The Long Night VI

As Nuu's foot pressed down on Hilda's face, her lips curved into a serene smile. Instead of reacting with anger, she squirmed beneath his weight and eagerly began to lap at his foot with unbridled enthusiasm.

Sage watched in wonder at this display of subservience, questioning whether such behavior was permitted.

Oga responded that indeed it was allowed, as long as Nuu held his whip at the ready for the next five minutes. He further explained that the one with the whip was the master and whatever the whip-holder could imagine, the slave must carry out.

Hilda continued to grovel beneath Nuu's foot, relishing in the attention. Sage couldn't help but ponder if she would be willing to stoop to such levels of humiliation for the man she loved.

Without hesitation, Sage knew that she would do far worse.

She would willingly subject herself to any form of degradation if it meant pleasing Nuu

As Nuu looked down at Hilda, a self-satisfied grin spread across his face, his sense of accomplishment palpable. The ease with which he had transformed a respectable woman into a compliant bitch only served to embolden his resolve.

He relished the power he held over her, and it fueled his desire to lure and seduce married women of status.

A rather mischievous idea crept into his mind, 'Why not cucked Hilda, in front of Phi?'

The air in the chamber was thick with expectations - expectations that Hilda would assume the role of a submissive and follow Nuu's every command with precision.

Her tender skin served as the canvas for a meticulously choreographed performance, with the crack of the whip marking the beat of the macabre dance.

Every lash inflicted upon her caused a piercing shriek to echo through the chamber, leaving Hilda gasping for air.

With concern etched on her face, Yaya approached Lord Oga. "My Lord, I cannot help but worry about the whipping. Do you think Hilda will survive such brutal punishment?"

Oga, brimming with confidence, chuckled in response. "Rest assured, Yaya! Hilda comes from a resilient dwarven people. Her body can withstand this much, unlike yours, which is still human."

"But are they not also human?" Yaya pointed at Nylah and Sage, only to receive a smirk.

"Well, Nylah and Sage, on the other hand, have surpassed their limit," replied Lord Oga.

Yaya's face twisted in confusion. "I don't understand," she said.

Lord Oga smiled enigmatically. "They can no longer be classified as just human. But if you're curious, spin the roulette wheel and aim for the question mark. It will reveal all."

Yaya was left pondering the cryptic response, unsure of what to make of it.

Meanwhile, Hilda endured the excruciating pain of the whipping, each lash a fresh wave of torment that left her writhing in agony.

As she suffered, Hilda couldn't help but crave the rush that came with submission to a dominant man.

The paradoxical sensations of pain and pleasure, submission and powerlessness, and fear and ecstasy left her bewildered, unable to fully comprehend her own desires.

But as the whip cracked against her skin once more, she knew that she was willing to surrender herself completely to Nuu's desires, to become the submissive slut that he craved.

At this moment, the shackles of propriety that constrained Hilda as a devoted spouse were forever shattered.

Hilda acted without concern for the consequences that would follow, her ass continue to gyrate in subservience for Nuu's enjoyment.

Her voice broke free from all inhibitions as she pleaded, "Yes, my Master! Let your member strike me, let it rain upon these insatiable lips of mine."

"There will be no rain, you slut!" shouted Sage causing everyone to laugh.

"Bite me bitch." reply Hilda

"You need further training, how can a pet speak?" said Nuu

"..."

A few minutes later….

Hilda found herself reveling in the delights that came with being a harlot for this colossal man, his imposing member dictating her every action. Nuu held the object of her desire.

With a strong grip, her choker tighten, as his manhood lay upon her face.

Hilda longed for more, but what followed was not what she desired, but what she needed. A solid whip cracked against her plump ass, sending shivers down her spine.

She was in his grasp, his willing plaything and nothing else mattered. With each crack of the whip, Hilda was propelled deeper into the realm of ecstasy, inching ever closer to the precipice of pleasure.

Her body quivered with anticipation as Nuu's commands rained down upon her, causing her lower lips to tremble with excitement. With each strike, she swayed her ample behind, eagerly anticipating his next move.

Nuu observed her with a cold detachment, his scowl betraying no hint of approval or disapproval.

Gayle, the servant, wore a mask of shock, her face etched with disbelief. The air around her felt heavy with the weight of her emotions.

As Hilda's body was pressed firmly against the walls of the chamber, Nuu positioned himself behind her, aligning his member with her backdoor.

Without preamble or foreplay, he entered her, with a mischievous yelp, stretching her anal opening with a small portion of his shaft.

A gentle tap on her legs urged her to align her rear end properly, maintaining the momentum of their play.

However, the final grain of sand trickled through the narrow passage of the hourglass, marking the end of the round, before things could get any spicer.

As if on cue, Sage's voice rang out sharply, cutting through the stillness of the room, "The round has come to an end…Do your job properly!" said Sage as she scolded Gayle.

At her words, her female peers snapped out of their trance, captivated by their performance.

Meanwhile, Oga observed the unfolding scene with a wry smile. Despite his best efforts, it appeared that the pupil had become the master. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and lamentation.

In the ensuing tense silence, unspoken words hung heavily in the air, yearning to be acknowledged.

Breaking the silence, Gayle stuttered, barely containing her breath, "Please begin the..." But before she could finish.

Hilda's legs were already wrapped around Nuu, their lips crashing together in a fiery kiss.

The dance of their tongues and teeth was both fierce and tender, with a hint of blood staining their lips.

The silence shattered under the weight of their desire, leaving only the sound of their fervent embrace echoing through the room.

The sand of time waited for no one, and soon enough Hilda's rounds came to an end.

Oga's chance arrived, the spinning wheel pointing to the aroma of peach and scented oil. It surprised no one when he chose Sage, for her hands possessed a divine touch in the realm of massage.

Oga's delight would unfold with an exquisite banquet of rimming, accompanied by the artful touch of Sage's divine fingers, while a savory delicacy in the form of a bare and bootylicious Sage, glistening with oil.

Nylah, unaffected by the intimacy between Sage and Oga, had no qualms to speak of. Why, you may ask? It is because of Sage's penchant for sadistic men such as Nuu.

Nonetheless, despite Oga and Nuu sharing a semblance in appearance, Oga did not match Sage's preferences.

Yet, such statements couldn't be made concerning Yaya, a remarkably ambitious seductress. Furthermore, Nylah remained unthreatened by Sage's presence, as her position in Oga's heart stood firm.

Moreover, Nylah's expertise resided in the art of oral pleasure, rendering Oga's choice of her for scented oil massages or rimming needless.

Indeed, each Night Wench possessed their distinct specialty: Hilda mastered the art of providing the finest handjob, while Yaya excelled in the realms of titillation and foot stimulation.

As they strolled past Nuu and Hilda, a mischievousness sparked within Nuu's naughty hands, grasping onto Sage's bootylicious butt.

With a gentle murmur, the maiden's mirth erupted into a joyous symphony of laughter. "Begone, your time has ended," Oga jested, as he dismissed Nuu's hands, only to clasp her meaty ass with his own.

The dumbfounded expression that dawned upon Nuu filled Oga with immense elation, for at last, he had the opportunity to tease this rascal.

A few fleeting moments passed, and there stood the imposing Sage, her pink thong swallow up be her derriere.

Beneath the velvety milking table, Gayle poised herself with effortless grace, her bowl and timer meticulously arranged within arm's reach.

As the seconds leisurely ticked away, she valiantly grappled with the daunting task of diverting her gaze from the pendulous phallus that carelessly swayed before her.

Each participant assumed their respective positions and a palpable sense of anticipation cloaked the chamber in a hushed embrace. In a matter of breaths, Sage found herself delicately sculpting and teasing Oga's posterior, a realm she could never have fathomed would become her reality.

Oga, now rendered defenseless and at the mercy of Sage's whims, obediently surrendered himself to her every desire, his prone and vulnerable frame burying his face into the yielding cushion, transforming his ass into a pliant canvas for Sage's euphoric amusement.

"That's kinda hot, wish it was me!"As Yaya expressed her desire, Nuu responded with a confident assertion, "Hmm, I can make that happen." A brief pause hung in the air before Yaya queried, "Oh, and just how are you going to do that?"

However, before Nuu could articulate a response, a hushed whisper emerged from Nylah's lips, "If I can't cheat, why do you think you can do as you see fit?" Yaya was taken aback, exclaiming, "You of all people, cockblocking?"

In a playful tone, Nylah retorted, "Hehe, If I'm not getting some dick, no one else is getting any. Now just watch the show," delivering a resounding smack to both of their backsides.

As Yaya fumed, a giggle escaped Hilda's lips. The trio continued to spectate, finding amusement in their mischief.

'Who knew I would find myself with such strange people.' Thought Gayle

The manly contours of Oga's posterior, exquisitely shaped and contoured, evoked an even brighter smile upon her countenance.

"Truly, he possesses an extraordinary posterior," she murmured affectionately, tapping him tenderly while parting his buttocks, before descending upon him with deliberate intent.

The undeniable waves of pleasure surged through Oga's being as Sage's tongue ventured upward, lavishing his most intimate recesses. Despite Oga's utmost efforts to suppress any audible response, a symphony of moans inexplicably escaped his lips, revealing his enraptured state to all within earshot.

Before long, a moist sensation stealthily infiltrated Oga's nether regions, effortlessly breaching his weakened defenses.

In spite of his valiant resistance, a series of spasmodic contractions overtook his muscles, culminating in an overwhelming release that heralded a profound sense of liberation.

"Move on to the next act," Gayle uttered softly, as the bowl before her gradually filled to the brim. Her duty beneath the table had drawn to a close, and as she gracefully made her exit, the covetous gazes exchanged among these ladies silently spoke volumes of their shared desire.

Not long after, Sage's bosoms, immersed themselves in a lavish bath of fragrant oil, cascading effortlessly upon the sturdy back of Oga.

It was as if they were tenderly priming the flesh, preparing it for the epicurean symphony that lay ahead.

The pinnacle of exquisite delight resided within the melodious cadence of her utterance, delicately murmuring into his receptive ears, while her exposed bosom cradled his form with tender grace.

Sage, in sporadic moments of transcendence, bestowed minuscule kisses upon the expanse of his neck, alleviating his burdened strain. With deft dexterity, she applied profound pressure upon his fatigued back, causing Oga to ascend to an ethereal realm of unblemished euphoria.

Sage initiated another round of oil application, commencing with a prolonged gliding stroke upon Oga's lower back, punctuated by intermittent kneading of each individual muscle for no less than a minute.

She then ascended, targeting his dorsal muscles with a deliberate hacking motion, gradually amplifying the pace with each passing second.

For an additional span of two minutes, the kneading persisted upon the femoris muscle, eliciting from Oga a low, sporadic moan of gratification.

Sage's hands, gliding across his backside, ventured to give a gentle squeeze to his posterior, evoking a subtle sensation of pleasure.

As her engorged bosom brushed against his back, already saturated with her essence, she whispered sweet nothings into his ears, endeavoring to calm his restless mind.

Occasionally, she indulged in a playful nibble of his earlobe, heightening the sensory experience. This harmonious interplay continued uninterrupted for a substantial duration.

"Undoubtedly the finest," proclaimed Oga gracefully, descending from the table. At that moment, all weariness and ache dissipated into the ether, leaving him revitalized and renewed.

"Lord Oga, you shower me with excessive adulation," Sag humbly replied, a subtle gleam of delight gracing her countenance. The sheer magnitude of Oga's praise held a significance beyond his comprehension.

As Nylah made her way toward them, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would come next. With a sly smile, Nylah whispered, "The only meeting you're going to have is blowing out my back," as she grabbed hold of Oga's manhood. "Don't disappoint!"

The charged atmosphere in the room was palpable as Nylah's words hung in the air. Covert glances were exchanged as the trio.

"Just stand right there," said Nylah, not letting go of the prize in her hands.

It took mere seconds for both her pick to be made, but a rather shocking result, that made these ladies green with envy.