Hoat tests Ciri's obedience. (MF, Oral, Ncon)

"Remove your top," Hoat commanded. Ciri did not hesitate, playing the part. As far as Hoat was concerned she was still completely under his control. His to be used as he pleased.

The thin cloth came off easily, her bra followed suit, falling to a pile on the ground. Hoat stared, appreciated her beauty. Years of training left her fit, strong, youth kept her breasts perky and her skin, besides the scars, smooth and flawless.

A grin crossed Hoat's face. "Did they hurt you?" he asked as he approached, he reached out tenderly. He trailed his fingers over her exposed flesh, barely touching her. Goosebumps followed his wake.

"No," Ciri whispered, she knew this would happen. Coming back here, she would have to do things, let things be done with her. But she had ****, Yennefer was still locked somewhere in this hell. As well as everyone else trapped in Lord Karlik's perverted game.

"Tell me what they did to you? What you let them do to you?"

She looked up at him then, catching his eyes.

"They took turns at first." Ciri said, "Their leader had me first, she touched her lips. Had me suck him, then he fucked me. Then his other men had their turn. Then they stopped waiting, and they all took me."

Hoat seemed to take some perverse pleasure knowing she had been fucked by other men. Since she had fallen into his grasp at the estate he had taken her into his bed many times. But he had sold her off to the rich Lords even more and then there were the shows, she could not forget the shows he put on for Lord Karlik and his 'customers'.

Drowners, ghouls, goblins. He had made her fuck them all while he and a dozen other men watched. Of course the idea of a handful of **** bandits gangraping her would get him off.

"On your knees," he demanded.

Ciri closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate. She knew this would happen when she decided to come back to the estate to rescue Yennefer. She dropped to her knees and looked up at Hoat, eyes bright and wide. She opened her mouth her tongue darted out to tease her lips.

How many times had she been in this position before? Ciri watched, transfixed as Hoat pulled himself free from his pants. His cock was half hard. His fingers wrapped around himself, pumping once then twice. She watched and held back her disgust.

How many times had she that cock in her mouth, in her cunt or ass? She could not even count. Hoat had had her in every way a man could have women. His cock had been dragged and rubbed across every inch of her flesh, his cum had coated every inch of her. One more time, a dozen more times would hardly matter.

Two slaps across her cheek and nose had him fully engorged. Hoat was not a good man, nor a kind man. Ciri would make him pay for all that he did but for now, for now, she played the part.

Ciri swallowed hard and stuck her tongue out. Hoat pressed his cock against her tongue resting it there.

"Lord Karlik was not pleased you were delayed in your return." He said staring down at her. She looked up, obedient, and waited. "He has taken quite a liking to you over these last few months. Missed you in his bed."

A quick nod was all she could do, his cock slid across her tongue, pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth wide.

"Your friend Yennefer as well, too much willpower in that one, we had to break her while you were gone."

Ciri did her best not to show any outward outrage, her tongue rolled slowly cradling the moist head of his cock.

"Just like we broke you."

Hoat lived for power and control, he craved it, and almost everything he was a means to gain more. Ciri had learned that soon after she had arrived at the estate, she had also learned Hoat fucked liked he lived.

One hand went behind her head, another went to her chin. Hoat held her still as he leaned forward, slowly, letting his cock slide across her tongue and into her mouth. Ciri strained to keep her mouth open wide, her lips dragged against his shaft.

He pushed further in, past her teeth, into the back of her throat, and then some more.

Ciri choked, her body convulsed as his cock **** its way down her gullet. She resisted, every muscle in her body screaming to push him away. She coughed around his cock, gagged, and felt the bile in her stomach turn.

"Open," he demanded as he pushed more of his cock into her mouth.

The sound that escaped her lips was undignified, her hands went to his thighs but she did not push back, she kept her mouth open, she let him have complete control. Another inch of his cock buried into her throat. The muscles in her throat convulsed, tightening around the head of his cock. Her discomfort, her pain, bringing him pleasure. Tears leaked from her eyes, drool spilled from her mouth.

He held her there, her nose buried into his pubic hair, his hand tightly around her head forcing the full length of his cock in her throat. She felt his balls twitch against her chin. And still he pulled harder on her head, forcing her face into his torso.

"Fuck," he groaned, and she felt his cock throb as her vision went dark.

And for a moment she thought he had figured her out, knew she had found a way to resist the succubus venom and was lying to him and this was his punishment. He was going to kill her, **** her to **** with his cock. She gagged, her entire body twisting. She was going to die like this.

But then he pulled out with a groan.

Air, delicious air, rushed into her lungs for the briefest of moments before they were followed by Hoat's long cock.

"Gahh," Ciri gagged, as he plunged himself back down her throat, he didn't hold her there this time instead he pulled back, wrenching on her head and neck he fucked her face.

Ciri could do nothing, she couldn't fight back, couldn't resist, she did her best to go limp and let the man use her head as a fuck toy.

Three strokes then four, her vision was blurred with tears, but he kept going until he found his rhythm, until he found that spot where her throat would squeeze around him, where the groans and moans she made felt best against his cock. And then he fucked her face harder, driving into her throat as he had done a hundred times before. His perfect little fuck toy.

Gurgling whimpers escaped Ciri's throat with each thrust, followed by drool and spit. Disgusting wet sounds of a woman being choked, being ****. Painful unwanted sounds. Ciri blinked back even more tears, her hands gripping his thighs harder as she held on. Braced herself every time his shaft pressed against her tongue, the blunt head of his cock pushed against stretched her throat.

Drool coated her chin, her neck, and breasts. Her face was red, stained with tears, her eyes rolled back each time Hoat moved, each time she moaned, each time he pulled out far enough to let her breathe.

Despite it all and as much as she hated it, Ciri found herself warming to the sensation, of being choked half to **** by a man's member. Her cunt twitched, and she couldn't help but think of how good it would be if he was fucking her cunt instead of her mouth. She cursed the damned Succubus venom.

He pulled from her throat, drool, precum, and probably some of the contents her stomach stretched from her lips to his cock as he stared down at her.

"Did you enjoy that whore?" he asked

Ciri closed her eyes, her eyes burned, her throat ached, her neck felt half twisted off. "Yes," she replied softly and opened her eyes to look at him.

"Stroke me," he told her, his hands motioning to his cock.

Without thinking she reached up, small delicate fingers wrapping around his swollen member, she pulled back, her drool letting her hand slid easily over him. She pumped his cock, up and down, back and forth, she looked up.

"Where do you want it?"

"Anywhere you want Master," she replied, she knew he liked that, knew he liked being in control. She leaned forward, pressing the tip of his cock against her lips rubbing him as her fist pumped him.

"Where," he said in a half groan.

They had played this game before, she could remember.

"In my mouth," she murmured, letting her lips drag across his head, she could taste the salty tease of his cum, she could feel him swell in her hand. "On my face," she added, she stroked him faster, opened her mouth slightly, and moved his cock against her lips, letting her tongue drag along the underside of him as she rubbed his cock across her face.

"I want your cum--" Ciri did not need to say more as she felt him freeze, his cock jerked. The first spurt hit her across the nose and eye, she flinched opened her mouth and aimed the second for her tongue. The thick white seed hit her tongue and across her cheek.

Hoat moaned, and Ciri sealed her lips around him swallowing the last of his load. She stayed like that for a long moment, on her knees, his cock in her mouth before he finally pulled away.

With a satisfied look on his face he told her to stand and she did.

"Come, lets go see your friend Yennefer."