Chapter 3 – Punishment
       A couple more days went by after their last venture, it had turned into a routine now to meet and fuck at the garden near the lilies that grew close to Vexella’s shack. Their bodies would call at each other like moths to a light.
       Octavia, who constantly seemed depressed and reserved whenever she had to deal with her duties –now was swift to address them and seemed even happy when everything was said and done.
       But it is when we are at our highest; when we have the worst falls. Stella had been looking at her actions, taking account and “itemizing” each and every crime done by her daughter behind her back. And it was time to pay for them.
       That was when, one morning, everything would take a turn for the worst; with no one to realize what was truly going on.
       The owl princess would wake up feeling her beak getting wet, a strong smell overpowering her senses and a large weight that pushed against her face as her feathered hair was pulled.
       It was Stella, naked and on top of her.
       —Good morning, darling. —The mother said, an evil grin across her face—.
       Octavia’s eyes were wide open in fear. She could not believe what was going on –as her mother grinded her pussy against her mouth; forcing her to stay silent and suppressed.
       She tried to fight her off with her hands, move her legs or even shift her torso –but Stella was more powerful than she could ever anticipated.
       —You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice, did you? That you turned out exactly like your lousy father.
       Stella was rough, unforgiving. She knew that Octavia would eventually need air, forcing her to open her mouth to take in her fluids –there was no scenario where the princess could survive the assault.
       —But it doesn’t matter. Virgin or not you will be of use to the Goetia; once I cleanse you of that imp filth.
       Octavia’s eyes began to water. She was holding back; but she needed the air too –yet she kept forcing herself against it until the very end.
       Struggling to understand how and why this was happening to her.
       —Struggle all you want; it won’t change a damn thing; brat. Not until I remove that stench of yours. Sucking her cock.. Such a disgrace.
       There was no use, it was life or death when Octavia finally gasped for air –finally taking in her mother’s pussy as a whole.
       Tasting her fluids, diving into her scent like a drug. And Stella moaned, feeling her daughter’s beak move under her as her breath clashed against her crotch.
       —That’s right. If you so desperately want to be a slut. You will learn how to be a slut. —Stella’s voice rose—. Now leave me clean.
       Octavia’s eyes continued to tear, but not because of suffocation –she was crying her heart out while her mother grinded her –playing with her breasts and enjoying every second of it. And whenever she wasn’t doing a great job, Stella would pull her hair to move her around.
       But no matter how much she tried, the torture seemed to have no end. The more she ate her pussy; the more demanding Stella would respond.
       Eventually Octavia would be so tired and her tongue so dry, that the punishment had to be postponed –leaving her mother even more disappointed.
       And for the first time in a while; Vexella would wait in the field of lilies for hours, waiting for a lover that would not come.
       The owl princess was destroyed, no matter how much she cleaned herself, washed her beak, or rinsed her face –Stella’s smell and taste remained on her; a permanent imprint in her mind.
       Next day comes in eventually, Octavia is afraid of waking up. She doesn’t feel her mother’s weight crushing her –and yet she could swear that as soon as she opened her eyes, Stella would be there.
       Eternal minutes of struggler later as she was able to finally stand on her two feet for this new dawn, a knock on her door followed by the violent opening of the same. It was as expected, Stella.
       —Don’t think this is over, darling.
       —No! You won’t do this, you can’t! —Octavia wanted to cry, but her anger kept her strong—.
       —This isn’t up to you.
       Stella’s walking turned violently fast as she casted a spell; creating a magical rope that quickly subdued Octavia back on her bed –followed by another that gradually burned her pyjamas, leaving Octavia naked, tied and exposed.
       In the blink of an eye the whole scene had shifted, even Stella; who was undressing manually to expose her naked body once more –and a collection of items clearly intended for Via’s correction.
       —I would say this pains me. But it is nothing compared to the pain you bring to the Goetia name by being some imp’s whore.
       Octavia was pissed, Vexella was not just “some imp”; she was the love of her life. She understood her, cared for her and most importantly –Vexella was there for her when she needed it the most.
       Now, ironically, was such case –yet no one would come to her rescue as she once again saw her mother climb the bed.
       But this time it was different; Stella began by spreading Octavia’s legs like a bird opens its wings. Her exposed pussy was clean and soft, yet Stella couldn’t give any other reaction than one of disgust –thinking of how it was tainted by a commoner’s cock.
       —We must clean you of all that impish filth. Satan’s son is coming next week, and you must be ready for him.
       Queue some sort of patch. A square shaped piece of cloth that Stella placed on top of Octavia’s labia.
       It was cold, but soft to the touch –and from it two cables poked out that lead to an even smaller box with two buttons. At the press of one, the patch began to warm up steadily.
       The princess was already crying gentle tears –while her body reacted as expected; with her pussy palpitating as it got hotter and hotter.
       —P-Please… Stop..
       But Octavia’s words were met with consequences. Stella tapped on the second button, causing the patch to gently vibrate –forcing her daughter to reach her first moans of forced pleasure.
       Her labia opened to the vibrations, which in return caused more profound and intense responses. It didn’t take long before the young owl began to squirt fluids as she was forced into an orgasm.
       The cloth’s vibration, its warmth –it reached her clit and sent Octavia into multiple spasms of satisfaction.
       But Stella wasn’t done yet. She let the toy do its job while manually pressing against it with her fingers –making sure Octavia felt every bit of the effects at all times. All while she touched herself gently.
       —Don’t even try to find mercy on me, sweetie. —Stella sounded pleased—. You won’t find it.
       She then licked her finger, covered in her own fluids –then fed it to Octavia as well, who reactively licked it as well while she tried to stop her own moans.
       Next thing she knows, Stella is now back on top. The toy has been removed moments ago, and Octavia’s pussy is finally able to breathe again.
       But it was far from over; the mother playing with her daughter nipples –pinching them and pulling in all sorts of ways.
       The torture had just begun, and Octavia couldn’t fathom surviving through it as she felt her nipples tense over the abuse –swelling more and more as Stella continued, increasing the pain along with it.
       On the other hand, Stella was having an unexpectedly great time. She was still mad about what Octavia had been doing behind her back, and she was still insulted by the audacity of her actions –but an air of erotism drawn her into satisfaction every time her daughter moaned.
       It was as if her young voice reminded her of her own youth, almost in a romantic way. Now all Stella could think of was to corrupt said youth the same way she once was corrupted.
       —Moan all you want. Show how much of a slut you are. —Stella continued—.
       Octavia’s mind was going blank, with every second that passed her consciousness faded to oblivion. Now her body reacted in part to Stella’s as she continued to use her.
       Her pussy called for mercy as it felt so close to her mother’s –pulsating each time a drop of Stella’s fluids reached it. A mating call that both bodies understood perfectly –but their respective pilots simply couldn’t comprehend.
       When their labia touched, it was as if their beaks touched. They embraced each other with subtle hip movements the same way you rock your head when you kiss your loved one.
       Meanwhile, Stella was taking her time with Octavia’s attributes. Pinching and pulling her nipples like it was nothing –pretending her daughter felt nothing from it.
       Yet she moaned and whimpered like never before with each twist –her chest bending forward to try and alleviate the pain and abuse. Octavia’s nipples, hard, erect and now sore were sensible to the gentlest touch.
       The princess hoped that this would be the end of it, she was going crazy, and her mind was turning blank –but that was when Stella continued her attack.
       With her magic, from the many things she brought, one of these items was that of a two-headed dildo. Translucent pink-coloured and of a considerable length, it was built to reach the right spot all the time, 100% of the time.
       Simply the act of going inside was already an experience, probably just as good if not better than that of Vexella’s cock when they fucked through day and night. Her inside walls stretching and adapting to the shape of the toy like her body was made for it and not the other way around; being pushed in and out by Stella’s own movements as she took in the other half.
       Genital fluids leaked everywhere as both mother and daughter’s movements collided in a violent match. The white swan could not contain herself anymore as her insides were also being re-arranged as the pace continued to increase.
       An outsider could almost believe that the act was now consensual.
       Both moaned in pleasure as they continued to fuck each other with the toy, yet deep within, the truth was still that one of them was still reluctant to accept these events as shared love and passion.
       Octavia hated it, she wanted it to be over –even if her body told another story as she reached another orgasm, her mind could only bring her memories of her beloved impish partner. Tears running down her face, carrying her pain with them.
       The rest of the assault lasted for hours, with Stella trying out more of her gadgets and goodies with Via as the day went on.
       She forced her to taste her own vaginal fluids, her mother’s, and sometimes even both combined. Hit, caress, pinch and play with her genitals. Twist and turn her body around to fit whatever position she wanted to try out on the poor owl girl.
       Until eventually, Octavia’s mind had caved in, and it was now a vessel filled with Stella’s orders –regardless of what these were. If Stella said bend over, she bent, if Stella said to eat her out; Octavia would spread her mother’s legs and taste her body.
       She used her daughter however she wanted now, to please her breasts; her clit –even regular making out such as kissing was on the table. It was just as romantic as it was disturbing to see how much Stella took advantage of her child.
       But never once did she give back. Octavia’s body called for her own pleasure as well, but it kept being rejected over and over again as the selfish swan only did things for herself.
       —What a good slut you are.. —Stella would praise her eventually—.
       But even then, it was not over yet –as right on the very next day; after Vexella greeted Stella to inform her about her finished tasks –she would simply nod back with a silent and evil smile.
       —If I may ask, Your Majesty. —Vexella couldn’t help herself—. Where is the princess?
       —She’s.. unavailable, dealing with her duties. Whatever it is you have to say to her you can tell me, and I will deal with it.
       —I see.. Thank you, Your Highness. I will show myself out.
       Vexella stepped away, her heart heavy with concern for her lover’s absence. The events they had faced together weighed on her mind, and a nagging doubt crept in –had her beloved grown weary of her? Insecurities gnawed at her, leaving Vexella restless. Each moment stretched into an eternity as she replayed their last encounter, searching for signs of discontent in the way he had looked at her, the way his voice had faltered. The laughter they once shared felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the shadows of uncertainty that loomed over her heart.
       All while beneath the table, Stella pressed Octavia’s head against her pussy, compelling her to submit to her desires. The air was thick with tension, a palpable force that held Octavia captive in a world of conflicting emotions. She longed to cry out, to reveal her plight and seek rescue, but her mother’s grip was unyielding. The warmth of Stella’s body was both a comfort and a prison, a reminder of the power dynamics that had born between them. Octavia’s heart raced as she felt the weight of expectation pressing down on her, the unspoken command to surrender to the whims of the one who held her so tightly.
Until someone saved her, the evil queen was in command.
