Mirella's voice was a gentle purr. "Now, watch as he brings his mouth down to her sweet spot. This is where the real magic happens."
The guard did as instructed, his mouth watering with anticipation. He leaned in, his breath hot against Rina's skin. Then, with a sudden, jolting motion, he buried his face between her thighs. His tongue found her clit, and he began to lick and suck with a fervor that made the other girls squirm. His fingers continued their dance inside her, his thumb circling her clit with a steady pressure that had Rina's moans growing louder and more desperate.
Isla watched, her own body responding despite her horror. She felt wetness pool between her legs, her breath coming in short gasps. She had never felt anything like this, never even thought about it. But here it was, happening right in front of her, and she couldn't look away.
The guard's head bobbed up and down, his tongue working Rina's clit in a way that was both mesmerizing and repulsive. Rina's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath his touch. Isla could see the guard's hand moving at the base of his cock, his own need growing with every sound she made.
Then, just as suddenly as he had started, the guard pulled away. He sat up, his face flushed with arousal, and brought his cock to Rina's wet entrance. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. The other girls watched, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. Isla felt a strange anticipation in the pit of her stomach, her own body betraying her with its traitorous response.
Mirella's voice was low, almost a whisper. "Can you see how wet she is, girls?"
Isla's eyes darted to the spot where the guard's cock was about to enter Rina. She could see the shine of arousal on her skin, a stark contrast to the paleness of her thighs. The guard positioned himself, his cock poised at Rina's entrance. Rina took a deep breath, her body taut with anticipation.
"Remember," Mirella said, "the first time can be painful. But it's a pain you must endure."
The guard leaned forward, his cock pressing against Rina's slick folds. With a single, powerful thrust, he penetrated her. Rina's scream pierced the air, the sound bouncing off the cold stone walls. Isla's eyes widened in shock, and she had to fight the urge to cover her ears. The other girls winced, their faces a mix of fear and pity.
But Rina was a professional. Despite the pain etched on her features, she didn't flinch. Instead, she wrapped her legs around the guard's waist, urging him deeper. Her eyes remained closed, and her mouth formed a silent 'O' of pleasure and pain.
The guard began to move his hips, not slow and gentle as Isla had always imagined it would be, but fast and furious. His thrusts were sharp and punctuated, and Rina's cries grew louder with every stroke. Isla watched, feeling a strange mix of horror and fascination. She had never seen a man and woman joined like this, so raw and unfiltered. It was animalistic, and yet, there was something undeniably erotic about it.
Mirella's voice remained calm, almost soothing. "You see, girls, it's all about trust. Rina trusts the guard to take care of her, even if it's a bit rough at first. And he trusts her to endure. This is your future. You will learn to accept pain and pleasure as one and the same."
The guard's rhythm grew more intense, his grunts echoing through the cold chamber. Rina's moans grew louder, and her legs tightened around him, her nails digging into his back. Isla couldn't look away, her heart racing, her breath coming in shallow pants. The sight was both terrifying and strangely mesmerizing.
Mirella's voice was steady, almost soothing amidst the cacophony of flesh on flesh. "This is what you're here for, Isla. To serve our lord and his guests in every way imaginable. To give them pleasure beyond their wildest dreams."
Isla's eyes remained glued to Rina's face, a silent battle of pain and pleasure playing out in her expressions. Her mind reeled as she tried to reconcile the horror with the strange allure of it all. The power dynamics, the submission, the raw animalistic need—it was all so overwhelming.
Mirella's hand touched Isla's shoulder, pulling her gaze away from the scene.
"Your turn will come," she said, her voice a dark promise.
Isla's eyes snapped to Mirella, the horror in her gaze unmistakable.
Mirella's smile was cold, her grip on Isla's shoulder tightening. "You will learn to take a man's seed without flinching."
The guard's thrusts grew more brutal, each one a declaration of his dominance over Rina's body. His grunts grew louder, and Isla could see the tension in his body as he approached climax. Rina's cries had turned into whimpers, her body shaking with each impact.
Finally, with a roar, the guard reached his peak. He slammed into her one final time before pulling out, his cum spurting onto her stomach. Isla's eyes widened as she watched the thick, white liquid spread over Rina's skin. The guard didn't even bother to look at her, his gaze on Mirella as if seeking her approval.
Mirella's smile was cold as ice. "Excellent," she said, nodding at the guard. "Now, Rina will show you how to clean up."
Rina sat up, her breathing ragged, and took a cloth that was offered to her by another maid. She wiped the cum off her stomach, her face a mask of neutrality, and handed the cloth to the guard. He took it without a word and cleaned himself, his eyes never leaving Rina's face. The other girls watched in horror, their eyes wide and their breathing shallow.
"Now, let's talk about your first performance," Mirella said, her tone business-like. "Lord Luciano's feast is in three days. Each of you will be expected to perform a solo act."