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I whimpered around Sven’s cock, the reality of our situation hitting me anew. We weren’t just play-acting now—we had to create a narrative that would determine our fate in the eyes of some of the most dangerous people in the world.

“If you want to live in luxury,” Sven added, his voice growing harsher, “you’ll take your whipping well, and then you’ll show your owner how much you love to eat each other’s cunts and asses.”

My hips jerked involuntarily at his crude words, a jolt of arousal shooting through me. The thought of being forced to pleasure Camille, of having her tongue explore my most shameful place, brought the same confusing mix of shame and need I had felt so many times over the last days—but with a dismaying twist: I felt the strange necessity to… to pretend that I was pretending, though that made no sense at all to my rational mind. Something in me longed to enjoy my submission while making it clear that Ididn’tenjoy it, didn’t need it.

“Should we come in their mouths?” Erik asked. “Or do we have time to fuck the cunts and the asses too?”

CHAPTER25

Sven

I held myself in Mary’s sweet mouth at full length, as if pausing to contemplate Erik’s question. My littlevölvagagged and whimpered around my thick shaft, her emerald eyes wide as she gazed up at me. The sight of her like this—on her knees, completely at my mercy—sent a primal thrill through me.

“No,” I replied, my voice rough with lust. “If Monsieur Beaumont sees that their cunts and asses look like we fucked them before he did, he might be unhappy. We’ll come down their throats to take the edge off. Then after we shoot the video we can do as we like before we deliver them.”

As I spoke, I felt no guilt or hesitation about using Mary this way. I knew, with bone-deep certainty, that this was exactly what she needed. Her body craved domination, hungered for the exquisite blend of pleasure and pain that only a skilled master could provide. And I was more than happy to give her what she needed.

I began to move again, fucking Mary’s face with long, deep strokes. Her throat convulsed around me as she struggled to take my full length, but I didn’t relent. This was part of her training, after all. She needed to learn to suppress her gag reflex, to take whatever her master chose to give her.

As I used her mouth, my mind drifted to the events that had led us here. In just two days we had taken these girls—naive college students with no real understanding of their own needs and desires—and molded them into sexual operatives capable of infiltrating one of the most dangerous organizations in the world. It testified to their innate submissive nature, but also to their native mental talents—as well as to our skill as dominants.

We hadn’t broken these girls; we had freed them to find the worlds that lay within their hearts and minds. We had given them the tools to understand and embrace their deepest desires, to harness the power of their submission in service of a far greater vision.

Mary’s muffled moans brought me back to the present moment. I could feel her arousal growing, her body responding to the rough treatment despite her mind’s protests. This was the essence of her training—teaching her body to crave domination so deeply that it would override any lingering doubt or hesitation.

“That’s it, whore,” I growled, tightening my grip on her hair as I uttered words so oft-repeated that they became a ritual of their own. “Take it all. Show me how much you need this.”

And she did need it. I could see it in the flush spreading across her pale skin, in the way her hips rocked unconsciously, seeking friction that wasn’t there. Even as tears streamed down her face from the force of my thrusts, her body betrayed her true desires.

I glanced over at Erik, who was using Camille’s mouth with equal vigor. His face was a mask of concentration, but I could see the same understanding in his eyes.

Looking down again at Mary with my rigid cock in her mouth, I found myself enchanted at the obscene beauty of the sight. Her lips stretched wide around my thick shaft, glistening with saliva. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, instinctively trying to please me.

I noticed that she had lowered her eyes as if in reverence. While part of me appreciated this display of submission, I wanted—no, needed—to see the conflict in her gaze.

“Look up at me, slut,” I commanded, my voice rough with arousal.

Mary whimpered around my thrusting shaft, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through my core. Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her eyes to meet mine. Her face had gone beet red with embarrassment, a charming blush that extended down her neck to her heaving breasts. The sight of her internal struggle, knowing that her body craved what her mind still fought against, sent a primal thrill through me.

As our eyes locked, I saw Mary’s hips jerk involuntarily. Even with no stimulation, her body was responding to the act of servicing me. I couldn’t help but smile, a predatory grin that made her shiver visibly.

“That’s it, my little whore,” I growled, never breaking eye contact. “Your cunt is aching for attention, isn’t it? Even as I use your mouth, your needy little pussy is clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.”

Mary’s eyes widened at my crude words, a fresh wave of shame coloring her cheeks. But I also saw her pupils dilate with arousal, her breathing becoming more ragged around my cock.

“You’re learning so quickly,” I continued, punctuating my words with deep thrusts. “Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet. Soon, you’ll beg for this. You’ll crave your master’s cock, his hand, his belt—anything I choose to give you.”

As I spoke, I could feel my own arousal building. The sight of Mary on her knees, the wet heat of her mouth, the knowledge of how thoroughly I had claimed her—all pushed me toward the edge.

“I’m going to come down your throat now, slut,” I told her, my voice a bit strained with the effort of holding back. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like the good little whore you are.”

“Don’t bother pretending you don’t like this,” Erik said, his eyes fixed on Camille’s pretty face as he held himself deep inside her mouth. “Our cocks down your throats, and whatever your new master is going to give you.”

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Mary

My heart pounded as Erik’s words registered through the haze of arousal and shame clouding my mind. To my dismay, I had the sudden, almost irrepressible urge to put my hand between my thighs and play with myself.

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