Debauched Desires Bundle: (Rough BDSM MMF)

by Claudia Balvenie

  A cough sounded from the shadows.

  “Ours to enjoy,” she corrected.

  She used her fingertips on the left nipple, rolling it in a small circle and teasing it out. Then she would pull it just a bit, while sucking on the other. Morigana turned her head in shame. It disgusted her that her enemy could do this to her, and her body would react as if she enjoyed such.

  The girl switched breasts, her fingers moving to the wet right one to play with it, while her mouth moved to the left. She got more daring then, using her teeth against the tender nipple. She'd been just running them along, teasing the same way she had with her fingers until finally she pulled a lot more of her breast into her mouth, biting down then, hard enough to break the skin.

  Morigana shrieked into her gag. The woman below just laughed and began to lick the blood from her breast.

  “Come now, Sorceress. This is not even a taste of the pain that is to come.”

  She smacked each breast once again for good measure. She pulled her knife from her belt and held it up to Morigana.

  “What shall I do with this, hmm? What do you think you deserve, Mistress of the Slaughter? I should carve you into tiny little pieces and feed you to my pigs.” She put the knife up to the other woman's throat. “I could end your life right now.”

  They locked eyes for a long moment before Ariana looked away first. She once again looked to Lord Blackwell, who had set his glass of wine down. Instead, barely made out in the shadow, she could see his hand slowly stroking up and down. He approved.

  Arianna guided the knife behind Morigana, and trailed it slowly down her spine, all the way to the skirts that she still wore. The girl deftly slipped it underneath the waist and hacked all the way down.

  Morigana hung nude in front of Lord Blackwell, only her black heels left from the clothing she'd been wearing when caught. Her black hair fell nearly to her back but did nothing to hide her shame. Her body lay bare for both of their wanton eyes.

  “No small clothes, Sorceress? No, of course not. No whore like you would.”

  Arianna's hands darted between Morigana's legs. She found the bare mound there, and pushed it open, knowing exactly where that delicate spot was. She rubbed it deftly and watched Morigana shudder in both shame and pleasure. Then she dipped her fingers deeper, straight into Morigana's hole. When she pulled the two fingers out, she held the out to Lord Blackwell. She pulled them apart to demonstrate the wetness. “See how the harlot responds, my Lord?”

  His voice sounded different, hoarse. “Lower her.” He commanded.

  She immediately moved to his command. Morigana fell to her knees though her arms were still tied above her head.

  Arianna moved behind her and took a good chunk of hair into her hands. She tilted the other woman's head back, knowing exactly what was coming. She jerked the gag from Morigana's mouth.

  Lord Blackwell moved forward, his staff leading the way. Before she could even register it, he'd crossed the steps from his shadow and was stuffing his dick straight into Morigana's recently vacated mouth. She tried to struggle, tried to bite, tried anything she could, but the other woman's hold was too strong. And Lord Blackwell was quite well endowed.

  It was not so much the girth, as she was still able to breathe around him, but the sheer length was staggering. The woman behind her kept her hair tight while literally pulling down Morigana's jaw to make more room. She knew the two must have been practiced at this, because she was at just the right angle for the obscenely long cock to continue straight down her throat.

  The woman was excited by that too. When his balls finally settled on her chin, she reached forward to grab Morigana's neck and squeeze. “I can feel you, my Lord, right there in her throat.”

  He reached forward, with a still armored hand, and touched Arianna's cheek. They shared a smile before he began to pump in and out of Morigana's throat in earnest.

  “This...” he began, between thrusts. “Is what you deserve. You deserved to be fucked by everyone whom you've hurt, everyone who's lives you've ruined.” He pounded down into her throat, deeply, brutally, bruising her. She struggled, but the other woman's hold was still tight.

  Over and over he thrust inside, and she felt moisture form in her eyes. He was so deep and she had no way to escape. It was enough to make her nether regions soaked.

  “I will make sure you pay.” He said, gasping out the words. A final deep thrust and he exploded, deep into her throat, coating her esophagus. She tried to gag, tried to force him out, but the other woman's hold forced her to swallow every drop.

  Finally, slowly, he pulled his extremely long dick from her throat. He slowly wiped it clean on her cheeks. He nodded to Arianna.

  “That was the first of several tortures, Sorceress. Do not think that this will be over anytime soon.”

  He turned and walked into the shadow, leaving her alone with Arianna.

  CHAPTER 6

  She was just collecting her breath after the brutal ordeal she'd just faced when Arianna began pulling her rope back into the air. She was once again suspended with only her toes able to reach the ground. It did nothing to relieve the stress that mounted in her arms.

  Her tormentor cared nothing for her pain. Arianna had pulled a three pronged whip into view. She held it up to Morigana's eyes and waved it back and forth.

  “Time for the next round to begin. How is your pain tolerance?” She smiled cruelly.

  Morigana raised her eyes to meet the other woman's. “You style yourself a hero, little girl. But you are no different from any of the rest of us. You do this to please yourself, and no other.”

  Arianna quickly spit directly into Morigana's face. Morigana allowed no outward reaction, but kept her hostile gaze unwaveringly upon Arianna. She continued, “You are no better than I. At least I was trying to keep my master safe. You act only upon vengeance.”

  The anger flared in Arianna's eyes and she immediately went behind Morigana, the whip cutting into her bottom. Morigana cried out in pain, but continued her taunting. “Really, girl, do you think this will bring your people back?” Arianna whipped her again, harder, Morigana grit her teeth to keep from crying out. “Do you think it will restore your kingdom?” Another whip, even harder. “Do you think it will return your father?”

  That one stopped her in her tracks. She heard the whip fall, and felt the air change. Behind her, Lord Blackwell must have re-emerged from the shadows. She used the distraction to try to reach for her magic. It was only an arrows poison she knew. With the length of time they were taking, she knew it had to wear off.

  There, something! A flash, deep inside of her. It was coming back, she knew. She need only hold on until it had fully returned and then she would make them both pay.

  Suddenly she felt the rope above her loosening and her legs kicked out from under her. She was forced to her knees once more, with her hands still suspended over her. Another crack from the whip, and she shrieked aloud. This one was much harder than before.

  “Your cries are hurting my ears,” Arianna said. She moved back in front of Morigana. Another whip tore into her flesh. Clearly Lord Blackwell had taken over the punishment. “I feel the need to quiet that tongue of yours.”

  Arianna pulled her peasants dress up to reveal her own perfectly manicured blond hair surrounding a tight little slit. She pulled Morigana's face directly into it.

  “Please me, Sorceress.” The whip cracked into her back again.

  She had no choice. She darted her tongue between the woman's lips, parting them and teasing them the way that the other woman had her own breasts. Again, the whip sounded. She flinched. Arianna had grabbed Morigana's thick black waves into a tight grip. “Do not be distracted. You have a job to do.”

  And so she set her mind to it. It was difficult without the use of her hands, and more so by the constant distraction Lord Blackwell made with his whipping. He would whip several times in a row, the tails cutting into her flesh, then let her wait and get back into pleasuring Arianna. Th
en as soon as Arianna began to moan in desire, he would lay the whip across her rear, or some other place that it had not yet touched.

  Morigana knew how to please a woman, how to let it build, how to draw little circles in just the right place but not quite touch. She knew how to pay attention to everywhere except that most delicate of places. She could sense Arianna's enjoyment, the way her legs trembled before her.

  That's when she noticed that she had not been whipped in several minutes. Suddenly she felt armored hands on either side of her waist, adjusting how she'd been kneeling. Her rear was pulled backward, and suddenly, the long dick that had so recently been exploring her throat was probing directly into her ass.

  She tried to wiggle free, but her head was pushed hard against Arianna's slit, her arms were held suspended above her, and Lord Blackwell had a firm hand holding her waist. It was only a short amount of time before he worked his already lubricated dick into her tight ass. She felt the over sized head enter with a pop.

  She wondered if Arianna was even aware of what was happening to her, as her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her legs trembling. Lord Blackwell continued to slowly work his lengthy cock into her butt, gaining a little headway, then pulling back to the head, and forcing it in again. He seemed to be stuck inside by his wide head, though it was the length that she feared. Surely there was not enough room for him back there.

  But he was enjoying exploring. He took his time. Though it was not a particularly comfortable sensation, he did not make it painful. She was able to concentrate on what her tongue was doing, instead of what was being done to her.

  Finally, she felt his balls touch down. She was afraid to move, he was so deep inside. He wiggled just a bit as if to make more room, and a deep moan escaped his throat.

  Arianna realized what was going on, and opened her eyes to see him buried deep into Morigana's ass. This was apparently just what she needed to see, and Morigana dove straight for her clit, repeatedly attacking it with her tongue. Arianna dissolved into orgasm, her legs trembling above her.

  This set Lord Blackwell off. He began to pump furiously, despite his so recent evacuation, she knew he was close to finishing again. Arianna shrieked and kept shoving Morigana's head against her clit, over and over until Lord Blackwell finally buried himself deep inside her asshole and sprayed himself all along her walls. Arianna, finally collapsed at the same time her Lord did, falling to her knees and letting her dress cover her.

  CHAPTER 7

  While the two of them were basking in pleasure, Morigana began to furiously reach for her magic. The flame, what drove her powers, she felt it there. It was just waiting to be fanned. And so she closed her eyes and put all of her power towards it.

  Blackwell behind her made a loud popping noise when he removed himself from her ass. It was then she knew that they no longer had her.

  With a rush of black lightening, she felt her bonds break above her. She rose to her feet, the power surging through her body, making her eyes glow. No longer was she in pain, no longer was she in anyone's control.

  Arianna realized what had happened first. She reached for her sword, but Morigana held up a hand and the woman froze stiff. She chuckled softly. “You should have killed me when you had a chance.”

  Lord Blackwell tried to get to his feet, but the heavy armor made it a difficult prospect. She froze him as well as he was trying to rise.

  She laughed darkly. “You thought to humiliate me by betraying my nudity. You thought that your depraved sex acts would be enough to destroy my spirit. You were so very, very wrong.”

  A click of her fingers and Arianna clothing was shredded. She now stood nude n front of them. Morigana laughed in delight as she moved to the younger woman, slowly tracing her fingers along the other woman's trim body. She squeeze the woman's small, perky breasts in her hand and pinched the nipple. She rubbed her own, far larger, breasts against the woman's.

  “Now you are nude in front of your Lord. Are you ashamed?” Morigana pinched the girls nipple, and watched as she flushed through her whole body.

  The magic still allowed them to speak, though the girl could not nod. “Yes.”

  “Good. You deserve a taste of your own medicine. You were so careful not to betray your body to him, only to me. Why? Are you awaiting your wedding night?”

  Arianna's eyes went wide with embarrassment and fear. “I.. I don't...”

  Her dark laughter echoed. “Yes you do. But you are too far below your Lord, you know this? You are not high born.”

  “I...”

  “You can love him all you will, but he will never return it.”

  Tears began to stream down her eyes. “He could change, he might, if he were in love.”

  She turned her eyes to Lord Blackwell, who was still clad all in his armor, save his codpiece which had disappeared far earlier in the evening. Despite finishing twice already, he stood rock hard and long in front of them.

  “He is in lust, girl. Lust. You shall never be his bride.”

  Morigana turned then, and moved towards the chair that he'd so recently occupied. She sat down and spread her legs. A gesture of the hand and the magic pulled Arianna to her knees in front of her.

  “A gift for you. As you taste me, you too may taste the seed of your beloved.”

  Arianna's actions were completely controlled by Morigana's powers. She leaned forward, her tongue darting back and forth exactly the way that Morigana's magic prescribed. She lay back, closing her eyes, knowing that she was safe from any sort of retaliation from the woman.

  She arched her back into Arianna's lips, trying to get a better and deeper rhythm going when a thought occurred to her.

  “Perhaps I shall give you a second gift.” She made another gesture and Lord Blackwell came free from his stasis. Arianna could not see what was going on, she was deep into pleasing Morigana.

  “You see, I too had to rise above my station in life.” Morigana continued. “And while I could never be good enough to be a wife, I was able to still be with the one I loved.”

  A quick stabbing from behind, and Lord Blackwell had thrust his entire length into what was no doubt Arianna's tight, peasant womb. Arianna tried to break free, to cry out, but Morigana's powers left no ability for either of them to change. All the could do was keep at it.

  Morigana felt her own excitement rise. She was close. Normally she would keep drawing it out, but the sight of such depravity behind her was too much for her. The peasant had no doubt treasured her virginity, planing to give it to her Lord once they had said the words. That would never happen now. She tumbled over the abyss, her orgasm causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her legs trembled and clutched around Arianna's head as she kept her pinned in, orgasm after orgasm rocking her body.

  She dropped her magic on Lord Blackwell though he did not seem to notice. He thrust in over and over to Arianna's tight hole, finally screaming out as he came for the third time that night.

  CHAPTER 8

  Emi awoke several hours later, tucked into bed and being spooned by Lori, who was in turned being spooned by Blackwell. She had never bothered to learn his name, and felt no reason to do so. They'd been extremely pleasant but she had others to conquer.

  She wiggled free of the bed, causing Lori to turn and fall back into her man's arms. Emi figured the two of them had been married for quite a while, no doubt they were just looking to spice up their relationship. Two people who'd only been dating very rarely were able to come up with such a complete story as those two did the night before.

  Even Emi had her rules. One of those was to never let a married man come inside of her pussy which is why she had come up with the whole magic returning scenario. It just rubbed her the wrong way, so she avoided it. Simple enough.

  Before she snuck back to her room she had to wander about and collect all the pieces of her costume. Most were only slightly damaged, but the corset would take far too long to put back together. She chuckled and found a T-shirt that the fellow had no doub
t been wearing under his armor. She put it over her head, and luckily, it was big enough to fall to her mid thigh.

  Before she snuck out, she took the little pen and paper and wrote them a message.

  “You were both incredible. I had a wonderful evening. Please know that I shall not forget this night. I hope that you both will treasure it as well. You are a beautiful couple, and I hope all the best for you.

  “P.S., I stole one of your T-shirts.”

  She laughed softly and quietly let herself out the door. It was time to go back to her room, clean up, rest, and get ready for whatever adventure she had for the next night. The con had only just begun!