[Episode 83520] [Episode 83520]
The box containing her current outfit had been delivered to her office that afternoon along with a perfumed note bearing only a time. Her eyes had widened as she recognized the scent, for she had smelled it... and tasted it... many times before.
Straight from the source.
It was obvious she was in for it tonight, and as always part of her had wondered if being somewhere other than her suite at the appointed hour would be a better idea. Both Makoto and Ami claimed a need for detailed charts of the interstellar space between Sol and Alpha Centauri, for instance.
Now that she had donned the ensemble (15 minutes ahead of time, as she had long ago learned was expected), that voice of trepidation was almost deafening. The lone hoop in her left ear was often part of her ordinary wardrobe, the collar she was familiar enough with, and the cheap cowboy boots were more comfortable than she had expected; but the rest genuinely shocked her. A worn-looking denim vest concealed her small, tight breasts almost completely as it hung open; which was fortunate because the black mesh shirt beneath not only hid exactly nothing, but rubbed her nipples in a not-unpleasant way every time she breathed or moved. The black leather-trimmed blue jeans hugged her runner's legs like a second skin everywhere but the crotch, where an oversized men's athletic cup bulged them outward obscenely; and the seat... which had been cut out completely to reveal her firm ass to all watchers.
She looked like a whore... a _male_ whore.
And she would be lying if she said the flush spreading all over her body was nothing but mortification. Although she would argue that the woman that would step in shortly had more to do with that than the erotic transvestitism she had bid of her.
That second, at the exact time the note indicated, Kaiou Michiru stepped in the room. Haruka's heart skipped a beat as she once more tried to grasp how her lover could bring off that air of elegance and patrician dignity whenever she wished, even clad in nothing but a silk robe that barely contained her breasts and offered teasing glimpses of her shaven mound with every step. She walked slowly around the taller woman in silence, calmly inspecting the figure displayed before her before shaking her head with a sigh.
"Look at you Haruka," the green-haired woman sniffed as she tapped the massive package distending her lover's jeans, "always trying to be more macho than any man every chance you can get."
Haruka blinked at the accusation and reflexively drew breath to protest that she had _not_ chosen this outrageous garb when Michiru locked eyes with her.
"Are you about to contradict me, Haruka-kun?" she said softly as she raised an eyebrow.
"N-no mistress." Haruka stammered as something inside her whimpered at the thought of being denied her lover's touch.
"I thought not." Michiru smirked as she traced Haruka's abs through her shirt, then ran a fingernail up her breastbone, "As manly as you try to be Haruka-kun, the best you have ever done was pass yourself off as a pretty... smooth-faced... skinny...."
*click*
"..._boy_." the green-haired woman concluded as she flicked the leash now attached to her lover's collar.
"Now come along like a good boy-slut." Michiru cooed as she tugged Haruka out the suite, "We're going to get a second opinion just to satisfy your curiosity."
******
The eyes of the man born Chiba Mamoru bugged out more than a bit as the two women... or rather the one woman and one very nervous androgynous slave... strolled in from the hallway.
"Good evening Your Highness," Michiru began as if she happened upon him in the library reading a newspaper, "I would like your opinion on a small matter."
"Mmph?" Endymion inquired in confusion around his gag.
"Tell me," Michiru purred as she bid her companion turn around with a gesture, "does Haruka-kun look more like a proper man, or perhaps a delectable little boy turned out for a proper man's pleasure?"
Haruka turned around slowly, with an odd gait and a soft whimper of humiliation Endymion knew quite well. The overall effect of her outfit was oddly erotic, as it did render the already lean lines of her form as boyish as her old school uniforms did. It did not fully mask the lines of her breasts, but the blatantly augmented 'package' jutting from her crotch. As her back turned to him revealing the tight, firm asscheeks her jeans were cut away to reveal, Endymion's erection jerked in surprised arousal.
"Well, well." Michiru smiled as she noted his reaction and pulled a small footstool near the foot of the bed, "It seems we know what the Prince-Consort thinks of you, my cute little boy. Now come closer and I shall demonstrate the distinction between you and a man."
Haruka swallowed hard as she stepped toward the side of the bed where Michiru stood.
"This," Michiru began in a lecturing tone as she idly applied gossamer-light caresses to Mamoru's shaft and balls, "is a living, pulsing, extension of the human body; as sensitive and vulnerable as one can ask.
"_This_," she continued as she grabbed and roughly stroked Haruka's package, "Is a lifeless bit of plastic, used by insecure little boys to conceal their _shortcomings_. Now sit down and watch what a _real_ man can do for a woman."
A gentle push sat Haruka down on the convenient stool, where she stared as a woman hypnotized while Michiru straddled the man bound to the bed before her and (with torturous slowness) slid his penis into her. The sight of her lover impaling herself on a man should have enraged or humiliated her, but at the moment the thought of the woman before her riding the pulsing, throbbing thing she glimpsed between the bottom of Michiru's nether-cheeks simply made her ache with need. Her mistress' focus, insofar as it was not on her own pleasures, seemed to be on Endymion so Haruka began to squirm deliberately in an attempt to relieve at least some of the pressure building within her... only to discover the subtlety and extent of Michiru's cruelty.
The cup she had been made to wear indeed protected her most engorged clit and swollen lips. Protected them against impact, abrasion, pressure, and indeed all manner of touch save a bit of air. Haruka looked up only to see Michiru's eyes crinkle in amusement as she looked over her shoulder at the tormented butch. She continued to lock eyes with her as she rose up on her knees to the point where the flared head of Endymion's shaft stretched her own nether lips from within, and s-l-o-w-l-y sank back down making sure that the hem of her robe was high enough for Haruka to see the whole thing.
Haruka whimpered, even as the bound prince moaned helplessly through his gag.
"Oh? You wanted to - nnn - say something Your Highness?" Michiru asked politely, only pausing briefly as a mini-orgasm pulsed through her before removing his gag, "Perhaps this will help."
"P-please Michiru-sama," Endymion groaned, "I-I can't hold back much longer, may - *gasp* - may I have permission to come?"
"I see the Queen has trained you well my Prince," Michiru smiled, "and you have been _most_ cooperative with my demonstration... very well, just a moment if you please." With that she smoothly pivoted towards Haruka without missing a stroke.
"Come closer my sweet little boyslut," she hissed, "and see what a _man_ can give me." With that she pressed her thumb of her clit and ran a fingernail along the prince's scrotum. Michiru's timing was flawless, for Haruka leaned forward just as she came and covered Endymion's balls in her own clear oils... an instant before waves of semen exploded forth from within her to splatter four thighs and a face.
Haruka was fast enough to keep anything from flying into her eyes, but her eyes returned to the juncture before her in perverse fascination. She stared as Endymion's fat cock jerked a few more times accompanies by weak spurts of mixed cum from around it, then slowly wilted until it popped out of Michiru's swollen and distended sex to allow more of the milky mixture to ooze forth.
"Clean up this mess, _boy_." Michiru ordered as she caught her breath, "Clean us _both_."
Haruka spent another moment looking at both her lover's reddened, open vulva filled with whitish cream; then at the fat worm beneath dripping with same; and finally dove in with a will. The alien taste of semen mixed with a woman's more familiar favor aroused her all the more as she sucked Michiru clean and begun on the inner thighs of both. She hesitated a fraction at Endymion's penis, knowing on some level that this was not a step she could retrace, but at a nod from her mistress she started giving him a tongue bath from his testicles on up.
Haruka was not sure when she started nursing on Endymion's growing cock in earnest, and had no way to tell when Michiru attached a leash to his collar. However the sudden sensation of unfamiliar hands in her hair and a chuckled observation from Michiru on how much his Highness was enjoying the services of a pretty little boy-slut just as said shaft was getting too big for her mouth, was an indication that the princes hands were released. The thought of tugging her way free flashed in her head, but to put an end to this evening seemed less and less appealing every moment. Instead the recalled some lessons in sword swallowing she took on a dare once (senshi regeneration and her periodic rivalry with Makoto making such a thing seem like a good idea at the time) and managed to feed the shaft down her gullet. The masculine moans of pleasure from above her head and removal of hands from her hair indicated the pleasure she had reduced him to, and she began working her tongue around the unfamiliar organ in earnest when her head was tugged free by her collar.
"Enough of that, Haruka-kun." Michiru scolded lightly, "Little boys have an even better hole to make big, strong men feel good; don't they?"
Haruka's eyes widened as she realized that the cup she was increasingly certain was custom made to block access to her clit, and the seat-less jeans she wore, had left her asshole quite exposed and accessible. She stared as the massive staff between the Prince-Consort's legs, and the helpless look of imploring desire in his eyes, and swallowed hard.
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