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Tyreen waved a hand at you, a wall of screens behind her, all wonderful grisly scenes sent to her, for her pleasure. "You're...Ivy hm? Eridium Tier donator and several wonderful uhm. I want to call them corpse collages?" You nodded bashful, she got them! "They're lovely really, but my question for you is, why would you want to come here now? You've done so much for me, why risk it all? You get to see me just the same through your screens." You shook your head lightly
"The screens are. Nothing like being in your presence my Queen." She chuckled
"A little devoted there aren't you." You nodded quickly, simply in awe. “Well then, what are you looking to do? It probably needs to be fast if it’s skin to skin contact, you don’t seem to be the beefiest, so you’ll probably drain quickly.”
“I understand, can I be under you my Queen?” She nodded and you kneeled before her, before you felt her hard boot driving into your gut, keeling you over, and she pressed backwards, forcing you flat on the ground. She stared down at you, her eyes now having a hard edge
“As I recall, I am the Queen here, so subject, you really think you get to ask for things?” You gasped out, her foot crushing your lungs, driving the air from you
“No….my Queen.” She smirked
“That’s better.” She raised her foot and drove it down again, a dual wave spreading out across your body, the pain of the compression, your ribs being crushed, lungs compacted, and the pleasure you drew from the smile you saw on her face. She was enjoying using you, and it was all you ever wanted. She was your God Queen, and you were her devoted subject, to live and die at her command. This was your place. She raised her sole, and planted it lower, between your legs, and driving her weight down onto it. You had to bite back a moan, thighs trembling as she stamped on your crotch, before grinding it underfoot. That motion made you start to tremble all over, panting. Your legs began to close instinctually and she stepped off you. You whimpered at the loss of sensation, and she responded “Then keep yourself wide open for me.” You nodded quickly, willing, and she slammed her foot back down, heel grinding against your balls, your hands spasming as your toes curled. “This is mine, a little worthless thing for me to toy with,” she lightened it up a little, the sole just pressing and pushing against the hardened shaft, “Or destroy.” she stepped off the floor, her entire weight now on your crotch, pain radiating for the seconds, you gasping out after she stepped off. She simply looked down and evaluated you. Your hand came down to feel your bruised package and she snapped “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“N-no God Queen.” you whimpered “I was just checking on-”
“I don’t care what you were doing. You touched yourself without permission. Hand on the floor, flat.” You nodded and complied, and she stepped forward, her boot coming down on your hand. You closed your eyes as she drove her weight more and more, the delicate finger bones splintering under her force. A scream tore from your mouth as your hand was made defunct, mangled. “A fitting punishment. That was your lefty. Guessing you’re a rightie.” You nodded quickly, afraid you couldn’t get anything coherent out. “Touch yourself again, and I’ll do the same to your right.” she stepped off, and you brought the hand to your chest, and tried to move it, a wave of fire spreading up your arms, waves of pain pulsing from the damage.
She nods and settles back, examining you, and laughs “Really? You’re still hard after that? Do you like me that much, or just that involved in pain?” You couldn’t quite make words out yet, so she shrugged “Eh who cares, up.” You got up eagerly, letting your mangled hand rest at your side, and she drew her gun, firing at your thigh, blasting a hole through it. A scream once again tore itself out of your throat as you dropped to a crouch,the blazing bullet having instantly cauterized the wound. She smirked “What’s the problem? I said stand up. Are you disobeying your God-Queen?” You tried to straighten up, but your leg trembled, unable to support you, another spike of pain from your hand bringing you back down. She clicked her tongue and paced closer to you. “So you are failing. So disappointing.” She brought her knee to it, slamming it into your nose, a sickening crack at the point of impact and you fell back, your own knee folding unnaturally as it happened. You were unable to move, head spinning, wracked with pain. “Do you plan on getting up? Or apologizing?” She walked to your head, as you tried to speak, just groaning in pain. “I said up.” She raised her boot. Your arms trembled, but it was futile. You couldn’t move, and her boot came down. “If you don't speak, I guess I’ll have to make it permanent.” one kick after another shoved her glorious boot into your mouth, able to taste the material, with your blood, teeth chipping and coming out under the steel toed boot’s power.
“Well, that’s about it, guess there’s only one thing to do now.” You looked up at her, bruised, broken, your body having been wrecked for her pleasure. Your breathing was harsh, ragged pants from damaged lungs, traveling through a bruised neck, and issued between a bloody mouth, your face as damaged as the rest of you, nose snapped, teeth kicked in. You doubted it would have time to darken completely though, as she grabbed your chin with her bare hand, black and red power coursing from you. The fuzzy edges of your vision began to darken as you felt her lips on yours. You had given everything to her, not even able to resist, your mangled and worthless, your thigh shot through, leaking blood out both sides. Your vision went dark, as numbness shot across your body, life stolen from you, erasing all the sensation she had given to you. Everything, for her. Your last thought was of whether she had enjoyed it. You had but she was the most important. Your God Queen, Tyreen Calypso.