"Showing our little dunmer the pleasures of a human woman." And Casain was dragged over to Sosia, so he could look iinto her horrified eyes and smell the fear coming off her. Farkas shoved his head down, so that his mouth was level with Sosia's breasts. "Go on, boy. Suckle those teats." Casain was to afraid to move. He'd been whipped before. He could be whipped again, he wouldn't do this, he wouldn't let Farkas have his way and then Gharam pulled down Casain's trousers and shoved something terribly, terribly cold into his ass. Casain could not keep himself from gasping.
"The dwemer were a terribly inventive people." Gharam told him as spasms of pain wracked his lower body. "I can, for example, lower the temperature on this until it's below freezing or I could burn you from the inside out." He lowered his head to whisper in Casain's ear. "Or I could shove this between that hole in your legs and make a woman out of you if you don't start suckling. Your choice."
Tears were streaming down Casain's face as he fastened his lips around Sosia's nipple and began to suck. She was lactating already and the more milk he drew from her nipple, the more tolerable the machine in his ass became. After what seemed like an unbearably long time, Farkas wrenched his head down, kicking the back of his knees so he had no choice but to kneel. "Now make her scream, boy." Casain had never done this before. Casain had never been this weak before, as he sucked and licked and closed his eyes and desperately wished she would open her mouth and scream already so that this would be over for both of them and he realized as he thought that that she was already making as much noise as she could, that her collar wouldn't let her scream, that the strangled moans he was eliciting were all she could do. Farkas put his foot on the back of Casain's head and forced his face deeper into Sosia's abused pussy.
It was almost an hour before Gharam unceremoniously removed the artificial phallus and he was allowed to scramble back to the opposite wall, weeping like a child. They threw the key to her shackles at him and left. It took him fifteen minutes to get to his feet and unlock her restraints. I'm sorry. He signed at her as he helped her clean herself, as he helped her dress, as he wept and made a terrible, childish keening sound. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry and gently she pulled his hands apart and clung to his chest, shaking like a leaf in the wind as he put his arms around her and hugged her with all his might. They would sleep like that, curled up in a corner, afraid and sore, for the rest of their time in Gharam gro Nagorn's household.
A Trip To The Market 6/?
"The dwemer were a terribly inventive people." Gharam told him as spasms of pain wracked his lower body. "I can, for example, lower the temperature on this until it's below freezing or I could burn you from the inside out." He lowered his head to whisper in Casain's ear. "Or I could shove this between that hole in your legs and make a woman out of you if you don't start suckling. Your choice."
Tears were streaming down Casain's face as he fastened his lips around Sosia's nipple and began to suck. She was lactating already and the more milk he drew from her nipple, the more tolerable the machine in his ass became. After what seemed like an unbearably long time, Farkas wrenched his head down, kicking the back of his knees so he had no choice but to kneel. "Now make her scream, boy." Casain had never done this before. Casain had never been this weak before, as he sucked and licked and closed his eyes and desperately wished she would open her mouth and scream already so that this would be over for both of them and he realized as he thought that that she was already making as much noise as she could, that her collar wouldn't let her scream, that the strangled moans he was eliciting were all she could do. Farkas put his foot on the back of Casain's head and forced his face deeper into Sosia's abused pussy.
It was almost an hour before Gharam unceremoniously removed the artificial phallus and he was allowed to scramble back to the opposite wall, weeping like a child. They threw the key to her shackles at him and left. It took him fifteen minutes to get to his feet and unlock her restraints. I'm sorry. He signed at her as he helped her clean herself, as he helped her dress, as he wept and made a terrible, childish keening sound. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry and gently she pulled his hands apart and clung to his chest, shaking like a leaf in the wind as he put his arms around her and hugged her with all his might. They would sleep like that, curled up in a corner, afraid and sore, for the rest of their time in Gharam gro Nagorn's household.