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The Wellintown Collector 3, the Madam Collector – fansadox 723
Just as Tom’s grip seems complete, an unexpected figure from the Collector’s past emerges. Old claims resurface, alliances fracture, and the question of who truly owns the women of Wellington is raised again. Karen is caught between a partner who betrayed her and a legacy far larger than either of them. The truth about Susan remains buried in the dark.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“MMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
It was useless. Ptolemy began walking round like a lion in a cage. His enemy’s name was clear enough now. Julius Caesar. But Caesar was an all-powerful ruler and a ruthless opponent in war. There was nothing he could do about him. Caesar himself was untouchable. But the other plotters weren’t. Who were they?
He picked up a bamboo cane and brought it down onto her red and bruised breasts.
THWAAACK! THWAAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
In the end Claudia cracked. She knew she couldn’t take any more beatings and she asked them to stop.
“Alright! I’ll tell you all I know!”
“I’m listening, bitch!”
“Yes, I got orders. They were always sealed. They gave them to my husband when they ordered supplies for the ships.”
“If all this is true, you are truly insane, Ceruleus the Cobra!”
“Maybe! Sometimes it’s better to be crazy! Anyway I lost a lot of money in the last games. And I want to get it back. And I want to tread that proud idiot Arkenjheh into the mud!”
She opened her eyes wide.
“Arkenjheh? The wise, educated Arkenjheh? I can’t believe he’d have anything to do with this filth!”!
Ceruleos the Cobra stopped pressing her down onto the table. It was not necessary anymore. The nails would hold her there. She would not move for fear of destroying her breasts. They were already beginning to swell up, he saw with satisfaction.
The Cobra gazed at her breasts for some moments. He gave one of his strange clicks with his forked tongue and he took his cock out. He was so horny now that he only needed a few quick pump s to shoot his semen over her breasts…
“CLICK! OH! GASP! Take spunk, bitch! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!”
He wiped his dripping cock over her face and hair. There was nothing she could do about it.
He took a bottle out of his tunic and drank from it. His body trembled for a moment and his cock grew.
“Put the slut on the ground!” he ordered. “On her knees!”
Rufia summoned all her remaining strength and managed to mumble a phrase or two…
“I… never be… your slave… never!”
“Take a good look at this, Rufia!” the Cobra said. “Good and hard, eh? CLICK! Your tits do that to me! But I’m a generous man, I’m going to let my gladiators fuck you this time! ”
All the women in the Flesh Carnival were slaves and they had all passed rigorous tests of submission to males. Lord Hazarin had given his permission for their sexual exploitation.
The hormones from their cunts were exciting the male, despite his fear and the repugnance their bodies caused him. The other prisoners were also aroused and they were getting noisy. The guards shouted at them…
“Cut that noise, bastards! And if one of you shoots any spunk, he’ll go straight down into the mines and he’ll look for tangelium with his cock, alright?”
The pain in her crotch was terrible and the sinister thugs were pulling her legs wide open. She felt like one of the contortionists that she had seen when a traveling circus visited the mining village.
She looked around. There were other monsters waiting, crouched over like apes, waving the tentacles that covered their faces. She knew the tentacles were not part of their masks. They were real. She guessed correctly that these strange creatures had once been human. She could not know it, but their strange clothes were made of human skin.
“Listen, Bettina, listen!” He spoke through Azrim’s mouth. “You’ve got to help me! We can get out of this and we can live to fuck again, and again, and again! What we don’t want to do is die in this place!”
“Yes, yes! Fuck me to death, my Prince! We’ve got plenty of time here. Carry on, please! Don’t take it out! I need more! GASP! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!”
“Let go of my cock, will you?” Prince Azrim struggle to free himself. “We don’t want to be captured by the mutants! They’d enslave us or eat us!”