Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 127 Chapter 127 Abuse

"Oh relax Monica, you'll have all the balls you want, trust me, there's enough balls to go around! We promise you premium statisfaction! Isn't that right?!"

The others laughed in assent at the unfunny joke.

They bent over her lithe helpless body. On the walls of the cave, their huddled shadows looked like a wake of vultures feasting on a corpse. Their massive hands groped her breasts, Monica felt their sweaty fingers trickling all over her skin, they grabbed and squeezed her butt like it was a water ballon- all under the pretext of taking off her clothes.

Unwilling to take it lying down, she fought and kicked like a ferocious dog. Eyes wild, and breath frantic, her jaw continued to snap and her teeth hunted for anything to bite at all. Eventually, she got lucky one time and managed to sink her teeth deep enough to draw blood from one hand.

But her victory was short lived.

Her wild eyes bulged in infuriation as the sick bastard grinned, and took the bite like it was nothing.

"Boss, we got a feisty one here!"

"Get on with it," the Howard boy growled.

Amidst groans, and the rustling sounds of scavenging hands and scampering feet, the men began to operate in formation.

Under the light of the burning torch, they rolled her over on her belly. One mighty hand landed on the back of her neck, covering the entire circumference of her throat, keeping her pinned down and her cheek pressed sideways to the ground.

On both her feet, she felt two different pairs of hands working to free her leather boots.

On her waist, she felt two different pair of hands again tugging at her tight trousers. Growling impatiently, their sweaty palms and thick stubby fingers curled into the velvet fabric, and began to tear off the fabric against her skin.

Loose threads flew up and down in the air- flying down in reckless showers.

By the time Monica felt the wind against her naked bottom, she knew they had won.

They were going to rape her. Her heart thumped so wildly in her chest, it was threatening to burst forth. Her eyes darted about in panic- looking for anything she could use to kill herself before they had their way with her.

For her, death was preferable- than to suffer dishonor like this.

Breathing down her body like a pack of bulldogs, two different hands latched onto her silk panties. With zero finesse at all, and with all their might, they tore it to shreds. Monica bit down on her lip as the lining of the panties tore painfully into her butt crack.

The hot skidding of the tearing, sliced against her tender pussy, rippling an agonizing bout of pain from her vulva. Monica's eyes burned from the pain- and the anger. From the group, a collective groan of sick pleasure erupted into the air as her pink naked butt came into sight. It was bubbly, round, fresh, and succulent.

She gritted her teeth, as the rough hands grabbed each cheek greedily. Hovering directly over her, with their hands pressing all over her, and pressing her down, the sickening moans of five men came echoing right into her ears.

Fear, and the overwhelming feeling of helplessness overshadowed her in black leathery wings. Breathless, suffocating and trembling under their crushing weight, she tried to move. But their clammy sweaty hands kept pouring all over her, keeping her in place.

Another set of hands began to tear into her top.

Snap, snap,

The stitches of her leather bound material gave way under their might. The pale smooth skin of her bareback was now exposed. Paul's dick hardened at the mere thought of jerking off on her back- just as the main appetizer.

He growled at his men;

"That's enough,"

Thinking it was over, Monica was about to sigh when he said;

"Turn her over and spread her legs." he said stroking his crotch; "I want to see that pussy. . ."

Still bound, they rolled her over roughly.

She arched her back stubbornly as the cold from the bare ground came in contact with her skin. Still struggling, two men, on each side of her shoulders, held her down firmly.- pressing her back down.

Below, two men held onto each of her legs, spreading them for young Lord Paul Howard to see. Her bones rattled under her flesh, and her skin crawled as she saw the look on his face. His dark eyes bore in her pussy, raping her a thousand times already without even touching her.

Paul swallowed;

"Yes. . ." his voice was dry and hoarse; "You're so fuckin' hot. Shit. . .show me that Russell pussy,"

He groaned in want;

"I want to see it," he sniffed; "I want to smell it," he lowered himself onto her; "I wanna taste it. . ."

He knelt down between her thighs, drooling like a dog, and eyes round in greedy want. His right hand landed on her pussy folds- and massaged it with his four fingers, all the while growling in low deep tones. Hungry for her flesh, he slipped one inch his forefinger in.

Obviously repulsed, Monica yelped in pain as her contracted pussy fought to keep him out. Paul's eyes flashed with pleasure as he watched her squirm at his touch.

"Stay still bit*h before I make you bleed. . ."

Still she wiggled her hips furiously, fighting to keep his finger out. She was tight. Too tight and not wet enough for another finger to slip in. So, he extracted his finger. She yelped again like a pussy.

With his cock bulging freely in his trousers, he placed both his hands under her raised laps, and bent forward with his mouth open;

"Yes," he groaned terribly;

"You're so fuckin' smooth. . .no hair. . .I like that. . .come here baby. . ."

He inched closer.

Suddenly, Monica threw her head back, gathered all the spittle in her mouth, and shot it at him. It landed squarely on his face in a messy blast. Face dripping, and eyes red, Paul slowly raised his gaze at her. She grinned victoriously.

Paul right arm lifted off the ground, curved mid way in the air, and came hurling at Monica's face. The backhand slap struck her cheek neatly, displacing the smirk on her face- almost shifting her jaw in the process.

Before Monica could recover, she felt his wet mouth close on her pussy lips. Monica cringed as his tongue flattened against her vulva. She shook vehemently from side to side, but the powerful arms kept her in place.

Paul's tongue curled as he tickled her clitoris, before closing his lips hungrily on her organ. He began to suck her deliriously. Alternating between his mouth and tongue, he licked her clean, gurgling greedily in slurp-slurp sounds, covering her vulva and small clitoris in one gulp.

He kept moaning into her pussy in inaudible words- telling her she tasted like honey, telling her all Russell women were treasures, joking about how he was going to fuck her stepmother bloody after he was done shredding her pussy.

His teeth found her clitoris, and wickedly, he nibbled softly on it- before biting softly.

Monica screamed so loud, one mighty hand had to cover her mouth.