The castle garden becomes a stage for pleasure and domination. Giovanna and Hilda, under Joel's control, indulge in a humiliating sex session, while Mark watches with mixed emotions.
The fresh air of the castle garden caressed Giovanna and Hilda's bare skin as Mark led them along the stone path, lit by torches that cast dancing shadows on the ivy-covered walls. Their bodies, still marked by bruises and sweat from the previous night, glistened in the dim light, their wide hips swaying with each step, their round, firm buttocks moving in silent invitation. Mark watched them with a wicked smile, his fingers brushing the belt of his robe as the weight of his own arousal grew. There was no need for words; the crunch of the leaves beneath their feet and the scent of damp earth mingling with the sweet perfume of their bodies said it all.
When they reached a clearing surrounded by thorny rosebushes, Joel was waiting for them, lying on a marble bench with his legs spread, his member already erect and throbbing between his thighs. He wore nothing but loose-fitting trousers that left little to the imagination, and his muscular torso glistened with a fine layer of sweat. His eyes, dark and penetrating, bore into the women's bodies as he licked his lips with deliberate slowness. "There are my bitches," he murmured, his voice as rough as gravel. "They must sit on Daddy's throne." Giovanna and Hilda exchanged a knowing look before kneeling at his feet, their hands trembling as they reverently unbuttoned his trousers. Joel's penis stood erect, thick and veiny, the swollen head already dripping precum onto Hilda's parted lips, who didn't hesitate to lick it with a submissive moan.
Mark settled into a wrought-iron chair a few feet away, his fingers curling around his own erection as he watched. The white powder Joel had sprinkled on the bench began to take effect almost immediately: a sweet, metallic scent filled the air, and the women's pupils dilated, their breaths becoming faster and shallower. "That's it... deep breaths, whores," Joel ordered, pushing Giovanna forward until her face was crushed against his groin. She obeyed, inhaling the scent of man and sweat as her tongue wrapped around his heavy, full balls. Hilda, meanwhile, crawled back, presenting her round, quivering ass as an offering. Joel needed no further invitation: with a grunt, he lowered himself onto her, his weight crushing her buttocks until the flesh gave way beneath him, molding into pillows of living flesh.
Hilda's strangled moan mingled with the wet sound of Giovanna's mouth working Joel's cock, her lips stretched around the thickness as saliva trickled down her chin. "That's how I like it, slut... suck like it's the last time," Joel panted, digging his fingers into Giovanna's hair to push her deeper. His hips began to move in slow circles, grinding Hilda against the bench as his cock slid between the sweaty folds of her ass, seeking entry. "Ah! Please, Sir...!" Hilda moaned, her nails scraping the stone as she tried to arch, but Joel's weight held her still, her body a plaything for his pleasure. With a sharp movement, he parted her buttocks and spat between them before thrusting, his broad head forcing entry into her tight anus. "AGHH! IT HURTS!" she screamed, but her protest was drowned out when Joel slammed himself into her in one thrust, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy.
Mark bit his lip, his hand moving faster on his own cock as he watched the spectacle. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the ragged gasps, and moans of pain and pleasure had him on the edge. "Look at them, Mark," Joel said with a crooked smile, continuing to fuck Hilda's ass with short, deep thrusts. "Your little wives are born whores. They love being used as toilets." To emphasize his words, he spat on Giovanna's face before grabbing her by the hair and dragging her towards him. Their lips met in a filthy kiss, their tongues tangling as Joel's breath smelled of whiskey and lust. "Open up, bitch," he growled, and Giovanna obeyed immediately, letting him spit inside her mouth before sealing her lips with his own, forcing her to swallow. "Good girl. Now lick my ass while I fuck your friend."
The humiliation was exquisite. Giovanna crawled backward, her tongue grazing Joel's sweaty anus as he continued to thrust into Hilda, her buttocks bouncing with each impact. The fucking made every sensation more intense: the pain of anal penetration mixed with a burning pleasure coursing through her veins, and Hilda no longer struggled, but pushed back, eager to take more. "Yes, yes, harder, Sir! Use me!" she cried, her voice cracking with ecstasy. Joel laughed, pleased, before grabbing Mark by the wrist and dragging him towards them. "Come on, brother-in-law. You want to play too, don't you?" Mark nodded, his cock painfully hard, and without hesitation, Joel guided him until his head brushed against Giovanna's swollen lips. "Suck it, whore. Suck your husband's cock while I fuck your mouth."
The circle closed. Giovanna moaned around Mark's cock, her eyes watering as Joel grabbed her head and fucked her with brutal thrusts, his saliva and precum trickling down her throat. Hilda, meanwhile, had been reduced to a quivering pile of flesh beneath Joel, her ass red and swollen from the spanking, her pussy dripping onto the bench. "Don't cum yet," Joel warned, panting. "We have guests." As if on cue, the iron gate to the garden opened, and two of Joel's friends—big men with leering eyes and cruel smiles—walked in, their cocks already erect and glistening in the moonlight. "Look what we have here," Joel said, pointing at the women. "Two hot whores ready to be used. Sit on their asses, boys. Let them feel your weight."
The first, a guy named Bruno, wasted no time. He took off his shirt and dropped onto Giovanna's ass, his thick thighs crushing her buttocks as his cock sank between her cheeks. "Fuck, such soft flesh," he grunted, rubbing against her like a dog in heat. The second, Dario, did the same to Hilda, his weight making the bench creak under the pressure. "Oh, God...!" Hilda moaned, but her whimper turned into a groan when Dario spat on her back and began rubbing his penis between her buttocks, smearing her natural lubrication before thrusting into her pussy without warning. "AGH! YOU'RE HUGE...!" "Shut up, whore," Dario ordered, grabbing her hair to silence her as he began pumping hard, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.
Joel leaned back against the bench, his hand moving over his own cock as he watched the spectacle. Mark, still standing, couldn't tear his eyes away: his wives, reduced to mere holes for other men's pleasure, moaned and writhed beneath them, their bodies glistening with sweat and saliva. Bruno had started pissing on Giovanna's back, the hot stream slipping between her shoulder blades as she gasped, too lost in ecstasy to protest. "That's it, mark her body," Joel said, his voice a growl of approval. "Let them know who they belong to now." Dario needed no further incentive: with a grunt, he came inside Hilda, his hot semen filling her to overflowing, dripping down her thighs as he kept thrusting, pulling his cock in and out to make sure every drop stayed inside.
The smell of sex and urine filled the air, mingling with the animal moans of the women. Giovanna, now with Bruno fucking her from behind while another jet of pee trickled down her side, had lost all sense of dignity. "I'M A PIG! I'M A CHEAP WHORE!" she screamed, her words drowned out by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Mark, unable to hold back any longer, moved forward and came all over Hilda's face, his thick spurts painting her lips and cheeks as she flicked out her tongue, eager to taste him. Joel, with a triumphant grin, stood up and approached Bruno. "Switch," he said, pushing him to the side before sinking back into Giovanna's ass, his thrusts so brutal that the bench moved with each impact.
The garden door slammed shut, but the sounds filtering outside were unmistakable: ragged moans, the sloshing of fluids, the creaking of leather under the weight of bodies. Outside, the castle servants lowered their gaze, accustomed to their lord's orgies, but even they felt a chill at the grunts of the women, reduced to little more than animals in heat. "MORE! GIVE ME MORE!" Hilda howled, her voice hoarse with exhaustion, as another man—one of Mark's guards—joined the revelry, his cock disappearing between Giovanna's swollen lips.
Time lost meaning. Their bodies tangled together, sweaty and slippery, marked by bites, spanks, and fluids of every kind. Joel, in a final surge, grabbed Hilda by the waist and lifted her off her feet, pushing her against the stone wall as he penetrated her with a ferocity that left her breathless. "YOU'RE MINE!" he roared, cumming inside her with a violent spasm, his semen mixing with the others', filling her until it dripped down her thighs. Giovanna, meanwhile, lay on the floor, three still-hard cocks pointing at her, her eyes glassy and her mouth open, ready to receive more.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The men withdrew, leaving them there, lying on the cold stone, their bodies covered in bruises, semen, and urine. The silence that followed was almost more intense than the screams: only the women's ragged gasps, the occasional trickle of fluids sliding down their skin, could be heard. Mark, exhausted, slumped back in the chair, watching the spectacle with a mixture of pride and something darker, something he couldn't name. Giovanna and Hilda didn't move, their breasts rising and falling with each breath, their faces marked by pleasure and degradation.
Joel crouched down beside them, running a finger through the dried semen on Hilda's face before bringing it to his mouth. "Good girls," he murmured, almost tenderly. "We'll do it again tomorrow." And with that, he walked away, leaving Mark alone with his wives, their bodies broken but satisfied, the price of their submission written on every inch of their skin.