Chapter 328: Breaking and Denial
Alexander pulled his hand back from her cleavage and stepped back, watching the woman’s ragged breathing on the table.
"If pain and death don’t frighten you, let’s try something else," Alexander said in an icy tone. "Let’s see how long your noble pride holds up when you no longer control your own body."
At a gesture from him, Sydney, Brianna, Paige, and Kayla—the light-blue-haired girl who still walked with a slight struggle—approached the table. The four of them surrounded the prisoner and began stroking every inch of skin exposed by her silver chemise.
Paige and Sydney focused on her thighs and groin stimulating her clitoris with nimble fingers, while Brianna and Kayla fondled her breasts and neck. The woman clenched her teeth, attempting to resist, but the relentless touch betrayed her focus. Her gasps of rage melted into muffled moans of involuntary lust.
Her body began to tense up, desperately seeking relief as she hovered on the razor’s edge of an orgasm. But just as her hips arched upward seeking the climax, Alexander raised his hand.
"Stop," Alexander ordered.
The four girls halted their movements instantly. The woman let out a gasp of utter frustration, her eyes snapping open as denial burned through her core.
"What’s wrong, noble lady? Did you want to come?" Alexander asked with a mocking smirk. "Nothing is granted here unless you earn it."
Alexander glanced toward the counter.
"Old 5, step up here and put your dick in her face. But don’t let her touch it with her lips."
The old man obeyed right away, stepping up to the table and pulling out his erect shaft, positioning it millimeters from the woman’s mouth. Driven by a desperate urge for any form of contact, she strained her neck forward to take it into her mouth, but Brianna yanked her hair back firmly, pinning her head still.
"Look at her, begging like a bitch in heat for a little taste," Brianna said with disdain, whispering into her ear. "Where did your grand Ravencroft lineage go? You’re just a pathetic, desperate captive."
"Please... just let me..." the woman managed to beg in a cracking voice, her face flushed red and her eyes teary from denial.
"Not until you answer what you were asked," Alexander said, gesturing for the girls to resume their intense touch across her most sensitive spots. "And if you try to come without my permission, we start all over again from zero."
"Alright, keep going," Alexander ordered, looking down at her with complete detachment.
At his signal, the four women resumed the intense touch even more aggressively. Paige and Sydney thrust their fingers firmly inside her pussy and ass, working them in a steady, maddening rhythm that dragged a sharp, breathless gasp from her throat. Brianna and Kayla kept kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, keeping her in a state of sheer sensory overload.
The woman’s body arched off the table, trembling as the tide of a climax washed over her once more. Her pupils dilated and her hips jerked desperately chasing that final push to break through into release.
Right as she hovered on the absolute precipice, Alexander raised his hand again.
"Stop," Alexander said.
Every hand pulled back from her skin instantly.
"No! No, please! Just a little more! Please...!" she screamed in agonizing frustration, thrashing on the table in sheer desperation as tears began streaming down her face.
Alexander leaned over her face, grabbing her chin to force her to lock eyes with him.
"First question... what is your full name?"
"Dana! Dana Ravencroft! I’m Dana, please...!" she sobbed out, breaking down into hysterical tears, without a shred left of her former noble pride.
"Now we’re talking," Alexander said, keeping his firm grip on the woman’s chin. "Who do you work for?"
Dana clenched her teeth tight, fighting to hold back the words desperate to spill from her mouth. Up until now, she hadn’t broken the rules beyond repair; she had only revealed her noble identity, something her family could cover up or justify. If they found out, nothing severe would happen to her. But if she gave up the name of the regional leader, there would be no corner in the world where she could hide before the Wild Rose issued a hunt order on her head.
"I can’t... please, anything but that..." Dana begged, shaking her head through her tears.
Alexander showed no mercy and glanced at his companions.
"Girls, go ahead."
"Nooo! Please, no!" Dana shrieked in desperation.
The four of them swarmed her once more. Paige leaned over her face and grabbed the back of her neck, sealing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, thrusting her tongue inside to dismantle her mental defenses further and choke back her screams. Meanwhile, the others licked her pussy and ass simultaneously, pairing the slick touch of their tongues with rapid finger work.
Overwhelming pleasure surged through her like an electric shock. A trickle of fluid began to leak from her groin as her body convulsed, a second away from hitting the most intense orgasm of her life.
Right at the exact moment the climax began to release, Alexander gave the signal.
Everyone halted and pulled away.
The orgasm was cut short in the middle of the contraction, leaving Dana trembling uncontrollably on the wooden table, sobbing and moaning in sheer physical agony from the devastating denial.
Alexander leaned over Dana’s convulsing face, patting her cheek lightly to force her to focus.
"Ready to talk?" Alexander asked.
Dana could only utter incoherent babble, her eyes glossy and her chest heaving in shallow gasps.
"I have an interesting idea," Alexander said, picking up the water pitcher once again. "Don’t they say that suffocating someone makes their pussy squeeze way tighter? Bring the cloth, Old 5."
Before Dana could process his words, Alexander placed the wet cloth over her face and poured the stream of ice-cold water over her nose and mouth once more. At the same time, he gestured to the girls. Sydney and Paige attacked her groin with their mouths and fingers at a frantic pace, while Brianna kneaded her breasts mercilessly.
The combination of impending suffocation and intense physical stimulation triggered a brutal overdrive in Dana’s body. The lack of air squeezed her pelvic muscles with superhuman force, and this time, Alexander didn’t give the command to stop.
In the middle of the gasping fit, Dana’s body arched wildly off the table as she shot out the most powerful jet of squirt any of them had ever witnessed, soaking the wood and the floor all around her. The fluid sprayed out in an uncontrollable tide as her legs shook in endless spasms.
When Alexander yanked the cloth off her face, Dana collapsed completely limp onto the furniture. She kept trembling from the sheer sensory overload, but across her exhausted face, with her eyes glazed over, a faint, stupid smile.