With a stab of chagrin on top of what he already felt, Jord felt he had no choice but to follow the wordless command. The woman smiled at him nastily as he lowered her hairy cunt to his mouth. He tried not to gag, both for the feeling of having his mouth filled by her flesh and hair, and for the taste. He never could have imagined the taste! Salty and bitter. No doubt partly resulting from lack of washing.
The woman pulled at his hair to get his attention again. Then she made an eating gesture with her mouth. Closing his eyes, Jord tried his best. The taste of her, and the all that hair. It was so very difficult not to gag!
The woman then started rocking her hips while keeping hold of his hair with both hands. Jord fought to keep his breath steady, women riding his cock and his mouth. Hands still all over. His tied-up body tensed. All he could do was to close his eyes and hope it would be over soon.
He could still barely believe that he was being raped! But that was the reality.
They took their turns on him, each riding both his cock and his face. He survived, even if the feeling of his cock devoured by their cunts one by one was as if his soul was slowly sucked out of him. The eating was more or less the same with each, except that the woman to his right also made him lick her asshole. He could not keep from gagging some then.
The last one to straddle his mouth was Cruelface. She was the most unpleasant of them all, or at least the roughest. After mimicking with her own mouth how she wanted his, lips pursed open-mouthed, with the tongue out flat, she grabbed his hair painfully hard and started to grind her odious sex against his mouth. And not just the mouth, but his nose as well. The smell of her filled him. He had difficulty breathing. He barely even paid mind to the woman on his cock, or the pinching of his nipples and other parts, as he struggled to keep his mouth in such a position as to incur the woman’s anger. If this was them having fun, he did not want to know how they were when mad.
Finally, after who knew how long, the woman seemed to climax, judging by her moaning and the way she tore at his hair even harder. She slowed her grinding, focusing her cunt more clearly on his mouth. Legs squeezed so hard around his head it hurt. Her liquids running down his throat, Jord was struggling to swallow without gagging or choking.
Once Cruelface rose, the last woman was done with his cock as well. They had all seemed to have several orgasms abusing him. You might think that they were satisfied.
The women repositioned themselves around their heavily breathing, thoroughly violated victim. Jord prayed that they were done with him now.
As Cruelface went for his cock.
And they continued.
—-
Dimillah’s cunt still tingled from her third orgasm, the one she’d had on the boy’s mouth. Not that he had any skill with it (such skill would soon be forced upon him) but rather it was the arousal over his helpless state which had triggered the climax. It was those first sweet moments when a boy realized what sort of purpose he had been bought for. His humiliation and anguish for being utterly overtaken and used by women much older than him. The fear over what depravities they had in store for him (they had plenty!) Together with her own anticipation of the things they would still do to him, all of those things were enough to make any Mučenian noblewoman orgasm. And of course it always felt good to feel a boy’s mouth and face against your cunt.
Now they were done raping him, and she was back to handling the big, delicious piece of meat between his legs. Alisefeh and Lenarta played with his nipples, Gimali cupped his balls with firm hands, and Ferrah nearly penetrated his asshole with the knuckles of her fore and middle finger.
Dimillah smiled. She couldn’t decide if the boy struggled not to cum or not, but he certainly strained hard against the ropes around his wrists and ankles. Whimpering so sweetly. She was well aware that he was being overwhelmed by sensation. That was, after all, the whole point! The elixir twisted his mind so that the strong arousal and the greatly increased sensitivity it caused were experienced as deeply unpleasant. In skillful hands, the resulting sensations were very interesting, to say the least. And, of course, those culminated once he inevitably came! Forcing them over that threshold was always great fun.
As dedicated practitioners of the Art, the ladies played this beautiful boy like an instrument. What music they would still wring out of him!
After delighting in his reactions a while longer, Dimillah then stopped stroking his cock. “Have you been enjoying your stay with us so far?” she asked. Alisefeh took a handful of the boy’s hair and roughly raised his head so that his eyes would meet with Dimillah’s. She grinned at him. “You have given us such pleasure and delight already, and our life together has barely begun! To keep things interesting, let’s play a little game, shall we?”
The slave, obviously not understanding a word, tried to say something, but Alisefeh squeezed his cheeks roughly. “Your mouth is only there to be used, boy!” she hissed. “Not to speak.”
“Cries are alright too,” Lenarta pointed out.
Murmur of laughter.
Dimillah continued. “We are still going to torture you . . . for real. And there’s nothing you can do to stop that. We own you now, body and soul. You are our property, to do with as we please. And it pleases us to inflict pain and discomfort on you. Suffering is the gift required of you. And of that there’ll be plenty!”
Everyone grinned wide at the sweet, helpless boy. Anticipation for his coming torture so delicious!
“Tell you what. Let us make a deal. We will next attempt to make you cum. Your job is to try to keep it from happening. If you succeed, we will be done with you for the day. You will be shown to the slave quarters and will get to rest until tomorrow. Should you fail, however, we shall take you into the torture chamber downstairs, and there teach you the meaning of pain. Understood?”
Of course he didn’t understand. He looked ridiculously confused.
Dimillah smiled. “Good! Let’s begin.”
—-
Jord was on the verge of tears. That feeling, that dark churning of anti-pleasure inside him which the intense stimulation caused did nothing but increase. His entire body had become hypersensitive, a conduit to this evil which consumed him. And he had figured out what the women wanted from him. They wanted him to cum. They would not stop until he did. And so he tried to, even if his mind recoiled from the idea. It would surely be a ghastly sensation, the climax to this torment. But it was his only hope. The women kept repeating some words to him. Urging him to cum. He knew it.
And though it terrified him, he tried to, just to make the torture stop.
——
Dimillah loved watching the boy’s anguish. The beautiful, big hard cock helpless in her hands. It would not last much longer, and he would be over the edge. He could not stop it even if he tried. Even if he did.
Gimali was helping her with the penis, stroking the shaft while she focused on the head. Ferrah was working the balls, with the forefinger of the other hand simultaneously fucking his ass. Alisefeh and Lenarta had his nipples, the latter with a hand firmly over his mouth. The hand muffled his lovely whimpers.
“Don’t cum!” the ladies kept telling him. “You better not.” Taunting him, even if he could not understand. Well, he understood all he needed to. The language of his body they were fluent in.
Dimillah smiled. Thinking about the evening ahead. She would absolutely love torturing this beautiful boy’s delicious cock. As they all would.
Not much longer now.
———
Jord had no control over his body. The spasms, the shaking, the whimpering. He was crossing the threshold. Oh sweet gods! It was too much! It was too—
———-
Dimillah’s smile spread wider as she then felt the head swelling in her grip. The boy was about to cum. This was also evinced by his body’s growing rigidity, his whimpers’ increasing, and that adorable shaking and twitching that took his limbs.
And then he came with a mighty jolt. Lenarta had to use strength in order to keep the crying boy’s head down. Semen squirted out onto his flexed abs, down Dimillah’s still grinding hand. She did nothing to slow down; vice versa, she squeezed her hand extra hard around the head as she kept the circular motion going. The other women held down the keening, struggling boy, the ropes biting into his skin as he fought uselessly. He was shaking like crazy. His lovely young body all tensend muscle. Slick with sweat. It was gorgeous!
“Aw, you didn’t make it,” Dimillah cooed. “Don’t feel too bad, there was no way you could have. We would have simply gone on as long as needed. I’m afraid we are a little bit evil that way.” She giggled. “Hold still, I’m not done with you!” To help keep him put, Gimali sat on top of his stomach. Dimillah kept pointed attention on the glans. Fingertips. Some nails. “How sensitive your lovely cock is!” She giggled again. “How fortunate . . . for us.”
The muffled words he tried to repeat again and again under Lenarta’s hand were the ones in his language that they would be learning well. “Please”, “don’t”, “stop.” Something in that vein. Oh, the sweet urgency of his useless begging!
Dimillah laughed at his distress. “Ah, don’t fuss! Soon we shall be doing things to you to make you wish I was still stroking you. We have such delicious ways to play with your most sensitive bits!”
The women snickered in aroused delight.
She kept going until his struggling settled down to more subdued sobbing. His limbs still twitched and shook with her fingers exploring the hyper-sensitive cock. Then finally she relented, releasing the still rock-hard organ.
The grinning women traded looks. Caressing the shivering mess of a boy at their mercy. They smiled wider at what they were all thinking.
It was time to take him downstairs.
————
The experience of the so-called orgasm that Jord had suffered in the merciless hands of these terrible women had left him deeply shaken. It had been even worse than having his virginity stolen in a gang-rape, which had certainly been traumatic enough. As Cruelface had been relentlessly stroking his cock afterwards, he had actually had moments of certainty that he would not be able to survive this. It was just too horrible!
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