Chapter 11
This work includes depictions of incest, group play, and bestiality. Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 11
Her eyelids fluttered open in an instant. Her vision was clear, as if she had been awake all along. The distant sound of a clock chiming midnight reached her ears.
Yvonne lay quietly in bed, only rolling her eyes to survey her surroundings. She saw the lace canopy and the tall lamp. It was her own bedroom, which she hadn’t seen in over ten days. Lying alone felt unfamiliar. Was this a dream?
No, no. It seemed her memory had momentarily blanked, likely because she had just woken up and her mind was still foggy. A few days ago, her short-lived escape had ended in failure, and she had blacked out in the carriage, only to wake up in her own room. Not Nina’s room.
Neither Nina nor Ralph were anywhere to be seen, and she had no idea what had happened in just one day. The head maid had come by, saying that Nora had suddenly quit, and assigned a familiar maid named Karin in her place.
Though relieved to hear that Nina had gone to the monastery, Yvonne couldn’t help but fear that Nora’s sudden departure might have been her fault. She hesitantly pressed for details. The head maid told her Nora had left to work at a relative’s shop in the capital and offered to provide the address if needed. Yvonne quickly nodded. The sharp-eyed Karin soon brought high-quality stationery along with a card bearing Nora’s address, and Yvonne had written her a letter in messy handwriting.
And then, for the next few days, absolutely nothing happened. Both Alexander and Logan treated her as if nothing were amiss, behaving perfectly normally. When they crossed paths, they exchanged polite nods, shared quiet meals at the dining table… and that was it.
Though each day passed peacefully, Yvonne grew increasingly uneasy. She hadn’t seen Max even once since then. But she couldn’t bring herself to ask about him. Just mentioning his name felt like it would shatter this strangely tranquil illusion she was living in.
She wanted to rest, just a little longer–just a tiny bit more. She knew this peace wouldn’t last anyway.
“Sit, Yvonne.”
“Yes…”
Her body moved at Logan’s command. Powerlessly, she could only watch as she rose from her seat and sat down beside the bed where he was perched.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Did you miss me?”
His thick laughter was unbearably terrifying. She could feel her fingertips trembling violently in his grasp.
“Yes, I missed you.”
Why? She hadn’t taken any drugs, had even been careful about drinking water during meals. How had it come to this again?
“Really? You don’t seem like it… Why did you miss me?”
Her breath hitched. It wasn’t just despair or fear causing it.
“I wanted Logan’s cock inside me…”
Heat pooled between her legs. Her hips and thighs tensed as her insides clenched. A strange, ticklish sensation took hold, and she rubbed her lower body against the bed. She could feel herself growing wet, slick inside.
“Ah… Do I have to touch you again? What a bother…”
She couldn’t even bite her lip. Her mouth opened urgently, words spilling out on their own.
“I-I’ll do it myself… Please…!”
She spread her legs and shoved her fingers inside. Even her clumsy movements felt good. But she was far from satisfied. She wanted to be filled completely, stretched by something much bigger.
“Put your cock in me… Please? Logan…”
No, I hate this. I don’t want this. Please, stop–!
But she couldn’t even tear her gaze away from Logan. His handsome face was twisted in obvious mockery. His burning stare trailed up from her slender ankles, over her smooth calves, to her shapely thighs, and finally settled on the wetness between her legs where her fingers were thrusting. His crimson eyes glowed with dark desire.
“Come in.”
The sound of the bedroom door opening behind her made her want to scream. No! But as always, she couldn’t even manage a sound. Instead, a vulgar moan slipped out as she turned to greet the newcomer with an expectant expression.
“Ah… Mm…”
No–not just a person. A person and a dog. When she saw Max and Louis being dragged in by Kyle, her pupils shook violently.
The moment Louis spotted Yvonne, his tongue lolled out, panting eagerly. Though leashed and sitting obediently beside Kyle, his eyes never left her, clearly desperate to go to her. Yvonne quickly looked away.
But it wasn’t just because of Louis. Max, his hands bound and a gag in his mouth, was being dragged in, and he looked far from fine. He could barely walk–how badly had he been beaten? Every inch of exposed skin, from his face to his arms, was mottled with bruises. His face was slightly better off, but one eye was unnaturally blackened. The other eye, still intact, widened when it landed on Yvonne.
Her lips trembled. She had told her brother that Max had done nothing wrong… He had said he understood…
“Why the dog…?”
Kyle’s voice was low as he took in the sight of Yvonne sitting on the edge of the bed, pleasuring herself. But Logan didn’t answer, only chuckling before calling Louis’ name. The moment Kyle released the leash, Louis bolted straight to Logan.
“Yvonne likes him.”
Logan picked up a cup from the table and approached her. This time, her gaze fixed on the cup. A sense of dread, stronger than ever, washed over her.
“Enough with the fingers, Yvonne.”
At his words, her fingers slipped out from inside her with a wet sound. Logan parted the front of her nightgown, letting the fabric fall behind her, baring her naked body to the three men. Their heated stares bore into her. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her full breasts swaying gently. Her stomach dipped and rose unevenly. She wanted to die from shame.
Logan positioned her so only the edge of her hips rested on the bed, forcing her legs wide apart. Her sex made a sticky sound as it spread, revealing glistening pink flesh soaked in arousal. The entrance, stretched from her earlier fingering, was fully exposed. Logan poured the contents of the cup over her. A white liquid trickled down, coating her inner folds.
“Hah… Nngh…”
Even the droplets hitting her clit, sliding between her lips and over her entrance, were unbearably stimulating. But there was no time to savor the pleasure.
“Louis, snack time.”
“Ugh–!”
“What the hell are you–?!”
Both Max and Kyle shouted at Logan’s words, but Logan only stared at Yvonne’s pale face. Just enough for him to see–just a flicker of the terror she felt. The sight of it nearly made him cum on the spot.
“Yvonne loves it when a dog licks her pussy. Isn’t that right?”
The horrifying words nearly made her faint. She quickly opened her mouth.
“Yes… I love it… It feels so good when a dog licks me…”
But the words that spilled out were still the opposite of what she wanted to say. Still, Kyle immediately stepped forward, grabbing Logan’s arm.
“Stop this, you fucking bastard!”
A sliver of hope appeared when she least expected it. Shivering, she watched them. But Logan remained completely unbothered.
“Pathetic… This is why you’ll never measure up. Yvonne has always loved being treated like this.”
“That’s bullshit–!”
“I didn’t even drug her this time. She’s just honest like this at night–force of habit.”
“There’s no way the young lady would…”
“Then why didn’t she run away sooner? Why only after she stopped taking the drugs and stayed quietly by her mother’s side? How else do you explain it?”
No! That’s not true–! Desperate, Yvonne looked at Kyle. But his voice only grew quieter.
“Don’t be ridiculous…”
His pupils wavered violently. His sculpted face twisted slightly. Logan smirked at the sight.
Kyle’s hands fell limply to his sides. He seemed to be believing Logan’s words. Only Max remained, thrashing and shouting from where he lay on the floor.
“Look, she’s already dripping. Yvonne, does just imagining it turn you on that much?”
“Yes… I’m a slutty bitch…!”
No! I’m not–!
“How vulgar… But it’s fine. You’re still cute, Yvonne. We’ll make you feel good soon.”
Her breathing grew ragged. No, no… Please, not that–!
“Louis will take care of you quickly. Go on, Louis.”
The moment Logan lightly smacked Louis’ back, the dog lunged between her legs. Yvonne’s mouth fell open.
“Ah–!”
The dog lapped at her eagerly, tongue working from her pubic hair to her clit, her lips, her entrance, even her perineum. The movements were indifferent yet relentless. Despite everything, overwhelming pleasure surged through her. She wished she could just faint right then and there. But her body betrayed her, unable to hide its arousal.
As Louis’ tongue worked below, Yvonne moaned, her hands kneading her own breasts. She cupped their fullness, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
“Nngh… Ah… Hah…”
“Kh… Ugh…!”
From afar, she could hear the muffled, furious groans of a gagged man. If only she could look away… But as always, even that last wish was mercilessly crushed. Though their reactions differed, the men’s gazes were all fixed on the woman lost in pleasure and the dog between her legs. Yvonne had to sit there, legs spread wide, moaning as she was pleasured in front of them.
Louis lapped up the milk eagerly, even cleaning the drops that had trickled down her thighs before giving her one last long lick and returning to Logan. Even then, Yvonne couldn’t close her legs. Her glistening sex, slick with her own arousal and the dog’s saliva, remained on full display.
Her body shook uncontrollably. She couldn’t understand why she had to endure this. If only she could ask–but even that was beyond her. She couldn’t even cry as she wanted. The scream trapped in her throat came out as a thin, whispered plea.
“More… Do more…”
Logan stepped closer at her words. Though his smile was gentle, his crimson eyes burned with unfulfilled desire. He lifted her trembling form slowly. The tenderness in his touch was terrifying.
“Kyle, lay Max on the bed.”
With a tired expression, Kyle silently turned. Max was slumped over, breathing heavily. When Kyle lifted one of his arms, the other, still bound, followed.
Max’s good eye tracked Kyle. Though powerless, the glare he fixed on him was chilling. But more than fear, Kyle just felt exhaustion. His head throbbed, thoughts consumed by Yvonne.
None of this was solely Logan’s doing. Hadn’t telling Nina about that pervert’s actions and freeing Yvonne from his grasp been the right thing to do?
But now that he thought about it, there had been too many oddities. The first time Kyle had witnessed Yvonne having sex, it hadn’t been with Logan–it had been with Max. And back then, she hadn’t seemed drugged. And then there was the sudden decision to get a dog…
But what weighed most heavily on Kyle’s mind was the fact that Yvonne had fled the estate solely to avoid marrying him.
Following Logan’s order, Kyle laid Max on the bed and secured his arms to the headboard. His eyes then drifted to Logan and Yvonne beside him.
“Here, Yvonne. It’s Max–your favorite. Do whatever you want.”
The moment Logan released her, Yvonne scrambled between Max’s legs, hastily pulling down his pants. Max twisted his hips in panic, but afraid of hurting her, he didn’t struggle too hard. Yvonne easily yanked down his briefs. His cock, already half-hard, sprang free. Logan snickered at the sight.
“You all pretend to be so pure, but in the end, you’re all the same.”
Without hesitation, Yvonne buried her face in Max’s groin, stretching her jaw wide to take his thick length in one go.
“Ngh–! Ugh…!”
Max jerked at the intense sensation, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Gagging, she still licked eagerly, as if savoring the taste. In no time, his cock swelled fully, precum leaking onto her tongue, bitter and salty. Her own arousal gushed in response.
She pulled off with a wet pop. The sheer girth of him was obscene, veins bulging grotesquely. Yet she found herself swallowing in anticipation. Then, under the watchful eyes of Logan and Kyle, she straddled Max’s hips.
The blunt tip pressed against her entrance. Slowly, she sank down. The stretch was overwhelming, his size filling her completely. Only then did she finally meet Max’s gaze up close.
“Kh… Ugh…”
When their eyes locked, he shook his head weakly, as if begging her to stop. His handsome face was twisted in despair and guilt. But his flushed cheeks betrayed his arousal, and his cock was more than ready inside her.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from Max’s sunken left eye. It was a wound she had never even imagined. Beneath the torn eyelid, she could see reddened mucous membrane crusted with dried blood. Below that, there seemed to be no eyeball at all.
“Ah, ugh… hah, good… Max’s cock feels good…”
In the midst of terror so intense it threatened to drive her insane, Yvonne awkwardly began rocking her hips. As she moved, the slow drag of a penis in and out of her pussy sent unfamiliar, unsettling pulses through her–along with a creeping pleasure.
“You’re just gonna stay still? Even the bastard who got beaten up earlier got his dick hard like this.”
Kyle approached Yvonne from behind without hesitation. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pressed his lips to her pale shoulder, and her body shivered violently.
“Kyle…”
Just that fragile voice alone made his cock twitch. His sharp gaze flicked toward Max’s tear-stained face. What, am I worse than that bastard? Don’t make me laugh. Blue eyes sparked with fury as Kyle tugged down his pants.
Trapped between Max and Kyle, Yvonne gasped for air. The atmosphere was thick, suffocating. Yet even now, she kept rocking her hips steadily atop Max.
Kyle stroked her waist as if urging her to relax. But she knew exactly what he was planning, and that made it impossible to calm down. Still, it wasn’t just fear–everywhere his large hands touched, her skin burned hot. The ticklish, electric sensation only made her grow wetter below.
“Ah… uhn…”
“Miss…”
Kyle called for her in a husky voice, as if branding the word into her. With his chest pressed against her back, her body slowly leaned toward Max. Yvonne rested her head against Max’s chest, turning to glance behind her–and met Kyle’s lust-darkened blue eyes.
“Kyle… put it in, please…? Fuck me hard with your cock…”
“Got it. I’ll give you everything you want…”
Kyle’s gaze trailed down the smooth curve of her spine. The sight of her pale ass trembling with excitement made his mouth dry. From her inner folds to her perineum and the cleft between her cheeks, everything was soaked with slick.
Her entrance was stretched taut around the thick shaft inside her. Even with only half of Max’s length buried in her, she kept twitching, as if struggling to hold still. Each movement made her asshole flutter temptingly.
Kyle couldn’t look away from the obscene sight, exhaling sharply. He was on the verge of losing it. Suppressing the urge to ram into her right then, he instead rubbed her entrance slowly with his fingers.
“Hah, ah…!”
One man was already inside her, and now another was stimulating her with his fingers. It was humiliating–but undeniably arousing. The pooled slick inside her gushed out around the joining of their bodies.
Kyle’s fingers pressed firmly against her perineum before trailing lower. When they brushed over her asshole, goosebumps rose in anticipation. Without hesitation, he pushed a finger inside.
“Ah!”
“Relax. Or it’ll hurt.”
“Nn, uhn…!”
Thanks to her slick, his finger slid in smoothly. Every nerve in her body focused on the sensation of being forcibly stretched open.
Kyle seemed impatient. Before she could adjust to the intrusion, he added a second finger, then a third. Yvonne couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Ahh, faster… uhn…! Please, Kyle…”
“Ngh…!”
His handsome face twisted. He hastily pulled his fingers free from her ass and, without delay, shoved his cock inside.
“Hahk, too big… aahn…!”
Kyle gave her no time to adjust before starting to thrust. When Yvonne reflexively jerked her hips forward, he gripped her pelvis and yanked her back against him.
The movement drove Max’s cock even deeper, the head scraping ruthlessly against her sensitive walls. Her thighs tensed, her inner muscles clamping down involuntarily. Both men let out heated groans.
Yvonne tried to match Kyle’s rhythm, but his thrusts were too powerful. Every time he slammed into her, she could only collapse helplessly beneath him.
“Yvonne, look up. I want to see your face while you feel it.”
Sprawled over Max’s body, she was at the mercy of Kyle’s movements. Then, from the head of the bed, Logan’s affectionate voice reached her. Struggling, she lifted her head.
Her hazy, scarlet eyes instantly drew his gaze. Tears spilled uncontrollably from the overwhelming pleasure. Her face, wrecked by the intense sex, was unbearably erotic. Logan’s smile faded.
He quickly unbuckled his pants. Before he could even push down his briefs, Yvonne’s mouth fell open. The sight of her small tongue licking her red lips made his cock throb.
Her actions were all subconscious. A lingering effect of the hypnosis–triggered by visual cues–that remained even without drugs. Logan knew none of this was truly her.
So what? It didn’t matter. I was the one who made her like this. Everything was going exactly as I planned. Forcing a smirk, Logan grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. A soft moan escaped her parted lips before he swallowed it.
She clung to his mouth desperately, clumsily sucking his tongue and licking inside. It stirred an uneasy hunger in him.
His throat burned. Her mouth tasted unbearably sweet–unusual for someone who shouldn’t have taken any drugs. It felt like his tongue might melt. Logan ravaged her mouth fiercely.
Blood rushed to his cock. He quickly sat up, kneeling as he dragged her head toward his crotch. Straining, Yvonne stretched forward and took him into her mouth.
“Is this the first time all your holes have been filled? How does it feel? Good?”
“Uhn…!”
She nodded, still working her tongue. The throbbing length in her mouth felt terrifyingly alive. Logan exhaled sharply before gripping her head with both hands and fucking her face.
The head of his cock forced its way into her throat. When she reflexively shrank back, Max’s cock inside her twitched, hitting a sensitive spot. As if refusing to be outdone, Kyle lifted her hips from behind.
He gripped her waist tightly, preventing her from moving as he pounded into her ass. Each thrust jostled her body, driving Max’s cock deeper, scraping her raw. Rough pubic hair rubbed her clit mercilessly.
Three cocks filled her completely. Her body rocked helplessly between Logan and Kyle’s movements. The relentless assault left her mind blank. She felt utterly crushed.
Her skin, slick with sweat and arousal, burned hot before cooling abruptly. The maddening pleasure writhed inside her. Moans spilled past the cock stuffing her mouth.
Her mind blurred. The wet slap of skin, the men’s heated breaths–everything overwhelmed her. More… more… please, just–
“Hah… fucking insane…”
A man’s fingers tangled roughly in her hair before yanking hard. He thrust deep into her mouth a few more times before burying himself to the hilt in her throat–and came.
“Hghk–!”
Bitter fluid flooded her throat. As she struggled to swallow, someone lifted her hips sharply. The moment she gasped, her pussy convulsed uncontrollably.
“Hah, ah, aah, hahk, haaaah!”
Lost between shallow pleasure and the men’s movements, her climax crashed over her without warning. Her inner walls clenched violently. Her thighs tensed as if ready to snap. She writhed under the unbearable pleasure, but a man’s hand held her hips firmly in place.
All three men came inside her almost simultaneously. Through it all, an overwhelming orgasm tore through her body. Clutching at someone’s clothes, Yvonne sobbed uncontrollably.
“Aah, ah… hk… ughh…”
When she regained some semblance of awareness, her body was moving again. This time, her face was buried in Max’s chest. His cock was still inside her, and with each of Kyle’s thrusts into her ass, cum gushed out from where they were joined.
Logan, already fully dressed, stroked her hair.
“Still not enough?”
“Nn, more cum… I want more…”
“Kyle will give you plenty.”
“Then… then…”
Yvonne twisted to look behind her. The man who had been ravaging her with rough thrusts paused, panting heavily. Sweat dripped from his flushed face. Weakly, she reached for him.
“Kiss me, Kyle…”
“Damn it…”
He grabbed her wrist roughly. As their lips met, Logan turned away from them.
His expression was cold as he stepped out of the room. Checking the time with icy detachment, he noted it was slightly later than expected.
But the sound of hooves outside the window suggested the timing was perfect. He hurried toward his brother’s room. Without waiting for a response after knocking, he entered. Inside the bedroom, Alexander was unfastening his cufflinks, not even glancing at him as he spoke.
“Why at this hour?”
“You’re the one pushing yourself. Why come back tonight? You could’ve waited till morning.”
Alexander caught the odd tension in his brother’s tone and finally looked at him.
“Where’s Yvonne?”
Logan forced his lips not to twitch.
“Well… seems she’s playing with others. They’re a bit rough, so I didn’t dare interrupt.”
Without a word, Alexander strode into the parlor. He grabbed the decorative sword above the fireplace–Logan knew it wasn’t just for show. Swallowing hard, he watched his brother leave the room, blade in hand.
This is getting even more interesting than I thought.
Yvonne sat slumped against Kyle’s chest, gasping for air. When she weakly called his name, rough fingers lifted her chin. His lips captured hers gently before trailing down her slender throat. Soon, his large hands cupped her breasts.
“Hah…”
He teased her clit with one hand while fondling her chest with the other. His slow, deliberate touches sent shivers through her oversensitive skin.
It felt good–but she wanted more. She wanted him to ruin her. Rocking her hips between Max and Kyle, she parted her lips.
“More…”
“Yeah, I got you.”
“Nn…”
Just as he was about to move, the bedroom door burst open with a crash. Yvonne turned to see a man striding toward them.
“Brother…?”
His handsome face was as expressionless as ever. But unlike usual, an eerie aura made her spine prickle.
Her gaze dropped to Alexander’s hand–and the sword as long as her forearm. Slowly, her mind began to clear.
The haze in her scarlet eyes faded as focus returned. Looking down, she saw Max’s face, eyes shut as he moaned. Flushed skin, a gag soaked in blood and saliva, and the gaping hole where his left eye should be.
“No…!”
He was clearly dying. And she had been riding him, rocking her hips–while taking three men at once, moaning like a whore–
“No… no! I didn’t–! Stop! STOP!”
Screaming, her small body collapsed. Kyle hastily pulled out, reaching for her, but Yvonne recoiled in horror, sobbing. She wanted to run, but her ravaged body barely responded. The aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her made her nauseous.
Amid the chaos, the sound of polished shoes against the floor was unmistakable. He wasn’t rushing.
Yvonne couldn’t look away from the gleaming blade. Even as her heart threatened to stop–
The sword split the air. She didn’t even blink as the white bedsheets turned red.
A severed leg thudded to the floor. Alexander carelessly kicked it under the bed with the tip of his sword.
Kyle clutched his knee, face twisted in agony. Only then did his groans reach her ears–before her own screams drowned them out.
Alexander’s startled expression was the last thing she saw. The bloodied sword clattered to the floor as he reached for her–
Then everything went black.
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