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A Punishment Without Relief

Chapter 3: Shoplifting Sex

For Sinister

By Draconicon

After being 'tested' by Ambrosia, Ardanis wanted nothing else but to go back to his room and settle in for a long, long night of destressing and...well, bathing. The stink of cum all over his body was not exactly easy to deal with, and the fact that he had been fucked from behind by the oni security officer as well as used orally by a scientist - and an alien scientist at that - had left him feeling dirty beyond the common lot of mortals.

Unfortunately, he wasn't given that choice.

Oh, sure, he was clean by the time that his wife hustled him out of the club, but that was because all of the cum was hidden beneath his jumpsuit. The nanobots that made it up had collected it all and taken it down to his crotch and ass, leaving his cock and balls swimming in a water balloon of someone else's cum, and more than a little bit of it rubbing like irrigating streams across his asshole, constantly reminding him how it felt to be...stimulated...back there.

His cheeks had not stopped burning since they left Ambrosia behind, and when Naira continued dragging him along past the door to their room, he groaned.

"Come on. Let me at least take a shower."

"Oh, dear, do you think you have a choice?"

The holstaurus cow turned to face him, and his cheeks burned as she looked him up and down. Just a little glance at his crotch suddenly made it feel so much tighter, and he knew that it wasn't his imagination. Since he was 'on-duty', so to speak, she could do whatever she wanted to his outfit, shape it and color it however she saw fit.

And if she decided that he needed to be taught a lesson...

The feline blushed, his cheeks burning all the hotter as he remembered the prices that she'd forced onto his jumpsuit that morning. She could do that again, whore him out instead of drag him along.

"No, no, I'll go with your choice," he said hurriedly.

"That's my husband."

She patted his hand, then went back to pulling him along.

He was more thankful than ever that the hallways were empty. It was bad enough that he was obviously more of a sex toy than he had thought, considering the fact that Ambrosia had picked out what his job was so easily. It would be far worse to be caught and used today, when he was still stinking of sex. He didn't want people to think that he liked it.

Still burning in shame, he barely noticed the hallway that he was led down, nor the cameras or the decorations that lined them, holograms that danced and swayed in the shadows. No, he barely noticed anything but his wife's swaying ass until they reached the next orbital sphere of Paradise Station, and that...

Well, that only because of the current display in the middle of it, of a dancing woman that had every curve that a man could want, was completely naked, and was nearly four stories tall.

"What...the...hell?" he whispered under his breath.

"Well, sex sells, doesn't it?" Naira said as the pair of them looked up at the holographic dancing feline. "But they'll probably tone it down when other people start making their way here. Probably a show for all the staff, wouldn't you agree?"

It was certainly a show for him. He blushed as he watched the dark-furred feline turning, his cock hardening as it turned its ass to face back towards them. Very curvy, very rounded, and as the hologram dropped down into a squat, very fuckable. Ardanis had the perfect view towards a fat ass, seeing it sway, seeing the hole pucker, before Naira pulled him along.

"Welcome to the shopping center."

"Why are we here, exactly?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"No, but -"

"Then shush, and follow."

He did just that, though he was constantly distracted as he looked around. The whole shopping center was massive for a space station, more like one of the shopping cities down on the planet than a mere piece of a vacation resort.

The whole orbiting bubble was six stories tall, and the courtyard through the middle of the rows of shops had to be several hundred meters long, perhaps as much as five hundred. The ground floor was occupied with empty stalls and tables, while the space around the giant hologram - which he assumed would be an advertisement center when the station was up and running - was occupied with mostly-empty floating boats. A floating market, as it were.

He had to admit, it was an impressive mall, though he wondered how much business would actually be done here. Then again, considering the freedom that this station offered, he shouldn't be that surprised. Probably everything would be allowed.

His wife led him along by the hand, taking him towards the lifts that dotted the walls every hundred feet or so along the curve of the bubble. It was empty save for them, which was all for the better as her free hand was immediately busy grabbing his dick.

He yelped as she tugged on it through his jumpsuit, smearing Ambrosia's cum all over his cock, running it down between his balls and then over his crotch. The cat tried to pull back, but even when he had his ass planted against the back of the elevator, the cow woman continued to tug, rub, and tease.

"Mmmph...Naira..."

"Come on, dear. This should be hard all the time. No need to be shy with your new job."

"But...mmph...what...why?"

"Because you're not done for the day. Besides, how else am I going to pay for my stuff?"

"You mean -"

"Well, your body isn't amazing, but it's good enough to pay for some new clothes, I'd say."

"Nnngh...y-yes, dear..."

For once, he knew better than to protest. She'd proven her control over him with Ambrosia, and before her, with that security guard. The last thing he wanted to do was make her want to prove it again.

He was completely erect by the time that they stepped off the elevator on the second floor, and every step he took reminded him of how it felt to walk around with a hard-on. Completely exposed, completely shown off. The very few staff members and other merchants watching him only made it worse, both turning him on and humiliating him further.

They passed by various shops, from those that sold food to those that sold souvenirs, all the way to those that sold sex toys. He blushed as he saw Naira stop in front of one, eying one of the bigger strap-ons with more consideration than he would have liked, but eventually, she moved on.

Finally, they came to a stop in front of a lingerie store, one that had four mannequins in the window. Well, what he thought were mannequins...until one kept staring at him as he walked in.

The feline froze in mid-step, staring at the model. She wasn't plastic, he realized, but flesh painted like plastic. Her legs quivered just enough to tell him that she'd been standing there for who knew how long, and he saw that her arms moved a little to try and follow him, too. She turned back as soon as he looked up at her face, but the vixen's cover had been blown.

Standing in the window, wearing lingerie...showing off your body like that...

His cheeks burned at the thought of being put to that use, but at the same time, he imagined it wouldn't be quite so bad as being a whore, as had happened to him. Maybe he'd could trick Naira to putting him up there sometime.

Unlikely, but he could hope.

They were barely three steps into the shop when a door at the back of the establishment opened. Through it stepped a Dalmatian woman, one that was dressed in shop product, and -

"Oh for the love of..."

He bit off the last word on that sentence as Naira whipped her head around, holding up his hands defensively. But really, could one blame him if he wanted to swear? This was...this wasn't exactly a bio female coming towards them.

The Dalmatian had a heavy cock bulge in the front of her panties, so heavy that the tip of her cock was already pushing free of the waistband of her panties. It was slippery and wet, and getting further and further out the longer that the dog looked at him. He groaned, looking down and away as he rubbed his arm, trying not to look at the big-boobed woman as she bounced closer and closer.

"Well, hi there. I didn't expect any customers for a couple more weeks, but you're more than welcome. What brings you here?"

"Oh, I'm looking to get some lingerie. You know how it is; new place, new lovers."

"Oh, I know," the Dalmatian said. "I'm Tesla, by the way. Let me show you around the place."

He followed like little more than an accessory behind the two ladies, his eyes down on the ground in hopes that he wouldn't be looking at anything sexy. He didn't want them to be looking at him, and he wished that the erection that Naira had forced on him would go down.

For that matter, it should have gone down minutes ago. The fact that it was swimming through jelly-like cum should have been more than sufficient to kill his erection already, but instead, it seemed to be keeping it hard. Or...

The nano-bots...

He shivered, wondering if they were the things that were keeping him hard, if Naira had taken that sort of direct control over his dick and left him with nothing. It would be just like her ever since they got here. She seemed to be thriving on the power that her contract gave her over him.

Chancing a glance up, he saw that his wife was looking over a 'mannequin' that was all too fleshy, just like the woman in the window. The holstaurus was tilting her head one way, and then the other, while the Dalmatian...

Ardanis looked away, but not before seeing the way that the shemale was looking at him. Tesla was obviously aroused, her lips turned up, her tongue running over them every time that she took another look at him. She wanted him, and she was making no secret of it.

"I don't know, Tesla."

"Hmm?" The dog blinked, turning. "What's the matter? Isn't it sexy?"

"Well, it's nice and lacy, I suppose, but does it have to be black?"

The feline let himself finally take a look at the mannequin. The white-furred fox was showing off a black lace bra, one that was barely big enough to cover the nipples, one whose lacy patterns looked almost like tendrils creeping up the rest of the breast. He would have been overjoyed to see Naira in it, admittedly, but...

Tesla seemed to think the same, because she reached up, pulling it off the model. Or, at least, pulling something off of her. Suddenly, the vixen was naked, but the bra turned into something vaguely like a circuit chip, little more than the size of one's thumbprint.

"Oh, you don't have to have it black, but I can promise you it'll look good. Mmm, good and sexy on a big-breasted woman like you, in particular."

"I don't know. She's a bit...smaller than me. What if mine don't look as good in it?"

"Oh, oh! I can help with that!"

Suddenly, the Dalmatian was behind him. He didn't know how she'd moved so quickly, but one moment she was in front of him, the next behind. Ardanis yelped as he felt her hands under his chest, squeezing at flat pecs.

"You own this guy, right?"

"Of course," Naira said. "He's my husband."

"Ooooh, kinky. Selling him to make some money?"

"Heh...something like that."

"What did he do?"

"Cheated on me."

SMACK!

"OW!"

Ardanis nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden spank from behind, stumbling forward a few steps and rubbing his rump. Before he could turn around, the Dalmatian grabbed him by the tail, pulling him back and turning him over one of the mannequin stands.

"Bad, bad! A good kitty doesn't cheat on anybody."

"Tesla, Tesla."

There was no urgency in Naira's voice, but it was still enough to stop the dog in her tracks, thankfully for him. Ardanis gasped for breath, his body shaking from head to toe as his ass burned from the sudden, rapid assault on the cheeks. He shivered, reaching back to cover them, to try and rub some of the stinging out of his ass cheeks.

As he whimpered, Naira explained.

"I brought him here to make good on that. When he'd paid off his debt, then I'll forgive him. But not until then."

And maybe not even then, he heard her through their connection with the nano-bots. Who says that you will actually learn a good lesson from all of this? Maybe I should keep you in that suit. Maybe I should keep you working here for the rest of your life. After all, it gives me a good place to live, not to mention plenty of people willing to give me what you can't. It's a good deal...why should I change it?

The idea of being trapped in this job for the rest of his life scared him more than he wanted to admit, and a shiver ran down his spine. He tried to think of something to say, but the words failed him, particularly as dog and cow continued chatting.

"But until then, I need him to stay in good condition. Understand me, Tesla?" his wife said.

"Oh...well, I guess. But..."

He could almost hear the gears turning in the Dalmatian's head, and it didn't help that she still stood beside him. At this angle, bent over as he was, he could see her cock and balls in her panties. They were swollen, the former actually pointing all the way past the waistband and bobbing up and down. Her hand was rubbing down his spine, too, almost grabbing his ass through his jumpsuit.

"He works relief, right?" Tesla asked.

"Yeeees?"

"After, um, after you're done shopping, do you mind if I hire him?"

"Heh...you like the idea of a cat under you, hmm?"

"Oh, you have no idea...I mean...we haven't been able to do that for years, you know?" the Dalmatian said. "Intergalactic treaties and all. But there's so many underground pornos...I want to see what it's like to have him under me...like cats should be..."

Oh god, oh god...

His cheeks burned all the hotter as he looked over at his wife. He knew that she'd sell him, but the way that she grinned...oh, this was not going to be a one-time thing. Tesla was likely going to be one of her biggest customers, one of the ones that got to use him more than the others.

"I have a better idea," Naira said, her voice just a bit too high and nice for his comfort.

"What is it? I can't wait to hear it."

"With that jumpsuit, I have...a great deal of control. Can I make him have breasts like mine, so we can have him model things?"

"Of course, of course! That's one of the things that Relief employees are for."

Great. More body modification.

You might want to remember that your thoughts are less private now, Ardanis, his wife thought at him. Just saying.

"Do I just think it?" she asked. "Or is it like that circuit there, or -"

"Oh, just think it," the Dalmatian said, waving her hand dismissively. "The circuits are just how we store the clothes."

"You mean the circuit that you just sent flying?"

"...Shiiiiiiit! Be right back!"

As the Dalmatian dropped to all fours, fumbling about and sniffing around for the clothing chip, Ardanis shook his head. This was what he was going to have to submit to? This was -

"Oof!"

He grunted as Naira shoved him back down. She held him by the back of his neck, keeping him from getting up, and it only got worse as she leaned down to whisper to him.

"I think it's time for you to get a better picture of what it's like for all those whores that you hired. All those people that would do whatever you wanted, because you were paying them...Except this time, you're going to do it without being paid."

"Mmmph...but...but..."

"You're going to try and steal something. Not yet, not when I need to see how that bra looks, but afterwards..."

He looked at her, hoping to see her smiling the way she did when she was joking around.

She wasn't. If anything, she looked more serious than ever, her eyes narrowed, her smile flat. She really wanted him to go through with this, to try and steal something from the shop? Why?

Knowing she wasn't going to tell him - and knowing that she could force him, even if he said no - he nodded. She smiled, letting him stand up.

He'd barely gotten to his feet when a new weight at his chest threatened to drag him right back down. The feline groaned, his hands instinctively rising to catch whatever was pulling at him -

"Oh, god..."

Of all the things that he'd expected, seeing himself with growing breasts was not one of them. The cat blushed, holding his hands all the tighter to his chest in a desperate attempt to try and cover them, but they continued to grow, swelling and growing heavier by the second.

"Naira! Naira, please, stop!" he begged.

His wife said nothing, only looking at him with a growing grin as his new boobs continued to push out. The jumpsuit that he wore seemed to disappear, too, almost like the cloth was disappearing to show off his new chest all the more. His cheeks hurt from how much he was blushing, particularly as more and more of his clothes disappeared. His cock finally flopped into the open, the throbbing erection finally dying as the old cum fell to the floor, his shaft going floppy and limp.

"Ooooooh!"

And with that, Tesla finally noticed him again. The feline shivered, trying to cover his barely-dressed chest with one arm and his cock with another, but Naira gave him a look. No more than a look, but the holstaurus managed to capture such authority with it that he knew better than to cross her. He slowly lowered his arms back to his sides, looking down at the floor and the cum puddle dripping there from his crotch.

Oh god, oh god...

The sheer humiliation of being so undressed, his cock exposed, his balls drooping down, with breasts growing past a mere handful and into something more like balloons, had him wishing he'd just keel over and die. But that, of course, was too good a thing to happen to him.

His breasts continued to grow, growing to the size of C-cups, then D, and then bigger still, growing larger until they were the same hefty size that his wife carried around. His shoulders ached from the weight, and somehow, he could feel them as if they were real rather than mere cloth. His fingers itched to cover them again, particularly as he saw little nipple buds poking through the fabric.

Can't be real. Can't be real. Can't be real.

"Oh, wow...they're so huge..."

The Dalmatian was behind him again, groping his chest with her hands and grinding her panty-covered bulge against his ass. He shivered every time that the thick member slid between his barely-covered crack, imagining what would happen when his wife made him serve her. Oh god, oh god...

"Oh, Tesla? Tesla? ...Tesla, can I have some service, please?"

The chest groping came to a sudden stop as the Dalmatian remembered her customer, and Ardanis wheezed a sigh of relief when the dog moved around him.

"Sorry, I got...distracted. You, um, wanted to see the bra displayed on him, yes?"

"Yes, indeed. Did you find the chip?"

"Right here," Tesla said, holding up one finger. "At least, I think so. We'll know when we put it on him."

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just...distracted."

"Don't worry. You'll get your chance to play with the cheating cat before long..."

Shivering in anticipation, Ardanis obediently puffed out his new chest for the Dalmatian. Tesla gave him one more longing look before touching her finger to the space between his new breasts.

As soon as her fingertip touched him, the jumpsuit completely disappeared. He had a brief look at his black-furred chest - with breasts that looked too real, nipples pink and obvious - before a white lace bra took its place. He groaned, feeling it swirling and squeezing down on the melons on his chest, pulling them tighter together and lifting them up by an inch or so. They were much more...pert, that way.

He blushed worse as he realized that his boobs were pressed together the way that someone about to give a titjob would keep them, too. Before he could say anything, though, Naira gave him another commanding look, pointing to the floor.

Shivering again, he got on his knees, looking up at the Dalmatian and his wife. Tesla quivered, her cock bobbing up and down in his face.

"Mmm, I could fuck those tits for days," she whispered.

"Why not do it, then?" Naira asked.

"What? You mean...I can?"

"Let me have the bra, and you can fuck his tits as much as you want."

"Oh, take it. It's more than worth it."

"Then have at the cheater."

The cheater. She really looks down on me that much now...

Before Ardanis could regret his past any further, the Dalmatian was on him. Tesla shoved him back against one of the stands the mannequin models stood on, her panties coming down and revealing what they'd been hiding.

A spotted pair of balls fell, bouncing like someone at the end of a bungee cord. They were huge, each orb bigger than a fist, and the shaft above them was thick and hard, dripping with musky pre that put his own scent to shame by some way. His nose burned at the thick, hot smell, and he gasped as she thrust her cock right under the bra, right between his breasts.

"Nnngh!"

"Oooh, I've been fantasizing about this for a long time," she said. "Always wanted to have a pretty little kitty under me. No dog should be without one..."

"I'm not...not a pretty kitty," he whimpered.

Just saying that was humiliating enough, but the hard thrust that followed, rocking his breasts and bumping his chin with a dripping cock tip, was even worse. He tasted it as it landed on his lips, and unlike Ambrosia, this one tasted like real cock, real pre-cum.

It didn't get better when Tesla grabbed him by the head, forcing him to look down, forcing him to 'kiss' the head of her cock every time that she thrust between his breasts. He could feel her pre-cum running along the sides of his face, staining his fur, soaking into his skin.

And through it all, Naira taunted him.

That's it. Now you know how it feels to be on the other end of it, don't you? Being the toy for someone else, learning how it feels to be nothing but a cum-dump. Do you like it, hmm? Do you think it's fun to have a cock smearing you with those disgusting juices again and again, just because the other person wants it? Well, I hope you like it...it's all the sex you're going to get for a long time, she thought at him.

How much had he done, he wondered, to deserve treatment like this? Had he been that bad, really? Had he done so much that she couldn't forgive? Every time that Naira stared at him, it wasn't with anger, but rather with a satisfaction that he had never seen in bed, never seen when they had bought their first house, never seen at all before they had come here.

She wanted this.

She wanted him under her, humiliated, owned.

And now, she was finally getting it.

Groaning every time that Tesla bumped his lips with her cock, the cat did his best to avoid letting her get closer to his mouth. He knew that she wanted it, knew she wanted to fuck his face - she was saying it, whispering it to him enough - but he wasn't a 'good kitty that wanted the cream.' He shivered as she pushed him down, grinding his lips against her cock, whimpered under his breath.

He couldn't fight. Not with her control. Not with what else Naira could make him do. All he could do was kneel there and take it, take the face-humping, the breast-fucking, the forced use of the dog over him. And take the humiliation that Tesla whispered.

"Mmmph...oh...good...good kitty...you look so much...much better with boobs, don't you...don't you think?" she whispered. "Oh, fuck...you...you're gonna make me...make me squirt...all over your face...that'd be good...remind everyone...everyone that a cat...a cat always bends over for a dog..."

Would the humiliation ever end? The fact that he was being dominated like this was bad enough. The fact that it was a dog made it worse. The fact that Naira was watching -

Mmm, yes. That's it, cheater...suck her...

And with that, he had no choice. His mouth opened without his consent, and the next thrust went right over his tongue. The Dalmatian gasped above him, arching her back -

"Awoooooooooooooo!"

And howled to the heavens as she came, squirting her load right down his throat and filling his belly with her thick seed. He gagged around her shaft, the thick, heavy, sweaty musk of her crotch smothering him, but there was nothing he could do but swallow the salty goo.

Gulp, gulp, gulp it went, his cheeks pushed out as he struggled to swallow before his mouth was flooded. It barely worked, and when Tesla pulled back, only spit slipped from his lips.

The shemale panted softly, shaking her head.

"Wow...he's good..."

"He's untrained, but he has instincts," Naira admitted. "Now, let's talk about a few more bras..."

Now, steal something, she thought at him.

Please...please don't make me...

Do it.

There was nothing he could do but follow the order. Still trembling, Ardanis got to his feet as the cow and Dalmatian talked prices and styles. He walked through the store, wondering if he dared try and run, and quickly dismissing the idea. Naira would be able to freeze his suit where he stood, and he needed her to be happy with him. Yes, he would be a prostitute on the station, but if he pissed her off, she could easily put him somewhere far less pleasant than in the beds of security officers.

So, he looked around, checked the mannequins, and eventually settled on a pair of panties that dangled from the hips of a dolphin woman. He hesitated for a moment, looking up at her, and then pulled.

He had the briefest glance of a pussy before an alarm started ringing. Wincing, Ardanis looked over his shoulder to see the two women whipping their heads around to look at him. Naira smiled as Tesla advanced on him, the Dalmatian already grinning.

"Well, well...just didn't have enough the first time, hmm?"

"Please, I didn't...I'll put it -"

"Put it back? Uh-uh."

Tesla pulled the chip out of his hands, then pushed him down to all fours. A mere thought from his wife made his jumpsuit disappear, fully exposing his ass. Another flood of cum that had been held under it came free, dripping down his balls and his dick before running into a puddle on the floor.

"If you think you're going to be running off with anything of mine, you can think again. And if you think that you're going to fit in panties, any time, you better learn how to tuck this thing."

"T-tuck?"

"That's right. Tuck."

Suddenly, there was a tight grip around the head of his flaccid cock, pulling it back and over his balls. Ardanis yelped as it felt like everything was being crushed flat between his legs, shoved down and then pushed upwards. His balls felt like they were being shoved right back inside of him, his sack flattening out as his dick pushed down on it.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm making sure that nobody can see this."

"Not sure that you need to bother," Naira said.

"Probably not, dear, but even the tiniest pricks can cause problems. You want him to look nice and feminine, don't you?"

"Hmm..."

"Please, please, Naira, not this. Please, don't - Nnngh!"

The tug and smack down there flattened out his balls that much further, and his cock was dragged back almost enough for the tip to touch his asshole. He tried to wiggle free, but the Dalmatian was too strong, and he had no leverage to wiggle out of that insane grip.

"Get him nice and tucked, then. We'll get him a pair of panties to take with us afterwards."

"Mmm, does that mean I get to fuck that fluffy butt?" Tesla asked.

"Heh, we'll see. Maybe if we get two pairs."

He swore that his dick was dragged so far back between his ass cheeks that he would be able to fuck himself if he sat down. And knowing Naira, there'd be some point where she would test to see if that was so.

He hoped that it wasn't.

"Now, where did I put the duct tape..."

The End