Reincarnated as a Phoenix

Chapter 209.5 – Possibilities (18+)

---Last reminder I could be gone for a while because of laptop problems. Guess you could call it a temporary hiatus but let's use break because that word is scary lol.

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You’ll never guess where me and the wife are right now? Come on, I’ll give you a second… we’re back in my void like head space! I mean, technically, we’re renting out a room and sitting upright together holding hands which is still kinda cute. The point is, we’re inside here because Aesa wanted something before we get into the pleasantries of tonight…

“You’ve got us both inside here Aesa, now what? If it’s for training purposes, you best know that ain’t happening”

<Ikarus is assuming nonsense once again, there’s a very valid reason why Aesa suggested visiting this place. Wait a second while Aesa messes around with the settings slightly…>

After Aesa finishes speaking, a loud robotic bootup sound plays like from one of those very old blocky computers. Whatever tinkering she’s doing, it’s making a hell of noise.

“Heh… you alright Aesa? Hmm… did you forget to wear clothes or something?”

After the computer sounds stop, Aesa forms in front of both of us, fully nude and not giving a care in the world. It feels like a lifetime since I last saw her, obviously now seeing too much of her. The fact seeing myself naked is still a turn doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.

“Negative Petra, Aesa just likes wife’s gaze fixated on this body hence the lack of clothing”

‘She really has too much honesty at times’

While I’m trying not to facepalm from something I could never say to the wife, Aesa slowly comes up to me and does something highly unexpected. The little shit decides to pinch a nipple out of the blue!

“Oi! The hell was that for?”

“To show Ikarus that the tinkering has been successful. After becoming heavenly, the ability -personal domain- responds differently and restrictions can now be removed. For all intents and purposes, the ability is now the exact same as a dungeon”

Since I like to overly explain things, I’ll keep this nice and simple for people who don’t understand why that painful pinch is a big deal. All feelings inside this place were heavily numbed and now, they’re not. If you can’t see the potential, then you still have loads to learn about us kinky birds…

With the snap of Aesa’s fingers, this lifeless void turns into a large room with two very distinctive tastes. The first is just a casual bedroom, kinda similar to our leader’s house. The second is of course… a bondage dungeon. It’s fully equipped with a sex swing, cages, a pillory, a spanking bench, basically anything pervy you can imagine is explicitly eighteen plus. She really couldn’t give a shit about foreplay it seems.

“C-Come on Aesa! Carrying a-around a portable sex dungeon? You know fully well you s-shouldn’t have shown us this!”

Freaking time is slowed inside here as well! This is dangerous for an entirely different reason; we might become sex fiends and never leave!

“Aesa was only showing off the possibilities Ikarus, it’s not on Aesa if you have no willpower”

“Eh… fair point I guess. For both the sake of our slutness level Petra, this place needs to be heavily restricted and only reser-… just kiss me a-already if you’re going to do that idiot”

“Heh… nope”

Instead of letting me come up with a fair way of making sure we don’t spend every night inside this place, Petra places her hands against my cheeks and very slowly goes in for the kiss…

Unfortunately, said kiss gets cut short when the wife abruptly heads to the robotic wife leaving me pouting.

“Heh… was this a cry for help Aesa? Or… is it slave for now?”

“Honestly wife… a little. Aesa was starting to feel a bit lonely down below”

‘Ya know… it’s odd that neither me or Petra realized we could just meet Aesa anytime inside this place. Guess none of us thought about it really’

Anyways… it seems like we’re now going down the BDSM route today… yay. I mean, winning that competition can be considered sort of a special occasion, right? Why am I trying to justify it? Maybe because I know exactly how this is going to lead if Petra’s in a playful mood today…

“So then, my pervy harem. Anyone got any ideas what we can do?”

“Heh… I may have an idea that could work Ikarus. I’ll need to add some more to this scene though”

‘Called it… she really can be terrifying at times’

Smiling like a madwoman, Petra starts to create two metal racks alongside each other. I say racks but it’s more like a partial cage that you crawl into and get locked into by your limbs and neck. Imagine a kinky bike rack that will keep the submissive fully secured in place on their knees… it’s obvious don’t know the freaking technical term for this

“Heh, close your eyes one second Ikarus and we can get started”

Doing as she says and then instantly regretting it, the embarrassment levels rise to the heavens as my clothes are instantly replaced for what Petra’s wishes them to be.

There’s cute, there’s sexy, even things that are quite slutty, what the hell does this come under though!?

“Petra… you w-went looking for porn back on Earth, didn’t-cha? A s-slutty cow suit? Really?”

Now introducing, Ikarus the cow! I may be lacking huge assets but I’ve got the ears and bell to count… that rings when I make any movement. That won’t get annoying fast.

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“Heh, you look freaking adorable Ikarus! You’ve been my pet before so it’s fine if we do it again, right?”

Petra actually seems to get a little excited from what she can see, might be down to all those other times she’s dressed me up but been blind to the end result. It’s not like I can turn her down she gets like this though. This stupid cow print bikini is definitely a whole new level of perversion.

“It’s j-just so revealing… you best know you’re getting something stupid as well!”

Not even giving her a chance to close her eyes, I’m picking out an outfit for the dominatrix so you best know it’ll be embarrassing! Or cute… or sexy…

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“Heh, inspirational Ikarus. The jokes right themselves”

‘That was a fuck up on a massive proportion. Subconsciously, I can’t help but make Petra look like that, I’ve even given her a whip as well!’

At first, my mind was thinking something cute like a princess. Then, I couldn’t help but fixate on her flowing dark hair and that lead onto a fairytale princess who got poisoned by a witch. Petra would obviously make a really sexy witch and since she’s got that scary domme vibe, it made this.

“What about Aesa though? Aesa needs something as well”

‘A lowly system wants to join in only to find the domme has no need for the waste of space… okay, I need to calm it otherwise I’m going to get too excited now’

“After giving my hiding spot away yesterday, a lowly slave like you isn’t deserving of clothes. Maybe something can be arranged if you realize the position you’re in… heh”

Within a split second, the slave drops to her knees and shows an eagerness even I could never match. Petra’s mistress persona nearly breaks as well when she takes a seat on Aesa’s back.

‘This should be really hot to watch… except, all this reminds me of is that freaking mage Leone!’

That time I got forced as a seat to my bullying mentor. Thankfully, the seat sitting doesn’t last too long when Petra realizes I’m looking away not interested in this and decides to give the slave some clothing.

I say clothing loosely, all Aesa is getting is a collar, some animal ears and a cute tail. The tail takes a little longer to prepare since it’s one of those sexual ones with a plug that needs a little TLC before it can enter. Not that it takes long because Aesa is known for enjoying said pain that comes along with things like this.

“O-Ouch… Aesa l-likes this”

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‘Guess I’m the cow and Aesa is the pup today. Honestly think I’d be less embarrassed wearing nothing at all really’

“Now my two pets, I don’t want to hear anything unless it’s to speak in your native tongue. Think you can give it a go?”

“Woof!”

“…”

Shaking my head towards the wife, there’s no way in hell I’m freaking mooing! Don’t care if Aesa’s already into it, I ain’t doing it!

“Heh, good girl Aesa… bad Ikarus”

Regardless of my reluctance to fully embrace the role and not feeling distraught at all from being called bad, Petra gives Aesa a quick head pat making me pout even more. I’m still not going to moo! Although, I’m slowly getting tempted…

Thankfully, the head pat doesn’t last too long as Petra takes the lead and guides us towards the bondage racks. Gonna have to climb inside this myself because this is a little tricky.

Being lubed up with some oil or butter would make this much easier but nevertheless, I get into the kinky bike rack easily enough. Once fully inside however, the dominatrix witch comes to my side and starts to fix me in place with metal cuffs that attach to several anchor points. Never understand why being restrained is a turn on but fuck knows it gets my motor going.

In the end once my wrists, ankles and neck are all connected to those points, I’m completely left at anyone’s mercy on my knees in a kneeling position unable to even scratch my nose if I wanted.

Petra gets around to doing Aesa while I try to fight my restraints a little, only to find there’s no leeway and I’m completely fixed on all fours with my knees against the floor. I’m completely at my captor’s mercy and there’s nothing I can do about it except get even more turned on knowing what’s happening, I can’t even touch myself like this. The neck cuff itself keeps my posture high so my breasts might as well be a million miles away.

After getting Aesa fixed into the same position, she begins to slide Aesa’s rack over here so we’re now directly facing each other like an obnoxious mirror where one of us is a dog while the other is a cow. The fucking wife man, she didn’t have to do that but she knows it’ll be more of a turn on seeing your own clone body looking like this.

“Heh, you’re really going to enjoy this my little cow. Can you guess what this is? You can moo the answer Ikarus”

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‘Oh shit… she’s such a degenerate and I really shouldn’t love her this much’

What Petra now pulls out is three pump looking devices connected to a metallic canister of sorts that appears to have a dial on it. Unfortunately for my suspense, I’ve got an idea what this might be and considering the outfit I’ve got on, it makes complete sense…

To put it in simple terms, this is something that gets used for milking…

“Heh, bad Ikarus… maybe this’ll get you mooing along”

‘Stop calling me bad damn it! I don’t want to moo yet-, fuck! That’s i-intense!’

Since the pumps are ready to go, Petra undoes my cow print biking and places the first two right on my mountain peaks, and then the last where the tip of the forbidden fruit is located by moving my underwear slightly lower down.

This squeezing sensation is indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that may be the S tier if we’re talking about nipple play.

Once the milking begins, I’m already starting to shake as Petra turns to Aesa to sort her predicament out. Every pump feels like a pinch and combine that with the sensitivity my piercings produce, it’s a wonderful experience that may be a little much even for me.

I can barely feel the one she’s placed on my clit, that’s just how overwhelming this sensation up above is. It’s like the cherry on top of the cake, it’s not needed but it’ll still make me cum regardless.

“Heh… I’ve got a choice for you slave. You can join your brethren with the pumps or… would this whip be more enticing?”

“The whip! Ah, sorry mistress… woof!”

Without even giving it a chance to think, Aesa loses her composure when the chance to experience pain presents itself. Freaking painslut man, even I’m struggling a little with the painful burning feeling coursing through my nipples. This pumping is next level.

“Heh, little eager aren’t we? You’ll have to wait now because of that… Ikarus? Ready to give me a moo just yet?”

Returning to the milking machine, Petra switches up the pumping again which in turn causes me to immediately lose all composure. There’s no resistance to this, I’m cuming whether I’m allowed to or not…

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‘Urghhh… f-fucking hell’

Still vibing through the violent yet blissful orgasmic woes, Petra decides to switch up the pump again! The sensitivity is already becoming overwhelming and it’ll only get worse in a second when the post orgasm stuff me like a truck…

“Moo for me Ikarus, you know you want to. I’ll turn it down a little if you do”

‘Oh God… she’s pure evi-, fuck!’

“M-M-Moo…”

“Good girl Ikarus! As a reward, you can cum again”

Instead of turning it down, Petra freaking turns the milking machine up even more and starts to rub on my horns as well! Fuck fuck fuck…

“Mhmmmoo-mhm…”

While I’m coming my brains out from this heightened sensitivity that is only getting worse, the sound of whipping echoes throughout my realm as Petra leaves me and begins breaking in the pup.

Not like I can really pay attention to it; Aesa may be straight ahead of me but I can only focus on these stupid pumps right now. It’s so close to me yet so far out of reach. This setting is way too high… urghhhhh…

“Urghhh…”

“Heh, what was that pup?”

“W-Woof!”

That cracking as the pain causes Aesa to lose all sense of control and literally after four strokes, she joins me spasming and spraying all over the floor. Guess my system gets off watching me being milked then, there’s no way she’d finish this quickly without a little visual stimulation to go alongside the pain.

Even while she’s cuming her brains out, the sadistic witch still continues to give the slave a right beating, aiming each stroke of the whip right against her cheeks.

“Woooofff… u-urgh!”

“Heh, guess this bitch really is in heat. Pace yourself or you won’t get anymore!”

“W-Woof…”

And again, Aesa has no chance to compose herself as Petra strikes the whip in a place that is not meant for pain. I just don’t get it, how the hell can she cum from being whipped there!? That looked like it landed right between her legs.

Regardless of this, the sound of moaning only sends me further off the sensitivity edge and the pumping still keeps relentlessly looking for milk that just isn’t there. My eyes might as well be at the back of my head right now, I can’t do this anymore…

“M-Moooooo”

“Heh, good girl Ikarus! Let’s keep it going until we find some milk, shall we?”

‘I know she’s only playing for the scene but fuck! I just can’t stop this anymore!’

The sensation has gotten to the point where every second feels like I’m experiencing that post nut sensitivity. The pleasure is getting unbearable… it’s to the point where this might be too much…

“P-Petra… I can’t anymore… c-chubby”

For what might be the first time ever, I’ve found my limit and have to use our safeword I’ve only ever used once before. The previous time doesn’t really count because that was down to a mindfuck she did. Assumed I was going to be left alone in that pillory but it actually wasn’t locked… getting distracted. Point is, my nipples are on fire!

At first, this was really enjoyable but the sensitivity is getting to the point where it’s becoming painful. It’s not helping that I feel like I’m in constant orgasm from this, I can’t even tell if I’m in one right now! I can’t stop shaking!

‘I love her so much’

Not that I was expecting anything differently, Petra immediately breaks the scene by stopping the pumping machine and begins to free me from my torment. It’s still the horny kinda of torture but that could’ve gotten to the point where it isn’t enjoyable anymore.

“Too much Ikarus? It’s too much sensitivity, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yeah… down below, b-barely feel that. Up above, it’s… fuck!”

As she takes one of the milkers off my breasts, the intense sensitivity results in one huge orgasm that nearly makes me pass out right there. Just for that explosion alone was worth getting overwhelmed.

‘Urghhh… this feeling is pure ecstasy’

Despite seeing me positively glowing, Petra realizes swiftly pulling it off wasn’t the way to go and takes the second one off very slowly in attempt to help me from blacking out… not that it makes a lick difference though. I’m still cuming from that pervious one…

“*Huff huff*… p-phew…”

“Heh… everything okay now Ikarus? You okay if I continue with Aesa for a little longer after I get you out? She’s in a strange place right now”

Not realizing the state Aesa is in due to my nipples being a torturous mess, I think she’s still feeling the pain and is in orgasm even now. Slightly hard to tell with the wife giving me a quick kiss as well while I’m still restrained.

It’s looks like she’s unconscious but at the same time, fully conscious and enjoying every second with the pain still radiating across her backside. Her eyes being closed but her face smiling like a dope really says it all right.

“S-Sure, all good… can stay h-here longer If you want. It was only the sensitivity around my breasts really”

‘Might also close my eyes for a little bit… I’m basically spent now…’

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“Heh, all good now Ikarus? Aesa’s completely spent as well”

Now completely exhausted after both being freed from our kinky bike racks, me and Aesa lie side by side as we process just what happened. I’m mostly trying to stop the sensitivity throbbing in my nipples while Aesa smiles like a dope in a place I cannot fathom.

I think I’ve heard of a subspace place before, is that what’s she in? It looks fun but kinda like she’s on drugs as well… I might’ve experienced something like it before but that was the time Aesa went relentless and I couldn’t stop cuming.

“You know Petra… couldn’t I have just broken out of that at any time?”

Now being in my post nut clarity stage, I’ve just realized we were less restrained than you may think. All three of us have complete power inside this place and getting out would’ve been as easy as just deleting the stage. It kinda seems less hot knowing that escape is that easy now.

“Heh, you could’ve Ikarus. Either one of you could’ve swapped places with me, or even added a station for me if you really wanted. And yet, you both didn’t. Just two perfect submissives really”

Petra’s clearly mocks with that last bit because even she is looking radiant after watching the display both us animals produced. I’d normally want to argue about it but all the evidence backs up her point.

“Yeah yeah… you can have a turn being milked then if you want. Personally, I wouldn’t recommend it”

Instead of getting an answer in the form of words, I get her crouching down in a squat, giving me a slight panty shot before receiving a big ol’sloppy kiss.

“Heh, you still enjoyed it, right Ikarus? It’s nice that you trusted me to stop it myself though”

“Y-Yeah, stupid s-safeword, it’s just the insane sensitivity really. Even now, they still feel like they’re on fire…”