Page 38 of Dominant

She stuck her tongue out as far as he could, and he pulled her hair harder.

“When I tell you to do something, you reply yes Sir or yes Master, do you understand?” he asked roughly.

“Yes Sir,” She gasped out.

“Good,” he released her hair and turned to the servant. “Come here, boy,” he said. “You’re in luck. Come and use her mouth.”

There were snickers from the crowd.

The servant, a slight, dark-haired male no older than me, smiled and looked at Maggie hungrily, his small eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He approached Maggie and untied his linen servants’ pants, letting them fall to the floor. He was hard already. He put his hand on her head and began pumping his cock into her mouth, moaning as he did so, and picking up steam quickly - thrusting hard and fast. Sir Vulpes chuckled.

“Oh, they love when this happens, don’t they?” he said to the crowd, many of whom laughed in response. “Imagine watching scenes like this every day, but not being able to participate? It drives you mad, doesn’t it, son?” He spoke to the boy, who was too focused on his own pleasure to respond. “Watching your betters fucking little whores like this all day long, desperately hard for a taste of what we have. Yes. Enjoy that mouth, boy. You deserve it, and there’s nothing she can do about it.”

The servant’s face flushed, and he squeezed his eyes shut in blissful agony, raising his face to the ceiling.

“When you’re ready,” said Sir Vulpes, “you pump her mouth full of your come.”

As if on command, the boy shuddered and cried out, thrusting forcefully into Maggie’s mouth, who choked and spit his come on the floor.

“You swallow!” roared Sir Vulpes, suddenly furious. He slammed his hand down on her ass cheek, and she yelped as his hand hit her welts. The boy’s ejaculate dribbled sloppily from her chin.

Sir Vulpes walked around to her face and cupped her chin, pinching hard and raising her up to face him. “Oh, you are asking for it, aren’t you? When someone does you the honour of coming in your mouth, you swallow it and say thank you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

“You will learn, slave. You will learn utter compliance and obedience, you will learn the art of servitude.” He brought a hand down on her ass. The loud smack made me involuntarily flinch.

“Yes, Sir!” she cried, more loudly this time.

“Mm.” He made an appreciative sound and released her face, walking around behind her. “You’re making me hard.”

It was easy to see how hard he was. His large cock, held out at an exaggerated angle by the thong around its base, was full and red. He grabbed the underside of her ass and massaged it roughly, even though it was bruised, and then positioned his cock against her entrance and thrust into her in one motion. Maggie gasped as he started fucking her hard, as fast and rough as the servant had been with her mouth.

He slammed into her a few more times, grunting with pleasure, and then as suddenly as he had entered her, he pulled out, still hard, and walked to the front of the bench again, his cock level in front of her.

“Clean me off,” he instructed.

“Yes, Master.” She opened her mouth and took his cock, licking it in long, smooth strokes while he stood unmoving, watching her.

“Good,” he said when he was satisfied, and he stepped away. “Blindfold her,” he said to the servant, and then he turned to the row of spectators. “Come join me, brothers.”

All of the men stood up except for Alexander and Mark. There were six of them, I counted, and they were all naked under their cloaks. They walked over to the bench and surrounded her, removing their cloaks and handing them to the servant, who collected them and hung them up.

I trembled in anticipation of what I might see. It was such a strange sensation: I was frightened for her and aroused at the same time. Maybe even jealous. What would it feel like to be blindfolded and given away to a group of men? I wondered if I would ever find out. Watching the boy come in her mouth, and the Dom roughly fuck her at his will, had made me wet. I felt guilty and a little naughty for being aroused.

“She needs to be brought down a notch,” one of the men gathered around her said, and the others made sounds of agreement and assent. One of them grabbed her hair and spoke right in her ear, “Don’t know your place, eh? We’re not afraid to be rough with you to get what we want from you.” He grasped her face and pushed his cock roughly into her mouth. “Suck that, you worthless bitch,” he spit out.

“She’s already sucked off the servant,” said another. “She’ll let anyone use her holes.”

They surged towards her, grabbing and pulling. The servant, back to his duties and with his pants pulled back up, offered round a bowl of condoms. One man thrust his hand in the bowl and unrolled a condom onto his dick, entering Maggie from behind while two others started roughly massaging her breasts. They jockeyed for position, each wanting all of her at once. The man behind her pumped hard, his arousal building quickly. “We should fuck her without condoms and impregnate her,” he said cruelly, breathing hard. “She would never know whose baby it was.” Almost immediately, he came, his words tipping him over the edge.

“I’m going to come in your fucking mouth,” said the man with his hand in her hair, and he moaned loudly as his orgasm shuddered through him. Her lesson learned, Maggie swallowed it.

“Thank you, Sir,” I heard her whisper.

Already another man was unrolling a condom and then entering her from behind, another cock being pushed into her mouth. When they were done, Sir Vulpes said, “Untie her and carry her to the mat.”

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