Page 16 of How to Lose a Dowry in Three Bucks
Matt moved to her side and took one hand in his to help her rise despite what were clearly wobbling knees.
“You’ve trained well,” he said in a whisper behind the papier-mâché mask. “You’re ready.”
“No clothing in the Forest,” grunted Stagshade, regarding Sophia.
“Yes, I thought to divest her of them before your eyes. So you might feast upon her unwrapped skin,” said Matt, eyeing the hideous dress.
The Buckthorn moved to carry on, and Matt took Sophia’s high lace collar in his hands. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do,” he said, ripping it in half and pulling the parts from her neck. He moved on to the dress itself, and tore into that hideous, thick fabric with relish, causing her to cry out.
“Are you well?” he asked, holding her for a moment when Stagshade dropped to the floor so he could dip the snout of his mask under Sophia’s chemise as if he were truly an animal in rut.
The Buckthorn advanced on Sophia, his hands moving to her exposed bosom rising and falling above her corset, which Matt was working to remove. Soon, he’d freed her of that too and could rip the chemise from her body, leaving her nude.
“I selected those garments carefully,” she hissed at Matt.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he intoned back. “You won’t need that armor anymore, not now.”
“And why is that?” she asked, her voice going higher when the Buckthorn pinched a nipple just as Stagshade’s snout hit some sensitive part of her cleft.
“Yes, that’s an excellent shot,” said someone from nearby. “If everyone could hold for just a moment while I capture the lady’s ruination, that would be perfect.”
Matt felt Sophia flinch. She’d clearly forgotten that her ravishment was to be recorded for posterity and legal expediency.
“Do you wish to continue?” he asked softly.
She was the rare woman who didn’t wear a half-mask in the Forest — on account of her plan to annihilate her reputation — so Matt could see every small change of her expression as the Buckthorn grew increasingly insistent with his pinches to her nipples and Stagshade set one of her thighs on his shoulder to open her cunny to his questing snout.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes.”
Matthew moved behind her and placed one hand to support her lifted leg and another about her waist. His cock swelled as it came in contact with Sophia’s soft skin. He wished to be free of that blasted mask so he might lick and kiss her neck. It was so close, so tempting—
“Yes, wonderful, if everyone could hold that position!” shouted the photographer.
From a distance of ten feet, there was a flash of burning magnesium ribbon, and Sophia jolted in his arms.
“You’ll need to remain still for the photographs,” the man with the camera reminded them.
“But I’m so close to paroxysm,” she whined back at Matt as he brought a hand to her straining nub.
“I won’t let you go without,” he said, pleased at her neediness, and wishing the camera wasn’t necessary — despite growing ever harder at the thought of somehow getting images of this encounter that might live in his metal box until he required inspiration.
“Oh, there!” cried Sophia as Stagshade played with the ring of her arse.
“You like to be eaten there?” asked Matthew, lightly slapping at her quim in time with the rocking of her hips. “Would you like me to feast—?”
Her scream was so loud it seemed to make the tops of those dried trees shake, such was the power of her orgasm when Matt plunged three fingers into her waiting hole as his brother Bucks worked her arse and breasts.
He continued filling her without remorse until she groaned and shuddered in his hold, the sounds she was making flooding his balls with seed that he couldn’t wait to leave inside of her. At her whimpers of “too much,” Matt withdrew his wet hand and let it cradle her lower belly. He wanted to push himself deep and plant some chain that would connect her to him always. Yet he’d committed to assisting with her flight to freedom. Damn.
“Yes, that’s very good,” said Clarence the photographer, a flash going off behind him. “Perhaps now you might wish me to capture the penetration of the lady?”
Chapter 10
If Sophia had knownshe’d end up spread over a finished log Matthew called the “Seeding Stump,” would she have sailed over the ocean to claim her dowry?
Well, likely she’d have set out sooner, if her reaction to having her mouth and arse filled by those two masked friends of Matt’s was any indication. The man before her face was kind, but his cock was big enough that after a few thrusts into her newly trained throat, tears rolled down her face as he used her.
At first mention of the Bucks, she’d found the whole concept of a secret sex society strange. She’d even been a little scared. But she’d have never experienced pleasure and freedom like this by staying in her high-necked dresses. And what a pleasure it was.
