Bellinor’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard as he stepped up to the bed.
“Good girl,” Rul said, slapping her again, a bit harder this time.
She relished the pain, the way it cut into her arousal, and reminded her what a wretch she was.
“Do you like that?” he asked, quirking a brow and rubbing her cheek where he’d hit her.
“Yes.”
That earned her a fierce grin and another slap, this one hard enough to rock her head to the side. The shocking pain made her cunt tighten with need, her ass squeezing its hard intrusion, her guilt quelling ever so slightly as she paid for her sins.
“Oh, we’re going to have fun with you. Now open wide for your owners.”
She obeyed his order immediately, sticking her tongue out and giving Bellinor a good view of her throat. He grumbled, hesitating for only a moment before undressing quickly, bringing the tip of his leaking cock to her mouth. He slid it across her tongue as he cupped the back of her neck, the taste of his precum drowning her in ecstasy, sweet and spicy like a cinnamon pastry.
“What are you?” Rul asked, petting the back of his hand across her cheek, still aching from the pain of his slap.
“I’m a good girl for my owners.”
Her words were muffled by the cock on her tongue, but clear enough for Bellinor to quirk a brow.
“She takes well to training,” Rul said with a grin, and Bellinor just huffed, turning his full focus back to her.
“I told you she was a whore,” Bellinor said, sliding his cock into her mouth as she sucked in a breath.
He was sizable, though more in line with what she’d experienced with her human partners, with no strange ridges or glow. Just pale flesh parting her lips and sinking into her numbed throat like it was meant to be there.
He didn’t give her a moment to prepare, but she was ready for him, relaxing her muscles as he bottomed out with a groan. Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, her throat clamping around him as the seconds passed and her lungs screamed for a breath.
Rul ran his fingers along her neck, pushing on the bulge and placing a hand on Bellinor’s back when he tried to pull away.
“No! Don’t take it out yet. It’s fun to see her struggle.”
She flailed her hands as much as she could, trying to pull back though the wooden restraint stopped her.
Bellinor smiled before backing away, another coughing fit overtaking her as she desperately tried not to release the contents of her stomach.
“What do you think?” Rul asked, not giving her a moment to breathe before he was turning her face toward him and sliding into her mouth.
“That look of fear in her eyes is perfect,” Bellinor said, stroking his cock. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”
Rul gripped the footboard, rocking his hips back and forth, actually fucking her mouth like she was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. The metal shackles clanked against the creaking wood, drowning out the wet sounds of her throat being used.
It was degrading, like she really was a criminal in the stocks, the humiliation sending a thrill through her. She tried to press her pelvis into the mattress, anything for some pressure on her aching cunt, but winced as the object in her ass hooked her in place.
When Rul slipped out, slimy drool coated his cock, and he gripped her neck, slapping her cheek, the stinging pain leaving her wanting more.
Every bit of her was eager to be owned, a precious toy to be fucked and used until there was nothing left. She felt cherished, in a sick way, something she had never experienced quite so strongly.
“Careful,” Bellinor warned, and Rul chuckled, grabbing the other man’s cock.
“I’mbeingcareful. She likes it, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I do,” she said, Bellinor’s eyes flaring as he gazed down at her.
With a blink, they were pure white orbs, his smile stretching grotesquely across his face.
Isabelle was entranced as the triangular tip of Rul’s cock began to spread, a clear, black ooze dripping from the exposed slit. After only a moment,it was large enough to fit Bellinor’s cock, grabbing it like it had a mind of its own and engulfing it in one greedy gulp. It sucked hard, forcing a moan from Bellinor, who thrust into it like it was her mouth.
