There, scarcely untouched, barely left alone and stained in the warm water, the void began to dig in me of its acid fingers. His still hot seed was just flowing from my inside that already anguish and remorse were invading me again.

Why did my master offer so much tenderness to me? Could he really be as cruel as to torture me so, to offer me such pleasure, to me, vile little thing? I could still feel his embrace on my skin, his strength and his eagerness to possess me on my bones. It pleased me and overwhelmed me all the more. How to appease my torments and expiate my sins if Alois himself came to feed the lecherous beast that was lurking deep in me?

Shameless whore…

Kneeling in the bathtub, I clasped my hands barely consciously, fingers with withered ends intertwined against my chest.

to beg a boy to fuck you…

Despair threatened to engulf me; he hovered over me ready to pounce on my heavy heart. God was finally seeing me, and he saw me as I was.

your lust is insatiable.

He was judging me.

Wait… No, I thought he was judging me, but the voice in my head was not relentless.

Come and have more now.

No, it was not God. How could it be He after all, he cannot see my soul, it is too impure to deserve His gaze.

These humiliating words could only be blown into my mind by a demon, the one who knows me better than anyone else. The one who, when I raised my face, was staring at me with an impenetrable glance, while on his lips a slender lascivious smile was outlining.

Claude was standing right at the foot of the bathtub, straight and motionless, as if he had materialized on the spot.

"The Master asks for you ... again." He told me, handing a white gloved hand toward me.

As if by magic, the gaping hole in my being was filled. In slow gestures and almost in spite of myself, I seized his hand without the slightest hesitation, hanging on to get up and out of the water without his arm seeming to suffer the slightest pressure.

Never did my body seem to have the slightest impact on his, as if I were just a doll, empty and inconsistent that he could manipulate as he pleased.

I felt the depths of my body throb with impatience, buzzing in my ears like a raging hive. The deafening noise made me almost confused, staring into space; I hardly realized that Claude had just laid one knee on the floor at my feet. It was only when I felt a soft warm touch on my foot that my body went silent.

I watched, at first forbidden, the Master's butler wipe the water gently on my legs, tapping each fragment of skin in slow and soft movements with a pristine white towel. I could only see the back of his neck with black hair impeccably styled, but even so, I guessed the contentment in him. It must have grown viciously as his hands moved up my legs. In doing so, an obscene desire grew in me just as much, following the wave of shivers that ran through me and invading my bowels, warming them.

When the towel reached the birth of my buttocks, he raised his face to me. I cannot explain why seeing him thus at my feet, taking care of me with attention, embarrassed me more than all the things he had made me do before. I looked away from shame, feeling my cheeks flush before our eyes meet, feeling the caress of the fibers marry the roundness of my thighs and approaching my crotch.

Claude finally reached my sex, slightly pressing the fabric on my fleece but just for a brief moment, letting it fall to my feet almost immediately. Disappointed with this too ephemeral contact, I lowered my eyes and my body jerked when, at the same time, planting his eyes in mine, Claude slipped a gloved finger between my thighs and pressed deliberately on my cunt.

A gasp escaped my lips but that was his intention to believe the expression of vague jubilation on his face. Withdrawing his finger, he examined the shiny, wet stain that widened on the fabric of his glove, uttering a disdainful mumbling.

Without a glance, Claude got up and went to the door leading to the master's room he opened before turning to me, inviting me with a shimmer of his glasses to enter. He knew, without a doubt, how viciously aroused his scathing treatment made me feel, and I cursed myself so often to give him so much satisfaction. Breathing short and awkwardly controlled, I then advanced as worthily as I could in my condition; exposed and with a growing humidity between my legs.

Alois was already in bed, the shape of his frail body could hardly be seen under the thick blanket and the scarlet glow of the flames that were dying in the hearth.

"Ah, Lili!" he exclaimed when he saw me approaching his bed, "You liked what I did to you, hmm ... I could tell by the dirty words you said to me ..."

"Oh Master, I ... I'm so sorry ..." I stammered, looking down at the floor.

"Ha ha ... Claude told me you would lose your mind if I did this." He cut me off with a proudly malicious tone.

My mind froze for a moment, incredulous. Of course, it could only be this man; it had always been him. Alois was way too young and naive, he was not aware of Claude's handling. We were both his toys in the end.

I glanced at the butler near the fireplace: a mask without emotion as a face, under which his evil spirit certainly reveled. Supporting my gaze, he began to remove his gloves, accurately pulling the end of each finger with his other hand.

My master interrupted my contemplation.

"Before sleeping I want your kisses, Lili, come now." He ordered me with a velvety smile, lifting the covers and exposing his bare legs.

I do not think I hesitated a long time, and yet, Claude came up behind me without a breath of air around and, with a firm hand on my neck, made me bend the knees on the bed.

His hand was warm and I felt an unusual tension in his fingers, like eagerness. Pushing my face to the crotch of Alois, I had to hold my hands on the mattress, on both sides of his outstretched legs. When he released me, his presence disappeared immediately.

My face was close to my master's hairless thighs; he slightly waved his pelvis, making his white shirt rise a little. The bump of his erection was already clearly visible under the fabric and his breath became more raucous in anticipation. I knew at that moment that it was his desire for me that disinhibited all my restraint.

I gently kissed his thighs; light touches first, my lips barely brushing the smooth scented skin. Alois shuddered, letting out a jerky panting. I then slowly ran my kisses toward the hollow of the groin while his fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt and went back to fully discover his inflated sex.

Mine was already contracting under the effect of excitement. Soon my mouth would touch his cock and it would shudder as animated with a life of its own, hardening even more against my tongue.

I brought my knees a little deeper under my belly, arching my back, exposing my cunt that the friction of my thighs could not soothe.

I suddenly felt a hand resting on the bottom of my back. Long fingers; a thumb that began to snake on my skin, sliding gently along the furrow between my buttocks. Claude had stood there, right behind me, no doubt observing the reactions of my body to the torment he reveled.

I took a short breath, my mind did not know what to dwell on and my master was getting impatient; he frantically rubbed his cock against my cheek. However, that finger coming and going, barely caressing my foundation without ever reaching my cunt, it was a delicious torture. I wanted it so strongly inside of me that I could feel the wetness intensify between my legs.

Alois could not take it anymore; his hands stopped stroking my hair and grabbed them, leading my face to his cock and forcing the passage between my lips. He let out a groan of relief, filling my mouth. This was the moment that Claude chose to penetrate my pussy with his finger; pushing inside me so abruptly that I stifled a cry in my clogged throat and gripped my master's clothes.

I do not know if Alois saw what Claude was doing to me but he did not tolerate for a moment that I release his cock from my mouth; his hands on my neck, still pressing my head against his crotch without sparing me a single breath every time I engulfed him.

The more Alois was abusing me and the more Claude added to it. Pulling his thumb out he instead inserted another finger, longer, and then I felt a second penetrate me and extend, come and go slowly at full length, the rest of his fingers squeezing my delicate button forcefully. Every time.

I tried to hold back my moans despite that they seemed to amplify the pleasure of Alois who felted like a cat. My body emitted nothing but wet noises then: the drool sprouting from my mouth, and juices slowly overflowing from my sex and dripping down my thighs.

Even my eyes were tearing under the gag reflexes that my master deliberately provoked, hitting ever faster and stronger the bottom of my throat, until the deliverance. His body stiffened and his head sank back into a groan as a hot and thick squirt spread in my mouth. He was shaking with a few jolts, his hands still gripping my hair.

"Swallow, Lili, all of it." He let out in a hot blow.

It triggered in me a tremendous arousal to be dominated that way, but my insides felt suddenly empty and needy; my pussy was twitching but the touch was missing; Claude's fingers were gone. The mouth still full, I was struggling to perform but my master did not let go of my eyes before hearing me swallow, I had not dared to look back. Immediately, he dropped his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, diving almost instantly into sleep.

A hand suddenly grabbed my neck and pulled me firmly back without a word, standing at the foot of the bed unceremoniously. The butler steered me out of the room, pushing me in front of him without ever allowing me to meet his eyes.

Doubts emerged in me as we traveled; what could I have done to displease him? The frustration that Claude had inflicted on me by refusing me the much-desired orgasm was often more a game whose course was often resumed later, usually without further warning. Only this time he did not seem inclined to play; his fingers squeezed my neck painfully and, between two clicks of his heels on the cold floor under my bare feet, I sometimes perceived his hoarse exhalations, almost animal.

He thus kept the pace to my room where, as soon as I entered, he threw me furiously at the foot of my bed.

I stifled a sob - fear, cold, what do I know - wearing my hand to my mouth, sticky from my master's seed, and looked up at him. Huge and severe, he stared at me, his eyes hidden by the reflections that the moon projected on his glasses by my window.

His chest was rising abnormally strong, as filled with something he could no longer flow back, threatening to overflow at any moment. His mouth opened slowly, at first silent, as if to arm a cleaver that would fall on me from one moment to the next. Then, finally, in a chilling voice he said to me:

"My turn now."