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CHAPTER 33

M ary

My heart raced as Camille and I awkwardly maneuvered our bodies into position, following Beaumont’s lewd instructions. The silk sheets rustled beneath us as we pushed closer, our legs intertwining. I felt my face burn with shame as I realized just how much of us our tormentor’s hungry eyes could take in.

As our pussies touched, I couldn’t hold back a gasp. The sensation was electric, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Camille’s flesh was warm and impossibly soft against mine, and I felt a surge of helpless arousal course through me. Our eyes met, and again I saw that my sister volva shared my impossible mix of confusion, embarrassment, and reluctant excitement.

“That’s it,” Beaumont purred, his voice thick with lust. “Now, take each other’s hands and start to move. Grind those pretty little cunts together.”

Trembling, I reached for Camille’s hands. Her fingers interlaced with mine, providing an anchor in this sea of overwhelming sensations. Slowly, hesitantly, we began to rock our hips, our slick folds sliding against each other much too deliciously.

The friction felt exquisite. Searing jolts of pleasure traveled through my body with each movement. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. But as our pace increased, driven by Beaumont’s encouraging words and our own traitorous bodies, I found it harder and harder to stay silent.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, my hips moving of their own accord now. “Camille, I… I can’t…”

“Shh,” she soothed, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay. Just… just go with it.”

I looked up at her face, flushed with exertion and arousal. Her dark hair clung to her forehead, and her eyes were half-closed in pleasure. The sight of her, so beautiful and vulnerable, made my heart ache even as it fueled the fire building between my legs.

“Well, well,” Beaumont chuckled, his gaze raking over us. “It seems our little Camille has quite the dominant streak. Look at how she’s taking charge.”

I hadn’t even realized it, but Camille had indeed taken control of our movements. Her hips rolled with a confidence I couldn’t match, setting a rhythm that had me gasping and trembling beneath her.

“I think it’s time we let her really show her talent,” Beaumont continued. “Camille, I want you to take the superior position. Get on top of Mary and fuck her hard. Show me what a good little dyke you can be.”

Camille hesitated for just a moment, her eyes meeting mine in a silent apology. Then, with a grace that surprised me, she shifted her body, pushing me onto my back and positioning herself above me. Her weight settled on top of me, her pussy lips rubbing over mine with such firm friction that I cried out, the ecstatic pleasure overwhelming the blushing modesty—or maybe joining with it to push me toward a forbidden release.

I could feel every curve, every dip of the soft skin of her vulva against my own. The heat of her core radiated against my exposed sex, sending shivers of desperate need through me.

As Camille began to move, I couldn’t help but notice the change that came over her. Gone was the hesitant, embarrassed girl from moments before. In her place was a woman embracing her power, her dominance. Her eyes, usually so soft and kind, now held a predatory gleam that made my breath catch in my throat.

She started slowly, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm that had me arching beneath her. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel her wetness mingling with my own, our slick folds sliding together in the most delicious way.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hands gripping her hips. “Camille, please…”

A wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Please what, Mary?” she purred, her voice lower and huskier than I’d ever heard it. “Tell me what you want.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations and the shame of my own arousal. “More,” I whispered, barely audible. “Please, more.”

Camille didn’t need to be told twice. She increased her pace, grinding down harder against me. The friction on my clit was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my core. I couldn’t hold back my moans any longer, each thrust drawing a desperate cry from my lips.

I opened my eyes to see Camille above me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each movement. The sight of her, so lost in pleasure, only fueled my own arousal.

“That’s it,” Beaumont growled from somewhere beside the bed. “Fuck her hard, Camille. I’m lending Mary to you. Use her like you own her.”

His words seemed to ignite something in Camille. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head, and began to pound against me with an intensity that took my breath away. The new angle allowed her pubic bone to grind directly against my clit, and I cried out at the overwhelming sensation.

“Oh, fuck,” Camille gasped, her eyes locked on mine. “Mary, you feel so good. So wet for me.”

I could only whimper in response, my hips rising to meet her thrusts. The coil of pleasure in my core wound tighter and tighter, bringing me to the very edge of release. Just as I thought I might tumble over that precipice, Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of my arousal.

“Stop!” Beaumont commanded sharply. “Don’t you dare come yet, you little sluts.”

I whimpered in frustration as Camille stilled her movements, both of us trembling on the edge of orgasm. My body ached with need, every nerve ending on fire.

“Good girls,” Beaumont purred. “Now, I want you to keep going, but don’t you dare come. Not until I say so. If either of you comes without permission, you’ll both feel the cane again.”

Hesitantly, Camille resumed her movements, slower now, more controlled. The delicious friction of her pussy against mine was maddening. I could feel my climax hovering just out of reach, my muscles clenching with the effort of holding back.

“Please,” I gasped, not sure if I was begging for release or for it to stop. “I can’t… it’s too… please… please… I need to…”

“You can and you will,” Beaumont growled. “You girls need training, and I mean to provide it. I’ll thrash you until you learn to obey me, if I have to.”

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Camille and I writhed together, desperately seeking release yet terrified of finding it. Sweat beaded on my skin, my entire body quivering with the effort of restraint. I could see the same struggle playing out on Camille’s face, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of our shared torment, marking the passing minutes. “Five minutes… seven minutes… nine minutes… See, girls? You’re learning.”

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, when I was certain I would shatter into a million pieces, Beaumont finally spoke the words we’d been longing to hear.

“Come for me, my little whores. Come now!”

The dam broke. Pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed, my back arching off the bed as my pussy clenched and spasmed against Camille’s. Above me, Camille cried out her own release, her hips jerking erratically against mine.

But it didn’t stop there. As the first wave of pleasure began to ebb, another rose to take its place. I gasped, my eyes flying open in shock as a second orgasm overtook me, even more intense than the first.

“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my fingers digging into Camille’s hips. “Oh… oh, no…”

But my body paid no heed to my protests. A third climax built rapidly, crashing over me with such force that my vision went white around the edges. I was dimly aware of Camille collapsing on top of me, her body shuddering with her own multiple orgasms.

As the pleasure reached a fever pitch, I felt myself slipping away. The physical sensations faded, replaced by the now-familiar rushing sound of wind through ancient branches. Beaumont’s opulent bedroom faded away and I was in the branches of Yggdrasil.

There, along a bough that I knew somehow Camille and I and Beaumont were traveling, I saw two gnarled branches. On one of them was the Guard—they were so close, now, though it seemed perceptible only through my strange volva ’s intuition… they took only me, and left Camille behind. Along the other branch, though…

I had it. I knew what I would do, what I must do.

As the vision faded and I returned to my body, I found myself still trembling with aftershocks. Camille lay atop me, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. The silk sheets beneath us were damp with our mingled sweat and arousal.

“Well, well.” Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of our shared ecstasy. “I can tell that my little whores enjoyed themselves quite thoroughly.”

I felt Camille stiffen against me, the reality of our situation crashing back over us both. Beaumont’s eyes raked over our entwined bodies, his gaze burning with cruel desire.

“Now,” he purred, his voice thick with lust, “it’s time for me to enjoy those adorable whipped asses of yours. Get up and lay yourselves over the side of the bed, sluts.”

My legs felt like jelly as Camille and I disentangled ourselves and moved to obey. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my flushed skin as I draped myself over the edge of the mattress. Beside me, Camille did the same, her dark hair falling forward to obscure her face.

I heard the soft rustle of fabric as Beaumont shrugged off his robe, followed by the snap of a bottle being opened. The scent of lubricant filled the air, clinical but also terribly lewd.

“Mmm, yes,” Beaumont murmured as he moved behind us. “Such pretty little holes, all ready for my cock.”

I flinched as I felt his slick fingers probe at my anus, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. The intrusion burned, the generous amount of lube he was using not helping much. Beside me, I heard Camille’s sharp intake of breath as Beaumont’s other hand worked to prepare her as well.

“You’re both so tight,” he growled, pressing his fingers deeper. “It’s going to hurt when I fuck you. But don’t worry, little whores. I’ll make sure you’re nice and slick first.”

As he continued to work us open, Beaumont’s words grew more obscene, more brutal. “I’m going to fuck these sweet little asses so hard,” he promised, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. “You won’t be able to sit comfortably for days. Every time you move, you’ll feel the ache and remember who you belong to.”

I whimpered, burying my face in the silk sheets as Beaumont withdrew his fingers. I heard the wet sounds of him stroking his cock, slicking it with more lube. My heart raced, a confusing mix of fear and unwanted arousal traveling through my body.

“Now,” Beaumont growled, positioning himself behind me, “let’s see how well you take my cock, little Mary.”

I felt the blunt head of his member press against my entrance, and I couldn’t hold back a sob of discomfort. I felt him adjust slightly, and I knew that in a moment he would impale me with brutal force, whether I liked it or not.

Then, in an instant, everything changed. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass filled the room. I jerked my head up, eyes wide with shock as a black-clad figure came crashing through the window in a shower of glittering shards. The figure rolled smoothly to their feet, moving with a fluid grace that spoke of intense training and deadly skill.

My heart raced as I took in the sight before me. The operative was dressed head-to-toe in black tactical gear, their face obscured by a balaclava and night vision goggles. In their hands, they held a sleek, matte-black rifle that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

“Step away from the girls if you want to live, Beaumont,” the operative growled, the voice low and menacing even through the fabric of the mask.

I felt Beaumont stumble backward, his cock slipping away from my entrance. The sudden absence of his oppressive presence left me feeling strangely lightheaded. Beside me, I heard Camille’s sharp intake of breath.

More operatives poured through the shattered window, their movements precise and coordinated. The room filled with the soft whisper of their boots on the plush carpet and the barely audible clicks of their weapons being readied.

My mind reeled as I tried to process what was happening. The Pretorian Guard… they had come for us, just as I had foreseen in my vision. Relief washed over me, quickly followed by a surge of anxiety. I had to act fast if I wanted to ensure Camille’s safety as well.

As one of the operatives moved toward us, I pushed myself up from the bed on trembling arms.

“Wait!” I cried out, my voice hoarse and desperate. “You have to take her too. Camille. She knows… she knows more than I do. We’re in this together.”

The lead operative turned toward me, their goggled gaze inscrutable. For a heart-stopping moment, I feared they would ignore my plea. Then, with a curt nod, they spoke into their comm unit. “Package has been doubled. Prepare for immediate extraction of two subjects.”