Dullahan Onahole, Jeanne (5)
"Do whatever you want with me as an onahole. But unless you give me a command, don't expect me to fawn over a bastard like you."
Seeing Jeanne close her eyes as if she had nothing more to say, Han Yeoul let out a sigh.
"Did I push her to stage 2 too fast? I didn't expect this level of resistance."
Until now, he'd never encountered such fierce defiance from Brina or Slami. He pondered his next move.
Should I use a command?
With his Absolute Dominion Authority, a command would make her usable as an onahole, but it stung his pride. What kind of owner was he if he had to force submission from his own creation using orders, despite bearing the title of [Onahole Master]?
"If the mouth pussy's no good, we'll just have to use the throat pussy."
While Yeoul agonized, Brina suddenly twisted the head she was holding, forcing Jeanne's nape to face him.
"If she won't open her mouth, we use a hole that can't be closed."
"Hey, you don't mean...?"
Yeoul caught on in horror, while Jeanne cracked her eyes open, glancing around in confusion.
What are they planning?
Brina's smile across from her felt ominously wicked.
"If there's a neck, we can fuck the hole in it, right?"
Brina aligned Jeanne's neck stump with Yeoul's rock-hard cock and shoved the head down. His shaft plunged through the esophageal opening in her neck cross-section, battering her uvula.
"What the...? Gack?! Urk—glurk...?!"
"Gah! What the hell?!"
Both Yeoul and Jeanne recoiled in shock at Brina's audacity.
"Guhk—?! Urgh—!! Glurk...! Kek! Gulp!! Wretch—!!"
—That's not a hole for fucking...!! Urk—!!!
Jeanne especially retched violently as the intruding cock reversed up her esophagus, which was meant only for swallowing.
Yeoul, initially freaked out, soon groaned in ecstasy from the novel sensations rippling through his dick.
"What kind of throat grips like a real pussy...!"
Every time Jeanne gagged and tried to force the cock back down her throat, her entire neck convulsed, pushing against it. Yeoul, accustomed only to sucking sensations, shivered at this reverse pressure, his balls quaking. Plus, the upper esophageal sphincter at the base of her throat clenched like a tight pussy entrance—truly a throat pussy, as Brina claimed.
"I hate to admit it, but Jeanne's mouth and throat pussy talents surpass mine. It's a realm I couldn't even dream of touching."
Brina genuinely envied the unique throat pussy ability born solely from Dullahan material.
"Guhk...! Krrgh—!!"
Jeanne, too dazed to respond, rolled her eyes back, foaming at the mouth as she dangled limply from Yeoul's cock like a toy.
"Impressive talent, but her technique's lacking. At this rate, Master won't hilt fully."
"Gohk—?!!"
Spotting the uvula blockage, Brina tilted Jeanne's head back, straightening her esophagus and mouth into a single line. The path cleared, and the cock—previously halted—slid out through Jeanne's mouth with a pop. Her severed neck made the combined mouth-throat length just shy of Yeoul's full size, so the glans peeked coyly from her lips.
"Oh my, how cute."
Brina cooed at the protruding tip while Slami cackled beside her.
"Haha~ What's that? She can't even swallow a dick properly? Third one's a trash onahole who chokes on cock? Trash, trash~"
"Want to take over from here, Slami?"
"I can? Yay~"
At Brina's concession, Slami eagerly grabbed Jeanne's head.
"Mmph?! Mmmph...!!!"
Jeanne, half-unconscious, thrashed wildly at Slami's grip.
"Ooh, she reacts even better with Slami holding her?"
The more Jeanne tried to speak, the more her throat pussy quivered, stimulating the buried cock.
"Time to start moving, yeah?"
The taboo thrill had him throbbing, but he needed proper pistoning for release.
"Hmm~? Want something even better?"
Prodded by Yeoul, Slami teasingly rocked Jeanne's head back and forth, testing the waters. Precum oozed from the glans tip peeking between Jeanne's lips, dribbling down her chin.
"What a waste~ Slurp~"
A translucent tentacle from Slami scooped the precum into her mouth.
"Mmm~ Tastier than before! Not bad, trash Master~"
Her sparkling praise pushed Yeoul over the edge. He bucked his hips.
"Kyaa~ Can't hold it already, trash? Fine, no more teasing. Hup~ Hup~ Cum already~"
Glared at by Brina, Slami stopped playing and began earnestly pistoning Jeanne's throat pussy on Yeoul's cock.
"Glurk?! Gohurk—!! Krrgh?! Uwaaagh...!!"
Jeanne's head bobbed like a proper onahole, with zero regard for her personhood—purely for his pleasure.
"Tighten a bit more..."
"Special service, just this once~"
The reverse peristalsis felt great, but the lack of grip beyond the entrance disappointed him. Slami promptly wrapped tentacles around Jeanne's neck and squeezed.
Squeeze—
"Ngh?! So tight...!!"
"Kehhek—?!!"
Snapped awake by the choking, Jeanne grasped the situation.
I said use me as an onahole, but treating me like an object...!
They were strangling her just to improve the grip while fucking her throat-mouth straight through. Worst of all, despite the humiliation, a primal satisfaction welled from her depths, independent of her will.
Don't enjoy this, damn it!
Brina, sensing Jeanne's awareness, instructed her as Yeoul neared climax.
"Purse your lips tight around Master's cock, exhale to seal your mouth pussy against it. And don't forget to tease with your tongue."
Jeanne wanted to ignore it, but Slami's secreted aphrodisiac had her in heat. Her head obeyed involuntarily, craving more pleasure. The enveloping mucosal grip surged Yeoul's urge.
"Urgh...! Here it comes!"
"Hehe~ Premie Master, already? Hup~ Hup~ Shoot it~"
Slami sped up to match.
"Kehgh—!! Glurk—!! Gohk—!! Krrk...!!!"
Jeanne's throat emitted inhuman gurgles as her eyes rolled back again. Her body reveled while her mind resisted, twisting pleasure into torment.
"Oops~ My bad~"
Too fast—the cock slipped past her uvula into her nasal passage.
"Ngh...! Cumming!!"
The sudden texture shift broke him. His mind filled with semen-fueled bliss.
Semen... filling me up...!!
Euphoric fireworks exploded in Jeanne's head. Submission would have been bliss, but she clung to defiance—her undead will, honed over years of retaining selfhood.
I am... I am...!
Even her ironclad mind could only resist so much. As excess cum erupted from her mouth and nose, she blacked out.
"Pffft—!! Buwaaagh......!!"
"Huh? Not absorbing? More for me~"
Slami gobbled the overflow Jeanne's stage 2 body couldn't handle. Yeoul, recalling her earlier pout, let her have it—no semen potion today.
Schlick—
Slami realigned the cock from nasal to oral, then suckled the glans peeking from Jeanne's lips like a straw.
From above, it looked like a sticky lesbian kiss—hot as hell.
"Sluuuurp— Pwah~ Delicious~!"
After draining the last drop, Slami pulled away. Yeoul withdrew from Jeanne's throat pussy.
Schlorp—
"I'll clean you up."
Brina sucked the cum-coated shaft fresh from Jeanne's throat, polishing it spotless.
Yeoul marveled at Jeanne's head, fainted without a final whimper.
"First onahole with such a rock-solid ego."
He hadn't known resistance could cause mental overload blackout instead of pleasure coma.
"She'll break eventually—time's on our side."
His semen was a stronger drug than any aphrodisiac for onaholes. No matter her resolve, repeated use would addict her.
"How does a neck even take a dick? What's the anatomy here?"
Curious, he lifted her limp head and inspected the stump. Without the former necromantic energy's dark shimmer, the cross-section was visible—but still pitch black, obscuring details.
"It's black?"
Even without visible energy, it was cleanly veiled in black. Not what he'd expected, but better—no grotesque realism.
"Like a portal?"
Formerly leaking energy, now it seemed spatially severed. Probing the soft flesh, he felt the throat passage his cock had traversed. The sphincter parted slickly for his finger, revealing sticky, sopping mucosa.
An invisible but definite cock-hole existed.
"This is the real throat pussy."
A neck-stump fuck—Brina's genius idea baffled him. Unconventional as hell, but done was done.
"Every hole on an onahole exists for Master to fuck. Simple concept. Did you enjoy it, Master?"
"Felt wrong at first, but damn, it was good..."
As a literal onahole hole, the pleasure was unreal.
"Then... won't you reward us now?"
Brina turned, spreading her dripping pussy with fingers, wiggling invitingly.
"Jeanne may excel at mouth and throat pussies, but my real pussy won't lose~"
"Trash Master~ I'm still hungry too?"
Sated on overflow cum, Slami joined, presenting her pussy alongside, hips swaying.
Two onaholes with distinct charms, pussies spread before him—his spent cock stiffened anew, lust rising.
"Not tapping out already? Premie~ Trash dick~"
"Haha, as if."
Falling for Slami's childish taunt, he gladly alternated ravaging the two naughty onaholes' pussies.
...Monday tomorrow. Wonder if I'll wake up on time.