Not yet

"I have to look after Mistress. When I know she is stable, I will," he said.

I pouted but accepted my position. Master John efficiently looked after Mistress. He cleaned and padded her wound with gauze as my blood fed her. By the time he was done, I was feeling light-headed and woozy. I had given blood before and knew what it was like, but this was more severe. I thought lazily that it was probably due to my body still recovering from last week's abuses.

As Master John fussed over Mistress, Mark came to comfort and support me. Instead of taking his support, I leaned over and sucked his flaccid cock into my mouth. I could taste the metallic tang of blood and wondered when Mark got Mistress's blood on his cock. I gently moaned onto him feeling his cock hardening in my mouth as I was slowly drained. I can't tell you how long it was before Mark filled my mouth, but I don't think it took long. I felt him as he got close and looked up at him. As he looked down at me, he said softly. "You are being bled for your Master."

I shuddered on the spot, and he pulsed into my mouth. His long slow orgasm filled my mouth, and I let it spill out and drip down over my lips, chin and tits. Then he pulled away and smiled at me. "You are a very good girl."

Master John had stopped caring for Mistress and was watching as Mark finished in my mouth. He nodded, "She is," he said. "Mistress should be stable." He stepped closer to me, his cock hard, and I turned and opened my mouth to him. He pushed into my mouth and grabbed my head, sinking quickly into my throat. I tried to moan as he pulled me deeper onto him, but it was choked out by his cock.

"She's looking pale," Mark said to him.

John was slowly, very slowly, fucking my face as he replied, "Well, she is losing blood right now," he said. I was starting to feel a little weak. In fact, I felt like I was slightly high with my lightheadedness. As I slowly waned, John said, "She's going to black out soon, and her throat is loosening."

"Should we stop?" Mark asked.

I reached up with my arms to grab John's arse. My left one catching due to the transfusion kit attached to it. "I guess that answers that question," John said. "I will continue to use her face after she has blacked out, and then you should take her home. Give her plenty of food and water. Next week we will continue."

His moans increased but became washed out to me as he continued to use my head as his fleshlight. Mark and he were talking, but I couldn't understand it. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of Master John's cock, deep in my throat, as I gagged for breath.

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