Hoat takes Yennefer to Ciri (MF, FF, dubcon, mind control)

A dark smile crossed Hoat's face and he grabbed Yennefer by the arm. He pulled her down another hallway, then another and through a large amphitheater. Dozens of private booths faced a raised stage. Large enough for a stage play and a dozen actors. All Hidden away deep within the compound.

"What is this?" she asked confused.

"You will see soon enough." he pulled her forward. They went up stairs until the sunlight once again poured through windows, the plain stone walls replaced with well-decorated plaster, art, and fine furniture.

He brought her through the hallway leading to a large room, she could hear it before she saw it. Needy **** moans, pleasurable groans, and the too familiar sound of flesh slapping on flesh.

The room was large and well decorated, on the far side a four post bed sat, ornate enough to be for nobility. She lay on it, her precious Ciri, naked as the day she was born. Her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat her face sown up in a pleasurable wince.

Her ass was nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. Held up by the two large hands of a heavy set man. His own primal grunting overtaking Ciri's softer moans. He fucked her hard, his fingers digging into her pale flesh. Her ashen hair was loose partly fanned out on the bed behind her partially covering her face.

Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust and she cried out, her stomach tightening her legs squeezing the much larger man's hips.

"Please," she begged, her once proud voice demure and pleading. "Mmhh fuck!" she cried out her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she was taken.

Yennefer stood dumbstruck, she had read the minds of so many men, relived the memories of Ciri being fucked so many degrading ways but seeing it first hand was something else. She didn't know what to do, she stepped forward and immediately felt a hand grab her arm.

Hoat's grip was tight and hard, demanding her to stop.

"What do you think you're going to do?" Hoat asked.

Yennefer stared at him speechless. She would stop this sordid act. His hand came up to cup her cheek and her breath nearly stopped.

"He is a very rich man and he paid a very high price to fuck her."

She hated him but all thoughts of anything but the feeling of his hand on her were forgotten. Behind them the man groaned and shuddered and spit his seed into Ciri's young tight cunt. Yennefer looked back watching as Ciri slipped from the bed onto her knees in front of him. Her mouth opened wide, her tongue poking out as she took his slick cock into her mouth and cleaned off her own juices and the last droplets of his cum with a happy pleasurable moan.

"Professor," the man said with a nod, noticing they were no longer alone in the room. He pulled his silk robe shut and gave Ciri a final glance. "Tonight's show should be spectacular," he said with a grin and left the room.

"Go," Hoat said motioning to Ciri and Yennefer went to her dropping to her knees cradling Ciri's face. Her eyes were dilated and wide, cum still on her chin. She blinked a few times before truly seeing.

"Yen?" she asked confused, "what are you doing here?"

"I-" Yennefer stuttered her attention drawn downwards towards Ciri's swollen lips, the creamy white cum still on them. She could still taste Hoat's seed on her tongue, she could still feel the warmth of his cock in her mouth and how delicious it had been.

Without thinking she leaned in her tongue teasing out to taste. The bitter saltiness of it made her cunt clench with need, she leaned in closer, capturing Ciri's pouty bottom lip between hers suckling greedily at it. All thought of escape or rescue gone.

Ciri moaned, her hands coming up to grasp Yennefer's head as she deepened the kiss, rolling her tongue against Ciri's. She couldn't stop herself, she didn't want too. Ciri moaned again into her mouth and she pulled back. Ciri's eyes were half closed, her pupils blown out turning her normally green eyes almost black.

She was so beautiful, so-- she pushed forward forcing Ciri to lean back onto the bed and followed her crawling over her body. She was so warm, and wet, her clothes felt stifling hot and too tight as if they were strangling her. She needed to taste her, to lick her way down her body. She needed--

Yennefer felt hands on her hips, strong hands, pulling at the waist of her leather pants. Her head snapped back seeing Hoat standing behind her. He pulled hard, tugging her pants down halfway down her ass. Her entire body dragged backwards and her face pressed against Ciri's breast.

Yennefer's eyes rolled back with a shudder as she felt his hands graze over the curve of her ass, she was dripping wet and aching for this. She pressed her lips against Ciri's sweat covered skin, she tasted of sin and sex. Before she could taste anymore Hoat pulled again her pants coming down over her ass leaving her cunt and ass exposed. The **** was enough to pull Yennefer's face further down, between Ciri's legs in front of her bare sex.

She didn't think, she simply acted out of pure raging need, her tongue coming out to lick up Ciri's slit. Ciri moaned loudly in response her thighs coming to squeeze her head holding her in place. She tasted of previous man's cum and Ciri's own distinctness and it nearly made her cum right there and then.

Her lips closed around her clit and she felt Ciri tremble beneath her, moaning some sort of incomprehensible babble. Then she felt it, hard against her own aching dripping cunt.

The first inch of Hoat's cock took her by surprise as he eased into her, almost testing her, before he drove himself into her, hard and fast, stretching her wide, almost painfully so. Yennefer moaned against Ciri's thigh as her vision went near white with pleasure. So much pleasure.

He pulled back, her body greedily squeezing to hold onto his cock before he drove in again. The moan that escaped her was a deprived whorish sounding thing, again he drove into her. Her head **** into Ciri's pussy. Yennefer could do nothing but moan and cry as Hoat took her from behind, his bony hips slamming into her tight ass with every thrust. The disgusting sound of their bodies filling her ears, the smell of Ciri's **** filling her nostrils.

She couldn't. She couldn't be enjoying this. She was being taken against her will, ****, ****. Faster Hoat moved, harder he fucked her until she was throwing herself back into him driving his cock as deeply insider as she could. Sparks of undeniable pleasure shot up her spine each time he moved.

"Oh fuck," Yennefer's moan was half muffled against Ciri's inner thigh. "Oh gods," her body ached, she was, stars danced across her vision, warmth spread up her spine. She shuddered as a small part of her resisted knowing that this was wrong but she could not stop it. Her cunt clenched around him, every muscle in her body spasming.

She had fucked witchers and kings, sorcerers that were closer to gods than men and none of them had made her feel like this. She came harder than she had ever come before, her jaw clenching tightly as she held back a scream. That same part that resisted not wanting to let him know how good it felt.

For a moment she thought she might faint, her head swam as her body went weak, boneless, she was drooling onto Ciri's thigh and she struggled to keep her eyes open.

Hoat pulled free of her tightness and she felt his seed mixed with her own arousal drip down her thigh. She hated this, hated him, and herself. Her legs parted slightly as best they could with her pants around her thighs. She couldn't help but hope next time he would take her ass.

Hoat sighed heavily, then grabbed Yennefer's hair, pulling her back. She moved from Ciri with a gasp.

"You'll love it here Yennefer of Vengerberg," he said as she slumped down beside the bed. She stared down at her aching cunt, and the mess that pooled between her legs then up to Ciri, she was still laying there, legs spread, eyes clouded as if she was lost in her own little world.

"Roll over," Hoat said to Ciri and the command seemed to snap the ashen-haired girl out of her daze, she focused on Hoat before looking at Yennefer, confusion flashing across her face for the briefest of moments, but she did as commanded and rolled over onto her stomach. Hoat did not ask but Ciri lifted her ass slightly, arching herself up presenting herself to him as an offering.

Hoat's hand traced the curve of her ass and thighs patting them lightly, "Not today, young one." He went to a drawer pulled out a number of leather and iron straps. "You have a long night ahead of you," he said before returning to Ciri and began to bind her arms behind her.