Hugo reveals his plan

But before she could dwell on these conflicting emotions any further, Hugo's powerful arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him, her back pressing against his broad chest, his legs spread wide to accommodate her in his lap. His hand lifted up her chin, the jewels on her mask sparkling magnificently in the light, though the goddess behind was spent.

"I'm not done with you yet, my little slut," he murmured, sending shivers down her spine. "But first, I need to recover. And what better way to do that than to have my son fuck your ruined hole?" He chuckled darkly, clearly savoring the thought of making Carlos watch him take Isabella once more after his rest.

Hugo then turned his attention to Carlos, who was still kneeling on the floor after the beating he had received from his father, his hands clutching his bruised and bloody face. "Get up, boy," Hugo barked, his voice dripping with contempt. "It's time for you to show us what you can do. Fuck this whore in front of me and maybe, just maybe, you'll prove yourself worthy of the Silva name."

Isabella's breath caught in her throat as she realized what was about to happen. Despite the twisted dynamics at play, she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought of being fucked by both Silva men, one after the other.

Carlos slowly rose to his feet, his eyes burning with a mix of shame and desire as he hesitantly made his way to the bed where Isabella lay, still trembling from her last orgasm. Gone was the cocky man that had **** her to submit in her own palace, replaced by a scared little boy eager for his father's approval. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, which were already slick with the proof of his father's conquest.

"Go on, boy," Hugo taunted from behind her. "Fuck her like you mean it. Show us what a man you are." He punctuated his words by reaching around and gripping her breasts, squeezing her tender flesh and causing her to gasp in pleasure and pain. She arched her back, and her hole contracted, more of Hugo's seed dripping out of her.

Carlos hesitated for a moment before he finally guided his cock to her entrance, pushing into her slowly at first but then picking up speed as he found a rhythm. She had found him large once, but his father had stretched and lubricated her pussy to the point he eased into her like a well-oiled key.

He fucked her with everything he had, but Isabella simply did not find his cock pressing her buttons, his thrusts not hitting the same places inside of her, and his pace too erratic to bring her close, not when compared to his father. He pushed on nonetheless, grunting like a pig.

As the minutes passed, she could sense Carlos' growing frustration as he struggled to bring her to climax, while Hugo's laughter echoed in the room, mocking his son's efforts.

"Is that the best you can do, boy?" he jeered. "She's barely even moving! You call that fucking? I've seen more passion from a pair of dead fish."

Isabella felt a pang of sympathy for Carlos, but it was quickly overshadowed by the arousal that surged through her as she remembered the way Hugo had taken control of her body and claimed her so completely just moments before.

Despite Carlos' youthful stamina, he was unable to make Isabella orgasm, though she faked a few gasps half-heartedly to encourage him. He kept thrusting with no results, desperately trying to delay his own orgasm, until he finally collapsed onto the bed beside her, spent and defeated.

Hugo's cruel laughter filled the room once again, as he taunted his son mercilessly. "Pathetic," he sneered. "I knew you would disappoint me again, Carlos. To think that I had hopes you might take this whore as your wife, become the man I thought would become. But perhaps I would have better luck with her mother, hmm?"

Hugo climbed over Isabella, straddling her face. His cock, already half hard, bobbed above her. "Suck me, whore."

Isabella opened her mouth, and accepted the head of his cock between her lips. She tasted their mingled juices, a musky but salty taste that made her head buzz with pleasure. But his words left a question in her mind, though she was too lost in the haze of lust to form it properly.

Hugo petted her cheek, feel the shape of his cock through the bulge in her silky skin, his other hand reaching for her clit. "That's it... Good girl..." He praised, his fingers rubbing circles on her button. She squirmed, moaned around his cock. "But what a family we would make, Isabella. A family where everyone had already fucked each other, could you imagine?" The pad of his finger pressed against her clit, and Isabella saw stars. She moaned around Hugo's cock, sending vibrations that had the old man groan as well. He began to thrust into her mouth, slowly at first, but building speed.

His words stung her, and even as she gagged on his cock, feeling it grow inside her throat, her mind raced. She had fucked both father and son, that's true, but had they already fucked her mother? That's impossible, unless...

"Ahhh, you feel just like your mother, Isabella, though she had a few more tricks up her sleeve. How I miss Palmyria, that oasis in the middle of the desert, oh how your mother welcomed us into her paradise..." His words grew wistful, and Isabella tried to focus, but Hugo's fingers were rubbing her just the right way, his cock was so thick, it hurt her jaws...