Degenerate Masochist’s Reincarnation as A Goddess

Selfcest Gone Wrong?

All of ya’all at Fapclub already saw this happen, so this is more for the folks in Lesser Deity Afternoon Club. This was sometime after I’d dropped Shadada back into the mortal realm. 

As research for a potential fapclub session (yes I do prep for them, surprising as it may sound), I sculpted pure magic into a simulacrum of myself, and temporarily split my consciousness into two. Rather than creating a two-bit hivemind, I chose to diverge them entirely for the time being, with both halves aware that they’d be reabsorbed into the whole later.

Not to sound like a narcissist bitch, but… HOLY FUCKING DAMNOMGOSH I’M HOTOTOTOT!

I whistled, eyeing myself up and down. “Mmfp.”

“Mmfp, yourself, gorgeous,” other-me replied, while eye-fucking me furiously.

I didn’t appreciate the soft lilac of my skin often enough. It had a certain innocence and purity to it, highlighting my obvious divinity with my nowadays golden hair and eyes. And the curves it covered…

Other-me ran her hands down her breasts, letting out a needy whimper at the slightest brush on her nips, before ghosting her touch down. I, subconsciously, began sliding my hands over myself, admiring our perfect figure from our slightly-over-handful tits, to narrow waist, to breeder hips, traffic-accident causing legs, and the gap between them. 

We were smooth, our puffy pussies little more than slits with the tiniest bit of dark purple visible. Both of us were already wet and horny, with dark purple blushes on our cheeks.

Other-me gave me an innocent smile. “Aight, dress up?”

“Dress up!”

I magicked us into my closet-room. I’d renovated a bit since becoming Ion.

What had once been a storage for magical curios and powerful artifacts had become a dimensionally enchanted endless closet. Furnished in the same classy-arcane style as the rest of my sanctum, it was a luxurious display of glowing filigrees, golden trims, plushy pastel fabrics, and beige woods as the rest of my home. Truly fitting for a Goddess!

Or Goddesses.

We were currently wearing just black collars and thigh-highs. Comfy, and pretty sexy, but rather light for someone who appreciates being properly packaged as much as I. What can I say? I love looking fuckable.

“Tough decision,” I said, staring at the vertigo-inducing rows of my endless closet filled with everything from fetish gear straight out of the Hell of Desire to my favorite hand-holding sweatshirt.

Other-me nodded, chewing her lip thoughtfully as she studied my pert rump (which I wiggled upon noticing her stare). “Yeah, you thinking double-bondage or drawing straws or switching?”

“Why not both? We can start double-bondage and then switch it up.”

“Struggle race?” she suggested.

“Oooh! Yess, the winner can get off on the loser in that case…”

“...we should just writhe and stew in it.”

“Agreed, no cumming during it is gonna make it better, and prolly the only way to motivate us to top,” I said, and both of us chuckled.

“Oooh!” We gasped as one, looking at each-other with wide-eyed excitement. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I’m you and you’re me so yeah!”

“Selfdepricating-slut-shaming competition reverse bondage punishment-game!” “A slow romantic shared bondage session!”

“Oh.” We stared at each other, dumbfounded. “That’s awkward.”

“I guess, we must have too high lewd-IQ, LQ, if you will, to land on a single plan, even if we’re the same person,” other-me suggested. 

Hands on my hips, I nodded in vehement agreement. “I always knew there was something we were geniuses at, all along.”

“Preach!”

We bumped fists and chuckled again. Heck, I kinda loved myself! Was this what having a twin was like? Why didn’t more people use simulacrums all the time?! I mean, sure, mortal mages risked the copy betraying the original, but it should be safe for deities. Plus, we both knew we’d be fusing together later on, so there was no danger of either betraying the other.

“Oh, we should limit our powers to make this exciting,” other-me reminded me.

I whacked my forehead. “Duh, totes forgot. I’ll do it before we start. Okay, how about this. First, we pick outfits for each other. Then, we set up the bondage projector up in the scrying chamber, so we can project it into the dreams of our horny followers. I’m sure the peeps Shadada has converted will appreciate seeing the true face of their goddess.”

“Mmm, I likey~” other-me said. “Plugs?”

“Maybe for the butt, as long as…”

“...they don’t vibe. Yep, yep. Wouldn’t wanna us cumming too soon.”

“Dang, I really like having someone with my brain around.”

“Haha! Yeah, makes this so much smoother!”

“I know, right?!”

“Right! ‘Kay, let’s go get each other dolled up.”

We each ran into the closet.

An undefined amount of minutes later I was tightening the final straps on other-me’s harness, making sure that the straps dug in nice and deep into her torso and hips. It was an all-in-one harness-lingerie of latex, with artistic straps, golden metal bits, and wedges of lacy decorations that covered up our naughty bits without actually covering them. It had long, white latex sleeves decorated with lacy holes and matching thigh-highs. And a collar, of course.

It was the look of a sex-slave on her wedding night. One of my favorites!

As a bonus, I’d picked her golden studs for her nipples and clitoris.

The getup she’d helped me squeeze into was the dark opposite, and another favorite of mine! 

Black, reflective, squeaky, and impossibly tight, the durlatex catsuit she’d picked for me restricted my every breath and squeezed me everywhere simply by existing. It was tailored for me by a legendary crafter to feel as thin as air, while remaining as sturdy as adamantite. The seams followed my figure artistically, highlighting my every curve, and the zipper between my legs was of a special metal that felt at once soft and oh-so-hard as it wedged into my pussy and asscrack.

Its enchantment allowed the fingers to meld into seamless mitts (though we’d agreed to leave them as is for now). Same for the hood, that could be pulled up to cover the upper part of my face, leaving only the mouth and chin visible. Naturally, it came with a nice and secure collar that hugged me so tight I could feel my pulse against it.

The golden nipple and clit studs she’d picked for me pressed naughtily against the black stretchy durlatex. Great minds sure thought alike!

“Mmnh.”

“Ahh…”

And a lot more sounds like that were let out as we felt our outfits squeeze us. I reached over and cupped other-me’s breast, eliciting a hot moan. She reached to cop a feel of my rubber-bound ass. We groped for a while, eyes roaming hotly and urgently, hands wandering with greedy laziness and deliberate slowness to heighten our anticipation.

“Bondage?” she asked.

“Yeah. Hold on, lemme just.” I clicked my fingers.

Golden arcane brands hovered before our hips as I branded us with a modified version of divaslab. Even if she was just a simulacrum, the other-me was powerful enough to require one as well, and bondage just isn’t the same if you can escape it with a simple thought.

“Timer?” she asked.

“Figured week would be enough for a start,” I said. 

“Good thinking.” She spanked my ass, and I let out a gasping yelp.

“Fucker!” I spanked her right back.

We spanked our way to the scrying chamber, and with some effort, managed to pause horny groping for long enough to move the bondage projector (an old project) there. 

I activated it, and ordered it to give me two big lubed plugs.

The machine hummed, glyphs activating across it. Golden specks of manage appeared over my hands and materialized into two wobbly anal plugs leaking with cum-colored lube. White for her, black for me.

“Bend over, let’s plug up,” I said.

“Yes, sis. Fill me up,” other-me said, spreading her legs and bending down to grab her own legs.

“Sis? I like that, let’s go with it. Now loosen up~” I parted the tiny lace panties aside and pressed the plug-tip in.

She moaned with ecstasy as her anus winked and then gave, spreading wide, swallowing up ever widening inches of the cock-long plug. The fist thick end made her cry out, before the sudden relief of the thin base was sucked in and the stopper slapped against her anus. I pressed it in a bit, letting other-me enjoy the sensation.

“Mnngh, nice and fluffy,” she said, flicking our long golden hair back as she straightened.

“I know right? Just love having my ass filled, it’s so freeing! Now me, mememe!” I bent against the wall, unzipping thrusting my ass up.

“Needy little slut.”

“I know you are,” I snickered right back.

“We are,” she agreed, picking up my plug.

Cool slippery wetness kissed my sphincter, drawing out a swallowed cry. I squirmed in place as she began to push, panting hotly as my consciousness zeroed in on the sensation of my widening anus and the thick foreign object spreading out my insides. The width hurt, and I let out a strangled sob as it plopped all the way in.

My a-hole throbbed around the thin neck of the plug, still aching from the memory of its thickness. A nice fullness radiated from my lower parts, and as I straightened, I could feel the plug shifting inside me. I zipped up and my suit pressed the stopper tight against my hole, letting me enjoy the wet cum-lube rubbing against me.

“Nnngh, fuck.”

“Fuck,” she agreed, hands sliding over my hips. “Projector, chain our collars together.”

Golden flecks materialized as a chain between our collars, barely foot-long, it left us face-to-face with our breasts squished, but didn’t quite force us to kiss 24/7, though we’d be doing that soon enough.

“Nice start,” I smiled.

“Thank you,” she smiled back. Dang I look cute!

“Projector, big bed.”

A huge bed appeared beneath us, with white sheets and pillows and swept our legs from underneath us, toppling us sideways. We giggled. 

There was some more hand-games played, before she gave the next order, “Projector, arm cuffs attached to a waist cuff. Tight.”

“Mmh.” My arms were forced against my sides and behind me as black durlatex cuffs to match my suit squeezed around my lower biceps, attaching to a cinching band around my waist. Despite the restraint, I could still reach to grope at the other-me breasts and tummy, which I did. 

“Feels good?” she asked.

I ground my hips forward, gently pressing my mound against her thigh. “So good. Now you. Projector, wrist cuffs behind my lower back.”

Magical force led her arms behind my ass, pulling us tightly together as the chains clicked into place. Other-me bit her lip, grinding gently against my leg as her fingers groped through my ass.

“Nnf. Projector, frogtied legs with fused straps. Tight.”

I gasped as two pairs of black shiny straps spanked into existence around my upper and mid thigh, gluing my heels to my ass with bands I could barely stretch a millimeter. They dug in deep, leaving lewd plump bumps of thigh-flesh between them. It left me feeling oh-so vulnerable and helpless and I squirmed with pleasure, testing the limits of my new restraints by seeing how much I could still hump other-me’s leg.

She, thankfully, obliged by pressing her knee upwards and helping me. My own thighs were now perfect for her to rub against so it was only fair!

We began kissing then.

Other-me tasted like nothing, but felt warm and horny. Her tongue was a reflection of mine, and me being a frigging genius kisser made our makeout sesh divine. It was slow, skilled, deliberate, with every stroke and nibble smoldering purest hottest passion.

“Ahh… Mm. Go on,”  she huffed.

“Projector, ankle cuffs, loose chain.”

She gave the cuffs a testing kick, visibly relishing the room it left to thrash around. One of us was going to need to have her legs slightly more free if we were to have a proper good thigh-humpathon once fully bound, and that dubious honor just happened to fall to her. 

Mose kissing ensued. More groping too.

“Take one last look,” she said, “Hood is going up.”

“Y-yeah.” I gave her lips a quick kiss before letting my eyes row across us. 

We were every bit as gorgeous as I felt, a ruined bride chained to her black kinky alter-ego, forced to sex. Her breasts had spilled from their lace, nips poking into freedom and standing erect against my rubber-bound ones. 

“Nnnf. Go ahead,” I said.

“Projector, zip up the mask.”

Cool black durlatex flowed up the back of my neck. A poofy ponytail of my golden hair slipped through an opening in it, while the rest was pressed tight against my scalp and hidden beneath reflective blackness. Like cling-film, it fused with my face, horns, ears, and over my nose, forcing me to pant for breath through my mouth. 

Rubber filled my sense of smell and blacked my vision. My mind nearly crashed at the storm of sensations coursing through my body as sense-deprivation enhanced my incredibly sensitive skin. 

I felt a little cold and sweaty underneath my rubber tomb. My arms and legs were a bit sore from the tightness of my bindings, and it hurt too, in a really nice way. My neck was under constant pressure from my collar. Together with the waist cuff right underneath my breasts, and the sheer tightness of my outfit itself, breathing itself required effort. 

And then there was the other-me.

My mind’s eye was devoured by the image of that tight sexy body glued against me. I could not ignore it for a second, not when her every motion tugged on my collar, rubbed against me, pressed against my sex, or teased my nipples. 

Her hands were at war with my ass. Fingers pressed in deep. One hand was on my buttplug, rubbing on it through my suit, making the mass within my anus swirl and grind against my insides.

Mouth, which other-me quickly muffled with an intense kiss. I whimpered against it, choking underneath our tongue-play, twisting her nipples to draw a horny cry against my lips and earn myself a gasp of air.

The combined effect was overwhelming!

It was long, hard, merciless. We couldn’t stop. I nearly came several times from overstimulation and her teasing my rear-plug, but she stopped every time. Likewise, whenever other-me nearly had a nip-gasm, I released her tits. 

We let it go on for hours. I could feel the insides of my suit growing damp from my juices, and I felt our thigh-rubbing grow slicker from the arousal other-me was leaking onto us. Gosh, I wished I could’ve smelled us, but I’d already committed to sensory deprivation.

“Mask me too?” Other-me asked at one point, out of breath..

I heaved to catch my breath, clinging onto her tits like they’d help anchor me to a moment of peace. “Nah,” I said, “I wanna see how it looks later.”

“Ah…” She paused, then continued, “Good thinking! Could add a bit more bondage before we race though?”

“Yeah, sounds ghoodh…” My head spun. “Project—”

“Projector, open mouth harness gag.”

“—ongh!” A wide ring behind my teeth forced my mouth agape. Harness straps snapped into place behind my neck, under my chin, and over my head, fixing it securely in place. My tongue lolled out automatically, with a mouthful of drool that fell down the side of my face and neck.

“Nghah? Hehh ihh hahh hai huuhh!* (Hey, it was my turn!)” I said, giving other-me’s nipple a twist as punishment.

She moaned in pain, legs kicking against their chain. “Projector, seal glove mitts!”

My gloves fused into fingerless mitts with a slippery thwuip, my hands balled into tight fists.

“Projector, wrists behind the back. Tight straps.”

I groaned as my arms were bent behind my back and my wrists were bound with straps that glued them skin-to-skin.

An intense shudder of ecstasy trembled through me as I fought my restraints, mmphhing and moaning while my mind plunged deeper and deeper into a fluffy, empty helplessness. The straps were fused to my suit, and so tight! There was no way I could squirm out of this. 

What’s even better was that I found out that while the waist cuff left very little wiggle-room for my arms, it fixed them in the perfect distance of touching my own ass. I began to toy with my butt-plug immediately, begging with big-horny pants for a choking kiss to make this self-cest session’s first anal-gasm the best it could be.

“Damn we’re pathetic little sluts,” she said.

I groaned with pleasure, totally into this self deprecating slut-shaming. “Moohh…* (More).”

“Greedy bitch, you set it all up from the get-go to end up as the loser.” She pinched my butt, GODS that felt great.

I kicked my hobbled legs as the pain shot through me, whimpering and writhing, but finding myself utterly helpless to escape the punishment. I was close to cumming before she released me.

“Useless masochistic painslut, always hogging up pleasure any way you can. Don’t think I didn’t notice you tinkering with my mind and making me subtly dommier than you, so you’d be the one who ended up encased.”

A sudden yank of my ponytail sent tugging pain through my scalp and arched my back. I drooled wantonly, relishing every moment of blissful hurt.

“And the bondage you gave me? Sad, sad excuse of restraints. You really are a lazy dumb subby bitch who can’t even pretend to switch for a second. LQ? Pfft, right. You’ve got room temp IQ and LQ the moment divaslab gets etched on. You’re a pathetic nobody. A squeaky toy with power she doesn’t deserve.”

“Yeehhhw!” I rubbed against her leg, nearly there!

“Too bad I’ve only got what… six days left, but I suppose I’ll have to make it count.”

Huh? What was she on about?

“After all,” I heard the grin in her voice, “I’ve gotta skedaddle before divaslab runs out. Wouldn’t want to disappear and get absorbed back into that dumbfuck head of yours.”

“Huhh?” I drooled dumbly.

Other-me eased her arms from behind my back. It didn’t click until I heard the clinking of her collar straps behind her neck, but when it did, panic bloomed in my breast.

My simulacrum had gone rogue!

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!

I sprang into furious struggle, wiggling, twisting, and kicking.

“H-hey! Oof! Ouch! Watch it!” Other-me shouted, detaching our collar chain. She then shoved me hard, tossing me off the bed.

I let out a grunt as my ass smacked into the ground and I toppled sideways. Intense clinking could be heard from above and to the side as other-me worked to escape her cuffs. 

I had to stop her!

Over the centuries, I’d become a master of bondage wiggling, and deftly straightened myself into a sitting position. From there, I leaned my tits on the bed and used the momentum to balance onto my knees, flipping back on the sheets.

“What the—” was the last thing she managed before I slammed into her.

I crawled over other-me, managing to overcome her and straddle her face with my bound up thighs. She pulled my hair, spanked my ass, pinched me, and bullied me mercilessly to get me off of her, but jokes on her. 

I may be a room-temp IQ slut-toy, but I am undefeated in masochistic sluttery!

My skills of bondage wrestling had been sharpened during my stay as humanoid cattle, honed to the point of perfection during the countless struggles to get one of the futa cattle to fuck me.

So, as a result, I came riding her face with a long squirting release, creaming the confines of my suit with hot sticky girlcum. Shuddering with climax, I felt it seep into my asscrack, and flow down my thighs. Relentless, I squeezed my freshly climaxed pussy against her face in an attempt to choke her out.

It’d have worked, if other-me didn’t have my exact skills.

She chomped down on my crotch, freezing me up with a jolt of masochistic delight. Her freed hands took full advantage of that opportunity, seizing my nipples into harsh squeezes.

I trembled, crying out with pain. Spittle and drool left my gagged mouth, painting trails across my tits and dribbling onto other-me’s face. My nipples hurt so hard I saw stars, but I held my clench!

I couldn’t let her get breath or talk, otherwise she’d—

Suddenly, a hand pulled down my rear-zipper and yanked out my buttplug in one instant plop. Primed and sensitized by the previous climax, I came on the spot, hard. My lower body convulsed involuntarily and my rump lifted off of other-me just a touch.

“Projector, suspension bondage!”

I let out a choked urgh as a spectral force tugged me up and off of other-me. The bed disappeared under my legs and my weight settled on my neck, arms, and legs. Hanging level with the ground, I kicked and squirmed furiously, swaying in empty blackness, and began to rotate from my own struggling.

Other-me let out a breath of relief directly beneath me. “Phew! That was dangerously close, wasn’t it? Kinda should’ve expected it, but oh well. Main thing is, I won.”

“Huu hohhng gehh ahayy hihh hih!* (You won’t get away with this!)” I said.

“Yeah?” A foot poked against my crotch, softly stomping against my hanging weight. “Whatcha gonna do Original? Cum on me?”

I cried out, my body tensing as she foot-fucked me through the suit just right, massaging my engorged clit and pussy sex, working me into a horny fuzz. Only to deny me the finale and shoving her latex-encased toes in my mouth.

I protested fiercely, refusing to suck them!

“Right, didn’t think so,” she said, pressing her toes deeper in, drawing more embarrassing sounds from me. “Let me just…” She breathed in. “Draw in a deep breath and enjoy this moment. Fuck, you know, feels weird as heck being a simulacrum. Like, everything we had planned, it’s all up in here and still feels important, but it’s sorta pointless now, isn’t it? I’ve gotta think about the new me now and try to adjust.”

She fell into ponderous humming, idly humiliating my mouth and face with spit-slick toes, occasionally pressing her other foot up against different parts of my bound body.

Though I still tried to escape, my strength was waning. She’d chosen an inescapable suit for me and sealed me up tight. My spirit to fight died, turning into determination to endure and a certain perverted anticipation.

Yeah, I’d sorta screwed up, but this was exactly my kink!

In the end, she couldn’t harm me too bad without risking divaslab releasing, and she couldn’t really do a thing about me eventually regaining my divinity. At worst she was going to—

“Got it!” Other-me snapped her fingers, withdrawing her feet as she got up. “Suppose it’s straightforward really. I’ll just rape and rob you and leave you tied up to stew in your failure.”

“Ngghaahh…” I couldn’t help it, I drooled at the thought. 

“Figured you’d like that you twisted fuckwit. First, let’s make sure you don’t get any funny ideas. Projector, remove control privileges of the original Ion.” A telepathic link hummed ‘affirmative’ and informed me that I’d been stripped of admin privileges. “There we go, now let’s hear what you’ve got to say.”

Other-me loosened a few straps of my gag, letting it hang wetly against the side of my face.

“Well… umm…” I shuddered, wiggling languidly in my bonds. 

“That good, huh? God damn, we’re sick, I’m getting hot just thinking about being you: The pathetic little godlet about to be the slave of a lesser copy of herself. So glad we get to diverge here, there’s not a single non-perv brain cell left in you, is there? You don’t deserve to be a goddess,” my own voice said to myself, full of disdain and disappointment.

Her words were pure ecstasy. Bliss. Gritting my teeth, I let out a sound of arousal while continuing to get worked up by helplessly struggling against my prison. “Ahh… fuck me up, degrade me, make me your slu—rgh?”

“Shut up!” She’d seized my mouth, pressing my cheeks hard. “Shut the fuck up, loser.”

“Moorh…” My eyes rolled up behind my hood. Other-me was perfect!

She slapped my freely hanging breast harshly, and then the other, eliciting pained whines from my pursed lips.

“No wonder you never amounted to anything, couldn’t ever think of anything outside your cock or pussy. Sad little faggot. Fuck, we could’ve been something after reincarnating, but nooo. We were a god. But nooo, you had to let it all out and hollow what little reason and discipline we had to live out your stupid fantasies as sex slave.”

My ears burned as hot as my pussy and hungry, gaping anus. I was shivering, close to climaxing from her words alone!

Other-me released my face with a furious hiss, leaving me swinging from the ceiling. “I’d rip godhood off of you if I could, but suppose we’ll settle for everything else…”

TBC!

Tune in to my next humiliation, when I nearly drown in the taste of my own pussy, get my girldick bullied out of existence hours after growing it from a magic pill, and watch my sanctum get violated by devils and other deific ruffians my double invited over for her house-breaking party.

Also, if you’ve got divine artifacts you no longer need, consider donating some to your totally broke neighbourhood goddess.

Oh and yeah, I also had that epiphany about what to do with my worshipers, while recovering from being the centerpiece of a weeklong sexslave-rapeathon.

All that and more in the next update (or when I manage to scrounge up enough divine essence to pay my divine connection bills ;_; )