Page 11 of Condemned

“Um.” Her hands stilled.

“You agreed to gift your body.”

Her answer was quiet. “I know. I remember. I’m not—” She sighed then reached back and wriggled down her panties, showing the first hint of the divide of her ass.

His plan to remain distant and unmoved came a little unstuck.

Watching her disrobe made his cock throb. He looked behind him. It also meant a line of mauleons was staring at her butt. The girl undid and removed her bra, lowered it to the floor. With his boot, he dragged it away, toed it further, smiling when she saw what he’d done and scowled.

“Just in case you change your mind.” Now that he’d moved around to her side, he could see the perfect pink nipples of her ample breasts. Those would be soft in his hands, dent under his claws.

He remembered to breathe.

There were golden rings in both her nipples. “Gods...”

Maybe one below also. He’d seen a glint as her legs shifted.

His dick liked this. Takk cursed under his breath when he realized he would have to cut her panties to free them from the ankle chain.

“Go to your hands and knees and let us see between your legs.”

Silently, if slowly, she obeyed. Her reluctance made this more delightful. Takk scrubbed his hand through the side of his mane, catching his claws in a braid and swearing.

He slid his blade from the belt sheath and cut the side of her panties, tossed them.

When he stepped back to settle his gaze on her pussy, he stifled a groan. Should he touch her? Pour the cold water over her? Maybe over him?

The water on her, yes. She was filthy. “Too small a cunt entrance? What do you think?” Their replies were a mix of funny, demanding, and rude. “Shut up, assholes.”

It was not a question the others could answer. Not from where they stood.

Should he let Kondio test this? In a snap decision, he picked up the bucket of clean water. It’d be cold, but this would be better than no cleaning at all. He reached back with his hand. “Timin, hand me the dildo.”

He took it then sluiced the water over her in one immense flood. Before she could do more than squeal in shock, he stepped into the puddle and shoved her to the floor with his boot in the middle of her lower back.

“Stay there while we test you. Shhh.”

While she flailed and tried to rise, Kondio came over, grim-faced, but likely enjoying her fuss. He put his boot on her butt.

Takk crouched and used his forefinger to search along her slit for her hole. She was well lubricated already? This was her slippery juices, not water.

Perhaps she liked rough handling? And there it was, a metal ring through her clit. “You are pierced here. I’ve heard of this fetish and how it increases sensitivity.”

When he looked at her, she only huffed and turned her face away.

“This female is not naïve of sex.” He said this loud enough for all to hear. “For you, girl, this is good.”

Kondio grunted. From the sounds of boots on floor, the other males had stepped into the cell.

He slid the finger into her, deep, then watched her—how she stopped breathing, how, when he turned his finger, she gasped and her chest swelled then froze.

How she squeaked when he used his fingers to separate the lips and open her pussy. He judged the tightness then inserted two fingers and fucked her again, trying not to enjoy the feel of her, the wet heat squashing onto him.

“Relax if you can.” He brought the dildo to her hole and tried to squeeze the blunt tip inside.

At the abrupt arch of her lower back, he paused. Despite them having to fasten her in place and flatten her to the wet stone tiles, she seemed to enjoy this.

A girl squirming and whimpering on the floor while he experimented on her with a huge dildo? Takk muttered and wiped his forehead with his forearm before persevering with his attempt to fuck her.

He should’ve given this vexatious job to another.