Capítulo 5: Day 5: Light Knifeplay/Dubious Consent/Roleplay/Double Penetration (Lute/Vaggie/Charlie)
Day 5: Light Knifeplay/Dubious Consent/Roleplay/Double Penetration (Lute/Vaggie/Charlie)
The dimly lit room crackled with tension, the air thick with the weight of what was about to unfold. Charlie stood in the center, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves, her breath shallow as she glanced between Lute and Vaggie. They were both dressed in sleek, silver armor—replicas of the uniforms they had worn during their time as Exorcists of Heaven. Their presence was commanding, terrifying even, as they moved toward her with slow, deliberate steps.
Lute, towering with her one arm flexed, held a gleaming dagger made of angelic steel in her remaining hand, the blade glowing faintly with divine power. Her golden eyes were sharp, predatory, as she stared down at Charlie, her lips curled into a wicked grin. Vaggie, at her side, was equally intense—her one eye narrowed, her silver armor gleaming in the low light. Both of them radiated the kind of power that sent shivers down Charlie's spine.
The roleplay was already beginning to blur the lines between fantasy and reality. Lute and Vaggie had stepped into their roles effortlessly, embodying the fearsome Exorcists they had once been—merciless, unforgiving, and loyal only to Heaven. Though, Vaggie at least had been hesitant at first. Lute had practically salivated at the suggestion a little consensual non-consent.
Angel Dust's award winning porno had given Charlie the idea. He had beaten Tiffany Titfucker for the 'Best Non-Consent' award and had insisted everyone had the hotel watch his performance. Charlie hadn't been particularly interested in anything the pornstars were doing, but the storyline had caught her attention. A demon offers himself to heaven's exorcists in return for his life. Something about it felt…right to Charlie. Wouldn't she have been willing to do the same with angelic steel against her throat. Luckily for her, she had two very real past Exorcists that could help her act it out. After all, what was the point of dating two fallen angels if bedroom activities didn't get… hellish.
Charlie's heart pounded in her chest as they circled her, the weight of their gaze sending waves of nervous energy through her. She had agreed to this—wanted this—but the intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming. The knife in Lute's hand, the way Vaggie's gaze bore into her, the looming threat of what was about to happen... it felt too real.
"Look at what we have here," Lute drawled, her voice low and mocking as she ran the tip of the blade along her own fingertips. "The Princess of Hell herself, caught in the middle of an Extermination. How fitting."
Charlie swallowed hard, her breath shaky as she tried to meet Lute's gaze. The scenario they had crafted was dark—one where she, the Princess of Hell, had been captured during Heaven's annual Extermination. And now, standing before two ruthless Exorcists, she was at their mercy.
"We should end this right here," Vaggie added, her voice cold and unyielding as she stepped closer to Charlie, her fingers brushing the hilt of the second blade strapped to her waist. "She's just another demon to purge."
Charlie's body tensed, her heart racing as Vaggie's words cut through her. This was the game—this was the role they were playing—but the fear bubbling up inside her felt all too real.
Lute moved in closer, her breath hot against Charlie's ear as she pressed the cold steel of the blade against Charlie's throat, the sharp edge grazing her skin just enough to send a shiver down her spine. "Unless, of course," Lute purred, her voice low and dangerous, "the Princess of Hell has something to offer us in exchange for her pathetic life."
Charlie gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat as the blade pressed just a little harder. She could feel the weight of the knife, the power it held, and the overwhelming presence of both women bearing down on her.
Vaggie's eye gleamed with dark satisfaction as she watched Charlie squirm, her lips curling into a smirk. "What do you have to offer us, little demon? What could possibly convince us to spare you?"
Charlie's mind spun, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her. This was what she had agreed to—this was the part where she gave herself over to them, offering her body, her submission, in exchange for her life. It was dark, twisted, and yet, she couldn't stop the heat that coiled in her belly as the blade pressed against her throat.
With a shaky breath, Charlie met Lute's gaze, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Take me. Take my body. Just... let me live."
Lute's grin widened, her golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she pressed the blade just a little harder, her breath hot against Charlie's skin. "You're offering yourself to us? You think that'll be enough to save you?"
Charlie's breath hitched, her body trembling as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes... please... I'll do anything."
Vaggie's laugh was cold and sharp, sending a chill down Charlie's spine. "Anything?" she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're begging for mercy, and all you can offer is your body? Pathetic."
Lute's grip tightened on the blade, her gaze locked on Charlie's as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the shell of Charlie's ear. "We're going to take everything from you, princess. Your body, your pride, your dignity. And you'll beg us for more."
Charlie's body trembled with a mix of fear and desire, the weight of the knife against her throat making her heart race. She felt the sharp edge graze her skin, not enough to break it, but enough to remind her of just how dangerous this was. Her pulse quickened, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt the heat building inside her, her mind spinning with the dark, twisted pleasure of it all.
Vaggie stepped closer, her fingers brushing over the hilt of her own blade as she leaned in, her lips inches from Charlie's. "You'll give us everything, won't you?"
Charlie nodded, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Yes... I'll give you everything."
Lute's smirk widened as she pulled back slightly, the tip of the blade still pressed against Charlie's throat. "Then let's see if you're telling the truth, princess."
With a swift, deliberate motion, Lute lowered the blade from Charlie's throat, trailing it down the length of her body. The cold steel grazed her skin, leaving a line of icy fire in its wake as it moved down her chest, over her stomach, and toward the waistband of her pants. The pressure was light, but the threat of the blade was enough to make Charlie's breath hitch, her body trembling as she stood frozen in place.
Vaggie's hand found Charlie's chin, tilting her head up as she met her gaze, her voice low and commanding. "Look at me. Don't look away."
Charlie's eyes locked with Vaggie's, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt the cold steel of the knife sliding beneath the waistband of her pants, the sharp edge grazing her skin. Lute's grin widened as she pressed the blade just a little harder, cutting through the fabric with ease.
Charlie gasped, her body tensing as the knife sliced through her pants, leaving her exposed to their gaze. The cold air hit her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine as the weight of the moment settled over her. She was theirs now—completely at their mercy.
Vaggie's hand slid down to Charlie's throat, her fingers brushing lightly over the spot where the knife had been moments before. "You'll do anything to live, won't you?"
Charlie's voice was barely a whisper as she nodded, her body trembling beneath Vaggie's touch. "Yes... anything."
Lute's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as she pressed the blade against Charlie's inner thigh, the cold steel sending jolts of sensation through her body. "Then let's see if you can prove it, princess."
Charlie's breath hitched, her pulse racing as Lute dragged the blade along her thigh, teasing her with its sharpness. Her body trembled with a mixture of fear, excitement, and anticipation, the heat building low in her belly as she felt herself caught in the tension between danger and desire.
With a flick of her wrist, Lute pulled the blade away and stepped back, her gaze never leaving Charlie's trembling form. Her eyes gleamed with a dark hunger, and as she moved, the faint impression of something beneath her armor caught Charlie's eye. It took her a moment to realize what it was—a strap-on harness, barely visible beneath the sleek silver of Lute's armor.
Vaggie stepped forward, her one eye fixed on Charlie with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. She had the same harness, the unmistakable shape of a strap-on pressing against the leather of her armor, ready and waiting.
Lute's voice broke the silence, low and commanding. "You want to live, don't you, princess? You want us to spare you?"
Charlie nodded, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Yes."
"Then prove it," Lute growled, her hand reaching into her armor and pulling out a small bottle of lube. The casual way she handled it reminded Charlie that, for all the darkness and danger of the scene, this was still a roleplay—one where they would take her body, but never cross the line of true harm. Still, the intensity of it all made Charlie's heart race.
Vaggie took the lube from Lute, unscrewing the cap with a slow, deliberate motion. "Don't worry, princess," Vaggie murmured, her voice softer but no less commanding. "We'll be gentle... at first."
Charlie's body trembled as Vaggie poured the cool liquid into her hand, shoving the leather of her pants just enough to free her strap-on before spreading it over the length of the thick instrument. The slick sound of the lube sent a shiver down Charlie's spine, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she prepared herself for what was coming.
Lute, meanwhile, applied the lube to her own strap-on with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes never leaving Charlie's. She had taken off her leather pants completely, wanting the freedom of movement. There was a dark, predatory hunger in her gaze, but beneath it, Charlie could still feel the unspoken promise—this was a game, one they were all playing together, and Charlie was safe in their hands.
Her body trembled as the two women moved in closer, their eyes fixed on her with a mix of hunger and possessiveness. The cold air sent a shiver down Charlie's spine, but the heat in the room was undeniable, pressing against her like a heavy blanket as the tension between them built.
"Get ready, princess," Lute murmured, her voice low and dripping with dark amusement as she moved behind Charlie. The faint sound of her armor shifting, coupled with the slick sound of lube, filled the air as Lute positioned herself. "We're going to take you together."
Vaggie stepped closer, her hand gripping Charlie's chin as she tilted her head up to meet her gaze. The sharp edge of Vaggie's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of reassurance in her eye as she whispered, "You'll feel everything... and we're going to make sure you beg for it."
Charlie's breath came in short, ragged bursts as she felt their hands on her body, guiding her into position. Vaggie's fingers traced along her jaw, her touch both possessive and gentle, while Lute's hands gripped her hips from behind. The feeling of being surrounded, sandwiched between their powerful bodies, sent a thrill through Charlie's core.
The pressure of Vaggie's strap-on at her entrance made Charlie tense with anticipation, her body trembling as she felt Lute's cock press against her ass at the same time. The sensation of being taken from both sides, the sheer fullness that awaited her, sent her nerves alight with both fear and excitement.
"Relax, Charlie," Lute whispered from behind, her breath hot against Charlie's ear as she momentarily broke character.
At the same time, Lute pressed into her from behind, her strap-on easing into Charlie's ass, the slick lube allowing her to stretch and accommodate the dual sensation. Charlie gasped, her breath hitching as her body tensed, the overwhelming pressure of being filled completely taking over her senses. Her mind was spinning, caught between the sharp edges of pleasure and pain, and all she could feel was them—Vaggie in her pussy, Lute in her ass—both pushing deep inside her, their bodies moving in sync.
The fullness was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The sensation of having both of them inside her—Lute's thick strap-on stretching her from behind, while Vaggie thrust into her core—left her gasping for breath. It was almost too much, her mind barely able to keep up with the intensity of it all. Charlie's moans grew louder, her body shaking as she felt every inch of them inside her, filling her so completely that it left her dizzy. The pressure in her ass was sharp, but the way Lute moved with slow, steady thrusts made her body burn with heat. At the same time, Vaggie's cock stretched her pussy, sliding in and out with a deliberate, unrelenting rhythm.
"Look at her," Lute growled, her voice rough and commanding as her hands gripped Charlie's hips, pulling her back into each deep thrust. "She's a mess. She loves this."
Vaggie's hand came up to Charlie's breast, pinching her nipple roughly, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Charlie cried out, her voice breaking as her body convulsed, the overwhelming sensation building with every rough touch, every sharp pinch.
"Doesn't she?" Vaggie whispered, her breath hot against Charlie's neck as she leaned in, her lips grazing the sensitive skin there before biting down hard. The sharp sting of the bite sent a shiver through Charlie's body, her moans turning to desperate cries as she felt the intensity of their combined touch.
The pain and pleasure mixed together, leaving her gasping for breath, her body trembling as they pushed her to the brink. Her mind was a haze of sensations—the fullness of being taken from both sides, the way their bodies moved as one, the roughness of their hands as they claimed her. It was too much, and yet her body craved more.
Lute's thrusts grew harder, more forceful, as she gripped Charlie's hips tighter, her nails digging into her skin. "You can take more," Lute growled, her breath hot against Charlie's ear as she thrust harder, filling her completely. "You're going to come for us, princess."
Vaggie matched Lute's pace, her body pressing against Charlie's as she thrust deep into her pussy, the wet sounds of their movements filling the room. She reached down, her fingers pinching Charlie's other nipple hard, making her gasp and arch her back, her cries growing louder with each rough movement.
The sensation of being filled by both of them, the way they moved in perfect sync, was driving her wild. Every thrust, every bite, every pinch sent her spiraling deeper into the pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably as the heat coiled tighter and tighter in her core.
"You're ours," Vaggie whispered, her voice low and possessive as she continued to thrust, her teeth grazing Charlie's neck once more before biting down again, harder this time. The sting of the bite mixed with the overwhelming pressure inside her, and Charlie's body convulsed, her muscles clenching tightly around them both.
Lute's voice was rough, filled with dark satisfaction as she continued to drive into her. "She's close. I can feel it."
Charlie's body shook violently as the pleasure built to a crescendo, the roughness of their thrusts, the sharp bites, and the way they filled her so completely pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could barely form words, her moans turning into desperate, breathless cries as her body was pushed beyond its limits.
Vaggie's hand moved down to where their bodies were joined, her fingers brushing against Charlie's clit, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. Charlie gasped, her body convulsing as the pressure in her core built to an unbearable level.
"Come for us," Vaggie whispered, her voice dark and commanding as her fingers circled Charlie's clit, her thrusts growing faster, rougher. "Now."
Charlie's body couldn't take it any longer. With a final, desperate cry, her muscles tightened around them both, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave. The sensation was too much—too overwhelming—and she felt herself falling apart, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Her cries filled the room, her body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed her, leaving her gasping and spent between them. Even as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripped through her, Vaggie and Lute continued to thrust, prolonging her release until she was left a trembling, exhausted mess in their arms. Her muscles ached, her body spent from the intensity of what had just happened, and all she could do was surrender to the overwhelming sensation coursing through her.
Slowly, the rhythm of their thrusts began to ease, the rough intensity giving way to something more gentle. Lute was the first to pull out, her hands still resting on Charlie's hips as she leaned in, her breath warm against the back of Charlie's neck. "You did so well, princess," she murmured, her voice softer now, the predatory edge gone.
Vaggie followed, her body still pressed against Charlie's as she withdrew her strap-on, her hand gently brushing over Charlie's back in a reassuring gesture. "It's over," Vaggie whispered, her tone tender as she pressed a soft kiss to Charlie's shoulder. "You're safe. We're here."
The room, once filled with the sounds of their rough play, was now quiet, save for the soft sound of Charlie's ragged breathing as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was trembling, her skin slick with sweat, and her heart was still racing in her chest. She felt utterly spent, her muscles weak and shaky, but there was a deep sense of contentment settling in her bones.
Vaggie was the first to break the silence, her voice filled with warmth and care. "Let's get you cleaned up, cariño," she said softly, her hands moving to help Charlie sit up. She reached for a nearby blanket, wrapping it around Charlie's shoulders to ward off the chill in the air. Her touch was gentle, soothing, as she guided Charlie to sit down on the bed, her eyes filled with concern.
Lute, her usual commanding presence softened now, knelt beside Charlie and began to unfasten her own armor, setting the strap-on harness aside with deliberate care. She reached for a towel, wiping the sweat from Charlie's flushed skin with slow, tender movements. "You did so well," Lute repeated, her voice low and full of reassurance as she ran the towel along Charlie's arms and back.
Charlie's breath hitched, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the intense experience, but the gentle care they were showing her began to calm her. Vaggie sat beside her on the bed, her hand resting on Charlie's knee, grounding her with a soft, steady touch. "How do you feel?" Vaggie asked quietly, her voice filled with genuine concern as she brushed a strand of hair from Charlie's face.
Charlie blinked, her mind still hazy as she tried to find the words. "I... I'm okay," she whispered, her voice shaky but filled with relief. "Tired... but okay."
Vaggie smiled gently, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Charlie's temple. "You did amazing, Charlie. You were perfect."
Lute chuckled softly, her fingers brushing over Charlie's shoulder as she finished wiping her down. "You took everything we gave you," she said, her tone teasing but filled with pride. "You're tougher than you look, princess."
Charlie let out a weak laugh, her body still trembling but comforted by their warmth and care. The intensity of the scene had left her drained, but she knew she was safe with them—loved and cared for, even after everything they had just put her through.
"Thank you," Charlie whispered, her voice filled with gratitude as she leaned into Vaggie's embrace, her head resting against her shoulder.
Vaggie held her close, her hand rubbing gentle circles on Charlie's back as she murmured, "Of course, mi amor. We're here for you, always."
Lute stood, grabbing a bottle of water from the nearby table and handing it to Charlie. "Drink this," she said, her voice still soft but more commanding now. "You need to hydrate."
Charlie took the bottle with shaky hands, sipping the cool water slowly, the liquid soothing her parched throat. She felt the tension in her body start to ease as Lute and Vaggie continued to fuss over her, their hands gentle and comforting as they made sure she was taken care of.
"Do you need anything else?" Vaggie asked, her voice low and full of concern as she brushed her fingers through Charlie's damp hair.
Charlie shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she whispered, "Just... stay with me."
Vaggie smiled warmly, pulling Charlie closer as she kissed her forehead. "We're not going anywhere."
Lute sat down on the other side of Charlie, her hand resting on her knee as she leaned back against the headboard. "You were incredible, princess," she said, her voice full of pride. "We're proud of you."
Charlie's heart swelled at their words, her body finally beginning to relax as she leaned into their embrace, her head resting on Vaggie's shoulder. The aftercare was just as important as the scene itself, and in this moment, Charlie felt completely safe, cared for, and loved.
As the adrenaline from the scene faded, Charlie let herself be held by them, her body finally giving in to the exhaustion that had been building. Vaggie's hand never left her back, her touch steady and soothing, while Lute's presence was a comforting weight beside her.
Together, they stayed like that, the intensity of the scene melting away into something softer, more intimate. The bond between them, strengthened by the trust they had in one another, was palpable in the quiet moments after.
Charlie closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she whispered, "Thank you."
Lute chuckled softly, her hand brushing over Charlie's leg as she replied, "You don't have to thank us, princess. This is all part of the fun."
Vaggie smiled, her fingers gently tracing along Charlie's arm as she whispered, "Rest now. We've got you."
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