Chapter 16 #2
I lifted my tear-streaked face from the bedding, meeting her hungry gaze as Colonel Quinst began to push forward with inexorable pressure. The burning stretch was overwhelming—even with Betty’s careful preparation, his massive girth felt impossible to accommodate.
“Oh… oh, no… I…” I gasped, my voice raw with desperation. “I can’t… Guardian. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he said firmly, his voice a firm command. “You’ve done this before. Your body knows how to yield to a man as it should.”
He continued pressing forward with patient persistence, each inch sending waves of burning sensation through my core. When he finally seated himself completely inside me, his lap against my bottom, I screamed into the sheets, my entire body trembling with the overwhelming fullness.
“Beautiful,” Betty breathed, her eyes fixed on my face with fascination. “Look how she takes you, John. Every inch.”
Colonel Quinst remained still for a moment, allowing my body to adjust to his possession. Then he began to move with the same measured precision he seemed to bring to everything, withdrawing slowly before driving deep again with controlled force.
“Now,” he said, his voice thick with arousal as he established a rhythm, “let’s see how well you can serve your Mistress with your anus full of cock.”
Betty smiled with predatory satisfaction, moving to position herself against the headboard with her legs spread wide. “Come here, Viola. Put that clever mouth to proper use while your Guardian masters your bottom.”
The degrading command sent another surge of shameful heat through me, but I obeyed without hesitation, leaning forward to place my face between Betty’s thighs.
Her musky scent filled my senses as I began to serve her with my tongue, each thrust from her husband driving me deeper into her welcoming pussy.
“That’s it,” she gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. “Just like that… oh, you’re such a quick learner…”
The dual sensation was overwhelming—Colonel Quinst’s thick shaft claiming my bottom with increasing intensity while I worked desperately to please his wife with my mouth. I felt completely consumed, used from both ends by these strangers who had taken such total control of my body.
“She’s becoming quite the little slut,” Colonel Quinst observed, his voice strained with arousal as he drove into my bottom with increasing force. “Look how eagerly she serves you while taking my cock in her ass.”
I moaned against Betty’s pussy, the vibrations making her cry out as her thighs trembled around my face. The colonel’s words evoked new humiliation even as my body responded with traitorous enthusiasm to his degrading assessment.
“John,” Betty gasped, her voice breathless as I continued to work my tongue between her folds while her husband claimed my bottom with relentless force. “I think… I think she should be allowed to come. She’s serving so beautifully.”
Colonel Quinst’s rhythm never faltered as he considered his wife’s request, his thick shaft driving deep into my stretched passage with each thrust. “You think she’s earned it?” he asked, his voice carrying that same note of assessment even as his breathing grew rougher in his pleasure.
“Yes,” Betty moaned, her hips grinding against my face as her own climax approached. “She’s learning so well… taking you so perfectly while pleasuring me… oh, God, yes, just like that, Viola, you dirty little whore.”
I felt a surge of desperate hope at their exchange, my body trembling with the need for release that had been building since the colonel had withdrawn from my sex.
The dual stimulation of his cock in my bottom and the shameful thrill of serving Betty with my mouth had brought me to the very edge of climax, but I knew better than to seek completion without permission.
“Very well,” Colonel Quinst said with evident satisfaction. “I’ll activate the stimulation on her governor. Let’s see how she responds to real encouragement.”
I heard him take hold of his handheld with one hand while maintaining his grip on my hip with the other, never pausing in his devastating rhythm. The device chimed softly as he accessed the governor’s controls, and then suddenly my world exploded into sensation.
The stimulation began at a level that made me scream into Betty’s soaking, hot pussy, my entire body convulsing as waves of electric pleasure crashed through my core.
The governor’s targeted vibration combined with the fullness of the colonel’s cock to create a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to shatter my sanity.
“Perfect,” Colonel Quinst breathed, his own control beginning to slip as my bottom clenched rhythmically around his shaft. “She’s gripping me like a vise now. The device is making her even tighter.”
Betty’s thighs trembled around my face as my muffled cries of pleasure vibrated against her most sensitive places. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her hands tightening in my hair. “Make me come while you’re coming, Viola. I want to feel you scream…”
The colonel increased the governor’s intensity, and I felt myself hurtling toward the precipice of the most devastating climax of my life. My body was no longer my own—it belonged entirely to the sensations they were creating, to the shame and pleasure that had become indistinguishable.
“Beg for it,” Colonel Quinst commanded, his voice rough with approaching completion. “Beg to come with my cock in your ass while you service my wife.”
I lifted my face from Betty’s flesh just long enough to sob out the words they demanded: “Please, Guardian! Please let me come! I need to come with your cock in my bottom! Please, please, I’m begging you!
” I screamed, my voice breaking with desperation as the governor’s relentless stimulation pushed me beyond all endurance.
“Please let me come on your cock while I serve Mistress! I need it so much!”
“Now,” Colonel Quinst growled, his control finally shattering as his own climax approached. “Come for us, Viola. Show us what a perfect little whore you’ve become.”
The permission unleashed everything I had been holding back.
My orgasm tore through me with such devastating force that I thought I might actually die from the intensity.
Every muscle in my body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my bottom clenching rhythmically around the colonel’s thick shaft while my mouth worked frantically against Betty’s sex.
Betty’s own climax followed moments later, her cries echoing through the bedroom as she shuddered against my face. The taste of her release filled my mouth as she ground herself harder against my tongue, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks.
Colonel Quinst’s rhythm became erratic as his own completion approached. “Powers,” he gasped, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. “She’s milking me… I’m going to…”
He drove deep one final time, his shaft pulsing as he spilled himself inside my bottom with a groan of satisfaction.
The feeling of being filled so intimately while the governor continued its maddening stimulation sent another smaller climax rippling through me, making me whimper against Betty’s still-sensitive flesh.
When it was over, we collapsed together on the tangled sheets, all three of us breathing heavily in the aftermath. Colonel Quinst remained buried inside me for long moments, his hands stroking my trembling flanks with surprising gentleness.
“Extraordinary,” he murmured finally, slowly withdrawing from my stretched passage. The emptiness left me feeling oddly bereft, my body still humming with residual pleasure. “Betty, I believe our student has exceeded all expectations.”
Betty smiled with maternal pride as she helped me turn over, my bound wrists finally showing signs of strain from the prolonged restraint. “She’s a natural submissive,” she agreed, stroking my sweat-dampened hair. “Prince Hendren chose very well indeed.”