Shared (Billionaire's Blood Slave 4) (2 page)

Finally he looked up quizzically at Knight.
“So this is distracting slave, who keeps you away from friends?
Nice enough.” His voice was thickly accented.
Russian,
Alice
thought. He scratched his chin, his stubble rasping. “I thought
maybe she would be more beautiful?”

Alice flushed, ducking her head and sinking
lower on the cool marble. Her master grunted.

“Please, Ivor, ’distracting’ still isn’t the
right word.” Knight kicked his feet up. “I’m only weary of all the
bullshit, so I remove myself.” His fingers toyed with the leather
leash, sending little shivers down it into Alice’s collar. His
expression was completely unreadable, but she thought something
wasn’t right here. He’d left her bound and alone for hours, and now
he was more cold and distant than ever.

Knight’s hand stroked her head, in a way that
might have been soothing if she wasn’t so terrified. Her whole body
felt shamefully hot, her skin prickling.

“Speaking of petty,” Knight continued,
“Victor is still a little weasel. When are you going to take him
back and send me a real ambassador?”

Ivor laughed. “When you are talking to
ambassadors then I give ambassador.” His voice was casual, but
those hard blue eyes never left Alice’s body. If Knight had been
trying to distract him then it hadn’t worked at all. The big
stranger smacked his thigh.

“Here, slave,” he growled.

Terror struck her, at the same time as her
natural urge to obey. She hesitated, glanced up at her Master.
Knight didn’t respond, in fact he barely even moved. Through her
collar she felt him tensing, the leash growing tighter.

“Go on.” Her Master said at last, nudging her
forward with his foot. Reluctantly she crawled forward, as he
unclipped the leash from the back of her neck.

“How can you live like this, Knight? Only one
slave and she is so disobedient.” Ivor laughed as Alice crept
towards him. “In the old days you would have waiting one slave for
each of my men.” When she reached him his hand closed on the back
of her neck. In one smooth motion he scooped Alice up off the
floor, with her yelping, biting down on the gag.

Knight’ voice was cold, forced pleasantness.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to make do. I don’t keep any others.”

Ivor grunted. His rough hand slid down
between her legs and parted them. Soon she was straddling one of
his broad thighs with her crotch pressed against his leg. She
couldn’t help moaning as the prods inside her ground deeper.

She flinched as his rough hands ran down her
back, caressed the curve of her ass. His skin was hot as blood. The
hard muscle beneath her flexed deliciously, and to her horror she
felt the liquid evidence of her arousal soaking into the leg of his
pants. He started bouncing her up and down, shooting pulses of
pleasure through her.

“She is still shy?” Ivor traced a fingertip
along the hot skin of her cheek, smooth loose hair back under the
strap of her gag. “I see maybe why you like this girl.”

“Do what you want, but no blood.” Knight
settled back, eyes half closed.

“Also the others?”

“Fine. But let’s not hear any more about my
poor hospitality.”

The others?
Alice whined in fear.
If they can’t have blood, what will they want?
She stared at
her Master with wild desperation, but he seemed not to even notice.
Ivor grinned. The big vampire’s heel thumped the ground, jolting
her up and down on his thigh. Alice realised with a sudden,
sickening clarity she’d just been given to this pack of monsters to
use, and her Master would just sit there and watch.

The air was so thick and damp that sweat was
already coursing down the groove of her spine, slicking the gap
between her butt-cheeks. Each jolt smashed through her like
thunder. Ivor’s hand snatched roughly at her breast, tugged at her
risen nipple until she squealed.

Knight was watching with some unreadable mix
of emotions. The muscle in his jaw tensed.

Suddenly Ivor shoved her down hard, forcing
her between his legs on her knees. The gag was yanked out of her
mouth so fast that she coughed. Almost immediately she missed the
comforting weight on her tongue. Ivor’s cock surged into her mouth
before she’d even seen it, smacked against the back of her throat.
He thrust, growling with each vicious stroke. His cock was as thick
as the rest of him, filling her cheeks and tugging at the corners
of her mouth. Reflexively Alice tried to turn away, gasping for
air, but his fingers slid under her collar and yanked her back.

He pounded her mouth with a heavy rhythm,
crushing her tongue down and surging down her throat. Tears started
in her eyes as she tried not to gag. Her whole body flinched, even
as her treacherous slit gripped down on the glass toy.

If this was her Master she would have tried
to please him, but there was no chance with Ivor fucking her mouth
this hard. Her invaded cunt and ass clamped down with each thrust,
sending sweet shivers up through her belly.

“Lick more,” Ivor groaned, pressing her face
down into his crotch.

She let out little muffled moans and squeezed
her eyes shut. Something about this total violation was stoking her
body to a furnace heat, even with the horror of it. When Knight
used her it wasn’t like that. When she looked up at Ivor, mouth
full of his cock, she saw absolutely no sympathy in his face. She
was an object to him.

The other vampires were staring openly,
talking, with smirks on their flushed lips. She could barely hear
the conversations over the pounding of her heart.

“You also,” Ivor said over her head, to
someone behind her.

As the first rich drops pre coated her tongue
Alice caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye.
Someone laughed behind her.

Jagged nails dug hard into her back. She
flinched away, squeaking into the hard flesh filling her mouth. The
other one behind her only laughed harder, hooking fingers under the
crotch strap of her harness. The straps bit into her skin as he
yanked her ass high in the air. The hard yank forced the toys
deeper into her holes, split apart the lush lips of her cunt. Once
she was on her hands and knees merciless fingers toyed with her
sex, slipping to either side of the glass shaft. Hot waves of
ecstasy ran through her, and soon she was moaning.

“At least she’s wet,” Someone said.

“Knight always liked natural sluts, yes?”
Ivor laughed, jammed his cock hard into the back of her throat.

The toying fingers wrapped around the glass
toy in her pussy and twisted it hard, jammed it in further then
pulled it back out. Alice wailed as she was fucked at both ends,
and more of the men kept drifting closer. Soon their hot fingertips
were poking at her flesh, cupping her dangling breasts. They forced
their fingers in alongside the plug in her ass, wriggling and
prodding mercilessly at the tender walls. Her tender cunt was
throbbing with arousal, but she desperately didn’t want to come for
them. But unconsciously she wriggled her hips, trying to eke a
little more pleasure from the contact. Her ass rose a little higher
in the air as she licked at Ivor’s cock.

“Look at this little whore.”

Alice sobbed in shame as she thought about
it. Not long ago she’d been an innocent young woman, but now she
was nothing more than a slave, a slut eager to be used by these
complete strangers.

Ivor’s cock was swollen and dribbled hot,
thick pre down her throat. His moans were low and raw, deep as a
bear’s roar. Alice soaked his cock in the liquid depths of her
mouth, her tongue wriggling helplessly over his shaft as strangers
fingers played with her tortured holes. That only seemed to turn
him on more, and he snatched a handful of her hair and forced her
head down all the way, so hard that she was trembling, choking on
his cock.

She felt a hand sliding rough down the crack
of her ass only an instant before the plug was ripped out. She
squealed, her ass flinching on empty air, shuddering at the pain.
Her writhing made her tongue lash so much that Ivor finally came,
shooting in a hot torrent across the roof of her mouth. Halfway
through, he dragged all the long inches of his shaft out and
smacked it into her damp lips. The last of his cum dashed across
her mouth and flushed cheeks.

“Swallow, cunt.” Ivor growled. His cock
smeared a hot streak of cum over her face.

Alice was shaking and crying, but she forced
herself to swallow the hot, salty cum still in her mouth. The
pounding need in her cunt was getting harder to ignore. She writhed
as they continued to fuck her ass with the plug. Without a pause
someone took Ivor’s place, and a new cock was shoved into her
violated mouth. The new shaft pulsed on her cum-damp tongue,
sliding in inch by agonising inch.

Cruel fingertips pinched hard at her nipples.
“No rings? We should pierce her for him.”

The fingers yanked harder, twisted until
bright needles of pain shot through her breasts. A hand cracked
down on her sweat-beaded ass so hard she howled. Every noise she
made sounded weak and pathetic, muffled by the hard sweaty cock
jammed in her mouth.

The plug stretched the sore ring of her
asshole as they forced it in and out, using it like a dildo on her.
Each time it popped in her whole body shook, clenching as it
absorbed the invader. It was almost a relief when they finally
yanked it out and she felt the silky head of another cock prodding
her asshole.

Then it was more than just a relief. Her
treacherous cunt throbbed and she imagined her Master training her
ass, the way he’s stretched her and changed her body just for his
own pleasure. It disgusted her how much she wanted the feeling of
that cock gliding into her, filling her up.

She couldn’t turn her head, but she
desperately wanted to look for Knight. She wondered if he would
even want her back after seeing what a dirty slut she was.

When the blunt head of the vampire’s cock
burst through her nether hole she still screamed. The sheer
thickness crashing into her was exquisitely painful, filling her
far more than the plug had. She felt every inch squeezing into her.
The man behind her didn’t waste any time - he started hammering his
whole massive length home, ignoring her muffled screams.

‘Still tight,” he grunted, his voice raw. His
fingers dug into the cleft of her ass and pried the cheeks further
apart so he could fuck her deeper. His hands kept slipping on her
sweat-dewed skin so he clawed harder, forcing the cheeks apart. The
men using her mouth and ass pounded her back and forth helplessly
between them, filling her to the brim with throbbing cock. Their
greased hands dug into her trembling flesh. They each snatched at
her body with hard fingers and clawed her back onto their impaling
cocks, snarling as they fought over her like a pair of dogs.

Their flesh was searing in her body, hotter
than a humans could possibly be, a delirious blaze that spread out
through her core. The heat was so glorious that she found herself
bucking back on their invading members, drawing more of that sweet
warmth into her.

Their furnace-blast heat was an exquisite
contrast to the chilly glass still in her pussy, and shamefully she
hoped that someone would replace the toy with live flesh. Her
cheeks burned with the humiliation.

Ivor’s cum was barely cooling on her lips
when the new cock in her mouth pulsed. The man fucking her mouth
pulled himself out and snarled. His seed spattered hot over her
face as she gasped, flinching away. Gleaming drops snared in the
golden tangle of her hair, a trickle ran down slick under her
collar and coated her skin. Before she’d even stopped panting for
air a new prick was butting at her lips, and she reluctantly opened
her mouth again, whimpering as the new cock spread her aching
lips.

Her asshole flexed, suddenly cold and empty
as the cock slipped free. In a hot spatter her violator’s seed
rained down over her back. The heat spread over her tingling skin,
strangely delicious. Hot trickles course down the crack of her ass,
soaking into her tortured hole.

“Flip her, I want that cunt.” Ivor
growled.

A hard hand clamped down on the back of her
neck and she was dragged up onto a lounge, squirming and yelping.
The cock was shoved back into her mouth, where she suckled on it
reflexively as she’d been trained, the man straddling her body.

Ivor got between her legs, forced her
trembling thighs apart.

His rough hand crushed down over the juncture
of her legs. He rolled it over the butt of the glass cock inside
her. The toy’s smooth, cool surface massaged the velvet interior
walls, and shivers of ecstasy reverberated through her. She
squeezed down in terror, desperate not to come for them. But
instead of fading away the waves of ecstasy doubled up, crashing
into the warm pleasure of the cock in her mouth.

Her pussy clamped on the glass as if trying
to force it out but it was no good. The massaging fingers ran
ragged over her slit, ground over the swollen source of her
pleasure. After hours of penetration the sensation was so
unbearably intense that it swelled painfully in her chest, pounding
out through her whole body.

She couldn’t help it. She came, in a roaring,
volcanic swell from deep inside her. Her pussy muscles snapped down
over unyielding glass, she moaned weakly through her mouthful of
cock. The nectar of her slit flooded down her thighs and into her
flinching asshole, mingling with sweat and still-hot cum. Black
spots danced in from of her eyes.

“Slut,” Ivor snarled, “Knight, this is how
you train slave? I barely touched her.”

If he was watching Knight didn’t say
anything. Shame washed over her, disgust at how easy she’d been.
She wanted to look for her Master but they held her still, not
allowing her to even turn her head. All she could do was moan
piteously and lick at the cock in her mouth, trying to ignore the
ache of her stretched slit.