The air in the room had turned to a suffocating shroud following my supposed warm up, dense with the primal reek of sweat, musk, and cum—clawing at my senses and setting my skin ablaze with electric shivers.
It was as if the very atmosphere pulsed with a raw, animalistic hunger, thick enough to choke on, heavy enough to press against my chest like a lover’s weight. My nostrils flared, catching the sharp tang of anticipation, the faint metallic bite of fear mingling with the earthy scent of bodies too close, too eager.
Every breath felt like swallowing fire, each inhale stoking the ember of dread.
Oh, fuck, it’s too much—this smell, this heat, it’s gonna drown me. My heart thundered, a frantic drumbeat threatening to crack my ribs. I shouldn’t want this. I can’t want this. But, gods, I do.
The boss’s gaze pinned me to the spot, his glassy eye glinting like polished marble, raking over my trembling frame with a predatory precision that made my knees buckle.
This was it. The moment I’d been dreading—and yet, oddly, anticipating, like some twisted part of me, buried deep beneath the fear was craving this moment. The contradiction tore at me, a jagged edge of desire and terror slicing through my core.
The boss was back lounging in his chair like a king on a throne of shadows, his cloak now discarded in a careless heap on the floor, leaving him bare save for the bandages coiling around his arms like pale serpents.
His posture was infuriatingly relaxed, shoulders loose, legs spread open, exuding a confidence that screamed he already knew how this would end. His lips curved slightly, not a smile but a challenge, as he propped his chin on one hand, fingers brushing the stubble along his jaw. His eyes never left me, heavy and unyielding, as if he could peel back my skin and see the chaos roiling beneath. A single brow arched, a silent dare: Make your move.
My throat constricted, a dry knot I could barely swallow past. I forced myself to meet his gaze, defiance flickering like a candle flame in the back of my mind. He thinks I’m broken, I realized, the thought sparking a ember of rebellion that burned hotter than my fear. He thinks I’ll just... submit.
Just then, a smirk tugged at my lips, sharp and reckless, born from the desperate need to prove him wrong. He wants a show? Fine. I’ll give him one he’ll choke on.
I began to stand slowly, legs quivering like a fawn caught in a hunter’s sights, my heart hammering so fiercely I swore it would crack my ribs. My hands clutched at my chest, fingers twisting into my skin.
The room warped with every step, the distance between us stretching into an endless chasm one moment, then shrinking to a mere breath the next. The boss didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched with that maddening calm, his eyes glinting like a scientist studying a pinned insect.
When I reached him, he gave a single, lazy pat to his lap, the gesture so casual it was almost insulting, yet it sent a jolt of heat through me that I couldn’t ignore.
Oh gods, that pat—why’s it making me so fucking wet? It’s okay, calm down. All I have to do is play the act.
"Mmm~ You want me right here, don’t you?" I cooed, swaying my hips as I turned my back to him, my body trembling as I hovered just above his cock. His hand snaked around my hip, fingers grazing my ass with a teasing familiarity that made my skin prickle.
"Look at you, shaking like a needy little slut," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly growl that vibrated through my bones, sending a shiver racing down my spine like a cold blade. "So fucking tight. Bet you’re aching for it, aren’t you?"
Fuck, his voice—it’s like he’s already inside me.
His fingers pressed against me, stretching my ass open with a deliberate slowness that was both torture and ecstasy. "Ahh~!" I moaned, loud and dramatic. Gods, I sound like such a slut. Perfect. His touch was light, almost playful, but it carried a weight that had me stuck in place, a reminder of who held the real power.
"Cute," he chuckled, his tone dripping with amusement as he released me, letting his fingers linger just long enough to make me squirm. "So fucking cute when you twitch like that. Like a desperate little puppy, whining for a treat."
I giggled then, the sound high and breathless, as I wiggled my hips. "Ohhh~ You know me boss! I’m just a pathetic little puppy who can’t get enough of your fat musky cock. Woof! Woof!"
The words came out of my mouth without thought. Okay, maybe I was playing my part a little too well. But I could see it—he was buying into this like a bored noble at a rigged puppet show, smiling because he thinks the strings are his, not realizing I was the one pulling them.
Suddenly, with a heady mix of fear and desire pooling in my gut like molten lead, I sank down onto him. The sensation was like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming. His cock began stretching me open, a delicious burn that teetered on the edge of pain, filling me in a way that made my vision blur and my breath hitch.
"Argh~!" I cried out, the sound raw and desperate, my body betraying me as it arched into him. The boss let out a low, satisfied hum, his hands settling on my hips with a possessive grip that anchored me into him.
"That’s it," he murmured, his breath hot and damp against the back of my neck, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. "Take it all. You’re doing so well."
His words were a velvet blade, slicing through my defenses and igniting a strange, fluttering warmth in my chest. It was dangerous, that warmth, a siren’s call urging me to let go, to surrender. No, I told myself, clenching my jaw against the pull of it. This is just his game. Don’t fall for it.
But then his lips found the back of my neck, soft and teasing, a whisper of warmth against my overheated skin, and my body betrayed me again, arching into his touch like a moth drawn to flame. I moaned then, the sound soft and needy, hating how much I loved it.
His hands began guiding my movements, urging me to rock back and forth, each motion sending waves of pleasure crashing through me, drowning out the voice in my head screaming to resist.
"You’re so fucking pretty like this," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the ragged sound of our breathing, the soft creak of the chair beneath us. "All tight and whimpering, taking my cock like you were born for it. My perfect little cumslut."
Cumslut? Fuck, why does that make me throb? I hate him. I hate this. But, oh fuck, I don’t want it to stop. I bit my lip, the sharp sting grounding me as I fought to suppress the whimper clawing at my throat.
Focus, I told myself, my nails digging into my palms. You’re playing a role. That’s all this is.
But when the boss raised his hand, a sharp, commanding gesture, my stomach plummeted like a stone dropped into a well. His men moved in without hesitation, their steps heavy and deliberate, the sound of boots scuffing against the floor like a drumbeat of doom.
The air grew thicker, saturated with the thick scent of arousal as they began undoing their pants, their cocks springing free, already hard and glistening with sweat, splattering my face with viscous strands of precum. My eyes widened, my pulse a frantic tattoo in my ears as the smell, holy fuck the smell, hit me—a heady, overwhelming wave that made my head spin and my mouth go dry.
"Go on," the boss encouraged, his voice soft but laced with steel. "You can handle it can’t you? Let them breed you like the filthy little pet you are?"
"Mmm~ Of course I can, boss!" I giggled, licking my lips dramatically.
My heart thundered, a wild, desperate rhythm as I reached out, my hands trembling like leaves in a storm. My fingers closed around two of the men’s cocks, the heat of them searing against my palms, their pulses throbbing beneath my touch.
"A-Ahh~ So hot~!" I moaned, stroking them eagerly, my movements sloppy and desperate.
The men chuckled, their laughter low and taunting, a sound that grated against my nerves like sandpaper. My cheeks burned a bright red, a flush of humiliation creeping up my neck, but I forced myself to keep going, focusing on the rhythm of my hands, the way their cocks twitched and convulsed in my grip.
"Not bad," one of them muttered, his voice rough with amusement, like he was grading a performance. "For a cum dumpster."
I clenched my jaw, my teeth grinding as I shoved down the urge to snap back. Instead, I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lap at the tip of one man’s cock, the salty-bitter taste flooding my senses like a wave.
"Mmmph~!" I moaned around him, the sound muffled and desperate.
It was overwhelming, invasive, but I pushed through, my strokes growing faster, messier, as I worked to pull those low, guttural grunts from their throats. More men began closing in, their hands groping at my chest, my thighs, their rough fingers sending jolts of pleasure through me that I couldn’t ignore.
The air was alive with sound now—their deep, feral moans, the wet sliding of skin, and the slurping of my tongue.
My arousal surged higher, a wildfire spreading through my veins until I couldn’t take it anymore. Releasing one of the men, I brushed my sweat-damp hair back with one trembling hand, the strands clinging to my fingers like wet silk.
Then, I took the other man’s cock deep into my mouth, the sensation overwhelming as it slammed into the back of my throat.
I choked hard, my rhythm faltering, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to breathe around him. The boss’s grip on my waist tightened, steadying me, his touch a strange anchor throughout the chaos.
I went on for what felt like an eternity, minutes stretching into a haze of controlled panic and reluctant obedience, my limbs almost forgetting themselves as I melted into the motions, losing track of where fear ended and the strange, addictive rhythm began.
"Easy," the boss murmured, his voice a soothing balm despite the depravity of the moment. "You’re doing great."
I giggled, pulling back with a wet pop, spit dripping down my chin, chest heaving like a broken beast.
I could feel it now, my own cock beginning to stiffen again, throbbing in time with the sensations coursing through me. The men began encouraging me, their voices a rough chorus urging me on as they watched my cock slowly harden under their oppression.
"Fuck, look at him," one laughed, his voice dripping with mockery. "Getting hard from being used like a cheap slut. You love this, don’t you?"
"Mmm~ I can’t help it!" I whined. "It tastes so good!"
Just then, something snapped—a reckless, rebellious thrill that surged through me like lightning. I smirked, my gaze flickering to the man’s balls, and before he could react, I dove down, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin before taking one into my mouth. The wet, slurping sound filled the room, mingling with the man’s choked grunt, his cock twitching violently as precum began dripping freely in thick lapping heaps, soaking my hair and running down to my thighs.
"Fuck," he hissed, his voice trembling with raw need. "You... you really are something else... shit."
I didn’t respond, too lost in the moment to care. I pulled away, turning sharply to the man on my left, his cock already slick from my earlier strokes. I could sense that it was hungry for more.
Without hesitation, I devoured it, deep-throating the man in one swift, desperate motion.
"Nngh~! Mmph~!" I gagged, the metallic taste of him overwhelming my senses as his hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. The boss’s cock began twitching inside me harder, his breath hot and ragged against my neck as he watched, his approval a low hum in my ear.
"That’s it, Loona," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Take what you want. Show them how much you enjoy it."
I pulled back, a glistening trail of precum connecting me to the man’s cock, my smirk widening as I glanced up at him, teasingly slow. My hands moved again, stroking both men with desperate, animalistic fervor. The men’s groans grew louder, their shaking breath a roaring tide that pushed me further, faster.
More men began closing in, their hands and cocks seeking any part of me they could claim. One pressed his dick into my exposed armpit, grinding against me with a low growl that vibrated through my ribs, while another buried his nose in my other armpit, inhaling deeply with a guttural moan as he stroked himself.
"Hah~ Oh fuck~!" I moaned, the sound echoing through the room, raw and unguarded. It’s too much—too hot, too wet, too fucking everything. I’m gonna fucking lose it!
Just then, I caught sight of a slave woman across the room, her eyes wide and glassy, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she pleasured herself, her fingers moving frantically between her legs. The sight of her, lost in her own arousal at my debasement, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
She’s getting off to this? To me? Fuck, that’s hot.
A few men began noticing her too, their hands slapping her ass, laughter growing louder as they motioned her forward. She hesitated, her gaze locked on my dribbling cock, before slowly crawling toward me, her movements unsteady, her breath hitching.
One of the men grabbed her by the hair, yanking her down onto me without warning. Her lips wrapped around my shaft, her gasp muffled as she gagged and moaned, her drool mixing with my precum in a slick, messy heat.
"Mmmph~!" she whimpered, her fingers working furiously between her legs, her body trembling against mine.
Holy shit, her mouth—fuck, it’s so warm, so tight. I’m gonna fucking explode.
The boss’s grip began pounding me down onto him with a force that made my vision white out, my body trembling on the edge of breaking. His breath was ragged against my ear, his whispered praise a dark caress.
"Keep acting like that and you’re gonna make me flood your pretty little ass with my seed," he growled, his voice a velvet blade. "You want that, don’t you? You stupid little cumrag."
Cumrag?! Gods, yes, I want it. No, I mean I don’t! Fuck!
"Hehe~ Fill me up, boss!" I said, still acting like a whore. Then I yelped, the pressure building inside me like a storm about to break. The men around me didn’t wait. In a sudden rush, hot streaks of cum began splattering across my face, warm and sticky, coating my cheeks, my mouth, and my hair in a messy cascade.
"Ughhh~" I moaned, the sensation overwhelming.
The boss followed, his cock pushing deeper into me as he flooded my insides with his release. The sensation was overwhelming, claiming. The man in my armpit came next, his cum leaking down my side in warm rivulets, while the one sniffing and licking me spilled onto the floor with a low, shaking groan.
And then it was my turn. My orgasm hit like a freight train, my cock throbbing violently as I flooded the slave woman’s mouth.
"Aahh~! Fuck, fuck~!" I cried out, my voice breaking.
Her eyes widened, a muffled cry escaping her as she pulled away coughing, her own climax hitting her in shuddering waves, blasting her fingers with her own cum.
The man holding her head tilted it back sharply, his fingers digging into her jaw. "Swallow," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Her throat bobbed as she did, her lips parting with a gasp as her cum-coated breath huffed into the air, the sound sharp and desperate. I watched her, the way her breasts heaved, the sweat glistening on her skin like liquid starlight in the dim room.
My gaze dropped to my own body, my arm lifting slowly, muscles trembling with exhaustion. Thick strands of cum stretched between my armpit and my side, the musky scent potent and intoxicating, filling my lungs with every ragged breath.
A breathy laugh escaped me, then another, half-nervous, half-defiant, bubbling up like champagne. "Well then," I murmured, my voice a teasing lilt, "congratulations boys, you’ve managed to make a proper mess of yourselves huh? How cute~"
The men chuckled, their laughter dark and hungry, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. The boss, however, wasn’t laughing. His expression darkened then, his jaw tightening as he glared down at me, his eyes burning with something dangerous.
Oh shit. I fucked up. He didn’t like that.
Before I could react, his hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me off him with a snarl that sent a jolt of fear through me. He tossed me to the floor, my back hitting the stone with a dull thud, pain radiating through my spine as I gasped for air.
He loomed over me, his shadow swallowing me whole, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You think you’re clever, don’t you?" he said, each word dripping with menace. "You think this is a game?"
I smirked up at him, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst, my voice trembling but defiant. "Isn’t it?" I shot back.
His eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in their depths. He straightened, stepping back and motioning to the rest of the men around us, the ones who missed out. They didn’t hesitate, closing in like wolves, their eyes glinting with a predatory hunger.
The air grew thick again, heavy with the scent of arousal, the sound of their belts clinking as they undid their pants. The smell was so overwhelming then that I had to force myself to breathe through my mouth. My cock began twitching violently, betraying the fear coursing through me. Still, I decided to play at their game, panting like a lost puppy and arching my back, offering myself to them despite the terror clawing at my chest.
"Mmm~ Come on then, cum for me," I purred, my voice dripping with false bravado.
Their groans began filling the room, a cacophony of lust and dominance, their hands gripping their cocks as they stroked themselves, the sound wet and rhythmic. It began building until the first shot of cum hit my face, warm and sticky, followed by another, then another, each man taking their turn to mark me.
They splattered across my chest, my stomach, pooling in the hollows of my body, trickling down my thighs in warm rivers. Some began crouching down, rubbing their leaking cocks against me, smearing their release into my skin. One pressed the tip of his cock against my bottom lip, and before I could pull away, he came again, a bitter flood spilling into my mouth.
"G-Gah~Fuck!" I gagged, but swallowed it down, the taste coating my tongue like a brand.
By the time they were done, I was trembling, covered in their semen, my body a canvas of their desire. I felt debased, broken, and yet a strange, exhilarating fire burned in my chest, a twisted pride in surviving through it.
The boss stood nearby, clapping slowly, his mocking smile a knife to my heart. "Well done, Loona," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You did so well."
He turned to leave, stepping over me like I was nothing more than a discarded sex toy. But something inside me snapped, a spark of defiance that refused to be snuffed out.
"Wait," I croaked, my voice hoarse but steady, pushing myself up onto one knee, my body shaking but my eyes blazing.
He froze, glancing back with raised eyebrows, a flicker of surprise in his gaze. I met his eyes, my smirk returning, sharp and unyielding.
"One more game," I demanded.