COMMISSION: Stiffed and Stuffed ch.3

Author's Notes: Another of these! Prooobably be the last one that goes on Patreon, but they'll still be accessible, of course. 

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Ownership of Qiyana had proven unexpectedly rewarding. Not only was the runt proving to be a pleasantly pliable, durable fucktoy, now that most of the guards and servants had been fired, the manor now more or less belonged to Samira – as long as she was willing to impose the threat of not giving Qiyana the cock she so craved, she had the girl wrapped around her finger. This new amount of space, comfort, and consistency was a refreshing change of pace from the life of the aimless wanderer and mercenary, and being able to avail herself of Qiyana and her servants whenever she liked was icing on the cake, even if the sellsword could already feel a sense of wanderlust creeping back under her skin.

It was certain – an inevitability – that Samira would eventually feel the need to set back out into the desert in search of adventure and coin, even if Qiyana’s estate continued to serve as a sort of headquarters. The ‘empress of the elements’ would like be more of an annoyance than an asset on such an excursion, however enjoyable a pet she was in a domestic setting, and it was this thought that had Samira pondering the future, and her options. Eventually, Qiyana would need a caretaker besides Samira herself, someone who could keep her in check and satisfy her ‘needs,’ and it would be wise to orchestrate such an arrangement before it became an immediate necessity. Examining the manor over the past few days had uncovered a very interesting option for just such an arrangement, too – Qiyana had sisters. A rather unusual amount of sisters.

With only a bit of further investigation, it had been simple enough to find their addresses, and the time came to write a few letters. Even if only a few got back to her, it would provide some very amusing future circumstances that Samira couldn’t wait to see. This brought her to Qiyana’s study (now ostensibly Samira’s study) on the top floor of the estate, sitting at large, engraved desk, carved from cocobolo and inlaid with polished tortoise shell, perched on a stuffed, high-back chair of the same wood. The mercenary was nude but for her jewelry, as she had largely been the past few days, rarely having purpose to get dressed before either Qiyana’s libido or her own got the better of one of them.

With one leg perched up on the edge of the chair, Samira scribbled letter after letter, her penmanship not quite as handsome as the bevy of princesses were likely accustomed to. The letters were not subtle in their offer or intent – better to be blunt up-front and let the invitation be declined, than to have a bothersome mishap later on, potentially disrupting the… momentum… of this entire affair. “That’s five finished,” Samira sighed to herself, shaking out her hand and wrist to get the muscles to stop cramping. Despite her experience with sword- and gun-play, writing was not among her strongest suits, and the ache of continued effort was setting in rapidly.

That ache, though, found itself offset by a sudden pleasure – the sensation of soft lips wrapping around one of her balls from beneath the desk, a quiet, greedy moan echoing around it. Samira winced, letting out a soft coo of contentment. The slack length of her girlcock flexed and bobbed slightly as the sensation stirred it to life, and Samira dropped her pen, glancing beneath the desk (and between her own legs) for a look at the culprit, finding the familiar face of Qiyana, naked and visibly groggy, as if she’d woken up from a nap and the very first thought in her mind had been of Samira’s nuts. “Mmph… nllmm….”

“Well, well, someone’s finally learning their place,” Samira stifled a little chuckle, reaching down to run a few fingers through Qiyana’s pale, disheveled hair, coaxing the girl to shift from one ball to the other.

“Mph… m’not–” Qiyana attempted to form a protest, but quickly became distracted, latching her lips around the other smooth orb and suckling at it contentedly. This, of course, wasn’t an act of subservience – that would be ridiculous for someone of her station and temperament – but merely an act of claim and expression of desire. She was sucking Samira’s balls because she wanted them in her mouth, not out of some desperate desire to tempt the sellsword into ravaging her tight asshole with that thick, hard dick. To even consider something like that could be the case was… well, frankly, it was silly.

“It would be smart to teach you to use your mouth a little better,” Samira mused aloud, stretching out and draping one arm over the back of her chair, the other hand still resting on the top of Qiyana’s head. Little smears of lipstick now decorated Samira’s sack as the smaller girl restless lapped and sucked at it, but right now, that wasn’t where she was wanted. Samira had another plan for her. “Let’s move you a little bit… lower.” Slouching back a bit in her chair, the bronze-skinned mercenary spread her legs a bit farther apart, now providing plenty of room for Qiyana to operate. As she slumped lower, though, she also began to guide the little tyrant’s head downward, then pulled firmly at the back of it, stuffing Qiyana’s face straight into her backside. “Before I show you how to properly suck dick, let’s make sure you have some experience eating ass.”

“Outrageous,” Qiyana sputtered, pulling back a bit and accidentally bumping her head on the bottom of the desk. “I’m royalty, there’s no way I’ll be reduced to… to that, remember that you’re only here because I allow it, ruffian!”

“Oh? That’s a shame,” Samira sighed, adjusting her slowly-hardening girldick so that it lay beautifully against the dense, gleaming muscles of her belly. “I was considering fucking you after this, but I suppose one of your maids will have to do. I’ve had my eye on that tall one for a few days, now, so–”

“W-wait! If you’re… I mean, if you think you want to…” Qiyana hesitated, seeming suddenly crazed, one hand sneaking behind her own body to stuff a finger, then a second, into her own asshole, relishing the sensation but withering under the tragic certainty that she could never replace Samira’s cock. She had no choice – she had to play ball. Or, more specifically, she had to stop playing with Samira’s balls and dedicate herself to eating the woman’s ass, a position Qiyana considered to be decidedly beneath her, but the alternative wasn’t something she had the will to bear.

After a moment of hesitation, Qiyana scooted a bit farther out from under the desk, pursuing Samira’s more relaxed position and trailing the tip of her tongue delicately around the ring of the sellsword’s smooth, dusky back entrance, cooing quietly as she put her mouth to work. With Samira’s full balls resting on top of her nose, Qiyana teased and explored, slow and shallow at first, but growing bolder as she realized the warrior’s asshole tasted much like the rest of her, spicy and musky, almost intoxicating, filling her senses as her tongue navigated cautiously through every fin and crinkle, teasing against the entrance itself but never truly threatening to breach it.

“Mmmn, there we go… not bad… I thought this was your first time?”

“Mmphh mhhm!” Qiyana tried to protest, but Samira’s hand at the back of her head prevented her from pulling back far enough to do so. Despite not having chosen this for herself, she felt her arousal beginning to quickly mount, only aided by her own fingers easing in and out of her asshole – not quite enough to get her tiny dick hard, but enough to fill her body with a pleasant buzz of excitement.

“Well, while you’re down there, I think it’s time to give you a lesson on properly sucking cock, rather than just getting throatfucked, don’t you agree?”

Qiyana’s heart leapt for a moment, anticipating that Samira was going to give her a reprieve from eating her ass and let her get her lips all over that thick, juicy shaft, which had been brought almost to full hardness by the tanned runt’s tongue. Elation turned to confusion, then disappointment, when she realized that this was very much not what Samira had meant, her eyes focusing on the mercenary as she scooted back, bent forward, and brought her own lips to the head of her throbbing girldick.

The turn of events was not necessarily one Qiyana had expected, but she did find herself rather enthralled. Samira’s body proved to be as flexible as it was powerful, easily slipping the end of her cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it in slow, smooth motions, warming herself up while she continued to enjoy the sensation of Qiyana licking and kissing at her asshole. Most surprising – or perhaps impressive – was the familiarity the desert warrior seemed to have with her own throbbing boner, suggesting that this was a regular pastime, if not her preferred means of getting herself off. She showed genuine technique, coating her girlcock with saliva and suckling at the sides, then tip, then slipping her tongue under her foreskin to coat and massage her most sensitive areas. “Mmmmghhhm…” Samira moaned around herself, only now beginning to go a little deeper, engulfing her shaft fully between her lips and going nearly halfway down, far enough that her single dark eye could make direct contact with Qiyana’s.

It was challenging to push through her own arousal and her fascination with the way Samira was pleasuring herself, and actually take note of the technique. After all, Samira had referred to this as a ‘lesson,’ so she may be displeased if Qiyana went away without having learned anything. And, of course, she wanted as much skill as possible if she wanted to properly pleasure her mistre– err, properly incentivize her servant into fulfilling Qiyana’s own needs. That’s all this was about. She needed to keep Samira more-or-less satisfied so she could use that hot, slippery, pulsating cock to fuck Qiyana’s soul out, it didn’t matter if she was adored, worshiped, submitted to. Right?

Qiyana was brought back to reality by a flick to her forehead, only now realizing that she’d become distracted and started slacking in her duties. “No drifting off, princess,” Samira purred, her free hand now massaging one of her own breasts, fingers teasing her nipple piercing back and forth, while the other hand pulled Qiyana back where she belonged – with her face stuffed in the other woman’s ass, tongue lapping and smashing against the snug hole.

“Mmphh…!” the squat little brat whimpered, looking back up to see Samira take her own cock back into her mouth, though more eagerly now, as if she was getting closer to cumming. A sense of rare determination swelled in Qiyana’s chest – she wanted to bring Samira at least as much pleasure as Samira was able to bring herself, and with the way this desert brute was going at it, that would take a bolder approach. Taking a deep breath, Qiyana pushed her tongue against, and finally into, the other woman’s wet hole, fingers frantically thrusting in and out of her own ass as fast as she could as she explored Samira’s insides, drawing a long, muffled wail of appreciation from the mercenary. Emboldened, Qiyana sat on her knees as well as she was able, bringing her free hand to the base of Samira’s shaft and starting to rapidly stroke it up and down, providing coverage for the length of cock too far down for the woman’s silky red lips to reach.

“Nnrph… mmlllh…!” Samira groaned around herself, closing her eye and pushing as deep as she was able, all thoughts vanishing from her mind as she focused purely on what she was feeling, the sensation of Qiyana’s tongue obediently delving into her sensitive asshole while she greedily sucked and bobbed at her own pulsating girldick, taking it as deep down her throat as she was able. Her lashes fluttered, and her good eye rolled back into its socket, a series of spasms shooting through Samira’s body as she took the first few pumps of her own hot cum into her mouth. She swallowed hard, then pulled back with a gasp, letting a third shot hit her face, a fourth splatter across her left breast, and the final two lace across the heaving muscles of her belly, rivulets of seed gradually filling the natural canals of her abs.

Seizing her opportunity, Qiyana let her tongue trail upward, from Samira’s asshole, back to her balls, along the length of her cock, until she was sitting up on her knees, one elbow resting on either of the other woman’s thigh. Leaning in, she planted her lips on the mercenary’s belly, letting out a soft moan as she kissed, sucked, and lapped at the sticky strands of spunk, cooing and groaning like a woman who had been dying of hunger and was only just now being fed. “Mllmn… uunhh…” she whimpered as she frantically fingered herself, cheeks reddening as the taste of Samira’s hot cum brought her closer and closer to climax. Having lapped up every drop of the bigger woman’s seed, she opened her mouth, showing Samira that not a trace of it remained.

“Mm, good girl,” Samira cooed, offering a bit of mild praise in place of the greater reward she knew she was about to deny. The two words, though, proved to be sufficient, drawing a frenzied whine from the smaller girl – accompanied by the soft sound of a weak, watery jet of cum shooting from Qiyana’s half-soft girldick and splattering across the floor.

“Hnnngh…” Qiyana winced, shuddering in place, her face still planted against Samira’s stomach. As she came down from the high of her orgasm, though, her neediness quickly began to creep back in, and after a moment, she looked back up at the other woman, the defiance in her eyes beginning to break, a pleading expression threatening to soon take its place. “I… I did what you want, are… c-can you fuck my ass now?”

Arching a brow, Samira propped one leg back up, toes curling over the chair seat’s edge. “Hmm. Say ‘please.’”

Qiyana’s cheeks puffed in an indignant pout. “I’ll do no such thing! I only… debased myself like this because you said you’d fuck me afterwards, and I expect you to hold up your end of the agreement!”

“As you held up yours, when we first met?” Samira deflected.

“That’s… th-that’s different! You have to fuck me!”

“As you may have figured out by now, I do as I please… and right now, I have four more letters to write.” Samira used one foot to nudge Qiyana back under the desk, then scooted forward, her saliva-slick girlcock hanging enticingly just over the edge of the chair, between those powerful thighs. Qiyana let out a crazed whine, squirming in place, but tragically, she had no real power in this situation. She couldn’t force Samira to do what she wanted, and even if she could, she’d risk earning the woman’s ire, and potentially coaxing her into leaving. That couldn’t happen.

Letting out a wheeze of annoyance, the bottom-heavy shortstack did what a good pet should do – curled up at her mistress’s feet, clinging gently to one leg, letting Samira know physically if not verbally that she was devoted and loyal. If she had to be a good girl to get rewarded, then… well, she had to be a good girl.

Her needs seen to and her mind cleared, Samira settled back into her letter-writing – nine letters, one for each of Qiyana’s elder sisters. Who knew which, or how many, would answer, but Samira couldn’t wait to find out.

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“Nnh, please, n-no, I’m warmed up enough, I need it now…!” Qiyana whined, pinned to the bed with her hands cuffed behind her back, on her knees with her ass in the air. Kneeling around her were three of her handmaidens – or, well, ex-handmaidens, rehired by Samira using Qiyana’s money as a new style of servant – nude but for gauzy, transparent shifts that did not quite reach the the middle of the upper thigh. Their nipples were as visible as if they were nude, the silhouette of half-hard girldicks dangling between their thighs as the bronze maidens brought their tongues to work on Qiyana’s asshole, crowded around her so that they could all lick and kiss at her sensitive hole at once.

A week had passed since Samira had written the letters, and far longer since Samira’s initial encounter with her sexually indentured benefactor and part-time girlpet. Properly taming her had proven a refreshing challenge – even at her most desperate, the self-styled ‘empress’ behaved as though she were commanding a servant, and it had taken a delicate balance of denial and reward to keep her compliant. “Who said this was for you?” Samira purred, slouching on an overstuffed ruby-red sofa in the corner of Qiyana’s bedroom, casually stroking her own cock as she enjoyed the show. “I want to see you wiggle and squirm… and want you properly wet and quivering for when I take your ass.”

Clenching her eyes shut, and her fingers in the sheets, Qiyana let out another whimper – though one of resolution, not of pleading. Pleasure, of course, was another factor; just because she craved dick, didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying the sensation of three tongues at once lapping and swirling around her asshole, a pair of lips occasionally kissing or suckling at her tiny balls while Samira enjoyed the show. She would have never known, a month ago, what an insatiable anal slut she would become, able to cum repeatedly from only attention to her asshole. Even when she was alone (or being purposefully neglected by Samira), she found herself rubbing or fingering her own little hole, waiting for her next opportunity to be licked, fingered, fisted, toyed, or (preferably) fucked.

“Nn… hnnngh… p-please, come on, I need your cock…” Qiyana wailed, her begging half-muffled by pillows, but it proved to be good enough. Such an open, unprompted display of desperation was rare for Qiyana, and deserved to be rewarded – plus, Samira had been watching this little show for some time now, casually stroking her cock and teasing at her own nipples as she did so, and the sight of that tight, wet, upturned little ass had finally become too great a temptation to resist any longer.

Standing from her seat, Samira sauntered over to the edge of the bed, shooing the handmaidens out of the way but not banishing them entirely, something they now understood as silent instruction to remain present, but change focus to a more passive, ‘supportive’ role. Getting out of the way, two of the girls clung gently to Samira’s sides, while the third lay on her side in front of Qiyana, giving the smaller girl someone to lean against or paw at for the inevitable fucking to come.

“Don’t worry, little thing; I’ll be gentle,” Samira purred as she sidled up behind the ‘empress,’ lining up the tip of her stiff, hot girldick with the girl’s wet asshole, the little entrance tensing and relaxing with anticipation and eagerness.

“N-no! You don’t have to be gentle, just… just give it to me, a-as hard as you want!” Qiyana quickly let loose an entirely-expected protest, causing Samira to grin smugly to herself. It was rare that someone found a buttslut this crazed, a fact the mercenary planned to savor for some while. Without any further teasing, she leaned forward, laying both hands on Qiyana’s hips and pushing into her, spearing inch after inch of throbbing dick into that tiny little hole, spreading and stretching it out as Qiyana’s petite body was filled up. “Nnngh… UuGH…!”

“Mmh, you’re clenching up wonderfully,” Samira traced her fingertips down Qiyana’s back, thrusting in deep, drawing back, and ramming her way back in. Each thrust brought a surge of pleasure for both women, and in only a few moments, Samira had found her way into a smooth, steady rhythm, ramming the entirety of her cock up Qiyana’s asshole with every forward pump of her hips, starting to go faster and faster with each rotation.

Finally getting what she wanted, Qiyana’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, back arching, only seeming more delighted when Samira grabbed her firmly, but cautiously by the sides of her throat, lifting her up so that she was sitting upright on her knees, her thick little thighs spread apart and her soft, useless little dick wobbling uselessly in lazy ovals each time the mercenary would stuff herself back up the heiress’s ass. “Nnh… ahhHh, ffuccKkk…!”

The sound of a doorbell came as something of a surprise, if not enough of one for Samira to cease her deep, relentless pounding. “Answer that,” she growled at one of the servants, currently licking and sucking at Samira’s breast, and the waifish girl nodded, backing up and crawling off of the bed. Samira resumed her non-stop railing off Qiyana’s rear – a thin strand of precum now leaking from the smaller woman’s limp girldick – as the servant raced off to answer the door. A few moments passed, and several figures followed the handmaiden back up the stairs to the bedroom.

There were five in all, to be precise, each of Ixtali lineage and bearing a distinct family resemblance – though some a great deal more than others – with that resemblance extending to Qiyana. There was no doubt that these were some, though not all, of the elder Yunalai sisters.

“Ahh, I see someone’s finally put Qiyana in her place,” one of the sisters said, walking in with hands on hips, her presence more commanding than the others. She, like all the others, was taller and less pear-shaped than Qiyana, though she was also more statuesque than the other sisters – likely the eldest of all those present, and potentially of all the Yunalai sisters. Curvaceous and a bit muscular, her skin was a shade darker than Qiyana’s, her platinum hair worn in a high, imperious ponytail. This, though she had not yet formally introduced herself, was Xona Yunalai. “I suppose I’ll have to extend my thanks.”

“And mine as well,” nodded the second sister, the shortest and slimmest of those present, though still a few inches taller than the sister currently hilted on Samira’s dick. One half of her head was shaved, while the rest of her hair was worn long and straight, rows of piercings lining her ears and eyebrows, with a few smaller ones along her left nostril. This was Selia Yunalai. “It’s good to finally see this pest put to good use – though I’m surprised she’d surrender her ass to you, or anyone. She always was so flighty and selfish.”

“Oh, it’s more than just surrender at this point,” Samira leered, picking up the pace of her thrusts and holding a red-faced Qiyana tightly, ensuring that she could be seen, especially as her tiny, bouncing girldick began to spurt several thin streams of cum onto the bed, brought to orgasm from the shame, the choking, and the sheer, unceasing anal ecstasy. “She begs for my cock, now… and as you can see, cums from that alone.”

“So cute!” came three voices at once, the outcry shared by the three remaining sisters, these ones sharing a far greater resemblance than the others. Ria, Roxa, and Riqala were the Yunalai’s only set of triplets, more slender and pale than their other siblings, but exactly identical to one another. Their lighter skin and piercing, dark violet eyes gave them a distinct appearance, each of them long-stemmed and wearing platinum pigtails. “But it must be so embarrassing, getting off just from being fucked…” one of them said, continued by the second, “she’s a total buttslut now!” The third finished the sentiment; “I always knew it!”

“Oh, you don’t know it yet,” Samira purred, caressing the hair of a now-panting, exhausted Qiyana, still hilted in her plump butt. “Not like you will soon.”

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