Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“She’s a dirty little whore, all right,” Master Damon said. “She’ll do anything for her Master, no matter how disgusting or degrading. Isn’t that right, Ellen?” he called to her.
Heat whooshed into Ellen’s face, but also into her cunt. She was glad now that she was blindfolded. “Yes, Sir.”
A moment later, she heard the latch slide back. Then a hand was on her arm, guiding her out of the cage. She was led to the rug between the furniture.
“Lie on your back,” Master Damon directed. “I’m going to give you a butt plug and you’re going to insert it into your ass while we watch. Then you’re going to play with your cunt for us. Make sure to give us a good show.”
Ellen bit back a groan, but of course did not protest. A plug was handed to her, its tip well lubricated. Glad at least she couldn’t see their faces, she carefully eased the head of the plug past her sphincter. She pressed it in slowly, willing her body to relax. She breathed through the discomfort as it was fully seated.
Relieved it was done, she brought her hand to her sex.
“Spread your legs wider, whore,” Master Damon commanded. “Lift your hips so we can see exactly what you’re doing.”
Face flaming, Ellen did as she was told. Her clit was hard as a pebble, her labia slick with her own juices. As she rubbed herself, a moan escaped her lips, her breath coming fast and shallow.
“She is a delightful little slut, isn’t she?” Master Anthony said, amusement in his tone.
“Totally,” Master Damon agreed. “She’s a dirty little whore.”
“She’s getting me hard,” Master Mason rumbled. “What are we going to do about that?”
“What, indeed?” said Master Anthony. “I’m feeling a bit randy myself, now that you mention it.”
“Please, Master Damon,” she heard herself gasp, though she hadn’t meant to speak. “May I come?”
All at once, her hand was pulled from between her legs. “No. You may not,” Master Damon said. “Get up on your knees, hands behind your back. Then open your mouth wide.”
Frustrated but not really surprised, Ellen forced herself to roll over and kneel up. As she opened her mouth, she wished she could at least see what was coming.
Relax, she reminded herself. Don’t anticipate.
She gripped her hands behind her back as something cold and metallic was pressed into her mouth. She nearly cried out in dismay, only just catching herself in time as the offending object was forced between her lips. She hated dental gags.
Master Damon positioned the awful thing behind her front teeth. Her mouth was forced wider as he cranked the ratchet on the side of the gag. With a click, he locked it into place.
Then he gripped her by the hair, using her ponytail to drag her forward. Her forcibly opened mouth was pushed down onto a very large cock. A different hand, larger and fleshier, clamped onto the back of her head as Master Mason—it had to be him—choked her with his shaft.
She gagged as he thrust in and out of her wide-open mouth.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Choke on my cock, whore. You know you love it.”
She didn’t love it. But she did love the act of submission and, yes, the pure degradation of being forced to suck this man’s cock while the other two watched. Within minutes, he stiffened and shuddered. He didn’t shoot down her throat, however, as she’d expected. Instead, he pulled back so his bitter seed landed directly on her tongue.
Unable to close her mouth, unable to swallow, she couldn’t do a thing about it. Master Mason’s come dribbled down her chin, along with her own drool. She was dying to wipe it away. She clenched her hands more tightly to keep from giving in to her need.
“She’s disgusting, isn’t she?” Master Damon asked. “Such a little piglet, her ass plugged, her nipples erect, her face smeared with come.” Fingers reached between her legs, pinching her clit and sliding inside her. “But she’s soaking wet, the little whore,” he said with a chuckle. A wet finger was drawn across her cheek. “She loves the debasement. Don’t you, slut?”
“Yes, Sir,” she tried to say, but it came out as an unintelligible grunt. Semen-laced drool was now coursing down her chin and splashing her chest.
“This is a delightful new side of our Ellen,” Master Anthony said. “I’m so pleased you’ve found her inner slut.” Ellen heard the unmistakable sound of a fly zipper opening. “But if you don’t mind, Damon, I’d rather the dental gag was removed. I do love the feel of a woman’s lips and tongue massaging my cock.”
“Of course,” Master Damon said.
To Ellen’s vast relief, the gag was loosened and then pulled from her mouth. She barely had time to flex her aching jaws or even swallow before she was tugged over and settled between another pair of legs, presumably Master Anthony’s.