A ghoul. (MF, , monster, mind control, voyeur)

Something moved on the other side of the stage, a hulking thing, walking on all fours, a chain around its neck. Its face was almost human looking as it clambered across the stage. It was built more like an ape than a man, its upper body and head too large for its frame, its skin was deathly pale gray with loose sparse patches of gray fur. A ghoul. Yennefer gasped at the sight of its cock, it must have been nearly a foot long, thick and veiny and slick with something she could not describe and most importantly hard.

"Man, beast or monster, the succubus has the same effect on all creatures.." Hoat explained, "it will only care for one thing."

The ghoul's attention turned to Ciri, helpless, defenseless Ciri. As if she knew Ciri let out a **** cry that came out as nothing more than a muffled moan from behind her gag.

"What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted." The man on the stage proclaimed dramatically and Yennefer could hear chuckles coming from the hidden crowd. "When our beautiful warrior falls prey to her lesser desires. When the creatures that haunt us take her."

Ciri jerked, strong enough to almost move the table when the ghoul's clawed hand first touched her.

Yennefer stared on wide-eyed, her breathing shallow, she barely felt Hoat's hand run across her shoulder, behind her head.

"This is what this is," she asked, "your rich noblemen travel far and wide to watch monsters fuck women?"

He smiled back at her, "that and so much more," his hand gripped the back of her neck harder urging her up. She did not resist, she did not want too.

Her attention stayed unwavering on Ciri as she heard her moan again and the table she was held down on creaked. The ghoul had moved closer, one claw-like hand on one of Ciri's legs, the touch enough to have the young woman flinching away as much as her bindings let her and crying out.

Yennefer could not look away as the ghoul moved closer, each touch making Ciri flinch and flex and scream into her gag as she struggled helplessly against her bindings. Ciri screamed again and Yennefer could almost feel the energy coming off her, magical energy, she was trying to escape, **** her way out of here, through the bindings, through the deuterium, through the magically warded walls.

For a moment she thought, she hoped it would work. She swore she saw Ciri's body blur for the briefest of an instance, a faint green glow surrounding her, barely noticeable, but as soon as it appeared it vanished and the ghoul moved up, its hard gray veiny cock sliding up against Ciri's bare, exposed thigh.

A sob escaped her lips, his claw-like hands gripping her thin waist. Ciri moaned and Yennefer knew, she could almost feet it herself, that gray disgusting cock pressing up against her cunt. Yennefer moved, straddling Hoat without looking or thinking, her eyes trained on the show ahead of her.

The ghoul moved forward, lurching its hips. Ciri cried out and Yennefer gasped and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in anticipation. But the monster had missed, it's cock slipped up and over cradled between the cheeks of Ciri's ass. A **** moan erupted from behind Ciri's gag as the ghoul pulled back, it's cock dragging along Ciri's ass leaving it wet and slimy.

It pulled back, slowly this time its cock bobbing between its legs. Its claws dug into the table that held Ciri then it moved, making sure this time not to miss. Ciri screamed and Yennefer moaned as he sank down on Hoat's cock mirroring the ghoul's movement.

The sound Ciri made was a distressed screaming moan as the ghoul plunged itself into her trapped body. It would have made Yennefer's heart break seeing her daughter defiled in such a way if it hadn't turned her on so much.

The ghoul moved, pulling its cock free only to thrust himself back into her. Yennefer mirrored the movements driving her body down onto Hoat's cock, her moans matching Ciri's screams.

Again, and again, Yennefer ground on top of Hoat, barely noticing his own moans, his fingers digging into her hips. Again and again, the ghoul fucked Ciri. Yennefer moaned, her cunt clenching tightly around his cock. Ciri screamed, her straining becoming weakened.

Yennefer wished she could see Ciri's face, wish she could have looked into her eyes as she taken. Why did they have to hide her from her? Hoat’s hands came around her cupping her breasts. God this felt good, felt right.

She could hear the murmurs of the crowd, the music had stopped, leaving nothing but the sound of Ciri's defilement to fill the theater's halls. The sick inhuman grunts from the ghoul, the wet slick sound of its cock driving into Ciri's cunt. The creaking of the wood table struggling to hold up against the incessant fucking and finally Ciri's own **** painful whimpers.

Ciri's screamed had been replaced with sobs, then slowly moans.

"She cannot fight her nature," the man on stage said, almost reverently to the crowd before him. "The whore will always be a whore."

Yennefer watched as Ciri no longer cried out. Her body shook as each thrust **** her painfully against the table. She moaned, then groaned, her lower abdomen bulging with each penetration. Her ass jiggled with each thrust.

She moaned louder still, matching Yennefer's, not one of pain but of pleasure.

"Man or beast, our whorish witcher does not care."

Faster the ghoul the more erratic it became, losing itself in its baser instincts. Ciri sobbed, but Yennefer could see the movement of her hips, the way Ciri lifted herself with each of the ghoul's movements to let him slide deeper inside her. She was fucking the monster back as best as she could, urging it on. She was close, as close as she was.

Ciri moaned, then froze her body jerking from the table in ecstasy. Yennefer followed her body clinging tightly around Hoat's cock. His hands dug painfully into her breasts as he came as well exploding into her womb.

She calmed, leaning back against him and watched the ghoul pull free. His cock was followed by a white-yellowish liquid, its seed, thick and heavy more than any man could produce gushed from Ciri's well-used cunt. Her chest heaved heavily as she tried to recover.

"Clear of mind this one will be," the stage-man said after giving the crowd a moment to take in the show, ‘Chained restrained, ready for any who wish to take her. For those that wish to see if they can make her cum as hard as this beast."

Yennefer stiffened.

"Do not worry, she will not be harmed," Hoat said, his hand delicately running up and down Yennefer's bare stomach. "Ciri is much too important to my plans to harm. Her time tonight will be auctioned off, the winners will use her as they see fit. Within reason of course."

His hand dipped lower circling her clit "some men like a little fight in their girls. The challenge of breaking them. She will be cleaned and safe by this time tomorrow though."

Yennefer closed her eyes, leaning back against Hoat's chest as his fingers began to reignite her need. "I have plans for her," Hoat whispered, "for both of you."