Page 7 of Ruining Vanessa

Giulio pushes the tail higher, changing the angle of the plug… right as he pushes his cock in. I gasp, only to almost choke on Slayer’s cock. If it wasn’t already soft, I might have gagged.

I begin to struggle, because Giulio has somehow managed to hit the right angle. He has the plug rubbing my inner wall from one side while his cock goes at it from the other. The pleasure that was a steady, subtle pulse before it ramps up. My clit throbs, and I do wish somebody would touch it, even though I can already feel my inevitable orgasm.

Giulio knows exactly how to use his cock, exactly where to put pressure and rub against me. I hate that he does. I hate that my body likes this. How can it, when I’m strapped to a breeding bench, being humiliated and somehow liking it?

I get closer and closer to climax, my body trembling, and Giulio leans down to nip my neck.

That’s all it takes.

I let out a choked cry around Slayer’s soft cock, my body jerking as I tighten around Giulio’s cock and feel even more pleasure as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. Slayer grabs me by the hair and pushes in deeper for a moment before relaxing his hold.

“Fuck, that’s right, clamp up for me,” Giulio groans, speeding up his thrusts.

The tears finally do fall as my orgasm begins to recede. Slayer’s cock slips out of my mouth, and now my small sobs join Giulio’s loud breathing in the room.

“Shit,” Slayer says with a small laugh. “You weren’t wrong. It’s like she was made for this. Think she’s more likely to get preggers if she comes while we’re fucking her?”

That only makes me squeeze my eyes more tightly closed, and I hate myself for not being able to resist this pleasure.

Giulio laughs, but the sound devolves into a groan. He slams his hip forward hard enough that I move a few inches.

I feel the heat of his cum fill me up, only adding to my despair.

Finally, Giulio pulls out, and he collapses onto the floor next to me. “Isn’t that what they say?” He drapes one arm over my back and rests his cheek against my ass. “Oops. You’re dripping, Vanessa. What a messy bitch you are.”

I cringe when his fingers run along my folds and push the cum back inside me.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Slayer croons. “Get it all in her. Don’t waste a drop.” He pats my head. “She’s a good little bitch, though. Too bad she already got her treats.”

My treats. Their cocks. Right.

I want some of the pizza, though. I’m so hungry. It’s not like Slayer has been starving me or anything, but he doesn’t always make sure I’m full. And his idea of food isn’t great at all.

“Speaking of treats, have you been feeding her?” Giulio asks.

Slayer shrugs. “Yeah. She doesn’t eat much though. Just nibbles at it.”

I startle when Giulio begins to undo the bindings on the breeding bench.

“Really?” Giulio pulls me off the bench and onto his lap, apparently not caring that I’ll get his clothes dirty. “Are you refusing to eat, girl?”

I don’t know how to say that Slayer can’t cook, and his idea of takeout is usually cheap fast food. It’s not that I’m refusing to eat, but I have to admit—to myself, at least—that I’m used to better food. I shake my head, avoiding looking at Giulio or Slayer.

Slayer arches a brow. “You’ve barely been eating. I was starting to think I was going to have to force-feed you.”

I wince at the idea of him forcing greasy food down my throat. I’d have made myself eat it before it went that far, but it hadn’t been a pleasant thought. “I… Um… Well… The food has been… Um…”

I want to say unpalatable, but I catch myself before completely insulting Slayer.

Giulio catches on, though, and starts laughing. “I see what the problem is! You don’t want Slayer’s shitty meals. Yeah, I wouldn’t either. Come on, girl, let’s get you some real food. Like artisanal pizza.”

“Oh, come on,” Slayer complains. “At least I tried to feed her. Next time I’ll feed her Caesar salads and other boring shit so neither of you can complain. She’s a spoiled little thing, isn’t she?”

My stomach grumbles, and I blush. I shouldn’t be picky, not when I know that even the food Slayer’s offered is better than most of what they get at Ntimacy. But I’ve never eaten that crap before, and I don’t want to start now.

“She can be picky. We need to make sure she gets her nutrition,” Giulio admonishes. “For the baby.”

Yeah.

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