Her Obedient Servant

Anya stood outside the Heavenly Temple restaurant, looking up at the façade. It was a strange building to be sure, a mosaic of colourful swirls that must’ve taken ages to assemble, so very unlike the monochrome blocks the rest of the street was filled with. But apparently, that was the shen tian for ya. The strange aliens had only introduced themselves to the galactic council a few years back, and everyone was still trying to figure them out, but “colourful” and “swirly” did seem to be a big part of their modus operandi.

They were fairly big — or bigger than humans, anyway — and resembled nothing so much as an octopus, with their bodies being made up primarily of long, sinuous limbs that could change in both colour and texture at the blink of an eye. They did also have a bulbous head to connect all the limbs, though it was perfectly possible that they only kept it on top and head-shaped in order to be courteous, and not because they needed to.

Despite their slightly disconcerting appearance, however, the worlds at large had welcomed the shen tian, and already they’d been allowed to settle on other planets, and were considered a positive addition to any neighbourhood. They were a very religious people, but not missionary, and were incredibly polite in all situations, even hostile ones, if a bit long-winded.

And now, a few of them had set up a restaurant in Anya’s town. Anya had been very sceptical at first (frankly, she was still sceptical), and when a bunch of her friends decided to check the place out, she refused to come along. What sort of aliens started their visit by serving up food, anyway? How well had they researched what was even safe for other species to eat? All the pictures on their menu looked all weird and slimy and wrong. Food was not supposed to be that shade of purple.

But her friends had come back from their test run and praised the place sky-high, insisting again and again that she simply had to try it. Again and again, Anya refused. But every time she got a little more curious. And now she was here. Alone, though — no way was she going to let her friends be there if she ended up loving it as much as they did. There’d be no end to their gloating.

Hesitantly, she opened the door in front of her. Inside was a long corridor, its walls covered in the same colourful, swirly mosaic as the outside. Anya stared at it and started to feel dizzy. This was a bad idea. She should just turn around and go home. She should-

“May her obedient servant help the exalted guest with anything? Does she require a table?”

The voice made Anya startle, not in the least because it seemed to be coming from inside her own head. Ahead of her in the corridor, a shen tian stepped into view. Well, “step” wasn’t quite the word for it. Slid? Glided? Scuttled?

It stared at her with a single eye. Anya knew its second eye was at the exact opposite side of its head, but that didn’t make its cyclopean gaze any less disturbing. She knew, too, that they were telepathic, and didn’t have a mouth, or vocal cords, or any other way of speaking, but knowing it was very different from experiencing it.

This had definitely been a bad idea.

“You know, I think I’ll just… maybe some other time,” she said, haltingly stepping back and starting to close the door.

“The exalted guest is always welcome in the Heavenly Temple,” said the voice in her head. “Her obedient servant looks forwards to making her acquaintance, and ardently hopes she will deign to grace her obedient servant with her presence again at her earliest convenience.”

Okay, wow. When people said these guys were polite, they weren’t kidding. Maybe she was being too hasty? She bit her lip, and maybe the shen tian sensed her hesitation, for it spoke in her head again.

“May her obedient servant interest the exalted guest in a sample? Perhaps she would agree to try the discount for initial visitations?”

“Oh,” said Anya, “well, um…” The lure of free samples and discounts was too much. Plus, she was still very curious. And a little hungry. Maybe coming here had been a bad idea, but… it couldn’t possibly be that bad.

“Yeah, okay.”

“Her obedient servant is overjoyed at these turns of events, and would humbly escort the exalted guest to her first table, if that sounds agreeable to her.”

“Sure,” said Anya, who was starting to think that as creepy as it’d been at first, the shen tian’s voice was really very nice. If they’d started making audiobooks instead of serving weird-looking food, she’d have been all over them ages ago. Though telepathic audiobooks might be a bit difficult to accomplish.

“What do you mean with first table, though? Like, because it’s my first visit?”

“Ah, no,” explained the shen tian in its lovely voice, “her obedient servant apologises for the inconvenience, but things are done a little differently at the Heavenly Temple than what the exalted guest might be used to. If it pleases the exalted guest, each dish here is served on a table specifically suited for it, and it pains her obedient servant to inform her that she will have to move several times if she is to enjoy a full course. Her obedient servant hopes the exalted guest will be forgiving if this offends her.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” said Anya, though it did sound weird as hell. Her poor waiter sounded so anxious, though, she really didn’t want to say anything to upset it. And a little exercise between meals couldn’t possibly hurt.

“Her obedient servant is tremendously relieved. May her obedient servant suggest that the exalted guest begins with an appetizer?”

“Um, okay,” said Anya, and then quickly added, feeling that she was being pretty rude, “I mean, that sounds lovely.”

“Her obedient servant is delighted,” said the shen tian, and scuttled on. Its backwards-facing eye hadn’t stopped looking at her this entire time, but the longer she looked at it, the less weird Anya found it. Really, the way it moved on all those tentacly limbs was kind of cute. And its gaze was as polite as its speech. Besides, what else was it supposed to look at? It must’ve seen those swirly mosaics a thousand times before. Thankfully, she was getting used to them, too, and wasn’t feeling so dizzy anymore, just… slightly fuzzy. Almost like she was the tiniest bit drunk. It was nice.

They came around a bend in the corridor, and rooms started opening up on either side of them. Her waiter — or obedient servant, she supposed — took her into the very first one, to her slight disappointment. She would’ve liked peeking into the other ones before arriving at their destination. Getting a better idea of what this place was like. On the other hand, perhaps it was best not to look at too many winding mosaic corridors. While they were extremely pretty (how could she ever have thought otherwise?), something about them were making her sooo hungry…

The room was of medium size and empty but for the two of them, and reminded Anya somewhat of a bar. At least, there were several bar stools standing all along the long wall, right next to a sort of table at bar height, although it wasn’t really a table so much as a shelf, or a part of the wall, and instead of room for bartenders on the other side, there was no other side, just the wall. In front of each stool there was a hole in the bar top, about the size of a small plate. There was no sign of any food.

“What flavours delight the exalted guest?” asked the shen tian.

“Huh?” said Anya, moving her gaze from the mosaic bar top to her waiter’s big, bright eye. He courteously repeated the question.

“Um,” said Anya, “I guess I have a bit of a sweet tooth?”

The shen tian extended one of its limbs to her and looped it lightly around her arm. Anya shivered at the touch, though it was warm and smooth and really quite pleasant, and allowed herself to be pulled over to one of the stools. Once she’d taken her seat the shen tian let go of her again, and her skin immediately missed the contact. It rapped its tentacle against the surface of the bar, and immediately a… thing… rose up out of the hole in front of her.

It was a sort of tube, or cable, about as thick around as her wrist, with a tiny hole at the end, which was rounded off. It seemed to be made of some sort of plasticy material, and coloured chocolate brown with a swirly white and light brown pattern, like milk poured into a latte.

“What is it?” said Anya, confused. Maybe a tap of some sort? But where were the glasses?

“It is a straw,” said the shen tian. “The exalted guest may put it inside her mouth and it will feed her.”

“Uh,” said Anya, staring at the supposed straw. “Straws are supposed to be about as thick as my finger. This is… a bit much.”

“Her obedient servant must apologise that the heavenly temple cannot provide the satisfactory amenities that she was expecting. If the exalted guest would prefer to leave, her obedient servant will do everything in its power to make her happy, even if it means removing her pleasant visage from its ocular range.”

It held out its appendage as if to help her back down from the stool.

“Oh, uh, that’s okay,” said Anya, swaying a little on her stool. She wanted him to touch her. But she didn’t want to leave. “It’s a bit weird, but I’ll try it.”

“The exalted guest is making her obedient servant radiant with joy,” said the sweet voice in her head, and she couldn’t help but smile.

But okay. This ‘straw’… time to put it in her mouth, apparently. She put a hand around it to hold it still, and pressed her lips to the tip, letting them slowly part as she pushed down on it, letting its weird texture glide against her tongue and fill her mouth completely. Her jaws were stretched wide and it occurred to her that she must look super erotic right now, though with the shen tian as her only witness, nobody was going to notice. It wasn’t their fault that what they thought of as straws, she viewed more like dildos. She could feel her pussy tingle as her head filled with thoughts of sucking dick, of having her mouth and throat filled with cum… and then a fluid did indeed spurt from the tip of the straw, flooding her tongue and forcing her to swallow.

It tasted amazing. It had the thickness of a milkshake, but was slightly warm, not too hot, but just right, and oh so sweet, like… like… oh, she didn’t have anything to compare it to, not really. Like sunshine and rosebuds and pink clouds, if you could eat those. It was warming her up from the tip of her toes and all the way up, and it was making her pussy gush and her nipples stand at attention. When it stopped, which was far too quickly, she whined and tried to suck at the straw to coax more of that delicious juice out of it, but got nothing. Instead, the straw lowered itself back down the hole, forcing her to let it go.

She looked pleadingly at her waiter. “Can I have some more, please?” She was sure she would starve if it said no.

“Her obedient servant is ecstatic that the exalted guest enjoyed the appetiser. If she desires, she may be introduced to the main courses now.”

“Oh, yes,” said Anya. “Yes, I want more!”

She jumped off the stool, and immediately had to steady herself on it. Wow, she was dizzy. And she was so warm! She lifted her shirt a little and fanned herself with it. If she’d known this place was going to be so hot, she would’ve worn a summer dress. Maybe the green one, even though the skirt was almost a little too short… it wasn’t like the shen tian were going to care, anyway. Right? It’s beautiful eye was watching her as politely as ever, though it’s attention did make her squirm a little. But that was just because she was so h… hot. Yes. Sooo hot.

“Is the exalted guest feeling unwell?” asked her waiter, concern in the voice in her head. “Perhaps she would feel more comfortable if she were not wearing so much?”

“Well, I can’t just take my clothes off in the middle of your restaurant,” said Anya, giggling at the notion. Imagine her, naked in a restaurant! It was so… so…!

“Her obedient servant would never dream of telling the exalted guest what she can or cannot do,” said the shen tian. Then, after a small pause, it added, “It is not for her obedient servant to question the exalted guest’s preferences when it comes to obscuring her magnificent body with itchy pieces of fabric.”

Anya pushed her shirt aside to scratch absentmindedly at her shoulder. Maybe her obedient servant was right. It wasn’t like the shen tian wore any clothes, after all. And they were such a nuisance. And she was so, so hot. Maybe if she just took her shirt off… and her shoes and socks, that couldn’t possibly hurt… the pants felt very restrictive, too, and so unnecessary… maybe best to lose her bra, too; it was a bit on the tight side, and her nipples wanted air. And her panties, oh my gosh, they were so wet! She couldn’t possibly wear those; it was just filthy.

Anya ran a hand down her naked body and looked at her clothes on the floor. Huh. She couldn’t really remember taking them off, but it certainly felt a lot better to not be wearing them. Her waiter picked them up and put them in a box; she didn’t know where or when it had gotten that, but she didn’t really care, either. Without really thinking about it, she ran her fingers through her wet cunt before popping them in her mouth. She was really horny. Er, no, hungry. That was it. Hungry.

“If she desires, her obedient servant would be elated to escort her to the dining hall,” said the shen tian.

“Yes, please!” said Anya, and took a few stumbling steps towards it. Gosh, she was pretty dizzy, wasn’t she? Well, that was probably because she was almost collapsing from starvation! It was a good thing her obedient servant was there to steady her, wrapping its tentacles around her arms and supporting her back. And oooh, how nice they felt against her bare skin… She just wanted them to touch her everywhere.

They started walking, Anya wobbling along, her eyes half-closed, not paying much attention to anything except how amazing her obedient servant’s tentacles felt, dreaming about having them do more than just guide her. But that was ridiculous. No matter how much of an absolute pervert she might be, her obedient servant was still the very soul of civility. She knew it would lead her safely to her next meal without any dalliances or detours. No way was it going to pause in order to caress her boobs… or comment on how wet she was… or treat her the way she clearly deserved to be treated; thinking like this in the middle of a restaurant. Nor did she actually want to be disciplined right now, anyway; she was far too hungry. She was just such a bad girl…

“May her obedient servant present the exalted guest… her dinner?”

Anya blinked a few times, trying to pull herself together. They were in a new room, a circular one with a domed roof, the swirling mosaic spiralling all around. In the middle of the room was a… well, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was. It kind of reminded her of a flower? Or a 3D-printed painting of a sun, maybe? It was lying beautifully on the floor, a round little dome in the middle, with long, snake-like extremities growing out of it, some of them straight out, some curling, in a lovely, perfectly symmetrical picture. Trying her hardest to think about what they reminded her of (and thinking really was very difficult!), she realised at last that they were like the appetiser straw, except there were so many more of them. It was coloured green and red and yellow and orange, all swirling patterns and dots, both whimsical and inspired.

It didn’t look like food so much as art, and yet the sight of it was making her lick her lips. She remembered how good the appetiser had tasted, and she was still so very, very hungry. She moaned.

“Please, allow her obedient servant to escort the exalted guest to her place,” said the shen tian, gently pushing and pulling her over to the elaborate display, coaxing her into a sitting position in front of one of the straws.

“No chairs,” noted Anya, a little perplexed. Not that it really mattered to her, but it was a bit strange, wasn’t it?

“Her obedient servant begs the exalted guest’s forgiveness,” said the shen tian, “and stands prepared to do whatsoever is in its power to make her as comfortable as possible, despite the lack of upholstered furniture.”

Anya giggled and waved a hand dismissively. “That’s okay. Um. So… I haven’t exactly done anything like this before. I mean… Do I just pick one? I might need you to tell me what to do, here…”

“Her obedient servant is honoured to be granted such an important task as directing the exalted guest,” said the shen tian, lowering its head deferentially. “Though indeed, the exalted guest has most cleverly arrived at the correct conclusion; all that is required of her for the time being is picking a straw and inserting it between her most amazing lips.”

“Mm, I can do that,” said Anya, grabbing the nearest one and sucking it into her mouth. To her fascination, three more of them lifted up and held themselves in the air, to maintain perfect symmetry; the one directly opposite and the two on the sides. But they couldn’t hold her attention long; the one in front of her was by far the most interesting.

She moaned, ever so happy to have her mouth filled again; the texture against her lips and tongue was just the best. If she’d been telepathic, too, she’d totally have foregone regular talking if it meant she could have one of those in her mouth all the time, never mind what it might look like. Maybe she was a bit of a slut, but was that so bad, if it felt this good?

“As per the exalted guest’s instruction, her obedient servant is compelled to advise her that main courses take a bit more work than an appetiser, and she ought to activate it by moving it back and forth in her mouth, while taking care to have her tongue touch it in as many places as possible.”

Nodding, Anya started moving the straw, or tube, or whatever she ought to call it, back and forth with her hands, while swirling her tongue around it. Gods, this was so lewd, she loved it. She was basically fucking her face with this… this tentacle. It was about the same thickness as the shen tian’s tentacles, now she thought about it. The word seemed to fit. She wondered if her obedient servant tasted as good as this did.

How long would she have to wait on her food, though? Of course, there was always waiting in restaurants, that was par for the course. At least the waiting time here was entertaining. She really liked sucking cock. Well, tentacle. Actual cocks were not half as nice as this. This was making her feel tingly and warm all over… especially in her cunt. It was too bad she didn’t have anything in there, too. She looked hungrily at the tentacle opposite her, moving back and forth in perfect tandem with the one in her mouth.

“Should the exalted guest experience any impatience, her obedient servant would be remiss not to inform her that activation does go quicker if she could find a way to fit more of the dish inside,” said the shen tian in her head, its words a perfect companion to her own thoughts.

Eagerly, Anya got up on all fours, and maneuvered herself around, so that she had her hands on one side of the round centre of her meal, and her legs on the other side, pushing the tentacles out of the way where necessary. She never let go of the one in her mouth, and soon its three mirroring friends were all pointed inwards, straight at her… and with a little bit of effort, she managed to coax the one behind her into her pussy.

It felt exquisite. She hadn’t realised how wet she was until it slid in, perfectly effortlessly, with an obscene, slick sound. She shivered, delighting in the feel of it, and nearly forgot her true purpose, her overwhelming hunger, for just a moment. But she didn’t let it distract her for long. Soon, she was fucking her mouth again, and in so doing, made the other tentacle fuck her slutty cunt. She couldn’t wait to have her mouth, her throat, her pussy, all of her filled with delicious food. Her only complaint was that she wasn’t being fucked hard enough, fast enough, deep enough. The first two were too difficult to do much about when she was doing this herself, with one hand, while using her other hand to hold herself on all fours (well, all threes). But depth…?

She took a deep breath through her nose and pushed the tentacle all the way into her throat, feeling the one in her pussy push deeper and deeper, making her exquisitely full.

“Her obedient servant feels the need to inform the exalted guest that once her meal activates, it will keep moving at whatever settings she’s tuned it to until all its contents are consumed,” said the shen tian, but Anya wasn’t really listening. She kept pumping the tentacle into her throat, fucking herself with wild abandon, and she could feel herself approaching orgasm… gods, she was such a slut, fucking herself so wantonly in a restaurant, of all places, while her waiter watched, how had she even gotten to this…?

The tentacles exploded with sustenance, their creamy contents spilling down her throat, pumping into her womb, and her mind went blank. She shuddered, losing her grasp on the tentacle, but it kep fucking her, even as it filled her up with its delightful, delicious food. She couldn’t really taste it very well this time, since it was being delivered straight down her throat, into her waiting belly, but she didn’t care. She loved it.

She nearly collapsed as she came, squirting her own juices, but strong limbs were there at once, her obedient servant holding her up, keeping her steady, as she kept cuming, convulsing, shuddering with the force of her own orgasm and the fuck that just kept going, the food that just kept coming.

At last, the tentacles calmed down and slid out of her, laying themselves to rest on the floor, as serene and artful as when she first arrived. Her obedient servant carried her away from it and lay her down at the floor too, where she let herself breathe, and calm down, and finally taste the food she’d been filled with, as leftovers had trickled into her mouth and over her lips as the “straw” had retreated from her. Again, it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Hot and spicy, like an explosion in her mouth, like edible lava, bright and burning.

“Has the exalted guest been satisfied?” asked the shen tian as she finally stirred from her stupor. “Would she like to move on to dessert? Or may her obedient servant tempt her with a second course?”

Anya thought about it. In the moment, it had felt like her dinner had pumped her full to bursting, but now, while she was no longer mind-numbingly hungry, she did still think she had room for another serving. And if all meals here felt as amazing as this… she really wanted to keep feeding her slutty side. It might be a bit weird, but it was so much fun! And it felt so good!

… If only someone could indulge her kinky side, too. You really want to do that in a restaurant? she thought to herself. What a pathetic, wanton whore you are, Anya. You should be ashamed of yourself.

She moaned, and twisted her nipple to punish herself for being such a bad girl. Gods, she was horny.

A tentacle lightly touched her shoulder, bringing her back to reality with a blush. Thank goodness the shen tian could only project their own thoughts, and not read hers. Even though it would’ve been nice if it would… no. No, she mustn’t think like that. She was already having the time of her life; she musn’t ruin it by being weird.

But on the other hand, how could she know what someone as alien as the shen tian considered weird…?

“I, um, I would like the second course, please,” she said, realising she’d already left her obedient servant waiting for quite some time. Her voice sounded strange, slurred and far too tangible, so unlike the shen tian’s perfect projections.

“Excellent,” said the shen tian. “Her obedient servant is delighted to obey. However, is her obedient servant correct to assume that standing up would require a bit too much effort for the time being? Perhaps the exalted guest would prefer to stay closer to the ground, where there is less chance of falling?”

Anya nodded, gratefully. Now that her obedient servant mentioned it, she was absolutely too dizzy and weak in the knees to stand up. Crawling around on her hands and knees was a much better idea. She was really lucky that it paid attention so well, and took such good care of her.

“Then if it pleases the exalted guest, her obedient servant would urge her to come along,” said the shen tian, and looped one of its tentacles around her neck, like a collar and lead. That was so clever and thoughtful! Now she didn’t have to worry about where she was going at all, she could just follow along, like the submissive little bitch that she was.

Soon, they came to another room much like the previous one, though the “dish” in the centre here was a delightful purple colour, which immediately made her mouth water. Could anything possibly look more delicious?

She let her obedient servant lead her until she was standing like last time, right over the circular centre of her meal, her hands and feet planted securely on either side. The middle here was thinner, but higher, less spread out like a domed circle, and more like… well, actually, it kind of reminded her of the head of a shen tian.

“May her obedient servant provide the exalted guest with any further assistance to make her second course as pleasurable as possible?” asked her waiter.

“Oh, um, yes please,” said Anya, blushing, wondering how much she could request. “Maybe you could help me with, er, activation? It’s a lot of work moving the, ah, the straws by myself. Could you do it for me?”

“Her obedient servant is only too happy to assist,” said the shen tian. “May it enquire as to how the exalted guest would like it to perform? Shall her obedient servant attempt to emulate the depth and velocity of her first course?”

“Oh, um, if you could go faster, that would be nice. Really pound me.” She blushed, but the shen tian simply nodded its bulbous head as though her request was nothing out of the ordinary. That made her bolder, and she opened her mouth, but then closed it again. She couldn’t possibly ask for this… could she?

“If the exalted guest has something more to say, her obedient servant would be delighted to hear it. Her obedient servant would never wish for her to hold anything back.”

“Well, okay…” She took a deep breath, lowering her gaze, not daring to look him in the eyes as she made her next, ludicrous suggestion. “Could you… spank me?”

“Her obedient servant will, of course, do whatever is in its power to make the exalted guest’s stay as delightful as possible,” said the shen tian. “Does the exalted guest desire anything further?”

“Ohhh,” sighed Anya. Was it just her, or did the voice in her head sound a lot more sensual than it had before? “Can you… not call me ‘exalted guest’… please?”

“What would she prefer her obedient servant to call her? Your highness? Princess? Mistress…?”

Anya moaned again, sinking down on her elbows, the heat of desire surging through her. “Maybe… maybe next time,” she gasped, her breath going fast and hard, like her drumming heart. “Today you should call me… call me a filthy slut. Call me a lustful whore! Call me – call me…”

She leaned hard on one arm, letting the other move backwards, past the round head of her meal, to her clit, and started rubbing it furiously. She was so wet…!

“Her obedient servant hears and obeys,” said the shen tian, and then there was a whooshing sound, a loud smack, and Anya yelped as pain shot through her up-turned bum. “Now, stop touching yourself, you stupid slut, and allow your obedient servant to plug your filthy holes. The nasty whore came here to be fed, did she not?”

“S-sorry,” squeaked Anya, hardly able to believe this was really happening, and got herself back in position on all fours, raising her butt up just a little extra. She was awarded immediately with another loud smack as the shen tian’s tentacle spanked her, keeping up a sharp rhythm even as he lifted one of the food tubes off the floor and shoved it unceremoniously into her mouth, while its twin shot into her waiting pussy.

Damn! Why had nobody ever told her this was how the Heavenly Temple operated? To imagine she could’ve experienced this ages ago! To be fed, to be fucked, to be dominated so thoroughly…! Why had no one… why hadn’t the reviews… her friends… why…?

Why was she trying to think? There was no reason to trouble herself. She was having the time of her life; her whole body was burning with lust, her bum was burning with pain, her pussy was drenched with pleasure, it was all so exquisite and perfect. No need to think about it, just take it, enjoy it like a good slut.

And thinking was so hard. Had been, ever since she stepped into the Heavenly Temple. Ever since she started looking at the swirling mosaics. Ever since she first heard her obedient servant’s voice in her head. That radiant, captivating voice. She would do anything for that voice.

Not that he was doing anything but trash-talking her at the moment. And he was delightfully good at it, too.

“That’s it,” cajoled the voice in her head. “The stupid cow is taking her meal like such a hungry whore! Her obedient servant has never seen anyone so eager to be fed, it is appalling! What a perverse creature she is, to crave it so hard! What sort of being begs to be beaten while she eats? What sort of nasty,” SMACK! “depraved,” SMACK! “wanton trollop,” SMACK! “could possibly want this?”

Anya moaned, a shiver running through her. She was close, so close…

“Well, as distasteful as the lustful harlot is, she is about to taste the fruits of her lascivious labour. And if she dares spill so much as a drop, her obedient servant will be most displeased…”

Teetering on the edge of orgasm, Anya suddenly tensed. She couldn’t disappoint her obedient servant. Which meant she had to focus. Which meant she had to not cum.

Barely had the thought escaped her before the tentacly tubes in her mouth and pussy erupted, filling her with a powerful, creamy substance, something with a real kick, like a thunderstorm just before it breaks, cold and hot at the same time. It was, once again, the best thing she had ever tasted, and even without the order to do so, she would’ve struggled to eat it all up.

Trouble was, she hadn’t expected to be fed from both ends. Her previous meal hadn’t done that. Her pussy filled and overflowed, the food (the cum, it felt so much like cum) struggling to get past the intruding tentacle, and as determined as she might have been, there was no way she could keep from orgasming.

“Naughty, naughty,” said the shen tian when the food finally stopped coming, and Anya lay sprawled atop the surprisingly comfortable centre of her dish. Her chin lay in a small puddle of soup and drool, while her pussy dripped with juices both alien and her own.

“Her obedient servant fears it will be forced to punish the nasty slut for her disobedience,” said the shen tian, it’s utterly remorseless voice at edge with its words. It almost sounded gleeful. “Fortunately, there is still dessert to be had… unless the insatiable tart has had enough?”

Anya struggled to think. She struggled to open her mouth. She struggled to formulate words. Still, there was no doubt in her heart what she wanted.

“Please… more.”

“Her obedient servant hears and obeys,” said the shen tian, and to Anya’s surprise a pair of strong tentacles lifted her to her feet, pulling her away from the now inert food-tubes, his touch as always setting her skin a-tingle. He didn’t let go, either, probably understanding that she’d collapse if she was left on her own, but hauled her along, her feet stumbling over the mosaic tiles, leaving a trail of droplets in their wake, like the erotic twist of a crime scene.

They didn’t have to go far. Her obedient servant led her to a small room with a darker shade to the mosaic decorations and dimmed lightning, giving off the vibe of a beautiful grotto. The really notable thing, however, was the dish, which although easily recognisable by now took her a moment to spot: it was fastened to the ceiling, with its food-tubes drooping down haphazardly here and there, like jungle vines, and without the perfect symmetry she’d grown accustomed to.

“Now, if the dirty slut will quiet her obnoxious moaning for a while,” said the shen tian, and Anya, who had been perfectly silent, couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan, making her obedient servant pause to give her another slap on the ass.

“If she will allow, her obedient servant will explain how dessert is normally served. Normally,” he said, while guiding her to the centre of the room and raising her arms into the air, “dessert is meant to be a pleasant, calming experience. The exalted guest is suspended, to give the illusion of floating on air, peaceful, as one with the infinite universe.”

As he spoke, the many tubes of her meal coiled around her wrists and arms, lifting her up, and soon more snaked around her legs and supported her back, until she was gently spread out on a bed of vines that felt just as amazing to the touch as the shen tian’s tentacles. Another food-tube hovered just out of reach of her lips, which she licked impatiently. But it did not come closer, and her obedient servant continued his explanation.

“Like appetisers, the dessert has been pre-activated, and so the exalted guest is welcome to partake of it at her own leisure, and can even forego taking it inside at all, instead letting it trickle into her mouth, being catered to like an empress being fed grapes by her obedient servant… if that is her preference.”

Experimentally, Anya opened her mouth, and indeed an enticing glob of sustenance, faintly glowing, oozed out of the food tube and dropped into her open mouth, exploding against her tongue. It was rich and sweet and magical, like the cream of the cow that jumped over the moon.

“However,” said the shen tian, “her obedient servant has observed that this exalted guest has rather different preferences, and her obedient servant would be remiss if those preferences weren’t met. Therefore, if she will kindly allow her obedient servant to make some alterations… the slutty whore will soon be served her just dessert.”

Anya shivered at the sound of his voice, which changed at the end to something delightfully menacing. He really did know exactly what she wanted.

No sooner had she thought it, than the vines holding her changed their grip, becoming tighter, more restrictive. They pulled insistently at her, forcing her into the position they wanted: Legs apart, knees bent, toes pointing towards her head. Arms behind her back, laced tightly together, pulled towards her toes. Even her hair was restrained, used to force her head back. She was thoroughly, unceremoniously and inescapably hogtied. A master of bondage with hours to perfect the knots could not have done it better.

“Is the despicable cumrag feeling comfortable?” asked her waiter, standing below her. “Her obedient servant does believe her to be particularly well suited for this brand of positioning. After all, she looks so very prepared to be used in whatever manner any coincidental passerby might find diverting. Ought he, perhaps, to plunder the moist cavern of her femininity? Or would it be more gratifying to plunge into her throat, cutting off her primitive mode of communication? Perhaps our imagined culprit would be so depraved as to force himself into that dark tunnel through which she dispels her waste? Would the slutty, wanton, dirty, whorish girl like that?”

“Oh yes, yes,” moaned Anya, practically drooling at the prospect. She’d almost forgotten this was supposed to be a restaurant. Perhaps she should be questioning this, but all she could think about was sex. She just wanted it so bad…!

“Her obedient servant shall catalogue this information for future visitations, in the ardent hope that the service provided today will indeed entice the exalted guest to return. For today’s dessert experience, however, her obedient servant must take the opportunity to teach the filthy slut about spilling, as she’s so prone to committing this wasteful act. Is she prepared to do better this time?”

“Yes, sir,” said Anya, without giving a second thought to the words she was using.

“Then open wide.”

A fat food tube hovered in front of her face, and Anya obediently opened her mouth, which was watering at the thought of being filled with delicious cum. (She couldn’t think of it as just cream, she didn’t care what it really was, she wanted, needed it to be cum. She was such a cumrag.) And filled it was. A jet of the gooey fluid squirted from the tip of the tentacle, shooting past her parted lips and down her gullet. And it just kept coming, forcing her to swallow, which made her close her mouth for just a moment… and get a nice paint stroke across her cheek.

“Her obedient servant is exasperated,” exclaimed her waiter, though he sounded more smug and gleeful. “Is the nasty whore utterly incapable of staying clean? Could it perhaps be that she enjoys wallowing in filth? Well, if that is her true desire, her obedient servant will of course do its utmost to fulfill it… however depraved it might be.”

Barely had he said it before another food tube joined the first, this one not even trying to aim for her mouth, instead shooting its load all over her face. And it wasn’t alone. She could feel lukewarm liquid hitting her breasts, her thighs, her feet, her back, her hair, her ass, her hungry pussy, and every other part of her. It was the ultimate bukkake, the likes of which only happened in anime porn, and there was no way she could ever go home looking like this – which was fine, because she didn’t want to ever go home. She just wanted to eat and fuck in the Heavenly Temple forever.

She didn’t know how much later it was that the shower finally stopped, her restraints were loosened, and she was lowered back down to the floor, where her waiter’s familiar tentacles wrapped around her shoulders and helped her stay on her shaky feet.

“Oh dear,” he said, “the exalted guest really has made a mess of herself. Her obedient servant begs her to contain her distress, however, and be calm in the knowledge that she will soon be clean. Simply allow her obedient servant to take care of everything.”

“You can take care of me whenever you want, if you know what I mean,” said Anya, smiling and winking rather sillily. “Can I give you my number? Do you do takeaway?”

“That would be highly inappropriate,” said her obedient servant, gently leading her into another mosaiced room, sadly devoid of psychedelic food flowers.

“But I want to see you again,” said Anya in a childish, whining voice.

“Her obedient servant is overjoyed to hear that its service has been appreciated, and assures the exalted guest that if she should deign to visit this humble establishment again, her obedient servant shall happily abandon all else for the utter delight of being in her most particularly amusing presence once again.”

“Oh,” said Anya, blushing a little – and then she shrieked, as a thick puff of smoke expelled itself from the ceiling and quickly enveloped her. She wasn’t scared, though, just surprised. How could she be scared while her obedient servant was still holding her in his loving embrace? She couldn’t see him through the fog, but she could feel his tentacles rubbing all over her naked body, and she had no idea what was going on, but she loved it.

It didn’t take long before the fog lifted, though, and when it did, she was as squeaky clean as if she’d just had a shower, and somehow, her obedient servant was holding the box with her clothes. Reluctantly, she pulled them on. They still itched, and she envied the shen tian their naked existence.

“The exalted guest is nearly ready to depart. Her obedient servant only has one last request before she goes. If she will please make her sight trace the red line of the pattern on the wall… and listen… very… closely…”