"So, my darling, tell me all about it."
Sylvianna was right where Aron had left her, though she
had
moved. He'd said he would return for her the following day, but three had passed. She'd been taken away, showered, allowed to use toilet facilities and been fed, but in the end, she'd always been returned to the table, bound, plugged and gagged. Aron hadn't been the one to assist her. She hadn't recognised the dark-skinned man, but the dreadlocks running down his bare spine reminded her so much of someone she missed.
Dhaariyon...
"Oh, that's right." Aron sat in front of her, chewing on a bright green apple, an ankle hooked over the other. "You can't speak. The ballgag and everything. Here."
She began speaking the instant he removed it. "Aron, Aron please. I'm sorry for taunting you. I was wrong. I'm yours."
Something inside her had broken. She didn't care.
"You're mine?" Aron gave an audible few sniffs. "You certainly don't smell like mine."
"Then claim me. Please. I'll do what you want."
She watched as his eyebrows lifted on that insultingly-pretty face of his. He dropped the apple and it rolled away on the cell's dirty floor. "Anything?"
"Anything," she promised.
"Blood-promise?"
She hesitated. She knew of blood-promises. It wasn't just about honour, of giving one's word. It had a physical effect. Once promised, she was compelled to obey.
For what it was worth, she was ready to swear it. To end her torment, she would. "If you promise to get me out of this cell."
Three days. Three days of a werewolf's cock splitting her arse open. Three days of a werewolf's licking and biting and rutting and knotting, until she dripped pungent cum out of a gaping hole. She was all fucked out. Ruined.
Aron drew in a breath through his teeth as he considered her terms. She thought about changing them when he spoke. "You will promise to do as I say?"
"Please, Aron, be reasonable. Please get me out of this cell, get me away from that beast. Don't let it fuck me anymore."
"Hmm. Do you promise to keep begging me like a good slut? Like you're doing now?"
She figured she could handle that, so long as she was no longer considered the breeding bitch of that...
thing
. "Yes."
"And you promise to do as I say, when I tell you to do it?"
She whimpered, then shook her head. "N...No... Please. Please, Aron."
"All right." He reached for the ballgag and lifted it to her mouth. She kept it closed and moaned. "Open your mouth, Sylvianna. You clearly need more time alone."
"No!"
The ballgag slipped between her teeth. Aron wasn't kind when he pulled the straps behind her head, which bit into her cheeks. She groaned and protested, her words muffled. "Please!"
"Sorry, Sylv. I don't understand what you're saying. What was it? You promise to do as I say?"
Defeated, she nodded. She couldn't bear another night. Not one more night.
The ballgag popped back out again, rolling away across the table.
Aron curled his clawed fingers into his palm and released a line of blood. He raised it to her mouth, cupping it. "Taste." Her tongue thrashed against the wound. She swallowed. "I enact a blood promise to get you out of this cell and that Julien will no longer fuck you, so long as you uphold your side. What is your promise?"
She spoke when he pulled his hand away, her voice meek and dejected. "I promise I will do as you command. I promise I will beg."
"Beg how?"
Ugh. "Like... Like a good slut."
"Accepted."
Fire in her veins. Accepted.
Aron chuckled, then ran a hand between her sticky arse cheeks. Two fingers slipped into her now-gaping hole. "Okay. Julien will not fuck you, but I didn't state
when
I'd take you out of this cage. However... last night... We found this fascinating and quite virile new creature--"
"Aron!" Sylvianna was sobbing, her voice almost a screech. "Please, Aron! No more!"
More laughter. Aron slapped her arse as he would a well-behaved mare. "I love it when you beg me. No more creatures, Sylvianna. I promise. But I think one more night in this cell will be good for you."
She heard his belt loosen. Felt him tease the plug in her cunt. It remained in place. Instead, she felt him rub the head of his cock around her gaping arse and tease it in. He pulled it back out and repeated this several times until she felt her sex begin to throb. She moaned against the table.
"Do you want this, Sylvi? Beg."
"N..." Fire in her veins. She screamed her next words. "Please, fuck me, Aron!"
"More."
"Fuck my arse until you cum. Fill me, please, Aron. Please, fuck me!"
His cock filled her sticky arse in a single thrust and he groaned aloud with her. She shuddered and placed her cheek to the surface of the table, her breath coming in quick gasps. He was gentle, his fingers teasing her clit with the care of a lover...
"Fuck, Sylvi. My pretty whore. My good little slut. You want this, don't you? Tell me."
"I love your cock in me, Aron. Fuck me hard--harder! Please, Aron. Fuck me!"
"As the lady commands." He began thrusting harder with no hesitation, his hips slapping noisily against her flesh as he drove in up to the hilt each time. And each time, he almost fully pulled out of her, only to slam in again, and again, as his fingers tweaked and rubbed and pinched her clit...
He fucked her to orgasm, her cunt gripping the plug lodged inside it, her arse throbbing on his pounding cock. With a sudden shout, Aron jerked and buried himself to the hilt and stopped. He shuddered and moaned for her, and when he finished dumping his load fully inside her, he collapsed over her and pulled strands of hair away from her face. His lips were close to her ear when he whispered, "Find a name for me to call you, darlin'. Something filthy. Something debased. Something you hate. I'll be back for you soon."
With a kiss to her cheek, he pulled out of her and pulled his trousers back up. His belt was secured back into place. "And don't forget to moan, my Sylvi. I'll be watching and I'll be listening. Moan and beg them to stop when they come for you."
At first, Sylvianna hadn't known what Aron's parting words had meant. But when she'd received her first visitor, she knew.
"I think dear Aron's gone soft," the Scots brogue voiced from behind her. Magnus. "He said two days and you'll be gone. Yet here you still are, little slut, still taking cock like a good little girl. Still. I can't blame him. I can only thank him, really. Now, do I need to get the ring gag or are you well enough trained yet?"
"No, Magnus. No, leave me alone. I'm Aron's."
Gentle laughter, filled with condescension. As he unchained her wrists from the far corners of the table, she fought and screamed for him to get off, her body thrashing, but she was weak and tired and spent. A wasted whore. He pinned her arms behind her with ease and bound them with rope until she couldn't move.
"If I feel teeth, little cat... I'll ensure that I won't next time. Now, be a good slut and suck my dick." He gripped the back of her hair and climbed up onto the table, his legs folding under him, his other hand gripping the base of his cock, which he slapped against her cheek.
"Please, Magnus... I don't wan--"
He shoved her down onto his engorged cock, barely stopping when he bumped up against the back of her mouth. She gagged and spluttered, but it did nothing to stop his path into her throat. He continued to shove and her throat opened up for him. Yet still... she didn't bite.
Only when he bottomed out did he let out a shuddering groan, both hands coming to grip the sides of her head. "Ugh. Fuck. There's a good girl, Sylvianna." He slid her head back, pulling himself out of her throat where he nuzzled against her gag reflex.
She spluttered and retched, and that was when he shoved back into her. Hands still gripping her head, he fucked her face with as much ferocity as if he'd been fucking her cunt. She still choked, spluttered, gagged, but she took him obediently when it was clear he wouldn't listen to her pathetic cries of protest.
He came deep inside her throat, his cock throbbing in her tight hole, injecting cum straight into her stomach. When he was done, he ground against her for a moment and gradually pulled back out of her. Drool and cum oozed onto the table under her.
"Now, what do you say to me for feeding you, little Sylvianna?" he cooed, his hand still fisted in her white-blonde hair.
His cum continued to spill over her lips as she said, "Thank you, Magnus."
"For what?"
"For feeding me."
He petted her cheek and returned his cock to his trousers, after cleaning it off on her pale, pale hair. "Any thoughts on a name yet?"
"No."
"No what?"
"No, sir."
A thoughtful sound. Magnus slotted the ballgag back into her mouth. She took it without protest. This would be her life now. She'd promised.
"Too bad. Time's running out."
The second visitor came only an hour later, breaking her from her attempt to rest. He brought the third with him.
Laurent and Anand untied her from her position bent over the table and instead bound her wrists to the chain hanging from the ceiling. Laurent cranked the winch until her feet were an inch from touching the floor and removed her gag.
She began to weep as she begged. "Please. Please don't do this. Please. I'll suck your cock. I'll ride you. I just don't want to hang here."
"Did you promise to do what Aron said?" Anand asked her from behind. His hands slipped around her front and grasped her bare chest, pinching and tugging at her nipples. She'd been naked since her first shower, her rags for clothing confiscated. Walking the corridors back to her cell hadn't been the worst humiliation she'd faced. No. That had been the way she'd had to crawl on her hands and knees, a leash attached to her collar that she was dragged along by. "Aron says you're to please us. Will you please us, sweetheart?"
"Yes."
"You're forgetting something, Sylvi." Anand slapped her arse and grabbed a rough handful of flesh. "Yes... what?"
"Sir." She bit her lip at how it sounded on her voice. Anand was a snake; a man she would never have fucked under any other circumstances. To call him "sir" was a further insult. "Yes,
sir
."
"Good girl. So what are you really begging for?"
She swallowed hard and felt the fire lick her veins in warning. "I want to please you. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in me. Please, sirs. Both of you. I want both of your cocks in me."
Gentle, approving laughter. "Laurent?"
"Fuck it, Kapil. I'm horny and she's willing."
"Okay. Okay, but first..."
Anand went down onto his knees, his hands cupped under her arse. He tugged apart her arsecheeks and his warm, wet tongue slid from her plugged cunt to her clit. "Good girl. You taste of so many men... and a beast."
Laurent grabbed her ankle from behind and bound it to... something. Something attached to the floor. When he grabbed the other and spread it, followed by binding that as well, she found she could no longer clamp her thighs together. Her feet were over shoulder-width apart. Well over. It exposed her and she dripped with cum and arousal.
Then, when Laurent was done, she didn't turn where she hung. Her ankles
