Ashley finds gifts for herself

Ashley was dragged through the heavy castle doors and slammed hard onto the cold stone floor of the huge dark hall. She fell onto all fours, breathing heavily, feeling cum still dripping down her face, tits, and thighs. The two village freaks didn’t even look at her again. They just turned around and walked out silently, slamming the heavy door behind them. The bolt outside clanged shut.

Silence fell over the hall. Ashley slowly got up on shaky legs. Her head suddenly cleared up. The parasite loosened its grip for a second — either it was full or just giving her a moment to breathe. And in that moment, the full realization of what had happened and what she had done hit her like a truck.

“Oh God…” she breathed hoarsely.

Her hands automatically rose to her face. She felt the sticky, drying cum on her cheeks and lips. Her stockings were soaked in cum and her own juices. Her pussy ached, her throat burned, and her mouth had that nasty salty taste. And what horrified her most was that she actually liked the taste and wouldn’t mind having more. The memories flooded in instantly: how she had willingly spread her legs, how greedily she sucked those stinking cocks, how she begged for more, how she came on the floor of the barn while licking the leftover cum off their dirty dicks.

“No… no, no, no!” her voice cracked.

Ashley dropped back to her knees, hugging herself. Her shoulders shook as she started sobbing loudly. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the dried cum.

“I… had sex… I sucked them myself… like a total whore… Oh my God, what have I done…”

Her body trembled. She felt dirty and defiled. The president’s daughter, the good girl who had been protected her whole life, was now lying in some nightmare castle with her face covered in the cum of two ugly peasants. She could only hope her dad would save her from this horrible place.

“Daddy… please…” she whimpered, burying her face in her hands. “Somebody… save me… I don’t want to be here… I don’t want to be their whore…”

She quietly started praying in a trembling voice, barely whispering:

“Lord, forgive me… I didn’t want this… It wasn’t me… Please, let someone come… Let someone find me… I promise I’ll be good… Just get me out of here… Don’t let them do it again…”

Tears poured down like a river. She curled up into a ball on the cold floor, hugging her knees, and kept quietly crying, repeating the prayer over and over. Fear, shame, and self-disgust squeezed her chest so hard it was difficult to breathe.

But she knew she couldn’t stay there like that. At any moment those perverts could come back and **** her again. Or worse, the owner of this castle might show up, and God knows what plans he had for the girl. Ashley wiped her tears with a dirty hand, sniffled, and slowly got to her feet. Her legs were still shaking, but sitting on this fucking floor waiting to be found again was even scarier. She somehow pulled her stockings back on, straightened her blouse, and quietly moved forward.

The castle was huge, dark, and cold. High stone walls, dim torches, heavy wooden doors, and endless corridors. Every step echoed softly, sending chills down her spine.

She walked carefully, almost on tiptoe, pressing against the wall and constantly looking over her shoulder. Her heart was pounding like crazy. Every rustle, every distant creak made her freeze and listen.

“Just not here, please, just not here…” she whispered to herself.

Disgusting memories from the barn kept spinning in her head: stinking hands, thick cocks, the taste of cum. She swallowed hard and sped up. Every dark corner looked like a trap. She imagined ugly gray-skinned freaks with burning eyes bursting out of any door to grope and fuck her again.

Ashley turned into another corridor, pressed her back against the cold wall, and carefully peeked around the corner. Nobody. For now. But somewhere in the distance came a muffled low groan that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

She bit her fist to stop herself from crying again and kept sneaking forward. Her hands shook, her breathing was ragged. The fear of being caught again and turned into a village slut sat inside her like a sharp knife.

Ashley carefully pushed open a heavy door and slipped into another hall. It was a long, high gothic room with columns, dim torchlight, and heavy velvet curtains. And right in the middle of the stone floor stood two big dildos — one bright purple, the other orange. Thick, realistic, with pronounced veins and heads. They stuck straight up, as if placed there specifically for someone.

Ashley froze, staring at them with wide eyes. At first pure surprise hit her, then a wave of fear.

“What the… what the fuck is this?” she whispered in a trembling voice, stepping back.

But at that moment a sharp pain exploded in her head, and the Los Putanos parasite activated again, digging hard into her mind. A sweet, insidious voice whispered straight into her skull:

“Go on, child. Take this gift. Show your devotion to the true faith.”

Ashley shook her head sharply, trying to fight it off, but just a couple seconds later her face relaxed. The fear vanished, replaced by a soft, blissful smile. Her eyes warmed up and a pleasant heat spread through her chest.

“How could I think this place was scary? — flashed through her mind. — This is the most beautiful place in the world. They even left me gifts. Especially for me. How sweet.”

She slowly walked to the center of the hall, swaying her hips. She stopped right above the two dildos and looked at them with clear interest and arousal. The purple one was a bit thicker, the orange one longer. Both looked so fucking inviting.

“Wow… they’re so beautiful…” Ashley purred quietly, biting her lower lip. She squatted down next to them, reached out, and ran her fingers over the head of the purple one, feeling the smooth material. “Did they really leave these for me? What a generous gift…”

The parasite purred contentedly inside her, amplifying the pleasant sensations. Ashley wasn’t thinking about escape anymore. Right now only these two thick cocks on the floor existed, and the desire to show what an obedient and grateful girl she was. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of the two standing dildos, then sat on her ass and spread her legs wide. Her eyes sparkled with tenderness and lust. She looked at the purple and orange cocks with such love, as if they were the most precious things in her life.

“You’re both so beautiful…” she whispered sweetly, leaning closer. “They left them specially for me… What a gift…”

The parasite inside her head purred happily, flooding her mind with warm lust. Fear and shame completely dissolved. For Ashley now, these two thick fake cocks were real treasures.

She reached out with both hands and lovingly grabbed them. Right hand on the purple, left on the orange. Her fingers gently, almost reverently, stroked the shafts up and down, feeling every vein and the texture of the heads. She slowly jerked them off, twisting her palms, rubbing her thumbs over the sensitive heads, spreading imaginary lube.

“Mmm… so hard and warm…” Ashley purred, never taking her loving gaze off them. She leaned in even closer and gently kissed the head of the purple one, then the orange one, leaving wet traces from her lips. Her hands kept lovingly stroking and jerking them, sometimes squeezing harder at the base, sometimes lightly running her fingertips along the full length.

She completely gave herself to it — stroking them with real tenderness, like beloved pets, sometimes pressing them to her cheek, sometimes running them across her lips and tongue. Her eyes were half-closed, a happy, slutty smile wandering on her face.

“I’ll be a good girl… I’ll take care of you…” she whispered, continuing to lovingly caress and fondle both dildos with both hands.

She rose to her knees, quickly pulled off her stockings and panties and tossed them aside. Then she took the orange dildo with both hands, brought it to her already wet and dripping pussy. The head slowly spread her lips, and Ashley began lowering herself onto it with a quiet sweet moan.

“Aaahh… yes… that feels so good…” she whispered as the thick orange cock gradually filled her from the inside. She sank all the way down until she was sitting fully on it, feeling it press deep against her cervix. Her pussy greedily clenched around it, and her juices immediately started running down her inner thighs.

Ashley began slowly rocking her hips, riding the orange dildo over and over while picking up the purple one in her hand. She brought it to her face, looked at it lovingly, and gently wrapped her lips around the head.

“Mmmm…” she moaned blissfully, starting to suck it softly and lovingly. Her lips tightly gripped the shaft, her tongue slowly circling the head, licking every vein. She sucked it tenderly but deeply — taking more and more into her mouth, smacking and quietly moaning around the cock while the second dildo kept fucking her pussy deep.

Ashley closed her eyes in pleasure, fully surrendering to the process. She alternated between sucking the purple one slowly and deeply, then quickly working her lips along the whole length, drooling all over it so the spit ran down the shaft onto her fingers. At the same time she energetically rode the orange one, loudly squelching with her wet cunt.

“Mmmph… so tasty… both mine…” she mumbled with a full mouth, not stopping for a second. Her body moved in rhythm, her pussy squeezing hard around the orange dildo while her mouth greedily worked the purple one.

The parasite purred contentedly in her head, heightening every sensation.

Ashley rode the orange dildo faster and faster, loudly squelching with her soaked pussy, while the purple cock sat deep in her mouth. Thick drool ran down her chin, her eyes rolled back in pleasure. The parasite inside her head amplified every feeling, making her body hypersensitive.

Suddenly a wave of heat hit her lower belly. Ashley slammed herself down hard on the orange cock all the way to the base, clenched her pussy tightly around it, and let out a long, loud moan around the purple dick.

“Mmmmmfhhhh!!!” — her body shook in spasms. She came hard and heavily — her cunt squeezed and pulsed strongly, squirting juices that flooded the floor and the base of the dildo. Her legs trembled, her tits bounced, and a muffled, horny howl escaped her mouth.

She twitched for a few more seconds, enjoying the orgasm, until she went limp.

But the parasite didn’t let her rest. A new dirty thought flashed in her head, and she accepted it with joy:

“Time to use all my holes… A good girl should be completely filled.”

With a blissful smile, Ashley pulled the orange dildo out of her dripping pussy. It was covered in her juices and glistened. Without thinking, she licked her own juices off it, then turned slightly sideways, leaned forward, and pressed the wet head against her tight asshole. Slowly but insistently she started impaling herself, pushing the thick cock into her ass.

“Aaahh… fuck, it’s so tight…” she moaned as the orange dildo gradually stretched her asshole and filled her inside. She sat down fully on it, feeling it stretch her guts deep.

Then Ashley took the purple dildo, squeezed it between her firm tits, and pressed them hard with her hands. The head stuck out right in front of her face. She leaned down and greedily wrapped her lips around it, starting to suck — deep and sloppy, bobbing her head up and down. At the same time she began slowly rocking on the orange one buried in her ass.

Now she was completely filled: thick cock in her asshole and the second one between her tits, which she hungrily smacked and sucked, drooling all over her chest. Ashley moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back again in pleasure as she fucked her own ass and gave the purple dildo a sloppy blowjob at the same time.

“Mmmph… yeah… much better this way…” she mumbled with a full mouth, speeding up her movements.

Ashley fully impaled her tight ass on the thick orange dildo and started riding it. At first slowly, taking it deep and pulling back, feeling every inch of the hard cock stretch her guts to the limit. Her firm ass slapped against the base with wet, juicy sounds — plap-plap-plap — while the thick head pushed deep inside and almost came out, leaving her hole slightly gaping.

She picked up speed. Now Ashley was riding it hard, slamming her full weight down onto the orange shaft so it pounded into her ass to the hilt. Her tits bounced heavily and slapped together in rhythm, nipples hard as pebbles. Her ass jiggled, her muscles clenched around the cock, squeezing out some spit and juices that ran down her thighs.

“Aaahhh… fuuuck, it’s ripping me apart…” she groaned hoarsely, never taking the purple cock out of her mouth.

She swallowed the second dildo greedily and deep. The head was already hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and pour thick drool that ran down her chin, dripped onto her tits, and flowed between them. Ashley squeezed her breasts hard with her hands, creating a tight, hot tunnel, and fucked herself between her tits while bobbing her head up and down. Her lips gripped the shaft tightly, her tongue furiously licked the underside, and she slurped and gagged like a total whore.

Every time she slammed down hard on the orange cock in her ass, the purple one went even deeper into her throat. She was literally impaling herself on both ends at once — ass and throat. Drool and tears ran down her face, her eyes were completely rolled back, and wet, gurgling moans escaped her mouth:

“Mmmghh!.. Gllgh!.. Yesss… fuck my ass… suck it… fuck…”

She rode faster and harder, slapping her ass so much the skin turned red. The orange dildo slid in and out of her stretched hole with loud squelching, while the purple one completely disappeared between her lips and came back out, covered in a thick layer of spit. Ashley’s body glistened with sweat and juices, she was shaking, but the parasite wouldn’t let her stop — it only made her fuck herself even dirtier and deeper.

Lost in ecstasy, Ashley didn’t notice one of the double doors at the end of the hall open.