Superiority

Inside the room Rarity saw maybe twenty or thirty people. Mostly naked, some wearing fetish wear. The majority of them women, but there were some men. All of them were good looking, fit, and young. There wasn’t a single woman who didn’t have large breasts. The men had firm muscles. Rarity was still the most beautiful woman in the room, she always was, but this time these people were at least comparable to her.

They weren’t all fucking all at once, but unlike the other party that Spike and Rarity had been at, there was much more sex actively happening here and there. People were drinking wine, and chatting, and there was a little S&M, with some people on leashes, others tied up, and one girl was being whipped with a riding crop.

Right in the centre was one man who stood out. He was sitting back on the main couch, with a young and beautiful black girl who was gently caressing his huge cock. He was looking toward the doorway and toward Rarity. He was slightly older than the rest, with just a small hint of gray in his long unkempt black hair. Instead of making him look older, though, it gave him an air of authority. He had abdominal muscles, and broad shoulders. The man was almost completely naked save for a red and white jacket, and a crown like accessory on the head. He stood up, casually motioning the black girl away, and then he walked over toward Rarity.

As he approached Rarity, his huge cock swung side to side, looking heavy and predatory. It was thick, long and veiny. The way the man walked wasn’t just as if he was comfortable walking naked and powerfully erect. He walked as if he expected respect and admiration from everyone around him.

Rarity stood back a little bit as he stepped to within a yard of her. She was a little frightened. This wasn’t at all the disappointment she feared. When she and Spike went to the fetish party a couple of weeks ago, they were looking for something like this. But what was in front of Rarity now was much higher than anything they could have expected. Now that the images had become reality, she was intimidated and didn’t know if she could handle it. She had also suddenly been thrust into this world without any preparation, and without Spike. It was all too much, and she literally considered running away.

“Don’t be frightened,” the King said in a calm, smooth and deep voice. He held out his hand and his manner was so gentle that it contradicted the fact that he was aroused. “In a way I’m sorry to bring you here during one of my parties and confront you with this so suddenly. However, my chauffeur informed me that this was an opportune time to approach you, and I did not want to miss the opportunity. Please, take my hand. No one here will make you do anything you do not want to do.” Not knowing what else to do, Rarity took his hand. The King glanced over to the chauffeur who seemed to understand an unspoken command and excused himself in a hurry.

The King led her into the room. She pulled back a bit in resistance, as it seemed he was going to pull her right into the center of the party. “Don’t worry,” the King said as if he could read her thoughts, “I wouldn’t be so crass as to push you into anything. I mean for us to go this way.” As he spoke, he nodded toward a large ottoman chair off to the side of the room, facing in toward the party, but distant enough to feel separate from it. Rarity nodded her assent and they walked toward the chair.

When the reached the chair, the King sat down, and Rarity assumed she might sit beside him. However, he guided her as she sat so that she ended up sitting on his knee like a little girl meeting Santa Claus. She felt a little embarrassed, with his erect penis pressed up against her thigh. Although she was clothed, she felt like it was her who was behaving strangely. It was as if she had stepped out of reality and into a movie. Not onto a movie set, but actually the reality of some movie where all the rules of life were different. It was the only thing that kept her from running. Her sense of reality was off balance and in her daze she made no effort to separate herself from the man or object to this invasion of her personal space.

“You must have many questions,” the King said, “and I have no intention of holding back any mysteries from you. I am a very powerful man. Not just with money, but with people. I am at the top of a group that believes there are superior and inferior people. I have people who do as I say. And I enjoy many pleasures.”

“You mean, like a cult?” Rarity asked. The King laughed off the idea.

“No, not like a cult,” the King said. “We don’t do silly ceremonies or worship ridiculous gods. Look at those people, Rarity. What do you think when you look at them?”

“They’re,” Rarity said and then paused as she looked at the mass of bodies moaning with pleasure, nearest to them was a blue haired man furiously fucking a girl with a fleur de lis tatoo, “they’re all so beautiful. Are they models?”

“Some of them,” the King said. “They are the superior people. The better people. Though they are still a level subordinate to me. Tell me Rarity, a woman as beautiful as you, don’t you feel as though there is power in the way men lust after you? The way women are jealous of you?” Rarity bit her lower lip, unsure how to respond. The way she was raised, it seemed way to egotistical to admit to such a thing. “You don’t have to answer. Some people are beautiful, some people have power, some people are born to lead over other people. The group I am with, we recognize this fact and embrace it. The people who really run the world, who hold real wealth, we do as we please. Wouldn’t you like to be a part of that group?”

“I don’t know,” Rarity said, “this is more than I was expecting.”

“What were you looking for when you went to that party the other day?” The King asked.

“My husband and I,” Rarity said, “were just looking for some way to spice up our sex life. We were just looking for something exciting.”

“And why did you not find it then?” the King asked, though clearly he knew the answer already.

“The people there were so, ” Rarity paused because she felt guilty for saying what she was thinking out loud.

“Go on, say it,” the King said.

“They were so ugly,” Rarity said. “It was sickening to think of them having sex at all, let along joining them.” Partly Rarity felt guilty, but partly she felt relieved to admit her real feelings.

“Yes,” the King said, “they were beneath you. I never go to such pathetic get-togethers, but I have some of my slaves attend them because once in a crystal moon there will be a gem among the stones. A woman, such as yourself, who is looking for more. And this time, I believe I have found something truly special.”

“What do you mean?” Rarity asked.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have met,” the King said in a matter of fact tone that made his flattery seem sincere, “and I knew from what my slave reported that you were different. And now that you’re here, I can sense it. Inside you is a power, something that needs to be let out.”

The conversation and the whole context was weird to start with, but now it was getting even weirder, and Rarity laughed a little. “Okay, I think this is going a little far…”

“You’re hesitant because you can’t believe the possibility,” the King said, completely unfazed by her laugh. “Tell me though, Rarity, wouldn’t you like to take the chance to feel real pleasure? To discover the thrill of true power?”

Rarity stopped laughing and looked down at the King ’s throbbing cock. It was much bigger than Spike’s. She wasn’t sure if it would fit inside her. In her mind was a voice saying that all of this was insane. However, there was also a wetness between her legs and a light headed feeling that compelled her to want to go forward. She wasn’t even mad at Spike at this point. The journey from the street to this man’s lap felt like a journey to another dimension. She felt removed from the world and Spike and the rest of her life was like a far away place that she couldn’t quite recall at the moment. A part of her knew that even if she didn’t do anything more, that sitting on a man’s lap with his penis exposed would be considered cheating. However, she was already lost in an upside down world where those things didn’t matter.

“You may suck my cock now,” the King said, and without pushing, he gently guided her off his knee and down so that she was kneeling in front of him. Part of her felt like laughing off his arrogance. His phrasing was so presumptuous. At the same time, as arrogant as he obviously was, he was undeniably right that she was ready to explore this moment. She had been searching for years to try and find out what it was she was lacking. She didn’t know if she would find any help in this situation, and it was all wrong how she was so suddenly plucked out of her real life and into this alternate reality that it wasn’t at all how she would have liked to arrive at this moment. However, she was here now and sometimes in life an opportunity for something you wanted comes up when you’re completely unprepared. Rarity had only moments of hesitation and doubt about this man and this place and this situation, but years of searching and wondering if something like this might be the key.

She was going to let him fuck her any way he wanted, and they both knew it. Something about his arrogance even heightened the excitement for her. He seemed so in control, so powerful.

She was hesitant at first, pressing her lips against his cock, feeling the ooze of pre-seminal fluid cover her lips. She was not in the mood for subtlety, though. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in, deep into her throat. She looked up, and he smiled approvingly, as if she was satisfying his expectations. She blushed a little, again struck by his smug sense that somehow she was supposed to be giving him head. She thought of Spike for a moment, how he would be completely crushed if he had any idea of what she was doing. She knew at this moment he was probably worried about her, and might even be out in the rain searching for her. Somehow, though, the thought of Spike only made her commit to taking it further. Now that she was in this far, there was no point to stop. If it meant she and Spike would break up, then it should be for the real thing, and nothing part way.

As her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically on the King ’s cock, she felt a tingling of impatience between her legs. Somehow she wanted the King to be pleased with her cock sucking ability, but that was at odds with her growing desire to have him inside her. Eventually, she could hold back no longer and she took her mouth of his thick member and she stood up. She was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so her clothes easily came off. As she stood in front of her, he was taken back by the majesty of her body. It was if it was sculpted, a model of perfection. Her huge breasts stood out and seemed to float with their size so out of proportion to how they stood up and out. Even the King, who had seen much exceptional beauty, had a sharp intake of breath as he was impressed.

She did not waste any time, and she straddled on top of him, sliding down onto his huge member. Despite her fears about its size, it slid into her and filled her up in a way that she had never felt before. It pressed up inside of her, pushing against her boundaries in every direction, making her able to feel the sensation of every part of the inside of her being excited and stimulated. She moaned loudly and began to thrust her hips back and forth. The King met her movements in perfect unison.

It wasn’t long before she climaxed, and climaxed hard. She had never actually experienced an orgasm before, and this sensation rang throughout her body in such a way that she had no doubt that even though she didn’t have experience to compare to, this was not a normal feeling. It was bigger and more dramatic than what she imagined. Her back arched and her head went back involuntarily as she squealed at the top of her lungs.

She thought that the feeling would fade, but it lowered in intensity like the trough between waves, and she knew there was more coming. The feeling welled up inside and hit her again, even harder than the first time. She never imagined sex could feel even remotely like this. Spike suddenly seemed so lacking in comparison.

The King lifted her up without letting her off his cock, and he turned her back toward the ottoman and lay her down upon it. He continued to fuck her hard, causing her to climax continuously. Her orgasms only trailed off because her body became exhausted, numbed by too much pleasure.

The King took his cock out and he moved up to place them between her breasts. She instinctively squeezed them tightly around his cock, and their massive pillowy size would have completely covered most men’s penises, but the King’s cock was able to still reach out so that when he came he exploded all over her face. She opened her mouth to catch as much as she could, but the King was intent on getting as much as possible all over her face.

She sat up beside him, not sure what to do. The King snapped his finger, and a young beautiful blond girl walked from the group of people having sex nearby over to where the King and Rarity were. “Lick her clean,” the King said, and the blond girl immediately began to lick the cum off of Rarity’s face, neck and huge round tits. Rarity was startled for a moment, as she had never had another woman touch her sexually in any way, but somehow in the King ’s world, it seemed to be normal. She even kissed the blond a little, and found it to be exciting much to her surprise.

When the blond girl had licked up all the cum, the King waved her away. “It feels good, doesn’t it,” the King said, “to have slaves at your call?” Rarity watched the blond return to the orgy, and smiled. It did feel good.

“These people do whatever you say?” Rarity asked.

“Yes,” the King answered.

“Is that what you want me to be?” Rarity asked.

“You? A slave?” The King laughed. “No. In you I sense something more. I want you to feel the privilege of superiority as I do. Wouldn’t you like that?” Rarity couldn’t help but think that having servants sounded good. However, the glow of her orgasms was wearing off, and she was actually a little aware of soreness inside of her. Her passions satisfied, the part of her mind that wanted to be responsible and rational grew in strength. The world outside of this strange bubble of sin and pleasure became more real to her. She had friends and work and a life that was nothing like this strange place. She had a husband, and she was suddenly confronted with the guilt of having undeniably cheated on him. She had cheated completely and totally, without any room for interpretation.

“Um… that’s flattering,” Rarity said. “Is there somewhere I can clean up?” she said as she stood up and picked up her clothes off the floor. Her rational mind was in overdrive now. She had been caught up in a moment of fantasy, but how could this all be real? Surely no one can keep up a reality of constant sexual pleasure all the time. All this talk of slaves and power must just be some sex club dreamt up by this man and his friends, and surely they all go back to their lives the next day, just like regular people.

The King looked amused, as though he knew Rarity was having doubts but thought they were unfounded to the point of being silly. Still, he pointed down a hallway off to his left, and Rarity went down to discover a large bathroom, larger than the apartment she and Spike had. As she cleaned up and looked in the mirror, she thought about Spike. She felt very guilty and very bad for having betrayed him. As she imagined telling Spike what happened, she realized that on the one hand it would crush him so completely. He was so loyal, so trusting, that to have fucked another man would be beyond what he could handle. Also, on the other hand, she realized that what she had seen and experiences was literally unbelievable sounding. Not only would it be impossible to convey to Spike how she had been caught up in a moment because of how strange and different from reality it all felt, it would be impossible to make Spike even believe it was true. It sounded like a lie to cover up something else, and she could only imagine that Spike would be disbelieving her description of the truth and insisting on knowing what really happened, and Rarity unable to prove a story that was both false and more believable.

Rarity resolved to not tell Spike. The only parts of her story that he would believe are the parts that would hurt him to his core, and the rest would just cause him to distrust her by not believing her. She had been caught up in a moment, it was a mistake, and she had no intention of returning to this place. This “King” person might have a life built around sex, if he’s to be believed, but Rarity didn’t think sex was all that important. She had a husband she loved and who loved her. That was the most important thing. So she resolved to go back to her life with Spike and try harder to make it work with him, and use this experience to make her relationship stronger. After all, now she knew that she could orgasm, so all she needed was to do that with Spike.

Rarity came out of the bathroom and found the King still sitting leisurely on the ottoman, casually looking at the orgy in front of him. He seemed so at ease, as if he hadn’t been waiting, but merely sitting and relaxing as he might have done anyway. “I, um, had a really good time, and I want to thank you,” Rarity said, “but I think I need to go.” Her words seemed awkward for how they were the same thing you might say after having coffee with someone, not after having just had the most intense sex one had ever had with a complete stranger. However, the King seemed completely not bothered by any of it.

“I’ll have my driver take you home.” Rarity was about to protest, but the man simply raised his hand and it was clear he would insist "And by the way, my name is Sombra."

Soon, Rarity was in the car being driven home. As the car left its private parking lot and made its way through the city streets, the fantasy world of King Sombra faded further and further in Rarity’s mind. She felt guilt more than anything else, and felt tension rise in anticipation of having to lie to Spike’s face.

“Please drop me off here,” Rarity said suddenly, as they were two city blocks away from her and Spike’s apartment.

“Are you sure, ma’am?” the chauffeur asked. “It’s cold outside and I would like to see you safely to your destination.”

“I don’t want my,” Rarity stopped just before saying ‘husband’. Somehow to say it out loud to this driver made her cheating that much more concrete. “I don’t want to be seen coming out of this car,” she said.

“I understand ma’am,” the chauffeur said as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. He got out and opened the door for her, holding an umbrella over her, and when she got out, he handed her umbrella back to her. When she was on the sidewalk, the chauffeur said, “Ma’am, the King would like for me to inform you that when you want to see him again, you are to phone this number.” He held out a small red and black card for her to take.

“I won’t be needing that,” Rarity said, and was about to walk away, but the chauffeur stopped her by speaking.

“That is your choice, ma’am,” he said, “but it’s my duty to give you the card. So please take it from me.” Rarity couldn’t argue with that. This man was just doing his job, if it can be called a “job” when a person is a slave, if that’s what he was. She took the card and then quickly walked away before anything else could happen. She didn’t even look back to see if the chauffeur drove away.

When she got back into the apartment, she found Spike waiting up for her. She lost track of time and didn’t realize it was so late. Could it really have been hours? He looked so worried, as if it hadn’t even crossed his mind that there was any other reason for her to be late other than something bad might have happened to her. That she was actually being fucked harder than ever and screaming with orgasms seemed like such a cruel reality by being so completely opposite to what he might guess. She jumped into his arms the moment he saw him, and he comforted her lovingly.

She couldn’t say out loud that she could still feel the Sombra’s powerful cock inside her, an echo of the intense pleasures she had just experienced. She had no other story to replace the reality, though, so she just hoped Spike would believe that she had just thought things through. She tried to be as vague as possible, and Spike didn’t push her.

Spike leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed back, but she pulled back from letting it get too passionate. She could still taste Sombra's cock in her mouth, and not only did she worry Spike might taste it too, she felt so guilty for how she was holding on to the lingering taste as a reminder of how erotic the situation had been for her. Especially since Spike was being so understanding and trying to be supportive. The contrast between how much she had betrayed him and how much he was acting as if it was him who had done something wrong was almost too much for her.

They went to bed with Spike comforting her all night long, and she cried off and on as she tried to push out the memories of how good it felt to be fucked to powerful orgasm, again and again, by someone other than her husband.