章 138: Breaking Carmine
Nearly an hour later the bullhead had finally come to a land in the village of Beachrock, one of the northern most villages to be found on the Vacuan side of Sanus, the continent Parc had found himself standing upon.
It was a dower place, though not entirely solemn it was very apparent they didn't get many visitors from how the nightlife were looking at Parc and his compatriots with raised brows and curiosity. Or was it because he was carrying a tied-up woman over his shoulder? It could very well be that as well.
Besides him was Summer, still drowsy from having been suddenly awoken by Parc's nudging a bare few minutes prior when Bertilak landed the ship. The other three girls right behind them with Kurome scanning the area for any threats, eyeing up the strange, mechanical boxes running across the unusual, black roadways without the need for horses to draw them. Ferry, directly opposite her was more on the curious side of things, having various flashbacks from her early childhood when she had first seen many of the things the village had, albeit everything did seem a tad bit more advanced than she recalled. Only Lili seemed wholly unfazed by the appearance of the place, instead being more concerned for the fact she was wearing only a blanket. Oh how she needed some new clothes. She'd definitely be bugging Parc for them later.
The only one not to join them being Bertilak who opted to instead stay with the bullhead and would stay in one of the spare rooms the dock building had for the overnight deliverers. In the morning he and Parc would properly discuss what to do from here on out.
The crew had soon wandered upon a small tavern, one which had a few empty rooms for them to take up housing in. Three to be precise, each with two beds each meaning Kurome and Lili would take one, Ferry and Summer in another, and Parc and his prisoner in the last.
"Yeah, she's been a bad girl," Parc chuckled as he answered the unnerved and confused stare he was getting from the receptionist. His opposite hand raising to lightly pat on Carmine's behind, earning furious wriggles from the woman.
"Uh, right…"
The receptionist slowly leaned down, her eyes never leaving Parc and the struggling, hogtied Carmine as she plucked the three-room keys from a holder and slid them towards Parc. Handing two of them out to Summer and Kurome, respectively. Finding a twinge of amusement at the forlorn, abandoned puppy look the later was giving him.
"I'll make it up to you another day, for as long as you want," Parc placed his hand atop her head and roughly began to ruffle her hair. Kurome immediately pepped up, her eyes sparkling as she kept glued to his side up until they had to separate at their rooms. Parc leaving Kurome with a change of clothes as well as some other outfits he had that would hopefully fit Lili even just a little.
Summer and Ferry ended up taking the room directly opposite his. Summer still dopey from her slowly replenishing aura.
His own room wasn't particularly large, only looking to have the bare minimum space for two people to live in. The two beds that were barely a meter apart from each other were set separated against the wall with only a small walkway to get from one end of the room to the other.
"Eh, it'll do. What do you say naughty girl? Good enough?" Parc grew a cruel smirk and sent a harsh slap against Carmine's tanned, booty short covered bottom, earning a muffled yelp and even more vigorous struggling from the woman. "Just give up Carmine, you lost the bet, now you're my pet."
Somehow Carmine was able to get her gag out of her mouth to scream, "I'm going to fucking kill you, you arrogant bastard! No one does that shit to me and gets away with it!"
He could only raise his brow at her, "what did you expect to happen? Sunshine and rainbows? Well, no, I guess it did feel like sunshine and rainbows to you from how you were moaning like you'd lost your mind."
"I was not! You did something to me! You cheater!" she argued.
Finally rolling his eyes at her, Parc came to stand before one of the beds and threw Carmine onto her back atop it, the girl grunting as she landed. Hands still tied behind her back and legs roped together glaring ten-inch daggers at him.
"I didn't cheat, I was just better than you," Parc slowly began to unbutton his shirt. A sight that quickly caught Carmine's attention when his bare upper body was open for her to see all his accumulated scars.
"What are you doing?" Carmine gulped as a now shirtless Parc approached the side of the bed to linger over her with a sharp grin. Fear, dulled lightly by anticipation she didn't want to feel, filled her as one of Parc's hand lifted only to land atop her tanned midriff. Lightly flicking and teasing her belly button and the flesh around it. "Stop that!" she shifted in a poor attempt to get his hand off her.
Resounding with a snort, Parc pressed his palm flat against Carmine's belly and slid it down to her booty shorts, digging beneath the fabric and into her panties while he lowered himself close to her face. Uttering in a soft intonation, "you don't get to order me around Carmine. You lost that privilege when you lost our bet."
Carmine tried to lift her head to glance down to her crotch where she could feel Parc's fingers lightly dancing on the flesh right above her groin, slowly running down to press into her labia bringing forth the first subtle explosions of pleasure to her.
"I didn't lose anything you deviant!" in a panic she rotated her hips, trying to slip herself away from Parc only for him to grab her with his other hand and forcefully flatten her onto her back and send two of his fingers to the warm, already lightly moistened slit separating her two labia to gently stroke along it and up to the unsheathed nubule of her clit.
In that short moment that the coarse skin of the tips of his fingers rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, her eyelids widened, and her jaw locked down hissing through her teeth while her hips lightly shivered at the small touch. It was plain for Parc to see that her body was still reeling from their little competition hours prior.
"Well, considering its you getting played with and not me, I'd say you lost."
His fingers still dashed against her pussy, raising from her depths a slight dampness that slowly dyed her booty shorts a shade of red darker. "Fuck you." She spat, flinging a small dash of spittle against Parc's cheek.
Wiping away the foaming spit Parc's grin only grew colder, "oh Carmine, that's exactly what you'll be doing." And took rope gag forcing it back into her mouth, tightening it a bit so that she couldn't push it out again.
In turn Carmine began to struggle and screech, wishing she could grab her sai's and get her revenge on him. "Now, now, calm down, calm down," Parc suddenly curled his fingers and jabbed them to the second knuckle into her vagina. The sudden penetration and scratching of his nails against her walls forcing a gagged noise out of her. "It's not going to hurt. In fact, it's going to be very pleasurable for you. As I'm sure you already know," Parc chuckled, his fingers sliding in and out of her body, rubbing against her walls, caressing her to the point her tied together legs clamped and squirmed, squishing his hand even more. Her breaths ragged behind her gag.
"To think, you were so sure of your victory and now you're just another bitch in heat." His fingers grew faster, his pumps harsher, rapidly bringing her legs to the point of bucking while she tried to gasp and breath in at the same time.
But he could tell she was holding back. There was desire in her red tinted face, in her eyes, lust, but there was also determination, refusal to let the overwhelming feeling of Parc's digital penetration.
He would be changing that very soon.
Leaning forth once again, Parc lowered himself to his victims' ear, "Carmine, after tonight I will make sure you will never be able to live without me." He dug his fingers in deep, ramming them as far as he could to ruthlessly caress her most sensitive innards. The force he put into his hand enough that he forced her hips up.
Her eyes rapidly lost focus, rolling in their sockets while her chest trembled her breath and voice stuck unable to escape her. Her body wanted it, it wanted to cum, for her mind to give in an accept her position beneath Parc as his new pet. But she couldn't, she would never, she couldn't betray her, she would NEVER betray her.
"Cum Carmine, break and become mine," the voice of the devil whispered in her ear, sapping away at the fragile barriers she still had up. Her image was slowly fading, fracturing like glass in her mind and when finally the pieces of her wall crumbled, her Queenie's image faded away in tandem with a powerful surge of orgasm rocking her body sending her screaming and soiling her booty shorts with a thick tide of her nectar. Her hips dropped as Parc pulled his hand from her crotch.
In the daze of post orgasm, Carmine was unable to feel the binding's of her legs loosen and come undone. Her pants and panties being undone and pulled from her body alongside the soft noise of Parc's zipper being undone. She barely came to herself when Parc nimbly flipped her onto her stomach, forcefully propping her on her knees while pushing down on her back leaving her back heavily arched and presenting her hungering snatch that he was quick to invade with his engorged member.
He pounded away at her, now thoroughly engraining himself into her very being. Replacing her once beloved Gillian with himself. And by the end of the night, when Parc finally pulled his member from her pussy, she was nothing more than a slab of sex, gushing with thick seed, her mind an addled mess.
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