Poxitarium Invade

Sinister taunts

Chapter 12 PART 4
Tolius's gaze is fixed on her, his expression a blend of hunger and dominance.
"Let's see how well you respond to me," he says, his voice a low, throaty murmur. "You've been through quite an ordeal, but there's more to experience, and I'm here to ensure you get every lesson."

Tolius positions himself with deliberate precision, his eyes glinting with a mix of dominance and satisfaction as he prepares to take control. He grips her shoulders firmly, guiding her into the desired position. Her body quivers in response, her exhaustion palpable as she tries to brace herself for what comes next.
With a commanding thrust, Tolius enters her, she lays on the floor, his movements strong and assertive. The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of his thrusts, each motion driven by a fierce determination to assert his dominance. He leans over her, his breath hot against her ear as he begins to speak.

"Look at you," Tolius growls, his voice rich with dark authority. "You've been through so much already, and yet here you are, still at our mercy. Do you feel that? Every thrust, every movement is meant to remind you of your place."
She whimpers softly, her voice muffled by the intensity of his thrusts. Her eyes flutter with each powerful push, her body moving in sync with his relentless rhythm. "P-please," she gasps, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "Tolius, please... I can't..."

Tolius's grip tightens on her shoulders, his dominance palpable as he continues to thrust with a relentless pace. "Please? Do you think your pleas matter now?" he retorts, his tone a mixture of mockery and control. "You're here to learn, to understand exactly how much you need to surrender. Your body may resist, but your mind is already breaking down."

Her whimpers grow more urgent, her hands clenching and unclenching on the floor as she struggles to cope with the overwhelming sensations. "I... I don't want... more," she manages to murmur, her voice barely audible amidst the fierce rhythm of Tolius's thrusts.
Tolius's expression hardens, his eyes narrowing with a fierce intensity. "You don't get to decide what you want," he says, his voice echoing with pleasure. "You're here to be controlled, to be molded into exactly what we need. Your resistance only makes this more enjoyable."

The General, watching from a distance with a look of dark amusement, nods approvingly. "Very well said, Tolius," he comments, his tone carrying an air of cruel satisfaction. "She's learning the true nature of submission, one thrust at a time."
As Tolius continues, his thrusts become even more insistent, driving home his dominance with each movement. The room is filled with the sounds of his commanding actions and her desperate whimpers, creating a scene of raw, intense power dynamics.

Fereyan's smile widens as he looks down at her, his foot resting casually on her head. "I must say," he continues with a darkly playful edge, "watching you try to keep up with our demands is quite entertaining. It's like you're constantly on the edge, trying to hold it together while we strip away whatever little resistance you have left."

Tolius chuckles and thrusts deeper, his eyes flashing with malevolent amusement. "You know," he says with a mocking tone, "it's fascinating how you thought you could handle all of this. You're like a fragile flower under a storm—struggling, but ultimately helpless against the wind."
She whimpers, her head tilting back slightly as she gasps for breath, her eyes darting between their faces. "P-please... I can't..."
Fereyan leans closer, the edge of his foot pressing down just a bit more firmly. "Oh, but you can," he says softly, his voice laden with cruel enjoyment. "You see, we've barely scratched the surface of what you're capable of. You're going to keep going, and you're going to do it with a smile on your face."

Tolius leans in, his voice low and commanding. "Isn't it fascinating how your body betrays you? You thought you had limits, but we're here to show you just how far you can go. Every gasp, every shudder, is just a sign of how effectively we're breaking down those walls."
Her eyes are filled with a mix of fear and surrender as she struggles to keep her composure. "I... I'm trying..."
Fereyan chuckles low, his gaze never leaving her. "Trying, yes," he says, his tone almost gentle, "but you're failing spectacularly."

Tolius shifts his stance, pressing a bit deeper, his voice rich with sadistic pleasure. "Just imagine how satisfying it is for us," he says, his tone dripping with sinister malice. "Watching you squirm and adjust to every command, every thrust. It's a proof to how much control we have over you."

Fereyan watches her closely, his expression a mixture of cruel amusement and dominance. "I have to admit," he says with a smirk, "there's something particularly enjoyable about seeing someone like you, who thought they could withstand anything, completely and utterly broken by our touch."
The General, observing from a distance, nods in approval. "It's almost an art form," he says with a pleased expression. "Crafting someone into a perfect example of submission. And you, dear, are turning out to be quite the masterpiece."

As Tolius thrusts with increasing intensity, his movements become more urgent, driven by a mounting sense of dominance. Each thrust is deliberate, showcasing his control over her complete submission. His groans deepen, resonating with satisfaction as he nears his climax. With one final, powerful thrust, he releases himself inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. The warm sensation of his release floods through her, marking the culmination of his dominance.

After Tolius withdraws, leaving her panting and exhausted on the floor, Fereyan steps forward with a smug grin. He places a firm foot on her head, pressing down with a controlled yet undeniable force. The weight of his foot is both a physical and symbolic assertion of his control, further emphasizing her position beneath them.
The General, observing the scene with a darkly satisfied smirk, looms over her. His gaze is cold and calculating, taking in every detail of her submission. He casually adjusts his stance, ensuring he remains the center of attention as he watches the aftermath of their exertion. "My,my," he says, his voice rich with derisive amusement. "Completely spent, lying there in utter surrender. It's quite the sight, really."

Her body is sprawled on the floor, the remnants of their exertions evident in her disheveled state. She remains motionless, her breathing heavy and ragged, her eyes half-closed in exhaustion. The General's presence above her is imposing, his smirk reflecting his pleasure in the dominance he exerts over her.
Fereyan, still pressing his foot down, leans closer, his voice dripping with taunting satisfaction. "I hope you're learning something valuable," he says, his tone laced with mockery.

The General's gaze sweeps over her, his smile widening with each passing second. "This is what it means to truly submit," he says with an air of finality. "To be completely under our control. Remember this moment, for it defines your place in our world."
Her silence and stillness on the floor are all the acknowledgment they need, a stark testament to their dominance and her complete surrender. The room's atmosphere is charged with a lingering sense of authority and control, each of them taking a moment to relish the fruits of their commanding positions.

As she lies on the floor, tears cascading down her cheeks and her body convulsing softly, the General steps forward with a calculated, almost leisurely demeanor. He kneels beside her, his gaze sharp and unyielding. Gently, yet with a precise touch, he removes the pads from her body, his hands lingering over her skin with an almost predatory care.
With a sinister smile, the General reaches into a nearby drawer, pulling out a syringe filled with a translucent substance. He carefully injects the substance into her arm, the needle piercing her skin with a brief, sharp sting. The liquid begins to take effect immediately, sending a rush of clarity through her system, sharpening her senses and heightening her awareness of the situation.

"Wake up," he murmurs, his voice smooth and commanding. "We're not finished yet." His eyes gleam with a cold satisfaction as he watches her react to the drug, the effects gradually pulling her from the fog of exhaustion and overwhelming sensations.
The General straightens, stepping back to give her a moment to adjust. "My turn," he announces, his tone rich with anticipation and control. He lets his gaze linger over her, his expression a mix of mockery and dominance. "But not just yet," he adds, his voice taking on a teasing edge. "You need to earn me."
He moves closer again, his fingers now glowing faintly with a pulsating energy. He traces his fingers lightly across her exposed skin, his touch both electrifying and cruelly tantalizing. The energy from his fingers creates a series of intermittent shocks that tease and torment, each touch a reminder of his power and the anticipation of what is to come.

As his fingers move along her body, they create trails of warmth and chill, pushing her to the edge of her sensations without fully delivering. He traces the curves of her form deliberately, his touch lingering in areas that heighten her desire and frustration. "Feel that?" he says, his voice low and throaty, filled with dark amusement. "This is just a taste of what's to come. You'll have to work for it."
He smirks, enjoying the effect of his touch on her heightened senses. "I want you to remember this moment, to anticipate every brush of my fingers and the power behind them. You've got to earn the privilege of my attention," he continues, his tone dripping with dominance. "And I promise, when the time comes, it will be worth every ounce of effort."
Her body reacts instinctively to his touch, trembling with a mix of fear, longing, and submission. The General steps back, leaving her in a state of heightened arousal and anticipation, fully aware of the control he holds over her and the challenge he has set before her.

The General, satisfied with the lingering effect of his teasing and the control he holds over the situation, strides over to his office's leather chair, his movements smooth and deliberate. The chair, a symbol of his dominance and authority, awaits him as he takes a seat, his posture relaxed yet commanding.
He gestures for Fereyan to approach, a signal that the next phase of their dynamic is about to unfold. Fereyan, having observed the General's command and now attuned to his cues, moves silently and with precision, his demeanor shifting from the playful engagement of earlier to one of stoic readiness.

"It's time to hydrate you, Fereyan," the General announces, his voice cold and clinical. "You've had the Axar on you long enough."
Fereyan, maintaining a look of quiet gratitude, responds with a subdued "Thank you, sir." He lowers himself gracefully to his knees in front of the General's chair, his movements smooth and practiced. His hands reach for the General's trousers, unzipping them with a meticulous attention to detail. The sound of the zipper being pulled down fills the room, breaking the silence with its faint metallic note.
As the trousers are carefully lowered, Fereyan reveals the General's shorts underneath. With a focused, almost reverent expression, Fereyan continues his task, slowly and methodically unzipping the shorts. The General's cock comes into view, and Fereyan starts to attend to it with a practiced and respectful touch

The General, observing Fereyan's focused and respectful approach, suddenly raises a hand, halting his actions. "Nah, nah," he says with a dismissive wave, his smirk growing darker. "Not yet. Let her do it. I think she's more thirsty than you."
Fereyan looks up, a mixture of surprise and understanding flashing across his face. The General's words carry a calculated malice, knowing full well that Fereyan will have his chance for revenge later on. Fereyan's nod is submissive, but there's an edge of contained frustration in his expression.
As Fereyan moves away from the General's chair, heading back to his place by the door, he lets out a low, menacing growl towards her. The sound is enough to make her flinch, her eyes widening in fear as she gulps nervously. The growl is a reminder of the tension and the shifting power dynamics, a prelude to the inevitable retribution Fereyan will exact once the General's game has reached its conclusion.

The General watches the exchange with a cold satisfaction, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of anticipation and amusement. He is fully aware of the psychological and physical games being played, and he revels in the control he exerts over every aspect of the scene.
"Go on then," the General says, his voice smooth and commanding. "She's eager to please. Let's see if she can satisfy her own thirst before I decide what to do next."
The room is charged with a palpable sense of anticipation and dominance as the General's words hang in the air. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken promises and the power dynamics at play, setting the stage for the next round of interactions.

The General's command hangs in the air, heavy with expectation. He leans back in his leather chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he observes the unfolding scene. His gaze remains fixed on her, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Fereyan, now standing by the door with a barely restrained edge of hostility, watches her with a cold stare. His posture is rigid, a stark contrast to the submission he displayed moments before. The growl he gave her was more than a threat—it was a warning of what's to come.

With a resigned nod, she crawls towards the General's chair, her body trembling from exhaustion and fear. Her eyes dart between the General and Fereyan, trying to gauge the shifting tides of dominance and submission. The weight of their expectations presses down on her as she reaches the General.
The General's smirk widens as he watches her approach. "Well, well," he says with a tone laced with mockery. "Looks like you're more eager than we thought. Maybe you're learning faster than expected."

She shudders, her hands trembling as she gently grasps the General's cock, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. The General leans forward, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction as he watches her every move. He places a hand on her head, lightly stroking her hair, an ironic gesture of affection amidst the dominance.
Fereyan, still by the door, makes no attempt to hide his displeasure. "You see," he says, his voice dripping with condescension, "it seems your thirst has become your best asset. Let's see if you can live up to the General's expectations."
The General chuckles grimly, enjoying the interplay between them. "Indeed," he agrees. "Show me how well you can fulfill your role. We wouldn't want you to disappoint after all."

With a deep breath, she begins to take the General's cock into her mouth, her movements slow and tentative. The General's eyes remain locked on her, watching every flicker of her expression. "That's it," he coos with mock encouragement. "I want to see how eager you really are."
Fereyan, not one to let the opportunity slip, adds his own taunting commentary. "Careful now," he warns with a sinister grin.

Her mouth works with a mix of desperation and resignation, each movement guided by the dominant commands of the General and the mockery of Fereyan. The General's pleasure grows with each passing moment, his hands resting on the arms of his chair as he revels in the sensation of control.
"Just like that," the General murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "You're doing well."
She looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, her expression a mix of exhaustion and submission. The General's gaze softens just slightly, a fleeting moment of satisfaction before the harsh reality of their game resumes.

Fereyan's impatience grows as he watches her, his eyes flicking towards the General with a mixture of anger and anticipation. "Don't take too long," he says, his voice carrying a barely concealed threat. "There's still a lot more to come."
The General's smirk returns as he leans back, fully enjoying the display. "Indeed," he says with a nod. "We have all the time in the world. Let's see how far you're willing to go to earn your place."

As the scene unfolds, the General's smirk takes on a more sinister edge, his eyes glinting with a cruel amusement, his voice dripping with mock concern, "It seems our little pet here is quite the quick learner. Perhaps we underestimated her eagerness to please."
Fereyan scoffs, his eyes narrowing as he regards her with a mixture of disdain and jealosy. The General chuckles eerily, his fingers idly toying with a strand of her hair as he watches her work

The General's eyes flash with a dangerous light, his grip on her hair tightening just enough to cause a twinge of pain. "Shall we find out?" he suggests, his voice a low purr. "I have a feeling that our little pet here is more resilient than she appears."
Fereyan nods, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I believe you're right, General," he says, his eyes never leaving her face. "Perhaps it's time we put her through more torment."

As the two men continue their mocking conversation, she feels her heart race with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The weight of their expectations presses down on her, suffocating in its intensity. Yet, a small part of her can't help but feel a twisted sense of exhilaration at the thought of being pushed to her limits.
The General leans forward, his face mere inches from hers. "You hear that, pet?" he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. "We're going to see just how far you're willing to go. And trust me, we won't hold back."

Fereyan's eyes bore into her, his expression a mask of cruel anticipation. "You'd better be ready," he warns, his voice low and threatening. "Because we're not going to go easy on you. Not anymore."
As the weight of their words settles over her, she feels a shiver run down her spine, a mix of terror and anticipation coursing through her veins. She knows that whatever lies ahead will test her in ways she's never experienced before, but a small, twisted part of her can't help but crave the challenge.

As she continues to pleasure the General with her mouth, her movements are a mix of tentative caution and forced enthusiasm. Each time her tongue comes into contact with his cock, she feels a sharp sting from the potent, purple energy emanating from him. The sensation is both painful and invigorating, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

The General, observing her reactions with a sinister smirk, seems to relish in her discomfort. His eyes gleam with a eerie contentment, enjoying the sight of her struggling with the overwhelming sensations. He leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding, fully embracing his dominant role.
Fereyan, still displeased with the situation, watches with a cold, calculating gaze. His displeasure is evident in his tense posture and the sharpness of his words. "You know," he says, his voice dripping with disdain, "you're really going to regret this later. You think you're doing well, but you have no idea what's coming."
He chuckles morbidly, his eyes never leaving her face. "You may think you're pleasing him now, but just wait until it's my turn. You'll be begging for mercy, and I'll make sure to remind you of how eagerly you took him into your mouth."

Tolius, not wanting to be left out of the torment, presses his foot against her back with a firm, unyielding pressure. Each time he applies force, she feels herself gagging on the General's cock, the sensation both humiliating and overwhelming. Her body tenses under the pressure, her movements becoming more frantic as she tries to accommodate the General's size while dealing with the added difficulty.

As the men continue their mocking commentary, she feels her resolve wavering, the weight of their words and the intensity of the situation bearing down on her. Her movements become more desperate, each bob of her head a frantic attempt to satisfy the General and avoid further humiliation.
The General, noticing her increased efforts, lets out a low, satisfied groan. His hand tightens in her hair, guiding her movements with a forceful, dominant grip. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure and dark amusement. "Show me how much you want it. Show me how far you're willing to go."

As she continues to work, the room is filled with the sounds of her muffled whimpers, the General's groans, and the dark, taunting laughter of Fereyan, Tolius, and the King of Noxits. The atmosphere is charged with a twisted sense of power and submission, each man reveling in her humiliation and desperation.
Despite her best efforts, she feels herself faltering under the pressure, her movements becoming less coordinated and more frantic. The General, noticing her struggles, smirks even wider, enjoying the sight of her unraveling before him.

Fereyan, seeing her desperation, lets out a cold, mocking laugh. "Huh," he sneers, his voice filled with cruel satisfaction. "You can't even handle this simple task. How do you expect to survive what's to come?"
Tolius, applying more pressure with his foot, watches with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "You better not disappoint the General," he warns, his voice low and threatening. "Or else you'll have to answer to all of us."
She moans and whimpers gagging with his size, using her hands to push her off him but to no use, as the General is pushing her further down.

The King of Noxits, his amusement growing with each passing moment, leans forward, his eyes fixed on her struggling form. "I'm looking forward to seeing you break," he says, his voice a mix of dark anticipation and twisted pleasure. "It's going to be a spectacular sight."
As the weight of their words and the intensity of the situation continue to bear down on her, she feels herself reaching her limit. Her movements become more erratic, her whimpers more desperate, as she struggles to maintain her composure under the onslaught of sensations and taunts.

The General, sensing her impending breaking point, lets out a low chuckle. "Keep going," he commands, his voice filled with malicious encouragement. "Show me how much more you can take. Show me how far you're willing to go for our pleasure."
As she continues to struggle, the room seems to close in around her, the atmosphere growing more oppressive with each passing moment. The men's taunts and laughter blend together, creating a cacophony of twisted amusement that threatens to overwhelm her entirely.

Despite her best efforts, she feels herself slipping, her resolve crumbling under the weight of their expectations and the intensity of the situation. As she reaches her breaking point, she feels a sudden, overwhelming sense of despair, realizing that this is only the beginning of her ordeal.
The General, noticing her impending collapse, smirks even wider, enjoying the sight of her unraveling before him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. "Let go. Give in to it. Embrace your place as being ours now."
As she feels herself falling into the abyss of submission, the men's laughter grows louder, their taunts more vicious. The room spins around her, the atmosphere growing more oppressive with each passing moment, as she realizes that this is only the beginning of her dark, twisted journey into the depths of their desires.

As she continues to pleasure the General, she begins to find a rhythm, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual. She dances her tongue along the length of his cock, feeling every vein and ridge, savoring the sensation of his powerful, purple energy stinging her tongue. She moans softly, the sound muffled by the General's size, as she loses herself in the eroticism of the moment.

Fereyan, seeing her increased enthusiasm, decides to take advantage of the situation. He comes forward, moving silently behind the General, and sits down near him, his eyes fixed on her with a predatory intensity, blinking in a weird pattern, his eyes looking more greener now.
"Hey," he says, his voice low and taunting. "Look here."
With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifts up his visor, revealing his hypnotizing green eyes. The moment her gaze locks with his, she feels a wave of agonizing pleasure wash over her, her body trembling uncontrollably. Fereyan smirks, enjoying the effect his eyes have on her. "My eyes are special," he says, his voice dripping. "And since you're almost mine as well...hehehe."

She whimpers, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. The combination of the General's powerful energy and Fereyan's hypnotizing gaze is almost too much to bear, yet she finds herself unable to look away. Her movements become more frantic, her moans more desperate, as she sucks the General's cock with renewed vigor.

The General, noticing the change in her behavior, glances up at Fereyan, a knowing smirk on his face. He realizes that Fereyan's eyes are having a profound effect on her, heightening her arousal and submission. He leans back, enjoying the sight of her losing herself in the sensations, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment.

Fereyan, reveling in her tremors, leans forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Lose yourself in it. Embrace the pleasure and the pain. Show us how much you want this."
As she continues to suck the General's cock, her movements become more frenzied, her moans more urgent. The room is filled with the sounds of her pleasure and the dark, taunting laughter of the men, the atmosphere charged with a twisted sense of power and submission.
Fereyan, seeing her complete surrender, leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He knows that she is now fully under his spell, her mind and body completely at the mercy of his hypnotizing gaze. He watches her with a predatory intensity, enjoying the sight of her unraveling before him.

The General, feeling the intensity of her ministrations, lets out a low, guttural groan. His hand tightens in her hair, guiding her movements with a forceful, dominant grip. "Yes," he hisses, his voice thick with pleasure. "Just like that. Show me how much you need this."

As she struggles to regain her composure, she raises a trembling hand to her mouth, wiping away the remnants of the General's cum that had spilled down the side of her mouth.
The General, noticing her mistake, growls in annoyance, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. He pulls back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a soft pop. He looks down at her with a mixture of anger and disappointment, his expression darkening with each passing moment.

Her eyes close for a moment, her body swaying slightly as she is overcome by a wave of pleasurable dizziness. The electrifying energy from the General's release still courses through her, making her tongue and throat tingle with a numb, tingling sensation. She can feel the warmth of his cum on her hand, a sticky reminder of the intense moment that had just passed.

As she stands there, her body trembling and her mind reeling, she can feel the eyes of the General, Fereyan, Tolius, and the King upon her, their gazes burning with a fierce, predatory intensity. The room is charged with a twisted energy, the air thick with the weight of their desires and the overwhelming sensations that course through her body.

She opens her eyes slowly, her vision hazy and unfocused, as she tries to make sense of the chaos around her. She can feel the heat of their gazes upon her, the weight of their expectations and desires pressing down upon her like a suffocating blanket.
The General, seeing her struggling to regain her composure, smirks, his eyes glinting with a fierce, dominant intensity. He leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as he watches her with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.

Fereyan, his eyes flashing with annoyance, watches her with a cold, calculating gaze. His posture is rigid, a stark contrast to the submission he displayed moments before. The growl he gave her was more than a threat—it was a warning of what's to come.

"Fereyan," he says, his voice low and commanding. "It seems our little pet needs to be taught a lesson in proper submission. Would you like to do the honors?"
Fereyan, his eyes gleaming with malicious anticipation, nods eagerly. "With pleasure, General," he says, his voice dripping. He stands up, moving towards her with a predatory grace.

As he approaches, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small, metallic device. He holds it up, letting it glint in the light, enjoying the way her eyes widen with fear and anticipation. "This," he says, his voice low and taunting, "is a special little toy designed to teach naughty little pets like you a lesson in obedience."

He kneels down beside her, his eyes never leaving hers. With a slow, deliberate motion, he trails the device along her skin, letting the cold metal tease her flesh. She shivers, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
Fereyan smirks, enjoying the effect his touch has on her. He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear. "This is going to hurt," he whispers, his voice low and menacing. "But I promise, you'll enjoy every moment of it."

With a sudden, swift motion, he applies the device to her most sensitive areas, letting the electrifying energy course through her body. She screams, her back arching with the intensity of the sensation, her body convulsing with the overwhelming pleasure and pain.
The General watches with a satisfied smirk, enjoying the sight of her writhing in agony and ecstasy. He leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding, fully embracing his dominant role.

Fereyan, reveling in her screams, continues to apply the device, each touch sending waves of electrifying energy coursing through her body. He watches her with a predatory intensity, enjoying the sight of her unraveling before him.
As the intensity of the device reaches its peak, she feels herself slipping, her resolve crumbling under the weight of the sensations and the men's dark, twisted desires. She collapses, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the experience, her mind reeling with the realization that this is only the beginning of her ordeal.

The General, seeing her complete submission, nods in satisfaction. "Well done, Fereyan," he says, his voice low and approving. "I think she's learned her lesson."
Fereyan, smirking, removes the device, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clatter. He leans down, his eyes fixed on her with a predatory intensity. "Remember this lesson," he says, his voice low and menacing. "Next time, you'll do better. Or else..."

Fereyan, seeing her on the brink of tears, decides to push her further, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement. He leans in close, his breath hot against her face, and asks, "How did I feel in your mouth, hm?" His voice is low and taunting, each word designed to cut deep into her psyche.
She whimpers, her eyes wide and pleading, as she tries to find the words to answer him. But before she can speak, he continues, his voice dripping with malevolence. "And how did Tolius feel, hm? You like him?" He grabs her hair roughly, pulling her head back with a sharp tug, forcing her to look into his eyes.
She gasps, her scalp burning with the pain of his grip, as she tries to nod, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. "Y-yes," she stammers, her voice thick with tears. "I... I liked it..."

Fereyan smirks, enjoying the sight of her submission, the way her body trembles with the intensity of her emotions. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and menacing. "I bet you did," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. "I bet you loved every moment of it, didn't you?"
She nods, her body shaking with the effort, as she tries to hold back her tears. Fereyan, seeing her struggle, smirks even wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. He releases her hair, letting her head fall forward, her body slumping with the relief of the released tension.

"But you know what?" he says, his voice low and taunting. "I don't think you've earned the right to enjoy it. Not yet, anyway." He stands up, his posture tall and commanding, as he looks down at her with a mixture of disdain.
"I think you need to prove yourself," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I think you need to show us just how much you want it, how much you're willing to do for our pleasure."

He glances over at the General, who nods in agreement, his eyes glinting with anticipation. Fereyan turns back to her, his expression hard and unyielding, as he begins to pace around her, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.

"I want you to crawl," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want you to crawl to each of us, and beg for our forgiveness. Beg for the chance to please us, to show us how much you want this."
She looks up at him, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation, as she tries to find the strength to obey. Slowly, painfully, she begins to crawl, her body trembling with the effort, as she makes her way towards the General, her eyes fixed on his with a mixture of fear and desperation.
As she reaches him, she looks up, her eyes pleading, as she tries to find the words to beg for his forgiveness. But before she can speak, he leans down, his hand gripping her chin with a firm, unyielding pressure, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Fereyan, his eyes flashing with annoyance, corrects her with a sharp, commanding tone. "Don't crawl to the General, idiot. Do you think I'm moving like a fool? Crawl to me, doll." His voice is low and menacing, his words dripping with a fierce, dominant energy that sends shivers down her spine.
She quickly adjusts her course, her body trembling with the effort as she begins to crawl towards Fereyan, her eyes fixed on his with a mixture of fear and desperation. As she reaches him, she looks up, her eyes wide and pleading, as she tries to find the words to beg for his forgiveness.

Fereyan looms over her, his electrifying sweet energy pulsing with a fierce, dominant intensity. He looks down at her, his expression hard and unyielding, as he waits for her to speak. "Well?" he says, his voice low and taunting. "What are you waiting for? Beg."
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her body trembling with the intensity of her emotions, as she tries to find the strength to obey. "P-please," she stammers, her voice thick with tears. "Please forgive me. I... I want to please you, " she takes a break blushing realizing what she's into, closing her eyes."T-To show you how much I need you...", she says her voice cracking a few tears rolling down her cheek.

Fereyan smirks, enjoying the sight of her submission, the way her body trembles with the intensity of her desperation. He leans down, his hand gripping her chin with a firm, unyielding pressure, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"You want to please me?" he says, his voice low and menacing. "You want to show me how much you want this?" He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and taunting. "Then prove it."
He releases her chin, letting her head fall forward, as he takes a step back, his posture tall and commanding. He glances over at the General, who nods in agreement.