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Hey Everyone ^.^

Been a long time since I've posted I know... I've been very busy at work with my Job, etc.

Yet today I finally found some motivation to draw something.

Hope you enjoy the smutty goodness! :)

(I've really gotta redownload photoshop >.<)

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The Mistress' Chamber.

The girls must clean and dust, quick and fast, lest they displease Mistress. "Chop chop girls Mistress might be coming soon!", one would scream, "Oh I h-hope Mistress... I hope she c-chooses me...", another would mewl. "Pffft hehe you?! No! ... Mistress will choose me!". The girls scrambled and cleaned the chamber, a large steel and concrete vault, formed in steel and stained in the violet energies of the void. Pillows, beds and couches littered the huge room in no particular order.

The girls scrubbed and dashed about the room, frenzied and panicked, dozens of them using filthy, damp rags to try and mop up the stains and spills from their own loins; the thick splurge of feminine musk and cum clung to the air of the chamber. The pure energy of the void drove the girls mad with pure lust. Shelves and hooks lined the walls, covered in all manner of toys, straps, leather, harnesses and devices. While Mistress was away the girls would fall prey to their own desires and indulge in one another, rubbing, licking, sucking and tasting till the flesh was raw and stinging.

The Mistress didn't care if they used her toys or the furniture, it amused her. However, the Mistress demanded only one thing, that whenever she return home, her personal chamber be spotless and immaculately clean, a task nearly impossible to accomplish for normal humans; the constant orgy, the squeals and moans, the liquid sprays of orgasm upon orgasm only made the cleanse much harder. Mistress would always return unannounced, of course it is her home, why should she have to announce herself? The girls knew when Mistress was coming, they could smell her distinct scent from their own, it invaded their noses and clawed at their minds, driving them insane with an unchallenged desire to serve their Mistress. Often Mistress would discard her armour in the halls leading to the chamber, letting the tormented slaves of the palace take and repair her garb, plate and straps; The Palace of her Lord, Vai'Pre.

Once Mistress was close, the girls knew they only had mere seconds before she would burst through the doors. The echoing sound of her hefty Succubus cock slapping against her thighs with each sway of her voluptuous and perfect rear reigned a shuddering tingle of fear and excitement down each girl's spine. Who would Mistress punish this time? Who would forget their chores? Who would be unclean...?

The Mistress had punishments for those that did not keep themselves and her chamber clean. With a simple sniff she could determine each droplet of sweat, cum and tears; and whom they belonged to. There were varying degrees of punishment, each more enjoyable for Mistress than the last. Minor offences or first time offences would lead to mere spankings, chokings or other forms of quick torture. More severe punishments would often include mutilation or more commonly, tearing out the girl's hair. The 'quality' and 'aptitude' of each girl could be determined by their hair; girl's with patchy hair or bloody, bare patches of skin on their head were either new to the chamber or pushing their luck. Girls with short ragged hair were those that sometimes made an honest mistake. Girls with longer, healthier hair were those that had become so driven to please their Mistress that they often resisted the urge to join the Orgy, simply so that they wouldn't leave a mess and get punished.

Of course if Mistress caught any of the girls still enjoying themselves or touching her toys when she arrived, there were fatal consequences. Often the apprehended girl would be shown off in front of her peers, teased and humiliated, before being devoured... in one manner or another... Never to be seen or heard from again, only to adorn their Mistress as lump of fat on her thighs, ass or breasts... and to be squeezed from her rump as a steaming, eviscerated pile of shit and crunched bone; to be cleaned up by the remaining girls.

The girls that obeyed Mistress and were always good would receive gifts, some would be lucky enough to touch Mistress and massage her tired body. Others would be even luckier, being ordered to suck and lick the sweat off of her toes and feet; or to lick her rear end clean, their entire head momentarily being lost between the mass and insatiable musk of her beautiful ass-cheeks, to polish and shine her twitching pucker... sometimes right after she had just 'dumped' one of their friends. The girls did not question or complain when being 'rewarded' with one of the lowly cleaning tasks, in-fact it was often dreamed about by each girl, being ever so lucky as to simply kiss their Mistress' feet, or to have the honour of having their lips caress the depths of her rear.

Yet, there were some girls, the best and brightest of each bunch that would excel above all the rest, there were only ever 2 or 3 of them every century or so. These girls were entrusted and rewarded with the task of pleasuring their Mistress. Some would even be given their own personal toys as a gift for their long servitude... and survival.

There was no food in the chamber, ever, or water... The girls only source of sustenance came from their Mistress and her body. On rare-occasions. if she could be bothered she would bring a leather sack of water and toss it to the girls, for them to fight over. Yet the only true way to quench their thirst was to lick the sweat from their Mistress during cleanup. The luckier girls would have Mistress use them as her own personal urinal whenever she needed to go. Even the most humiliating forms of survival were thought of as "honorary" to each slave girl, their mind's so broken and their bodies so dependant on their Mistress that they even resulted to sometimes eating the "leftovers" of their former friends... after Mistress was done with them of course.

The best girls would also get the best food from Mistress, whether it be milk from her breast, or milk from her cock. It was considered the highest privilege and honour to have the Mistress cum onto you. Some girl's would go their entire servitude without knowing the pure joy and ecstatic rush of pleasure of their Mistress' seed. They would lick their lips in hunger and thirst at the sight of their gifted friend as their Mistress' cock burst forth torrents of pure-white cum in mass amounts, sometimes leaving the lucky girl with a bulging, sloshing gut of semen. Those girls were the plumpest and healthiest, their skin actually bright and healthy with colour, their breasts and ass jiggling with fat... whilst the others were slim and skinny, near skin and bone from the constant orgy and malnutrition. Some of the weaker girls would literally fuck each other to the point of death, due to dehydration and starvation... Yet each time Mistress returned home, her chamber would be mostly clean, filled with dozens of new girls and stinking of sex... only fading memories of the lost girls, and the stains that they left on the steel, truly remained. Thus was the nature of the Mistress' Chamber.

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