Harem app

Third person POV

The door swung open silently under Karen’s trembling hand, revealing a scene of debauched heat.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and expensive perfume. In the center of the massive bed, Liam reclined as a king.

Karen saw as her mother, Antonieta, was riding his huge cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her body rocking with a frantic, desperate rhythm.

Sophia was curled at his side, her lips tracing the lines of his chest, while Charlotte knelt between his legs, her head bobbing in his lap with a wet, rhythmic devotion.

They were animals. And he was their master.

All movement stopped as Karen stood in the doorway, a ghost in her own home. Liam’s eyes, dark and gleaming with amusement, found hers over her mother’s shoulder.

He didn’t push Antonieta away; instead, he gripped her hips tighter, forcing her to continue her ride.

”Well,” Liam’s voice was a lazy drawl, cutting through the symphony of moans. ”Look what the cat dragged in. Changed your mind, princess?”

”Yes, I will be your slave,” she said with an annoyed tone. ”So make it all stop, I can’t take it anymore. You won.”

Antonieta’s eyes fluttered open, a haze of lust clearing as she noticed that it was her daughter standing there. Even so, she didn’t stop moving.

”Liam, darling, don’t tell me you’re considering this?” she purred, her voice husky and obscene. ”After she said no to you? After she disrespected you? She can’t just walk in and say it with such an arrogant tone.”

Sophia lifted her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. ”Yes, she has to earn it. She is not worthy of being your slave at the moment.”

”Please...” Karen’s voice was a broken whisper, her eyes fixed on Liam, trying to ignore the nightmare of her mother’s naked form. ”I... I’ll do it. I’ll be your slave. I will do anything.”

Liam just watched, his expression unreadable, his fingers digging into Antonieta’s big ass, as he forced his dick deep inside her.

”Fuck!!!” She moaned loudly, feeling a climax take over her. Then she leaned her head towards Karen. ”Words are cheap, little girl,” Antonieta sneered,

Her pussy clenched around that man’s huge cock as she was ready for more. Then he grabbed his shoulders, grinding down on him harder, as if to emphasize how to really serve a man.

”If you want to be his slave, then beg like one. Not like a princess asking for a favor. Get on your knees and crawl. Crawl over here and lick the sweat from my thigh while I ride your master.”

Karen’s stomach lurched. The vulgarity from her own mother’s words was a physical blow.

Charlotte pulled away from Liam’s lap with a wet pop. ”Oh, that’s a good start,” she giggled, wiping her mouth. ”But she needs to be more specific. Tell him exactly what you want to be, Karen. What you are.”

”Y-yes...” Karen choked out, sinking to her knees. The cold hardwood floor was a stark contrast to the fire of her shame. She began to crawl, each movement an agony. ”I’m... I’m your slave...”

”Louder!” Sophia commanded, her voice sharp. ”And tell him what you want to do. What is your only purpose in life?”

Karen reached the foot of the bed, tears streaming down her face. She was so frustrated, but she couldn’t do anything to resist.

”I want... I want to be your cocksleeve,” she sobbed, the words tearing her throat raw. ”My only purpose is for you to use my holes whenever you want!”

Antonieta laughed, a high, breathy sound that mixed with her moans. ”Still too proud! You think you deserve to be a ’cocksleeve’? That’s a privilege. First, you have to be his footstool. Crawl under the bed right now. I want to rest my feet on your back while he fucks me.”

”And you should thank us,” Charlotte added, her eyes glinting. ”Thank us for letting you even be in the same room. Thank Sophia for the air she breathes that you get to inhale. Thank your mother for the cunt that bore you, which is now being used so much better than it was to create you.”

The degradation was a tidal wave, each suggestion more vile than the last, chipping away at the last fragments of her soul.

”Tell him you’re lower than the dirt on his shoe,” Sophia whispered, her hand stroking Liam’s arm possessively. ”Tell him you’re jealous of the toilet seat he pisses on because it gets to touch him and you don’t.”

”I’m lower than dirt!” Karen wailed, pressing her forehead against the floorboards by the bed. ”I’m jealous of everything that touches you! Please, Master Liam, let me be your thing! Let me be your footstool, your ashtray, your toilet if you want! Just let me belong to you!”

Liam finally spoke, his voice a low, resonant rumble of pure power. ”You hear that?” he said to the women around him. ”She’s offering to be my toilet. Would any of you do that for me?”

”In a heartbeat, Master,” Antonieta gasped, her movements becoming frantic.

”See, Karen?” Liam’s eyes burned into her, filled with a dark, sadistic joy. ”Even your mother understands devotion better than you. But I’m feeling generous.”

He pushed Antonieta off him, not gently, and she fell to the side with a gasp. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing before Karen in all his terrifying, glorious nudity. He was hard, gleaming with the combined wetness of the three women.

For some reason, seeing Liam’s naked body began making her extremely horny; her eyes couldn’t leave his huge cock. It was almost as if it had a magnetic attraction.

Even feeling so humiliated and angry, her nipples were getting hard, and her pussy was wet. Why was this happening to her? Unable to understand her own mind anymore, Karen was on the breaking point.

She was completely oblivious to the fact that Lilith’s powers were making her feel a level of horniness that was not natural for that moment.

”If you do everything I order, I will let you have peace,” Liam said with a sadistic smile, as his real revenge would begin.

”Yes, please, I will do anything,” she answered eagerly. At this point, she was desperate to make it all stop.

And she was also expecting him to order her to do perverted things, and feeling so horny, she kind of wanted it.