“She seems quite . . . enthusiastic,” the Shepherd said from behind her. “But can she multi-task?”
“She can do many things at once,” Shane assured his guest.
Shamira just knew that she that her dress was being lifted up, exposing her minuscule panties. Those were ripped off with ease, and then her sex was penetrated from behind. The Shepherd had to be kneeling as he took her, but he did not seem to mind. She had cock in her mouth and pussy, and that made her happy. The Shepherd felt long but slim, making it easy for him to slide in and out of her with rapidity.
“Prepare to accept a symbol of my power over you,” Shane said, withdrawing his member from Shamira’s mouth. He pointed the head at her face and ejaculated, coating her face with streams of his seed. It dripped from her nose and mouth and cheek, which he seemed to please him. He zipped up and stepped away, allowing everyone in the room to see her face.
Shane leaned over and whispered into her ear. “Whore.”
“Yessssss,” Shamira hissed as the Shepherd continued to enjoy his vaginal plundering. She watched Shane step away, then came face to crotch with the Alpha. His manhood strained against his tights, and . . . ‘Wow!’ she thought. ‘That thing is huge!’ And when he whipped it out. It had to be ten inches long at least, as well as being thick with a beautiful head. “You are Alpha,” she muttered, then lowered her eyes. She was not supposed to address her dominant. Of course, the Alpha was not a dominant in the sense she was used to.
“Damn straight,” he said, pushing his way into her mouth. “I enjoy your style of hospitality, Lord Stapleton. Most lords just offer me something to drink.”
“Most lords do not have as fine of fare as I do,” Shane replied with a smile. He was very proud of his group of sexual deviants.
“I’ll say. If you hadn’t made this one a vampire, I’d certainly like to see her as a werewolf.”
“She does seem content on all fours.”
“My kinda girl,” the Alpha replied.
Shamira’s mouth was being stretched to the limit, and she felt a small flush of pride as the Alpha expressed his interest in her. ‘What can I say?’ she thought. ‘A girl wants to be wanted.’ The idea of getting access to this kind of manhood on a regular basis had a certain amount of appeal. She wondered if Clara might consider getting a strap-on of similar size.
The Shepherd had been enjoying himself for several minutes more before cumming inside of her. He gripped her ass cheeks hard as he unloaded a surprisingly large amount of seed. He rested inside of her for a minute longer before withdrawing, leaving a void that Shamira hoped would soon be filled.
“Excellent,” the Alpha said, pulling out of her greedy mouth and taking position behind her. “This is how animals are supposed to do it,” he added, plunging his sword all the way into her sheath in one movement, driving everything from her body except the gratitude of being completely filled by him.
“My god,” Sebastian spoke from the audience, his voice carrying feigned shock, “she really has no dignity at all, does she?”
“I don’t pay her for her ‘dignity,’ now do I?” Shane replied.
Shamira could barely keep track of any conversation, her body given to the powerful man who was drilling her from behind. He was relentless, bordering on brutal, stretching her opening to its limit. She wanted to cum, but she held back, wanting him to satisfy himself first.
“Representative, you gonna have a go with her?” the Alpha asked as he hammered Shamira.
“Undress in front of the masses?” she asked pointedly. “I’m not a savage,” she added, her voice lightly mocking. “Turn her around, however. There is something she could do for me while serving your purpose.” As Shamira’s platform was quickly spun around while the Representative slipped her dainty foot out of her shoe, presenting it for Shamira to worship.
As the Alpha started using her sex for his pleasure again, Shamira started to lick and kiss those feet and sucking on those toes. Shamira had never really saw feet or toes as sexy before, but damn if they weren’t turning her on at the moment. And the Representative was not exactly complaining.
‘Thousand year-old vampire has a foot fetish,’ she thought. ‘Who would’ve thunk?’
“Might wanna take them lovelies out of her mouth for a sec,” the Alpha said.
The old vampire shot him a glare, letting Shamira finish cleaning her right big toe before pulling her foot away. Then Shamira realized that the Alpha was just preventing those toes from being bitten off when he pulled out of Shamira’s pussy and drove that telephone-pole of a cock slowly into Shamira’s ass.
“Sweet Mother of the Moon,” the Alpha growled. “This thing is so tight, I’m surprise you get any work done, Stapleton.”
“Oh, she’s plenty of work by herself, I assure you,” he said a bit dryly. Shamira would have rolled her eyes at him if they were not about to pop out of her head. The Alpha was taking his sweet time as he navigated her asshole like a semi-trailer winding its way down a farm road. It could be done, but it was going to take a while. And she was enjoying the ride more than she would have thought possible.
The first time she had been taken anally, it had just hurt, but now she understood the pain . . . even relished it. She looked forward to the moment when her sphincter ring relaxed a bit and the sharp pain turned into an ache that she could really get into. She wanted more, generally preferring anal penetration when she was being violated in her other orifices as well. When it was safe, at least she got to suck on the Representative’s toes again.
‘I can’t believe I’m thankful to have toes to suck on,’ Shamira thought, until the pressure in her asshole made further thought impossible.
“What do you say to these nice people?” Shane asked her.
“Thank you,” she said after the Representative pulled her toes out of Shamira’s mouth, her voice gaspy.
“Louder,” Shane told her, “and be more specific.”
“Thank you,” she said so that everyone could hear her, “for fucking my ass and making me a whore.”
“Oh, I think you were a whore before I ever showed up,” the Alpha said. Shamira took it as a compliment. His cock plunged deep into her and then he stopped, and she could feel him explode, his seed streaming into her ass and making her feel warm. But then he withdrew, leaving her with a hollowness that she wanted filled. Hot semen leaked out of her and into the crack of her ass, and all she could think was that she wanted more.
Once the Alpha was drawn, the true games began. One table at a time got up and brought her over, each person taking whatever pleasure they wanted with her. Her dress had been torn to shreds as each abused her in some way. She noticed that the doms all were taking their turns first, and they were rougher with Shamira than their guests had been.
Renata helped Reaper out by grabbing Shamira’s head and shoving it onto his cock until he came all over her face, then Renata forced the captive to lick the werejaguar’s pussy. Bangaly got similar help from his lionesses. Sebastian and Henry tag-teamed her with some double penetration, then Yosyp stepped in to make it an all-holes-filled trifecta. While those three fucked her every which way but loose, Bjorne and Monique were actually biting her on the shoulders, arms, and breasts. Hard enough to hurt . . . hard enough to please.
All three men deposited their loads onto Shamira’s face, giving her a glazed look. That was when Clara came in for a bit.
“You are looking a bit worse for wear,” she said disapprovingly. She held up a garden hose complete with a variable-setting spray head. She started washing the cum from Shamira’s body, then turned the hose onto “stream” and sending a concentrated stream of water directly onto her crotch.
Shamira gasped out of instinct. It was like using the shower sprayer back home, but a hell of a lot more intense. She tried to ask permission to cum, but she got sprayed in the face whenever she opened her mouth. She experienced an insane climax and was unable to anything but gurgle.
“She came without permission, didn’t she?” Shane asked. He watched his shaman nod, then made a “tsking” sound.
“She is my responsibility for the time being,” Banshee said. “If it pleases you, I shall punish her.” When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair.
Shamira’s soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira’s current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider’s web.
Both her breasts were lightly bound as well, though a good portion of skin was still available, as was every point of entry. And the ropes were applying pressure on some very sensitive parts of her body, specifically the outer rim of her mound. When Banshee pushed her fingers between Shamira’s folds, that mound was pressed tighter against the ropes.
This was the first time that Shamira had been able to enjoy Banshee’s particular brand of domination, as the former Yakuza member tended to be more elaborate and time-consuming in her preparations than other dominants. She kind of liked it. Her bindings seemed both more strict than metal cuffs and chains, but was also more comforting and comfortable.
“She’s ready,” Banshee said proudly. She gripped Shamira’s nipples and pinched them hard while Shamira bit her bottom lip. Banshee stepped backward but did not release her hold, stretching those nubs out until they were finally released to an audible sigh. Then the woman began to disrobe, leaving her herself in a leather corset, matching thigh-high boots and . . . well, that was pretty much it.