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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96295 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Summary:
After waking up from a depraved dream, Yennefer's ordeal goes on and she has to learn for the first time in her life what it means to get blackmailed and to be brought to heel. Dressed like the cheapest whore on the continent, Yennefer gets used and plowed by Netek the hard way and enjoys it to the fullest.
Tags: F/M, forced fingerfucking, semi-consensual, blackmail, debasement
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 12, 2018
The sky was shining clearly, blooming beautifully in blue and white above the hilly landscape as big clouds wafted over several sharp peaks in a peaceful way. The humidity seemed to have reached its own peak while the sun was towering dominantly behind the highest rocky knoll. The whole region was burning and suffering from the oppressively hot temperatures, making people wish back a cold refreshment like heavy rain and thirst-quenching soda.
Yennefer was standing on the hill, observing the ongoing scenery quietly. Her lilac eyes spotted some flock of birds on the horizon, flying away information as her hand ran through her curly raven-black hair, tucking few hanks of raven-black hair behind her ear. The sexy sorceress tilted her head backward, savored the increasing heat on her soft skin while sensing how peace and satisfaction grew up insider her luscious body.
Everything, from the gentle breeze through her body to the musical twittering of lovebirds, everything seemed to play by a special melody, a melody of felicity and love, like the best dream of all dreams, like home, friends, and family.
Then, loud and wicked noises began to echo through the peaceful valley. "Ah yes, Sir. Harder, fuck this pussy harder!" Yennefer heard a female and familiar voice coming from up close behind the bushes. The girl's wanton panting became louder and louder the closer the curious sorceress walked down the hill to get to the bottom of it. Her constant begging for more made Yennefer's own pussy go crazy and she felt how her breathing started to pace up and down.
It was so hot. So depraved. Exactly how she liked it.
Fortunately, Yennefer didn't have to go far before she stood before the shaking leaves of the bushes. If there was a naughty couple fucking with each other, she hadn't in mind to bother them and bring their lovely togetherness to an unsatisfactory conclusion. So, she reached out slowly through the bushes, kept quiet and tilted her head forward to take a look.
Yennefer's lips gaped wide open. Her knees trembled and let her almost collapse into the bushes. She didn't even notice. Instead, Yennefer's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide in utter shock and disbelief.
In front of her, she saw Ciri - her precious, sweet Ciri, her beautiful and wonderful twenty-two-year-old daughter - down on her hands and knees on the verdurous lawn, dressed in a slutty Lolita-like priestess' outfit with the bosom cut out, completely exposing the young girl's ripe, luscious tits. Ciri was being mounted and savagely fucked by a monster, a tall man with a body and muscles so perfectly exercised that even a sculpture could never ever meet his standard.
On closer inspection, Yennefer was more than sure that he looked exactly like her dream lover. And judging from the lewd, happy grin on her daughter's face... Ciri didn't mind this fact one tiny bit.
"Oh, yes Sir... fuck your bitch," she breathed with ragged excitement, her pert tits jiggling about wildly as the lover's thick, twelve-inch cock jackhammered in and out of her dripping snatch. "Fuck me... fuck me like the dirty slut I am...oooHHHHH!!!! Yeah, Sir, make me cum... mmmMMMFFFF!!!!!"
Quickly, Yennefer stepped back from the bushes. Her mind reeled with confusion, utterly dumbfounded, trying desperately to make sense out of what she had just seen. "Maybe it's a joke... a hoax... maybe I am dreaming?" Yennefer thought weakly, but she got too horny to not get thrilled by the notion of her own beautiful daughter getting spoiled like a bitch in heat, couldn't stop thinking about what she had just seen, the vile, perverse images of what Ciri had been doing indelibly burned into her brain.
Pushing the leaves aside, she decided to sneak a peek and watched with own lusty tingling of pussy as the kinky image came vividly to life again.
In particular, Yennefer couldn't help but think of the lewd, perverse look of utter bliss on her pretty daughter's face as the handsome and dangerous man fucked her... and - as obscene at it was - how absolutely happy he made her. The depraved ashen-blond young woman looked like she couldn't any be happier, being fucked hard by this beast, her pretty emerald-green eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as she came wetly all over his pistoning prick, probably spurting hot, lovely cum deep into her daughter's pretty pussy as she came...
Yennefer's hand trembled. Her eyes went wide with disbelief, but they never ever left the scene. "I shouldn't be watching this," she thought helplessly, her violet eyes totally consumed by her daughter's aching lusty moans. "It's wrong ... I shouldn't..." But yet, as much as Yennefer knew she should be horrified and revolted by his high level of depravity of the sight, she wasn't. Instead, to her utter shame, they aroused and excited her, immensely so. The sight of her dream lover's enormous cock sliding in and out of her daughter's cunt was one of the sexiest things shhe had ever seen.
Her heart raced inside her chest as she watched Ciri's sopping pussy creaming over the nasty man's glistening shaft, over and over again, crying out time after time in shameless, lust-filled ecstasy as the big, rough fucker brought the adult female to one filthy, glorious orgasm after another...
"... I wish he would do the same with me," Yennefer whispered hoarsely, after many, many minutes passed, her eyes glassy and wide with unashamed jealousy. She wasn't even aware that she had spoken out loud. "You're so lucky, Ciri... I wish that the monster of a man would fuck me, too..."
Suddenly, Yennefer saw Ciri's face raising and her eyes gazing over at her, lips pouting and then changing into a wide, naughty grin. Her dirty-glowing pupils didn't let go of her, as Yennefer almost came while standing. She had to look down, feeling incredibly flustered and embarrassed and realized that while she had been watching the pounding of her daughter Ciri and her dream lover... her hand had been lightly rubbing her panties through the fabric of her black pants. And that her cotton panties were absolutely drenched with desire, and with an insistent need.
Nervously, she looked up again, locking her own beautiful eyes with Ciri's still gazing ones, wanting to see her perverted expression to which she had just been shamelessly pleasuring herself.
Then it happened. Ciri, rocking hard and biting her lower lip in heat, beckoned Yennefer with her finger to come closer, inviting her to party. The raven-haired sorceress' eyes widened in disbelief, as she heard her daughter yelling, "Yennefer! Come here and let Master fuck your tiny ass. Come on, Mommy!"
Ciri's vulgar, order-like call was surreal, but Yennefer obeyed, too horny and needy to resist right now.
"Good girls just behave and let men do whatever they want," Yennefer heard Ciri saying and her giggle when she stood right in front of her, with her own knees trembling more than ever. Her or should she better say their dream lover now didn't slow down a bit as he kept pounding her pussy like dog his bitch. He showed no mercy. No fatigue. Looked into her eyes in a superior and possessive way. Like he would own her, and her soul.
Then suddenly, "Bitch wake up!" He yelled with a masculine voice, still fucking her daughter fiercely.
Yennefer startled, didn't understand what he meant and looked down to Ciri.
"Yennefer, you sorceress bitch!" Her daughter started to yell at her as well.
"WAKE UP!!!"
"Bitch get up! You can rest when I'm done with you," Netek barked and tossed away an empty bucket of water, his copper green eyes flashing at the dizzy sorceress. "Now put these things on and come with me. We don't want to be late for the dinner party."
Yennefer, shaky and feeling the tremendous heat still poking through her body, pulled herself together, her eyes swirled around, trying to reorientate again. As she moved her thighs, something sticky and hot began running down her legs and dripping to the floor. On top of that, an unusual taste in her mouth, salty and flavored, made the sorceress' body twitch several times unintentionally, as her hands run over her strangely inflated belly.
Did she eat maybe too much food?
But what? And when?
Her musing got stopped immediately as Netek's bold hand slapped across her numb face, causing a painful but awakening effect on her body. "Don't let me say this twice, whore. Now hurry up!" The dwarf barked and chucked all clothes including the shoes and belt Alfred had brought him recently at the sorceress' head, savoring the way Yennefer felt humiliated by his vitriolic treatment.
The impact on her head let the sorceress' naked body dash against the table in her room. In sheer desperation, one of her hands reached for the paper knife and made her run against the dwarven molester in a fury, her lilac eyes filled with pure hatred. Yennefer wanted to ram the knife-like tool into his non-existing heart as often as it was necessary to make sure he would be never able to make his leering expression again.
Her loud bawling resounded through the room and corridor, as Netek achieved to stop the sorceress by holding her at the wrist and pushing her back against the edge of the table. Although he was one head smaller than Yennefer, the dwarf had a well-trained and strong body, and therefore little problem to cope with her.
But the angry sorceress didn't give up, wrestling for life and death with gritted teeth. "DIE you piece of SHIT!" Yennefer yelled from the bottom of her heart, looking him straight in the eye. The paperknife was shaking heavily, swinging from one side to the other while never hitting its actual target. With her other hand buried deep inside his face, her fingernails started to cause some deep, painful scratches on his cheeks.
"Enough!" Netek yelled when he pushed two fingers deep into the sorceress' gushing cunt and began fingerfucking her, watching her eyelids flickering pruriently and her deadly expression changing into a cum-craving one. Yennefer was totally caught off guard as an immense bolt of pleasure shot through her body and forced her to unfasten her tight grasp around the paperknife, letting it dash against the floor with a loud clank.
"Fucking. Stupid. WHORE!" Netek hissed, disarming the horny sorceress' will and petite physique at once while vigorously continuing his thrusts into her and eliciting torrid moans from her glossy lips in return. Yennefer's hands dropped, her own fingers clutched at the edge of the table, trembling uncontrollably, as her eyes closed and her lower lip was bitten with helpless desire, her body craving after more and more and changing into an obedient and docile plaything.
"You are a naughty whore. You just have to accept that once and for all before it's too late and you get hurt really badly," he stated and proceeded his hard fingerfucking while slapping her stiffened tits softly, enjoyed their jiggling feedback when the sorceress's eyebrows arched in pleasure. He started to think that it would be better to not give Yennefer the antidote anymore. This way, she would stay more open to arguments and be less annoying.
"Antidote... Can't take it... much longer... Aahhhh..." Yennefer moaned, climaxing and feeling her heart pounding painfully in her chest. There was not much time left.
"You have to say the magic word, me cherry blossom. C'mon, show a little decency," Netek mocked her again.
"Pleeeeasse. I'm dying. Can feel it," Yennefer uttered pleadingly, as she saw the dwarf taking something out of his pocket. It was a little vial with pink gleaming substance, her lifesaver.
Netek popped the cork, increased the speed of his thrusts and looked up into her eyes when he stated sternly, "I will give you the antidote if you tell me what you really are, the exact same way you told me before you had your mouth full of me cock. Convince me. Tease me. Beg me to become me bitch."
Yennefer felt the pressure in her chest increasing steadily while she had a problem to remember the specific words she had used at the beginning. The constant teasing of the dwarf's fingerfucking and the poison's side effects made the thinking process pretty much impossible, as the heat and pleasure reached their incredible climax and caused Yennefer to blurt out those words which were just on the tip of her tongue, "I am a horny little, cock-sucking slut... please use me as your personal cunt... I need you sooo bad. Please Mister Rivay pleaasse... I beg you, make me YOUR BITCH!!"
Hearing herself saying such incredibly humiliating words made the bombshell cum in no time and her body almost collapsed backward onto the table. In an instant, she wrapped her slim legs around the molester's torso and pulled him against herself, with his eyes on her b-cup tits and his fingers sliding much deeper into her. Even Geralt had never the privilege of being called 'Mister' during their countless sex sessions.
But those were other times and now it was a simple question of life and death.
"And you'll be a good pet and behave yourself?" Netek asked while teasing her gushing cunt and looking into her eyes.
"Yes, yes I will, Mister Rivay!" Yennefer replied automatically with her derisive but sexy accent. The way she said 'Mister' applied to a teenage girl.
"Oh me bitch, we will definitively have our fun tonight. Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out like a dog's bitch. You've earned your bone," the dwarf ordered and watched how the hot sorceress obeyed his instructions without resistance, her lilac eyes already being completely suppressed by their pupil's empty blackness.
As the whole gleamy substance poured down her esophagus, Yennefer's expression turned into stone. Within a moment, she felt the heat retreating and pressure peaking off from the backside of her eyes to nowhere, her heart's painful knocking at the rips changing into friendly buzzing in her ears. Her eyes widened with relief as she was finally over the worst, she thought.
Unlike the pain, the pleasure didn't disappear. The greedy dwarf's fingers were still inside her, making their thing. "Now you're out of danger again, me cherry blossom, let's make you ready for the dinner tonight. Now put these things on and let Mister Rivay see what a good sorceress cunt you really are. Alright?"
The sorceress' empty eyes were locked on his, as her head nodded slightly with hanks of her shoulder-length hair sticking on her flushed cheek. Her body was floating, feeling fresh like a bucket full of icy cold water pouring down her head, dripping to her puffy nipples and then finally running down her slender legs.
When his fingers slid out of her soaking pussy, Yennefer felt the twitching and tingling of the parts of her body coming back, as the tight embrace of her legs around the dwarf's torso broke loose and dangled relaxed in the air. She watched narrowly as Netek licked off his pussy-juice-covered fingers one by one and moaned with pleasure.
"Mmm so delicious, like strawberries. A sorceress' pussy juice is just the best."
And there was it again; the humiliating and debasing feeling beating its way back to her mind.
Yennefer pushed those feelings aside, still too confused and happy to be out of danger again, as she pushed herself off the table and bend down to pick up the clothes, as a hard slap on her bubble butt echoed through the room and forced a little high-pitched wail to pass Yennefer's plush lips. But Netek seemed not to just want to leave it that way as he began to squeeze her ass possessively and enjoy its firmness by slapping her one more time.
"Unbelievable. It's literally beggin' me to slap and squash it firmly. Damn, can't wait to see it gettin' spoiled by me hips," he said by gritting his teeth with relish as the bent sorceress looked back at him with a degraded glint in the eyes. She had still problems to understand the situation properly she was in right now.
"What is happening right now? What am I doing here?" Yennefer asked herself, still trying to reconstruct the last minutes as she finally picked the clothes from the wooden floor and a shock crossed her face. The whole outfit was only made of three parts; a backless sleeveless dress, a leather belt and two ankle-high-heeled boots, but no undergarments like panties, bra or stockings. The skimpy dress had a cleavage going deep down to her bellybutton, like the backside down to the beginning of her ass crack. In addition to that, it had a penetrating smell of sex and spunk, remembered her of cheap brothels and stables. But this and the cuttings weren't even the worst part; the dress itself was very short, its hemline ending right at her upper thigh, or better say right below her raw buttocks.
"That's not a dress, more a tatter worn by a..." Yennefer uttered her thoughts loudly, as Netek added appreciatively, "Whore. Yes. And you are one, in fact. As a bitch and fuckslut, you should feel fine wearin' it. Now hurry up, people are already awaitin' us."
"Why? What are you talking about? No!" Yennefer growled in an unpleasant surprise.
Netek's expression went dark, as he pulled the sorceress down to her knees by grabbing at her shoulder-length hair. A sharp cry escaped her mouth as he tilted her head forcefully backward and made her look straight into his eyes.
"As I mentioned before, me cherry blossom, we will meet the Captain and the whole crew in the dinin' room. And let me make one thin' absolutely clear," he barked with toxic sight, choking the sorceress' thin neck hardly. "When you try askin' the Captain, the traders or anyone else for any help or even dare to refuse followin' me orders just for once, I will not just tell all people on the fuckin' continent what a filthy whore you really are and how eager you were to be my little bitch, no, I will also tell about your magic problem and let the Witch Hunters know where they can find and ravish you."
"Did I make myself clear enough now?!"
Struggling against the upcoming blackout, Yennefer was barely able to shake her head in approval before Netek let her fall to the ground and whistled loudly. During her coughing, the sorceress recognized a man appearing at the door, looking even familiar to her for unknown reasons while holding something big and lantern-like in his hands.
"And before you get any wron' ideas, me sorceress bitch, let me friend Alfred explain to you what this is actually," Netek said and pointed directly to the thing in his friend's hands.
The stout human was grinning broadly, as the massive thing dropped and made an ear-piercing, metallic noise when its bronze-gleaming hull bounced on the wooden floor. "This, my Lady Yennefer, is a ninety pounds, pure dimeritium cylinder including an effect range of eight-hundred feet in all directions in real and magic space. We respectfully call this gorgeous girl; the Witch-Fucker."
Netek bent over the shattered sorceress, obviously enjoying her pale expression to the fullest, as he added blatantly, "Yes, finally, there it is, real and sincere desperation. And before you ask, we have hidden that naughty girl in the lowest part of the ship under so much lead you were never able to see this comin'. You didn't really think that I would have tried to prove my theory without any backup? Alfred is gonna place this girl in the middle of the deck to make sure you will still remain the submissive slut you actually are."
Feeling her heart freezing for a very long time, Yennefer had the creeping horrors, feeling like she was actually caught in a trap which left her speechless. For the first time in her life, she was really feared, having nothing like her magic up her sleeve.
"Now get your ass up, and put these clothes on," Netek barked and nudged the paralyzed sorceress with his feet, her body jerking horrified.
Yennefer did what she was told, put on on the skimpy dress, tightened the leather belt around her slim waist and slipped into the ankle-high-heeled boots to make the whole slutty outfit sit perfectly on her. It seemed that if the heat and poison wouldn't have killed her, the dwarf and her ego would do it for sure. As her sexy frame reflected in the mirror nearby, both men's eyes widened in eager anticipation.
The beautiful sorceress was drop-dead gorgeous. Because of the shortness of her black dress and ankle-high-heeled boots, her legs looked incredibly long and luscious, her skin was as pale and flawless as a sixteen-year-old girl. Every inch of the dress hugged her body tightly, but the V-cut allowed everyone a delicious view of her front chest, including half of each of the petite globes of her b-cup tits.
The same went to the V-cut of her backside, which was going so deep down that someone could push his index finger into her asshole without any problem. And to put the cherry on the cake, her raven-black hair was open and falling on her shapely shoulders, making her look wild and lascivious, begging men desperately to pull it while her body was getting fucked roughly from behind.
"Wow. You are the most beautiful whore I've ever seen in me life," Netek stated with licking his lips and tilted his head to look up the sorceress' short dress. "But a whore like you needs a name that fits the purpose of her life more precisely... Hmm, yes, think I got one; Cock-Sucker Jenny, or just Jenny when the time is short, hehe, if you know what I mean."
Both men's laughing resounded in the room, as Yennefer's stomach made a hard turn when hearing the name. Her glossy lips curled in remembrance of her childhood. It was the same name as her mother used to call her.
And made her incredibly angry.
"What's wrong? Why looking so pissed off, Jenny?" The dwarf asked with his concern feigned clearly.
"You WILL PAY for this. When this all is over, I WILL KILL you," Yennefer hissed, expression deadly and voice confident as ever. "I WILL kill you and REVIVE your dead bodies, JUST TO KILL YOU AGAIN! OVER AND OVER UNTIL YOU FAT PIGS BEG ME FOR MERCY!!!"
Yennefer's face was foaming with rage, fists clenching and eyes shooting bolts. "From the very moment this ship is docked at the bay, you will be pretty much dead. You-..." The sorceress' little outburst was cut off by Netek's loud, disrespectful chuckle and self-complacent countenance. His self-esteem confused her in particular. It didn't resemble the way most people reacted to her or her serious threats. Under normal circumstances, most people would back off, begin to sweat and beg pardon on their bent knees.
But not this dwarf. Not at all.
He didn't avoid eye contact at any one time. His breathing was constant and his arms crossed. Yennefer realized that he was even holding himself back, his posture revealing her he wasn't impressed and afraid at all. She couldn't read the dwarf's mind like she always did in such situation, but she had enough experience with human beings, their volatile behavior and unlucky attempts to bluff and make them look stronger and greater than they actually were, to recognize that Netek was definitively not one of them. The copper-green-eyed dwarf's assurance was based on unshakable belief, not on empty rhetoric and false self-esteem, even though he really acted like a jerk. Despite his obviously big ego, he was also very self-possessed. A dangerous character trait.
It started to dawn on the raven-haired sorceress.
Something was underway.
But what?
"Who are you really? Whatever they pay you, I'll double it," Yennefer uttered suddenly.
Netek's cheery chuckle turned into a dead-serious face, eyes still locked on hers and not blinking. It went quiet for a moment while they bandied looks. Somehow, Yennefer was impressed by his expression, which looked as deadly as hers when she always intimidated people to get what she wanted. Now she understood what it had to mean to people to get stared this way from the opposite.
"Makeup."
"What?" Yennefer muttered surprised.
The dwarf's eyes glowed possessively. "Makeup, bitch. Reapply your Makeup and comb your hair. A whore's value as human being and price are defined by her look and blowjob skills. Now fuckin' move your ass, Jenny, before I lose my temper for good and beat you fuckin' stupid face into a mess," he blurted out with brutal aggression.
"Just tell me your price and-..."
[SMACK]
A loud noise of a hard slap resounded through the cabin, as Yennefer was cut off again, this time more painfully than the previous one. As she was ready to protest, lips already open and head turned back to him, he spat her directly on her face and some pearls of the saliva even reached the roof of her mouth. "A cunt only speaks when spoken to. First and most important rule. Now fuckin' move on and do I've told you, bitch!"
Yennefer kept quiet and obeyed for now. Humiliated on the one hand, angry on the other, she felt how the saliva ran down her beautiful face. After brushing the sticky gross liquid away, she reached out for the hairbrush and began combing her bustling hair, and then reapplied the makeup, the tint of her eyelashes and glossy lipstick. In the end, like an obligation, she also put on her famous gooseberry perfume. To her surprise, both sailors said absolutely nothing and just watched how she did her preparations.
After readjusting her star pendant at her choker, her stern gaze skimmed along her body for the last time. Her appearance was beyond all hope; her wet pussy was looking slightly out from under her ultra-short dress, her b-cup tits were saying 'hello' through the cleavage with her puffy pink nipples pleading 'pinch me' through the soft fabric. Even Yennefer would call herself a whore now, like one begging desperately to get fucked for one or two crowns at a dark muddy back alley.
And she would actually prefer to die than to be seen in that so-called outfit in public, but the wretch of a dwarf had her by the balls, in the figurative sense.
"Alfred, me friend, what do you think of our respected Lady Yennefer right now? Isn't she lookin' damn hot and sultry just like the Holy Fire itself?" Netek asked the burly human as he made the ashamed sorceress twirl around, like a sex object for men's desire.
The stoud sailor seemed to have problems to find the right words to describe his thoughts, as he just nodded his head in approval with beads of sweat running down his reddened face. His semi-erect cock was already poking around the buttons of his pants at the eager thought of her plush lips tightly wrapped around its bulbous head, her tongue gliding up and down along the shaft so eloquently that it would make him cum all over beautiful face.
"Yes, you're totally right Alfred. Cock-Sucker Jenny's appearance is breath-takin', but there is one thin' left to make her the best-paid hooker on the continent," Netek stated and kneeled before the sweaty sorceress' sexy legs as he fetched something from his left pocket. It was a garter, red in color, a common symbol of the prostitutes, indicating she was willing and on duty, looking for customers and tricks, or in other better words; the worst and most degrading thing Yennefer could think of.
"C'mon, me cherry blossom, raise your feet. Don't waste me time," the cold-hearted dwarf uttered when he sensed the sorceress' persistent hesitation. Her eyes were closed, her lips sealed and quivering, having the feeling she was signing off her own public execution. Wearing a skimpy dress, that was a challenge she could handle somehow, but this obvious token disparaging herself and her status in such unmistakable way, that was something impossible to get rid of the people's memories.
And at the dinner, each participant's and even the most ignorant one's eyes would pop out of his head and false innuendos would spread like wildfire all over the continent, such as Yennefer of Vengerberg was hooking like an ordinary prostitute now, and was so broken and desperate that she was selling her body to make ends meet. The whole incident would also destroy the last remaining hope of her haunted and tortured friends of the Lodge, and also reveal her possible whereabouts to the Wild Hunt; it was like committing political and personal suicide at the same time.
Yennefer was still struggling for a possible expedient, a way out if this terrible misery. She didn't want to get forced to sex, neither betray her friends nor risk Ciri's safety in any way, but knew this was wishful thinking. From the start, she knew the whole trip to find her daughter will be risky and difficult, that she had to make sacrifices, but the necessity of getting fucked, disparaged and used as a whore wasn't in her mind.
"Jenny!!!" Netek shouted out with the same biting tone and severity like her authoritarian father did, as the sorceress raised her right feet.
"Absolutely gorgeous. The transformation of Yennefer, the useless cunt of pisshole Vengerberg, into Cock-Sucker Jenny is finally accomplished. Later, me cherry blossom, you'll make your debut and earn your spurs as me bitch," the dwarf stated when he pulled the red garter softly up to the middle of her thigh, the way it was clearly visible to anyone.
The sorceress didn't even dare to look at it, as her head turned away with disgust and a vacant expression.
"Oh Jenny, you liked the outfit as much as we do right? If you changed your mind about bein' a horny slut and me bitch, you're free to wear somethin' else of course," Netek uttered sardonically. "Please speak up for yourself."
"It's perfect, Mister Rivay. Especially the garter," Yennefer replied and felt the heat boiling inside her again, as the dwarf pushed her to the bed and caused her to topple over and lose balance. She collapsed and looked over her shoulder as Netek slapped her bubble butt few times and ordered, "You will stay like this, me cherry blossom, on all fours and legs spread wide open! It's time something big gets pushed inside your tiny little pussy."
Before the proud sorceress could say anything in return, Netek got his seven-inch, piston-like cock out of his pants and grabbed her waist tightly to make sure her butt wasn't going fall sideways. Then, in a single thrust, he pushed his length slowly inside her tiny wet cunt, exploring with his cock what his mouth and fingers had already have earlier, as his hips began to move. A lusty groan escaped Yennefer's lips when her blackmailer started to pound her energetically and unleashed all of his suppressed power on her.
"Now fuckin' tell me again what you really are, Jenny. C'mon, learning goes by repeating, bitch!" Netek barked and lifted his feet to assume a squatting position by pulling her hair forcefully and then pushing her upper body down to the bed to steady himself. With Yennefer's pussy now more open, he easily forced his cock to the hilt with his next thrust, stretching her pussy wider than anyone or anything has before. It was only then that he began to pump madly, his hips working his cock frantically in and out with long hard strokes while leaking precum inside her.
"Ahhhhhh! ... Fuck!!!" Yennefer cried out, her body trembling, shaking back and forth on the soft blanket at each thrust deep inside her. In heat, she didn't even tried to breake away and roll over, couldn't make any move because of the bulky dwarf's body and weight pressing against her petite sorceress frame. Moreover, with every new thrust her breath was pushed out of her chest, leaving her unable to groan or even scream as her dwarven molester fucked her cunt in earnest.
The sorceress couldn't believe how she had got into this situation, as she gritted her teeth and watched from the corner of her lilac eyes how Alfred got his cock out of his pants too and stroked him frantically to make himself ready for his turn with her.
"I'm getting fucked... the dwarf is fucking me...!!!" Yennefer thought, trying to realize what was happening to her.
In the meantime, Netek's cock continued to hammer her mercilessly, and Yennefer couldn't much do than pant and sob as she received her rough treatment mixed with a devilish feeling of being punished for something she had never done. It was powerful, formidable in ways that she simply couldn't understand, couldn't fathom. The dwarf didn't let up for a moment, didn't stop for anything as he recklessly relished in her body and adored the tight pleasures it offered him in exchange while the bed frame was taking a hard punishing, creaking under pressure.
Yennefer had never been fucked or treated with such remorseless disregard like she was so low and inferior. In the bedroom, she was regarded as kind and loving, a woman who was deserving of respect even ignoring her status and standing. Geralt had never complained about her and been the most tender and sensitive man she had ever known. What would he think of her, once he found out that she was plowed and forced into sex like a common and helpless woman he knew so many? Could he ever look into her eyes or touch her body again?
She doubted it deeply.
"I WILL NOT STOP POUNDIN' YOU UNTIL YOU TOLD ME WHAT YOU REALLY ARE!!"
Netek continued to ravish her cunt and spoil her buttocks brutally, his affection only based on treating her like a gutter whore, his every touch possessive and declaring ownership of her. Yennefer realized quickly that his cum was marking her, serving as a proof of his superiority and her submission. Everything he did was supposed to be vile and twisted, and his sexual habits so depraved and vulgar being even worthy of a derisive sorceress of the Lodge.
"I am a useless bitch!" Yennefer screamed instantly.
"AND WHAT ELSE?"
"And the most depraved cock-sucking whore on the continent!"
"AGAIN!!!"
"I am Yennef-..."
"NO YOU'RE NOT, BITCH. SPEAK THE TRUTH!! I DON'T KNOW ANYBODY BY THAT NAME!!"
"[Moans.] I am Jenny, a useless bitch... and the most depraved cock-sucking whore on the continent!"
The sorceress' cheeks reddened in shame, as she realized how he was successfully trying to domesticate her like a defiant dog, and the fact she seemed to be so weak and helpless while her body was used and the different parts of her fought madly in frustration over the feelings pounding through her, proved a delicious thrill which Netek seemed to savour in particular, with his hard slams into her pussy, filling her up with cock like she had never been before and shaking her to the very core. Her breasts heaved and bounced between the cleavage of her skimpy dress as he pulled her hair and pushed her upper body up, making her rock while her sexy frame was moving violently and pushing deep into the mattress again.
"REPEAT!"
"I am Jenny, a useless bitch and the most depraved cock-sucking whore on the continent... Ahhhh fuck!"
She never heard of any dwarf being in such physical condition to go this hard, but perhaps sex was the only sort of hard work the corrupt sailor engaged in. The primal, heavy fucking was something completely new to the sorceress, and she had to keep reminding herself how awful it was, in case her mind begin to follow suit with her body and start even enjoy it. It seemed to be a futile fight, but she knew she had to keep going and try to resist as long as possible, at least for Ciri's sake.
"You're so silent, bitch. Like gettin' fucked and used as me fuckdoll, do we?" Netek snorted and spanked her bubble butt possessively, as his hips coiled into Yennefer's bulging buttocks like mighty bolts of a crossbow. "Just be honest with you, accept your true nature, and give in BITCH!"
Yennefer was ready to yell back at him, tell him she would never do that, as pleasure boiled up and rushed through her body, causing a profound moan to escape her lungs and betray her into an unwanted statement, "Yessss... I-... fuck!" Her pussy was going crazy, gushing in the aftermath of her little outburst when her pussy juices ran over her red garter to the mattress beneath. The pleasure became so dominant, hammering so hard through her, and demanding entrance into her fading mind and craving soul that she couldn't maintain resistance anymore, and got trapped in between.
"AGAIN WHAT ARE YOU!"
"[Climaxes.] Jenny... [Climaxes.] useless bitch... [Climaxes.] most depraved cock-sucking whore... [Climaxes.] continent...!"
"And Jenny do you like gettin' pounded like a cheap slut?!" Netek grunted, his thrusts pushing harder and deeper into her insights as never before. Their reproductive organs were locked into place, with him being inserted fully into her womanly cave and the sorceress hugging his precious prick with the closeness of her small, tightly-fitting glove. The two organs frolicked together at their biologically-fated meeting, with him throbbing gently and her, as his recipient, sleek tissue squirming all over.
"Y-yes. Yes. Yes!!!" Yennefer admitted in shame and wished at the same time Geralt had fucked her this way just once.
"YES WHAT?!
Yennefer hated herself so much for finding pleasure in this but her body was going crazy like hell and taking her mind hostage before tumbling into the abyss.
"Y-yes I-I li-... aahhhh not so haaarrdd... like being fucked like a cheap slut, Mister Rivay!"
"You apologize for beating me up in the Captain's cabin?!" Netek grunted and enjoyed any little moment of the sorceress' mental blackout as he maintained the bulldog sex position and rammed her gates continuously, his pace increasing and his groans getting progressively louder by each bounce of his hips with her ass cheeks.
"Y-Yes oh by the goddess yes! Ahhhh! I'm so sorry," Yennefer sobbed.
"Then beg me to keep fuckin' you and fill you up, slut!"
Yennefer felt like she was watching herself from outside of a window, not being in control of her own body anymore. Like she was getting pounded and actually happy about it.
"Ple-Please Mister Rivay please keep fucking your bitch's pussy! She needs it so bad! Fill her infertile womb up like a big dog his little bitch!!" Yennefer exclaimed in heat, feeling the shame burning inside her and her pussy still trying to stretch beyond its limit to get accustomed to the dwarf's thick cock before it was suddenly forced into her again and making her let out a silent scream of painful pleasure as Netek's thrusts became much longer, and the bulbous head of his cock began to brush against her virgin G-spot, teasing it in a way no one ever did before.
"NOT CONVINCED. TELL ME AGAIN WHAT YOU ARE BITCH!!"
"I am Jenny, your useless bitch and your most depraved cock-sucking whore on the continent... [Climaxes.] My pussy awaits your most precious gift, Mister Rivay!"
For the first time, Yennefer could exactly feel how her vaginal canal was getting filled from each powerful stroke the dwarf caused on her, and as more and more hot spurts of pre-cum filled her and even splattered directly her cervical opening. The sorceress looked back to watch the striking penis moving in and out of her, more relentless than anything she had ever experienced as silent tears ran down her cheeks and each powerful, body-shaking thrust caused her repeatedly to utter, "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh," at each single, brutal clash of his fat balls with her swollen clit.
"Want me to stop ploughin' you, bitch?" Netek asked with a wicked grin.
"No!... So good... fuck m-..." The frantic sorceress panted, unable to finish the sentence as the feeling of her stretched pussy finally brought her over the edge and any shame she felt was quickly overpowered by enormous pleasure rushing through her slim body, making her moan and her whole body tremble, with her ass up in the air so Netek was able to continue to hump her ass, his thick piston sending shocks of pleasure through her body with each and every thrust while causing her ears to fill with the sound of her vagina squelching with each little motion in and out her pussy.
"Now let's see how you handle this whore," Netek growled as he fucked the sorceress right into an incredible orgasm, so powerful and crushing that it was too intense for her to even recall if she had had one this good before, which was a good indicator that she hadn't. Her raw body exploded in lust and shivering, tingly bliss as searing hot excitement ran through her veins. Yennefer twisted and cried out, moans spilling from lips tinged with enough guilt and horniness to make it clear that she didn't want to stop, but Netek hardly cared about anything other than the fact he had fucked her to such a powerful orgasm.
His own climax followed rapidly, his cock erupting and throbbing within her clenching vaginal vice as he pumped her velvety snatch with another hot load of spunk before pulling out halfway to let him have it both ways; not only did Netek fire off a thick burst into her to leave her squirming happily, but he also left a sweet trail of cum leaking out her now gaping pussy as he fired off the rest of it right onto her folds, frosting her bare-shaven cunt and painting across her thighs and her red garter.
"Ah there is nothin' comparable with bein' the first real fucker of a sorceress cunt. Just magnificent!" Netek stated with relish and jumped off the bed, stretching out and giving a hard smack on the sorceress' flushed cheeks.
Yennefer went limp on the bed, ass still up in the air, whining in defeat and in the aftermath of her first, real heavy fuck as she could feel the sticky warmth of the cum inside and out, providing pleasure she didn't want, and a warm feeling of elation that she pushed reluctantly off to the side.
The rough fucking Yennefer had received left her ragged, her orgasm making her breathless, and to cap it all off, the sorceress had been pumped full of cum that now leaked out of her, the whole flashbacks of her shame being composed by the man who had done it all to her, looking at her like she was a trophy, making her feel useless and degraded like never before.
Like a true woman.
And in addition to the blowjob, she couldn't justify her loss of control simply by blaming the heat. This time, she allowed herself to get defeated and for that reason, she couldn't hate herself more. But strangely enough, a part of her seemed also to like this sexual excess for unknown reasons, how her vagina walls were stretched out to take a cock with such an impressive size of girth and resilience into her tiny feature that she hadn't any other choice than to submit herself to its predominance.
Dwelling on confusing thoughts, Yennefer felt the mattress bouncing slightly as Netek walked on the bed to her left side and kneeled down, placing his lips close to her left ear while caressing her spoilt buttocks softly.
"Tell me Jenny, what are you?" Netek whispered calmly, his palm floating over her aching butt giving the sorceress a pleasurable feeling, as she replied without thinking, "Your useless bitch and most depraved cock-sucking whore, Mister Rivay."
"Damn right, whore. Never ever forget that."
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