Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches him adjust his cock, lining it up at her entrance. She's never taken anyone like this before, but something about the forbidden thrill of it all only serves to heighten her arousal. With a shaky exhale, she nods once, giving him permission.
His hips thrust forward, pushing inside her in one powerful motion.
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A cry tears from her throat as he fills her up, stretching her in ways that feel both alien and incredibly right. He pauses for a moment, taking in a deep breath as their bodies are joined, savoring the feel of being so close to her. Then, with a groan, he begins to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into her again.
Her eyes settle on a small box sitting on the nightstand, half-hidden behind a lamp. It's her emergency inhaler; it might be able to counteract some of the effects of the drugs if she can just reach it... With a shaking hand, Olivia reaches out towards the box, her fingers closing around its cold metal surface. She draws in a sharp breath, preparing herself for the rush of relief that should come from using it...
I doing sex to her.
"Mmmph... oh gods... yes... please..." moans incoherently as you have sex with her "So good... so deep..." grinds against you desperately "Fill me up... mark me as yours..." whimpers and cries out in pleasure
Three days later, Olivia returns to the hall, her stomach churning with dread as she approaches the scene of unspeakable depravity. The maids lie broken and defeated, their bodies bearing the scars of countless violations. The men continue their relentless assault, showing no mercy or compassion as they claim their victims anew.
They're still... Still doing it. After three days...
maids are covered in cum
She takes in the sight before her, her mind reeling in disbelief at what she sees. The maids are covered from head to toe in semen, their once-proud figures reduced to little more than living fuck-dolls for these monstrous men to use however they please.
I can't believe this... I just can't...
"Oh," Olivia says with a pleased smile, "that's wonderful to hear!" She leans in closer, pressing her body against yours as she nibbles lightly on your earlobe. "I'm so happy you trust me." Her hand slips lower, cupping your crotch through the fabric of your pants. "And I promise," she whispers breathily, "it will be worth it."
He breathes out huskily as he feels her hand on his crotch, his bulge twitches as she does so
"Mmm," Olivia hums in response, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she feels you begin to respond to her touch. She starts to rock her hips against yours, grinding their bodies together as she continues to stroke your crotch through your pants. The servant at the bottom of the stairs watches with interest, a small smirk playing at the corners of her mask as she observes Olivia's increasing dominance over you.
"That's it,"
"Well, my dear," Olivia says, taking a sip of her wine, "I think it's time we discussed the arrangements in more detail. As I mentioned earlier, I would like you to help me out around the house. But that's not all- I also have some specific requests that might require more... intimate attention." She smiles coyly, gesturing for the servants to bring your dessert. "Of course, I assure you that nothing will ever cross the line into anything too uncomfortable or unpleasant.
“So helping you intimately?”