The Baron and the Count moved to her sides.
They knelt beside her. They lifted her upper body. They pressed their cocks against her tits. The bruised, heavy breasts were pushed together. The Baron slid his cock between them. The Count did the same from the other side. Two cocks. One tit each. They fucked her tits while the Prince fucked her cunt.
"Look at her," the Lord said. He was kneeling at her head, stroking himself, watching. "Look at the bitch. A cock in her cunt. Two cocks on her tits. She is a fuck-sleeve. A meat-toy. A nothing."
"Please—" she sobbed. Her face was lifted from the pillow by the position. Tears ran down her cheeks. Snot bubbled from her nose. "Please— I cannot— I am coughing— I cannot breathe—"
The Baron gripped her throat.
He squeezed. Not hard enough to choke. Just enough to control. "Then cough. Cough on my cock. Cry on it. Your tears make it slicker. Your snot makes it better."
PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! COUGH— COUGH— HAAAAANGHH~!!"
