Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 690: Choked Out

Both women looked at each other in utter horror.

Pure, genuine fear reflected in their eyes—the kind of fear that came from a primal understanding of what was about to happen.

They had made Cassius release himself multiple times, yes.

But they had seen the aftermath. They had watched him tremble and gasp and lose control completely.

And now he was threatening to do the same to them.

Multiple times over.

The thought of experiencing what Cassius had just gone through—that overwhelming, body-breaking cascade of pleasure that left him shaking and helpless—sent ice through their veins.

It was terrifying.

These were women who had faced the worst demons humanity had to offer. Who had stared down evil in its purest form and not flinched. Who had walked through battlefields stained with blood and fire, their hearts steady, their hands sure.

But now?

Now they felt fear. Genuine, primal, soul-deep fear.

And like anyone facing something truly terrifying, they ran.

"Move!"

"Run!"

They moved as one, their bodies blurring with speed that would have made Julie—the fastest swordswoman on the continent—gasp in admiration.

Adrenaline flooded their veins, desperation fueled their limbs, survival instinct overrode everything else.

They darted toward the door, toward freedom, toward escape—

But unfortunately for them Cassius also moved.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t panic. Didn’t even seem to exert himself.

He simply reached out, his hands closing around their arms with casual, unhurried ease, and pulled them back.

"Ahh—!"

"Nooo—!"

When they landed, pressed against him, they realized with growing horror that their positions had been rearranged entirely.

Joy found herself in the crook of his left arm, his forearm pressed against her throat, his bicep locked tight.

"Nnn—! Cassius, let go—! Let go of me—!"

She struggled immediately, her hands clawing at his arm, her legs kicking, her wings beating uselessly against the air.

But his arm was like steel wrapped around her neck—unyielding, implacable, absolute.

Carmela was trapped even more humiliatingly.

Cassius had hooked one powerful leg over her throat, his thick thigh pressing down against her windpipe.

"Noo—! This is so degrading!"

No matter how she twisted, no matter how she fought, she couldn’t escape the iron clamp of his limb.

Two women. Two warriors. Two of the most dangerous beings in the kingdom.

Caught like kittens in the grip of a predator.

And they knew what was coming.

"Cassius, wait!" Carmela choked out, her voice strained against his leg. "Just wait. You don’t have to do this. We were just—we were just playing around. It was a joke. A game. You don’t have to do anything unnecessary! I beg you!"

Joy, even with a forearm pressed against her throat—tried to add her voice to the plea.

Her pride screamed at her to remain silent, to face whatever came with dignity, but something deeper—something primal and desperate—forced the words from her lips.

"S-Stop." She managed, her voice a rasp. "Don’t. Don’t do anything drastic. We can talk about this. We can—"

Cassius’s free hand moved.

His fingers—three of them, thick and strong—slammed into her pussy without warning.

Schlick!

No teasing. No gentle buildup. No tender exploration like he had given her before.

Just raw, brutal, absolute invasion.

"HAAAAAHHHH—!"

Joy’s body arched, her mouth opening in a scream that barely escaped past the arm crushing her windpipe.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her pussy had never been touched before tonight. Never entered. Never claimed.

And now it was being split open by fingers that moved with relentless purpose, stretching her, filling her, claiming territory that had been hers alone since birth.

It hurt.

It hurt so much she saw stars.

And then—

Then his fingers curled, pressing upward, finding something inside her that made her vision go white.

A spot. A place she didn’t know existed until this moment.

His fingers rubbed against it, pressed into it, owned it, and the pain that had been so overwhelming transformed into something else.

Something that made her scream for an entirely different reason.

Pleasure.

"Ahh—! Ahhh—! Haaaah—!"

Raw, overwhelming, impossible pleasure that crashed through her body like a tidal wave, sweeping away thought, resistance, dignity.

"Nooo—! Not there—! Please not there—!"

Her hips jerked, her thighs trembled, her pussy clenched around his invading fingers like it never wanted them to leave.

Cassius’s fingers moved faster. In and out. In and out. Curling. Twisting.

Finding that spot again and again and again, rubbing it with a precision that seemed almost cruel in its effectiveness.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Joy’s body was no longer her own. It was a instrument of pleasure, played by fingers that knew exactly which strings to pluck, which chords to strike, which melodies to coax from her trembling form.

She was drowning.

"Nooooo—! Naghhhh—!"

Carmela watched, horrified and aroused in equal measure.

But she didn’t have time to process what was happening to Joy.

Because Cassius’s other leg—the one not choking her—was moving.

She watched in utter disbelief as his toes, stiffened and purposeful, descended toward her pussy.

"No—" She gasped, her hands flying down to stop him. "No, Cassius, don’t—don’t do something like that! That’s vile! Don’t put your feet on my—"

She didn’t finish.

His toes plunged into her.

Squelch!

"NOOOOOO—! AHHH—! AGHHH—!"

Her words dissolved into a moan so loud, so raw, that it echoed off the walls. His toes were inside her, moving, curling, thrusting with an intensity that stole her breath.

The thick, calloused digits filled her completely, and when they curled just right—when they found the spot that Cassius had mapped so thoroughly during their nights together—she screamed.

"AHHH—! NO, NOT THERE—! YOU CANT USE YOUR TOES DOWN THERE—! NGHHHH—!"

His toes pumped in and out of her, stretching her, filling her, hitting places his fingers never could.

And when his foot shifted slightly, rubbing her clit with the ball of his foot while his toes continued their relentless assault—

Carmela came.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

She came so hard her vision whited out, her body arching against his leg, her pussy clenching around his toes as a fountain of liquid burst from her.

It splashed against his leg, against her stomach, against Joy’s leg beside her, soaking everything in reach.

Joy, already teetering on the edge from Cassius’s fingers, felt Carmela’s release splash against her skin and something inside her snapped.

She came too.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down around his fingers, her own liquid fountain erupting from her in a wave that left her gasping, trembling, utterly destroyed.

She had never felt anything like it—had never known her body could produce such a reaction, could feel such overwhelming, consuming pleasure.

After all, this was her first orgasm. Her first release. Her first time being touched in a way that made her feel like her body belonged to someone else.

She was jerking uncontrollably, her body wracked with aftershocks, her pussy still pulsing around his fingers. Her mouth was open, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and words were falling from her lips that she would never have said in her right mind.

"Cassius—Cassius—This feel so—so—"

She caught herself just in time, her eyes going wide with horror at what she had almost said.

But Cassius wasn’t done.

His fingers plunged back into her before her body could catch its breath.

"No—!" Joy cried out, her voice breaking. "Cassius, no—stop—not so quick—I can’t—"

Carmela felt the same assault resume, Cassius’s toes curling inside her once more, and she begged too.

"Cassius, please—at least use your fingers! Don’t use your feet like this! I’m a high vampire! The last of my clan! You can’t just—you can’t do this to—"

Her protest dissolved into another scream as she came again.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Joy came with her, their bodies convulsing in tandem, their releases splashing against each other, mixing together on the sheets beneath them.

And just like that—they came again.

And again. And again.

Minutes blurred into an eternity of pleasure and desperation.

Each time they thought it would stop, Cassius’s fingers or toes would move, would curl, would find that spot that made their bodies betray them.

Each time they begged for mercy, he gave them more instead.

And the choking—

Neither of them understood it, couldn’t comprehend it, but the pressure around their throats wasn’t cutting off their air so much as heightening everything.

Every sensation was sharper, brighter, more intense.

Every orgasm was deeper, longer, more consuming.

They were being choked, and they were liking it.

The degradation of it should have broken them.

Should have made them fight harder, resist longer, scream louder.

Instead, it just made them come more.

Joy lost count of how many times her body betrayed her. Three? Five? Ten?

She couldn’t tell anymore.

All she knew was the relentless rhythm of Cassius’s fingers inside her, the pressure of his arm around her throat, the endless cascade of pleasure that left her gasping and shaking and completely, utterly broken.

Carmela, who had thought herself immune to such complete domination, found her body reacting the same way.

Her pussy was raw, sensitive, oversensitive, and still she came when Cassius’s toes curled inside her.

Still she moaned when his foot pressed against her clit.

Still she squirted, again and again, until the sheets beneath them were soaked through and her legs were shaking uncontrollably.

They had become—exactly what Joy had threatened to him.

Sex slaves.

Completely under his control.

Utterly at his mercy.

Meanwhile, Cassius on said nothing. His face was calm, almost bored, as his hand worked Joy’s pussy with relentless precision, as his foot drove Carmela toward another peak she wasn’t ready to reach.

This was punishment.

For the ambush. For the arrogance. For thinking they could control him, could make him lose himself without consequences.

He had let them play. Had allowed their game, enjoyed their enthusiasm, appreciated their efforts.

But they had crossed a line when they used Joy’s new powers to overwhelm him. Had taken control he had not willingly given.

And now he was taking it back.