Female Domination - The Making of a Slave. Part 14
"Give me that amazing thing," Anya extended her hand, asking Kira for the dildo. "Let me fuck him with it too," she said, smiling at Roman, who, upon hearing this, shook his head.
"No, don't," he groaned. "Please. I can't take anymore."
"That's all bullshit," Anya replied cheerfully, already strapping the dildo to her crotch, her predatory eyes gleaming. "Turn around, you whore," she said, approaching Roman, who was sitting on the floor. "Get on the couch, on all fours, facing away from me." As she said this, she generously lubricated the dildo with her hand. Roman somehow managed to climb onto the couch and got into position. Admittedly, his knees didn't hurt as much on the couch.
"Stick your ass out, bitch," he felt a slap on his ass, right on the bruises; she was clearly doing it on purpose. Of course, he whimpered from it. Roman looked back pitifully at Anya once more, arched his back, and thrust out his rear, presenting himself like a slut for anal sex. At the same time, he grabbed his own head, tilting it down low, and began to cry softly, his body trembling slightly from the sobs.
"Stop whining, whore, relax, damn it," Anna brought the dildo to Roman's anus. Holding it with one hand and gripping Roman's thigh with the other, she began to push the dildo inside his ass, inserting it deeper and deeper. Roman howled from such a strong and fast entry (Kira had entered him much more gently and slowly).
"Yessss," Anya rejoiced from above. "It goes in so fucking well." She had already grabbed Roman with both hands and began to fuck him, quite roughly and deeply, deriving immense pleasure and moral satisfaction from it. Meanwhile, the other end of the dildo pressed against her lustful and still aroused clitoris. Anya caught herself thinking that the more she came, the more she wanted it; she wanted to come and come, her arousal never leaving her, she couldn't get enough of Roman. Roman, meanwhile, bit his fist and moaned, whether from pain or from the humiliation that never seemed to end, only continuing with renewed force and becoming more and more degrading. Roman was already fucked, pissed on, cummed on, beaten up—what more did this whore want from him? thought the offended Roman. He continued to bite his fist, enduring the powerful thrusts bestowed upon him by his violator, Anya. Tears streamed down his face from hurt and pain, and to hide his tears, he buried his face in the couch cushion. Anya continued to fuck him mercilessly, delivering stronger and stronger thrusts with her hips against his already sore and multicolored, bruised ass.
"Oh fuck," he heard Rita's voice. "Bitch, I want some too." Hearing this, Roman couldn't even imagine how he would endure another one, since this one hadn't even finished fucking him yet, and it was unclear when she would, and now another was lining up.
"Lift your face," Roman heard Rita's voice. She had sat on the couch and was positioning herself near his face. Admittedly, Roman was even gladdened that this was how she wanted to finish, not by fucking him. Roman raised himself on his elbows and brought Rita's pussy to his lips, into which he immediately buried himself. But the thrusts from being fucked prevented him from licking properly, and just like before, he began simply nudging his nose into Rita's slippery pussy. She held him with both hands, guiding his nose and tongue (with which he tried to catch her flesh) in the direction she wanted. Roman felt his nose starting to hurt again from the repeated friction; his elbows and knees ached, his ribs and ear throbbed. This was a real rape of a body already completely devoid of the will to resist. He thought this torture would never end and continued to endure the pain and humiliation, surrendering to these whores, already thinking he would lose consciousness again and "just fucking die."
"Let's do it differently," Roman heard Anya, who had pulled out of him.
"How?" Rita asked her.
"You'll see now." A shiver ran through Roman. What had this bitch come up with now? The fear of the unknown didn't leave him. Rita released Roman's head and swung her leg over his head. "Get up, whore," Anya said to Roman, again seemingly deliberately slapping the bruise on his ass. Roman stood up in front of the bed, and now everyone could see his red face was streaked with tears mixed with Rita's juices. "Sit on the edge of the couch, Rit," Anya pointed with her index finger, and Rita sat down, spreading her legs to display her heated and aroused pussy. After that, Anya sat down between her legs and then lay on her back, sliding her legs under the couch so that the dildo was now positioned under Rita's pussy. "Come on, sit down, you little slut," Anya continued to command, smiling. Roman understood he would have to impale himself on the dildo while also licking Rita's pussy, but he had no strength left for it, and he said,
"Anya, I can't, I have no strength."
"Oh, you bitch," Anya shouted menacingly, and Roman seemed to get a second wind. Stepping over Anya, turning his ass to her and his face to Rita, he squatted like a frog, found the dildo with his anus, and stood up again.
"Can we lubricate it some more?" Roman addressed Anya.
"Oh, aren't you something," Anya said somewhat playfully. "Kir, give him the lube." Kira gave the lube to Roman. "Lubricate it yourself, whore," Anya said, holding the dildo in her hands, and by her look, she was really enjoying this situation. Roman poured a little lube into his palm and began to coat the dildo, making movements similar to masturbating a cock. "I almost feel like I can feel it," Anya laughed, describing her sensations to her friends.
"Yeah, come on faster already, bitch," Roman heard Rita's impatient voice. Leaving the dildo, Roman resumed the frog position and began to lower himself onto the dildo. While either embracing or holding onto Rita, he lowered his face into her dark-skinned pussy (Roman noticed that this time, Rita's pussy was smoothly shaved).
"Good," Rita moaned and gasped.
"Fucking awesome, the slut is bouncing," Anya kept saying. "Hey, hit him on the back," Anya addressed Kira. "Hit him with something, come on, as a favor." Roman was not at all pleased with this prospect, but expecting the blow, he continued to slide his tongue in Rita's pussy while bouncing on the dildo, which was almost entirely inside his ass. Roman felt the blows on his back—quite tolerable, not too strong, just loud and stinging. Kira had started hitting him with a leather belt.
"Yesssss," he heard Anya's moans. She had already begun to meet his bounces with thrusts of her hips. Rita also moved her hips to meet his, holding him tightly. Roman's hands were now under Rita's ass, and he was trying to just stay suspended, continuing to bounce on Anya's dildo. His legs were completely numb, and like during a workout, he was practically doing his final set to "kill" the muscles.
Finally, this time, Roman waited for the long-awaited moans from Rita, who, arching her back and squeezing Roman's head with her legs, began to come impulsively. Holding him by the hair and as if gripping him with the vise of her body, she pulled Roman's head back with her onto the couch, removing him from Anya's dildo in the process. The blows from Kira on his back stopped. Powerless, Roman went limp, resting his knees on the floor and his body on the couch. Maybe this is the end, thought Roman, completely fucked out and drenched in another lady's fluids. His body slowly slid down, and his ass found Anya's legs.
"Come on, bitch, get over here faster," Roman heard Anya's voice. She had pulled her legs out, thrown them onto the couch, spread them apart, moved the dildo aside, and presented her swollen pussy for licking. "Come on, bitch, faster," she grabbed Roman's head, which was already leaning in, and shoved it between her legs. This time, Roman's face was downward, his nose toward Anya's anus, and his chin was somewhat buried in Anya's vagina. She began to rub her pussy hard against Roman, then wrapped one leg around him, taking him in a wrestling hold, and also began to come, squeezing her legs tightly around his neck. Darkness clouded Roman's vision again, and he lost consciousness once more.