Chapter 17: Chapter 17
The living room of the expansive apartment was bathed in a warm, dusky light that filtered in through the sheer curtains. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the remnants of Julika's orgasm still lingering on Nat's face and hair. The room was awash with a sense of raw, primal pleasure, the furniture bearing witness to the debauchery that had unfolded.
Lucia lounged on the plush, leather couch, her long, toned legs stretched out before her. Her dominant presence filled the space, her sharp, dark eyes surveying the room with a keen sense of amusement and anticipation.
She watched as Evana's tortuous dance with Julika and Nat unfolded, her lips curled into a subtle, satisfied smile.
Erna, seated on the plush armchair adjacent to the couch, was keenly aware of the scene unfolding before her. She leaned back, her eyes reflecting a mixture of disdain and respect for Evana's cruel artistry. Her fingers idly played with the certainly unimpressed Nat’s locks, a subtle taunt designed to keep the girl on edge.
"Look at her, Nat," Erna murmured, her voice a low purr. "She's so eager to please.
Look at how she cleans every inch of her body," Lucia purred, her eyes never leaving Nat's tongue as it danced over Julika's skin. "It's as if her own pleasure is dependent on making sure Julika's body is as clean as possible.
Nat looked up from her task, her tongue still darting out to catch any remnant of Julika's cum. She met Lucia's gaze, her eyes wide and filled with lust and submission. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I want to make sure she's clean for you.
I want to make sure her body is as perfect as possible for you to use," Nat continued, her voice laced with desire and desperation. She felt a surge of arousal at the thought of pleasing Lucia, of making Julika's body ready for her Mistress.
Lucia's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes never leaving Nat as she continued her task.
"That's right, you filthy little cum slut. You know your purpose here," she said, her voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. "Now, make sure you don't miss a single drop of her filthy juice. I want her spotless."
Nat nodded, her tongue eagerly licking and sucking at every inch of Julika's skin. She could taste the lingering saltiness of Julika's cum, mixed with the scent of her sweat and Evana's saliva. It was a heady, intoxicating blend that made her pussy clench with desire.
She could feel her own juices dripping down her thighs, her inner thighs slick with sweat and arousal. She wanted to please Lucia, to show her how much she craved her approval.
As she moved up Julika's body, she could feel the blonde's muscles clenching and unclenching under her tongue. She knew Julika was hypersensitive, her body still trembling from her intense orgasm. But Nat didn't stop, she couldn't. She was driven by an insatiable hunger, a desperate need to please and to be used.
Nat's tongue traced every inch of Julika's body, lingering on her nipples, licking and sucking them until they were hard and erect. Julika moaned, her body arching into Nat's touch, but Evana's grip on her hips was unyielding, keeping her in place.
"None of that, slut," Evana snapped, her voice cold and cruel. "You don't get to enjoy this. You're here to serve, to be used like the worthless cunt you are. Now, get back to work."
Nat whimpered, her body trembling with a mixture of desire and fear.
She knew better than to disobey Evana, and she quickly moved her tongue lower, avoiding Julika's breasts. She began to lick and suck her way up Julika's torso, her tongue slithering across the blonde's stomach, tasting the salt and sweat of her skin.
Julika was shaking, her body still sensitive from her intense orgasm. Every flick of Nat's tongue sent electric shocks of pleasure and pain coursing through her. She whimpered, her hands fisting in Nat's hair, but she dared not stop her.
Evana watched with cruel delight, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
"You're fucking trembling, aren't you, Julika? Your body is one big fucking nerve ending, isn't it?" she taunted, her hand still buried deep inside Julika's ass, her fingers curling and twisting with brutal precision. "You're so fucking sensitive, so fucking desperate for more, aren't you?"
Julika could only whimper in response, her body convulsing with each pass of Nat's tongue. She was a shaking, panting mess, her body hyperaware of every touch, every sensation.
Nat's tongue darted out, licking up the sweat that beaded on her skin, making her shiver. She could feel every flick of Nat's tongue, every delicate caress of her lips. It was too much, yet not enough. She wanted more, needed more. "You're a fucking mess, aren't you, Julika? You're shaking like a little bitch in heat. You want more, don't you, you pathetic little slut?"
Julika could only nod, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
Her body was a nerve-wracked mess, every touch sending electric shocks of pleasure through her. She needed more, craved more, but knew better than to ask.
Evana’s laughter was dark and cruel. Because you’re going to get it. You’re going to get everything you fucking want."
She reached down and roughly grasped Julika's clit, pinching and twisting it cruelly. "And you’re going to fucking beg for it, you hear me?
You’re going to fucking scream for me to make you come," Evana growled, her fingers tightening their grip on Julika's clit, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.
Nat whimpered, her body trembling as she watched Julika squirm and scream under Evana's cruel touch. She could feel her own pussy throbbing with desire, her inner thighs slick with arousal. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the ache between her legs, but she knew better than to disobey.
She kept her hands at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she watched Julika squirm and writhe under Evana's touch.
"Please, Mistress," Julika begged, her voice ragged with need. "Please let me come. I can't take it anymore."
Evana laughed, a dark and cruel sound that sent shivers down Nat's spine. "You'll come when I say you can come, you worthless little slut," she snarled. "And not a second before.
You're going to hold that orgasm back, do you understand me?" Evana growled, her fingers still gripping Julika's clit with punishing force.
Julika nodded, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes, Mistress," she managed to whisper, her voice strained with the effort to hold back her release.
Evana smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Good girl. Because I'm not done with you yet. I'm not done with either of you," she added, her gaze flicking to Nat, who was trembling on her knees, her eyes wide with lust and fear.
Evana's mouth curled into a cruel smile. "You want to pleasure me, don't you, Nat? You want to show me how much you can take, how much you can endure. Is that right?" But she was also terrified of what Evana might demand of her. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever was to come. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal and fear. "I want to pleasure you.
I'll do anything you want," Nat said, her voice shaking with anticipation and fear.
Evana grinned, her eyes never leaving Nat's. "That's right, you little slut. You'll do anything I want. Now, come here."
Nat rose to her feet, her body trembling with desire and fear. She stepped closer to Evana, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Evana's gaze on her, like a physical touch, and it sent shivers down her spine.
Evana reached out and grabbed Nat's hair, fisting it tightly in her hand.
She yanked Nat's head back, forcing her to look up at her. Nat's eyes were wide with fear and desire, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps.
"You're a filthy little slut, aren't you?" Evana sneered, her voice thick with lust and cruelty. "You'll do anything I tell you to, won't you?"
Nat nodded, her eyes locked onto Evana's. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal and submission. "I'll do anything you want."
Evana grinned, her eyes gleaming with malice.
She tightened her grip on Nat's hair, pulling harder until Nat cried out in pain. “Good. Because I want you to suck Chris's cock while he fucks Julika's ass. I want you to lick up every drop of cum he shoots into her filthy little hole. Do you understand me?”
Nat's breath hitched, her eyes watering from the pain and the sheer intensity of Evana's words. “Yes, Mistress,” she managed to gasp out, her voice thick with both fear and desire.
Evana released her grip on Nat's hair slightly, just enough for her to nod in agreement. “Good girl.
Now, get over here and open that filthy little mouth of yours,” Evana commanded, her voice thick with cruel delight.
Nat hurried over to where Chris was standing, his cock already hard and ready, pre-cum glistening at the tip. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and fearful, but also filled with a dark, desperate hunger.
Chris looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust and a certain dark amusement. He knew that Evana’s commands were not to be disobeyed, and he was more than happy to comply.
He had a deep sense of satisfaction when he knew he was being used by these powerful women.
Nat lowered herself to her knees before him, her mouth opening eagerly. She looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes, her lips parted and ready. Chris grasped her hair tightly in his fist, guiding her head towards his cock. He felt a thrill of power as he watched her take him in, her lips wrapping tightly around his shaft.
Evana watched with a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with delight. "That's right, you fucking slut. Take his cock like the worthless little cunt you are," she taunted.
"Show me how hungry you are for it, how much you want to be used like the fucking filthy whore you are."
Nat's eyes watered as she took Chris's cock deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around his thick shaft. She could taste the salty tang of his pre-cum, felt the heat of his skin against her tongue. She moaned, the sound vibrating around his cock, making him groan in pleasure.
Chris tightened his grip on Nat's hair, forcing her to take more of his cock. He watched as she gagged, her eyes watering and her lips stretching wide.
The sight of Nat on her knees, her face flushed and her lips swollen around his cock, was almost too much for him to bear. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold back, to let Evana dictate the pace. He knew what she wanted, what she expected of him. And he was more than happy to oblige.
Evana looked down at Nat, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "That's right, you fucking little slut. Take his cock like the worthless little cunt you are.
Show me how hungry you are for it, how much you want to be used like the fucking filthy whore you are." He watched as she gagged, her eyes watering and her lips stretching wide.
Take his cock like the worthless little cunt you are.
Evana taunted, her eyes burning into Nat's as she gagged on Chris's cock.
Nat's eyes watered, but she didn't back away. She took more of Chris's length, her lips stretching around his girth, her jaw aching from the wide opening. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slid deeper into her mouth.
Chris groaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking Nat's mouth with brutal force.
Evana watched with a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with delight as Nat choked and gagged on his cock.
"That's right, you fucking little slut," Evana purred, her voice dripping with venom. "Choke on his cock like the worthless cunt you are. Feel it hitting the back of your throat, feel it stretching your fucking jaw."
Nat's eyes watered, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to breathe. But she didn't fight, didn't pull away.
She knew better than to resist. Instead, she relaxed her throat, letting Chris's cock slide deeper, feeling it hit the back of her throat. She gagged again, but this time, she forced herself to take more of his thick shaft.
She looked up at him, her eyes watering, her nose running as she fought to breathe. But Chris didn't give her a chance. He held her head in place, his fingers digging into her scalp as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
His hips moved with brutal precision, his cock slamming into the back of her throat with each thrust.
She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, could taste the salty, musky scent of his pre-cum. She gagged again, her body convulsing as she struggled to take more of him.
Evana's laughter was dark and cruel, a sound that seemed to fill the room, echoing off the walls and ceiling. "Look at her, Chris. Look at how she takes your cock like a fucking little whore. She's a mess, isn't she? A filthy, fucking mess."
Chris looked down at Nat, his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance.
He loved the way she looked with his cock buried deep in her throat, her mascara running down her cheeks in dark streaks, her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft. He loved the way she gagged and choked, the way her body convulsed as she struggled to take more of him. He loved the sight of her, a filthy little slut on her knees, taking his cock like the worthless cunt she was.
"Fucking look at her, Evana," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Look at how she takes my fucking cock. She's a filthy little cum slut, isn't she?
Look at her,” Evana commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. She moved closer to Nat, her hand gripping the back of her head, guiding her down further onto Chris’s cock. “She loves choking on that big cock, doesn't she? She loves feeling it stretch her jaw, fill her throat.”
Nat gagged again, her eyes watering and her throat constricting around Chris’s cock. She could barely breathe, but she didn’t pull away. She wanted this, wanted to be used like a filthy little whore. She looked up at Evana, her eyes filled with submission and desire.
"Yes, Mistress," she managed to gasp out, her voice thick with need.
Evana's hand tightened in Nat's hair, holding her head in place as Chris continued to fuck her mouth. "That's right, you filthy little slut," Evana sneered. "You're going to take every fucking inch of his cock, aren't you? You're going to choke on it until your eyes water and your makeup runs. You're going to be his fucking trash, aren't you?"
Nat moaned in response, the vibration sending shivers down Chris's spine.
Evana's grip on her hair tightened, forcing Nat to take even more of Chris's cock. She gagged again, her eyes watering and her mascara running in thick black streaks down her cheeks. But she didn't pull away. She wanted this, craved it like a drug. She wanted to be used, to be treated like the fucking filthy whore she was.
"That's right, you little cunt," Evana growled, her voice a low purr of satisfaction and cruelty. "Take that fucking cock like the worthless slut you are.
Show me how much you enjoy being used," Evana spat, her hand gripping Nat's hair harder, forcing her to take more of Chris's cock.
Chris grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming deeper into Nat's throat with each thrust. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, her mascara running in thick, black rivulets down her cheeks. His balls slapped against her chin with each brutal thrust, the sound filling the room and making Evana's pussy clench with lust.
She reached down and began to rub her clit through her pants, her eyes never leaving Nat's face as she took Chris's cock like a fucking pro.
"Look at her, Chris," Evana purred, her voice thick with desire. "Look at how she takes that cock like the fucking whore she is. She's got a mouth made for sucking cock, hasn't she? A mouth made for taking a good, hard fucking."
Chris grunted in response, his hips moving like a piston as he fucked Nat's face with savage intensity. "Fuck yeah, she does," he agreed, his voice tight with lust.
He loved seeing Nat like this, her face flushed, her eyes watering, her lips stretched wide around his cock. He knew she loved it too, loved being used like this. He could feel her desperation, her need to please, to be treated like the filthy little slut she was.
Evana's grip on Nat's hair tightened, forcing her to take more of Chris's cock. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of Nat's throat with each thrust, could see the way her throat constricted around him.
She watched as Nat gagged and choked, her body trembling as she struggled to take more of him.
Evana tightened her grip on Nat's hair, forcing her to take even more of Chris's cock. "Just look at that, Chris," she said, her voice thick with desire. "Look at how she chokes on your cock like the fucking whore she is. Look at how her throat stretches around you, taking every inch of your massive fucking cock."
Chris groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming deeper into Nat's throat with each thrust.
Evana watched as Nat's makeup ran down her face, her lips swollen and stretched around Chris's thick shaft. She could see the whiteness of Nat's teeth as she held a death grip on Chris's cock, her nails digging into his thighs as she tried to keep her balance.
Nat's eyes were watering so much that her mascara was starting to smudge, making harsh black lines across her cheeks. Every time he slammed his cock into her throat, her body convulsed and her false lashes fluttered.
"Fuck," Chris grunted, his hands gripping Nat's head harder, his hips moving faster. "Your little slave is taking my cock like a fucking pro, Evana. Look at how she deepthroats me. She's so fucking good at this."
Evana smiled, her hand still rubbing her clit through her pants. "I know she is.
That's why I love having her around. She's always ready to serve, always ready to be used like the fucking little cum dumpster she is," Evana said, her voice dripping with venom.
Chris's grunts were growing louder, his hips moving faster. He was getting close to the edge, his balls tightening with the need to come. He looked down at Nat, her eyes watering and her throat working as she took every inch of him. He could feel her desperation, her need to please.
"Fuck, Nat. You're doing so good.
You're such a good little cockslut, aren't you, Nat?" Chris praised, his voice thick with lust and approval. "You take my cock so fucking well, don't you?"
Nat could only moan in response, her throat working as she took every inch of Chris's cock. She loved hearing him praise her, loved knowing that she was pleasing him. She wanted to make him come, wanted to feel his hot, thick cum shooting down her throat.
Evana's breath grew ragged as she watched Nat take Chris's cock like a fucking pro. She could feel her own pussy clenching, her clit throbbing with need.
She reached down and began to rub herself through her pants, her eyes never leaving Nat's face as she took Chris's cock like a fucking pro. You're such a good little cunt," Chris growled, his voice thick with lust. "You take my cock so fucking well. I'm going to fucking come down your throat, you little slut. I'm going to make you swallow every fucking drop of my cum." She could feel his cock swelling in her throat, could feel the pulsing of his orgasm as it began to build.
She wanted it, craved it. She wanted to feel his hot, thick cum shooting down her throat, wanted to swallow every fucking drop.
Chris groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming deeper into Nat's throat with each brutal thrust. I'm going to come. You're going to swallow every fucking drop of my cum, aren't you?"
Nat moaned, the vibration sending shivers down Chris's spine. She looked up at him, her eyes watering and her throat constricting around his cock.
She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She wanted this, needed this. She wanted to be used, to be filled with his cum.
Chris growled, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her throat with brutal force. "That's right, you filthy little slut. Open that fucking throat and take my cum. Show me how much you want it."
Evana let out a dark laugh, her hand still rubbing her clit through her pants. "Fuck yeah, she does. She wants that cum, doesn't she, Chris?
She wants to feel it fucking burst out of your balls and shoot down her fucking throat. She wants to swallow every fucking drop, doesn't she?" Evana taunted, her voice laced with cruelty and desire.
Chris grunted, his hips moving with brutal force now, his cock slamming into Nat's throat with every thrust. He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm building with each brutal thrust. He looked down at Nat, her eyes watering and her throat constricting around his cock.
"That's right, you filthy little cum dumpster. You're going to take every fucking drop of my cum. You're going to swallow it all, aren't you?"
He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the surge of pleasure that signaled his impending orgasm. He thrust harder, deeper, his cock pounding into Nat's throat with a brutal force that would have made most women gag and pull away. But not Nat. She took it all, her throat constricting around his shaft, her lips stretched wide around his thick girth.
"Fuck yeah, you are," Evana taunted, her voice thick with lust and cruelty.
"You're going to take every fucking drop, and you're going to fucking love it, aren't you, you little slut?"
Chris's body tensed, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. He felt the pleasure building in his balls, the pressure so intense it was almost painful. He looked down at Nat, his eyes locked onto hers as he prepared to come.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
He looked down at Nat, her eyes wide with anticipation, her throat working as she took every inch of him. He could feel the pressure building, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. "You're gonna fucking swallow it all, aren't you, you little slut?"
Nat nodded eagerly, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe around his thick shaft. Her throat was raw and aching, but she didn't care. She wanted to taste his cum, to feel it coating her throat as she swallowed every last drop.
She wanted to be his filthy little cum dumpster, to be used and abused by him. He looked down at Nat, her eyes wide with anticipation, her throat working as she took every inch of him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
His hips moved faster, his cock slamming into Nat's throat with brutal force. She gagged, her eyes watering and her makeup running in thick, black streaks down her cheeks.
Chris's cock swelled even further in her throat, the sensation making her gag again. "Fucking take it, you little slut," Evana snapped, her voice laced with cruelty and desire. "Take his cock like the fucking whore you are."
Nat's throat contracted around his cock, the sensation driving him wild.
Chris's cock throbbed in her mouth, a warning that his climax was near. He gritted his teeth and held back, wanting to draw out her torment a little longer. They all knew the rules: he didn't come until Evana said so.
Evana watched the scene unfold before her with a cruel smile. "Fuck, look at you, Nat. You're a filthy little cum slut, aren't you? Taking his cock like the worthless little whore you are," she taunted, her hand still rubbing her clit through her pants.
Nat's throat contracted around his cock, the sensation driving Chris wild. He was close, so fucking close, but he held back, waiting for Evana's command. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his release.
Evana's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she watched Nat choke and struggle on Chris's cock. Suffer for me. Take that cock like the fucking filthy whore you are."
Nat's eyes watered, her mascara running down her cheeks in thick, black rivulets.
Every time Chris's cock slammed into her throat, her body convulsed, her false lashes fluttering wildly. She felt like a rag doll, a toy for him to use and abuse. She loved it.
"That's right, you fucking little cum slut," Evana purred, her voice thick with venom. "Choke on that cock, you fucking cunt. Feel it stretch your throat, feel it fill your fucking mouth."
Chris's balls were drawn up tight, ready to explode. He could feel his release building, and he held onto it with every ounce of willpower he had.
He wanted to come, but he knew better than to disobey Evana. He was her toy, her tool to use as she saw fit. And right now, she wanted him to hold onto his release.
"Not yet, Chris," Evana said, her voice like ice. "Not until I say so."
He gritted his teeth, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. Nat's throat was raw and aching, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts. She wanted to gag, to pull away, but she knew better than to disobey.
Instead, she focused on the task at hand, on the brutal force of Chris's cock fucking her throat. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock sliding against her tongue, could taste the salt and musk of his pre-cum. She tightened her grip on his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to steady herself.
Evana's laughter was a dark, cruel sound, echoing through the room like a symphony of pain and pleasure. "You're such a good little slut, Nat," she purred, her voice thick with venom. "You take his cock like a fucking pro.
Just look at you, gagging and choking on it like the filthy little whore you are," Evana continued, her voice dripping with venom as she watched Nat struggling to breathe around Chris's thick shaft.
Chris's eyes were fixed on Nat's, watching as her eyes watered and her makeup ran in thick, black streaks down her cheeks. He could feel his balls drawing up, his orgasm building like a freight train ready to burst out. But Evana's command held him back, making him grit his teeth and fight the urge to come.
He could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing with the need for release. But he held on, waiting for her word. Your throat is so fucking tight around my cock. I can feel every inch of you, slut. You're taking me like the good little cunt you are," Chris growled, his voice thick with lust and praise.
Nat moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine.
Chris could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building in his groin as he fought to keep control. He wanted to come, to fill her throat with his hot, thick cum, but he knew better than to disobey Evana. He gritted his teeth and held back, his body trembling with the effort.
Evana watched the scene unfold before her with a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. She could see Nat's desperation, her need to please, to be used like the worthless little slut she was.
Nat's eyes pleaded with him, begging him to come, to fill her with his hot, thick cum.
Evana, watching this scene unfold with a twisted delight, pushed her hand harder against her own cunt. She could feel the heat of her own arousal, the wetness of her desire. She wanted to see Nat choke on Chris's cock, wanted to see her take every last drop of his cum. She wanted to see her gag and struggle, her eyes watering and her makeup running down her face. She wanted Nat to be used like the filthy little whore she was.
"That's it, Nat," Evana purred, her voice dripping with venom. "Take every fucking inch of his cock. Show me how much you want to be used."
Nat's eyes were filled with submission and desperation as she looked up at Chris.
"Please, Mistress," Nat begged, her voice thick with desire. "Can I come? Please let me come."
Evana chuckled, a dark and cruel sound that sent shivers down Nat's spine. "Not yet, you little slut.
You might want to come, but I don't give a fuck what you want. I call the shots here, and for now, I want you to suffer," Evana sneered.
Nat whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her release. She looked up at Evana, her eyes pleading, but she knew better than to argue.
Chris felt like he was going to explode, his balls drawn up tight and his cock throbbing with need. He watched Nat's face, her eyes watering and her mascara running down her cheeks.
He could feel the pressure building in his balls, his cock throbbing with need. He gritted his teeth, fighting to hold back his orgasm, waiting for Evana's command.
Evana, her hand still working her clit, laughed cruelly at Nat's plea. "Did you really think I’d let you come so easily? You're mine, Nat. You do what I say, when I say it. And right now, I want to see you suffer. I want to see you take every fucking inch of his cock, every brutal thrust, and not come until I tell you to."
She turned to Chris, a wicked smile on her face.
"Enough of this teasing. I want you to pound her throat like the filthy little cum dumpster she is. I want to hear her gag and choke as you fuck her throat. Understood?"
Chris nodded, a groan of anticipation escaping him. "Yes, Mistress."
Evana turned back to Nat, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. You're going to take every fucking inch of his cock, aren't you? You're going to choke and gag and beg for more, aren't you?"
Nat nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
Chris gripped her hair tighter, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her throat with brutal force. She gagged, her eyes watering and her mascara running in thick, black streaks down her cheeks.
"Fucking gag on it, you little cunt," Evana sneered, her voice laced with venom. "Feel his cock stretching your fucking throat. Make me hear you choke."
Nat's body convulsed as Chris's cock pounded into her, his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust.
She gagged again and again, tears streaming down her face, mascara running like black rivulets. Her lips stretched impossibly wide around his thick girth, her throat working to take him deep.
Evana watched with delight, her hand still rubbing her clit through her pants. "That's it, you filthy little slut. Take his cock like a good little bitch. Gag on it, choke on it. Show me how much you fucking love it."
Nat’s hands clawed at Chris's thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she struggled to keep her balance.
Evana's laughter echoed through the room, her voice thick with cruel amusement as she watched Nat choke and gag on Chris's cock.
"Look at her, Chris," Evana purred, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Look at how she takes your cock like a fucking pro. She's a fucking mess, isn't she?
Chris grunted, his hips moving like a piston as he slammed his cock into Nat's throat. He could feel her desperation, could feel her body convulsing with each brutal thrust.
He looked down at her, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire, her cheeks flushed and her mascara running in thick, black streaks. She was a mess, a filthy little cum dumpster.
And she loved it.
He could feel her throat working around his shaft, could feel her lips stretching wide around his thick girth. He loved the way she gagged and choked, the way her body shook and convulsed with each brutal thrust.
He could feel her throat working around his cock, could feel her desperation, her need to please. And he gave it to her, brutal and relentless, his hips moving with a savage intensity that left her gasping and choking for air.
Chris looked up at Evana, his eyes locked onto hers as he prepared to come.
Evana's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure. She knew the power she held over Chris and Nat, and she reveled in it. She loved seeing Nat suffer, loved seeing her choke and gag on Chris's cock.
It was a fucking sight to behold, and she couldn't get enough of it.
"Fuck, Chris," Evana moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Make her choke on that fucking cock. Make her gag and struggle. I want to hear her fucking whimper, you hear me?"
Chris nodded, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Nat's throat with brutal force. He could feel her body convulsing around him, could feel her throat constricting as she struggled to take more of him.
"That's it, you little bitch," Evana snapped, her voice thick with venom. "Choke on his fucking cock.
Nat tried to comply, opening her throat wide to take Chris's thick shaft deeper. She gagged again, her eyes watering and her makeup running in thick, black streaks down her cheeks.
Chris felt the pressure building in his balls, his cock swelling even further as he neared the edge of his orgasm.
He gritted his teeth, his body trembling as he fought to hold back his release. He wanted to come, to fill Nat's throat with his hot, thick cum.
But he held on, waiting for Evana's command. His cock throbbed in Nat's throat, a warning that his orgasm was imminent. He could feel his balls drawing up, tight and aching.
"Fuck, I'm close, Evana," Chris grunted, his body tensing with the effort to hold back.
Evana smirked, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Not yet, slave," she said, her voice like silk wrapped around a blade. "I want you to hold onto that load a little longer.
Don't you dare come until I say so, you hear me?" Evana ordered, her voice a low growl. "I'll tell you when. Now, fuck her face like the worthless little cunt she is. Make her suffer for your pleasure."
Chris nodded, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his release. He tightened his grip on Nat's hair, yanking her head back to look up at him as he prepared to fuck her throat with even more force.
"You're going to take every fucking inch of my cock, you filthy little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
He began to move his hips, the head of his cock sliding against the back of her throat with each thrust. Nat gagged, her body convulsing as her throat was forced to open wider, to take more of him.
Evana watched with delight, her hand still working her clit through her pants. "That's it, you fucking little whore. Take his cock like the worthless cunt you are. Open that fucking throat and take it all," she taunted, her voice dripping with venom.
Chris began to move faster, his hips thrusting forward with brutal force, his cock slamming into the back of Nat's throat with each thrust.
He could feel her throat constricting around him, could feel her struggle to breathe as he held her head in place, his fingers digging into her scalp.
He watched as her eyes watered, her mascara running in thick, black streaks down her cheeks. He could see the tears streaming down her face, could feel the wetness of her saliva as she dribbled around his cock. He loved seeing her like this, a filthy little cum dumpster, a mess of tears and saliva and makeup.
Evana watched with a cruel smile, her hand still working her clit through her pants. “That’s it, you filthy little slut.
Take every fucking inch of his cock,” Evana commanded, her eyes gleaming with malice. She could see Nat’s desperate struggle to breathe, her makeup ruined and her mascara running down her cheeks. It was a sight that turned her on even more.
Chris’s cock was throbbing, ready to explode, but he held back, waiting for Evana’s command. He could feel Nat’s throat working around his cock, her lips stretched wide to take him in. He loved the way she gagged and choked, the way her body shook with each brutal thrust.
“Fucking look at her, Chris,” Evana purred, her voice thick with lust.
“Watch as her throat takes every inch of your cock.
Listen to her gag and choke, feel her throat constrict around you. You’re making her suffer, Chris. You’re making her take every fucking inch of your cock like a little whore.”
Nat’s body was wracked with sobs as she struggled to breathe, her eyes watering and her mascara running in thick, black streaks down her cheeks. Her throat was raw, and her lips were stretched wide around Chris’s thick shaft. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slid deeper into her throat.
She gagged repeatedly, her eyes watering so much that her makeup streamed down her face in thick black rivulets. Her throat was raw and aching, her body convulsing with each brutal thrust. But she held on, desperate to please Evana and Chris.
Evana's laughter was dark and cruel, echoing off the living room walls. She watched with sadistic pleasure as Nat choked and gagged on Chris's cock, her body convulsing with each brutal thrust. "Little bitch is taking it like a fucking pro, isn't she, Chris?" Evana taunted, her voice thick with lust and malice.
"You're a filthy little bitch, aren't you, Nat? You fucking love choking on his cock, don't you? You love the feel of it stretching your throat, making you gag."
Nat's body convulsed as Chris's cock pounded into her throat, her eyes watering and her throat constricting around his thick girth. She couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but take what he gave her. Her hands clawed at his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to find something, anything, to anchor herself to. But there was nothing.
Just the sound of her own ragged breathing, the feel of Chris's cock in her throat, and the cruel words of Evana echoing in her mind.
"Fuck, Chris," Evana moaned, her voice thick with lust as she watched Nat struggle to breathe around Chris's thick shaft. "Your little slut is taking your cock like a fucking pro, isn't she? She's choking and gagging on it like the filthy little whore she is."
Chris grunted in response, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming deeper into Nat's throat with each brutal thrust.
"Fuck yeah, she is. She's taking my cock like a goddamn champ. Look at her, Evana. She's fucking dribbling around my dick, choking and gagging on it like the filthy little slut she is."
Evana smiled cruelly, her hand still working her clit through her pants. "That's right, you fucking whore. Take his cock like the filthy little cunt you are.
Feel it stretching your throat, making you choke. Come on, you little bitch. Take it all," she taunted, her voice dripping with venom and cruel delight.
"You know you want to, don't you? You want to feel his cum fill your fucking throat, don't you, you filthy little bitch?" He could feel the pressure building in his balls, his orgasm nearing. He wanted to let go, to fill Nat's throat with his hot, thick cum. But he held back, his body trembling with the effort to obey Evana's command.
"That's right, you fucking whore," Evana sneered, her hand still rubbing her clit through her pants.
"You want to feel his cum fill your fucking throat, don't you? You want to swallow every fucking drop, don't you?"
Chris groaned, his hips moving like a piston as he fucked Nat's face. He could feel the pressure building, his balls drawing up tight and ready to explode.
Evana's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she watched Nat choke and gag on Chris's cock. She could see the desperation in Nat's eyes, could feel her own pussy clenching with need.
"You know what I want, Nat," Evana said, her voice thick with lust. "I want you to take his cum like the filthy little whore you are. I want you to look up at him with those big, watery eyes and beg for his cum. Beg for it like the worthless little slut you are."
Nat's eyes widened, and she looked up at Chris, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. She was barely able to breathe around his thick cock, her throat raw and aching. But she knew what Evana wanted, what she demanded.
"Please, Master," Nat begged, her voice a ragged whisper.
"Please let me have your cum. Please let me swallow your load."
Evana’s eyes glinted with cruel amusement. "That's more like it, slut. Now, open your fucking throat and take it like the good little whore you are."
Chris grunted, his body tense and ready to explode. He looked down at Nat, her eyes watering and her makeup running down her face in thick, black streaks. Her throat was red and raw, her lips swollen and stretched around his cock. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, his cock throbbing with the need to come.
He looked down at Nat, her eyes watering and her makeup running down her cheeks in thick, black streaks.
“You hear that, slave?” Evana said, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel. “She wants your cum, Chris. She wants to feel it fill her fucking throat. She wants to swallow every last drop.”
Chris groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Nat’s throat with brutal force. “Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m gonna fill your throat with my cum, you little slut.
You’re going to swallow every fucking drop, and you’re going to fucking love it,” Chris growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
He felt his balls tighten, his cock throbbing with the impending release. He looked down at Nat, her eyes locked onto his, her throat working around his cock. And he was going to give it to her, hard and brutal, just the way she begged for it.
Evana’s hand was now inside her pants, her fingers working her clit with furious, desperate need.
She watched as Chris’s body tensed, his balls drawing up, ready to explode. She knew he was waiting for her command, but she wanted to savor this moment, wanted to make him suffer just a little bit longer.
“You want to come, slave?” she taunted, her voice a low purr.
Chris groaned, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts, his cock slamming into Nat’s throat with brutal force. “Please, Mistress. I need to come. I need to fill her throat with my cum.”
Evana laughed, a dark, cruel sound that echoed off the walls.
"You want to come, slave? You're going to have to beg for it. You're going to have to fucking plead with me to let you fill this little whore's throat with your cum."
Chris groaned, his hips bucking faster, his cock throbbing with need. "Please, Mistress. I need to fill her throat with my cum. I can't hold on much longer."
Evana smiled cruelly, her hand still working her clit with frantic need. "You want to come, don't you, slave?
You're dying to fill this little slut's throat with your hot, fucking cum, aren't you?" Evana taunted, her voice a low purr laced with cruelty. "You're going to have to do more than just beg, Chris. You're going to have to fucking earn it."
Chris groaned, his hips moving rapidly, his cock slamming into Nat's throat with brutal force. "What do you want, Mistress? Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. I'll do anything to make you happy."
Evana smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
"I want you to make her gag on your cock, Chris," she commanded. "I want to hear her choke and struggle for breath. Make her fucking suffer for it."
Chris let out a desperate groan, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Nat's throat with brutal force. "Yes, Mistress," he choked out, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his release. "I'll make her fucking suffer for it."
He gripped Nat's hair tighter, yanking her head back to look up at him as he prepared to fuck her throat with even more force.
"You're going to fucking gag on my cock, you pathetic little cunt," he growled, his voice thick with lust and hatred. Nat gagged, her eyes watering and her makeup running in thick, black streaks down her cheeks. Her throat constricted around his shaft, her body convulsing as she struggled to take more of him.
"Fucking gag on it, you little whore," Evana snapped, her voice thick with venom.
Chris thrust harder, his cock hitting the back of Nat's throat with force that made her body convulse. Her eyes watered and her mascara was now a smeared mess all over her face. She clawed at his thighs, trying to find some purchase, some way to steady herself as he continued to pound into her throat.
The sound of her gagging and choking filled the room, a symphony of degradation and humiliation that sent shivers down Evana's spine.
She could see the desperation in Nat's eyes, the way she clawed at Chris's thighs, trying to find some way to steady herself as he pounded into her throat.
"That's it, you little whore," Evana sneered, her hand still working her clit through her pants. "Gag on his cock. Choke on it like the worthless little cunt you are."
Chris grunted with each thrust, his body tense with the effort to hold back his release.
Nat's gagging became more frequent, her throat working around his cock with desperate force. Her tears streamed down her face, mixing with the black rivulets of her mascara. Her fingers dug into his thighs, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in his flesh.
Evana's breath came in ragged gasps, her own orgasm close as she watched the scene unfold before her. She could feel the wetness of her desire soaking through her pants, could feel the heat of her arousal radiating from her core.
“Fuck, look at her, Chris,” Evana panted, her voice thick with lust.
“Look at how she takes your cock, how she suffers for it. She’s a fucking mess, and you’re the one making her that way. Isn’t that right, slave?”
Chris grunted in response, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his release. “Yes, Mistress,” he growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Nat’s throat with brutal force. “I’m making her fucking suffer for it.”
Evana’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she watched Nat choke and gag on Chris’s cock.
The sight of her struggle, the sound of her gasping for breath, the way her body convulsed with each brutal thrust was a fucking symphony to her ears. She wanted more, needed more.
”
Give it to her harder, slave,” Evana commanded, her voice a harsh growl. “Make her fucking throat work for it. I want to hear her gag harder. I want to see her fucking suffer.”
Chris obliged, his hips snapping forward with savage force, his cock ramming into Nat’s throat with a brutal thrust that had her gagging and choking violently.
Her throat made a disgusting, wet sound as his cock slid in and out, the mixture of saliva and tears coating his shaft and making it slick and smooth. He could feel her throat constricting around him, her body convulsing with the effort to breathe around his thick girth. He held her head in place, his fingers digging into her scalp, his grip unyielding as he used her throat for his pleasure.
Evana's breath was coming in ragged gasps now, her free hand clawing at the couch cushion beside her as she watched the raw, brutal scene unfold before her.
The living room was filled with the sounds of Nat's ragged breathing, her desperate gags and chokes as Chris's cock punished her throat, and the slapping sounds of his balls against her chin with each brutal thrust.
"Fuck, that's it, Chris," Evana moaned, her voice thick with lust and cruelty. "Make her fucking suffer for it. I want to see her throat work for that cock. I want to hear her gag and choke and beg for air. Give it to her harder, slave.
I want to see her fucking at the brink of passing out. I want to see her gag and choke and beg for air."
Chris obeyed, his hips moving at a furious pace, driving his cock deeper and harder into Nat's throat with each brutal thrust. Her body convulsed, her fingers clawing at his thighs as she struggled to keep up with the brutality of his assault. The sound of her gagging and choking filled the room, a symphony of suffering that drove Evana wild with desire.
She could feel her own orgasm building, the tension coiling in her core like a spring ready to snap.
"Fuck her throat, Chris," she commanded, her voice a harsh growl. "Fuck it like it's your cunt. Make her fucking gag on your cock."
Chris complied, his hips moving at a brutal pace, his cock slamming into Nat's throat with savage force. He could feel her throat constricting around him, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe.
He looked down at her, her face a mess of tears and mascara, her lips stretched wide around his thick girth. He wanted to see her pass out, wanted to see her pushed to the very edge of her limits.
”Fucking gag on it, you little whore,” Chris snarled, his hips moving at a frenzied pace, his cock pounding into her throat with brutal force. “Take every fucking inch. Open that fucking throat and take it all.”
Evana’s eyes were wide with lust and cruelty as she watched the scene unfolding before her.
Nat was a mess, her makeup ruined, her mascara running in thick, black streaks down her face. Her throat was raw and red, her lips swollen and stretched around Chris’s thick shaft. Her fingers clawed at his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to anchor herself. But Chris held her head in place, his grip unyielding as he used her throat for his pleasure.
“That’s it, slave,” Evana hissed, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck her throat like you mean it. Make her gag on your cock.
Fill her with every fucking inch of your length. Make her fucking beg for air.”
Chris’s hips snapped forward, his cock ramming into Nat’s throat with such force that her body convulsed violently. Her gagging became almost continuous, her throat working frantically around his cock as she struggled to breathe. Her nails dug deeper into his thighs, her fingers clawing at his flesh as if she were trying to cling to some semblance of reality.
Evana watched with a mix of sadistic pleasure and growing arousal. Her hand was now fully inside her pants, two fingers fucking her slick cunt with wild abandon.
She was soaked, her juices coating her fingers and dripping onto the couch, her clit throbbing with need as she watched Chris punish Nat's throat.
"Fucking look at her, Chris," Evana panted, her voice thick with lust and cruelty. "Look at how she takes your cock, how she suffers for it. She's a fucking mess, and you're the one making her that way. Isn't that right, slave?"
Chris grunted in response, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Nat's throat with brutal force. "Yes, Mistress.
I'm making her fucking suffer for it," Chris grunted, his hips moving like a piston, driving his cock into Nat's throat with harsh, relentless thrusts.
The sound of her desperate, ragged gags filled the room, a symphony of degradation and humiliation that sent shivers down Evana's spine. But her eyes were drawn to the doorway, where Lucia had just entered. One look at Nat's state, her makeup ruined and her throat being brutalized by Chris's cock, and Lucia scowled. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening in disbelief and anger.
"What the fuck is this?" she snapped, her voice a whipcrack that silenced the room. She stormed towards them, her tall, commanding figure cutting through the scene like a knife.
Her long, black hair whipped around her face as she moved, her eyes blazing with fury. Lucia's sharp intake of breath was like a gunshot in the room, the sudden silence following it deafening. Evana smirked, her eyes flicking between the three figures before turning to face Lucia.
"Ah, Lucia, darling," Evana purred, her voice like velvet-wrapped poison. "You're just in time for the show.
Our little Nat here is about to take a face full of Chris's cum," Evana cooed, her voice dripping with malice as she turned back to face Nat, who was gagging and choking on Chris's cock.
Lucia's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching as she took in the scene. "I should have known better than to leave you alone with my property," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. She turned to Chris, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Why isn't she gagging louder?
Evana smiled cruelly and reached out, her fingers tangling in Nat's hair. She yanked hard, forcing Nat's head back and making her throat open wider. Nat let out a loud, desperate gag, her eyes watering even more as she struggled to breathe around Chris's thick cock.
Lucia's eyes widened at the sight, her nostrils flaring with anger. "Evana, what the fuck are you doing?" she demanded, her voice like thunder.
Evana's smile never wavered as she looked up at Lucia, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Just having some fun with Nat, darling.
She loves it, don't you, Nat?" Evana taunted, her hand still tangled in Nat's hair, her grip unyielding as she pulled Nat's head back even further, forcing her to take more of Chris's cock.
Nat let out a strangled, desperate cry, her eyes wide with panic as she struggled to breathe around Chris's thick cock. Her throat was raw and aching, her body convulsing with the effort to take more of him.
Lucia's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching as she took in Nat's desperate state. "You're fucking pushing her too far, Evana.
She can't fucking breathe," Lucia snapped, her voice a whipcrack that cut through the heavy, sex-laden air. Her eyes were locked onto Nat, the sight of her gasping and choking on Chris's cock twisting something in her chest. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch Chris's shoulder, to stop him from his brutal assault.
Evana's eyes narrowed, her grip on Nat's hair tightening until the girl let out a pained whimper. "She's fine, Lucia," she sneered. "She can take it. Can't you, Nat?
Look at me. Tell me you want to breathe," Lucia's voice was a low, dangerous growl, her fingers digging into Chris's shoulder. She knew Nat's limits, knew how far she could push her and when to pull back.
Nat's eyes were wide with tears, her throat burning and her mind screaming for air. She looked up at Lucia, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. Her nails dug into Chris's thighs, her body convulsing as she tried to pull back, tried to escape the brutal assault on her throat.
But Lucia's hand on Chris's shoulder held him in place, her grip unyielding.
"Fucking stop, Chris," Lucia growled, her voice a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down Chris's spine. "She can't fucking breathe."
Chris hesitated, his hips stilling as he looked up at Lucia, his cock buried to the hilt in Nat's throat. He could see the desperation in Nat's eyes, could feel the way her throat was constricting around his cock, could feel the way her body was trembling with the effort to breathe.
He knew he should stop, knew he should pull out and let her catch her breath. But with Lucia's commanding voice echoing in his ears and Evana's sadistic laughter goading him on, he found himself hesitating.
Evana's eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unfold before her. She could see the indecision in Chris's eyes, could see the way he looked up at Lucia, his cock still buried to the hilt in Nat's throat. She knew that if Lucia had her way, this scene would end now, with Nat still gasping for breath and Chris's cock still hard and aching.
But Evana wasn't about to let that happen. She tightened her grip on Nat's hair, pulling her head back even further, forcing her to take more of Chris's cock.
"Not so fast, Lucia," Evana purred, her voice like velvet-wrapped poison. "You wouldn't want to deny your little pet her orgasm, would you? Look at her, begging for it, desperate for it. Aren't you, Nat?"
Nat's eyes were wide with desperation and fear. She couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but try to survive the brutal assault on her throat.
She looked up at Lucia, her eyes wide with pleading, tears streaming down her face, mascara running in thick, black rivulets.
"Please, Mistress," Nat begged through a ragged gasp, "Please let me breathe."
Lucia's eyes softened at the sight of Nat's desperate plea, but her voice remained firm. "Chris, pull out," she commanded. "Now."
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