Happy looking, Ena climbs the bed, settles the feathers down, and begins to undress herself.
“I’d let you choose your gag, but I’m the only still wearing anything, so I guess it defaults to mine,” she says, taking off her panties as she does so, then swinging them in front of his face, “Good for you, Sin.”
Sincir averts his gaze, tightening his jaw.
“El...” Ena orders, to which the nephilim snorts.
“C’mon, you don’t want to make this any harder than it needs to be, Sincir...”
Pcing her knees over his wrists in order to free her hands, Eleanor grabs his jaw, forcing him to face Ena again, as he gres toward the two of them.
“Open up,” Ena orders, still showcasing him her panties.
Once he continues to simply gre at them, Ena sighs.
“Go for it, El; He isn’t going to cooperate...”
In spite of his efforts to avoid as much, the Eleanor grabs his jaw again and forces it open, her fingers easily prying it open...
As Eleanor holds his mouth ajar enough to be painful, the girls exchange a gnce.
“He needs some punishment for having made us force him...” Ena says.
“Spit?” Eleanor suggests.
“With the way he kisses us, wouldn’t he like that?” Ena points out, “Or, at least, I doubt he would mind it...”
“If one of us had a cock, it’d be easy...”
“You could always fuck his throat with a finger,” Esme suggests, “Or his mouth with your foot... That’s got be pretty humiliating for a guy.”
Trying to ignore the three idiots as best as he can, Sincir stares at the ceiling... He fucking hates them all so much.
“...Let’s do the finger first, then.”
They’re doing them both?!
Sincir can’t stop himself from grimacing as Ena handles Eleanor her panties.
“Here, press these against his nose for now...”
Eleanor does so, and Sincir immediately finds his sense of smell consumed by Ena’s odor... Though he actually likes it, and not just a little bit, he still immediately begins to breath through his mouth in order to spite them.
Realizing what he is doing, Ena grimaces. “He really is something, isn’t he? Well, good luck breathing with your mouth through what’s about to happen...”
Ena starts with pcing a finger in his mouth and running it against his tongue teasingly...
“How does it feel, to know you’re going to be made our bitch tonight...?” Eleanor whispers at him.
Sincir groans, gring at her... Then, his eyes widen slightly as he realizes Ena is now trying to pinch his tongue.
“T-the fuck are-!” he mumbles, or at least tries to, his words being nearly indistinguishable with his mouth at its current state.
Unfortunately, although he fights against Ena as much as he can, she still manages to eventually pull the appendage out of his mouth by holding it in between her fingers (stupid demi-human strength and dexterity)... Then, biting the corner of her lower lip, she leans forward and allows a bridge of spit to drop over his tongue, before slowly smearing her saliva over it with her thumb...
If her blissful expression is anything to go by, she is enjoying every second of his squirming.
“I thought we weren’t spiting?” Eleanor asks, pointing toward his raging erection as she does so, which Esme seems unable to take her eyes away from.
“Sorry,” Ena murmurs, slightly hoarsely, “I saw his tongue, and it felt like the natural thing to do... Was my spit that tasty, Sin? Or was it my stinky panties that turned you on this much...?”
It was both of them, but like hell he’ll ever admit it in this situation.
“Oops, you can’t really answer when I have your tongue, can you...?” she murmurs with a chuckle, before turning toward her accomplices, “Do you girls want to give it a try? I’ll hold it for you... El, you go first.”
Sincir narrows his eyes at Eleanor, but she is already leaning forward to drop her own bridge of spit over his tongue, which Ena once more takes her time smearing all over it...
He trashes around, more as a form of protest against their stupid alliance than for caring about tasting their spit, but his mana exhaustion makes his movements weak, and with all three of them holding him, he has little chance of escaping.
Unlike Ena, Eleanor spits in his mouth several times, seeming to enjoy the process of trying to nd it in as he continues to move his face around in a vein attempt at dodging her saliva bridges... Since she is still holding his jaw open, she forces him to it take whenever she feels like it, then allows him to dodge at the st second sometimes, just to show her control over him.
Esme eventually comes forward to join her, straddling his member as she does so, and in between the two of them spitting in his mouth while Ena holds his tongue, Sincir feels he is slowly drowning in their saliva, and ends up coughing several times throughout the process as he struggles to swallow everything they give him... Since he needs to, in order to breath.
“Fuck...” Ena murmurs, her voice and expression denouncing her obvious excitement over the vision of his pointless struggles and humiliation as the three of them stare down at him, having briefly stopped their domming, “I think we’re actually bullying him...”
“Wasn’t that the point?” Eleanor asks, sounding simirly excited, “So he’d learn his lesson...?”
“Not really... It was so we could have fun bullying him, right?”
Both Ena and Eleanor throw Esme an exasperated look.
“...Oh. I wasn’t supposed to say that, was I?”
Ena sighs, shaking her head. “You gotta learn how to read a room at some point... In any case, should we give him a way to tell us if it becomes too much? I mean, we aren’t actually trying to hurt him, and he is pretty defenseless at the moment...”
“He can tap my ankle,” Eleanor suggests, “I’m kneeling over his wrists, but his hands are free.”
Ena nods. “You heard her, Sin; If it becomes too much, you can tell us, and we’ll let you breath for a little bit...”
Narrowing his eyes at the three of them, Sincir pinches Eleanor’s ankles as hard as he can, causing her to intake a sharp breath of air, cursing loudly.
“What happened?!” both Esme and Ena ask at once, to which Eleanor smiles coldly.
“Oh, don’t worry about it... Sincir just wanted to let us know he is ready for some more spitting,” she says.
Then, clearing her throat loudly, she spits directly into his open mouth, causing him to cough... He pinches her again, but she simply ignores it this time, having been ready for it.
“Ena, this time, you join in too,” Eleanor orders, still smiling, “Let’s see if we can fill his mouth before he can swallow...”
“There’s no way that’s-” Esme starts, but a warning look from Eleanor cuts her off.
From thereon, under Eleanor’s leadership, the idiots take turn, making sure he has as little time to breath as possible... Having to swallow their spit as fast as possible in order to breath makes for a miserable time, to put it lightly, not to mention that his jaw has begun to hurt a while ago, and as Esme begins to grind herself against his erection, Sincalir feels as though he is seeing stars...
Once his vision begins to swim, and his head to throb even beyond his normally high resistance to pain, Sincir actually begins to consider tapping Eleanor’s ankle (as humiliating as it’d be). Having learned his lesson after the st time Esme dommed him, he knows that he will pass out, if things continue like this... And if he passes out now, it’d ruin the night for everybody.
He gave them a chance to get back at him so they could have some fun at his expense, not so that they could become guilty over having gone too far.
However, just as he is about to ask for a couple of minutes to breath, Eleanor speaks.
“Stop,” she says, “That’s enough... Esme, stop grinding yourself so he doesn’t come; Ena, you fuck his throat now, but do it gently at first.”
Sincir coughs, taking a deep breath through Ena’s panties (still pressed against his nose by Eleanor).
Even this brief pause is welcomed, and he is thankful Eleanor realized he was about to reach his limit... Having to tap out when he didn’t even give Ena a chance to during her torture would’ve been beyond humiliating.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t have time for more than a couple of deep breaths before Ena sticks her hand into his mouth, slowly shoving two of her fingers down his throat...
“Did he deepthroat fuck you guys yet?” she asks, almost casually, as he chokes on her fingers.
“A couple of times,” Esme says, her tone equally casual.
“I don’t think so, no,” Eleanor adds.
“One out of three, huh? I think he usually feels bad about putting us through painful experiences... He’d rather melt our brains and makes us unable to resist him,” Ena deduces, being mostly correct in her assumption.
“He does it to me because he knows I like it? I suppose I can see that,” Esme murmurs, “For how long are going to finger fuck his throat, anyway?”
“How long does it usually take a guy to cum through a deepthroat...?” Ena asks.
“A guy? Or Sincir?”
Perhaps reminded of the two hours he spent fucking her without cumming when he took her first time, Ena throws him a begrudging look of respect. “...A normal guy, I guess.”
Eleanor sighs. “We were all virgins before the past week begun, genius... Well, I had never done it with a guy, at least.”
“I’m still a virgin,” Esme reminds, “But Collin didn’t st more than a couple of minutes during the times I did him... Though I don’t think he was trying to hold himself from cumming, to be fair.”
The three of them turn to stare at him at once, noticing the gre he is throwing them through his blurry vision... He is not crying, to be clear; Just tired.
“...Just think of it as a learning experience, Sin,” Ena says, “This way, from now on, you’ll know what it feels like for the girl...”
If he could, he’d have told the stupid idiots that he has sucked cock before, both willingly, and having it forced down his throat during Varzath’s time as a sex sve... He has also been fucked in the ass, and experienced every type of humiliation Ig’droren’s sick imagination could come up with. Unfortunately, as it is, he can only barely stop himself from throwing up under the slow assault of Ena’s fingers.
“I think a couple of minutes have gone by already...” Esme murmurs, her gaze remaining fixated over his pained expression as she does so, “I’m starting to feel bad for him.”
Ena nods, pushing her fingers down as deep as they’ll go, then meeting his gaze while keeping them there.
“Next time we’re doing something like this, and I tell you to open your fucking mouth, you’re going to stick your tongue out for me like a good fucking bitch, Sincir... Or I’m going to think of something a lot worse than my fingers to shove down your throat, and I’ll make you cum to it. Is that clear?”
Being at the very verge of throwing up, Sincir stares back at her with amusement, making it clear how much the idea that he’d obey her out of fear entertains him.
Seeing the look on his face in response to her threat, Ena’s expression darkens.
“Fine, have it your way... Now I get why my defiance yesterday made you even more determined to break me; It really is annoying.”
Pulling her hand out his mouth and releasing his tongue, Ena swings her covered in saliva hands as though disgusted, before smiling while showcasing them to him.
“I bet your jaw hurts like hell by now, and I was going to skip this part, but...”
“Wait, can I do this one?!” Esme suddenly asks, causing both Ena and Eleanor to roll their eyes.
“I thought you felt bad for him...? Whatever, go for it; My feet are really ticklish, so I didn’t want to do it myself, in any case,” Ena says, signaling for Esme to move so that she can change pces with her and hold his lower half in her stead.
Smiling, Esme rises, moves forward, and steps on either side of his head... Being able to at least move his tongue once more, Sincir gres at her.
“Fucking let me kiss it instea-”
But she is already raising one foot, showcasing it to him, then shoving it into his mouth, taking her big toe as deep as she can manage inside...
With his jaw being on fire at this point, Sincir feels warm tears going down his cheeks, though he hates himself for not being able to hide them... Esme sees them, of course, and as expected, she quickly removes her foot, her eyes widening as she steps back, about to say something when Eleanor speaks first.
“No,” she orders, her voice cold, “If he wanted us to stop, he’d have tapped out... You said you wanted to do it, didn’t you? If you don’t, then so will I, and my foot is a whole bigger than yours... You think I’ll be gentler?”
The girls face each other for a moment, under Ena’s worried look, but then Esme bites her lower lip. “No... I think this is going a little too far, even if he is okay with it. Let’s move on... And let’s be a little nicer from now on, okay? I think we could all tell his sincerity, right? I mean, he didn’t have to let us do him like this...”
Eleanor sighs, rolling her eyes. “You idiot, you can see his erection behind you... You know, the thing you spent the past twenty minutes grinding yourself against? If you think he hated what happened tonight, you’re wrong. He feels guilty, and he is fine with us punishing him so we all feel a little bit better about everything; Himself included. Unless we do something like ignore his tapping, he won’t hate any of us come morning... Though I think Ena might be in for a surprise during her first blowjob, because of that finger throatfucking.”
Ena smiles, seeming to have already imagined as much. “Rex a little, Esme. You’ll make him feel even more guilty, like this... Be gentle with your foot, if you want, but we can’t stop things at this point without ruining the whole thing. He needs to understand what we’re trying to say, remember?”
Sincir raises a mental eyebrow; There was something they were trying to tell him with all of this? Other than the fact he is a fucking idiot for letting things grow so out of control?
Esme bites her lip again, shakes her head, then sighs. “Okay, fine... Sin, you’re in a lot of pain, right? You were offering to kiss my foot instead of having it shoved into your mouth earlier... I’m sorry, but that’s not enough.”
“I’ll lick it, then,” he mumbles, “Remember our py with the bitch holding my jaw? Like that...”
Eleanor snorts. “A bit of pain, and you become this much of a submissive bitch? Wish I had known it earlier...”
No, he can handle the pain. But he doesn’t mind licking Esme’s foot, because she is Esme... If one of the other two idiots had tried it tonight, he’d have let them force it down his throat, sooner than he’d have obediently licked anything.
“It’s okay, El, you can let his jaw go now...” Esme murmurs, slightly hoarsely, “He’ll be a good boy for me, won’t he?”
Once Eleanor finally releases his jaw, Sincir grimaces, almost feeling as though it won’t close anymore for a second... But then the pain subsides somewhat, and he licks his lips, meeting Esme’s clear brown eyes as he does so.
“For you? Yeah... I’ll be a good boy for you, love,” he murmurs, “Anytime...”
Esme smiles, presenting him her foot. “You know I’ve wanted you to for a long time now, but you kept from doing it to me because you knew something like this would happen sooner or ter?”
“Something like that...” Sincir admits. Also, he was fighting against the idea of having a foot fetish until recently.
Not anymore. This once, he has no qualms about kissing the bottom of her foot, or beginning to lick it, even though he knows she didn’t take a bath after doing it with Collin... Does this idiot even understand how humiliating this is?
No, of course not; He realizes as he watches her gleaming, excited eyes. Just as it was a bit more than a week ago, she simply wants to watch him licking her all over... Every cranny and crevice, because that’s how much of a perverted she is, not because she wants to humiliate him.
Once he takes her big toe into his mouth, sucking on it, Esme shudders. “S-Stop looking at me like that, Sin... It’s hard enough not to touch myself as it is...”
No can do, love. They want to py with fire? He’ll let them...
“Ena...” Eleanor murmurs, “Don’t... He’ll cum if you touch it any more than Esme already did.”
Gncing down as he runs his tongue over the bottom of Esme’s foot, Sincir realizes Ena is staring at his painfully hard member.
“He can hold himself back, can’t he...?”
“Only if he can control the rhythm... Otherwise, it’s almost impossible.”
Right, she has been there with him before... He wasn’t trying his hardest back then, though. Ig’droren trained Varzath well... If needed, he’ll hold back, no matter how much it might hurt to do it...
Realizing he is staring at her, Ena meets his gaze. “I think that’s good enough, Esme... I’m sure he’d lick your entire body like an obedient little bitch, but you’re not the one who is angry at him, so step back, okay?”
Although she seems rather reluctant to part with his tongue, Esme still nods, stepping back.
“We’ll... We’ll let him cum, right? At least once?”
“Maybe...” Eleanor murmurs, “It’s pipsqueak’s call, but I doubt she’d be that cruel.”
Ena shakes her head. “Just come to hold his legs already... And touch yourself, if that’s what you want.”
Eleanor smiles. “I told her not to. She is mine tonight.”
“Oh...” Ena murmurs, rolling her eyes exasperatedly, “Right, how could I’ve forgotten.”
Licking his lips now that Esme has stepped away from his face, Sincir chuckles... They’re such a fucked bunch... Would any of them have ever made it with a normal partner?
“Open,” Eleanor orders him, and knowing she’ll simply force him if he doesn’t, this time he complies, allowing her to finally shove Ena’s panties inside, which she does so slowly, seeming to make a point of not needing to rush it, before closing his mouth and holding it that way with her hand.
Having so much cloth stuck inside his mouth is uncomfortable, though he is gd for at least being able to rest his jaw now.
“Ena, grab my panties for me... I don’t like the look of relief on his face.”
Sincir groans, cursing himself for having rexed his expression... But Ena is already walking away to pick up Eleanor discarded panties from earlier, before returning with them in her grip.
Grabbing the bck piece of cloth with her free hand, Eleanor showcases it to him. “I’ll give you a choice, since I know how sore your jaw must be at the moment,” she whispers, “You can have these shoved into your mouth with Ena’s, or you can have them pressed against your nose from now on...”
Sincir meets her gaze, and she smiles.
“...Nose it is, then.”
Raising herself slightly, Eleanor reaches in betweenher own legs with her panties, rubbing them against her - Sincir assumes - drenched sex for a few moments... Then she sits over his arms once more, showing him her now wet panties.
“Breath it in as much as you want, little demon... Not that you’re going to have much of a choice soon,” she whispers as she stretches the piece of cloth and pces it against his face, making sure the damp part is pressed over his nose.
Meanwhile, Ena has grabbed one of the feathers she brought earlier, and now stares at him with a smile on her face as she slowly drags it over his chest, causing him to shudder.
“Sorry it took us so long to get here,” she says, leaf-green eyes gleaming almost feverishly as they face his, “But at least all that water you drunk had some time to get nice and cozy in there...”
Sincir groans through his gap, attempting to run from the feather in spite of himself, and of course, being unable to.
“Oh, and don’t bother trying to tap out for this one,” Ena adds, as if in an afterthought, “Since it’s your actual punishment... If you want it to stop, you know what to do, though something tells me I’m going to have to force it out of you.”
Since he is gagged, she can’t possibly mean an apology, or begging... Which leaves one other option, and about the only thing he has control over, at present.
...Fuck her, he’d sooner pass out than piss himself.
Seeing the look on his face, Ena bites her lower lip. “El, I get why you’re so petty... Revenge feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?”
“You’ll feel like shit in the morning,” Eleanor warns, matter-of-fact like, “But yeah, it does feel fucking awesome until the ball drops.”
Finally approaching the feather from his armpit next, Ena gently begins to drag it over the sensitive skin, causing him to jump away from it, or at least try to...
“That’s fine... I was going to forgive him for the way he took me, you know? And then he just had to take things too far with you, before running away like a little bitch from his own actions... Not a day after he stopped me from leaving by force, at that. This is his own damn fault...”
Sincir snorts, ughing through his nose, and his muscles tense as he attempts to run away from Ena’s teasing, to no avail. Meanwhile, Eleanor uses her free hand slowly rub her dirty panties against his nose, all but cutting off his breathing...
Ena doesn’t hold back, having learned from their tickling torture punishments over the years for failing night training (though he had never failed, and Eleanor seldom did so, which means she was at the back end of most of them), and her tickling is merciless.
Oh, he’d not have begged, not from a couple hours of torture; Not even from a couple days or weeks. Since Varzath has been through the experience, Sincir knows he has a breaking point, but it isn’t close to something like this.
Controlling his bbber, however, is another story. If it was just the water Ena forced him to drink, he might’ve managed somehow... He wishes he hadn’t drunk that many fucking beers earlier, damn it.
Well, he’d at least rather beg than be made to piss himself... But they’re not going to give him the chance to, are they?