Erotica by benny

Shadow Double Penetration
The owner of the loyal scythe, her lord; begins to saunter down his coarse path, away from the throne to carry out his deathly duties. His dominance is supreme and unlike any other she has seen. She's already sodden below. As you are wondering who I'm referring to as "she", the slave, held captive in a choker around her neck. She drags herself and crawls upon the coarse rough carpet to keep up with him. The choker is attached to an everlasting chain, an always reminder that she is bound to his orders forever. He continues to drag her across the carpet and into a room, a room of agony.  A bundle of torture equipment linger for her suffering every single day. As you all know, he is always pleased to conflict pain on his slave. Let's call it..."fun time".
The supple slave is thrown and slammed onto a large wide table, letting out a large whimper afterward, her Master then locks her into a stagnant position from her wrists to her ankle. She grows in fright, beginning to panic and struggle..."a-ahhh!" Released sounds from her petty lips, continuing to struggle and arch herself from the table, she remains constrained.
As her vision and body becomes calm, she looks directly towards her Master's crotch, his charcoal robe hanging over a thick buldge which is pointing outward. She slobbers from both areas. Her stained torn undergarments becomes increasingly muggy. He is once again displeased as she ruins the gift from her ruler. He drives his foot upon the table to carry himself onto it, he and his thick member intimidating over the feeble slave- "N-no!" ..."I don't wanna!".. A babyish pout and cry, she struggles yet again in front of him; he picks up the robe as his thick phallus is released into fresh air. Her mouth salivates further but yet she struggles more, rapidly shaking her head back and forth across a short space of the table and strands of hair flailing ubiquitously.  A concupiscent lord is an impatient one, he juts her head motionless with his iron palm and lowers his cock further toward her mouth.
She struggles less slightly as she aware of what he's capable of, the head of his cock is close to her mouth, the manly stench and air-taste arouses her deeply, she begins to lap at it like a meagre feline. The more she laps continuously; the more aroused she becomes; as her undergarments become drenched in an intoxicating juice the Master drinks from time to time. Murmuring and licking, it goes on for a while and she cannot stop.
A shadow phases apart from her baron, looking to be an identical solidified figure of him. She ignores the shadow-clone and continues with her duty, unknowingly, her legs are stretched apart as far as they can go on the enlarged table, parts of the table become wet with patch stains as the source is from her crotch. A sudden jolt within her lower half, her eyes broaden and she tries to look below but the Master's iron palm is still placed upon her forehead with his chocolate length situated on her lips and tongue, so her view is pointless from her current position. The shadow-clone appears to be ramming her tender genitalia, the authentic figure above her has his signature smug look on his face. The clone clutches onto the slave's dainty thighs, as his thick member tunnels into her vagina and stretching it apart; she sobs and whines in pleasure; hypnotised in arousal she devours her king's thickness and commences to suck. Two from her one desired ruler, pummel her tender areas like there is no tomorrow; choking, spitting, leaking, bouncing and crying; as the slave performs. The sheer amount of rape is incredible, intended for hours they go at it in several arrangements, the feeble slave remains inhibited onto the table. A final pour of white creamy substance unleashes on every single body part until she is completely covered. A kind master leaves her onto the table to rest and recover, he caresses the delicate beauty that is in her possession.
Watery Consequences
Aside from enjoying her Master's semen covering her body, a hygienic slave is a cleansed slave, and a cleansed slave is a happy slave. A couple more hours later she is released from the strenuous table, she realises that she has never seen what her Master cleanses himself in. A royal shower perhaps? Her tenacious mind and curiosity peaks to its highest toward this thought; wondering the fortress; her master is nowhere to be seen, instead she finds a room, a room full of marble and polished stone. In the centre there appears to be an elegant melanoid shower cubicle. Instantly, she frees herself from the custody of her aged torn undergarments. A supple body so delicate and eager for her Master to grasp, a round and soft bottom to bounce and a bosom to pleasure. Stepping into the shower, the tiled flooring is heated from beneath.
Relaxing against the shower's wall, a stream of temperate water releases from the shower's head. As she lathers her pale skin with black sweet smelling soaps, her Master yet comes to mind. The tingling sensation has come to haunt her yet again, unable to resist, she begins to lather herself for an elongated amount of time in the crotch area. A moan, two more moans, a bundle of moans echo from the shower cubicle. Several minutes of relief later, the cubicle is chocked-full of condensation, steam and water droplets. Her vision is impaired because of this, she grabs onto the glass door to slide it open and release the steam. As she turns her back to turn off she water, a palm materializes within the steam and pushes her figure against the cold sweaty tiling- "M-Master!".
A subconscious shock of sound comes from her mouth, her body and breasts his pressed upon the wall from brute force behind her.
"What are you doing here?"
 A subtle passive-aggressive tone.
"I-I was just cleaning myself!"
Fear is only driving her words now.
Her royalty squashes his face against her neck, her face still pressed into the wall and her bum arched outward in his direction. He inhales her scent of the soap as his nostrils are compressed against her skin. His senses enlighten and his thickness grows from beneath. His solid chest is compacted adjacent to her soft wet back and his member reaches the crack of her two cheeks. He slides it back and forth between them.
"P-Please stop..." Begging words for a sense of self-respect but instinctively wanting his cocoa phallus raging inside of her. She fails to apprehend her Master's actions yet again. As her body is pinned, his member is deliberately sliding against her forbidden hole. She wiggles, he thrusts. The anus becomes stretched to fit around his cock like a tight glove. "Nnnghh!"
A tensing sound and a tensing battle from behind. His shaft is purely bouncing against her arched cheeks whilst his body is keeping her confined, she is unable to do anything but wiggle, whimper and scream. He continues to thrust into her forbidden-zone, wanting more leverage his strong hand wraps itself around her puny neck, he has enabled himself for faster motion. Bashing and pushing, his moans duet with her pain and groans, before you know it, his creamy hot milk is released into her pulled tunnel. As he pulls out, he leaves without a word and his naked body is unconfined from the shower cubicle. She gasps for decent air and slides down the wall as her body is alongside it, finishing herself off with the fingers she has used to stroke his godly member countless times.
 The Rare Master Bedroom
Silk sheets and supple pillows. A special delight for a cranium, her pliable naked legs are spread alongside the memory foam mattress with morning sweat abode on her body. Nothing but a PJ shirt on her back. A smile on her endearing face and a small feline groan from her dry sunup mouth, the slave is pleased that she gets to sleep on her Master's "Master" bed.
As a small yawn commences from her mouth, she arches her back and stretches the arms back generously along with a small endorphin release, it feels nice. A blurry vision of awakening, something dark and opaque blocks the straight light which should be shining upon her face. Without a doubt, her mouth is still open, an object with a slight salty and tangy taste darts into her mouth without hesitation and begins to move forward and back moderately with ferocious intent.  As her sleepy self recognizes the taste she always adores, her cheeks redden and her mouth salivates yet again. "Mmnnnn"...She mutters inadequately.
"Arrghhhhh". A pleasurable groan from her Master, the slave reddens further and tears up slightly as she tries to tame her gag reflex, upon awakening more, a small notice of a pair of wrist irons are connected by loose chains  to her and the bed itself. Whilst there is free arm movement, there is no escape and the feeble strength in which she owns is inevitable. The naked vulva between her thighs begins soaking the sheets of her Master's bed. Unimpressed, he drives his thick phallus back into her throat. She chokes and struggles gradually as the leakage of pre-cum and thick shaft invades her mouth.
The vines are commanded. Gliding up and coiling around the bed-post, they make its way to the slave's sopping  pudenda and penetrates it without further instruct. Enjoying Master's special vines and black sword in her mouth, she moans as deafening as possible, orgasming thrice now. A constantly hip wiggle, bobbing head and foamy lips, her Master spurts his gathered morning creamy load into her food-opening. The slave tries to collect whatever feeble strength that resides in her to swallow such a thick tasty substance. The both vine and the Master, "pull out".  The Master leaves without a phrase or resonance to the intercourse she was freshly involved in. She remains on the bed, her legs extended and her pussy temporarily widened. A constant grind against the ruined sheets, she moans and considers what delightful hardcore punishment awaits her for ruining the special silk of the Master bedroom.