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020#
When Andy stepped down from the carriage, he was mesmerized by the sight of the majestic castle before him, the residence of the Murk family known as Castle Murkia. It stood tall and proud in the heart of the Kingdom, a fortress of majestic proportions. Two knights stood guard at the imposing gate, while eight archers kept watch from the ramparts. The solid, intricately carved gate was protected by magical barriers, which allowed only those with the proper permits to enter.
Approaching the gentleman at the magical door, Theresa confidently declared, "We have come from the Brothel of Lust and have brought the proceeds of Lord Bill and the Young Nobles," handing him a piece of paper for verification. The guard quickly scanned the paper and, seeing the Fallward and Murk Family seal handed it back to Theresa and allowed them access with a simple "Come in."
The magical barrier dissipated and the door slowly opened.
They followed the dirt path winding through manicured lawns until the castle's grand entrance rose before them. Waiting at the foot of the marble steps stood a tall, lean man in an immaculate black suit. Short-cropped gray hair, a long silver beard neatly trimmed, brown eyes calm and sharp.
He bowed slightly.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sebastian, Lord Bill's butler." His gaze settled on Andy. "You must be Andy. I am not mistaken, I trust?" Sebastian's smile never wavered. "Please, follow me to the main entrance."
With that he turned and led them up the wide stone steps, the heavy doors already swinging inward as if the castle itself had been waiting.
Sebastian walked ahead, the three of them trailing behind. Just as Andy lifted his foot to cross the threshold into the castle, the butler spun on his heel with startling speed and fixed him with those calm brown eyes.
"Young man," Sebastian said, voice smooth but edged like a blade, "why are you still dressed?"
He let the question hang in the air, as if Andy had already committed some glaring breach of etiquette by daring to step inside with clothes on.
Andy blinked, still half inside the doorway, "I don't understand."
Sebastian's polite mask cracked into a thin, mocking laugh, "I said: why are you still dressed?"
The laugh died as fast as it came. His eyes turned cold, the long silver beard doing nothing to soften the sneer.
"You 'defectives' are not humans. You are mere animals who live off the 'talented' like leeches. Animals don't wear clothes, so neither should you."
Andy stood frozen, the sudden contempt hitting him like a slap.
Sebastian's voice turned silky again, almost gentle. "Do you want to undress yourself, or shall I do it for you? It's up to you."
Andy watched as Robin nodded almost imperceptibly, urging him to obey. Reluctantly, he started peeling off the filthy tunic and trousers, letting them fall to the marble. The maids stooped and gathered everything except his boxers. Sebastian's gaze raked over him, cold and impatient.
"All the clothes."
Andy let out a sharp, bitter click of his tongue and shoved the boxers down. His cock flopped out, thick and long even soft, swaying heavy between his legs. He brought both hands down to cover himself, but the damn thing was too big; the fat head and half the shaft still poked out above his fingers and below his palms, impossible to hide. Cold air kissed the exposed skin while Sebastian's smug gaze lingered.
"Now you can come in," said Sebastián with a triumphant smile, then turned around and walked in with a firm step.
They followed him. The entrance hall gleamed spotless, crystal chandeliers blazing overhead. Portraits of blond, blue-eyed Murk ancestors glared down from the walls with open disdain, as if they already knew he didn't belong. They climbed the sweeping staircase, passing nobles draped in silk and velvet who didn't spare the naked, collared man a single glance, as if a bare cock swinging with every step was the most ordinary sight in the world when it belonged to a defective. Andy kept his hands clamped tight over his crotch, the chain tugging at his throat, held firmly by Theresa who walked ahead of him.
Sebastian led Andy down the corridor until they reached an ornate double door. He stopped, turned to the maids.
"You two may not enter. Maid Robin, Maid Theresa, go to the servants' dining hall for breakfast. You each have rooms to rest in."
Theresa gave a short nod. With a quick flick of her wrist she unhooked the chain from Andy's collar, the iron links clinking softly as they fell loose against his bare chest. Robin shot Andy one last unreadable glance, then the two maids followed a castle footman and disappeared around the corner.
The chain gone, the sudden absence of weight felt almost heavier than its pull had been. Andy stood naked and alone beside Sebastian in front of Lord Bill's door.
Sebastian cleared his throat and knocked on the door.
Knock… Knock.
"It's Sebastian, my lord. I've brought Andy Collins."
From inside came Bill's voice, thick with sleep and last night's wine.
"Enter."
Sebastian pushed the door open and with a curt flick of his hand motioned Andy in.
Andy stepped inside and found himself facing a short, plump, bald man sunk deep into an armchair, clearly Lord Bill. Standing stiffly behind him on either side were two women, faces tight with fear. One looked around fifty, the other barely twenty. Both wore severe black, as if they'd just come from a funeral, and around their necks gleamed the exact same iron slave collar Andy wore. That told him everything: they weren't guests. They were property.
"So you're Andy Collins," Bill spat as he rose to his feet, stepping right in front of Andy. "The filthy defective who fucked my late betrothed, Miriam."
Andy blinked, genuinely lost. "Miriam? I'm sorry, I don't know who you're talking about."
Bill lurched forward, his expression sharpening into something aggressive and threatening. "Miriam was the woman I was going to marry—the one Green Hood murdered. And you still fucked her. Ring any bells now?"
The memory hit Andy like a cold wave: three women, drunk on power, taking turns riding him until he blacked out. One of them had laughed and said her name was Miriam between moans. He'd been half-conscious when they left at dawn.
Andy had a way of getting out of these kinds of situations: when he was caught fucking another man's wife, he usually ran out the nearest door or window. But this was different. If he ran out the window or door now, he would quickly get caught and probably killed. Swallowing hard and realizing he could not escape this angry-looking man, he said in his innocent tone, "Forgive me, I didn't know she was your promised bride."
Seeing Andy's apology, Bill replied, "Well, that's okay. She got what she deserved as a cheater, which is death, but you didn't get any punishment, did you? I should cut your dick off."
The moment Andy heard that they were going to cut off his big penis, he knelt on the floor and implored, "Please, anything but that! Without my penis, I'm nothing! I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" asked Bill.
"Yes," Andy replied.
"My promised bride liked to fuck you, didn't she?" said Bill with a smile.
Bill snapped his fingers.
The two women flinched, cheeks flaming, but obeyed. The black dresses slid down their pale bodies and pooled at their feet.
The older one, fifty-something and thick, let the fabric drop. Her heavy breasts spilled out, long and sagging, wide rosy areolas stretched over fat pink nipples that pointed straight at the floor. Rolls of soft belly spilled over broad hips, and when she turned her ass was a massive, pale mountain of flesh, dimpled and trembling, the cheeks so huge they parted by themselves and revealed the dark crease between, her thick pussy lips already glistening with shame.
The younger one, Andy's age, peeled her dress off next. Skinny, almost boyish, her tiny tits barely rose from her ribcage, soft pink nipples stiff and begging. But her ass made up for everything: round, high, and outrageously fat for such a slim frame, the smooth cheeks bouncing with every step.
Both blondes, green eyes glassy with humiliation, crawled onto the wide silk bed. They dropped to their hands and knees, lowered their heads, arched their backs hard and shoved their bare asses high in the air.
The older woman reached back with both trembling hands, grabbed fistfuls of her massive, meat-heavy ass cheeks and spread them wide open. The flesh was so thick and soft it overflowed between her fingers, pale skin turning pink where she gripped hard. Her soaked cunt gaped, lips puffy and glistening, dripping clear juice down to the sheets. Right above it, her tight pink asshole winked, small and puckered, flushed from the strain. The younger's tight little asshole winked between perfect, creamy globes, her thin pink lips peeking shyly underneath.
Two collared blondes, side by side, waiting like bitches in heat.
Andy didn't understand what was happening. Looking at Bill, he saw the man smile before saying,"These women are the wife and daughter of the late press boss who slandered my beloved Miriam in the newspaper." Bill continued, "I want you to fuck them both as hard as you can as punishment for the incompetence of their late husband, hehe."
"Let me clarify this: you want me to fuck both of these women as punishment?" Andy asked, with a touch of confusion. Bill, nodding, admitted, "According to your sexual data, you have a Dragon Rank penis, which is supposed to be the biggest ever seen."
"And why don't you fuck them yourself?" Andy asked.
Bill, with his head down and somewhat embarrassed, admitted, "My cock is… quite small," he muttered. "Half the time I can't even get hard."
Then he lifted his eyes, voice turning cold and vicious.
"So you'll do it for me. Pump both of them full. Flood their wombs, knock them up. And as punishment, they'll each carry and birth a defective bastard just like you."
With nothing more to say, knowing that any questions would exhaust Lord Bill's patience, Andy headed for the enormous red silk bed. As he walked, he calmly masturbated, his hand running the length of his colossal cock until it was rock hard in a matter of seconds. A monster of flesh: thick as a forearm, long as a battle sword, veins bulging and throbbing with fury.
Lord Bill and Sebastian's eyes widened when they saw a Dragon Rank penis. They had never seen anything like it before.
In bed, the mother named Anne and the daughter named Lily waited on all fours, heads bowed, asses raised. Anne trembled slightly; Lily clenched her teeth. If they failed, they would be executed. Anne took her daughter's hand and whispered: "Hang in there, honey... we have to hang in there."
Bill settled into his sofa, smiling maliciously. He, with his ridiculous penis, had never given any woman real pleasure. Today he would just be a spectator.
Andy climbed onto the bed. Without preamble, he grabbed Lady Anne's fleshy hips and, in one brutal thrust, buried his entire cock into her pussy.
¡SLOSH!
"¡AAAAAHHHHHH!" screamed Anne, her eyes bulging in shock, mouth agape in a silent wail of agony and disbelief.
Her pussy, already slick with forced anticipation, stretched to its absolute limit. Anne froze, her body rigid, sweat beading on her forehead as the immense girth tore through her. It felt like being impaled by a burning log—pain radiating from her core, her walls clenching in protest. This can't be real... it's too big... it's splitting me apart!, she thought in terror, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She tried to pull away instinctively, but Andy's grip on her waist was ironclad, pinning her in place.
No... no, this is unbearable!, her mind raced, tears welling up behind her eyes. Her voluptuous body shook, her massive udders swaying heavily beneath her, nipples hardening from the shock. She whimpered, biting her lip to stifle a sob, her face contorted in fear and pain. Lily, hearing her mother's anguished cry, squeezed her hand tighter, whispering, "Mom... please hang on..."
Andy felt her walls gripping him like a velvet fist, tighter than expected. Her husband must have had a toy dick..., he thought, grinning arrogantly.
He thrust deeper, ignoring her resistance.
¡PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
"¡OH GOD! ¡OH GOD! ¡IT'S TEARING ME!" moaned Anne, her voice cracking, still dominated by pain. Her body jolted with each slam, her wrinkled, fat ass rippling, but she fought the intrusion, clenching her muscles to push him out. Sweat poured down her back, her long blonde hair matted to her skin. I can't... I won't break... not like this!, she thought desperately, her green eyes wide with horror.
Lily kept her head down, trembling, not daring to look, but the wet, slapping sounds and her mother's cries filled her ears. Terror gripped her heart—knowing her turn was next.
Andy sped up, his hips crashing into Anne's fat ass: ¡PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
"Look how wet you're getting, slut," he growled, slapping her ass hard, leaving a red mark. "You're making a waterfall! You'll dehydrate with all that flow!"
Anne's pussy betrayed her, contracting harder, a flicker of unwanted pleasure mixing with the agony. No... why does it feel... good?, she thought in panic, her mind fracturing. Tears streamed down her face as the pain slowly ebbed, replaced by a building heat. She bit back a moan, shaking her head. This monster is dominating me... I can't let it!
"¡FEEL THIS, WIDOW!" roared Andy, and he came violently: ¡SPURT-SPURT-SPURT-SPURT!
Endless thick ropes of semen flooded her womb, overflowing down her thighs, dripping onto the silk.
Anne thought it was over... but Andy remained hard as steel.
"You're not done with me yet," he said in a grave voice, grabbing her blonde hair and yanking back.
¡PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Now he fucked her like an animal, his balls slapping her swollen clit. The pleasure surged, overwhelming the lingering pain. Anne's resistance cracked—her body arched involuntarily, a low moan escaping despite herself.
"¡YES! ¡YES! ¡HARDER! ¡FUCK ME HARDER!" she cried out, her tongue lolling, eyes rolling back, drool spilling onto the bed.
Lily finally looked up... and didn't recognize her mother.
The mother who just hours ago had been sobbing in black veils at her husband's funeral was now on all fours like a bitch in heat. She shoved her enormous ass back to meet every brutal thrust, her heavy, sagging tits swinging like pendulums, thick pink nipples scraping the sheets. Tears of grief had dried on her flushed cheeks, replaced by a slack, drooling mask of pure, shameless ecstasy as she begged for more cock with every desperate roll of her hips.
"M-Mother..." whispered Lily, horrified yet inexplicably wet between her legs.
Andy glanced at the daughter with a cruel smile.
"Relax, little one... you're next."
And he plunged to the hilt into Anne again: ¡PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
"¡TAKE ALL MY SEMEN, OLD WHORE!" he roared, cumming a second time inside her, flooding her until semen squirted out the sides.
Anne collapsed onto the bed, legs shaking like jelly, a thick pool of cum and her own juices spreading beneath her gaping cunt. She kept moaning, voice hoarse and broken.
"More… please… more…"
Then her eyes fluttered shut. The woman's trembling hand reached blindly for the empty air where her husband's face used to be, but the memory was already gone.
"I'm sorry, honey," she whispered, a single tear sliding down her flushed cheek. A small, dazed smile curved her lips as she finally slipped into sleep, Andy's seed still oozing out of her swollen folds.
Lily swallowed hard, knowing her turn approached... and that, willing or not, her body was already betraying her.