Quomor even made one or two grunts as he was treated that way. He kept sliding into her mouth, not to surprised that she could swllow him so deep. He had his experiences, although not all of them were so enjoyable.
"That was the last time I threatened you, fail to follow a command and you will find yourself being punished."
He had rested his hand on her knee and as he spoke he slowly slid it up over her inner thigh, stopping short of touching her mound. He gave her leg a squeeze and stood back to look her over, she was really something to behold.
Verialyn just kept her steady rhythm, bobbing up and down, feeling his manhood slide into her mouth, stretching her palate, grating against her tongue and filling her fully before it withdrew, over and over again. With his hand on the back of her head urging her on she was wondering for a moment who was the slave now, but she did not really care.
She continued this way, lost in her trance, just wondering how much longer it would take for him to come.
Phyliss looked up to him and said very softly and shy :"Phyliss".
She parted her legs a little, as she felt his hand on her knees, wondering what would happen now.
Quomor did come without any warning, just squirting out while he made a little gasp. His seemen flowed like someone had opened a champagne bottle, just thick, white and salty.
Phyliss wondered if she should resist, but she found herself getting on her hands and knees already. She stayed on the bed, but turned her backside to him as he had ordered.
By now the spit have dried from his cock and he was in no mood to prolong teaching this slave her manners. He stepped closer and using one hand guided the head of his cock to her entrance, slipping into her and pushing forward he slid deeper into her moist cavern. He pushed deeper, feeling her opening to him as he slid deep into her, even if her words and actions seemed to not want him inside her, her pussy didn't fight him at all. Gripping her hips he started to powerfully thrust his dick inside of her, reveling in the sensations as they coursed through his body from his groin.
Phyliss squeaked as she felt him entering, and she did not fake it. It just felt great to get done that way. but of course she would not tell. So she kept squeaking at each thrust he made, feeling his bick cock gliding into her, well lubricated by her fluids.
Verialyn drew back just a little as she felt the telltale pulses running through his dick. That way only part of his head was in her mouth when he finally unloaded, and she did her best to swallow as much of his sperm as she could, frantically trying to keep up with his loads. He tasted interesting, and definitely not bad.
After what seemed like an eternity his ejaculation finally stopped, and Verialyn sank back. She had managed to catch most of his, only a few drops running down her chin, as she looked up at him "Am I mistaken, or has it been a bit since you have last been with a woman?"
"If I do renember correctly, I could have been a month." he said again in his typical way, but this time he added: "But I must admit, it wasn't that nice tlike today."
He had to admit that he quite enjoyed those squeaks she made, it sounded so much more entertaining than the most moans and groans he had heard over the years. He increased his pace, grinning in pleasure at the sounds she made, oh she was really excited, bu like he said he was going to fuck her in the ass first.
Slipping his cock out of her warm, wet confines, he grasped it at the base and pushed it up against her sphincter, wasting little time he started to force his cock into her ass, feeling her body resist, but he kept on pushing, using his grip on her hip to pull her back towards him, feeling his now lubricated cock slowly inching it's way into her.
Phyliss squealed as he forced his cock into her tight anus. He was only lubricated by her own liquids, and his size and her tight entrance made it painful. He hold her hips so close that there was no way to escape the penetration. She tried to beg "slow...slow.." but the words got lost in her squealing. She stared in her own reflection on the mirror; her snakes waving extended around her head, her eyes round and widened, showing her yellow iris, pain in her face, her mouth round and open. She clenched her hands into the bed, while her breast touched the bed. She could not see her raised butt, because her snakes blocked the sight of it, but she felt him deep inside, and it seemed he would go deeper and deeper, without an end. "Soon his cock must come up my throat." she thought.
"Oh, it is quite simple, sort of. You see, working on your genital with my mouth was quite entertaining, but it has not brought me to orgasm, for understandable reasons. How long do you think you will need to recover?"
Verialyn moved closer to him, until their naked thighs touched each other. She turned her head to look at him and asked "You said a gentle touch will help you along, let me see what I can do for you in this regard." With these words she reached over between his legs and closed her slender fingers around his limp but still impressive shaft, slowly starting to caress it.
"But maybe the time will pass quicker if you would have some interesting story to tell? Your life could not have been that boring, now could it?"
Oh the gorgon was tight alright, much tighter than he had thought, grinning he kept pushing deeper, enjoying each sound as it came from her, she seemed to enjoy it, even if it seemed like she was hurting. Moving his hand from his shaft, his fingers sought and found her wet pussy, slowly slipping a finger inside, he sought that little rough spot, the one that seemed to turn females of all types in quivering masses of pleasure, he found it and started to rub his finger firmly over it. He managed to twist his hand in a way to reach her clit and with some pressure started to rub it as well.
Pulling back he thrust back into her, going slow for now as he didn't really want to hurt the slave, but he had also promised her mistress that he would not do her lasting harm. Keeping his finger manipulation of her nerve endings, Gor started to slowly thrust inside the half-gorgon, his groin pressing up against her round bottom as he filled her. The muscle contractions to still try and force him out felt fabulous on his shaft.
Phyliss buried her head into the cushions, but it could not muffle the squeaks and squeals she made. Now with his fingers working her, it couldn't get much better, despite the pain of being stretched that way. Still, there was some proud in her left, that kept her from screamin out how much she wanted to be used and degraded by this big human.
Quomor laid down on his back, his arms folded under his misshapen head. His cock grew slowly, but it would come back to full size.
"My life is not so spectacular, I fear. I do not renember my parents. I grew up as a boy in the house of a very, very old witch. I guess she was hundred of years old, if stories were true. She was so powerful that she even survived the plots of some mighty wizards and had outlived them. She tried to teach me magic, but found out that I was a hopeless case. But she kept me not for the thing that you might think off, because that was of no interest for her, but because I seemed to be immun against all kind of magic. Her enemies tried to put all kinds of spells on me, but none of them worked. Sadly, she did die after all, but not of violence. Even the peasants didn't dare to attack her, but I must say that she never was a really evil person, and I don't think she did any harm on anyone undeserved. But without her and her magic protection I would have been defenseless, so I run away in the night, hiding and often stealing my food. Finally I was caught, and I played the poor, miserable imbecile. So I was not hanged, but just humilated and beaten and sold for a song to a slavetrader, who soon found out that I was not that dumb at all. And then I started to be sold."
Verialyn listened intently. She had not expected him to narrate that much, and was pleasantly surprised, her hand only very softly , almost automatically, working his member all the time, with her almost unaware of it. That he had a high immunity to magic was also good to know, and another reason to make him interesting.
As he had finally ended, Verialyn spoke up: "That does not sound like a particularly happy life. I assume you enjoyed it as long as you were with that witch, but afterwards probably less so. Say, if I may ask bluntly, do you still have any ambitions, anything you are longing for, which would make you happy?"
His thrusts was now picking up in pace as his fingers continued their own assault on her clit and g-spot. He almost chuckled at her continued squeaking, seemed like once you got the little slave going she didn't seem very reluctant to continue.