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CHAPTER 29

M ary

Beaumont’s eyebrows rose, a slow smile spreading across his face. “An excellent suggestion,” he purred. “What do you have in mind?”

Georgy’s grin widened, revealing teeth that seemed unnaturally white against his tanned skin. “You sit on the couch. Make her ride you. Then I’ll take her ass while she’s on your cock.”

I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips at his words. The thought of being stretched so completely, filled by both men at once, sent a jolt of terror through me. And yet, to my shame, I felt a fresh gush of wetness between my thighs.

Beaumont nodded, settling himself on the plush leather couch. He crooked a finger at me, his eyes cold and predatory. “Come here, whore. Time to show what that sweet cunt of yours is good for.”

On trembling legs, I approached him. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me to straddle his lap. I could feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against the entrance to my mortifyingly hot sheath, and I closed my eyes, trying to center myself.

“Open your eyes, whore,” Beaumont commanded harshly. “I want to see the moment you take me inside you.”

I obeyed, forcing my eyes open to meet his steely gaze. Slowly, agonizingly, he lowered me onto his shaft. I couldn’t hold back a gasp as he filled me completely.

“That’s it,” Beaumont groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Take it all like a good little slut.”

As I adjusted, whimpering, to the intrusion, I felt Georgy move behind me. His large hands gripped my hips, and I tensed in anticipation.

“Relax, little one,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Or this will hurt much more than it needs to.”

I let out a sob of utter debasement as I heard the criminal warlord call me little one , the same thing—though, thank God, not the very same words—my true master called me. I tried to force my body to loosen, but it was nearly impossible with Beaumont’s thick shaft already stretching me so completely. I felt the blunt head of Georgy’s cock press against the tiny aperture, and I couldn’t hold back a cry of fear and unwanted arousal.

Georgy pushed forward slowly, but relentlessly. The burn was intense, almost unbearable. I cried out, tears streaming down my face as he breached me fully.

“So tight,” Georgy groaned. “Like a virgin.”

“She practically is,” Beaumont chuckled darkly. “At least when it comes to being used like this.”

The two men began to move in tandem, thrusting into me with a brutal rhythm that left me gasping for air. The sensation of being so completely filled, stretched to my absolute limit, overwhelmed me. Pain and pleasure blurred together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

As they used me, treating my body like nothing more than a receptacle for their lust, I felt myself slipping away. The physical sensations began to fade, replaced by a rushing sound like wind through ancient branches. Suddenly, I was no longer in Beaumont’s opulent study. Instead, I found myself standing at the base of Yggdrasil, the world tree.

The trunk rose before me, impossibly vast and etched with countless runes. As I gazed upon it, I realized I was seeing the present moment, frozen in time. Images flickered across the bark—Beaumont’s and Georgy’s faces contorted in pleasure, my own body caught between them.

But there was something else, something I hadn’t noticed before. As my consciousness drifted around the trunk of Yggdrasil, I saw flashes of other moments from the past few days. Jean, the guard who had escorted Camille and me to our rooms that first night, appeared in many of them.

With a jolt of realization, I understood. Jean wasn’t just a guard—he was the Pretorian Guard agent, hidden in plain sight. The way he moved, the careful blankness of his expression, the subtle ways he positioned himself to overhear conversations—it all made sense now.

As this revelation washed over me, I became distantly aware of Beaumont’s and Georgy’s voices, floating up from the physical realm where they continued to use my body.

“Fuck, this ass feels amazing on my cock,” Georgy grunted. “So tight and hot.”

“Indeed,” Beaumont agreed, his voice strained with pleasure. “One of the best investments I’ve made in a long time.”

Their words seemed to echo around me, mingling with the rustling of leaves in Yggdrasil’s vast canopy. As the men’s pace increased, driving me closer and closer to the edge, I felt myself being drawn upward into the tree’s branches.

The world around me shifted, images of possible futures flickering like fireflies among the leaves. I saw Jean, his face intent as he questioned me about the meeting with Georgy. In this vision, I was in a stark room, my wrists bound to the arms of a metal chair. Jean’s voice was low and urgent as he pressed me for details.

“What exactly did they say about the power grid?” he demanded. “Every word, Mary. It could mean the difference between life and death for thousands.”

The scene shifted, and I saw myself being led down a long corridor, flanked by stern-faced men in dark suits. The Pretorian Guard, I realized with a jolt of fear. They were taking me to some hidden facility, far from Beaumont’s chateau.

But where was Camille? I searched the branching pathways of the future, desperate for a glimpse of my friend. When I finally found her, my heart sank. She was still here, in Beaumont’s chateau, being used by a guard, prostrate over a bolster on her little bed as the man astride her plowed her helplessly wet pussy brutally from behind.

I understood then, with crystal clarity, that I had to act. When Jean moved to extract me from the chateau, I had to make certain Camille came too.

As this realization washed over me, I felt myself being pulled back into my physical body. The sensations came rushing back—the stretch and burn of being filled so completely, the slap of flesh on flesh, the men’s harsh breathing in my ears.

My body was coiled tight, trembling on the edge of release. I knew that when I came, the vision would end. I had to hold on just a little longer, had to make absolutely certain of what I needed to do.

In that suspended moment, balanced between ecstasy and revelation, I made my decision. Somehow, when Jean questioned me, I had to give a reason why Camille would also be essential to the Guard. Our mission, and perhaps thousands of lives, depended on it.

The tension in my core reached its breaking point. As the first waves of my orgasm crashed over me, I clung to that certainty, letting it anchor me as I was swept away by pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

I screamed, my body convulsing between the two men. Beaumont and Georgy grunted in unison, their cocks pulsing inside me as they found their own release. For a moment, the world went white, pleasure obliterating everything else.

As I came back to myself, gasping and trembling, I clung to the knowledge I had gained in my vision. Find Camille. Find a way to keep us together.

I trembled as Beaumont’s and Georgy’s manhoods slipped out of me, leaving me feeling achingly empty. My thighs quivered, sticky with their combined release as it began to trickle from my well-used holes. The men’s harsh breathing filled the room, mingling with my own ragged gasps.

“Fetch the champagne, whore,” Beaumont commanded, his voice rough. “It’s time to celebrate our new partnership.”

On shaky legs, I pushed myself up from the couch. My entire body ached, a deep soreness settling into my muscles. As I moved across the room to the ornate bar cart, I could feel their eyes on me, appraising my naked form like a prized possession.

The champagne bottle was already chilling in an ice bucket. My fingers trembled as I wrapped them around the cold neck, condensation beading on the green glass. I carefully maneuvered the heavy magnum back to where the men lounged, along with two crystal flutes that caught the light filtering through the study’s tall windows.

“On your hands and knees,” Georgy instructed, a cruel smile playing at his lips. “You’ll serve as our table, little one.”

Swallowing hard against the lump in my throat, I sank to the plush carpet. The fibers tickled my sensitized skin as I positioned myself between them, my back forming a bridge. Beaumont took the bottle from my hands, the loud pop of the cork making me flinch. The effervescent liquid fizzed as he poured, the scent of expensive champagne filling the air.

“To a most profitable venture,” Beaumont toasted.

“And to the downfall of our enemies,” Georgy added, his glass clinking with my owner’s somewhere above me.

Then I felt them place the nearly full flutes carefully on the small of my back. The cold crystal made me shiver and the weight of the glasses pressed into my spine. I tried to focus on keeping perfectly still. One wrong move and I’d spill their drinks, surely earning a harsh punishment.

As the men sat back down on the couch where they’d just fucked me, they began to discuss their plans in more detail. I strained to catch every word, knowing how vital this information could be.

“Selecta’s influence over the European energy markets has become problematic,” Beaumont mused, picking up a glass of the champagne and taking a sip. “Their control over key infrastructure gives them far too much leverage.”

Georgy grunted in agreement. “Which is precisely why our little project is so crucial. Once we implement the virus in their control systems, we’ll be able to manipulate power flow across the entire region.”

My heart raced at his words. A computer virus? The implications seemed staggering, if I understood the stakes correctly. With control over Selecta’s systems, couldn’t these men plunge entire cities into darkness, or worse?

“Tell me more about this virus,” Beaumont pressed, excitement evident in his voice. “How soon can we deploy it?”

As I knelt there, my back straining to support the weight of the champagne flutes, I found that I could listen to Beaumont and Georgy’s conversation with an intensity that surprised me given the humiliating distractions of the scene. My strange sexual training as a volva seemed to have sharpened my senses, allowing me to focus on their words even as my body ached from their earlier use.

“The virus is a masterpiece of coding,” Georgy explained, his voice thick with pride. “Once deployed, it will give us complete control over Selecta’s power distribution systems. We can cause blackouts, surge electricity to sensitive equipment, even overload entire grids if we choose.”

Beaumont let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Impressive. And the timeline?”

“We’re prepared to launch within a fortnight,” Georgy replied. “My team is just waiting for final confirmation from our inside man at Selecta’s Paris headquarters.”

I felt my heart race at this revelation. A fortnight. Two weeks. They planned to unleash this chaos in just two weeks. The urgency of my mission, of getting this information to the right people, pressed down on me even more heavily than the crystal glasses on my back.

“Excellent,” Beaumont purred. “Though I must admit, I’m a bit concerned about potential… complications.”

“Such as?” Georgy’s tone had grown wary.

Beaumont sighed. “Well, my Nordic allies might not approve of such a direct attack on Selecta. They have their own interests to protect, after all.”

I struggled to keep my breathing even, shocked by Beaumont’s casual mention of his connection to the Sons of Odin. Had he forgotten where I had come from? Or was this some sort of test?

“Bah,” Georgy scoffed. “Any interested friends need to understand that the world is changing. Groupe Synergistique should go its own way now, just as we’re doing to your east. You can’t be held back by old alliances and outdated codes of honor.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Beaumont mused. “Still, we should be cautious. These friends… well, I wouldn’t want them as enemies.”

As they continued to discuss the potential ramifications of their plan, I found myself marveling at how easily I could retain every detail. My training, such as it was, seemed to have unlocked some hidden potential in my mind, allowing me to process and store information with perfect clarity.

I also realized, with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, that the intelligence I had just gathered held immense value—not just to the Pretorian Guard, who as an affiliate of Selecta would be eager to thwart Beaumont and Georgy’s schemes, but also to the Sons of Odin.

I felt my brow crease into a puzzled frown as I remembered the matter Camille and I were supposed to be investigating. I had no idea whether this virus had anything to do with what the Guard was doing in the Arctic. I suddenly wished, perversely, that these cruel men would fuck me again—on the chance that it might send me back to Yggdrasil, where I could learn something more, something that made everything clearer. On the other hand, however it all interrelated—or didn’t—my true masters would surely want to know about this betrayal, about Beaumont’s willingness to go against their interests for his own gain.

Georgy picked his champagne flute up from my back. The sensation, a reminder of the complete abjection they had forced on me by using me as a piece of furniture, made my hips jerk with a pang of involuntary arousal. I felt Beaumont’s flute wobble, and I let out a little whimper of fear.

Beaumont lifted his own glass, chuckling.

“Careful, slut,” he said. “You’ll have the cane across that sweet bottom if you cause a spill. Georgy, would you oblige me and spank her a few times to help her remember?”

“With pleasure,” the Russian replied.