they brushed against the thick carpet. Leaving her no time to recover, he thrust into her asshole with little preamble, burying himself to the hilt. He’d long ago perfected a spell to lubricate his cock directly, even learning to cast it silently, allowing him to take Y’shtola any time and anywhere with no need for preparation. Y’hmitra, however, was clearly unused to anal sex, and perhaps even a virgin. He could hear her gasp out a muted scream, unable to even think as her anal intruder occupied her entire universe for several seconds.

He began to thrust as he spoke, slowly working in and out as he gripped her hips tightly. "You are mine now, and I will do as I please. Your begging has meaning only in that I enjoy hearing it. Your pleasure is solely mine to command, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner this will be more bearable. Or perhaps it will never be, it makes no difference to me." Y'mhitra grunted in response, and he replied by upping her belt to edge her as high as it could go, the grunt turning into a high pitched yelp, followed by an exhausted moan. She panted for several seconds, before finally managing to collect herself to speak.

"N-not any more, please. I can't bear it any more." He spanked her in response, the pain almost sending her over before the belt intervened. "I'm s-so close."

He couldn't help but grin as he increased his rhythm, once again stealing her breath. Mentally he commanded Y'shtola's headband, and she jerked suddenly as his will came through. It was simple as could be, a flexing of the metal around her head to let him know he wanted her closer, then a vibration to tell her where to move. She could only crawl like a worm, inching her way towards him blindly, and he did nothing to help her. It took her nearly a minute to reach him, despite being right next to him, a clear sign of how helpless and disoriented she was. He kept fucking Y'mhitra the entire time, maintaining a slow and steady rhythm as she could do little more than take it. Finally Y’shtola managed to press herself against his left leg, her head bumping into him and resting.

"Fuck yourself on me. And don't slow down." His first command was met with an absurdly enthusiastic response, so desperate was she to please him. He let go as she began to thrust her hips into him, her own shaking legs struggling to find the strength to keep up with his speed. He locked his legs as he twisted his torso, grabbing Y'shtola by the neck and maneuvering her between his legs until his balls dangled just above her ring gagged mouth. He lowered himself, then, a hand on Y'mhitra's ass forcing her down and her hips to spread until she almost looked like a frog, her flexible body leaving her torso and legs touching the rug together. Now, with his dick in one sisters ass and his balls in another's mouth, he began to move again. Y'mhitra could no longer flex back and forth, and he essentially had to drag her entire body up and down his shaft as she lay there, twitching and moaning. Y'shtola, similarly, unable to move away from a decent portion of his weight laying on her head, could do little more than lay there and work her tongue across his skin, attempting and failing to create a suction with the ring holding her mouth wide. Both had been reduced to little more than objects for his lust, and it was that power, rather than any sensation, that finally caused him to explode, burying himself deep in Y'mhitra's asshole as he came. He rested for a moment, but mindful of Y’shtola, he stood quickly, leaving the two woman panting. He pulled the belts back, now, letting them rest, before heading over to the wall and grabbing the prepared bottle of water. He took a big swig himself, before returning to the two. Y’shtola was first, and he gave her the two taps on her skin to indicate he was about to give her water to drink. One of the small skills she’d had to pick up was getting used to swallowing with her mouth open, and she’d gotten very good at it. He was still careful as he worked the water past her gag, giving her two mouthfuls before setting her back down and moving to her sister.

Y’mhitra looked totally out of it, simply sprawled out on the floor where he’d left her. He maneuvered her into a more comfortable position before flipping her over, putting a leg behind her back so she could lay against it. He brought the bottle to her lips before he spoke “Drink.”

The command brought her back to her senses, and she began to greedily gulp down the water. He let her drink a bit before pulling it back, they weren’t done and he had no desire for her to throw it all back up. “Was it everything you wanted? Everything you imagined?”

She began to tear up a bit, face flushed. “Please. We can start again tomorrow, just please. I didn’t masturbate before I came, the fantasy was so hot.” He clicked his tongue at her begging, then shook his head.

“No.” That one word was all it took to set her squirming again, and she went to speak. He responded by covering her mouth with a finger, shushing her as he cradled her head. He stroked her hair for a minute, just enjoying the moment, before he set her head back down. “Now, just lay here and rest for a minute. I’ve got to get your sister ready for her reward.”

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The Warrior took a second to admire his work. Both women still lay on the rug, though that wasn’t quite accurate. Y'mhitra lay on her back, her arm binder had been removed, her arms instead held above her head by a spreader bar. Her legs, too, were now spread by a bar. Atop her was Y’shtola, similarly spread eagled. Both girls bore a red ballgag and posture collars that went all the way to their jawline. With a thin length of chain hooking them together, it left them unable to turn their heads or pull away, the gags rubbing against each other, slick with saliva. Y’sthola had been stripped of her belt, though Y'mhitra still bore hers. The two of them watched him out of the corner of their eyes, squirming and rubbing against one another as they moaned helplessly.

For his own part, he’d stripped naked, and now bore a raging hard on. He’d been aroused the entire time, but the sight of the two of them trussed up like this was something he’d only ever dreamed up, and the reality of it had him almost achingly erect. He considered, ruefully, that his and Y’shtola’s fetish meant that while he got off as often as he pleased, it had been quite a while since he’d actually fucked her the traditional way.

That Y'mhitra was about to lay there watch, feel, and hear it happen while desperately wishing it was her instead almost sent him over the edge just standing here.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched the two of them follow him with their eyes as he walked behind them, then struggle to twist and turn their heads once he’d moved out of sight. He waited, just a couple seconds, letting them stew as they could no longer see him. But he could hold himself back no longer, and he went to his knees. Rubbing against Y’shtola’s asshole with his cockhead elected a rather angry grunt from her, one last bit of teasing, but then he slid into her smoothly.

Both of them moaned at the same time. He’d forgotten how good she felt as he felt her clench around him. He couldn’t see Y'mhitra, but he could feel her tense up. She stayed stiff as he began to move slowly, carefully, drawing the moment out second by second. Some part of him wanted nothing more than to just surrender to his instincts, to fuck Y’shtola hard and fast and deep, but that desire for control won out, as it always did. A savage smile crossed his face as he began to up Y'mhitra’s belt, forcing it to edge her. That stillness was gone in an instant as she began to writhe, her body rubbing itself against her sister, frenzied and desperate. His hand snaked around Y’shtola, finding her clit. He could feel her cum even as he simply squeezed, but he couldn’t resist the slight twist, mixing up the pleasure with pain. Y’sthola began to buck as her senses were overwhelmed, the two almost wrestling against each other despite the bindings.

He picked this moment to really start fucking her, pistoning himself in and out deep and hard. He felt the orgasms come as he hammered her. Two, then three. They came so rapidly he was honestly surprised. Before they’d started her lengthy denial, he’d managed to work her into multiple orgasms before, but the overstimulation always made it difficult, and it had been the only thing she’d ever been reluctant about. You’d never guess it from how she looked now, moaning and seemingly senseless. He felt her clench her entire body as she came again and he finally couldn’t hold it back, and he thrust as deep as he could into her and erupted. He drew the orgasm out as long as he could, pumping slowly. Y’shtola, for her own part, seemed to have run out of energy, and simply laid there, entire body slack except for the occasional twitch.

Y’mhitra, however, still struggled, and he leaned over to see she was now crying, tears of frustration pooling on her face. He felt a pang in his heart, but another part couldn’t help but take pleasure in it. She’d been so sure of herself less than an hour ago, spoken the words and made the motions. Later, he’d corner her and make sure she was still serious about this now that it wasn’t a fantasy in her head anymore, but for now he enjoyed how far he’d pushed her, how helpless she was. He began to unhook Y’shtola, and got her on her back where she managed to turn her head and look at him, a smile managing to curl past the gag. He pet her on the head, leaving her laying on the rug for the moment as he turned back to Y’mhitra. She too, was clearly worn out, her struggling against the edging he’d yet to stop reduced to the occasional twitch and spasm. He wiped away her tears, drawing her attention. “Not even through the first day and you’re already a mess. What will you look like in a week, I wonder? A month?” He couldn’t help but increase her belt’s stimulation, prompting another moan. “And now, since you gave up so quickly, you’ve got your punishment to think about as well.”

He laughed as her eyes widened. She’d forgotten, that was clear. It was going to be a very long month for her.

One week later

The Warrior looked down, his hands gripping both Y’shtola’s and Y’mhitra’s heads and pushing them against his cock. Their mouths, wrapped around his dick, were very nearly kissing. He moved them up and down slowly, enjoying the tandem feel of their mouths and their tongues as he stroked himself off using them. Y’mhitra bore a blindfold, black leather that covered her entire upper face, leaving her as blind as her sister, at least for the moment. He just enjoyed the sensations, marveling that even now, the two sisters showed their differences. Y’shtola’s tongue was strong, forceful, pressing into him and dragging across his skin with a pleasurable friction. Y’mhitra, on the other hand, was frantic, working back and forth at a speed that didn’t seem real. The contrasting feelings so close together added to the pleasure, and he held back moans only so that the two of them would stay in the dark. Play sessions were the only time she got her arms and legs back for use, when she wasn’t bound up, of course.

Y’mhitra had spent the last week forced to crawl around on the floor, arms and legs tied against themselves. Y’sthola had been the one to enchant the pads to ensure there’d be no injuries from it, though that also met, she’d whined, that there also no limit to how long he made her stay this way. It had been intensely arousing watching her reduced to an animal(and fucking her whenever he pleased as she struggled underneath him), though the shine was starting to wear off. He felt guilty as well: she spent most of the day with nothing to do, and boredom wasn’t the point. He was calling it quits after this on the whole petgirl bit. Then they’d have a real heart to heart about how this week had gone, see if he’d found her limits or been given exactly what she’d wanted. Still, sitting there and being worshiped by the both of them, he couldn’t help but throw fuel on the fire.

“This seems as good a time as any to discuss the future of our little relationship. I’m not going to promise you a lot, but I will promise you this: only one of you will ever get to cum at a time. And you’ll always be competing for it.” The two girls froze, as the implications of what he just said settled in. “It’s going to be very interesting, seeing how you do. Knowing I’m always watching, always judging. Speaking of, you both seem to have stopped.”

The tongues started again immediately, and he felt a fresh hint of desperation in their movements. Yes, it would be pleasurable to see how they reacted in the coming days. But that was pleasure for later, he returned to the pleasure of the now as he felt his orgasm build. “Let’s start the contest simple: whoever has my dick in their mouth when I cum starts off ahead on the scales. Just be careful, I’d hate to have to penalize you for hurting me, after all.” He let their heads go and watched as they immediately attempted to get his dickhead into their mouthes, heedless of anything else. Yes, this would be fun indeed.
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