The Castle Chambers Where Ashley Meets a New Friend

Ashley slowly opened her eyes. She was lying on a huge soft bed with a canopy in luxurious chambers. The room had high ceilings, heavy velvet curtains, gold trim, and dim light from candelabras. It looked like the bedroom of some rich pervert.

At first, familiar horror washed over her. She sat up sharply, looking around with wild eyes.

“Where am I? What the…”

Ashley looked down at herself and froze. She was wearing almost nothing. Just thin white fishnet stockings that reached mid-thigh and a very short, almost transparent white dress that barely covered her ass and breasts. Underneath — nothing. No panties, no bra. Her pussy and tits were practically on full display. Dried traces of cum were still visible on the inside of her thighs.

“Oh God, they’re mocking me!” she whispered in a trembling voice.

But just a couple of seconds later, something clicked in her head. The Los Plagas parasite had fully taken control of the girl, changing her thoughts and mood. The fear instantly evaporated as if it had never existed. In its place came a warm, sweet satisfaction.

Ashley tilted her head, frowned thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled widely.

“Why am I scared? I just got fucked really good…” she said out loud and giggled. “That little short guy really pounded me well…”

She smiled happily like a girl who had been given a new toy. She lay back down, spread her legs wide, and slipped her hand under the short dress. Her fingers immediately found her wet, still-sensitive pussy and began slowly rubbing her clit.

“Mmmm…” Ashley moaned blissfully, closing her eyes. “It feels so good… When is someone else going to come fuck me?”

She no longer felt any shame. On the contrary, she happily ran her fingers over her swollen lips, sometimes pushing two fingers inside and slowly fucking herself. The white dress rode up to her waist, completely exposing her bare pussy.

At that moment, a deep, commanding male voice sounded in her head. It was gentle, like a priest giving a sermon:

“Well done, child! Fully accept your faith!”

Ashley moaned loudly at these words. The parasite had finally completely seized her brain. The last remnants of the old Ashley — the president’s daughter, the modest girl — dissolved without a trace. Now there was only one thing in her head: to serve, to please, to obey, and to derive pleasure from cocks.

“Yeees… I accept…” she whispered, speeding up the movements of her fingers in her slit. “I believe… I want to serve… I want to be fucked… constantly…”

Her eyes sparkled with happiness and madness. She lay on the luxurious bed in her white dress and stockings, furiously fingering her pussy and smiling happily, completely broken and reborn by the Los Plagas parasite. Ashley leaned back against the soft pillows, spread her legs wide in the white stockings, and pushed three fingers into her wet pussy. She began moving them quickly and greedily, squelching and slurping, while her thumb furiously rubbed her swollen clit.

“Aaahh… yes…” she moaned, arching her back. Her eyes were half-closed, and a lewd smile wandered across her face.

The parasite began feeding her vivid, dirty images. Ashley immediately seized on them and fully immersed herself in the fantasies.

She imagined the entire village lining up in a long queue. Dirty, gray-skinned men with yellow-red eyes and huge hard cocks approaching her one by one, stroking themselves. They put her on all fours in the middle of the main square, hitching up her white dress. The first villager roughly shoves his thick, smelly cock into her pussy and starts pounding her furiously. The second immediately begins fucking her mouth. The third puts his dick in her hand, and she energetically jerks him off so he’ll cum on her faster. In the fantasy, Ashley moaned like the cheapest whore while being fucked in all holes at once. Cum flowed from her mouth, pussy, and ass, mixing with her juices and drool. She was being showered with hot streams from all sides, and she only begged for more: “More… more cocks… fuck me completely!”

From this image, Ashley moaned loudly and began fucking herself with her fingers even faster, almost violently. Her juices were already flowing abundantly down her hand and staining her white stockings.

The fantasy quickly changed. Now she saw little Lord Salazar fucking her on the same throne where he sat as master. He held her by the hips and roughly impaled her on his incredibly thick cock while she rode him like a woman possessed. “Little prince… fuck your princess!” she screamed in the fantasy.

Then a new, much brighter image appeared in her head.

A tall, pale man in luxurious purple priestly robes. His face was aristocratically cold, his eyes dark and piercing. But what captured Ashley’s attention most was the enormous, thick, long cock protruding from under his robes. It was monstrous in size: as thick as her wrist, with pulsing veins and a large, swollen head.

Ashley gasped loudly and thrust her fingers deeper into her slit, imagining this majestic man approaching her. He says nothing — he simply grabs her by the throat with one hand and guides his gigantic cock straight into her dripping pussy with the other. In the fantasy, Ashley screamed from the mix of pain and wild pleasure as he began to enter her slowly but inexorably, stretching her to the limit. Each thrust was deep and heavy. He fucked her while standing, holding her up like a doll, driving his huge cock so deep that her belly bulged.

“Oh God… it’s so huge…” the real Ashley whispered, furiously fingering her pussy. “I want it… I want this great lord to wreck me with his monster…”

She immediately understood who it was. The great Lord Saddler, her master and guide on the path to true faith. In the fantasy, the man flipped her over, put her on all fours, and began pounding her from behind, slapping his heavy balls against her clit. In her mind, Ashley screamed, begged him not to stop, and promised to be the most devoted whore in his church. She imagined how his enormous cock completely filled her, how he came inside her with huge thick loads, flooding her womb to the brim.

From these images, Ashley was almost convulsing on the bed. She shoved four fingers inside herself and fucked her pussy hard and fast, pinching her nipple with her other hand.

“Yeees… fuck me, my lord… make me your head whore…” she moaned out loud, completely lost in her depraved fantasies.

The parasite purred contentedly in her head, fully cementing her new personality — lustful and obedient. Ashley had completely lost control of herself. Four fingers furiously pounded her dripping pussy, squelching and slurping so loudly that the sounds echoed throughout the bedroom. She imagined Lord Saddler’s huge cock wrecking her from behind, driving in to the hilt and stretching her pussy to its limit.

In the fantasy, Saddler suddenly sped up, gripped her hips tightly, and began pounding her with animalistic ****. His monstrous cock throbbed inside her, the head slamming against her cervix.

“Yeees!!!” Ashley screamed out loud, fully immersed in the vision.

In her head, Saddler growled, buried himself to the hilt, and began cumming powerfully. Hot, thick, abundant streams of cum gushed straight into her womb, filling her to the brim. Ashley felt her belly slightly rounding from the amount of cum in the fantasy.

The real Ashley suddenly arched her back on the bed and erupted into a loud, drawn-out orgasm.

“I’m cuuuuuumiiing!!!” she howled, eyes rolling back. Her pussy clenched hard around her fingers, her body convulsing. Abundant juices squirted from her slit, soaking her hand, thighs, and white stockings. She came long and hard, her fingers still working inside, prolonging the pleasure.

When the wave finally began to subside, Ashley relaxed onto the sheets, breathing heavily and smiling stupidly. Her legs were still trembling slightly. She didn’t pull her fingers out of her pussy — she simply continued to move them slowly and tenderly, gently stroking her walls and clit.

With her other hand, she ran it over her wet crotch, gathered the thick, sticky juices, and brought her fingers to her face. Without hesitation, Ashley greedily licked them, smacking loudly and sucking every last drop clean.

“Mmmm… I taste so good…” she whispered in a satisfied voice, licking her lips.

Lying on her back and lazily continuing to caress her pussy, she began dreaming about the future.

“I want to get pregnant by him…” she thought with a blissful smile. “I want the great Lord Saddler to fill me with his seed and make me the mother of his children. I want to walk around with a huge belly full of his offspring… I will proudly carry them inside me as proof of my devotion.”

She imagined returning to the USA already fully converted. With a big belly, in a white dress, with shining eyes. How she would preach Lord Saddler’s faith to her father, to politicians, to the whole world. How she would secretly seduce important people to spread the parasite further. How she would give birth to one child after another and raise them as true followers.

“I will become the perfect mother-whore for our faith…” she purred quietly, pushing two fingers deeper inside herself. “I will give birth for Lord Saddler and continue serving all his followers every day!”

The door to the luxurious chambers creaked quietly and slowly opened. A tall, menacing silhouette appeared in the doorway — Verdugo. A two-meter-tall creature in a long red cloak-canopy, with pale, almost translucent skin, sharp claws, and a faceless head. It radiated cold and danger.

But Ashley didn’t even flinch. On the contrary, her eyes lit up with genuine joy. She sat up sharply on the bed, smiled widely, and, without any shame about her nearly naked form, jumped off the bed.

“Ooooh! You’re so big and strong!” she sang enthusiastically, running barefoot toward Verdugo in just her white stockings. The short dress rode up, completely exposing her wet pussy and ass.

Without a drop of fear, Ashley pressed herself against his tall body, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up with a lustful, devoted smile.

“Please, take me to Lord Saddler… I want to see him so much!” She bit her lip and rubbed her breasts against his cloak. “But first… please fuck me. I’m already dripping wet. I need to feel a big, strong cock inside me!”

Ashley stood on her tiptoes, boldly reached under Verdugo’s red cloak with one hand, and greedily grabbed what was there. Her fingers wrapped around the creature’s thick, already hardening cock.

“Mmmm… it’s so huge…” she moaned, beginning to slowly stroke it with her hand. “Please fuck me right here. Wreck your new sister in faith… I want you to prepare me properly before meeting the Master.”

She turned her back to him, arched her spine, hiked up the short white dress to her waist, and spread her legs wide. Her wet, glistening pussy and tight ass were completely exposed to Verdugo.

Ashley glanced back over her shoulder with a crazy, happy smile and said capriciously:

“Come on… don’t make me wait. Shove your big cock into my presidential pussy and fuck me properly. I want to feel you filling me…”

She reached back with her hand, spread her wet lips, and began rubbing her slit against the head of his cock, fully ready to be used by this monster. Verdugo let out a low, guttural growl that made the windows in the room rattle. His faceless head tilted slightly, and his long, sharp claws grabbed Ashley by the hips. With one powerful movement, he lifted her light body into the air as if she weighed nothing.

“Yeees… take me!” Ashley moaned joyfully, wrapping her legs in white stockings around his broad back and locking them tightly behind him.

Verdugo didn’t wait. He roughly pressed her wet, dripping pussy against his enormous, spiky cock. This monstrous dick was truly terrifying — thick as her forearm, pale gray, covered in bony growths and small spikes, with a large, aggressively swollen head.

Ashley gasped loudly as Verdugo began slowly but inexorably impaling her on his cock.

“Aaaaaahhh!!! Oh fuuuuck… it’s so huge!” she cried out as the thick head roughly spread her lips and started screwing its way inside. The spikes and bony growths scraped against the walls of her pussy, causing a sharp mix of pain and wild, perverted pleasure.

Verdugo continued lowering her further, impaling her on his spiky shaft. Ashley felt every spike and bump stretching and hooking her from the inside. Her pussy was flowing abundantly, coating the monstrous cock, but still resisted tightly.

“Deeper… please, deeper!” she begged, trembling all over and squeezing her legs around him tighter.

When Verdugo finally drove almost his entire enormous cock into her, Ashley’s belly bulged outward. She was literally impaled on the monster, her pussy stretched to its absolute limit. Verdugo began powerfully moving her body up and down like a living fucktoy. Every time he lowered her, his spiky dick slammed in to the hilt, and every time he lifted her, it almost completely pulled out, leaving her gaping, dripping slit.

“Aaaahhh! Yeees! Fuck me! Wreck this whore!” Ashley screamed, rolling her eyes in pleasure. Her tits bounced with every rough thrust, and her short white dress rode all the way up to her neck.

Verdugo growled and sped up. He fucked her while standing, holding her by the hips and furiously impaling her on his spiky cock. Each thrust was accompanied by wet squelching and slurping sounds. The spikes inside her scraped her sensitive walls, intensifying the sensations to the point of madness. Ashley could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure — she simply screamed and moaned, completely surrendering to the monster.

“More! Harder! I want to feel every spike!” she wailed, digging her nails into his back under the cloak.

Verdugo roared louder and started pounding her even harder, practically tossing her light body up and down on his enormous dick. Ashley thrashed in ecstasy, her pussy pulsing and clenching hard around the spiky cock, squirting juices abundantly.

She had completely lost herself in lust, turning into a true parasite-broken whore who was enjoying every brutal thrust from the monster. Ashley moaned loudly and gripped Verdugo’s powerful, steel-like shoulders tighter, digging her fingers into his cloak. Her legs in white stockings squeezed his waist even harder, and she began furiously riding his enormous spiky cock herself, slamming her hips down with every thrust.

“Yeees! Just like that! Deeper!” she screamed like a woman possessed. “Wreck me with this monster!”

Every time she dropped down, the thick spiky cock slammed into her to the limit, stretching her pussy to the maximum. The spikes and bony growths scraped her inner walls, sending waves of wild, perverted pleasure through her. Ashley sped up herself, bouncing on the monster’s cock, her tits jiggling wildly while her short white dress remained completely hiked up.

Verdugo let out a deep, guttural growl and gripped her hips tighter with his claws. He began helping her, powerfully tossing her body upward and slamming her back down. Ashley was already squealing with pleasure, her pussy squelching and gushing, generously lubing the spiky shaft.

Suddenly Verdugo tensed up sharply. His cock swelled massively inside her, the spikes becoming even more pronounced. He let out a loud roar and began cumming powerfully.

Hot, thick, abundant streams of cum blasted straight into Ashley’s womb. The semen was unusually thick and hot, flooding her insides in liters, filling her to the brim. Ashley’s belly swelled slightly from the sheer volume.

“Aaaaaaaaahhh!!! I’m cuuuuuumiiing!!!” she howled.

Her pussy clenched hard around the spiky cock, her body convulsing in powerful spasms. She came so intensely that she squirted like a fountain, soaking Verdugo’s cloak and her own thighs. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and her face twisted in blissful orgasmic agony.

Verdugo continued to slowly rock her on his cock, squeezing out the last thick loads of cum deep inside her. Only when he had completely emptied himself did the monster carefully pull out his still-hard dick and gently lower the trembling Ashley to the floor. A heavy flow of thick white cum immediately gushed from her widely stretched pussy, running down her thighs and staining her white stockings.

Ashley stood on shaky legs, breathing heavily and smiling stupidly, when the door opened again and Ramon Salazar walked into the room.

“Ah, Miss Graham,” he said with a satisfied smirk, looking at her disheveled appearance and cum-dripping pussy. “I see you’re already fully ready.”

Ashley smiled happily, slipping a hand between her legs and slowly rubbing her cum-filled slit.

“Oh yes, little prince…” she purred in a sweet voice. “I’ve been ready for a long time to take Lord Saddler’s huge cock. When will you finally take me to him? I want to serve him… with my whole body.”

Salazar smiled smugly, studying her lustful gaze.

“He is already waiting for you, young lady.”

He turned and headed for the exit. Ashley let out a joyful cry, quickly adjusted her hiked-up dress, and hurried after him with a happy smile, her bare feet slapping against the floor. With every step, thick cum from Verdugo continued to leak from her pussy, leaving wet trails on the floor.

She was completely ready to meet her new Master.