Aston Marlowe - Rajah

Her buttocks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly, still keeping up a constant easy tension until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed, bit by bit. His triumphantly grinning face was crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds of her vagina and as he watched, eyes gleaming, as the soft, hairlined lips slowly parted before the imperceptible outward pull of his hands. He saw the slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs, and with the easing of shock and the fatigue of resistance the cheeks of her buttocks spread wider and wider apart.

The dwarf servant moved his face forward, careful not to shake the sudden trust building in the defenseless woman kneeling before him. His face was a scant inch from the soft blonde pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her vagina, and the animal female odor was one of the sweetest perfume that drifted enticingly out of her cavern, better than even it had been the previous night. He swallowed deeply as her secret passage flowered open to his gaze and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was coral and smooth and wet…

He blew softly into her…

Sharon jerked forward from the unexpected warm, feather-like touch of air on her cunt, and Mark Marlowe thrust upward again, impaling her mouth deeper on his fleshy shaft until she felt as if it would choke her to death. Her concentration on his penis was short-lived as she felt the dwarf push his wet lips teasingly against the wetness of her open vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't move away, and then with one quick rush of his snake-like tongue, he thrust forward between her warm, fleshy vaginal folds.

Sharon gasped, and again jerked forward with the hot, teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight. Her buttocks contracted and then opened around Wafto's long, smooth tongue, and her breath exploded around Lord Marlowe's penis in small, quick gasps. Wafto pushed his thick lips closer and began to work the whole of her open loins, sucking and licking at it crazily while she swayed and mewled around the cock fucking into her mouth.

She sucked Mark's cock hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as Wafto behind her worked slavishly, making wet sucking sounds as he teased her soft, fleece-lined slit. Her pussy flowered and her moistness increased with each further second that the lewd and depraved dwarf sucked and tongued, and lubrication ran in slight warm trickles down the sides of her loins.

Mark Marlowe, lascivious leader of the debauch, groaned and spewed obscenities above her flying head and rammed his cock into her mouth time and time again. Suddenly he couldn't hold his torrential release back another instant, and his penis began jerking motions and spurted a vengeful hot jet of cum into her hollowing mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his shooting instrument and swirled her tongue about the spasming head. She wanted to suck the tormenting man above her dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation she had found herself in. His groans were one of pleasure, however, and with the continual ministrations of the hunch-back dwarf's lashing kisses on her vaginal area, she involuntarily was incited to still greater efforts. She thought Mark's release would never end, filling her cheeks to overflowing and making her swallow with thirsty rapidity. Then the hands which clamped the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last squirt of seminal fluid and stopped. The tongue and mouth of the gnarled servant never let up, not for one instant, in spite of the force and reaction of his master's cum, for the dwarf knew that his drawing and plunging actions were going to bear bitter fruit in just a few seconds. That his turn was next. "Lick me clean," Lord Marlowe commanded.

Sharon Court, still powered by the potion in the Sherry, still determined to follow through and be done with her horrible plight, and becoming more excited by the double defiliations of her body — though the latter was subconscious and one which she would later deny — followed his decree. She began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded and began to lick around it with the twirling tip of her tongue, sipping the thin sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She could feel it perk slightly under her massaging tongue, and continued her degrading task, praying that she would finish before it sprang to erect life again. A moment later, it extended clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched Lord Marlowe's penis, barely inches from her mouth, as it slowly deflated and sank to softness.

"Ahh, that was something," Mark breathed above her, looking at a trickle of warm white semen that still ran down her chin. "Absolutely wonderful."

"Now, now me, Master!" wheezed the dwarf, suddenly looking up, over the rim of her wavering buttocks. "Now me!"

"Of course, my little man. She's all yours!"

"Nooo!" Sharon cried out, thoughts of her husband suddenly filling her mind, "Please no more!"

Mark Marlowe looked at her amusedly. He knew that the potion was still having its effects on her physical body, that in spite of her fervent wish of sanctity, her body wouldn't allow her any peace or solace until it was satisfied, until it was satiated from the artificially induced desire for sex. And Sharon, looking up with pleading eyes saw that cruel twinkle and she knew that her pleas would be ignored, that there was no hope for her, even at this point of no redemption. She was sick, she thought to herself, for her whole being still seemed to demand more perversions to be visited upon it, and she still quivered with the tingling sensation of unsatisfied lust. What was the matter with her? Was she really the whore that actually enjoyed the depraved and lewd acts that these evil men mercilessly subjected her to?

"Hold her hands for me, please, Master," Wafto requested. "She might get a little violent. Her little asshole looks as though it has never tasted the sweetness of a cock before."

Lord Marlowe put his massive hands on her shoulders, forcing her head down to the rug, and imprisoned her head between her legs. "You'll learn to enjoy this, my little innocent," he told her. "Wafto here is a master at virginal openings."

Sharon couldn't believe what he was saying. She hoped that the kissing of her vagina, which had been so pleasant and sensual had been all that was in the minds of the dwarf and his master when first the runt had approached her from behind. Now she could see that her worst fears were to be realized. She had prepared to give whatever was wanted of her, but this wasn't human! It wasn't right! They couldn't mean what they said… they were trying to frighten her, to make her crawl and beg! The decrepit little hunch-back wouldn't dare make love to her there!

She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together in a reaction to the horrible thought. But again Wafto slipped down and kissed her between the soft, upturned crevice, licked and sucked the twin hills of her pubic slit, and as if of a mind of its own, as if already trained by what he had so deliciously done before, her thighs automatically widened to his searching lips, and again the juices of her excitement flowed unhampered.

Wafto could sense from the building tempo of her body that she was as ready as she would ever be, that all of his previous labors were going to be repaid in full and token coin. He wanted her now, to explode inside her rectum with a rhythm that matched her own cries of fulfillment. The spoiled little bitch — she'd never just want plain sex again, not after he was finished with her. All the years he had spent in bitter humiliation and subjugation began to bubble over in a boiling cauldron of hate and lust. His long, immense cock ached with the anticipation he was building, while he worked at her loins with his hot, punishing tongue. With some difficulty he slithered to his feet and worked his hips into the now wet and glistening openings of her buttocks.