Merrie woke up as Grange grabbed her head. She was dazed as she opened her eyes, not seeing anything besides his dangling balls before he jammed his cock into her mouth. It slid deep and caught against the back of her dry throat. It left a taste of his precum against her tongue.
“Fucking Bass,” he growled as he pulled back and slammed it home. His balls smacked into Merrie's nose.
She choked on his cock as she struggled to figure out where she was. She was on her back and tied to a stool. The wooden top dug into her shoulders and her lower back. Her arms and legs were bent back down into the legs of the stool where he had tied them together. She tried to shift, but the ropes bound her tightly to the bench.
Grange jammed his cock into her throat and cut off her breath before he pulled it out. His fingers dug into the side of her cheeks, forcing her jaw open as he gave her another hard stroke. His balls smacked her nose and she closed her eyes to avoid getting the hairs in her eyes.
Her body responded to him fucking her face. She felt the horrid curls of pleasure rising up, urging her to fight against him. She knew he wanted her to resist, to do something that would encourage him to beat her. Tears sparkled in her cheeks as the memory of his brutal fisting came rising up in her thoughts.
Grange had no windows in his room. Instead, Merrie had to measure time with the brutal beatings she got. It didn't matter if she obeyed or not, he would attack her for simply breathing. He didn't need an excuse to hurt her and she knew it clear down to her core.
The only bright point in her dim life was that Grange had completely focused on her and left both Cock Diver and Pillow Chest alone. She didn't think he felt them either, but at least he wasn't beating or whipping them every waking moment. That was reserved for her.
She shuddered as she came, shamed that she found any pleasure in her abuse.
Grange sighed and released her head. The sudden relief from the pressure keeping her jaw opened caused her to relax and she scraped the length of his cock with her teeth.
She froze as he yanked it out with a hiss of pain.
It came seductively, a hunger of an orgasm about to come. She was about to be punished. She screwed her eyes tightly shut as she dreaded the pleasure rising up, filling her body with the white-hot intensity of anticipation.
“You bit me! You fucking, useless cunt!”
She tensed, knowing what would come next. His hand smacked across her face and stars exploded across her vision. It rocked down her neck and the entire stool shook from the impact. His backhand smashed the knuckles against the other side of her face and the stool rocked dangerously.
Merrie hated that she got wet from the pain.
He smacked her again before stomping to his box of tools.
The sound of metal rolling around sent a pang of fear and pleasure coursing through her body. It was going to hurt, and the hunger for it was as devastating at the pain that would be coming. She sobbed softly as she twisted around trying to find freedom.
“I'm going to teach you some manners.”
He came back, growing under his breath. He grabbed her jaw and pried it open. Metal clinked against her tongue as he shoved a ring gag into her mouth. It hurt from the pressure as he forced it deeper. It slipped behind her teeth and he let go.
Her mouth clamped down on the gag, but it kept her mouth forced open. It felt wrong being unable to close her mouth. She explored it with her tongue and tried not to think about the juices dribbling out of her pussy.
He strapped it around the back of her head, pulling it tight until the straps dug into her cheeks. With a grunt, he tied it off and grabbed her head to position her mouth.
Merrie opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, legs spread and poised to fuck her throat. In her mind, she knew that he was going to be rough, brutal. She could feel the desire to be choked filling her thoughts and she reached out for his cock.
“I hate these fucking collars, they aren't tight enough,” Grange muttered. He grabbed a piece of ever-present rope and wrapped it around her throat. The harsh strands dug into her flesh as he drew it snug. The regeneration collar healed her bruises, but she could imagine that the rope slid to the sore area of her neck.
She pressed her tongue against the bottom of her mouth as she took deep breaths. She only got one breath before he slammed his cock home. With the ring gag, it punched into her mouth and into her throat like a molten sword. She gagged on it as her body rocked from the impact.
Grange pulled on the rope, tightening it until her throat clamped around his cock like a vise. Any chance of breath ceased as he held his cock there and tied the rope tight against her throat.
Panic grew in her thoughts. Fear that maybe he would accidentally forget to pull out in time. That it would be the last thing she would ever see. Just as she felt the burn in her lungs, he pulled his cock out.
It hurt to breathe and she couldn't get enough air through her throat. Without a cock buried in her throat, she could inhale tiny wisps of air. Her neck was tight, confined, and it added a knife edge to the pleasure and fear filling her.
He gripped her head again, this time to hold it still between his long fingers. She could feel the urge to hurt her rising up.
Grange punched his cock forward. He slid into the wet depths of her mouth and buried to the base against her lips. She felt the pulsating length cutting off her breath. Thankfully, he pulled out and slammed his cock back in. It took him only a moment to get up to full speed, driving his cock into her tight throat with short, brutal strokes.
“He hired me to do this,” he gasped as he drove deep and held it there. Grange was prone to speaking out but Merrie learned not to even acknowledge he was talking.
“I'm paid-” He tightened the rope on her throat and slammed it home. As he forced his way into the tight heat of her body, his cock drew harder. Merrie didn't know a time he came without choking her, but it always scared her as she felt the rope tightening around her throat. “-to beat these bitches!”
He drove it into her again.
“To rape them!”
Another pound slammed his balls against her nose. The smell of his sweat and excitement flooded her nostrils, teasing them but she couldn't exhale to rid herself of his scent.
“To teach them cruelty!”
Another slam rocked the stool. He grabbed her breast with one hand and twisted the nipple hard to bring her back. The pain flashed along her senses, spreading across every centimeter of her skin before sinking into the molten depths of her pussy. A fresh dribble of humiliating excitement ran down her thighs and soaked the crack of her ass.
She choked on his cock. As he pulled it out of her mouth, the saliva and pre-cum poured out over her face, tickling her nose and running down her face. She had to close her eyes to avoid the tinging burn. Blinded, she could only wait for him to spear her again.
“None of you are worth it,” he yelled. He slammed into her and grabbed her breasts with both hands. Fingers dug into the soft flesh as he held her with his hands. His hips drove his cock with long, strokes that smacked her face with every thrust. With her position, she was disoriented as the stool rocked back and forth. The only anchors in her world were the hands mauling her breasts and the cock that thrust into the rope-bound tightness of her throat.
“You're all fucking cunts!” His monologue continued as he slammed into her. He twisted her nipples and pulled them. She squirmed as he crushed the nipples between her fingers, squeezing until she thought they were going to burst. The cock driving into her mouth swelled as he came close to an orgasm.
She dreaded and hungered for his orgasm. The last time, he held it there until she struggled for air. In her mind, she knew he was going to do the same thing. There was nothing she could do about it. She was bound and helpless, pinned down by the cock spearing her with brutal strokes.
His coming orgasm burned brightly in her mind. She knew it was about to crest. She could feel his swollen cock tearing into her throat. She tasted it in the flood of pre-cum that poured into her mouth and down her face. He strained to hold back as his balls clenched up against his body.
With a bellow, Grange grabbed her breasts, dug his fingers into the soft mounds, and yanked back. His cock speared her throat and his balls smacked her on the face. She felt him forcing his shaft deep into her before it exploded.
She couldn't taste it, she wanted to, but she felt the hot liquid pouring down her throat. It left a burning trail toward her gut. She tried to inhale, but his swollen cock blocked her air. She felt a panic growing inside her, not because she couldn't breath but because she knew it would grow more painful as he held it there.
Grange hung over her, panting for breath as he glared out into the room. He saw nothing, she knew that, but he also wouldn't withdraw until the anger inside him faded.
She gulped at his cock, feeling the tightness increasing. Her lungs started to ache with the need to breath. Under her hands, her breasts pressed up against his palms, to encourage him to thrust or just to abuse her.
Merrie hated herself for wanting more. She hated that she was trembling underneath his both, counting the seconds as her body started to crave the air. She gulped again and lapped at his balls, the tears leaking out from her tightly closed eyes.
The instinctive need to breathe came as a tremor down her body. She jerked against her bounds as she tried to free herself. She felt the craving growing, an intense desire and the panic burning brightly.
She needed to inhale.
She needed to breathe.
Merrie squirmed underneath Grange, trying to evict the cock buried in her throat. The rope burned along her throat as she gulped again. It tore into the skin and added to the pressure. She jerked at her bounds, twisting the rope until she felt it cutting into her flesh.
Grange knew she was suffocating. She could feel it like a bright star of joy inside his mind. It burned her skin with his knowledge that he was choking her. Every struggle she did to break free turned him on more, adding heat to the swelling cock blocking her breath.
At the first black star swam across her vision, she lost all control. With a scream that never reached her vocal cords, she jerked violently on the stool. She wrenched to one side and the other, trying to free the cock as her body burned for the coolness of air, anything besides the slick cock that impaled her throat.
Grange moaned and shoved his hips tight against her face to ensure she couldn't break it free.
“Fucking Bass, he told me to hurt these girls. Hired me! And now,” he grunted as his shaft swelled with his growing pleasure, “he wants me to back down. To be ‘nicer.’ I say fuck him!”
He drew back, not enough for Merrie to get air, and drove deep. The force of his blow hurt Merrie's jaw as he fucked her clenching throat with short brutal strokes.
“He made a promise and he can't fucking breaking it!” Smack.
“I don't have to be nice!” The impact of his hips into her face brought stars to her face.
“I don't have to like these fucking cunts! Ever!” He slammed into Merrie and she felt her neck straining to take the force of his blow. The pain added to her suffocation, throwing her over the edge of ecstasy and terror.
“The druid cunt and murderer can scheme all they want. They are never getting rid of me!” The entire stool shook from the impact.
Merrie almost got a breath of air, but his cock drove back into it. Black stars swam across her vision as she continued to jerk. The rope binding her to the stool dug into her skin and she felt blood coating the ends of her arms as she frantically tore at them.
“They are all fucking cunts!”
He slammed into her hard enough to crack bone. She felt her joints popping. One of the ropes slipped further down and she jerked at it, ignoring the flesh being torn. Around her, the charm at her throat began to glow brightly until it lit up the room, but that just encouraged him to pound her face harder.
“I'll break every fucking one!”
Pain blossomed inside Merrie. It wasn't the agony of being beaten, but the one of her lungs giving one last panic-fueled surge as her heart pounded in her chest. She was going to suffocate on his cock. She was going to die.
And, to her hatred, she was coming. It was an orgasm fueled by asphyxiation and his own desires. It ran through her veins like black fire, ignited by the stars that swam across her vision. She couldn't hear Grange ranting through the pounding in her heart, but she didn't care. She could feel it in her mind as she came again and again, uselessly struggling to breathe as the world grew dark around her.
“Fuck!”
Grange came inside her throat, his cum pouring down her throat. He slammed her forward with all his might. Her stool tilted as he stepped forward to pound her face hard, flooding her mouth with cum.
Merrie tried to take in a breath between his thrusts, but inhaled cum instead. She coughed violently as his cock as he slammed her face again and again. Each blow was harder and faster.
Everything spun and tilted to the side. And then, with one powerful blow, Grange slammed forward with his cock. His hips crushed her face, but then everything swung around. Her stool tilted and she was thrown forward.
She opened her cum-soaked eyes to see the ground rushing toward her. With her arms and legs bound underneath the top of the stool, there was nothing she could do as she hit the ground with a loud thud. The pain was excruciating as the regeneration charm flared to life.
Merrie sobbed into the ground, gasping for breath. She hated herself for coming again; she was useless against her own nature as much as she was helpless tied to the stool.
Grange grabbed the stool legs and shoved it aside. Merrie was tossed on her side as she stared up at him. He was angry, face red with hatred.
“Fuck Bass!”
Reaching out, he started to grab a whip hanging from the ceiling, but he stopped. “No, you won't scream enough for him to hear you.”
He lowered his hand as power grew inside him. It was a dark, boiling cloud of magic that poured down into his hand. A mote of energy appeared his finger and he wrapped his fingers as a handle to a whip appeared. More energy poured down his arm as a blood-red whip poured out from his fingers. It was a thick bullwhip and the sight of it sickened Merrie.
The whip coiled on the ground like some python. The growing tip flared like a flame on a fuse, growing brighter until it burst. Between the light halos temporarily burned in her vision, she saw the whip ended in a long knife blade.
The presence of the magic sickened Merrie. She could feel it in both Grange's mind and in her own heart. It was fueled from torture and pain, from being raped and choked. She was going to be whipped by a spell powered by her own suffocation.
Grange flung his arm back. The whip snapped back and sheared through the bars of upper cages, leaving drops of molten iron to splash down. On the bottom cage, Cock Diver screamed out as she covered her head over the smoke splattering against her hair.
Merrie saw it coming, knew what would happen next. She wanted to be brave. She wanted to be like Sable. She wanted to be brave and stoic. To take it like a proper bitch.
But, she couldn't. As the whip came down toward her, she screamed out with all her might.
“No!”
The electricity of the collar was a brief respite of pain before her entire world blew up in red-hot agony of Grange's whip.