He yanked her upward by the collar, forcing her to straddle his leg while still kneeling. Her massive breasts pressed against his thigh, the nipples he had already tortured now standing painfully erect against the fabric of his pants.
"You're doing so well, Helena," he whispered, his hand sliding down to grip one of her ass cheeks with bruising force.
Squeeze.
The impact made her cry out, "Ahh! Nnngh!" a sound that was half pain, half involuntary arousal.
"Now, let's see if you can beg as well as you can lick."
Rex wasn't finished with her humiliation; he was merely escalating it. He grabbed Helena by the violet collar, dragging her across the marble floor until she was positioned directly between Leonidas's shaking legs.
The position was calculated as cruelty. Leonidas was forced to watch her face, to see every twitch of her lips and every tear that escaped her eyes as she was desecrated, unable to move a single muscle to intervene.
