Out Foxed by Fox novel Chapter 13

Seeing the way Ella's cheeks paled at Fox's pronouncement that she still had yet to earn her dinner, Ander had to squelch down the urge to leap across the table at the man. For one, Ander was still guarded. And there were a lot more men on the other side of the table, not to mention Emilia. Jackson had pulled down the top of her dress completely and was openly fondling her breasts, tugging at the little pink nipples. She sat there, red-eyed, obviously unhappy, but compliant. Because what else was she supposed to do?

Ander knew how she felt. His helplessness was making him crazy. Although, at least Ella's pussy no longer looked so raw. Knowing that she felt better, that he'd at least made part of her situation more tenable, was a small sop to his pride.

The men holding him turned him outward so that he was facing the crowd. The little ring around his cock and balls was still snug, but not uncomfortably so. His cock had hardened just a little while he'd been fingering Ella; he hadn't been able to help it. She was so tight, so soft, and so damn beautiful when she came. Even if she hadn't wanted to, it's not like he could just stand by and let her be raped by that sadistic bastard. Not if he could help it.

He growled as they pushed him to his knees, knowing that whatever was about to happen, he was going to have to watch. Men brought Ella up to stand beside them and three men stepped forward in front of the dais, looking up at them eagerly. Ander's eyes darted around the room, but he couldn't see a clear line of escape even if he knew what lay outside the doors.

A rough hand grabbed his hair and Ander growled again, stilling slightly as he realized Fox had come around to their side of the table and was the one holding his hand. Since he was about to announce whatever it was Ella had to do to earn her dinner, Ander was going to try his hardest not to do anything to make it worse. Just like she had asked him to.

"Pet... these men have done particularly good work for me today and I think they've earned a reward. You're going to provide them with that... with your mouth."

Ella moaned and whimpered as the men on either side of her pulled her forward and down the dais, pushing her to her knees in front of the man to the far left. He grinned at her, reaching out with one hand to grab her hair and the other to loosen his pants. Seeing the way he was holding her, Ander tried to stand, to move forward to help her somehow -- he didn't know how -- only to be stopped by the grip on his hair. Instinctively he reached out to hit Fox, and then every muscle in his body seized up as a painful electrical current ran through him.

Even his lungs seized so that he couldn't cry out, couldn't shout, couldn't even curse.

Just as suddenly, it released him and he fell forward on all fours. His hearing returned in a rush, the sound of the crowd cheering and laughing the wet sloppy sounds of a cock being sucked, and a slight buzzing that seemed to be coming from somewhere inside his head. Every muscle quivered as he gasped for air, the shock fading to a tingling pain that was pricking him, slowly fading.

"Bad Toy," Fox's voice rumbled, low and close, right in his ear. Ander realized that the man was crouching next to him, close enough to grab if he could get his muscles to cooperate. If he didn't get hit with that electrical energy again. Fingers ran along the back of his neck down to his collar. "Did you think this was just for decoration? No... men like you... you need to be shown from the beginning who is in charge. You act and sometimes you do not think. You don't think about what I might do to you. Or what I might make Pet do. And so, things like this collar..." The finger hooked around the back and pulled slightly, enough to cut off some of his air and Ander jerked backward a bit. "This collar ensures that until you learn to start thinking before you act, I won't have to worry about your behavior."

No, he wouldn't. Ander felt another surge of rage and helplessness run through him. But what else could he do? He looked up.

The man who was being serviced by Ella had turned her to the side so that the crowd could see as he stuffed his cock down her throat. Her hands were on his thighs, tears trickling down her cheeks, as the man fucked her mouth roughly.

"Stop it... stop them..." he gritted out. "Just stop it."

"You can save her," Fox said. "All you have to do is take her place."

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Ella hated being grateful for anything Dr. Wolcott had done to her, but as the soldier fucked her mouth with deep, rough strokes, shoving his cock into the root before pulling it back out again, she was very grateful for the gel he'd given her that killed her gag reflex. Otherwise, she'd probably have had to throw up by now; he was using her roughly and with absolutely no concern for her other than ensuring she didn't pass out. She sucked in breath every time he pulled out of her throat, breathing through her nose frantically. Her pussy was still tingling a bit from the orgasm she'd had at Ander's fingertips, but she did her best to ignore it as unimportant.

The worst part was that this was the soldier who had seemed so nice, the one that had been encouraging when he'd helped her to the room and away from Dr. Wolcott. And now he was groaning with pleasure as he raped her mouth, the head of his cock bruising the back of her throat. She could hear the crowd's pleasure at watching, the men who said they hoped to try her out sometime soon, the women who wondered if she was as good a pussy-licker as she was a cocksucker.

And it slowly faded to just general noise as tears streamed down her face and she concentrated on breathing in between the rough thrusts.

"Ah fuck!" The soldier threw his head back, his grip tightening on her hair as he pulled her against his crotch. Her lips pressed against his hairy groin; the head of his cock lodged in her throat. Something warm and liquid spurted, and her throat worked convulsively, sucking it down into her stomach without being able to taste it because it was so deeply in her mouth.

The cum settled in her stomach, making her nauseous with the warmth that was there.

When he pulled away, she moaned and gasped for breath before finding herself being spun around on her knees.

"My turn," the man said, grinning down at her. Ella blinked up at him, she could barely see him through the tears that were clinging to her lashes. Her throat was raw and sore, and she whimpered.

"Wait." Fox's voice rang out from the dais and Ella's heart rose in uncertain hope. She looked over, to see him standing next to Ander, who was kneeling beside him. The expression on Ander's face was one of uncertainty. Fox looked down at the man kneeling beside him. "Toy, would you like to take over for Pet?"

Her throat spasmed, protesting because it was sore from the first soldier's abuse, and Ella let her head pull back while she took a deep breath through her nose. The man pressed down on her head, taking more control as he forced her fully back down on his cock. The pinching, tugging off his fingers on her nipple made her shudder as wetness began to trickle from her pussy, his thrusts into her mouth slow and steady.

For the most part, he seemed content to allow her to set her own pace, as long as she didn't take too long about it. Ella began to move faster, working her tongue over the underside of his length. She just wanted this to be over with, and the only way that was going to happen was if she made him cum. If she continued to be slow, and reluctant, it would only extend the proceedings.

Ignoring the people watching, ignoring the picture that she must look at as she began to bob her head up and down his shaft, sucking hard, she just focused on getting him to cum. Who cared if it looked like she was participating? As long as she could get this over with!

The man began thrusting back, even more, still squeezing her breast as the head of his cock battered the back of her throat. It hurt, especially after the first man had been so rough with her, but she could tell from his groans that he was getting close to cuming and she forced herself to keep sucking hard through it. The slurping wet sound filled her ears over the hum of the crowd and his encouraging groans.

Her stomach began to churn as if her body sensed his oncoming orgasm, and then he grunted and released her breast to grasp the back of her head. Shouting his pleasure, he continued thrusting as his cock began to pulse. Ella did gag now, as the bitter-sweet jets of cum coated her tongue and the back of her throat as he fucked her mouth through his orgasm. Unlike the first soldier, he was not inclined to bury himself completely while he came, and her mouth was filled with salty fluid as she struggled to swallow.

Little drops leaked out of her lips, dribbling down her chin, as he continued to forcefully thrust and batter her mouth and throat. Nausea rose as her stomach wanted to reject the fluid, but she had to swallow what she could, or else she wouldn't be able to breathe.

The man pulled her face against his stomach, burying her nose in his pubic hair, as he sent the last spurts jetting straight down her throat. His cock began to soften and shrink almost immediately, but it meant she was forced to swallow every drop of his cum still in her mouth. Very little had found its way down her chin.

Ella wasn't even sure she would be able to eat now, her stomach felt strange and sloshy with the two hot loads she'd swallowed. It made her want to go to the bathroom and throw up, not eat dinner.

The man pulled away and she wiped her chin and swollen lips with the back of her hand, panting for breath and wishing she had something that would wipe the taste of him from her mouth.

"Well, Toy? Are you going to take Pet's place?" Out of the corner of her eye, Ella saw Ander stand, moving towards the third man without even saying anything. His fists were clenched at his sides and his face held a look of absolute determination.

She wanted to tell him no, she wanted to tell him not to save her at his own expense... but somehow she couldn't get the air into her lungs. Tears stung her eyes and slid down her cheeks as Ander knelt in front of the third man, shameful relief washing through her that she was done.