Chapter 57 Noelle #2
The sight of them, combined with the strange, potent cocktail coursing through her veins, sent a fresh jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to her already soaked pussy.
Suddenly, Noelle had never felt so needy…
or so empty. A vivid, unbidden image flashed in her mind—she saw herself dropping to her knees right there on the cold stone floor and taking both of them into her mouth at once, just as she had on the auction stage at the Flesh Bazaar.
She wanted to taste them…to feel their weight on her tongue…
to hear their groans as she sucked them both…
She fought the feeling, clenching her fists, but it was a losing battle. The pink drink was stripping away her inhibitions…amplifying every carnal impulse and filling her with a desperate sexual need.
She could tell Bright and Burn were equally affected.
Both were looking at her now, their earlier reluctance burned away by a predatory, half-lidded hunger.
She could almost smell their desire—a hot, masculine scent of clean sweat and dark, spicy musk that burned her nose and made her feel weak in the knees with a lust so profound it was dizzying.
“Good—now the three of you ought to be feeling it, aren’t you, my piggy-wigs?” Thune crooned from his couch, taking a long, noisy slurp of wine from his skull-tankard. Without waiting for a reply, he waved the remote. “Now, let’s have another look.”
The camera drone rose and flew in another slow circle around the three of them, its lens zooming in on both Kindred’s erect cocks.
“Hmm, very impressive equipment for such small humanoids,” the middle head remarked.
“But which is biggest? It’s hard to tell…
one of you is longer…” The drone hovered directly in front of Bright for a moment.
“But the other is thicker.” The drone switched to a view of Burn.
“Hmm…we wonder which of you fits best into your little female’s tight pussy?
Maybe we ought to find out.” He waved the pain collar remote at them.
“Go on, get on the mattress. Right in the center. Yes, that’s right. ”
They moved stiffly to obey—the drug they’d all ingested and the threat of their pain collars forcing their compliance. The black fabric of the mattress was cool and slightly rough against Noelle’s bare skin as she knelt in the center.
“Now you—“ Thune pointed a thick, dirty finger at Noelle. “On your back and spread your legs.”
Noelle’s heart felt like it was going to explode.
Oh God, is this really happening? Am I really going to have to spread my legs and make a porn film for this perverted monster?
Shame warred with the relentless, chemically-induced throb of need between her thighs.
Better that than getting shocked again, whispered a little voice in her head—a voice that sounded suspiciously turned on.
She looked up at Bright and Burn, who were standing over her, their hard cocks level with her face. The sight was almost enough to make her come untouched. Gods, she felt so empty inside—so needy.
“You don’t have to do this, baby,” Burn’s voice was hoarse, strained with the effort of fighting both the drug and his own protective instincts.
“Yes, I do,” Noelle answered, her own voice coming out breathy and wanton. “Unless we all want to get shocked.”
Swallowing hard, she lay back on the mattress.
The stone ceiling was lost in shadow, the harsh lights creating a stark, dramatic pool around the huge black mattress.
Slowly, feeling the eyes of the drone and the Trollox upon her, Noelle let her knees fall apart, spreading her thighs wide, exposing herself completely.
The cool air hit her wet, swollen folds, and she shuddered, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk.
I’m so wet…so ready. This is wrong, so wrong, but I can’t help needing it.
The camera drone buzzed lower, positioning itself for a perfect, obscene close-up.
On the viewscreen across the room, she saw herself magnified—a woman in a porn vid, with her large, full breasts…
her tight, aching nipples…and the glistening, berry-dark flesh of her pussy laid bare for anyone to see.
It was mortifying, yet a dark, secret part of her was fascinated…watching the screen and seeing the evidence of her own arousal gleaming on her inner lips.
“Now you,” the Trollox motioned at Bright with the remote. “Let’s see you enter her—I want to watch you fill her up with that nice big cock of yours. Really make her tummy bulge.”
Bright looked down at her, his hazel-green eyes a turbulent storm of lust, reluctance, and a deep, ingrained horror.
Noelle knew how the Kindred felt about forcing a woman—they abhorred any kind of rape. It was against their code of conduct and, more fundamentally, woven into their very DNA. They were physically and psychologically incapable of harming a female.
But if they didn’t do this, Thune would subject them all to a world of pain. The remote was a tangible promise of that agony.
She saw the conflict tearing the Light Twin apart. Reaching up, she placed a trembling hand on his muscular thigh.
“It’s all right,” she whispered, the words meant for him alone, though she knew the drone would probably pick them up. The drug pulsed through her, making the words feel like a truth. “Come on, Bright—I…I don’t mind.”
“You should mind, my lady.” His voice came out sounding bleak and harsh. “You should mind that I’m about to fuck you against your will.”
Noelle took a shaky breath, her gaze dropping to his hard length and then back to his tormented eyes.
“It’s not against my will. I need you, Bright. Please…put yourself inside me.”