86 Revenge is a Dish Best Served with Mind-Boggling Rods and Pheromones Part 2, R-18 (1/2)

Nonchalantly, Konrad stood up, stretching his arms and neck while heaving a contented sigh.

He then returned his attention onto the inquisitress whose yearning eyes were still locked on him.

*SMACK*

”AAAAH!”

The blow came out of nowhere. One moment Konrad was still giving the inquisitress a gentle smile, the next he was giving her a violent slap across the right cheek.

Taken by surprise and thrown off balance, she was about to fall onto the ground when he pulled her by the collar and brought her close toward him for another resounding smack across the other cheek.

This time, he let her drop onto the ground.

The inquisitress looked at him with a strange gaze where a mixture of pleasure and pain intermingled. Odd, getting slapped by him felt so natural, so good, yet so painful at the same time. She offered no resistance, feeling that there was no meaning to it.

”You know, I really don't like harming women. Even when they wrong me, I rather just fuck them. The sight of an injured beauty truly hurts my soul, for it is such a waste.

Especially the face, so heartbreaking…”

Konrad sighed while grabbing a tuft of the inquisitress' hairs.

”However, you really got on my nerves. I dare say this is the first time I've been this annoyed by a woman. Tying me upside down while keeping a saw at my back? Infecting my body with essence gnawing bugs? Readying yourself to shove a pear-shaped torture device into my rear? What do you think this is? The Spanish Inquisition?”

”The…Spanish? There is a Spanish Inquisition? Why did I never hear of it?”

*Smack*

”Aaaargh!”

Konrad shut her up with another well-timed circular palm strike, then cleared his throat.

”Hum, hum. Never mind…fortunately, I have some use for you. Otherwise, I'd beat you until your broken flesh and blood littered the ground.”

For some reason, the nefarious thought produced a titillating reaction within the inquisitress' abdomen. Konrad, who could clearly see her imagination kindled by his words, wondered if he hadn't gone a tad bit too far.

”In any case…”

He pressed her onto her knees, bound her hands with the cultivation suppressing cuffs before pushing her face against his crotch while still tugging on her hairs.

”Mhm…”

The scent of the meat-rod hidden beneath his pants spread to the inquisitress' nostrils and heightened her hunger. But held within his hand, and eager to receive his unrestrained oppression, she didn't dare make a move.

”Use your teeth to untie my belt and take down my pants.”

Konrad ordered, and immediately, the inquisitress executed. Awkwardly, she bit the corner of his belt, tugging onto it and dragging with the full might of her jaw to pull it down in one stroke. When that stroke failed, she went at it again, disregarding the safety of her neck in her attempt to unstrap the belt.

Having her arms bound beneath her back didn't make it any more comfortable, but after the seventh attempt, she did manage to pull it down. With the belt holding them out of the way, Konrad's pants were ready to slide down his thighs.

”Pull them down.”

Still with her teeth, she bit the waist and with a strong pull dragged the pants down in one clean stroke, causing Konrad's large, hardening shaft to spring free and lightly slap her face as she raised her head.

She didn't move, keeping her cheek pressed against his still hardening member as her eyes glazed with lust. The sight and scent filled her with the need to swallow it all in one go.

Now fully erect, Konrad's rock-hard dick pushed the inquisitress' cheek aside to tower above her face.

An indiscreet gulping sound echoed from her throat as she stared at the unholy marvel in front of her and restrained her saliva from escaping her lips.

Konrad flashed a wolfish grin, clasping his hands around her head.

”Open wide.”

Answering his command, she opened her lips as wide as she could while sticking out her tongue to invite and accommodate her ”new friend.”

Konrad pressed his shaft against her tongue, then shoved it down her throat in one brisk hip stroke. Since this was punishment, he would naturally make her suffer.

The inquisitress gagged on his dick, struggling to gasp for air, but he paid her no consideration, holding her head firm within his hand to hammer her throat with firm thrusts.

Slurping and gulping sounds soon filled the air as her saliva dripped on the ground, and her eyes went wide from fright. Although her nose still allowed her some breathing space, the speed at which Konrad drove his large rod down her throat threatened to knock her out.

At the same, the pain of being so recklessly abused further moistened her inner thighs. Konrad then pinched the inquisitress' nose, causing her to lose all breathing space and to instinctively gasp for air, thus, sucking him deeper, faster down her throat and gagging harder on his dick.

”MHM!”