She gets down on her knees.

Jo's knees were on the floor almost before Bastian had finished speaking.

She knew what he wanted.

What any man would want to prove his dominance.

His woman on her knees.

Jo... Pretty Jo.

Half naked.

On her knees.

In front of his... Bastian's...

Jo's eyes widened as the man who had been her rival unzipped himself.

She stared, her breath catching, her... womahood aching.

How had he ever competed with that? That... monster.

"Impressed?" Bastian grinned. "No need to hold back. I give you my permission, sweetie."

For a moment John came back to himself, his mind screaming no no no.

(And then what?)

(And then he rapes you anyway. Puts that thing in you. And then it's over.)

A shaking hand, a hard swallow.

Jo let out a sob as her fingers touched the base of Bastian's manhood. As her mouth opened a moan escaped her throat.

Of shame.

Of... desire.

"Mmmmnnn..."

She felt the shaft pass slowly over her soft, full lips, the feel and taste of them making he gag, making her droll. Her tongue began to slowly move over the tip of Bastian's... cock. A man's cock.

Her man's cock.

In her mouth.

Back and forth, back and forth, her long blonde hair draping across her face and his loins, a sham mockery of decency.

"MMmmnnn!"

A solitary tear rolls down her cheek.

"Oh baby... you do know what I like."