Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Please… please f-fuck me, Guardian. I… I need your cock in… inside me. So… so much.” Her eyes widened, because the colonel hadn’t moved, and I watched the understanding dawn in her eyes: she needed to say one more mortifying thing. Her voice fell to a girlish whisper, which then rose to an urgent plea. “In my… my little cunny. Please fuck my little cunny, Guardian.”
The desperate pleading in her voice sent satisfaction coursing through me. When I had first claimed her, she had fought every moment of pleasure, every sign of submission. Now she begged strangers to use her body, her political composure completely shattered by weeks of systematic training until her true nature had at last started to emerge.
Colonel Quinst began to enter her with agonizing slowness, his thick shaft stretching her sheath inch by devastating inch. I leaned forward in my chair, my own arousal building as I watched my concubine’s face transform with each moment of penetration. Her mouth fell open in a perfect ‘O’ of sensation, her eyes rolling back as he filled her completely.
“Magnificent,” I murmured to the empty room, one hand moving to adjust my hardening cock through my formal trousers. The sight of Viola being claimed by another man while Betty watched with obvious arousal created exactly the sort of tableau I had envisioned when I’d arranged for her Academy training.
When the colonel finally seated himself fully inside her, Viola’s entire body shuddered with what appeared to be another climax. The data from her governor confirmed it—her arousal readings spiked to maximum levels as her cunt clenched around the thick intrusion.
“Such a responsive little whore,” Colonel Quinst observed with evident satisfaction, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. “No wonder His Royal Highness is so pleased with his acquisition.”
He began to move then, lifting her easily on his shaft before letting her slide back down with controlled force. The position allowed him complete dominance while ensuring she felt every inch of his possession. Viola’s cries of pleasure echoed through the bedroom, each sound a testament to how thoroughly her resistance had been broken.
Betty moved to kneel beside them, her hands roaming over Viola’s restrained form with possessive appreciation. “Look how beautifully she takes you, darling,” she murmured to her husband. “The Academy’s methods have prepared her perfectly.”
Viola
The colonel’s rhythm intensified, each thrust driving deeper into my yielding body as Betty’s hands explored my bound form with increasing boldness. I felt utterly consumed by sensation—the thick shaft claiming me so completely, my Mistress’s knowing touch, the shameful knowledge that my responses were being monitored and transmitted to my master.
“Please,” I gasped. It seemed my only word—my only thought. The overwhelming fullness, the way my body had to stretch to accommodate my Guardian’s massive cock, sent the pleasure and the shame rippling through my nervous system in equal measure.
“She’s close again,” Betty observed, her fingers finding my swollen nipples and rolling them between her thumbs. “Look at how her little cunny grips you, John. She’s going to come all over your cock.”
The crude assessment of my body’s responses sent another thrill of electric heat flooding through me. I could feel the telltale tightening in my core, the way my inner walls clenched around the colonel’s invading shaft as he drove into me with relentless precision.
“Not yet,” he commanded, his hands tightening on my hips to still my desperate movements. “You’ll wait for permission, just as you did with your Mistress.”
The denial made me sob with frustration, my body trembling with the effort of holding back the climax that threatened to tear me in two. Colonel Quinst held himself buried deep inside me, his cock pulsing against my inner walls so urgently that I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he ordered, his eyes gazing into mine with predatory intensity.
“Prince Hendren,” I whispered, my voice breaking with need. “I belong to Prince Hendren.”
“And while you’re here?”
“You, Guardian. I belong to you and Mistress Quinst.”
“Good girl,” Betty murmured, her lips finding my throat as her husband resumed his devastating rhythm. “Such a quick learner.”
“Enough,” Colonel Quinst said suddenly, his voice cutting through my desperate whimpers. To my shock and dismay, he withdrew from me completely, leaving me empty and aching with unfulfilled need. His thick shaft, glistening with my arousal, stood proudly erect as he moved away from my trembling form.
“John?” Betty asked, confusion evident in her voice as she looked between her husband and my writhing, bound body.
“Turn her over, Betty,” he commanded with military precision. “On her knees. I want her bottom prepared for fucking.”
The words sent a bolt of terror and shameful anticipation straight through my core. I sobbed as Betty’s hands guided me onto my stomach, my bound wrists twisted awkwardly above my head as she positioned me with my knees drawn up beneath me. The position thrust my bottom high into the air, completely available for the colonel’s pleasure.