"Sandwich her," the Count said.
They moved.
The Lord lay on the bed on his back. They dragged Vess—limp, drugged, trembling—and positioned her on top of him. His cock entered her pussy from below. She was on her back, lying on his hairy chest. The Prince entered her ass from behind. The Baron stuffed her mouth. The Count knelt beside the bed and forced her hand around his cock again.
She was filled in every hole.
Cunt. Ass. Mouth. Hands.
Every part of her body was occupied by fat, sweating, vengeful nobility. The bed groaned beneath the combined weight. The white cushions were soaked with sweat and blood and seed. The smell of the room was a thick, humid fog of musk and sex and cruelty.
"Yeah," the Baron grunted, his cock in her mouth. "Yeah, take it. Take it all. You laughed at four nobles. Now you serve four nobles. You are our slave. Our cum slave."
"MMMPH~!! GLK~!! NGH~!!"
