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"Four peas" - Part 2
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"Good, pussy," a fatherly voice serenely responds to her careful selection.
"Mmmmhhh," wafts from her throat as the quiet machinery hums to life. A soft, green glow slowly brightens the edges of the floor, and she glances down at her own body strapped into the 'pussy chair', currently reclined back at a 45-degree angle. Heavy, leather belts wrap firmly around her chest, stomach, limbs, throat, and forehead to insure that all of her remains forcibly splayed open, closely held to the contours of the padded chair. Her head is further immobilized by the two metal braces growing out of, and perpendicular to, the chair's headrest. The soft, cushioned leather compresses her ears to her skull, leaving her unable to look anywhere but forward.
She releases another sigh, relaxing as the muscles of her back are vibrated and massaged by the versatile shiatsu rollers built into the frame of the chair. Integrated heating pads activate to warm her naked body, helping her goose-bumped skin fight the constant chill in the crisp air of her small, box-like cell.
She detests her shameful enjoyment of the 'right answers', feeling like she is somehow contributing to, or at least approving of, their demented games. On the other hand, she decided a long time ago to take full advantage of any moments of infrequent solace, or even pleasure, in this dismal place. She knows the soothing sensations will last for about 90 seconds more, so she closes her eyes and lets her mind drift far away from this confining hole.
As often happens, her thoughts gravitate towards Danielle, her girlfriend, the love of her life. At least she was her girlfriend before Akio was ripped away from her by the remorseless pair of savages holding her captive. Danielle, with her wonderful smile and dry sense of humor, with her ability to understand Akio's heart like no one else in the world. She misses her terribly. She wonders if Danielle is still waiting for her to return to the other world, the real world, a world very different from the one that contains this carnival of horrors. Is Danielle still holding on to hope for her return home? Can they resume their once blissful lives together? It hurts to think about. The more time that goes by with Akio imprisoned here, with no way to communicate and let her true love know she still lives, the more she loses hope of that ethereal dream. And Danielle, a devastating beauty with sparkling, playful eyes, has probably already moved on with someone else.
The ambient mood-lights begin to fade from the floor around Akio, and the warm vibrations of the chair abruptly cease. Four feet in front of her stationary face, a high-definition video screen flashes back to life, with the rest of the cell left in darkness.
A crystal-clear close-up of a swollen, upwardly curving cock just at the entrance to a woman's puckered rectum fills her vision. The camera zooms out slightly and Akio notices the thin girl’s fingers pulling her asscheeks wide apart. "Yeah, let's see that pooper, whore," the excited man taunts. He grips the base of his shaft and begins to push his disgusting thing into her, his circumcised head meeting with resistance due to her sphincter's unwillingness to yield, despite her attempts to manually assist. The unknown woman whines uncomfortably at his first attempts to enter, but soon begins to cry out in acute pain as he forces it further, deeper in.
Akio sees that the bastard's penis is dry, and combined with the poor girl's reactions, it means very little or no lubrication is being used. "Please...," the faceless woman begs him, and the screen suddenly goes dark.
Whew, that was a short one, Akio thinks to herself. She used to feel pity for the victims of these frequent, often appalling abuse scenes that arise in the kaleidoscope of sexual imagery she is constantly made to watch as 'pussy'. However, she learned to block out most of her feelings of compassion, and put up protective walls around herself. Now she tries to merely view the worst clips as part of the game she's playing, pretending the victims' pain is make-believe. Unfortunately, some of the videos are recordings of her own prior suffering, and these compel her to relive the nightmares, with no possible way to imagine the scenes are manufactured.
On the other hand, not all the videos involve humiliation and torment. Many are purely instructional, showing her how to tease a clitoris, for example, and delay a woman's orgasm, keeping her partner riding just on the edge of climax. Others demonstrate the proper method for delivering a luxurious foot massage.
She will simply try to forget she ever witnessed this last perversity, like all the other filth.
A question appears on the wide screen before her with five possible answers:
How many rings was the female wearing on her fingers?
A) zero
B) one
C) two
D) three
E) four
Ughh! Akio hates these types the most; the ones about the random details, those that have absolutely nothing to do with the action taking place. She nervously attempts to replay the image of the woman's gripping hands. It seems like she had a single ring on her left, middle finger… but she's not positive. Damnit, and she's so close!
From the counter at the bottom of the screen, she knows she got the last nineteen right, and only one more correct will shut down the game and let her rest in peace for several hours. At least until the twisted couple shows up for more direct 'play' with her.
Just a few moments remain to pick an answer before an automatic incorrect is registered. She isn't sure, though! The fingers of her right hand dance anxiously along the neon-lit buttons integrated into the arm of the chair, the five choices corresponding to the five possible answers glaring down at her, their captive audience.
Chewing her bottom lip, Akio flexes her index finger, hovering over the second button. Come on, please, one ring, please, it has to be one...
A low ping! confirms her selection with rigid finality. The screen fades to black, and now she must wait in tense silence during the usual ten-second interval. She tries to calm her breathing. Depending upon the accuracy of her recall, she will be either warmly pampered for another two minutes, or she will suffer badly, and the 'game' will go on.
She is intimately, unavoidably aware of the bi-polar, steel buttplug seated heavily up her defenseless rear. Rubber straps criss-cross over the end of the device and wrap around her waist, guaranteeing the instrument's position inside her. From the dormant plug's protruding end, electrical wires sprout like devil-weeds, and creep down between her strapped-in, widely spread legs.
Descending alongside the wires is the medical tubing of a catheter, which has been inserted unwantedly into her urethra. Its application hours ago caused nauseous shivering to course along her unmovable spine. A round, rubber squeeze-ball hangs grotesquely in the cool air from her exposed crotch, used to inflate the tiny balloon invading her peehole, to prevent the catheter from inadvertently slipping out. A specimen bag attaches to the end of the tubing, and is taped to the bottom of the chair leg. Already half-filled, it serves to collect her unimpeded urine for possible future use by the demented Owners.
Chilled by the air, she waits impatiently for the imminent verdict, eyes squinting fearfully in anticipation. She closely, daily watches their sick, sleazy, carnal videos, absorbing every detail possible in preparation for the follow-up quizzes. The shorter clips are usually the easiest, but she has a bad feeling about this one. And, she is sooo close to terminating the set with 20 right answers, ending her exhaustion after having 'played' their game for seeming hours now.
"Bad, pussy," booms a deep voice angrily from the loud speakers surrounding her bound form. Bright-red, strobing, frenetic lights flood the floor beneath her like living flames.
Akio squeaks out a terrified whimper, knowing what's about to happen. She draws in a swift breath, stomach muscles tensed, anal ring clenching tightly around the wired intruder in dreadful anticipation.
Zip!... Zip!... ZAP!... ZAP!!! the current surges up the steel buttplug and into the vulnerable, tender tissue lining her anal cavity, increasing in intensity and pain in short, but devastating, one-second jolts.
She tries to buck her hips up violently, thigh muscles straining repeatedly against the thick, leather straps holding her pelvis down to the unbudging 'pussy chair'. Her now-electrified sphincter squeezes and releases the large implement of torture convulsively. The residual, liquid lubrication initially used for insertion now helps the pain-plug quasi-fuck her hole as it slides back and forth in response to her uncontrollable muscle-actions.
Akio 'smiles' horribly in a rictus of pain, her breathing labored. She's willing to do anything to give anal birth to the demonic plug raping her with its insidious current.
The powerful, metered zapping continues interminably, because of her wrong answer, because she clearly didn't pay close enough attention to their game. Like a winter tide, the current surges and recedes in power, but never weakens enough for the pain to become even remotely tolerable. Her whole awareness in life has been reduced to an intense focus on the new center of her being; her cramped, spasming asshole.
After writhing for what seems like an eternity in agony, the jolts miraculously stop, and the angry red lights around her extinguish, returning the calm darkness.
She realizes she's been screaming, and her skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat from raw, animal exertion. Panting in relief, she promises herself for the thousandth time that she will watch the videos with renewed, mindful scrutiny. She was caught unprepared by that last question, but she vows not to let this fucking game best her again.
Another, recurring thought intrudes. It should be Jessica, 'princess', sitting here with a metal probe shooting electricity up her bowels. During their free time many days ago the red-haired girl sabotaged the supply room, purposely creating a mess at the last minute before inspection. She was the only one who could have done it. This put Akio, then 'puppet', in violation of the rules, as she had the chore of maintaining the supplies. As a result, Akio was reduced to the status of 'group whore' and is now daily subjected to this mind-game. Jessica, for her treachery, was elevated two spots to the role of 'princess', that bitch.
Crying, beating herself up over her lack of close watchfulness, then and now, Akio looks to the blank screen in front of her, preparing herself for a whole new set of 20 unpredictable 'pussy' questions.
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"Down on your knees, sluts!" Margo commands, sitting royally on her crystalline throne, with manicured fingers comfortably gripping the translucent orbs located at the ends of the throne arms. Her legs are crossed, and the long, shiny panels of her dress part to flow down both sides of her toned, supple thighs. Uncrossing her legs leaves her completely exposed, but Margo has no shame; she knows she has a killer body and doesn't mind everyone seeing it. Plus, the open access is wonderfully, decadently efficient for her needs.
The slaves, including their newest blonde puppet, are all together for the first time. Princess, in her clean, white, delicate gown kneels primly on the right; the only one of the four who is modestly clothed. Puppet, next to her in her latex fetish outfit, is still blubbering, still reeling through the first shocking evening of her new life as a slave. Pussy is next in the row of cunts, naked, except for her usual 24" double-headed dildo draped around her neck. And finally pig, let out of her cage, kneels compliantly on the far left, also naked, but wearing her corkscrew buttplug up her piggy ass. The four slaves wait in silence, eyes downcast, in obedient servitude before their Owners on the raised dais.
It was Margo's idea to bring them all to the throne chamber, located two rooms away from the central block containing the slaves' sleeping quarters, and only accessed by security code and key. Gilded mirrors of all shapes and sizes blanket the walls, making the room sparkle with reflected light, utilizing just the few elegant, golden chandeliers above. Intricate, hand-chiseled, Italian tiles cover every inch of the floor. Margo finds that the ornate room reliably serves to impress new slaves with its ostentatious display of wealth, and promotes a better understanding of the dominant couple's real-world power.
Lucius sits beside Margo on their raised, polished-marble dais in his own carved-oak throne with its ferocious lion's head roaring above his own. He glances around at the many colorfully patterned wooden chests fixed to the floor, and sitting flush against the walls. Running through his mental inventory of toys and gear, he is trying to decide which items will add the most to his wicked enjoyment of this evening's events.
His eyes also drink up the human toys kneeling before him. It's always a challenge for him to delay his orgasms with such vulnerable availability so near. He avoids jumping up and fucking this bevy of sluts on the spot only through sheer will. Patience is the key to maximizing "play time" with their fuckdolls, so he has learned to bide his time. And, he concedes, time really is on his side.
Margo's family runs one of the largest multinational retail chains in the world, so neither of them really needs to report to 'work' per se. Wealth can and does buy them anything, including this captured harem of unconsenting slavegirls. The couple have the money and power to obtain every single thing their hearts desire, but this is their ultimate, secret joy. This is how they choose to spend their time, by training their human chattel to unconditionally please their supreme Lord and Mistress, with no regard to the ignorant sluts' own pitiful, meaningless lives.
"Step forward, princess," Lucius orders, steepling his rubber fingertips together in a pose of unquestionable confidence. "Let's see what our pride and joy has come up with this time."
Jessica rises, reaching for the folded piece of parchment tucked into the satin ribbon around her narrow waist. Her pretty, pristine dress bears no marks from the speckless floor. She keeps her eyes appropriately lowered, anxiously hoping the activities she picked will be sufficient to the fiendish pair's perverted tastes, and that they will be appeased by her imaginative, deviant choreography.
Lucius peruses his number one slave's writing. "Hmm, this shows promise... yes, ok... Hahahahaha, this part should be interesting. Ok, princess, we'll see how this goes. Remember, you're responsible for the show, and it's your ass if something fails to properly entertain. I assume you like being our little princess, in charge as much as a slave can be?"
"Yes, my Lord, yes! Princess loves being your little princess, my Lord," she responds, her voice only slightly quavering.
"Come here, princess," Margo interjects. She trusts her mate's determination regarding the potential of princess' plans, and doesn't bother herself with the tedious details. Plus, she prefers to be surprised by whatever debauchery the girl has cooked up. "Lift up your skirt, slave, and spread those legs," she commands as soon as princess is standing in front of her.
Margo extends her questing fingers toward the girl's unveiled, white-panty-covered mound. She lightly caresses the soft, satin material roundly bulging from princess' pussy underneath, seeking the little bump of her clit on the upstroke. Rubbing more insistently, she subtly parts the slave's pussylips through her chaste panties, watching the redhead's delicious reactions as she stands there submissively holding her white skirts bunched up around her waist. "Did you prepare something special for me tonight, princess?"
"Yes, Mistress," she meekly replies, still staring directly downward, enduring the intimate, digital manipulation.
Dawn, from her lower position behind princess, witnesses the revolting molestation right in front of her. She's tempted to make a mad dash for the exit, but she has little hope she would be able to make her own way out of this foreign, obviously complicated structure. And again, these damned, binding shoes would make for a very tricky, slow getaway.
Staring at the back of princess' thin legs in white silk hose, Dawn realizes that none of them is immune to the two power-freaks' depredations. Although, she admits she hasn't seen princess locked up in a cage like an animal, covered in filth, and shoved into a hole in the wall.
Also, it wasn't princess strapped into that chair contraption earlier, lewdly exposed like pussy, whom she "met" a few minutes ago. They forced her to "attend to" pussy like she "attended to" pig. Obviously, one of the duties of 'puppet' in this grotesque asylum is to perform the specific chores and upkeep needed to keep the place running like the sick 'Owners' require.
But, ugghh! She had to pull some kind of tube out of that poor woman's peehole! And that wasn't even the worst part. Already disgusted by the metal knob sticking out of the asian girl's immobilized butt, she was then directed to unfasten the containment straps and, fighting nausea, remove the repellent plug. She nearly did vomit at the squishing noises it made as it moistly exited the trapped woman's cavity. Luckily, her last task was to unbuckle the many leather straps holding 'pussy' to the chair. The brief smile she received from the shorter asian girl was small consolation for the unwelcome mental images now starkly burned into her already overwhelmed psyche.
As princess continues to be fondled by the psycho bitch, Dawn's adrenaline is frantically urging her to flee. She has to get out of this place. No transgression committed in her short life so far merits being subjected to this traumatic hellhole. She still doesn't understand why she was chosen. And why are these people doing such crazy things to any of them in the first place? She thinks of her parents, and how they must be terribly worried by now. Mom will be calling her friends to find out where she is. Hopefully, someone at the bar saw something they can relate to the police.
"Let's start the show!" Margo announces suddenly, smiling like a predator. "Princess, you may begin," she withdraws her hand, finally allowing the girl to drop her skirts.
Margo is in a fantastic mood. Acquiring an attractive new slave to toy with normally has this effect on her. Breaking in the new bitches never fails to bring a warm, sinful glow to her belly. She already finds it difficult to keep from constantly studying the blonde’s shocked reactions to the many arranged perversities they've installed here over time. Exposing their young novice slowly to every conceivable carnal extremity will be, like usual, an endless source of joy in the coming years.
She watches princess leave the dais and move to one of the storage chests near the back wall. Their top slave returns carrying two light-weight, polycarbonate, break-resistant canes in each hand.
"Take this, puppet, and get up," Jessica directs the blonde initiate. "You will stand right here." She positions her with one hand on her upper arm, facing their Mistress, only three feet in front of the immaculate, ice-like throne. Upon puppet awkwardly gaining her feet, Jessica gives her one of the canes. "And stop covering yourself! Our Lord and Mistress want to be able to see their slaves' assets, so keep your hands at your sides unless I tell you otherwise." She stands for a moment staring at puppet expectantly, eyebrows raised. "This is where you say, 'yes, princess'."
"Yes, princess," repeats Dawn, too fearful not to follow the flow of this bizarre setting. She clutches the cane nervously at her side, shamefully revealing her breasts and privates once again to the room, standing there exposed in the whorish, baby-blue, rubber outfit. Obviously, they've put princess in charge, and Dawn will obey her and continue to keep a low profile for now.
Princess takes up a similar stance to the left, but three feet in front of their Lord instead. She glances behind her. "Pussy, crawl over here to our Lord, and see if he would like some oral attention."
"Yes, princess," the asian girl responds, switching to all fours immediately and quickly beginning to mount the dais. The two cockheads of her signature, double-headed dildo hang from her neck, and skim the platform as she crawls forward.
"Pig, you come over and make the same offer to our Mistress. Hurry, pig!" Jessica lightly taps pig's ass a few times with the cane, impatiently watching as the brunette slowly shuffles forward on hands and knees.
"Hraawnk, yes, princess," Sophie responds in foggy exhaustion. It takes a while for princess' command to register in her mind, but she slowly lumbers up to within inches of Mistress' knees. She stares down at the black, reflective boots near her face.
"Hraawnk, may pig please service Mistress?" Sophie weakly offers. She hasn't slept well in days, because of that horrific pigpen they entomb her in, with her whole body cold and always itching from the hay and grime. She doesn't want to die. Hearing the pigs being slaughtered over and over constantly reminds her what her own fate might be. Sure, they let Melissa go, but that means nothing for the rest of them, especially for her, their human pig. After being here a while she knows all too well the sinister, heartless character of the people who kidnapped her. Both of them are equally ruthless and capable of any cruelty.
Margo leans forward and grabs pig's chin roughly, squeezing her youthful cheeks between thumb and forefinger, puckering her lips open like a fish. She stares coldly down her nose at the young brunette's captive face. "My little piggy wants to tongue-worship her Mistress' pussy, is that it? What makes you think I want your filthy pig-tongue anywhere near my beautiful flower, hmm?" She releases the girl's mouth to let her answer.
"Hraawnk, please, Mistress. Pig brushed her teeth to be clean for you. Pig will do a good job worshipping Mistress' pussy if Mistress will give her a chance, please...." Sophie's voice climbs in pitch, with a tone of desperation as she ends her humiliating plea.
Margo lounges back in her massive, yet comfortable chair, letting her swine-girl stew, and worry about a possible rejection of her offer. Its resulting, fearsome consequences should trouble her, Margo thinks while grinning imperceptibly.
"Oh very well, let's see if my ugly, little piggy whore can please her Mistress with that nasty, worthless tongue. I have my doubts, but perhaps I'll be surprised." She spreads her svelte legs wide, and moves her butt to the edge of the throne, the flaps of her split dress spilling further over the edge. Harshly grabbing a handful of pig's scalp-hair, she firmly drags the teenager's face forward, burying its cuteness between her welcoming legs.
Pussy, meanwhile, is already slurping away at Lucius' cock. Unlike his partner-in-dominance, he dispensed with the taunting and quickly got his oriental sex slave into action. Ready for her hot mouth, he had his codpiece removed before pussy even made her way to his lion-throne, his semi-rigid cock bobbing eagerly between his leather-covered thighs.
"Use your tongue more, cunt," he berates her. "Did you already forget how to give a proper blowjob? I know pig was polishing my knob really nicely earlier before the dumb bitch bumped her head." Glancing to the side, he calls to his partner, "Hmmm, dear, do you think maybe pig should be moved up a level? We may have to re-order our peas, because this no-talent pussy on my dick isn't impressing me at all with her skills or enthusiasm."
"My Lord, may princess help?" the red-haired girl raises her hand obsequiously, ducking her head for having interrupted.
"Go ahead, princess," Lucius waves his hand dismissively, and switches his concentration back to the jet-black head of hair bouncing at his crotch. He smirks, thinking pussy is actually giving him a fantastic blowjob, since his cock is in oral heaven right now. But, verbally abusing the cunt adds more to his pleasure.
"Puppet," princess resumes, "I will stand here and help pussy do a better job, and you are going to help pig. You will cane her ass every 10 seconds, counting loudly enough for everyone to hear 'one, all for Mistress, two, all for Mistress, three, all for Mistress', et cetera, in between strokes. The only time you pause is when Mistress moans or sighs in enjoyment of pig's mouth. Then, you wait for Mistress' beautiful noises to stop, and start the caning and counting again. Do you understand, puppet?"
"Y... yes, princess," Dawn replies, eyes darting nervously between pig's rear and the floor, trying to think of a way to avoid having to inflict more anguish on the poor victim they treat like a farm animal.
"Puppet!" princess barks. "Start caning pig... right now."
Dawn swallows, and repositions her clumsy, leather and rubber-sheathed feet. She bends her knees and takes a tentative swipe at pig's rear, avoiding the pink pigtail poking out of her backside, and lightly striking her on the right cheek.
"Unless you want to be where pig is, you're going to hit her a lot harder than that, puppet," Jessica scolds, watching the blonde's naïve timidity with arms crossed. Her own cane dangles benignly from her fingers. She knows what the Owners like, and whether puppet realizes it or not, Jessica is actually doing the newbie a favor by correcting her mistakes herself, heading off a definitely worse intervention by one of 'them'. "Hit her, puppet!"
Dawn emits a flabbergasted yelp, blonde hair flying, as she swings the cane with force this time, causing pig to jerk away in pain.
Margo becomes peeved as soon as pig's lips lose contact with her now-slick crotch, and roughly shakes the bitch's head with her iron grip of brunette hair, reminding her to stay focused on the only thing that matters, her Mistress' pleasure. Pig knows better after all, and Margo couldn't care less how pathetically exhausted the girl is from spending all those restless hours in her special pen. She has a chance, Margo rationalizes, to better her situation right now by giving her Queen some excellent fucking head.
"One, all for Mistress, two..." puppet repeats as instructed.
"Yeaaahh, mmhh," Lucius involuntarily groans as his own busy attendant, pussy, bottoms out on his fully extended dick, her forehead rubbing against his leather-clad stomach as he probes her throat. He cups her head in both hands, entwining his fingers in her silky, soft hair, and forces the last few millimeters of his cock down the asian slut's warm, enveloping gullet.
As soon as he stops sounding his enjoyment, Jessica begins her own litany behind pussy. "One, all for my Lord, two, all for my Lord..." But, she is somewhat distracted.
She can't help but notice that over the last few sessions she has begun to take secret, guilty pleasure in her self-scripted involvement, ever since she attained the princess spot and started writing scenarios. She dare not admit it to anyone else, but lately whenever she hurts the others she feels an exciting thrill inside. Merely the thought of caning pussy right now has her privates inexorably lubricating. What is this place doing to her? She hates the pair of sociopathic demons facing her, and detests everything they represent. She's nothing like them, but she feels helpless to stop her own bizarre physical responses.
"Nine, all for my Lord, ten, all for my Lord," she completes the count. Whack! She surprises herself with the strength behind her blow, self-consciously covering her mouth as her target squeals shrilly, even loudly despite her crammed, overflowing mouthful of penis.
"Oh, my God," Jessica exclaims to herself, inwardly shocked. That was so much harder than she intended. Already, a single, inflamed, red stripe is blossoming across both of pussy's unprotected asscheeks. But, regardless of her guilty concern, Jessica liked it. She really can't deny she liked it. Her nerves are alive and tingling, warmth spreading through her limbs. It has to be the constant pressure of this dungeon. It must be, because she's never felt like this prior to being abducted and brought here. Nevertheless, she has to keep this private revelation quiet. Her sister slaves would never trust her again, and she's already subtly betrayed them before. Learning that she derives enjoyment from causing them pain, just like their kidnappers, would make her a permanent outcast.
She nearly forgets, "One, all for my Lord, two...," she resumes quickly, hiding her consternation.
The symphony of counting, licking, caning, sucking, and wailing, all simultaneously produced by their petgirls, fills the air to Margo's dark delight. Pig's tongue flashes across her swollen clit. As she's been taught, the girl imbeds her sufficiently long tongue in Margo's pussy, curling it upward inside to stimulate her G-spot. Then, continuing the well-practiced move, she withdraws without breaking contact, and licks straight up to the top of Margo's pierced clit-hood, lightly sucking the silver barbell located there into her mouth, and rapidly fluttering it with her tongue.
Margo groans throatily, temporarily stopping puppet's timid refrain. She latches onto pig's head with both hands and begins to grind her well-juiced pussy across the idiot girl's face. It feels unbelievably good to mash the twat's nose over and over against her engorged clit. "Keep that tongue out, worthless pig... Ohhhh, yesssss, yesssssss." Her mind-blowing climax suddenly reverberates violently through her arching body. She goes on humping the young girl's face, maximizing her orgasm, using pig's glistening visage like the sex object it is.
After a while she begins to relax, taking long, deep breaths as the intensity finally ebbs. "Mmmhhh…now tidy up the mess you made, whore. Lick me clean, and don't you dare miss a spot." She luxuriates in the afterglow, lounging fulfilled as her piggy finishes the job.
Lucius, excited watching pig's full, pendulous tits swaying beneath her as she orally serves his ravishing wife, permits pussy to bring him to the brink of his own orgasm. Her head pistons up and down the length of his slippery shaft, skillfully, relentlessly persuading his jizz to rise up and explode. But, at the last moment he reluctantly jerks her mouth off of him, the swift decoupling flinging saliva into the air.
"That was pathetic, cunt. Although, I guess I shouldn't expect much from a nasty dyke bitch anyway, right? My little lesbo just wants to eat some pussy, doesn't she?" Inspired by a sudden idea, he goes on, "Does pussy miss her girlfriend, that other sleazy, carpet-munching bitch? Danielle, wasn't it?"
With lower lip trembling, still catching her breath, Akio fights with all her might to keep from lashing out and clawing at the monster's eyeballs. Her own spit still lies humiliatingly on her face, chilling those parts of her skin. Reminded of her former, happy life, she loses the battle to prevent tears from forming and her chest from quaking. "Ye... yes, my Lord," she manages unevenly, searching for a happier, distant place in her mind.
"Yeahhh, that's her. Dear," he calls over his shoulder, "wouldn't it be nice to have pussy's girlfriend, that cuntlicker, installed in our servants' quarters upstairs? All of our dedicated men could pass her around, gangbanging her, taking turns to fuck the lesbo-ness right out of her. I think I might even like to sample her tight, queer holes myself." He turns his black, devil-mask to face her again, red eyes gleaming down. "Where does she live, pussy? What's her address?"
It's too much for Akio, listening to the evil beast discuss her love like a trashy piece of meat. She breaks down, sobbing at his feet. "Please, no, no, please don't, my Lord. I'll do anything you want, my Lord. Please leave her alone, please," she grovels, shaking her head pitifully against his steel-toed boots.
"Well, I wanted a decent suck-job, but I sure didn't get that, now did I?" Lucius pushes, playing her like a discordant violin. "I'll tell you what, pussylips. You hand pig your dildo, and in return take her pigtail, and then that dyke, Danielle, can keep eating out all the random, sloppy cunts in the outside world she wants. Your choice."
Akio knows his threat isn't a bluff. With dismay and dread washing over her, she slumps further to the ground, now in total despair. As she cries, the long, veined dildo slips from around her defeated neck, and flops lifelessly to the expensive tile floor beside her.
Lucius extends his foot towards the prone rice-bitch, and rubs his boot's leather tip lightly along her spine. Sophie, the last piggy, was becoming a little too despondent for his tastes anyway. But, now he has fresh meat to terrorize, and he knows just the thing to make the cunt regret her foolish choice.
End of part 2
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I welcome remarks about my stories, either appreciative or critical. All comments received, now and in the future, inspire Me to continue to write.
Truly yours,
CainePaine
CainePaine@gmail.com
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