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Curse of the Cosmic Rose [ XNarrated x Voxla.Vixen]

XNarrated

XNarrated

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Banished
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Feb 11, 2018
Location
In the gutter
The capitol city of Thornhillis is a beautiful place nestled nicely in the green mountains, of one of the most prominent kingdoms in all of Macepona. Thornhill is home to an impenetrable fortress, the beautiful Black Thorne Keep , and a robust garden of exotic species of flowers all, with black or deep colored petals! The Cosmic Rose, especially is known for both its beauty, and poisonous thorns, has petals of deep rich twilight color and stardust stamen, that shimmered in the light, with sparkling pistil at her core. It was like gazing into the infinite night sky, right in the palm of you hard, if you ever had the thrill of holding one. But the deadly trade off made them more of a burden to care for than to possess for its beauty.

“The Cosmic Rose is known to only bloom during times of turmoil, an envoy of the ominous Blood Moon, rumors say...” two young sever the girls gossip with one another, walking over cobblestone pavilion carrying on about prophecy and hearsay. He awaits a carriage that should be delivering a young collection of virgins for the Masters Coven.

”I heard from an Ancestor, s that a cosmic rose feeda off the life source of the universe, blood! And when they begin to bloom, there are some Diviner’s that predict gruesome times lie in wait!”

Greysen Pisilblaque scoffed at the two girls confident that they were just talking nonsense. The courtyard was oval and a great stone statue was at the center of it, with a pathway leading to the gate house. Greysen waiting patiently, took in the fall breeze, Thornhill was said to be a beacon for all the clans, a shining jewel of a city showing the right way to run society. There was a mixture of Vampiric ethnicities, from pure breads, day walkers, Half breeds, and even old-world blood lineages that carry rare or now endangered bloodlines. And then there was Greysen, an outsider who’s village was sacked during an invasion of an eclipse, where his people had little to no power; but he knows nothing of that, and it was never his owners intention to inform the man, now 27, of what really happened to him when he was merely old enough to walk! He had been indoctrinated to his master’s will and served as a trusted family guard to the King! He worked his way from domestic slave to bas second in command, leader of a fearsome platoon, and the head guardsmen of the King’s Coven. Not every girl was an exclusive bride to the King, some of his majesty’s brides were “betrothed” to a life or worship, serving the Elders and Dark Priest, the others were “betrothed” to the Nation, and charged with serving the warrior-class citizens of Macepona, who risk their lives, forsaking their families, and hold no lands or other titles, these woman would be the ones to give birth to future soldiers. But the girls that arrived now for him to escort to the Master would be only for him, and any esteemed guess, this it was Greysen’s job to protect them.

the fall was crips, and he took a deep breath to cherish the seasons bringing of refreshing cool evenings, sun was still up, but setting casting a gorgeous pastel can aim the sky. The ground up herbIn his wooden chillum burned red hot as the smoke filled his lungs, Greysen was attempting to quell the splitting headache pounding inside his cranium, he couldn’t describe it any better than a sledgehammer to the brain. A giant pulsing vein down the center of his forehead started to fade, as the symptoms subsided, finally. He stuck the device back inside his leather satchel, his light chainmail armor chimmed with the movement of his shifting weight! Leather gloves, with brown stitch and black hide, a metal helmet, and the long burgundy sleeveless garment with a gold belt around his waist, the coat of arms for his masters house threads on the back. His boots were black with three straps about he ankles and pointy studs on the toe part!

A horse and carriage pulled into the castle, as the gates were drew apart! Short hideous gargoyle no taller than the wheels of he carriage dismounted from the drivers seat and handed the reigns to his partner. He waddled his way to the back of the wagon and waved Greysen to follow him. “This time we found 15! not all for the King but I’m sure there is one in particular he’ll definitely be especially interested in...I’ll be expecting a bonus for her, I hope you have your change purse ready..” he swung open the door leti Greysen have a look, which seemed pointless because all the girls were covered and blindfolded, you could barely see them at all!

“You know how it goes Guss, first the Master will sample the goods, then decide if he wants to buy, so you can head to the visitors quarters, Sir Tellun will escort you, and I will take these young maidens to the Master.”
 
Dahlia had been from a small farming town, her family in particular grew very rare flowers of various varieties, using very careful measurements to grow the specimens. The attack had come unexpectedly, and the small village was taken in less than a few hours, the girls rounded up, some, including Dahlia had attempted to run, only to be caught by the gargoyles hunting them. They had planned to kill the ones who tried to run, but when the one who caught her saw her unique eyes, one being blue, the other a vibrant purple, and the hand full of her hair he had was an interesting shade of red, like a red wine. He hauled her up, bound her hands behind her back, gagged her, and blindfolded her to make it so she had no choice but to obey and be lead to the carriage with the other females they had caught.

Once in the carriage, the girls huddled together, most of them still whimpering and shaking as the carriage lurched forward and they were soon being taken to the vampire master of the region.

The ride felt like it took forever and after a while, the girls were only whimpering on occasion, and the only time they would cry out was when they were lurched in one way or another by a bump in the road.

Arriving at the location, the carriage came to a stop, and although she was unable to see, she could smell... flowers? She knew the smell of those ones, but she did not grow them herself. Unlike most the girls, Dahlia smelt of flowers since she had been in the field picking them for the market. The girls quieted as the carriage stopped and the gargoyle who had caught Dahlia specifically informed someone of a girl that the Master might be interested in.

At this point, the girls were all brought out,, and the gargoyle made sure to take a hold of Dahlia and shoved her at the guard, explaining that she was the interesting one, then continued his job.

Dahlia was trembling a little as her soft body was thrown into a much harder form and she gave a gagged whimper, but didn't move, being blindfolded, she didn't want to fall or bump into someone else, instead, she stood with her head slightly down, her breathing slightly fast, probably from fear. Her hair color being the only thing about her that seemed interesting, since she was one of three redheads in the group, but the other two were more like gingers, not her dark red hair. The pale girl waited for him to move her in the direction she was meant to go in order to be lead to the Master of the keep.
 
When the frail girl was shoved into his chest Greysen clenched her by the arms pressing the weathered leather gloves against her flesh; she was soft a lacked muscle definition it was like holding a roll of dough for kneading, and after he let her go, there was a red impression from his firm grip left in her skin.

“An easy bruiser, Master likes them a lot, says its more fun to play with them because its like painting a blank canvas.” He continued to examine her, peeking through the narrow horizontal slit in his metal helmet, Sir Greysen was even intrigued by the dark red-wine tresses flowing from her scalp. He took a lock of hair into his hand and ran it through his fingers “You might be in for that bonus after all Guss, she certainly seems to have the right qualities that Master likes, I mean look at these fat, iron rich veins, pumping warm delicious blood through her tiny pale body!” He took a deep in a great deep breath filling his lungs with crisp mountain air, as the fall breeze came whistling through, every girl shuddered in her chains, as Guss the Gargoyle walked pass and shackled then all together by a chain through a loop in the braces, so that their feet all must step in unison in order to move...

“There, now its impossible for one of these bitches to escape” he tugged on the chain, one girl slipped and fell, the others lost thier balance. Greysen was captivated by the scent of this one with the wine-red hair, she had a familiar smell to her, like the flowers in Galaxy Garden, but it wasn’t just the aroma of flowers that had caught his attention it was the feint fragrance of something else that caused the onset of another migraine. Sir Greysen took deep breaths to gain his composure, as the symptoms of his strange headaches began to flair once again, but this one was powerful, and with each breath he took the pheromones emanating from her pores, and the other females as well created turmoil inside his hormones. The pain was so strong he had to lean on her to catch balance, Greysen braced himself on her shoulder, making her whence from the weight he shifted onto her. “Master is waiting, make yourself to Gobbey Towel, Sir Tullen don’t stray, stay the course, and dont let him out of your sight, this one tends to wonder...” Greysen cut eyes at Guss the Gargoyle and then took the lead girl by the chain leash, and guided them single-file through the courtyard, lass the stables, around the armory, and into the Rainbow Garden with trees and flowers every color in the sky, reds, blue, pink, green, orange, yellow, vibrant vibrant colors in the leaves, in the petals, even in the ponds, koi fish swimming in the waters were also a rare colorful breed.

“This place really is its most beautiful in the Fall, if any of you bitches are lucky, The Master will select you to be a part of his Coven, and you’ll get to lay eyes on all the mesmerizing gardens of Black Thorne Keep.Any not so lucky well, you’ll be lucky to last the night—once the soldiers have at you!”

“Watch your step, up up, dont trip, Master will be dissappointed if you are seriously bruised before he personally has the pleasure of doing so himself...”

The stairway was long, and spiral. All the girls moved slowly, Greysen stood to the side as they passed, arm resting on the hilt of his long sword. He smirked and chuckled as they climbed the spiral stairwell, reaching to the top where two Gaurds
stood. “The Black Axe Swings True” was the code, and the large doormen soldiers made a path for Sir Greysen and the tag-a-long of virgin maidens in tow.

“Master, look what the Gargoyle has brought, an impressive offering, from their scent alone, I can tell these girls will be much more to your liking—“

“I say it as often as I am presented the opportunity, but you, Sir Greysen, have the ymost impressive sense of smell in all the land, never in my years have I met a man with a better nose for twat that Sir Greslysen the Mut!”

There was a great big uproar from those in attendance for this months Offering Table; Lords from Master Avamon’s territories, all gather once a Quarter to drink, be merry, and fuck freshly bled maidens, as they discuss politics, warfare, and other affairs of the realm. Being a Ward for Master Regent Avamon, had its perks, especially in comparison to other Master Regents, Macepona had 5, the land mass was the largest, other Regions have no more than 2 easily broken up between East and West. But in Macepona their was East, West, North, South, and Central territory, Master Regent Avamon governed the Northern Region, the most beautiful, and arguably the largest territory with the best army, but the furthest away from Central, which held the most prestige. The Offering Table was for all the Wards to bring Master Regent’s gifts, and coin for the taxes paid, among other things and in return they get to feast with the Master Regent and fuck his select whores.

Greysen lined them up by height, the special girl was somewhere in the middle, her blindfold was green, the others were white, that was the signal something special was about her. The girls were well covered up, and still shackled together, But with a snap of his hand Greysen un sheathed his sword and sliced away the baggy garments which hide their figured, causing the thick, uncomfortable, itchy fabric to fall at the ankles revealing their naked bodies for the crowd.
 
Feeling the grip of the man she had been thrown into, Dahlia tensed and trembled slightly, feeling him looking her over, and commented on her skin, and veins. This did not sound like a good thing to Dahlia, and she seemed to feel even worse than before, but she followed to where the line of women were chained together, having no choice but to go with the one leading her.

The men spoke harshly about them as they were walked by, some making off hand comments about ones they liked, hoping that they didn’t make the cut so that they might have chance at having the one they had eyes for, lewd jokes about impregnating them coming to Dahlia’s ears.

Passing thru the garden, it seemed none of the other girls noticed their location had changed, even if just briefly. They were near flowers, and many of them. Dahlia muttered softly under her breath, the names of ones she could distinctly pick out from the rest, not certain of all of them, and her sense of smell was nothing compared to the man she had been handed to earlier, but she could tell this was probably a very beautiful place just from how well the garden was tended, maybe this place won’t be so bad as long as she could go see the garden from time to time, if the Master picked her.

The stairs were where the girls had the most trouble, and many of them tripped or took a wrong step, which caused the line to pause while the girl would get up. But before too long, they were brought into a room with much chatter from the guests, but it seemed to die down a little as the girls were brought in before the Master.

The exchange between the man who had been there when they arrived, and who she assumed to be the Master of the keep was unusual, had he just insulted the man or complimented him? She wasn’t entirely sure.

Standing in a line, the girls figited, the chains jingling with any movement, and Dahlia had no idea that she had been the only one with a green blindfold, or what that meant. When the man drew his sword and cut away at the garments one at a time, Dahlia flinched a little when the cool air touched her fragile looking body, a few bruises already visible on her knees and shins from when she had run from the gargoyle, but was caught in the end. To no one’s surprise, all the girls tried to cover themselves, hands covering breasts, or their cunts. Dahlia was no different in this sense, except that she shifted her legs in such a way that her sex would not be visible, and her hands came up to try and hide her breasts. With fall being here, it was rather cold to the young woman, especially with no clothing on now.

The lord had begun going one by one thru the girls, many of them having rather nice bodies, some with large breasts, or average ones, while others had nice wide child bearing hips and round asses. Dahlia was in between, she did not have huge breasts, for her size they were average, maybe a C-cup at best certainly a nice soft handful, and her hips had a nice figure, followed by her tone ass and very long legs.
 
There were 15 girls in all, different shapes, sizes, colors, and ages, some Lords liked their ladies young than others, and Guss always did a good job rounding up a bunch that aimed to please; Master Regent Avamon had a vast territory, ruling over the Northern provinces of Macepona, Avamon had 5 Lords under his command, and each of them were invited to inspect the girls of his choosing, after that is, Master Avamon had conducted an inspection of his own...

“Great Ruler, the gargoyle imp assures me these girls have all been thoroughly cleansed, and none of them contain any toxins or diseases in their bodies, from my judgment, almost half of them have already bled, and a few other are close, those three in the front, most likely the youngest of the lot, as they are also he shortest, have yet to maturate, Lords Aygos, and Stellonos will surly fight over them. This one here with the blindfold of evergreen is supposed to be special, according to the Guss, however aside from the color of her hair, she looks no different to my eye than.....” Greysen was interrupted, before he could finish.

”Please, Sir Greysen, shut it, will you?” Avamon patted him along the cheek
”You my most trusted knight, and your council is appreciated in matters of war, not wench, Your profusive babbling is distracting me, go do something more useful with your mout— like shove it full of mutton, or drain a god damn goblet of ale, I don’t care, but please let me enjoy inspecting the wares, with you tongue lashing at my ear!” He cut Greysen a curt glance

It was to be expected, when new maidens are delivered for the Coven, Master Avamon becomes much more short tempered, and his mind is focused solely on one thing, fresh, young meat! However he wouldn’t complain, it had been a long day, so stuffing his mouth with roasted mutton and drinking ale sounded like a good idea to him...

”Deepest apologies Master Regent, I shall excuse myself, thank you for being so gracious..” He pilled a lot of food on a plate and took a seat, an Older woman, maybe a few years Younger than he but certainly older than these new girls fetched him a flagon of ale!

He watched closely as Master Avamon started his prodding and poking, he had very specific taste, and would literally measure them, and inspect them inside and...out. One of the Diviners slunk in next to Master Avamon presenting a platter of utensils made at his disposal. Starting in the front, the three youngest girls were unbound from their chains and had their blindfolds removed.

Avamon asked their names, and region—It was a sort of unwritten rule, to take from anywhere inside the other territories belonging to another Master Regent, that would be seen as distasteful and by some an act of aggression.

Three shy little girls stood before him, absolutely frightened, petrified and unable to utter a word, until the eldest spoke up, with a stutter...

“Please Master Regent, be kind to us, we are followers of the one true King and his Lord, Dracovious the Dark, Father of the pure race—I am Ellise Stagmite from Bellsov Isle, the glacial coast west of Thronhillis, and these are my young sisters Riory and Hellis Stagmite” she bowed and pressed down both her sisters heads, even kissed Avamon’s boots!

”Very impressive, what manners and proper etiquette, Lord Snell I believe the Glacial Coast is your region, I shall leave These three in your care,“ as Avamon made his way down the line, there were 2 more girls before the one with evergreen sash across her face. As he drew closer to her his excitement intensified.

“You, raise your arms, and spread your legs,“ he grabbed the measuring rope off the tray, instructing the plumped-assed girl next inline. The rope was notched at a specific point, when he went to wrap the rope around a girls body any part that was too loose or to tight was seen as a demerit, meaning they did not meet his standard or beauty, but so far this brunette haired bombshell was absolutely what he was looking for! The rope was almost too tight around the hips, and too loose around the bosom, but fit perfectly around her thighs. He wrapped the rope around her throat next, not to measure, but to strangle.

”Do you like that,“ he queried, securing the rope with one hand, using the other to reach for something else off the tray; grabbing a cane, and swatted her inner thighs, ”Spread them wider!” she winced and struggled to keep her legs spread, she was tired and her muscles fatigued. As he squeezed, her hands clinched at the rope around her neck, fight for breath!

“Ah ah ah, was your mother a stupid fucking mute, and your father a dumb fucking ogre?!” he struck her on the hand, right along the bone breaking skin, “I didn’t tell you to touch, I told you to spread....them wider,” once again he smacked her on the thigh, and she whimpered in fear, overwhelmed she could not contain herself any longer; next thing you know the poor girl urinated on herself and the floor, just a little, sobbing incessantly. Some Of the Lords gasped, others giggled, Avamon was fuming!

”You vile, filthy, fucking vermin! How dare you soil thine boot with your gutter piss, shes no better than a fucking farm animal! I have real fucking dogs that are better house trained than you!“ He swung the cane across her face, cracking her jaw, and busting her lip; causing her to fall. Master Avamon spat on the girl, and kicked her with his boot as she laid their bleeding and sobbing

“You have no manners, and no dignity, you are worst than a farm animal, you savage beast of a whore!” two male attendants rushed to drag her away, shoving cloth in her mouth to keep her from whaling on and on in pain

“Leave her, I did not say to remove the beast, I’ll find use for her yet...” he stepped over her and looked to address the next girl in line, one of the other red heads. She immediately dropped to her knees, before Master Avamon,
and started to lick the puss clean off his boot!

“Master allow me to serve you, and remove this wretched whores stain from your boot! I am but a simple girl from the Valley, my name is whatever pleases you, Master Regent, I am your property do with me as you wish!” He didm even take her measurements, or inspect her vaginia with the speculum, all he needed to know was what she had already showed him; an eagerness to please, and willingness to do whatever he desired and then some. as well as her apparent obedience seemed to valuable. With one snap of his fingers, she was taken to the side by two of Sir Greysen’s knights, reserving her for his personal use later.

Then came the girl with the evergreen cloth binding her eyes shut...He didn’t even need to measure her body, he could tell just by gaze alone she was absolutely perfect, but he wanted to sample her flesh for himself; Avamon caressed her breast with both hands, going in circles. Pausing for a moment, to pinch her nipples, twisting them like a screw! Dusty rose nipples, like gumdrops, felt soft as silk in his grip. “Such perfection, I can’t recall seeing something ever so perfect in all my years, symmetrical and without blemish, even your areola are impeccable! He handled her hip next gazing along her skin with his nails, pinched her skin, and barely got hold of anything, she was the perfect weight, perfect legs, he grabbed her by he thigh, stooping down with her crotch at his eye level. Her cunthairs we’re coarse and ginger, like her head, but lighter, Master Avamon grabbed a handful, and pulled at them! “And what is your name, you little fox,” Avamon ran a finger across her lips!
 
Things did not seem too bad, from the sound of it, the lord was not too unreasonable, just short tempered, and part of her was hopeful that things would go well enough when he got to her. She could do little more than listen to him critique all the girls one by one, the youngest being given away already, and the one after causing Dahlia to become concerned. The girl needed to calm herself, but it was too late, the others were already beginning to tremble in their chains, and whimper softly at the impending judgement.

Thankfully the one following the girl who had pissed herself had fixed the mistake and was groveling on the floor from the sound of it. And then was lead away from the line to stand elsewhere. Next was Dahlia, and she felt her body tremble slightly. She didn’t speak up and begin obediently pleading with him, she was not about to let herself be seen as just some common two bit whore. She could feel his eyes on her, then before too long, her arms were moved and her breasts were being fondled and massaged. She flinched away at first, her warm body a huge contrast to his own colder hands. But eventually she got use to it and relaxed, only giving a small whimper of discomfort as he twist her tender nipples, causing them to harden into little nubs. However, he didn’t stop there and instead, went down to kneel and get a look at her womanhood. Feeling his hand grip them, she gave a whimper of pain and couldn’t stop herself from shaking. But she managed to stay standing on her shaky legs.

“N-Not a fox My Lord… A flower like the ones in your garden… My name is Dahlia. Dahlia Winters.” She replied softly, her voice just as soft as everything else about her, and if he listened close enough, it was likely the girl could sing from the sound of her sweet voice. “I am from a small farming town within your lands to the south east, I grew rare flowers there.” She said quickly. “Master, will you remove my blindfold please? The gargoyle chose me for a reason that you have yet to see.” She pleaded politely, offering something that might be more interesting to him than her lower lips. The girl was gentle and so softly spoken, but she was crafty in a subtle way, providing him with something more than just an obedient bitch on a leash, something of intrigue.
 
No doubt about it, there was certainly something different about this girl, Dhalia, the flower girl; more than just her remarkable beauty, or the softness of her essence, or her figures perfect proportions, there was something about her energy. To these Lords, and the Master Regent himself, all these girls were merely despicable, plebeian, harlots hardly worth the burlap fabrics they came draped in; and each of them looked as if they knew it. The way they cowered like beat dogs with their heads hung low, trembling in their chains, scared and dejected, but not Dhalia Winter, something was different about her. She had a unique aura, and sometimes when he concentrated intently enough Greysen felt as if he could almost taste it. That wasn’t anything new, unlike his migraines, he had always been able to employ his senses to an extremely heightened degree; and there was no doubt about it, she was indeed different and very special. Even when she was confronted by Master Avamon, she spoke rather candidly and confidently, yet maintaining a meekness that made her appealing in a way a predator would be drawn to its prey!

“No Dhalia Winter, I will not remove your blindfold,” his hand was swift and decisive, striking a well targeted blow to the young ladies cheek turning the supple skin a bright red “—Dont you ever in your life request anything of me, ever again! Let that be a lesson to, even the ugliest, most filthy pig can have beautiful and redeeming qualities, depending on what you see in it.” In one moment he was an stern authoritarian delivering swift discipline, then in the very next moment he was the tender, affectionate Dominant, gently caressing her on the same place he had just struck.

“Even the ugliest, most disgusting, slob of a pig can still be beautiful, depending what you see in it...when you tear it all apart, and see whats really inside.” Avamon inhaled deeply, savoring her aroma, running his hand down her flesh, over her throat, he was helping himself to her breast, again, Avamon took a handful of her tit and squeezed it tight. Greysen clenched his fist in fury, as the Regent disciplined her, which created some resentment in his heart towards his Master, even if it was subliminal, his migraine even began to flare up again, he drained the whole flagon to make it go away, unsure if it helped or not.

“However, I do find it intriguing that you compare yourself to the flowers in my garden, one you have not seen before,” He grazed over her blindfold “How could you have, behind this veil, covering you eyes. but if you had, you would know that all my gardens are full of black, deep, dark petaled flowers—While your...petals appear to be anything but, My little flower...” Avamon took his cane and ran the girth along her lips...parting her outer labia slightly, pressing the tip against her clit as his other hand still fondled the rest of her “So tell me, how is it that you are like my garden...?”
 
The people present seemed just as in awe of the girl as the Master was, and it was obvious all of them hoped he would not want her, so that they might have a chance at having a taste of her. But things began to take a turn for the worse, and Dahlia felt her cheek struck by the male inspecting her, causing the girl to yelp in pain, her body tensing and recoiling from his touch. Hearing his words she nodded her head and feeling his hand tenderly caressing her cheek made her flinch away for a second for once a dog was struck it would always fear its master’s hand afterwards, and he had just put that fear into the girl before him, her body shaking slightly and she lowered her head a little, shaking her head, “I’m sorry, I just hoped you might want to see the rest of me.” She said softly, her face already beginning to show a light bruise on the pale skin.

The way he inhaled, she knew he would be able to smell flowers on her, the familiar smell of one of the flowers that even grew in his garden, the question as, would he know which one matched her so well?

The harsh grip on her breast had Dahlia cringing in pain and attempting to endure it, while fidgeting to try and get him to stop being so rough with her.

“It’s true, I have not gotten to lay my purple and blue eyes on your garden, but the man who lead us here spoke highly of its beauty and how lucky we would be to be selected as part of your coven so we might see it. But I also could smell a few of the different flowers as we passed by.” She explained, and shook her head, “Other than the color of my hair, I am not dark like your flowers, but from the ones I could smell, you have a very rare assortment. In that sense, your flowers and I are similar my unusual appearance makes me very rare for a human woman.”

What she did not know, was how rare she would be once changed, and the strange vampire variant she would become.

Feeling the cane some up and run against her lips, she shifted a little, feeling very uncomfortable by being touched there, let alone being touched anywhere else by him.

The other guests were watching the girl hungrily, and almost with jealous eyes at the Master as he got to play with the poor little peasant flower girl.
 
As she explained herself, he examined the way she responded to his touch, and it displeased him, but she was no different than a cowering mutt! She was so adamant about showing him her eyes, Master Avamon began to wonder, was there something more to her gaze, than meets the eye, maybe some sort of spell? Avamon was always paranoid that someone would be after him, seeking to take his throne! The chances were very unlikely, but still there was definitely an irresistible quality about her, sexual magnetism, one might say, but the audacity of a lowly peasant girl, even if she were a Florist from the same part of the region that grows his beloved flowers; for this girl to label herself special, and unique triggered something inside him. Not quite on the same level as hate but something sinister, he suddenly harbored a desire to make her suffer, for Dhalia to be broken down, and forced to accept a much crueler reality, she was just another baseborn sharecropper, one in a million.

“And what makes you so sure that you are so special, girl; Ive certainly never heard of such a phenomenon ever before, if anything dare I say, you sound deformed to me...” Avamon exerted more force, mashing his cane even harder into blissful place, causing quite the opposite sensation as he swatted Dhalia in the folds of her sex, 3 resounding smacks against her most sensitive area! the poor girls perfectly porcelain pussy was now stinging-red hue!

“The quality that I most desire is perfection, and I vehemently detest abnormalities—Which means I absolutely abhor that freakishly disgusting mutation of yours, And now that I have confirmation that you not only possess such a deficiency, but considered yourself unique because of it, I am going to make sure that no one shall ever see those horrid eyeballs ever again!” He touched her face with his left hand, gently rubbing his thumb against the evergreen cloth, feeling the contour of her eye socket. As he was explaining to Dhalia hoe much he detested her eyes, his thumb began to slowly but firmly press down, applying pressure to her eyeball; not enough to gouged it out but just so that she felt incredibly uncomfortable and painful.

Avamon slide the length of his wooden cane against her tightly clasped labia stroking her young innocent womanhood “Now, spread your legs open and lets see just how tight you are...” Master Avamon would initiate his inspection by driving his cane gradually into her sweet snatch, the girl was tight like a pair of breaches 3 sizes too small! He could barely fit the tip past her threshold, it was a shock, he’d never struggled to fit his cane into a cunt hole as difficult as it were right now, but he kept pushing the rod as much as he could. The cane had little notch marks allong the length to measure how deep he could go, the first line was marked at 1 inch; the virgin was so tight he couldn’t even make it push it deep enough to reach the first marker!
 
Not realizing his hate for someone like her, she remained as silent as she could now, feeling that her chanced of surviving here were now nothing. She of course had a wild card up her sleeve, but the only one who could possibly attest to it, would be the one he referred to as a mutt. So when asked about her being special, she cringed in pain from the way he touched her, "I beg of you Master. Don't do that. Being so close, can you not tell... the scent coming off of my skin... it should be a familiar one from your garden," She said. She of course was referring to the Cosmic Rose, but could the master tell that? The only reason that Dahlia knew of the superstition was because she knew about the flower and what its blooming meant. She knew it was a long shot, but she had to try something, feeling his fingers press against her eyes she finally began to struggle a little, and was beginning to lose her composure, feeling the cane go into her. Cringing from the feeling of it she brought her hands down to stop the thing from going much further, shaking her head. "P-Please... Not with that..." She pleaded although she obeyed the order to spread her legs, but she tried to keep the cane from delving any further.

However, some of the others began to chatter and whisper about the girl, wondering what she was talking about, some looking to the mutt who had brought attention to her scent before, wondering what he might know, while others seemed either entertained by what was happening, or appalled that he would harm such a pretty little slave. But none of them dared speak out against the man, mostly hoping he would throw her to them for their enjoyment, almost desperate to get their hands on her.
 
As she resisted his advances Master Avamon went into a state of disbelief, no peasant girl had ever had the gall to ever defy him or attempt to impede his desirous pursuits. What nerve of this insolent cunt!

Behind him the 5 Lords in attendance murmured, talking underneath their breath about the girls her bold and outlandish claims, and it agitated him deeply. Even the servants and knights had something to say, everyone was talking, questioning, speculating the mysteries surrounding her allegations. What could she have been alluding to, what if any connection did she have to the myth. The Curse of the Cosmic Rose was a very popular fable, especially amongst the lowborn, and mystics. However, most well educated, wealthy, and powerful monarchs such as Master Avamon paid it little to no mind.

He squinted, drawing the lids of his eyes to narrow slits. What was she getting at, why would she mention that, now of all times, what was she trying to pull...

“The Cursed Rose, and the Blood Moon, is a fable old as time...” even though she squirmed and resisted she could not bar him from doing what he pleased, despite her best efforts to block him, or possibly even distract him it was futile, Master Avamon had made up his mind!

“...Surely you mustn’t actually believe that nonsense...” Avamon growled, baring his fangs, and screamed at the entirety room to be silent!

“S I L E N C E , Fools !!!” The room seemed to shake at his command! Now he was angry; he felt almost betrayed, that his son called loyal subjects would allow themselves to be so easily swayed by a few treacherous whispers! All the chatter stopped immediately! “You really are a stupid fucking twat, and you lack common fucking sense—” Avamon struck the girl on each hand, breaking skin, drawing blood! “Are so simple, that you cannot tell the difference between a rhetorical question and a literal question, hmmmm...Girl?” He forced the cane into her mouth, she gagged, her legs quaked, and her reflex almost caused his captive to vomit, evident by her body convulsing from his probing the poor defenseless girl, down inside the throat with said cane! “I could care less about what you think, make you special! And quite frankly you talk too god damn much, you impudent, conniving, whore!”

Him shoving the cane down her esophagus forced the girl to cave, she crumpled to her knees, as she struggled and gasped for air! “You have much to learn—most importantly YOUR PLACE! You belong on your knees!” Avamon finally granted her reprieve allowing breath to once again pass through her airways! “You are not special, and I don’t give two shits about where you are from and what flowers bloom there, with the exception that is...Of one flower, in particular...” She couldn’t see, or hardly move, on the account that she still was subject to the blindfold around her eyes, and the chains still shackled to her arms and legs, next thing she knew, Avamon had her hair gripped around his fist. He squatted down to her level, yanking her head towards him; Avamon snarled into her ear “The next time you open that filthy lying mouth of yours for any reason, At All, without permission, You will be punished—From here on out your mouth, your body, and your very life belongs to me, and I dont ever want to hear you utter such lies again—“ he yanked her head back, forcing Dahlia to lean backwards almost to the point where she might lay flat onto the marble floor.

Whack whack whack whack! He landed a blow to her thighs, then another then he aimed for her stomach and his last blow smacked the girl yet again right on her most sensitive area. When she instinctively closed her legs from the flinching pain Avamon would strike her again “OPEN!” His hand went up, and the came swinging down yet again, delivering a vicious blow to her clit! “When you you are expected to speak, and allowed to respond I will strike you, otherwise you will keep you mouth shut, you will nod and say Yes Master, Thank You master, and that is it....If you speak under any other condition, you will be punished, Do you understand?” He struck her once with his open palm, instead of the cane, right across her breast, meaning she was allowed to speak.
 
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Until now Dahlia had not so much as shed tears to his torments, but before long her tears seemed to be wetting the blindfold over her eyes, but instead of just becoming a darker shade of green, it turned black, and with what looked to be diamond like flecks. She whimpered when he finally struck her hard enough to break her skin, and caused her blood to be spilt, the smell of the cosmic rose filling the rose from that small cut on her, increasing the scent as though they were standing in the garden.

Her hands, although bleeding still tried to protect her womanhood, and she shook her head, “You don’t trust your own senses, or those of your people, it may be your undoing Master.” She muttered softly, before she was silenced, by having him shove the cane into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag and whimper. Dahlia’s hands came up to try and get the thing out so she could breath, her tear soaked blindfold looking like it was made of star dust from the amount she had cried until it was trickling down her face.

Although the room was silent, the guests were uneasy, watching the girl and the master. Having been silenced by him, but still, their superstition held tight to them, and if looked as though a few might have wanted to pipe up with suggestions on what to do, or how to handle the concerns of those present, but dare not speak without being permitted to.

Then came a much harsher beating and Dahlia tried her best to endure it. The strikes to her thighs making her cry out, only to be silenced by his strikes to her stomach, and other sensitive areas. Her whole body hurting, her blood covering much of the floor at this point as her delicate skin seemed to split from some of the cane strikes. When finally he slapped her she had to take a moment to find her voice again, nodding her head slowly, “Y-Yes M-Master…” She her body shaking and covered in many marks. The room still silent looking concerned at the girl while some could not never look at her, wondering what was going to happen as the room smelt so strongly of her blood, and the cosmic rose.
 
It seemed the entire room was standing at attention as Avamon made the young farm girl, Dahlia squirm, cry, and all around degraded her before the entire assembly. They could not turn away, nor hide their own excitement, it seemed they were fixated on the scene before them. It just seemed to happen naturally, as things became more intense; the Lords left their seats around the enormous rectangular table of wood and iron, engraved around the legs with hand carved illustrations depicting The Harvest, an ancient tradition they have not participated in for decades. It was rather brutal, these old fashioned Harvest, a gathering of sacrifices that would be offered to the Great Spirit from which all Vampires are believed to descend from—not nearly as brutal was the way Avamon subjected Dahlia to a public humiliation and physical beating, but it was close enough in some’s eyes. Namely, Sir Greysen, who say and watch as Avamon assaulted the poor girl for merely trying to appease him! His migraine was starting to worm its way back to the frontal lobes of his brain, a painful, uncomfortable, crawling feeling scattered about his brain. Sir Greysen’s head started to tingle, and he felt hot all of a sudden, watching Master Avamon cane her repeatedly. He seem this kind of thing before, Avamon could be quite the Sadist, Greysen was well aware, but usually not so unprovoked, and not upon first meeting any new play things, he would typically break them in, having his way sexually, and saved the rougher stuff for slaves or prostitutes. His time serving as Avamon’s right hand, had meant Greysen was often present anytime his Master would have orgies, or with any girls aside from his mate, who anyone hardly ever saw, their arrangement was mostly political, but Avamon preferred they have privacy! Whatever was happening to him however, was definitely stirring up something deep inside him, something he couldn’t quite explain, it was almost like an instinct, and it was about to surface.

The Lords gathered close, around Avamon and Dahlia, like a flock of hungry scavengers circling above a predator and his dead carcass, hoping to swoop in for a taste of their own, maintaining a safe distance, hoping that they wouldn’t be next to incur his wrath!

His cane, splattered in a rich, viscous, crimson was at his side, dripping blood onto ground beneath him, of precious stone, had caused the 5 Lords to salivate at the sight...they were all excited at the sight and scent of fresh blood, and they all wanted a taste, but to get close at this time would mean they were accepting of the punishment it would provoke!

“Excellent, so...you aren’t so dumb after all, hmmm bitch, you can learn new tricks—“he sniffed the cane, relishing its scent, her blood! “I do love that smell of fresh, virgins blood, and better still, the smell of flowers, especially the rare cosmic rose, What a delightful coincide—If I make you bleed, then I can enjoy the smell of these
beautiful flowers just by beating the shit out of you, what a pleasant surprise for myself, and a terrible pity for you...I think I would like to smell them more!” He flashed a razor sharpe smile of jagged teeth and fangs, baring his sinister sadistic soul, “I wonder, how much more splendid a scent it would be if I were to take your virginity right now!” The sight of blood and rough play always turn Avamon on, he was feeling horny, and had not fucked all day, he wanted to break her in right on the spot, humiliating the girl further, deflowering by violent rape, what better way to put the snooty whore in her place than that!

“I hear that you are a virgin , how fitting, today is the Offering Day, and after my Lords hath delivered to me such generous offerings, and good news of a bountiful Harvest, Im in a giving mood— This shall YOU SHALL BE THEIR REWARD! A show! So to speak! We shall watch as Sir Greysen ravage her for the first time! I my self would never touch such A filthy, and disgusting freak like yourself; but then again maybe one of You Lords would take such a risk as to put you cock inside this deformed cunt, with mismatched eyes surly the mark of some genetic mutation...” He paused, looking around with a smug expression at the 5 Lords, basically daring them to defy his judgment and have the girl for themselves, “Be my guess, as I have said, She is my gift to you this day!”
Greysen’s eyes shot open, with surprise, as his heart pounded, this was new, in all his years serving him, this had not happened. He made moves to
releases the girl from her bondage, and picked Dahlia up from the floor, making her stand, gripped in his massive hands, by the elbow. The Lords looked at each other and were afraid to act as they would normally especially after such an admonishing tone.

“We shall like to watch the Mutt have this disgusting bitch, it is only right for two dogs to breed before You, their Master” one particularly outspoken Lord responded, “But these other girls seem suitable, Master Avamon! We shall have them please us, while we watch!”

Sir Greysen was given the order to release the girls from their chains, and they all went to make a
circle around Dahlia and Greysen, who did not drag the poor girl as he usually might, across the smooth, cold marble floors of grey, lime, and white; for some reason, instead he scooped the battered beauty into his brutish arms almost tenderly, and carried her to the hanging holding stocks into the next chamber, as he walked with her slowly, Greysen apologized for she was about to be experience something like she had never dreamed, and as many times as he may have done this before, never like this, never unwilling had be laid with anyone, this was going to be hard on him as well...Or so he hoped, and felt would make him a decent person to have that reaction, but secretly, deep down, he was raging with emotion of lust and desire, Greysen’s repressed urges and animalistic instinct had started to awaken, their was something dark brewing. His head pounded like a blacksmith shaping a blazing red-hot sheet of metal! Like that sheet, soon to become a fine killing instrument perfected for taking like in the form of a sword, Greysen’s hidden darkness was being forged as well, and soon it would become perfectly formed i to something no one could imagine.

“Ive only just met you Dahlia, but your scent is the most beautiful, heavenly, aroma I have ever had the pleasure of breathing, its not just the Cosmic Rose, there is something far more benevolent about your essence than that...I pray you can forgive me...”
 
Her whole body was aching, stung, and she could feel the hot blood being beaten out of her turning cold as it dripped down her body, eventually just curling up as she was beaten. She could hear others coming, and had she not already been in pain, and suffering, she might have worried, but now she just hoped they might put her out of her misery, and not make her suffer thru more, but it was doubtful, the Master had found a plaything he simply liked to brutalize and beat, he was not likely going to let her die if it meant losing such a toy. Finally feeling him stop, she curled up tighter and got onto her side to try and cover the areas that were bleeding, but in doing so it would offer areas he had not yet struck with the cane. However, it sounded as though she would have a slight reprieve, and he was instead giving her to the man who had spoken of her earlier in such high regard. She wondered if he still had such a high opinion of her after seeing what had happened, and now much the master hated her. Was he thinking he was now getting a horrible gift, tossed the scraps of what once was something so pretty. She certainly saw it that way.

Feeling the hands grip her to pull her up, she flinched at first, cowering from the touch as she was pulled to her feel, trembling at being handled at all it would seem. But she didn’t struggle, or pull away, not wanting to make yet another person angry with her and hurt her more than she already was. Being picked up in his arms seemed to stun her, making her completely still in his arms, wondering why he didn’t just drag her, to take her by her hair and yank her along, certainly their master would have, or worse. Lifting her head in the direction of his voice she seemed surprised, the expression in her eyes and lost to him, but the rest of her expression said she was not expecting him to be so kind to her, and crying again, she leaned her head into his chest as she spoke, her voice cracking as she did, “You say such kind things to me… there is no need anymore given what his opinion of me is… I’m sorry that he is making you do this… but I will forgive you, no matter what you are expected to do.” She said, bringing her hands up to wipe away the blood from her face a little, she clearly was beginning to wonder if Avamon was right, maybe she was a freak for having her deformity, “Do whatever you need to. I don’t want you getting punished for not doing what is expected to me.” She said softly, basically telling him that she would rather he do what was expected for this and appease their master to keep himself out of trouble, even if it meant it was at her expense.
 
Greysen new that there was something different about this girl; special even, he privately reflected within the recesses of his conflicted mind—How was it possible that even in the midst of probably the most traumatic, devastating, experiences of her young, simple, rural life somehow Dahlia wasn’t focused on her on well being, but rather she accepted her cruel and twisted fate and instead turned her sympathies toward Greysen. It was maybe the most selfless, and irrational statement that he could have ever imagined coming from her soft trembling lips, assuring him that he had her forgiveness really sturck a cord with Sir Greysen...He could not fathom what was going to happen next, but he had no choice, Master Avamon had given him an order, and never in his life had be ever disobeyed at direct order from Master Avamon, and he wasn’t going to stop now, for if he did it would not be pretty.

Once they entered the torturing chamber, all the Lords and their new play things filled into the stone walled rotunda, with its brass light fixtures lining the columns of brick, casting eery shadows off their bodies. Aside from brick and stone, all sorts of interesting furniture enhanced the space, creating this dark, perverse, and gloomy atmosphere. In every corner was some kind of torture device or station for engaging in wicked carnal desires...in the central portion of the dungeon style chamber was a medieval wooden stockade with three openings; two for the wrist and one for the neck, as well as iron latches to secure the captive, and a long chain of bronze attached on both sides, suspending the stockade from the ceiling. Upon close inspection you could see the filth and grime coating the old oak wood frame, with all manner of past prisoner residue sweat, blood, tears, all collected into the grooves of the oak. A few Large wooden X style crosses were tucked away in the corners and other stockades were placed strategically around the space.

The Lords and Master Avamon took their seats in the large mahogany and gold chairs, that were so luxurious they almost looked like thrones, with thick triangle shaped stiles patterns hand stitched into the backrest fashioned from Red velvet, and ornate hand carved designs along the top part of the backrest and the legs of the throne style chairs; made it so they could enjoy the show in comfort! At their feet, aligned directly in front of the base of the chairs were square down pillows were each of the other girls were expected to take their place; thusly they did! One Lord wasted no time shoving his cock down one girls throat, forcibly craning her scrawny, young neck from side to side with by the tuft of her blond hair, guiding the girls mouth the slobber along the shaft of his cock, then cramming it right back down her throat, the sounds of her slurping, gagging, and gasping for breath, echoed in the chamber. The other Lords also started to play with their young new sex toy slaves.

In the center, Sir Greysen stood with Dahlia in his arms, as Avamon instructed his loyal servant and most accomplished knight to hang her from the stocks “And make it very uncomfortable, Sir Greysen, I want to see her tiny feet dangling from the ground, I want her little head to feel like it might pop off from the weight and pressure of supporting her whole lower body as the wood grinds against her flesh!”

“Yes...Master...” Greysen sullenly replied! A tone which struck a cord with Avamon, irritating. He had no tolerance for weakness, and bis disdain for Greysen’s unenthusiastic response warranted a lashing along his back! Avamon whip the broad-backed man across the upper half of his shoulders, ripping his garments, making him flench, and tense up with anger, but he dared not allow any such frustration to show, for the repercussions would be far worst, and not just for him..,

“With a little more zeal, Sir Greysen, for heavens sake, You are ruining my excitement with your
somber tone, One would think you should be as willing as any, I have not allowed you to partake in such pleasure, in weeks!” Avamon believed that making Greysen abstain from sex would make him more menacing, focused, and preserve his energies for combat! Sex for Greysen, was only to be enjoyed for his Master’s sake, not his own!

“Plus you seem so fond of this backwood swine, and her scent, I figured why not let you partake in breaking her in...”

Sir Greysen let her down from his arms, to rest on the cobblestone floor, cold and bumpy on her bottom; then he lowered the stocks for her to be restricted within. Once in place, Greysen pulled her hair out of the holdings so that it could flow freely down and rest on the flat surface of the wood. Her wrist were bound tight, the metal casing grated against her delicate flesh, reddening and bruising her already, she was fragile. Her neck was thin and left some space between her skin and the metal lined within the stocks. Gresysen hoisted her
up, slowly, until the girl was forced to the very tip of het toes, barely making contact with the surface of the ground. A cloaked man emerged from the shadows with a trey on wheels, an array of toys and torturing devices, he grabbed the flogger first. Greysen knew what his Master liked, and he wouldn’t disappoint, but at the same time, he would have been a bold faced liar if you asked him, would he enjoy this too, and Greysen replied no—Any other time would have been different, merely his sworn duty to do Avamon’s bidding. However for the last past few days, he had been plagued with a splitting migraine, and a lot of pent up wealth of primal, sexual, aggression; none unlike he had ever experienced before. He wasn’t just horny, but feeling this budding restless and barbaric passion swelling inside him...He gripped the learher handle of the flogging instrument in one hand, while gently holding Dahlia by the face with his other, “What I would give to set my gaze upon those beautiful eyes—“ he whispered thumb grazing the evergreen veil. He stole a kiss, with a firm hand around the back of her head pulling Dahlia towards his mouth, swirling his tongue around her mouth with warm saliva! Greysen salivated. He flicked up and down, side to side, with various speeds, kissing her passionately, while end of his implement parted her virgin seal! It was still a hot pink color from her earlier bruising, and she would find no reprieve now. The woven leather base slide back and forth along her cunt, Greysen was firm and unyielding how he stroked her to-and-fro! He secured her tongue with his teeth, and sucked “How’s that little cunt like to be touched, roughly...or softly” he pulled back and slightly slapped her along the pink lips between her thighs with the straps rotating his wrist giving Dahlia’s body several graceful blows. “Your scent is intoxicating, Dahlia, I cant explain what its doing to me, but whenever Im near you the pounding, throbbing, feeling in my brain begins to subsided, and I become engulfed with...Lust!...” he smack her across the cheek, just hard enough to sting and then he whispered ”...and at the same time, I’m filled with a deep compassionate empathy for such a dainty flower, and dread when I think about how I am going to destroy that precious beauty...”

Greysen circled around to Dahlia’s backside, smacking her on the ass with a firm, masculine, powerful, body jolting slap; palming her booty in hand wiggli her little mound of white plush, smoky flesh. He continued to assault supple skin, unleashing a furious round of body-quivering, strikes! “You will regret ever defy the great Master Regent Avamon Sorrenstien III, you will learn that before him are other must humble themselves and recognize him as an envoy of the Lord of the Long Night!” whack whack whack whack whack whack whack whack! He was relentless with the way he struck with the flogger leaving marks all over her back, high low, as well her buttocks!
 
Finally stopping, Dahlia leaned into the man who now set her to stand on the cold stone floor, her already aching body in need of rest, but she suspected she would not get such a thing until she was completely broken and shattered into millions of little pieces.

Hearing his somber tone made Dahlia hopeful that this one was not as horrible as the rest, and in his hands, she seemed to be at ease. When Greysen was whipped, the sound of it made her flinch and cower into him, until she realized that he was the one taking the lashing, not her. Softly she spoke to him again looking up toward his voice, "Please, dont get yourself punished because of me. Enjoy yourself as our master says, and comfort me when you can. Even as he put her in the stocks she cooperated, being still when needed, and inserted her wrists into the slots until now she stood uncomfortably on her tip toes, her bleeding having slowed and mostly stopped.

His comment about seeing her eyes, she nodded a little, giving a small, sad smile. "I hope you can see them too." She said low enough so only he heard. But shortly after she spoke, his mouth was on hers, kissing her fiercely, passionately, and so different from how she was being treated that it brought her to whimper softly and her blindfold had tears falling from it.

Finally released from that kiss she heard him comment about her already abused sex and shook her head, "I...I don't know... I... I've never been... Been touched there before today..." She said softly, her voice so terrified. Then came the rubbing against her soft warm sex, and she whimpered, squirming a little in the stocks only to be held in place. The slap caught her off guard and she turned her head away slightly trying to gently rub the stinging sensation away. But then came the flogging and she really began so cry, yelp, and scream when hit hard enough.

As he spoke, she had not realized that she had defied the man but as she was lashed ruthlessly she eventually began to lose her composure, sobbing and struggling, causing her wrists and around her neck to become bruised and even to the point that it was starting to bleed with her struggles. "I am sorry Master... I... I didnt mean to defy you... I didnt know that i had... Please forgive me... I never meant to anger you..." At this point her body was covered in red marks, some turning purple while blood trickled down her slender body. She needed a moment to catch her breath and recover and hoped that her apology might get her a moment to catch her breath. Her whole body was shaking, her voice wavering and cracking while she spoke.
 
Her cries of submission finally broke through the resounding ringing from the pounding inside his head, which had induced a sudden swelling lust inside him, clouding all judgment. Greysen paused for a moment, to him she clearly seemed broken, and ready to accept her place but it was not his choice to make, but his master’s alone, but Greysen tried his best to guide Avamon toward a judgment not nearly as cruel as the current path they were going down—he was attempting to spare her any further humiliation and degradation. Greysen uncoiled the chain lifting her up from the ground, loosening the tension, leaving her body to come crashing down to the stony, uneven, cobblestone floor beneath them. Bone on stone was painful!

“Master, the whore has submitted, and apologizes for defying you what would—“ his statement was cut short abruptly by a crack of his whip, Greysen didn’t even flench as the loud pop and tearing the white cotton soft flesh off her back in a straight line! Leaving a stip of her skin removed from the right-side of her back, that sound resonated throughout the chamber, even loud enough to momentarily drown out the other sounds of moaning, slurping, and heavy breathing courtesy of the other Lords and their new concubines! But to his surprise the whip had not been directed at him, but rather Dahlia! She screamed in agony; Greysen clenched his jaws in defiance but utter not a words, straining mightily to not object to her cruel punishment!

“Hmm I’m not quite sure what you are referring to Sir Greysen, I can’t hear anything at all, especially not from this BITCH,” Avamon spat in her face, and flung the whip again, flicking his wrist, he was deadly accurate with his most prized weapon, a leather whip he had brutally pummeled many a whores, peasants, and criminals with through the years. This time he aimed his lashing across her back in horizontal line, and then again, further extending the line across her back, now tallying a total or three visible strikes “In fact, I wasn’t even aware that DOGS were capable of speaking at all! Greysen, have you suddenly become some kind of magical dog whisperer, hmmm? Since when have you been so fond of wild, filthy, mutts like this bitch here? What is it about her, hmmm Sir Greysen—“ Master Avamon circled aboun them, dragging the end of his whip on the group, “On your fucking hands and knees BITCH, like the stray mongrel you are!” He crack the long red whip again! This time as a means of intimidation, not to actually harm her or him, but to make her fear him! He was programming her, training her!

“Would you look at that, Bitch, my Dog Sir Greysen is a more like a prize stud, but for some reason he has picked up your scent and it aroused him! I find it amusing to watch Dogs fuck!” Avamon grabbed him a handful oh her hair lock and forced her face into Greysen’s crotch, rubbing the girls face into his pants,‘against his cock and balls, forcing her to smell his musk! Greysen was half hard, and still very curves downward, resting in a state of arousal, he always maintained control over his
erections, even being at a half chub was a rare, he was more aroused than usual, his balls swelled with semen, as if this were some kind of ritual to prepare him for breeding the girl as Avamon would have.

“Smell that, feel that, you mangey mutt, Im gonna have this beast of a man fuck you like the canine whore you are, Doggy Style! Ghack Ghack Ghack!” Avamon’s laugh was distributing and evil, it sounds like he had phlegm stuck in his the throat that wont come loose. “Remove your pants Sir Greysen, let the little puppy whore get a real good whiff of that impressive monstrous cock of yours! I love to see that big black cock in action, its almost too big, like a hideous deformity, just like you those little repulsive mitch-match eyes of hers, Greysen, you two were made for each other!” He howled with more laughter, mocking them both!

She couldn’t see it, but Greysen’s cock was massive, a great fat tip, more width than length, like a mushroom, lead to a tapered base, where his foreskin had been circumcised at birth, but a little excess remained. The shaft was long and curved downward, covered in veins, and rested over his low hanging balls, the size of two limes, looked heavy and hefty, swimming with sperms! When Avamon crammed her face into his sweaty smelly balls this time from the base of his balls to the tip of his prick, the man had to be even longer than her face! He rubbed her nose in his sack and grabbed Greysen with one hand, barely able to fit the girth in his grib completely and squeezed the head until a thick gob of pre-cum nectar dripped onto her lip.

“How does it taste, bitch, I hope you like it because From now on you will be on a strict cum based diet! You look a little chubby! And after Im finished playing with you, I wont be able to get a good value for a fat pig like you! Maybe I can whip the fat off you!” Avamon reared back his arm way above his head to strike her again, and brought down more swift, cruel wrath upon her, creating another gashing stipe on her skin! He drew back once more but this time the whip met with resistance, as Greysen put his arm in his the way, leaving a mark but nearly as devastating as the three he’d just left on Dahlia!

“What is the meaning of this Sir Greysen, explain yourself at once, or you shall be next, and there wont be anyone there to protect you from the full extent of my wrath!?”

“What good is a new toy, if you brake her on the first day, even if you have no further use of her, trust me Master...” Greysen lowered his
tone considerably, almost to a whisper “...and my nose, When I tell you there is more than meets tje eye with this girl, pardon the pun...but at least let the Diviners see her first before you totally break her, and let them weight in—I can sense it, and I know you must sense something too, even though it sickens you to think an abomination who lacks the desired symmetry you hold in high regard, but there are some who would whom she would surly fetch a pretty portion, Master, I stake my life, and my honor on it! I have never guided you wrong!”

Greysen went down to one knee and begged bis master to spare her any further fatal harm.
 
Having a moment of reprieve as Greyson spoke, Dahlia caught her breath, only to scream in pain again from the lash to her gentle skin, her body shaking and cowering as best she could, trying to cover herself so that he would not hit her too much more, but before too long, he had her back searing in pain from another strike and she flinched at his touch when he gripped her long soft hair, forcing her face into Greysen’s groin. She didn’t have the type of senses a vampire did, so it was not as strong as she might have experienced if she had been changed, but she obeyed the man’s push into the other man’s cock, her body letting him do as he wanted.

It only got more intense when their master had him remove his pants and let the precum drip onto her her full, and split lips. She had little choice but to taste it, and although not pleasant, it was not as bad as she had thought it would be. But hearing that her only food would be cum, she began to weep and shake her head, knowing he was lying, simply because he hated her, she was far from being fat, and he had found her perfect, she just didn’t understand why he despised her so intensely. When the whip came down again, Dahlia gave a whimper, curling up tightly to brace for the stroke to make contact, but it was less painful than before and she leaned into Greysen, saying nothing in response, but she seemed to be thanking him for stopping her from letting her be hurt again.

Listening to the two of them talk, she could barely hear them, but there was something said about a Diviner. While on her hands and knees, she kept her head bowed, her blindfold soaked from tears and her body horribly maimed at this point while she waited to hear what their master would decide.
 
Avamon was perplexed as Greysen put himself in harms way all to protect this peasant girl! He had half a mind to strike him again and again, purely out of spite, but if he completely lost his cool, what kind of Ruler would he be? Those who serve you must never truly know your weakness, or strength, he kept them all in a cloud of mystery, cautions to conceal himself in a certain amount of secrecy, opting to choose reason instead of operating off his emotions, which always seemed to cause trouble!
Greysen is known well through out the lands as one with an astounding sense of smell, it why Avamon dubbed him Sir Greysen the Great-Dane, Beast of Thornhillis! Because his snout was just as good as any mutt or beast of the wild, or better! If he senses anything it would be foolhardy to ignore that great talent; once he sniffed out what was believed to be an odorless poison which had been slipped into his drink.

Avamon snapped out of his fit of rage and lust, surprising even himself. He have not recalled ever before feeling so completely compelled to exact punishment or abuse onto his new toys before, not like how he had just switched from one mood to the next with Dahlias, maybe he pondered, there was something about her worth investing further. “ What good is good counsel if one does not adhere to its advise...” He was composed for only a moment and took a deep breath, coiling the whip about his hand, wrapping it until just a foot of the leather weapon dangled freely, and that last portion he would wrap around her neck. Avamon tightly yanked the whip until she turn all sorts of different colors in the face, purple, red, blue, as she fought for dear life, to breath one saving breath of air. Avamon spat a disgusting fat wad of saliva into her gaping mouth—

“There you filthy whore-bitch, learn your place, you are my property but I have given you on loan to my beast for his pleasure! It is mating season after all, isn’t this the time of hear you bitches go into heat!” Avamon and all his Lords laughed and laughed taunting the poor, hapless, farm girl hundreds of miles from her peaceful village, forced to be subjected to cruel humiliation and sexual torture! Avamon’s free hand reach back and grabbed a hand full of her tight virgin vagina prodding the girls snatch with his two middle fingers, poking into a tiny slotted hole, warm and narrow, he felt a slippery texture along her walls, causing all the men to focus their gazes intently on her! The whole tension in the room shifted, Greysen even became more alert, smelling the scent of fresh menstrual blood seeping into the atmosphere he unintentionally growled and bared his fangs...at them.

Avamon plunges his fingers in deeper “ Ahhh so that’s all it took, hmmm Sir Greysen,” Avamon withdrew his fingers and they were soaked in her blood, her first blood! Pure virgins blood is a commodity in certain vampire circles, almost like a delicacy, even to half-ling like Greysen born a whores welp, there was something that could be denied about it, the fresh virgins blood was said to be a key ingredient in some ancient magic, and to have special properties, but Avamon didn't really believe such things, because it was also said to have been forbidden to consume, especially in the region he grew up in, but now he was Master Regent, and he decided for himself that finally after all these years he was going to have a taste
for himself. Parting his middle and ring finger like a “V” Avamon was mesmerized by the scent, Greysen growled again, “You want a taste boy, hmmm” he taunted, “Do a go job and you shall have you reward Greysen the Great, you shall have a great time, and you shall breed this whores cunt and put on a good show breaking her in as the newest slave to my collection—Dahlia the Mutt Doll, Play thing of the beast of Thornshillis! Bwahahahaha” they all laughed at her some more, and Greysen took a bow, not saying a word but acknowledging his masters command!

Avamon examined the phenomenon more, slowly taking it all in, “I cant say I’ve ever had virgin blood before, and I would be more excited if it weren’t from the cunt of a bitch whore—“ he must maintain an air of arrogance and superiority, here, Lord Cassum, kneel before me, and clean your Master’s hand! Lord Cassum dismissively pushed aside the young ladies serving him with cock and balls in thier mouth and hastily made positioned himself at the feet of Master Regent Avamon, “As you wish, Master!” he grabbed the Master’s wrist and slowly licked his long tentacle like tongue along the web of flesh in crease between of his two fingers; Lord Cassum had an unusually long and discolored tongue, it was green and thus he was always chosen to be humiliated by Avamon—even if in their eyes he was degrading them by making them lick her “bitch-whore” blood from his hand; in their eyes, and noses, she was a savory morsel to be ravished! Lord Cassum slithered his tentacle around Avamon’s finger, making his cock leap with excitement! Then the Lord’s stare went blank, and his pupils expanded, then he began to convulse a bit, and his penis enlarged to an even harder and bigger erection, and veins popped out of his neck! He looked to be in pain, but the face he made was oddly contrasting, like euphoria! He slumped down into a seated kneeling position, and his penis continued to grow, and soon it was clear to Avamon that it would not stop, it was throbbing and swelling, stretching his flesh—he collapsed over and began to bleed from the era, immediately he was carried out by the guards and some young attendant wiped his hand clean of the blood...

“I guess that is why they say never consume virgins blood...Lord Cassum was a good Lord for me Whore,” Master Avamon’s boot planted firmly on Dahlia’s head, “You tried to kill me bitch!? That it, is it! You were sent here to kill me!” He slammed down her face under the force of his boot to the front of her face, the power knocked her back crashing skull to the hard concrete, the force was enough to give someone a concussion! He kicked her in the stomach, and leg, and stomped her back all the while she was still in the stocks, basically incapable of protecting herself in anyway, immobilized! Greysen again threw himself over her, dick flopping around like fish on land, his thick power member swayed smacking against her ribs, with a thuds, as he flung himself over he catch a boot to the cheek in the process it didnt leave a scatch or mark on him; the young Dahlia however was not so fortunate! Avamon’s boot had left a considerable trace of his effectiveness, big hard knots of purple and reddish-blue from where he had kicked, not to mention the blood that ran into her beautiful crimson crown of long locks, seemed like her hair was alive and flowing, moving as a result from her head being bashed into the hard floor!

Avamon took long measured breaths and backed away, all the way to his seat aging. Then several servant girls immediately started tending to him, messages, feeding, pleasing; a girl on each testicle and a third to slob his knob, “Well done Sir Greysen, you have attacked valiantly once again, this is why I reward you with the Bitch, if I had damaged her any further, the Diviner’s would’ve had a different time reading her...” A cloud of multi colored smoke was wafting in the air, as enchanted incense candles, with the power to draw out their darkest and most carnal perversions, lowering thier inhibition, and heightening their arousal! Sir Greysen, I want you preserve her Flower until the Diviners have an opportunity to examine her, that will keep her undefiled, instead you will obliterate her ass-cunt, break her in with your enormous horse cock! Maybe she’ll be breeding mare! Hahaha!” he cackled sinisterly! Greysen pulled the chain hauling the girl up into the air again once, hovering over his penis, Greysen slide her body along the girth and length of his shaft, forcing her lips to part between her thighs, coating his cock in a thin layer of blood. Greysen spread her butt cheeks apart and palmed her booty, one side in each hand, guiding her body back and forth as his cock stiffened rock hard. She was facing him, straddling his cock like a bench between her legs, toes not touching the floor, Greysen started to lick and suck her breast, teasing the perky nipples with his teeth, his slobber was all over her chest!

Then he lowered her again and prepared to shove his cock the into her mouth, at first slapping her across the face with his meaty member!
 
Having expected more of a beating, Dahlia tried to curl up as much as she could, but no harm came to her for a good few seconds, while their master thought to himself, and appeared to come out of his rage at the girl. She had not idea what was going on thru his head, but she wanted to thank Sir Greysen for stopping Avamon even if for just a moment to let her catch her breath and have a small rest for a little while he spoke. It seemed the man finally saw seeing some reason, and was going to stop beating her for a little while, at least until he learned more about what there could be to this girl. Feeling the whip wrap around her already abused throat, the chafing from the stocks causing horrible wounds on her, and likely the once pretty girl would scar, around her neck wrists, and the lashes along her back, after all, she was still only human, and it was a wonder she was managing to last this long.

Feeling the fingers digging into her virgin slit, Dahlia squirmed a little, whimpering softly at the feeling, but it still didn’t go deep enough for her to loose that thin lining that was her maidenhead. Then there was the weight of many eyes on her. Although she couldn’t see anything, she could feel all the attention had been focused on his fingers and what covered them. Then he continued to insult and belittle her, but it meant very little, with how much he had already done and said, she really didn’t care any more, there wasn’t much more he could do to make her feel any lower than she already did, and so she remained silent as he cackled another insult, giving her some ridiculous and none to lever of a name, clearly their master had a fondness for dogs it would seem.

But then someone tasted it, or at least from the sound of it, he let someone taste what had been on his fingers, and even Dahlia knew that was a bad thing, and should not have been done, that the consequences of doing such a thing could be deadly. And not long after the man had tasted it, he seemed to begin experiencing the effects of being so naïve to think that nothing would happen to them if they broke one of the rules they knew to be set in place about virgin blood. But it seemed the master’s anger was back, and feeling his foot on her head she groaned in pain. She wanted to argue, to say that it was not her fault, because she knew it was not, had Avamon not had the Lord taste it, he would have still been alright. What came after was far worse, and she found herself being kicked again, this time in the head, hard enough that it did in fact cause her to become nauseous, no doubt she did have a concussion at this point, and feeling the blood behind to trikle down from the injury, she knew it could be a deadly thing. Then came another barrage of kicks and blows to her body, getting whimpers and sobs from her, her throat raw from screaming so she couldn’t any more. Finally the strikes to her body stipped, but the sounds of thudding still went on as Greysen was pummeled instead, that was until their master stopped again, managing to regain his composure.

The words that left their master’s mouth had Dahlia shaking, and crying, straining her whole body which made the blood from her wound on her head continue to flow, minor struggling making her lightheaded and a little more or a little longer, and she might faint, or that was her hope as she carefully let herself dangle from the stocks, letting her head and neck support her instead of using her legs, the wound still letting the blood flow from her. Feeling the cock between her legs, she knew it would cause her even worse pain and suffering, not that he meant to, but without letting her be trained and stretched, any woman would have been caused pain by it. While he had been sucking and playing with her breasts, she gave no sound, remaining still and silent in her bindings, her body of course making her nipples hard against her will, but nothing more, she was broken, if not possibly shattered from the experiences, a further sign of this being what she whispered so only Greysen could hear her, “Please… don’t protect me …if he beats me again…If this is what I have to look forward to… for the rest of my life… please… let him kill me by accident… I’d rather that… than to be subjected to this forever…” She had been completely honest, and serious, and given how much blood she was losing, it might have been possible if Avamon went into another rage filled fit.

Once lowered to the ground, she wondered what he planned to do, only for his cock to strike her face a moment later, giving her some idea, and she complied quietly, opening her mouth, simply wanting all of this over.
 
Greysen harkened to her plea that she be allowed to parish at her new master’s hand, but sadly informed the girl, she would not be allowed to die just yet.

“Unfortunately sweet girl, there is nothing that can save you, not once Master has set his fangs ino you, even though it might not seem like it, but he has taken a liking to you, even as twisted and deprived a liking it may be; there are many ways to make you endure much worse than this and still keep you alive as long as he wishes to play with you...Greysen himself wished he could stop, but you see even he was bound to a life of service and forced to heed his cruel, sadistic master’s every whim!

Greysen had a solemn look in his eyes, one of a disheartened man, filled with internal conflict; he had never felt so guilty about what he was about to do before, and the fact that the egregious nature of his position to the Master had never once sparked any kind of conviction or disgust in himself, before this moment—made the shame he felt a thousand times worse. However, none of that remorse made his desires any less evident, as his cock throbbed even harder.

First he pried her buttocks apart, mouth
salivating, Greysen took a nosedived into the crease of her butt smelling her musk, her bunghole was tightly puckered so he would provide much spit to help lubricate the young virgin! A fat viscous wad of his saliva dropped from his tongue, into the crevices, and rolled down her crack. Before it would drip onto the pavement he licked it back up into his mouth, and did it again! This time rubbing his longe tentacle like tongue against her entry way, slithering into her hole. Greysen shook his head side to side, moaning as he spread her further, and her tight little anus started to gape slightly just from him thrusting the organ into her several time, as he palmed both her buttocks opening her up! Grey crammed her mouth full of cock!

“For you own fucking sake girl, you bettwr suck
my cock like you life depends on it...” he pressed the head of his cock to her lips, “The wetter my cock the easier this will be...NOW OPEN UP WIDE!”
 
Dahlia knew it had been unlikely that the man would take pity on her and let her be killed by her new master, but given what she was forced to endure, it was worth a shot. Feeling Greysen go to her ass and begin readying it for what was about to happen, sje for a brief moment actually felt nice, the man behind her being kind despite that he could not allow her to be ended by Avamon.

Although she was a virgin, Dahlia was growing wet from the feeling of his tongue in her tight backside, gently stretching her open with the tonguing she was taking from him.

Then she felt his cock against her lips and hearing his warning she obeyed and opened her mouth to suck on his cock, trying her best to make sure it was nice and slick with her saliva, knowing it was going to hurt anyways, given how massive it was, but if her slathering it in her spit could save her from too much more pain then she was going to try her best to get it nice and wet. All the while her body ached and she gave small pained whimpers from her body having been beaten before.

Once his cock was as well worked as she could manage with her sore throat from screaming earlier Dahlia pulled her mouth back to pop it out of her mouth, just wanting this to be over with, and the sooner she got his cock in her, the sooner she might be allowed to rest a little, or at least that was what she hoped.
 
The girl was young, and obviously sexually inexperienced, being a virgin, but her blow job wasn’t half bad actually, especially having to deal with such an unruly member on her first time!

“You perform well, Dahlia, for your first time...” Greysen didnt know what to say really, having already apologized to her somewhat privately, it just seemed like a nice thing to say, even if she were about to be violated, who doesn’t like a compliment he reasoned. “You have make my cock glisten with you mouth, but you will need far mor spit than that if you wish to fit my massive cock inside you, girl...” she pulled back, popping his member from her mouth, gasping for air, wishing it all just happened already no doubt, but this wasn’t about her, nor him, but Avamon who enjoyed the suffering of others.

“I want to see her swallow as much cock as she can Sir Greysen, really put that cock sleeve to the test!”

Things were far from over! At his Master’s behest, Greysen swung his cock around like a club slapped her around a bit, and then plunged his black glistening pole back down her throat! Slapping her in the face was mostly for the optics, not to harm, more-so humiliation and discipline. This time he wasn’t as gentle, now he had a good hold on her skill with both hands, thrusting hips, balls swaying against her chin with each forward motion, yanking her head down his shaft! He met with resistance about half way through, she could not take any more but the look in Avamon’s eyes demanded he continued! “Open your mouth wider, as if your jawls were being ripped apart, you dont want him to get any crazy ideas, trust me Dahlia, now open!”

Cock slide into her esophagus, pushing past her threshold, making the young girls body convulse, it was her gag reflex rejecting him, good thing she had not eaten anything since capture or it would have been all over the ground in an instant. He held it for 10 seconds as her muffled screams created a slight vibration effect on his cock, she had ingested a little more than half his shlong, and just before she would have passed out, spit bubbles lathering the sides of her mouth, drool flowing like a leaky faucet from his shaft, he released her as she took a life gasping breath of welcoming air! She had survived! And his penis was was drenched in her saliva! Smearing the spit further down his shaft by making her plump pink lips rub along the length he felt the time had come to penetrate her. Greysen keep stroking up and down, spreading the lather. Her cunt was wet, he fingered her, poking at her slit, digging out some sticky, clear resin, tainted with red making a soft pink hue he smelled her residue and pokes his thumb in her bum hole, wedging his way in, opening her hole little by little, Greysen was spreading her cheek with one hand while massaging the inside of her anus, and slowly pressing his cock head into her with the other hand gripping his cock!

“Fuck, Dahlia, I cant believe how tight you are, I can barely fit my tip inside you, I know this is going to hurt you very much, Ill be gentle—at first!” Her ass was going to feel amazing wrapped around his cock! He spat into her crack again, offering even more lubricant for entry; but it hardly made a difference the girl was like a a bear trap the way butt was snapped shut, but he had managed to slide slowly into position, watching her hole envelope his black tip, Greysen’s manhood snapped into place, finally after moving at a snails pace, her hole had been impaled! He simultaneously removed his thumb, and took his hand from round his shaft, now that he had pried her open enough to get the head in, it was essentially all downhill from here. He placed both hands on her buttocks and spreading them wide, released a shuttering breath of pleasure and started to plow her ass with big black thick cock!
 
Dahlia was trying her best, getting as much of the cock down her mouth as possible until she felt her gag reflex activate and she recoiled, attempting to pull back, although she had received a compliment, it didn’t really mean too much. She wouldn’t have done this if she were being forced to by their master, although given the situation, she was kind of glad that even as he was violating her at the request of their master that Greysen was still being incredibly gentle with her.

Hearing that she would have to take even more of his cock, she had thought she had been nearly taking the whole thing, but not being able to see, she couldn’t tell how much more of it there was. Feeling the slap against her face with the cock got a small whimper from her, but she didn’t say anything, just remained there and took it as best she could. Then the cock went into her mouth, but this time he didn’t allow her to stop or get off of it, instead he shoved it further than she could handle and then some. She gagged, and struggled in her restraints, muffling her screams and whimpers of discomfort until her head was becoming slightly unsteady. Just before she went unconscious she felt the long shaft removed from her mouth. Dahlia coughed, and gasped for air, sobbing softly at being forced to endure choking like that.

The she felt him playing with her body, and Dahlia squirmed a little, knowing it was going to happen and that she would have no choice but to accept what he was about to insert into her tiny body. The tip alone felt like it was going to rip her apart, and slowly, inch by agonizing inch Dahlia felt herself getting penetrated. But that gentleness was not going to last long since their master wanted to see her in pain, not so much pleasure, and once the tip had made it into her, the poor girl knew what was to come and had no way of really bracing for it other than to relax, but even relaxing her body she was impossibly tight to get into, her walls gripping him hard. He was right, this was going to hurt immensely, and part of her wondered if he was really feeling any pity for her, given that he was so hard and seemed to be enjoying himself with her body, it was hard to tell just form his voice alone, but she hoped he was being sincere, because that would make this much easier for her to endure.
 
Her naked body hung, almost completely limp, in the wooden stocks still clasped tightly around her neck and wrist; battered, bruised, bloodied, Dahlia seemed to be giving herself up completely to him which made sense, to end things as soon as possible the least resistance was ideal. However, her submission, seem to have a secondary effect on Greysen; as if his dominance over the girl somehow validated him, the man began to swell with pride, inflating his a bit ego, all the while but simultaneously she endeared herself to him. Though probably not her intention, it had help to soften Greysen’s approach toward how he handled the girl, consciously or not, Greysen responded by taking his time, usually with any other girl he’d drill any girl like a concrete wall being demolished for deconstruction, but with Dahlia he cautiously slid each of his monstrous man-meat into her tiny rectum.

Greysen had no problem manipulating her body any way he wanted, strong as an ox was an understatement in comparison to how mighty the knight was, she was light ad a feather. Her but was so tight, he just paused for a moment allowing his tip to rest inside Dahlia’s hole, slowly; Greysen inhaled and exhaled with measured breaths.

“How can this be, your holes are so tight, I have never felt something so amazing before, I can feel your body clingy to me for dear life, as if I could tear your apart with one thrust of my hips,” Greysen cupped his hands under her thighs for support, holding the girl at the curve of her buttocks, knees spread apart, his hands were so big, Greysen’s fingers were able to massage her clit and rub her pussy lips all at the same fucking time. He held her there, supporting the girls weight completely. “It might be easier on you to have your weight helping you down onto my cock, with gravities help rather than me forcing it inside you from a more horizontal position” he sort of half spoke silently out loud, hoping she could hear him “...just breath Dahlia, breath and relax, scream or cry whatever you have to do to make it better, or easier...How about whem I touch your clit, and rub it like so—“ His fingers
swirled around her pink plushy nub, as her flesh receptor started to stiffen from his arousal he felt her bum hole start to loosen up a bit, deciding to go one inch further into her ass, plunging his cock further, then pulling it back, Greysen slide back and forth in the girls anus a ring-finger too fat to
fit the ring, her butt being the ring! He looked down and it it was only about 3 or 4 inches in and already he felt like there was cum dripping from his tip, the girl was so incredibly tight, but it would not make him cum just yet, it was only pre-cum!

Greysen pull pumped her butt hole, churning her ass juice, his spit, her saliva, and some pre-cum into into lubricant helping him glide the first half of his cock inside her ass with ease, but now the rest of his shaft was now dry. If he were going to penetrate her deeper, with out completely tearing her open, and even ripping his own skin, he would need to really get his cock lubed up!
 
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