Emmaline loses herself in lust

"True penitence is patience my child," the Bishop's gentle voice said behind her. "You must service others before you are truly satisfied." He rocked his hips gently, twitching is thick cock inside her ass as the inquisitor in her cunt growled and pumped into her. The sinews in his neck were straining, and she could feel his cock pulsing inside her, knowing he was already close, her own pleasure building again.

She looked back at the Bishop, pleading silently for his approval, but receiving the same cold stare as before. She gave a little sob of dismay, turning her attention to the inquisitor, pulling him close and sucking his nipple, sending him over the edge to a roaring climax. With a snort he pulled out of her, patting her head in what she chose to regard as praise, only to be replaced by another thick shaft.

This inquisitor seized her tits as he fucked her, tugging on her nipples in time to his thrusts, bending his head to bite her neck as he growled like a predatory animal.

Emmaline moaned aloud in wanton delight as the two cocks churned inside her, the feeling of the Bishop's full member being wedged inside her had become a grounded mainstay of her mind, as though having her ass filled with him was just a natural, wonderful part of who she was.

She was filled easily, as the new inquisitor pushed his cock deep within her, the mixture of her own juices and the previous suitor's semen dripping out of her made her pussy an easy fit for him, and it wasn't long before he was able to get up to speed, filling her fully with each thrust. Emmaline reveled in the feeling of the inquisitor's rough hands on her breasts, the way he just grabbed her and played with her,. In combination with the Bishop's equally dehumanizing stone wall presence, it was easy for her to give in to the idea that she was simply their plaything.

Really, is there any name at all for a woman reveling in the feeling of being take by the cocks of two strangers, other than 'whore'?

Before Emmaline could think too much more about what was happening to her and how she was feeling, her current inquisitor picked up the pace of his thrusts, grunting fiercely as he hammered his cock home inside her. She leaned back against the Bishop, her mouth open as she moaned wantonly, loving the sensation of cocks filling her holes and hands ravishing her body. Her memory of doing this to protect her sister had long since dimmed, replaced by the whorish need to be fucked and used like a rutting animal.

Before she knew it the current inquisitor quivered and bayed with triumph, spurting hot jets of seed into her battered cunt, his shudders triggering her again as she moaned like a harlot in heat, grinding herself against the impaling cocks. When he pulled out, he was almost instantly replaced by the next, this one younger than the others, the animal lust in his eyes visible even through his mask. He grabbed her writhing body, plunging his cock into her like a spear, grabbing her ripe flesh as he growled eagerly.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy)-- Shandy is the author of Fox in the Henhouse and The Peril's of Lisa-- please check out his stuff! :)