Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 693: From Warriors To Whores

Cassius had laid them both on his chest, their legs spread wide, their hands pinned behind their backs.

And he had positioned a mirror before them, full-length, angled so they could see everything.

Every inch of their exposed bodies. Their breasts, marked and bitten. Their stomachs, heaving with exertion. Their thighs, slick with their own fluids.

And between their legs, their pussies—ruined. Swollen. Dripping. Looking nothing like the neat, private places they had been when the night began.

But it wasn’t enough to simply show them. He had to teach.

With the patience of a seasoned instructor, he began to guide them through their own anatomy.

He would touch a part of Joy’s body—a nipple, a hip, the inside of her wrist—and explain what it was called, what it did, how it responded to stimulation.

Then he would demonstrate, making her watch in the mirror as her own body reacted.

"See this?" He had pinched her nipple just so, and she had watched in horror as her back arched, her mouth opened, a moan escaping her lips. "That’s the Montgomery glands. Most women don’t even know they exist. But when stimulated properly..."

He had twisted, and she had come again, a small spurt of fluid spraying from between her legs as he chuckled against her ear.

He then taught her about the different openings of her pussy, spreading her lips apart in the mirror so she could see.

"The urethra is here, mostly useless except for peeing. But the vagina? That’s where all the fun happens."

He had pushed two fingers inside, and she had watched herself take them, watched her walls clench around his knuckles.

"And here—" His thumb found her clit "—this little button here? That’s your master switch. Learn to use it, and you’ll never need anyone else."

He had shown her how fast to finger herself to become a complete mess of a whore—his words, and watching herself in the mirror as he demonstrated, she had become exactly that.

He then taught her how to tease her own anus, how to massage her belly in a certain way that made her squirt a little, how to breathe through the building pressure until it exploded.

And the worst part was she couldn’t look away—she had to watch as he degraded her.

He was breaking her down, turning her from a woman into a mess of nerves and pleasure, and she could do nothing but watch.

"Good girl." He whispered, and the praise made her clench around nothing. "Now, Carmela. Let’s review what we learned."

—

It went on and on.

Technique after technique. Position after position.

Orgasm after orgasm until she lost count entirely, until there was nothing in the universe but his hands and his mouth and the relentless, crushing waves of pleasure that broke her into smaller and smaller pieces.

By the end—the bed was soaked.

Completely, utterly soaked.

There was not a single dry patch left on the sheets, every inch of fabric saturated with their fluids—Joy’s, Carmela’s, Cassius’s, all mixed together in a swamp of evidence that no amount of laundry could ever truly erase.

And now they lay Joy lay on his chest, her body limp, her breathing ragged. Carmela was curled against his side, her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed.

They looked like they had been through a war.

Hickeys and bite marks covered every inch of their exposed skin. Their pussies were swollen and wet, looking like they had been used beyond reason. Their faces were flushed, sweaty, their mouths open, their tongues hanging out slightly.

They did not look like the proud warriors they were supposed to be.

They looked like whores. Two whores that Cassius had purchased and used until they had nothing left to give.

Joy stared at the ceiling, her vision hazy, her mind floating somewhere far away.

She had thought she was strong. She had thought her will was unbreakable, her faith unshakeable.

She had been wrong.

Beside her, Carmela giggled softly. Her eyes were unfocused, her smile distant.

"Mama." She murmured. "Mama..."

She was dreaming of her mother. The mother she had lost so long ago.

Cassius had taken her so far beyond herself that she had found her way back to the only true comfort she had ever known.

Seeing Carmela like this—her idol, the woman she had admired for so long—Joy felt something crack inside her chest.

Pity.

Deep, profound, heartbreaking pity.

She had lost all sense of reality, completely delusional, her mind shattered by the relentless waves of ecstasy.

But she herself wasn’t that different as her dignity?

It was completely gone under his relentless torment.

When Cassius told her to spread her legs, she obeyed without hesitation.

When he told her to stick out her ass, she did it immediately, presenting herself like an obedient pet.

When he put his fingers in front of her mouth and told her to suck, her lips parted and her tongue emerged, lapping at his fingers with the same mindless devotion she had shown everything else he commanded.

She wasn’t a woman anymore.

This was a puppet. A doll. A thing that moved only when Cassius pulled the strings.

Joy had come into this night thinking she would make Cassius her love slave—that she would be the one controlling him, manipulating him, bending him to her will.

Instead, she had become his.

Every command, every word, every subtle gesture—her body responded before her mind could protest.

She had been reduced to the same state as Carmela, willing to do anything, anything, just for a moment of respite.

But hope flickered in the distance.

Through the window, the darkness was bleeding into soft gray. The sun was finally rising, painting the horizon in pale gold and pink.

Morning.

After an entire night of torment—the worst night of her entire existence, worse than any physical torture she had ever endured—it was finally going to end.

Joy wanted to weep with relief.

She had survived. Against all odds, she had survived the most inhumane, soul-shattering ordeal of pleasure that had been inflicted upon her, and she was finally going to see light again.

It felt like emerging from a dark cave after years of imprisonment.

But then—

She felt hands on her body.

Shifting. Positioning.

When she looked down, she realized she was on top of something soft. No—someone.

Carmela.

The vampire was beneath her, her dark skin gleaming with sweat, her eyes wide with confusion.

Joy’s thighs were pressed against Carmela’s, her breasts flattened against Carmela’s chest, her stomach touching Carmela’s belly button.

And their pussies.

Their slick, soaking, utterly ruined pussies were pressed together, sliding against each other like two bars of soap trying to find purchase.

The friction was insane—every movement made their clits grind against each other, sending sparks through Joy’s already overstimulated body.

Carmela also snapped out of her reverie and was shocked to see that she was exchanging fluids with Joy.

She wanted to ask what was happening. Wanted to demand answers.

But her throat was raw. Her voice was weak. All she could manage was a hoarse whisper.

"C-Cassius...What are you...Why did you put us like this—"

She didn’t get to finish—

—as omething slid between them.

Long. Thick. Hard.

It pushed into the narrow space where their bodies met, where their wetness made everything slick, and Joy’s eyes went wide.

She knew what that was. She had tasted it. Sucked it. Swallowed what came from it more times than she could count tonight.

Cassius’s cock.

He had wedged it between their pussies, and now he was using his hands—one on Joy’s ass, one on Carmela’s—to slide it back and forth.

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

The shaft rubbed against both of them at once, their clits catching on the veins, their folds parting around the thick circumference.

"C-Cassius!" Joy’s voice cracked. "This is supposed to be over! The sun is rising! You can’t possibly—after everything, you can’t still—"

"Why not?"

He sounded genuinely curious.

"Why should I stop just because the sun is coming up?"

He thrust again, harder, and both women gasped.

"I’m not some nocturnal creature, Joy. I can go all day if I want. All night. All week." He smiled. "I have the necessary stamina."

Joy and Carmela exchanged horrified looks.

Then Cassius leaned down, his face between theirs, his expression equal parts teasing and predatory.

"Besides..." His voice dropped "...after spending all night making you two squirt over and over, my balls are completely full again. I need somewhere to put all this."

He thrust again, letting them feel the weight of his words.

"But I’m bored of coming on the bed. Bored of coming on your bodies. Bored of coming in your mouths."

He smiled, and it was the smile of a devil.

"So, I think it’s time I pushed this cock into a juicy little pussy and came inside."

Both women shivered.

"I’ll conquer new territory." He mused. "Places my cock hasn’t visited yet."

His hand slid down Joy’s body, fingers finding her ass. He circled her anus, pressing gently, and her eyes went wide.

"And I think..." His finger pushed inside "...I’ll take this one too."

He pushed inside.

The finger slid into her ass, past the tight ring of muscle, and Joy’s whole body seized.

It was invasive. Forbidden. Something she had never let anyone touch, never even thought about letting anyone touch.

And now he was inside her.

Fingering her. Stretching her. Preparing her.

"Since both holes are right in front of me." He continued, pulling his finger out. "I might as well enjoy all four."

He pulled his cock out from between their pussies, and Joy felt the sudden emptiness like a physical ache.

Then the head of his cock was at her entrance, pressing against her, nudging her open.

She could feel it.

Her hymen.

The barrier she had kept her entire life, the symbol of her faith, her purity, her devotion to the goddess.

It was right there, so thin, so fragile, and his cock was pushing against it.

If he went any further, it would break.

Her virginity would be gone.

In that moment, she looked at Carmela, and Carmela looked back at her.

In the vampire’s eyes, she saw the same horror.

After all, Carmela had only half-lost her virginity—she had never been fully penetrated, never had her hymen broken.

And now Cassius wanted to take her asshole’s virginity as well?!

That...That she couldn’t let happen.

They both knew that if this happened, they would never come back from it. Never be whole again.

So, just when Cassius pushed forward, his tip pressing against her hymen, and Joy felt the thin membrane begin to stretch—

—she raised her hands and shouted,

"Light of Retribution!"