I have to keep from swallowing Vegah’s cum, as I slam my eyes shut and cum down her throat. She tries to pull back but Vegah grips the back of her neck and holds her still. Vlad is merciless and fucking her like a savage. When I’m sure she’s swallowed every drop, I pull out of her mouth and drop to my knees.
She moans right in my face. I grip her chin and force her head up. Her mouth is open, so I seal my lips to hers and transfer Vegah’s cum into her mouth.
She tries to shake her head and move, but Vegah’s grip on her neck holds her in place. She tries to push the cum back into my mouth, but I’m relentless and keep pushing it into her mouth until she finally swallows every last fucking drop of my boyfriend’s cum. Only then do I pull back and pat her cheek.
“Good girl,” I praise.
“Fuck,” she pants. I pull my mask down and look to make sure Vegah has his back on before I remove the blindfold from her eyes. She snaps her eyes open and instantly they widen at the sight of me.
“You look like you want to come?” I say.
Her brows draw in as she moans. “Hmmm.”
“Fuck, this pussy is good,” Vlad praises.
“How does his cock feel inside your cunt?” I ask.
Her eyes blaze with desire, yeah I figured she would be a dirty talking kind of girl. “Fucking amazing. He’s filling my tight little hole so fucking good.”
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” She nods, making me smirk behind my mask. I slap her face, making her gasp, but the hunger I see in those baby blue eyes tells me she fucking loves it rough. As Vlad draws back, I time my next hit in sync with him. She cries out and tugs against her restraints. Vegah grips her hair and yanks on the strands. She flicks her gaze to him and moans.
“Fucking filthy bitch, I want to hear you scream when he makes you come all over his cock,” he snarls.
“Yes, I’m so close,” she pants. With his free hand, Vegah reaches under her and toys with her clit, making her gasp. Her whole body stiffens as she clings to the feeling of him touching her right where she needs it most. “Oh, God, yes,” she yells. “Don’t fucking stop!”
I slap her face and snarl. The dirty cunt moans, her eyes rolling backward. “You don’t call the fucking shots in theDollhouse, Prosecutor,” I spit.
“I’m coming!” she screams. I watch the way her face contorts as she rides the waves of pleasure Vegah and Vlad are pulling from her. Her mouth forms a perfect O as she screams.
“Fuck!” Vlad shouts as he comes inside her cunt, mixing his own release with his uncle’s. I look up at Vegah to find his gaze already on me. I know he wants to suck his nephew’s cum out of her pussy and spit it in my mouth so I can force her to take it from my own mouth, but the rules of theDollhousestate that our masks must be worn and she must never know who we are.
Vlad pulls out of her, making her wince. I ignore her pain as I yank the suction cups from her nipples. She whimpers, but none of us care. As I push to my feet and step out of her way, shestraightens. Her face is pinched in pain. I look at her wrists and growl.
“Now look what you fucking did,” I scold. She stares at me in confusion so I elaborate. “There are no medics here, Prosecutor. No one is going to help tend to your wounds or rescue you.”
Her features harden, gone is the blissed-out look from her orgasms and it’s now replaced by the cold hard look of a woman scorned.
“I know what this fucking place is,” she forces out through clenched teeth.
“Do you?” Vladimir hedges as he tucks himself back into his pants. She clamps her mouth closed and shoots him a scathing glare. The slut was full of talk a minute ago when he had his cock inside her cunt, and now she’s suddenly mute. Vegah stalks forward and grips the front of her throat, then shoves her against the wooden pole. She grunts from the force.
“Answer him,” he says in a tone that promises pain if she denies him.
“Yes. I know about this place,” she answers.
“How?” I press.
“I’ve met a few women who have… visited, but none of them would talk. All they told me was that theDollhouseis a prison made for powerful men to live out their fantasies, but there are rules they must follow,” she answers.
“What are the rules?” Vegah pushes.
“You can’t leave until you submit or the guy calls it quits. All sexual acts are allowed even if the woman isn’t willing. Every room in this place holds a different scenario and everyone’s tastes are catered to here. Only the woman’s identity is revealed but never the players.” The disgust and loathing in her tone is clear.
“Do you know who owns theDollhouse?” Vlad asks smugly.
She grits her teeth and scowls at him over Vegah’s shoulder. “If I knew that, I would have had this place shut down a long time ago.”
I chuckle and shake my head, drawing her focus to me. “If you did that, you wouldn’t be here right now having all this fun with us,” I taunt.
