Harem app

Third person POV

”If you do everything I order, I will let you have peace,” Liam said with a sadistic smile, as his real revenge would begin.

”Yes, please, I will do anything,” she answered eagerly. At this point, she was desperate to make it all stop.

And she was also expecting him to order her to do perverted things, and feeling so horny, she kind of wanted it.

”Ok, first get naked,” Liam ordered.

Karen’s fingers, trembling with a confusing mix of shame and desperate need, fumbled with her clothes.

Soon, she stood before him, completely bare. Her skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, a stark contrast to the pale, tear-streaked skin of just moments before.

Her breasts, full and heavy, rose and fell with her ragged breaths, her hard, pebbled nipples aching for a touch she both dreaded and craved.

A fine sheen of sweat made her glow in the dim light, and the scent of her own arousal, thick and musky, began to mingle with the other perfumes in the room.

Her hips swayed almost imperceptibly, a helpless, involuntary motion betraying the throbbing need between her legs.

Liam stepped forward, and his fingers, slick from Antonieta, found his slave cunt with ease. Karen cried out, a sharp, broken sound, as two of his fingers plunged into her.

Liam was not gentle at all, but he knew how to make a woman feel pleasure, finding a rhythm that had her knees buckling. He used his thumb to press tight circles on her clit.

She was hurtling towards the edge, her body bowing, her cries turning into incoherent pleas. The orgasm built, a terrifying, glorious wave about to crash...

And then he stopped. He withdrew his fingers completely, holding them up, glistening in the light. Karen whimpered, her body convulsing from the denied release.

”On your hands and knees,” he growled, his voice cold and powerful. ”Now.”

She scrambled to obey, collapsing onto the floor, presenting herself to the man.

”Beg,” he commanded.

”Please, Master Liam,” she sobbed, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush. ”Please, I need it. I need your cock. I’ll be so good for it. I’ll be your good girl, your filthy thing, whatever you want! Just please, fuck me. Use my holes. They’re yours, they’ve always been yours!”

”More,” he demanded, pacing slowly around her, his shadow falling over her like a shroud.

”I need your cock, I’m nothing without it!” she wailed, pressing her forehead against the floorboards, her backside high in the air. ”I’m just a set of holes for your pleasure! My brain is empty, my purpose is your cum! Please, Master, let me feel you!”

The harsh, degrading words should have broken her, but instead, they fueled the strange desire inside her.

The humiliation turned into a warped kind of excitement. She was wild with anticipation, craving sex desperately. And

She was babbling now, a continuous stream of submission and raw want, her mind completely gone, replaced by a single, driving imperative: Him.

Then it came. Not the fullness she craved, but a sharp, stunning crack that echoed through the room. Liam’s palm connected with the soft flesh of her ass with brutal force.

Karen hated pain more than anything, and the slaps were making her ass burn in pain. Even so, for some reason, it made her hornier.

She had never been even close to a masochist, but her broken mind was changing in a desperate attempt to cope with the reality.

Then, before she could even process the shock, he was moving. He forced her legs wider and she felt it: the cold, unyielding rigidity of a chastity belt, its complex lock clicking shut with a finality that felt like a death sentence.

The smooth, impenetrable panel pressed cruelly against her swollen, sensitive clit, a constant, maddening pressure that promised no relief.

”If you ever remove these, I will make sure you regret it. Do you understand?” Liam ordered with a cold tone.

Liam had no interest in ever touching Karen. All he wanted was to torture her, making her desire a climax, but never receive it.

She would just be a normal slave, doing boring tasks for the rest of her life. And being forced to endure her own desires every day.

And for now, he would show how hard these could be. To humiliate her even more, he called for his girls to fuck her in front of Karen, who couldn’t even touch herself.

”Come to me, girls,” he ordered.

Then Charlotte, Antonieta, and Sophia came crawling in all four, while their curvy bodies bounced sensually.

They didn’t look at Karen; their eyes were fixed on Liam, their Master, the sole source of their world. Charlotte reached him first, nuzzling against his leg like a cat. Antonieta and Sophia settled on either side, their hands resting on his thighs, awaiting instruction.

Charlotte’s mouth was on him in an instant. Antonieta and Sophia leaned in, their hands and mouths tracing patterns on his chest and stomach, their movements synchronized, a well-rehearsed dance of adoration.

Karen was forced to watch; the cold metal of the belt was an agony of denial, a brutal counterpoint to the throbbing heat building inside her.

A broken whimper escaped Karen’s lips. The humiliation was too much, but her arousal, with no possible outlet, became a feedback loop of torment.

And Liam turned the moment into something even worse.

”Get on your knees again, and don’t move even an inch,” Liam ordered Karen.

The command was a lash, snapping Karen from her tortured reverie. She scrambled to obey, her movements clumsy. She dropped to her knees, back straight, eyes forward, as ordered.

Dared not move an inch.

Liam didn’t waste a moment. He gripped Antonieta’s thigh, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and hauled her up to stand before him.

Then he positioned her, bending her slightly forward so she faced her kneeling daughter. In one fluid, powerful motion, he drove himself into her, making her moan loudly.

Karen’s world narrowed to the horrifying, intimate sight directly at her eye level. With each of Liam’s relentless, pounding thrusts, Antonieta’s body jolted.

Her large, full breasts swayed and bounced hypnotically, a lewd pendulum marking the rhythm of her violation. Karen could see everything: the slick, glistening evidence of her mother’s arousal, the way her body stretched to accommodate Liam’s enormous, punishing length, the raw, primal power of each movement that destroyed the very core of the woman who had given birth to her.

Antonieta’s head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream that gradually became a broken, guttural moan. She was lost in the sensation, a willing participant in her own debasement and in Karen’s ultimate humiliation.

”Look at her,” Liam grunted, his voice strained with effort but cold with intent, his eyes locked on Karen’s horrified face. ”See what you can never have. See what your own mother gets from me.”

Karen tried to look away, to shut her eyes, but she was frozen. She was too afraid of what Liam would do if she dared to disobey.

Then, Antonieta’s body began to tense and shudder. Her moans climbed into a high, desperate wail as her climax ripped through her.

Liam gave a final, deep, grinding thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a low growl, and Karen saw the subtle, possessive pulse as he filled her mother with his release.

For a moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths. Then, Liam withdrew, letting Antonieta slump to the floor, spent and trembling. He looked down at Karen, his expression one of absolute, cold dominion.

”Clean everything, Sophia and Charlotte, you came with me, I want to fuck you in the pool.”

”Yes, sir!” They obeyed immediately.