Page 64 of Degradation
It’s leather. Solid.
I try to shut my mouth and to my horror, I realise it’s some sort of gag.
Only, this one won’t keep my cries in, this one keeps my mouth wide open, ensuring I’m ready to receive every one of the men already lining up to use me.
Devin
Istand back, watching as the other guards take their turns with his wife.
She’s a poisoned chalice. I know that. She’s a temptress, the very devil come to damn us, but I won’t refuse this opportunity now that it’s so perfectly presented.
God, the timing is so perfect, isn’t this what I wanted, what I asked for? Her on her knees, and desperate for it?
My cock throbs in my pants as I watch her being violated, as I hear her muffled cries of pain as she takes one cock after another. As she’s used over and over.
“That’s it,” Gunther shouts above the jeering and the grunts. He’s clapping his hands like this is a party. “Ensure she swallows it all. Ensure she drinks you all down. This bitch will learn what a whore she is. She’ll remember it well after today.”
Lyndon grins as he grips her mouth and forces his dick past the gag. He’s got a stubby fat cock, and it takes some effort to work it past the leather band.
Drool trickles down her chin, tears spill so prettily down her flushed face. She’s the very picture of debauchery right now. The very picture of sin.
Part of me can’t wait to sink my cock into her tight little holes, to make her scream and beg for mercy. And part of me wants to drag her away from this place, to a dark corner where I can take my time with her, where I can break her completely without anyone else watching or witnessing.
I shake my head, trying to clear the twisted fantasies from my mind.
She’s just a toy, a means to an end.
I can’t let myself get attached, can’t let her get under my skin, because that’s what she wants, that’s what all these bitches want, they try to worm their way in, try to pretend that you mean something, but deep down, it doesn’t mean shit. They’re conniving, manipulative, scheming whores. That’s what they are. They’re good for one thing and one thing only.
I watch as Lyndon, finishes in her mouth, pulling out with a groan as he splatters his come on her face. She gasps, choking on his load, before looking up at me with those big, pleading eyes.
I grin down at her, tapping my cock against her lips. “Open up, bitch,” I command, my voice rough. “Time for your next round.”
She whimpers, her beautiful eyes widening to an impossible size when she sees who has her now, but with the gag in place, she can’t do anything but obey.
I love the way she always reacts to me; I love the way I put the fear of God into her. It feels like she truly sees me, like she truly understands me and what I’m capable of. That I will devour her, that I’ll chew her up and spit her out and leave her as nothing but a used up, discarded piece of meat.
The gag is too tight for me to get past so I yank it out before pushing myself into her mouth, feeling the barbs catch on her tongue as I force myself down her throat.
She gags and chokes around me, but I don’t care.
I thrust into her over and over again, using her like the little fucktoy she is.
Her eyes stream with tears as I grip her face, forcing her to deep throat me. I’m not a small man, and to say my dick is comparative, is an understatement, so I’m not surprised she’s struggling. She can barely take her husband’s five inches, compared to that, I’m a monster.
I grunt, losing myself in the feeling of her hot, wet mouth. It’s just as good as I imagined, just as sweet, just as fucking perfect. The slave in Oblivion has nothing on the real thing.
“Swallow him down,” Gunther shouts. “For the next week you’re going to taste nothing but their come.”
Nothing but mine, if I have anything to do with it.
I grip her head, grip her hair, forcing those desperate eyes to look at me. She keeps trying to shut them, to shut this out, and I won’t fucking let her. I pin the lids back by her lashes, seeing how her eyeballs seem to bulge now.
I want this to hurt. I want this memory to stay with her, to fucking haunt her. I want this bitch to crawl away from me and never be able to get this vision out of her pretty, pathetic head.
Blood and salvia dribbles down her chin, it splatters onto those pretty breasts of hers. With one hand I smear it, smear the concoction all over her nipples.
She whimpers more, turning her face into one of disgust but that only turns me on more.
