“I don't want to get my hands dirty,” Ahzrukhal started off conversationally, wiggling his fingers in show, “Stake my claim for me would you Charon?” It wasn't a question, it was an order. Charon looked away as he dragged her hips half off the table, standing between her splayed thighs as they tensed under his ruined hands.
“Let's feel what the icy bitch is like on the inside, shall we?” When Charon paused, his mind trying to run through the exact context in which way he meant, Ahzrukhal gave a huff, “Finger the cunt until she does...something...”
Charon caught a shaky breath come in and out of her, breasts heaving again as her wet gaze turned to the side. There was little struggle anymore, as though she'd accepted her fate with little else to do but make things more difficult for only herself. Another bruise was welling under her right eye where he'd smacked her anyhow. Quickly Charon wiped the blood from his nose and pushed a hand between her breasts, locking her down on the table in case of another surprise uprising.
With his hips between her legs, he could see all of her. Once more he tried to imagine this in another scenario, but she whimpered when his fingers ran down her hip, smearing unintentionally his own blood down her thigh. There was no ignoring the situation for what it really was.
Ahzrukhal made an impatient sound in the back of his throat, and Charon drove a finger inside the girl, noting how dry she was and uncomfortably tight. A short inhale and keen was all she responded with as he curled and wedged a second digit inside, hoping her body would relent so she didn't rip when the inevitable occurred...if he could even go through with it. His own body was far from excited about the prospect...
A quiver ran up her stomach and Charon heard her make a sound much like a gag as he stretched his fingers inside with as little concern as he could muster. If she would only stretch, he thought with a withheld sneer. If only she would stop clamping down on his fingers and quivering, maybe it would be over soon.
“I know it's been awhile Charon, but no man forgets about the button,” his employer's humor filled tone was filthy enough without the words, “turn her on. I want to watch her come against her will.”
As ordered, Charon ignored the small struggle she gave – back arching and thighs trying to close – before pushing a thumb to her clit and swirling in conjunction with his working fingers. Gradually she was loosening, wetting and making the worst sounds behind that cloth gag.
“Yess...” Ahzrukhal moaned.
Every now and then she'd go very still under his touch, relax and twitch with another terrified moan. Charon watched where he touched her, unable to look away without slipping away from her clit. She was wet...and soft and...she was coming whether she liked it or not. Her thighs shook and her ribs expanded with that pathetic choke he'd had the displeasure of hearing before.
Hot insides sucked on his fingers and immediately he withdrew them, feeling burned and unable to ignore how her fluids dripped from his digits to the floor.
A glance over her shown the thin sheen of sweat, bouncing orange light off her curves as she gazed in a twilight at the ceiling.
Steps caught Charon's attention from her glassy stare. Ahzrukhal stepped, with all consuming power to the table at her side, looking at her breathing heavily in a stupor. “She's almost beautiful like this, isn't she. Damaged, humiliated...coming down from a high she didn't ask for. You did a good job Charon...and good work comes with it's rewards”
The slimy son of a bitch gave Charon a smirk as he pushed damp hair from the girls forehead, bouncing back with a short chuckle when she withdrew from the touch like a snake bite; hissing behind the gag.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 5/?
“Let's feel what the icy bitch is like on the inside, shall we?” When Charon paused, his mind trying to run through the exact context in which way he meant, Ahzrukhal gave a huff, “Finger the cunt until she does...something...”
Charon caught a shaky breath come in and out of her, breasts heaving again as her wet gaze turned to the side. There was little struggle anymore, as though she'd accepted her fate with little else to do but make things more difficult for only herself. Another bruise was welling under her right eye where he'd smacked her anyhow. Quickly Charon wiped the blood from his nose and pushed a hand between her breasts, locking her down on the table in case of another surprise uprising.
With his hips between her legs, he could see all of her. Once more he tried to imagine this in another scenario, but she whimpered when his fingers ran down her hip, smearing unintentionally his own blood down her thigh. There was no ignoring the situation for what it really was.
Ahzrukhal made an impatient sound in the back of his throat, and Charon drove a finger inside the girl, noting how dry she was and uncomfortably tight. A short inhale and keen was all she responded with as he curled and wedged a second digit inside, hoping her body would relent so she didn't rip when the inevitable occurred...if he could even go through with it. His own body was far from excited about the prospect...
A quiver ran up her stomach and Charon heard her make a sound much like a gag as he stretched his fingers inside with as little concern as he could muster. If she would only stretch, he thought with a withheld sneer. If only she would stop clamping down on his fingers and quivering, maybe it would be over soon.
“I know it's been awhile Charon, but no man forgets about the button,” his employer's humor filled tone was filthy enough without the words, “turn her on. I want to watch her come against her will.”
As ordered, Charon ignored the small struggle she gave – back arching and thighs trying to close – before pushing a thumb to her clit and swirling in conjunction with his working fingers. Gradually she was loosening, wetting and making the worst sounds behind that cloth gag.
“Yess...” Ahzrukhal moaned.
Every now and then she'd go very still under his touch, relax and twitch with another terrified moan. Charon watched where he touched her, unable to look away without slipping away from her clit. She was wet...and soft and...she was coming whether she liked it or not. Her thighs shook and her ribs expanded with that pathetic choke he'd had the displeasure of hearing before.
Hot insides sucked on his fingers and immediately he withdrew them, feeling burned and unable to ignore how her fluids dripped from his digits to the floor.
A glance over her shown the thin sheen of sweat, bouncing orange light off her curves as she gazed in a twilight at the ceiling.
Steps caught Charon's attention from her glassy stare. Ahzrukhal stepped, with all consuming power to the table at her side, looking at her breathing heavily in a stupor. “She's almost beautiful like this, isn't she. Damaged, humiliated...coming down from a high she didn't ask for. You did a good job Charon...and good work comes with it's rewards”
The slimy son of a bitch gave Charon a smirk as he pushed damp hair from the girls forehead, bouncing back with a short chuckle when she withdrew from the touch like a snake bite; hissing behind the gag.