The Bishop finally tires of her use

Emmaline had completely lost any semblance of control, simply letting herself be thrown about, finally just giving in to the overpowering physical might of the young man before her. Each thrust pushed her back, her body rolling helplessly against his more violent movements. Emmaline's hands gripped the young man's shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin pulling him closer against her. She was just being used, but she needed it desperately, needed the feeling of his cock plunging deeply into her.

It wasn't long before she felt herself shuddering again, crashing under waves of ecstasy. Emmaline tossed her head back, gripping the man even tighter, as though he would provide some source of desperately needed stability amidst this sea of pleasure. The young man, however, seemed to ignore her silent plea and simply kept going, perhaps spurred on even harder by the obvious lust flying over Emmaline's face. She all but collapsed against the Bishop's hard body behind her, her head falling backward until her hair rested against his shoulder. Emmaline's eyes fluttered open to see the Bishop looking down at her, stone faced as ever. She could only hold his judging gaze for a moment, however, before she was **** to look away, down at the young inquisitor making full use of her already well-fucked body.

Emmaline was so lost to her body's sensations that his explosion inside her just blended into the tremors that already rocked her. She heard his grunt of triumph and felt him pull out of her only to be replaced by the final inquisitor. She felt battered and used and full of hot seed, a rutting bitch to be rutted on by any male who wanted her. Part of her was disgusted by her behaviour and the pleasure she took in her degradation, while another, larger part wanted nothing except more and more meat shoved inside her, using and ruining her.

She was gasping with each pounding thrust of the cocks inside her, her body-- an Emmaline sandwich between the Bishop and the inquisitor, shuddering and quivering. She felt like she had either been in the throes of orgasm or hovering on the brink of one ever since the first cock impaled her, and she was just a mass of nerve endings quivering with lust.

She held to the thought that he Bishop still had not come. More than anything she wanted to feel his mighty organ pulse and throb and explode inside her, and she leaned her head back on his shoulder, nuzzling at his neck in hope of triggering his climax.

Instead, this inquisitor grabbed her ripe breasts, squeezing them hard as he pounded into her, his face straining with need as he too emptied himself into her stretched and greedy cunt. Emmaline gave a little sob as he too pulled out of her, her glazed eyes seeking the next cock to violate her, but finding none. The inquisitors stood watching her writhe upon the Bishop's mighty shaft, their faces implacable.

"Remove the wench," the Bishop growled, and Emmaline squeaked in surprise as the inquisitors seized her arms and legs and lifted her off the Bishop's impaling cock, ignoring her whimpered pleas to remain. They pushed her to her back on the floor, and the Bishop rose from his chair to tower over her naked body, his fat cock red and glistening and throbbing with power.

"Here is what you seek, my child," he growled, stroking his shaft and suddenly exploding with massive jets of hot cream. Ropes of his seed splashed across her face and body, as she whined in desperation, this final degradation triggering a final and more powerful orgasm as she arched her back and bucked, wailing joyously as she received his scalding cream.

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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! :)