The Raunchy Revenge of Merille Morningtide – Chapter 03 [dubcon][fantasy][orgasm denial][oral]

“I-I…” she started, but words would not come out.

It was easy when darkness and long tresses of fake golden hair concealed her features. Under the illumination of a glow-crystal and surrounded by four men, the pleas stuck behind the lump in her throat.

The bandit came for her without warning. He plunged deep inside her with his fingers while rubbing at her slick bud with brutal speed.

“No! N-No…I-I can’t…” the petite merc groaned, her head jerking back from the violent onslaught of pleasure.

“Then tell me! Do you want to cum, Raven?” Salus asked through sadistic chuckles as he continued to abuse her sopping pussy.

“Nghh! I-I…I…”

Pain shot through her when the black-haired bandit tugged on her erect nipple. His rough fingers clamped on her pink tip until it reddened with agony before he twisted and pulled on it cruelly.

The blend of rapturous torment overwhelmed her. Merille wanted to fight it, to escape their captivity, and to not succumb to the pleasure. But coherent thoughts tumbled out of her grasp as if she was trying to hold water in shaking hands.

A powerful shudder lanced through her, and she groaned. Her body convulsed against the savage stimulation. A dread twisted her guts at the rapid swelling of a new climax.

She looked up at the blonde through teary eyes and saw the cruel delight on his face. She tried to protest, to beg, to say anything so he would not stop, but his fingers were gone before any words could leave her lips.

“No! No! Please…” she cried, trembling uncontrollably from another lost climax.

“Then answer me. Do you want to cum, Raven?” Salus asked again, a giddy excitement thick in his voice at her crumbling resolve.

“Yes…” she croaked, then added more loudly, “Yes! I want to cum! Please let me cum!”

The wicked grin that stretched his lips sent an icy thrill down her back. Admitting to her desire was only the beginning. He would not stop until he had trampled her pride and crushed her dignity.

She could no longer stop the detestable yearning that swelled inside her. It seeped through her body, pulsed through her veins, and wiped every other thought from her mind.

Salus released her black hair and stood. A condescending smirk played on his lips. A nod from him and the other men let go of her. “Then show me how much you want it,” he said before his pants dropped and his cock popped free.

The veiny thing was fat and throbbing. Its reddened, engorged head bobbed tantalizingly between his legs. His odor wafted around her, thick with heady stench of sweat and male musk.

Her mouth watered, and her violet eyes stared unblinking at a clear bead oozing from his slit. She tasted the phantom salt and felt the delicious stretch of her throat before a convulsion rippled up from between her legs.

He braced both hands on his hips, looking down at her. “Do it! Show me how much you want to cum,” he ordered and jerked his hard length at her face.

The pounding of her heart was deafening. Anger and defiance lost in the vicious torrent of her insatiable lust. His command became her desire and her need.

Merille struggled to her knees. The rope binding her wrists scraped her skin from the awkward movement, but she barely noticed the pain. She gulped, looking up at the blonde bandit with defeat and submission. But instead of revulsion, dizzy exhilaration rose in her chest.

It was as if a gate was unlocked inside her, and these dark, depraved cravings poured out. Flooding and filling every inch of her with masochistic urge and yearning to be dominated.

As if this was the *true* self she had pushed away with the forgotten memories.

The Raven was merely a facade that was built upon a blank slate. A *fake* persona that faded away when the *real* one returned.

She rose as her mouth parted and her tongue stretched out. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment from the intense stares of the other men. The heat of their leering gaze was palpable on her naked flesh, and her body ached for their abuse in response.

Her tongue flicked up at the drop of his precum and her skin prickled with goosebumps from the taste of his salt. A flash of dark alleys and revolting men filled her mind.

For countless nights, Merille knelt in the dirt in front of those strangers. Their hands in the fake blonde locks as they pounded her face like a cheap whore they picked up off the street. Their demeaning words fueled her lust as she stroked herself to climax beneath their ruthless face-fucking.

Dark shadows had kept her identity hidden all these years. Even when they took her savagely. Their fat cocks plowed in and out of her like sledgehammers and she moaned for them, groveled for them, and praised them for ravaging her.

In this tiny cell, however, she had no shadow to hide her face. No darkness to mask her elation and wanton bliss from being humiliated and degraded. And no seclusion to keep her cries of pleasure from being heard.

And the exposure sent a giddy tingle through her core.

Her lips closed around his bulbous crown, and his musk enveloped her. A moan rumbled from her chest as if she had just tasted something exquisite.

“She really did it!” one bandit blurted, his voice rising a pitch higher in surprise.

“What did I tell ya? As long as she’s a woman, I can make the Raven my bitch,” Salus chuckled before looking down at her. His callus hand came to her head and stroked in the same way one would pet a dog.

Merille could have bitten down and maimed him for life. But the insult did not stoke even a spark of anger. It only intensified the submissive lust, making her more eager for the taste of his cock.

She bobbed her head, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust. Wetness flowed freely down her thighs in long rivulets and her pussy pulsed with longing to feel him between her legs.

The bandit groaned. His entire body trembled in pleasure and triumph. He held the back of her head in both hands, then shoved forward. His pelvis slammed into her nose as his cock shoved past her gullet and buried inside her.

She moaned delightfully at the delicious stretch in her throat. He kept her there, pinned to his crotch with his hard length lodged in her tight depth, relishing the control he had over her.

“Do you like my cock, Raven?” he asked, tilting her face up slightly so she could look up at him through the veil of tears.

“Mmmhmm…” she purred for him instead, unable to form words with her full mouth. Her cheeks flushed as he laughed, basking in his conquest.

The petite merc remained still for him. Not because she could not move, but because she enjoyed the snugness of his girth in her confines and the weight of his heavy sack on her drool-slick chin.

“How the fuck did she change so suddenly?” a baffled voice came from behind her, coaxing another chuckle from the blonde.

“You fucking break them,” Salus said, still holding her against his crotch as if she was a mere accessory to decorate his cock with. “Make her want it so bad, she just can’t think about anything else,” he added, then gestured at Merille.

“Look at her. She’s the fucking Raven for Crystals’ sake! Now, she’s sucking my cock like a horny bitch.” His cock swelled in her throat as he humiliated her in front of his men.

Saliva dripped from her chin in thick ropes to spatter her pert breasts as she waited obediently. Her pink nipples stiffened painfully in the humid air and her pussy quivered with anticipation, but she stayed quiet and meek.

Just the way she was *trained.*

His umber gaze shifted to her violet after a moment, and her skin prickled with expectation. Salus moved, drawing his hips back while holding her head in place. His glisten shaft withdrew from her sucking lips until only his crown remained in her mouth.

He slammed into her without warning, but she was prepared for him and took all of him without gagging. His balls slapped wetly against her chin as the impact squished her nose against his pelvis, dazing her for a moment.

Pain and depraved pleasure rippled through her like intoxicating waves that pulled her lower and lower into the abyss of endless lust.

*Yes! Fuck me! Use me! Ruin me!* the thought echoed in her mind in place of the words she could not voice.

Her cheeks hollowed with suction as he pounded in and out of her mercilessly. Each thrust rammed deep into her throat with brutal force that threatened to choke her. But she forced herself to relax for him so she could take him again and again without fail.

The sloppy clashes of their flesh continued on for long minutes as the bandit used her like a piece of meat. Merille moaned and sucked on his rutting length, relishing his dominance and yearning for his hot seed.

She did not have to wait long. The blonde tensed up abruptly before a growl rumbled through him. He drove into her one last time just as he roared with deafening bliss. His cry of pleasure filled the cell and his hot jets coated her throat in smoldering heat.

Warmth swelled in her belly with every greedy gulp, while his pungent tang tainted the air around her. She purred in rapturous bliss when his thick load sprayed her tongue as she savored the viscous salt.

The bandit yanked her from his gyrating cock and smeared her face with the last two squirts of his cream. The first of many markings she would undoubtedly receive.

The marks of her submission. The marks of their dominance.

Merille collapsed unceremoniously on rough wood when he released her black hair. She grunted from the pain but quickly turned back to Salus.

“Please…Please fuck me…Make me cum…” she begged, groveling on the floor.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll make sure you cum your brains out,” Salus snickered, and the dark smile that stretched his lips also appeared on his men.

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