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As the TV headed overlord stared into her, Charlie felt a sense of weakness wash over her. She was no fool. Anyone could see that these two were trying to pull something, and that this feeling as she stared back into Vox’s eyes, was probably related somehow. Yet, there was a sort of calm apathy she felt as well. Her surroundings began to fade out of focus as she lost herself in Vox’s eyes, the war in her own mind occupying so much of her attention, that she neglected to pay attention to Valentino’s long-winded rambling.
“Angel… time off… hotel…” Part of her, the part that could still feel concern, wanted to shift her focus back to the real matter at hand, but try as she might, she just couldn’t, until the pimp finally concluded his speech. “So, my darling princesa, what do you say?”
For a moment her heart rate picked up at the realization that she’d completely ignored the man she was supposed to be negotiating with. To be so rude goes against everything she was trying to accomplish. It would be better to just say yes and act like she knew what she was agreeing to, but no, he could’ve said anything. He could’ve asked her to give up everything she valued. Would he be smart enough to do that to her, of all people? Still, better to be rude than a fool. Better to just ask him to repeat the offer.
“Absolutely!” Charlie spoke with her usual enthusiasm, yet without intent. Panic began to overtake her. Why did she say that? Was she really so afraid of looking like a bad person that she would abandon all reason?
The gazes of both overlords immediately turned sinister, the widening of their smiles only fueling Charlie’s panic further. “Fantastic!” Valentino responded. He rose from his chair and slowly approached the princess, his gaze piercing her as she stood up in turn. Before she could say anything, the towering overlord grabbed her by the arm, bent down, and yanked her towards him for a kiss. Her panic seemed to reach its highest point as he felt his tongue invade her mouth.
Charlie attempted to shove him off with her free hand, but strangely, she couldn’t manage more than a light touch. Just as her eyes began to well up, Valentino pulled away for a moment. “I… there must’ve been a mistake. I don’t… I’m not…” She wanted to scream at him for the assault, but with her prior blunder, it was only fair to offer him a little bit of leeway while she attempted to fix her mistake.
“You seemed pretty eager a moment ago. Have you forgotten our deal so quickly?” Valentino hooked a thumb into her pants as she spoke.
Some of Charlie’s fear turned to anger at the comment. “There’s been a misunderstanding. Let me go.”
“Sorry doll. I’m not the type to go back on deals.” Valentino slipped his hand down Charlie’s pants and began massaging her pussy. “Per your agreement, I get to do whatever I want to you.”
“Let me go, right now!” Charlie repeated, trying to pull away from his grasp to no avail.
“You’re in no position to do anything. Voxie’s a miracle worker.” Panic and rage turned to shame as Charlie realized what had happened. Despite all her perceived vigilance, she still fell into their trap. Overwhelmed with shame, Charlie began to cry.
“Please, just stop!” She wailed through the tears.
“The way your pussy’s dripping for me, I’d say you love this.” Charlie’s molestation was interrupted by her assailant yanking her pants down to her knees and ripping her shirt open, leaving her body on full display. She could only summon a defeated whimper as she was shoved against the wall before Valentino kissed her again. Her every thought was begging her to quit showing mercy and fight back. Don’t bother holding back. Yet despite wishing nothing more than for this to end, she couldn’t do it. She was truly helpless.
The overlord pulled back from his prey to unfurl the wings covering his body, leaving him naked. His cock glistened with precum as Charlie stared in fear. It was clearly too big for her to take, but there would be no reasoning with him. Pinning her to the wall by her hands and neck, he forced his way into her. Charlie let out a yelp as he slammed against her cervix. She could feel his remaining hand gripping her ass as he rapidly thrust into her. In a chair behind Valentino, she could see Vox stroking his cock as he watched the Princess of Hell be violently raped thanks to his work.
Charlie tried to focus her mind on anything else, hoping the rapid pace of his thrusts meant this wouldn’t last long, but she couldn’t. The pain was too great for her mind to properly dissociate. Even worse than that was the shame. Even after they let her go, even after this is over, she would be forever ruined. She was supposed to know better. Her father hadn’t raised her to be stupid enough to get into this situation in the first place. What would he think? What would Vaggie think? Would she even believe her? Even if they did forgive her, they would never see her the same way. Better to keep things secret. Better they don’t think of her differently.
Charlie felt the hand around her neck grasp tightly, preventing her from breathing as Valentino filled her with his load. As the orgasm began to pass, he let go of the princess, causing her to collapse to the ground in a defeated and exhausted slump. The pimp’s cum slowly dripped out from between her folds. She couldn’t even bring herself to look up as Vox’s feet came into view. She could hardly react as he came all over her breasts in one last act of humiliation.
“I’ll cut down Angel’s hours, as promised,” Valentino said. His tone felt as though he was gloating over his conquest. “I’ll see you next week. You’ll be taking me and Vox. I’d start training your ass now.”