Lucifer (2)
As befitted the season, the basement held its cool, cellar chill. It was exactly the sort of place where a person ought to feel cold—yet I didn't feel the slightest chill at all. If anything, I was burning, as though a fire had been lit beneath my skin. My lower belly throbbed and ached something vicious.
"Hngh... ah..."
I did my best to keep the moans in. Rihardt would only enjoy it more if I didn't. But that proved easier said than done. It was ironic—this was supposed to be my own body, and yet I couldn't control a thing about it.
"Hahk—! Nngh!"
It felt as though I was being toyed with precisely as Rihardt intended. No—as a matter of fact, I was being toyed with precisely as he intended. The sound of my own breath squeezing past my throat and prying through my lips embarrassed me.
"Lucy's little panting voice. I like it."
He said it right against my ear, so his breath came through with it—ticklish, and enough to raise gooseflesh all at once. I was this wrecked, this overheated, and the man himself still kept that composed tone. I suppose a man who's handled plenty of women really is built differently somehow.
"If I touch you here, you'll give me an even prettier voice, won't you?"
"Hyaang!? Nngk!"
A humiliation past all describing welled up inside me. It wasn't as though I could simply choose not to feel it when he never once let the stimulation lapse—how was I supposed to hold back my reactions? And on top of that, his technique and his insight were both masterful. He'd ferreted out every spot I responded to most keenly, and now he balanced stoking the fire against driving me to the edge in exactly the right measure. A man who's already spent himself a few times might struggle to feel anything no matter how badly he wants to, but a woman is different. I learned, at Rihardt's hands, that I could come again and again—as many times as he pleased.
"You came again, didn't you?"
"I d-didn't... hyaah..."
Even once I'd peaked, Rihardt didn't stop. Chasing ever stronger stimulation, ever greater pleasure for me, he kept busily at work.
"Hahhhn... nnk... hiih..."
Holding back my moans was close to impossible. He hadn't drugged me or put me under hypnosis, so how could it possibly feel this intense? Was this what it was like when too much pleasure boiled your brain stupid?
"If I'd known you'd enjoy it this much, I should have started ages ago."
Caressing my waist one moment, pressing down hard on my belly the next. Seeming to lose himself in my soaked pussy, then flicking my stiffened nipples so I couldn't bite back a single moan. Stealing kisses before I knew what was happening, until I couldn't even breathe properly. The only thing he wasn't doing was putting it in. And even so, I was already taking a working-over that rivaled the pleasure of the act itself. Handled like this, how was I any different from a toy?
"Hnk... nn... hnnk..."
"Look at the state of you, Lucy?"
Rihardt licked the sweat-slicked skin of my body with his tongue while his fingers stirred my cunt, drenched through and glistening.
"Hahk... haah..."
With my body bound, the pleasure registered all the more vividly, all the more certainly. How many times had I come? I had no idea. All I knew was that I'd been wrung out past counting. Facing a Rihardt who had well and truly set his mind to it was exhausting beyond anything I'd imagined. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to turn my face from the pleasure he offered. But pleasure hammers away at the brain without mercy, and mine—beaten to rags—at last gave up on resisting and simply went along. I could not hold out. Not against waves of pleasure that seemed determined to carve into my skull the truth that I was not a man but a woman. Impossible or not, I had to endure. It was better than Karen Florence coming to harm, wasn't it? With every last scrap of strength, I fought the pleasure.
"Mmm. But, you see..."
Rihardt, who had been feasting on my body, stopped dead and looked at me. I registered the vicious thread of mischief woven through his eyes. Somehow, I did not like the feel of this.
"It's written all over your face that you've been coming, so I've decided it's about time I stopped indulging your lies."
"I d-didn't... c-come... hyaah!?"
I scrambled to deny it, and Rihardt seized my breast. Hard enough to leave the imprint of his fingers.
"That's a lie, isn't it?"
I couldn't manage any reply at all—not when he handled my body exactly as he pleased and it burned and gasped and heaved for it all the same. The helplessness of being able to do nothing made me wretched. And do you know what was wretcheder still? That even with my breast seized that hard, pleasure rang louder in me than pain. At this rate, I really ought to sit down and consider in all seriousness whether I might have a masochistic streak after all.
"Throwing tantrums is something you should have graduated from as a child. From now on, every time you tell me a lie, I'm going to put it to Karen's pussy instead. You've got me decently worked up too, you see—your doing, really."
He tugged down his trousers, and there stood his monstrous cock, jutting up tall as a spire. Karen was in poor condition as it was; there was no way on earth she'd take something like that and come away whole. In other words, my lying had just been cut off at the source. This was an emergency.
"...You son of a dog."
Desperation wrung my true feelings straight out of me. Rihardt, far from offended, seemed positively delighted by the cursing.
"Now you're slandering my father too? You really don't know the meaning of fear, do you, Lucy?"
Smirking, Rihardt rubbed my clit with his fingertip. The elation that surged through me was so fierce I half-believed I could feel every last drop of blood racing along my veins.
"Hnnk... nk... nk..."
It felt good. So good that I came again—lavishly, so loud there was no possible way to hide it. And since Rihardt was the one holding my body, he noticed at once as it twitched and convulsed like I'd been struck by lightning. His untroubled eyes gazed down at me.
"Lucy. Nothing you'd care to say to me?"
Damn the bastard. He called my name as though he wanted to hear it straight from my own lips. Shivering all over like a newborn calf, I gathered my scattered breath. And then, as if resigning myself to it, I spoke.
"...I came."
"To whom?"
His hands closed over my ass and my breasts. A body that had just climaxed, raw and oversensitized, found even that touch threatening. I flinched. For one instant I very nearly tipped over into another climax. The self-loathing that flooded me then was vicious—to be feeling sexual pleasure even in a moment like this.
"...T-to you, young master."
"How? Say it plainly, or this goes straight into Karen."
Rihardt's index finger, the one that had been tormenting my pussy, pointed at his own cock. Ha. Threatened with a dick. I've lived long enough to collect some truly absurd threats in my time, but this was a first. It was so ridiculous that even laughter wouldn't come.
"Your finger rubbed my... my clit, young master, and I climaxed."
"Did it feel good?"
I gave no answer. I simply glared at him. Did he find that attitude of mine amusing? Rihardt's finger went back to work on my clitoris.
"Hyaang!?"
"Would you kindly stop acting like you're desperate to be bullied?"
"When did I ever... hyaah..."
"Believe it or not, I'm holding back quite a lot right now. Though I doubt it looks that way from where you sit."
My insides had already melted to jelly under his caressing when he suddenly drove his fingers in deep. It was a dizzying depth—the strength drained from my knees and left me swaying. I felt with startling clarity his thick fingers boring into my narrow hole. Pushing my flesh aside as they advanced, they dealt me unpleasant pain and masochistic pleasure in the very same breath.
"Nnhk... ih..."
"I've noticed you like it deep, Lucy. Does it feel that good when I scrape your insides?"
"N-no... it's... not... you're scr—"
"And what was it I said I'd do if you lied to me?"
I was irritated. At Rihardt, for pressing me so. And at myself, for taking it from him without a shred of resistance.
"It feels... good, Rihardt, young ma—hnk... your thick... fingers..."
"Mm-hm. Do go on."
"Pushing... deep, deep inside me—hnk... and scr-scraping me there... it's too... good... so... good, haah..."
"I told you to explain. Who said you could come?"
"I'm n-not— I only... came while I was, expl-explaining!?"
"A come is a come."
My breath snagged. That was twice already. At this pace, the third would come calling soon enough. A quiet despair took root—at the knowledge that I could stall no longer. That I would fail to keep Karen Florence safe.
"You're already down to your last chance. You really are a lewd little thing, aren't you, Lucy?"
"Hnnk... hk..."
I panted as though hyperventilating. The mental pressure and the bodily strain were both closing in on their limits. What was I to do? I couldn't lie any longer. And yet if I meekly admitted I'd been coming, Karen would be made to suffer for it in my place. Like a prisoner's dilemma—a choice between two answers, and no right one among them.
"Lucy, are you frightened you'll come again?"
"...Yesh."
At my honest answer, the corners of Rihardt's mouth curled up into a crescent.
"You were honest with me, so I'll extend you a little clemency in return."
"...Clemency, you say?"
"If you suck my cock for me, I might just grant you the chance to raise your count by two more. How about it?"
"I'll... do it."
"And my thanks?"
The bastard, preening over nothing at all. I was meant to feel grateful for the privilege of sucking a man's cock. Something inside me shattered into pieces. Perhaps it was whatever scraps of manhood I had left. Summoning the most fawning expression and voice I could manage, I answered.
"Rihaa... rdt, young maaster... to this vulgar, leewd maid...?! Hnnk... for deigning to bestow... your coock as a rewaaard... I thank... yooou..."
He burst out laughing, as though he'd been waiting for exactly that.
"You truly cannot flatter to save your life, can you, Lucy."
Rihardt undid the bindings on my body. I dropped to my knees at once and brought my eyes level with his cock. Just from a rough look, I could tell that swallowing the whole of it would be no small undertaking.
"No teeth. Understood?"
So even the great Rihardt feared getting his dick bitten, did he?
"I'd hate to have to pull Lucy's pretty teeth out with my own two hands, after all."
...
Under that glacial threat, I meekly opened my mouth. And a thick, long rod of flesh slid in past my lips. Was my mouth too small, or was that bastard's cock simply damned enormous? It might well have been both. Which would perhaps explain why it felt as if my jaw were about to come clean out of its socket.
"Warm and wet. Feels lovely."
His huge hand clamped down on the back of my skull. The strength that came with it left no room whatsoever for resistance, and my head was borne down toward Rihardt's abdomen. Which meant, in plain terms, that the cock filling my mouth had pushed all the way into my throat.
"Hrk—kk—gkk."
Ah.
I can't breathe.
No figure of speech. Literally, physically, I cannot breathe.