Shared (Billionaire's Blood Slave 4) Page 2
Jagged nails dug hard into her back. She flinched away, squeaking into the hard flesh filling her mouth. The other one behind her only laughed harder, hooking fingers under the crotch strap of her harness. The straps bit into her skin as he yanked her ass high in the air. The hard yank forced the toys deeper into her holes, split apart the lush lips of her cunt. Once she was on her hands and knees merciless fingers toyed with her sex, slipping to either side of the glass shaft. Hot waves of ecstasy ran through her, and soon she was moaning.
“At least she’s wet,” Someone said.
“Knight always liked natural sluts, yes?” Ivor laughed, jammed his cock hard into the back of her throat.
The toying fingers wrapped around the glass toy in her pussy and twisted it hard, jammed it in further then pulled it back out. Alice wailed as she was fucked at both ends, and more of the men kept drifting closer. Soon their hot fingertips were poking at her flesh, cupping her dangling breasts. They forced their fingers in alongside the plug in her ass, wriggling and prodding mercilessly at the tender walls. Her tender cunt was throbbing with arousal, but she desperately didn’t want to come for them. But unconsciously she wriggled her hips, trying to eke a little more pleasure from the contact. Her ass rose a little higher in the air as she licked at Ivor’s cock.
“Look at this little whore.”
Alice sobbed in shame as she thought about it. Not long ago she’d been an innocent young woman, but now she was nothing more than a slave, a slut eager to be used by these complete strangers.
Ivor’s cock was swollen and dribbled hot, thick pre down her throat. His moans were low and raw, deep as a bear’s roar. Alice soaked his cock in the liquid depths of her mouth, her tongue wriggling helplessly over his shaft as strangers fingers played with her tortured holes. That only seemed to turn him on more, and he snatched a handful of her hair and forced her head down all the way, so hard that she was trembling, choking on his cock.
She felt a hand sliding rough down the crack of her ass only an instant before the plug was ripped out. She squealed, her ass flinching on empty air, shuddering at the pain. Her writhing made her tongue lash so much that Ivor finally came, shooting in a hot torrent across the roof of her mouth. Halfway through, he dragged all the long inches of his shaft out and smacked it into her damp lips. The last of his cum dashed across her mouth and flushed cheeks.
“Swallow, cunt.” Ivor growled. His cock smeared a hot streak of cum over her face.
Alice was shaking and crying, but she forced herself to swallow the hot, salty cum still in her mouth. The pounding need in her cunt was getting harder to ignore. She writhed as they continued to fuck her ass with the plug. Without a pause someone took Ivor’s place, and a new cock was shoved into her violated mouth. The new shaft pulsed on her cum-damp tongue, sliding in inch by agonising inch.
Cruel fingertips pinched hard at her nipples. “No rings? We should pierce her for him.”
The fingers yanked harder, twisted until bright needles of pain shot through her breasts. A hand cracked down on her sweat-beaded ass so hard she howled. Every noise she made sounded weak and pathetic, muffled by the hard sweaty cock jammed in her mouth.
The plug stretched the sore ring of her asshole as they forced it in and out, using it like a dildo on her. Each time it popped in her whole body shook, clenching as it absorbed the invader. It was almost a relief when they finally yanked it out and she felt the silky head of another cock prodding her asshole.
Then it was more than just a relief. Her treacherous cunt throbbed and she imagined her Master training her ass, the way he’s stretched her and changed her body just for his own pleasure. It disgusted her how much she wanted the feeling of that cock gliding into her, filling her up.
She couldn’t turn her head, but she desperately wanted to look for Knight. She wondered if he would even want her back after seeing what a dirty slut she was.
When the blunt head of the vampire’s cock burst through her nether hole she still screamed. The sheer thickness crashing into her was exquisitely painful, filling her far more than the plug had. She felt every inch squeezing into her. The man behind her didn’t waste any time - he started hammering his whole massive length home, ignoring her muffled screams.
‘Still tight,” he grunted, his voice raw. His fingers dug into the cleft of her ass and pried the cheeks further apart so he could fuck her deeper. His hands kept slipping on her sweat-dewed skin so he clawed harder, forcing the cheeks apart. The men using her mouth and ass pounded her back and forth helplessly between them, filling her to the brim with throbbing cock. Their greased hands dug into her trembling flesh. They each snatched at her body with hard fingers and clawed her back onto their impaling cocks, snarling as they fought over her like a pair of dogs.
Their flesh was searing in her body, hotter than a humans could possibly be, a delirious blaze that spread out through her core. The heat was so glorious that she found herself bucking back on their invading members, drawing more of that sweet warmth into her.
Their furnace-blast heat was an exquisite contrast to the chilly glass still in her pussy, and shamefully she hoped that someone would replace the toy with live flesh. Her cheeks burned with the humiliation.
Ivor’s cum was barely cooling on her lips when the new cock in her mouth pulsed. The man fucking her mouth pulled himself out and snarled. His seed spattered hot over her face as she gasped, flinching away. Gleaming drops snared in the golden tangle of her hair, a trickle ran down slick under her collar and coated her skin. Before she’d even stopped panting for air a new prick was butting at her lips, and she reluctantly opened her mouth again, whimpering as the new cock spread her aching lips.
Her asshole flexed, suddenly cold and empty as the cock slipped free. In a hot spatter her violator’s seed rained down over her back. The heat spread over her tingling skin, strangely delicious. Hot trickles course down the crack of her ass, soaking into her tortured hole.
“Flip her, I want that cunt.” Ivor growled.
A hard hand clamped down on the back of her neck and she was dragged up onto a lounge, squirming and yelping. The cock was shoved back into her mouth, where she suckled on it reflexively as she’d been trained, the man straddling her body.
Ivor got between her legs, forced her trembling thighs apart.
His rough hand crushed down over the juncture of her legs. He rolled it over the butt of the glass cock inside her. The toy’s smooth, cool surface massaged the velvet interior walls, and shivers of ecstasy reverberated through her. She squeezed down in terror, desperate not to come for them. But instead of fading away the waves of ecstasy doubled up, crashing into the warm pleasure of the cock in her mouth.
Her pussy clamped on the glass as if trying to force it out but it was no good. The massaging fingers ran ragged over her slit, ground over the swollen source of her pleasure. After hours of penetration the sensation was so unbearably intense that it swelled painfully in her chest, pounding out through her whole body.
She couldn’t help it. She came, in a roaring, volcanic swell from deep inside her. Her pussy muscles snapped down over unyielding glass, she moaned weakly through her mouthful of cock. The nectar of her slit flooded down her thighs and into her flinching asshole, mingling with sweat and still-hot cum. Black spots danced in from of her eyes.
“Slut,” Ivor snarled, “Knight, this is how you train slave? I barely touched her.”
If he was watching Knight didn’t say anything. Shame washed over her, disgust at how easy she’d been. She wanted to look for her Master but they held her still, not allowing her to even turn her head. All she could do was moan piteously and lick at the cock in her mouth, trying to ignore the ache of her stretched slit.
Ivor’s big hand wrapped around the end of the toy. He ripped it out and flung it away, with a harsh crack as it hit the tile. Alice’s body shook at the sudden emptiness, her slit clenching down over empty air. She didn’t doubt that after being filled so long she was hanging open, slic
k and ready.
Ivor’s fingers drilled into her sopping cunt so suddenly that she writhed, squealing. He made a raw noise of disgust and wiped her juices over the tender skin between her pussy and ass. One nail traced the rim of her tortured asshole while she wailed in horror, writhing.
“Don’t you like it?” Ivor asked dryly.
His cock surged into her slit completely without warning, that thick shaft splitting her further than even the toy had. She screamed. At the same time the man fucking her mouth came, jamming himself deep into her throat. As Ivor started to fuck her flinching cunt she choked on seed, unable to turn her head.
“Make her swallow.”
A hand wound through her hair and forced her down, struggling for air. Finally, miserable, she lapped up the warm trickle, squeezing her eyes shut as she forced herself to swallow. The seed ran searing down her throat. The blazing heat matched Ivor’s too-hot prick in her pussy. Ivor’s fingers dug, probed deep into her sore ass, and before she knew it she was coming again.
Everything became a sweaty blur of agony and bliss. Men replaced each other, using her feverish body however they wanted. She lost count at eight. Some of them came on her breasts or face, coating her damp skin. Her holes were always full, straining to bursting point against ramming cocks. While they waited their turn other men were running their hands over her tender breasts, sometimes adding fingers to the shafts in her throbbing slit or her raw ass.
Her flushed skin was dripping with sweat and sex. Male bodies crushed her down mercilessly. Torrential orgasms blurred together into one horrifying, glorious river of fire. They laughed at how easy she came for them, and groaned in pleasure when her treacherous slit would clamp down helplessly over their cocks.
When they were finally done with her, Alice slithered boneless to the floor. Her soaked skin stuck to the tile, which seemed icy cold in contrast to the heated male bodies she’d been wrapped in.
“Fix her up,” one growled. He prodded her with his foot until she whined, completely exhausted. “Hands and knees, slut.”
Any urge to disobey was beaten out of her by now, she just desperately wanted to please them, so they would stop fucking her. Though her whole body ached she braced her palms on the chilly floor and put her ass up for them to do what they wanted.
Slowly something cold and hard was centred on her battered slit.
They forced it slowly inside of her, sealing in the cum of the men who’d used her. It filled her so tight that some seeped out the sides, trickled damp down her thighs. Dimly she realised it was the glass prod they’d taken out of her. The butt-plug was next, pushed slowly back into her abused ass while she groaned. Her little ring snapped closed around it, trapping in inside her. It slid damply against her interior walls.
They left her like that, filled up and lying in a damp pool of their cum, shaking. She heard them laughing amongst themselves as they wandered away.
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“You came for them.”
Alice cowered as shame washed over her. They were in her little cell, where she supposed he must have carried her. She didn’t remember walking; in fact she hardly remembered anything. She shuffled her feet, barely able to stand.
“Yes, Master. I tried not to, but…”
Knight grimaced, stalked in silence around her. She felt his eyes fall on her like the shadow of death, and even now she experienced the same strange thrill that she had when they first met. Her body, though, trembled with experience. She could almost feel the breeze of the whip.
At last he sighed, and she could hear the rage barely supressed in his voice. “I won’t punish you this time. It’s partly my fault for leaving you hot. A slut like you can’t help it.”
“Y…yes Master.” Alice blinked back tears, staring at the floor. The back of her neck burned with shame.
“Do you understand what happened in there?”
She shook her head, not looking up. The fuzz in her brain refused to clear, the only thing that stood out to her was the feeling of their cum cooling on her raw skin. She felt Knight smile, rather than saw it.
“That was vampire politics in action. Ivor Breckt made a move.” He looked down, straightening one perfectly crisp white cuff. Then he sighed, taking in her exhaustion. The muscle in his jaw tightened as he looked at her. “The man is a snake, but he heads a coven bigger than mine. Mine is older, better armed… we’ve been in a stalemate for over thirty years,”
His eyes fell over her body. “But we are always testing each other. Something happened recently that he thinks has given him an advantage.”
He reached out, touched her cheek.
As Alice stared into the black pools of his eyes, she could almost feel herself falling.
“I…me? Master?” she asked.
“He’s wrong, of course.” Knight smiled, just wide enough to bare one bright fang. “In fact he’s hardly ever right about anything, but something had to be done to prevent a war.” When Knight stepped in close to her, the hair rose on the back of her neck.
Before she could breathe she was enfolded in his arms. He crushed her damp body to her chest, not caring that her sweat and dirt was staining his suit. With one hand he reached down and slowly, carefully removed the two prods from her body. Their sudden absence had her shivering as she crushed herself to his chest. It seemed like it was years since she’d been empty. He let them clatter to the floor, not speaking.
Alice turned her face into the broad plane of his chest, breathed deep. His scent was the same as the night she’d met him – clean, bright but with a rich smoky undertone. When she finally breathed out she’d stopped shaking. She felt almost calm. He wasn’t lying, I did help him. Somehow that made it alright, though her former self would have been disgusted. Slave Alice was only glad that all her pleasure and suffering had a purpose, and that her Master was looking after her.
He stroked her hair, kissing her hungrily as he unbuckled leather pieces of her harness, letting them slide off her sweaty body. Each one raked exquisitely over her too-sensitive skin. His fingers scraped light over her scalp as he brushed stray hair behind her ear.
“You have no idea how hard it is to not take you right now,” he whispered, hot at her ear. “I need to fuck you hard, regain my territory.”
A shiver ran through her. She felt her cheeks growing hot. Spreading up from her empty sex was another heat entirely.
“All those men,” he continued, “I just wanted to take their place. I could pretend I didn’t enjoy watching, but I’m afraid it would be a lie.”
Warm fingers played over her skin, massaging taut muscles. His lips brushed electric over her throat. In one smooth motion scooped her up, depositing her on the bed. She sank gratefully into the plush mattress, enjoying the play of silk over her bare skin. The delicate sheets caressed some of the damp off her skin.
Knight’s weight crushed down the edge of her bed as he sat next to her. He was watching her with black intensity. The sharp gaze and the slow, deliberate way his hands moved reminded her of a hunting cat and that was a look she’d grown to recognise – he was barely holding himself back from stabbing those fangs into her throat and draining her dry. A shock of fear ran through her.
But despite everything, an idea swam around in her head that refused to be squashed.
“Master?” Alice whispered, surprising herself.
“Yes?” he asked, his tone warning.
Alice cringed, but it was too late now to back down.
“Maybe you could form a board, an inner circle.”
For a brief second Knight’s eyes went wide, and he stared at her as if she’d grown horns. Then he laughed.
“Slavegirl, I don’t even like my outer circle. Explain yourself.” The threat in his voice was deadly sharp, but there was also a guarded interest. His hands caressed her bare body, smoothed easily over her skin. Alice shivered as she tried to organise her skittish thoughts. Knight wasn’t making it easy.
“Your company is extremely successful, but y
ou have insurrection in the coven. Why not apply the same structure to the coven as the company? You would meet with the board and only them,” she rasped, “and hardly mix with the rest of coven.”
Alice realised she was trembling, but Knight was only waiting for her to finish, his expression unreadable.
She continued. “And you’d hardly need to even talk to the board. Anyone you let into the circle will have a vested interest in making it seem important and exclusive, they would pretend you attended every meeting and were personal friends with them.
And the lower ranks will stop talking to Ivor and start trying to get into the inner circle. Victor will be excluded in the neatest way possible…”
“And the claws come out!” Knight laughed sharply. “Now I remember why I was going to hire you.” Alice flushed warm with pleasure at his praise. He bent over her, so close that she could feel the heat rising from his body. His finger traced a pattern around her raised nipples, heedless of her squirming.
“Still. If you keep wriggling like that I’ll have to fuck you, and I won’t care if you bleed.” his voice was dark and raw.
Alice forced herself to freeze as his fingers trailed down over her belly…
Knight stood suddenly. She saw the tension in his shoulders as he stalked to the door. “Your proposal will be taken under consideration. Good girl,” he rasped, and then he slammed her cell door closed.
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Thank you for reading Shared, the third book in the Billionaire’s Blood Slave series. Other books in this series can be found by searching for Billionaire’s Blood Slave, and more of Alice’s story will be released regularly. Stay tuned!
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