The viscount's cries grew louder as he watched his wife, the love of his life, being used so roughly by their enemy.
Julian's eyes remained locked on his with a sadistic glint in them as he enjoyed the spectacle of his despair.
The viscountess gagged and her eyes watered as she took him deeper. Julian's other hand cupped her chin, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in a slow rhythm.
Julian's balls slapped against her chin with every thrust, the sound echoed throughout the room.
Julian's grip on her hair grew tightened as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth but she did not pull away. Instead, she took it all, her cheeks hollowing as she did her best to fulfill his demand.
The viscount watched, his eyes never leaving the scene of his wife's degradation.
Julian's breath grew ragged, his eyes fluttering shut as he approached his climax. The viscountess could feel the tension in his body, the way his cock swelled in her mouth. She knew he was close, and she braced herself for what was to come.
Julian's hand tightened on her head, and he thrusted into her one final time as he released his cum inside her mouth.
Her eyes never left her husband's as she felt Julian's cum fill her mouth. Her jaw ached, but she did not swallow. Instead, she held his cum in her mouth, to her it was like a final act of rebellion.
Julian pulled out her mouth, panting heavily. His cock glistened with her saliva and his own cum.
Julian opened his eyes and looked down at her. His grin faded as he saw the defiance in her gaze. He knew she was not truly broken. This just fueled his desire to crush her completely.
Without any warning, he pushed his cock back into her mouth as it filled her throat again. He held himself still, forcing her to take all of him. His eyes locked onto hers as he watched the struggle in them as she tried to resist swallowing his cum.
But the viscountess knew she had no choice. With a silent and furious gulp, she swallowed his cum.
Julian's grip on her hair loosened slightly as he took his cock out of mouth.
"Good girl," he murmured, patting her head like one would a well-trained pet.
The viscountess's eyes flashed with anger, her teeth clenched. She knew this was only the beginning of her torment.
"Is she not beautiful like this, Viscount?" Julian said as he gestured to the viscountess's cum-covered face.
The viscount's gaze was of pure anger and hatred, and if looks could kill, Julian would have died thousand times over and over.
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Julian then made his way to his bed with a smile on his face.
"Crawl here," Julian commanded as he pointed to the spot in front of him.
The viscountess's heart raced, but she knew she had to comply. With a heavy heart, she got onto all fours and began to crawl towards him.
"Now, get naked," Julian said.
She looked at her husband, his eyes a storm of pain and anger. He gave her a small nod and she knew he wanted this to end as much as she did.
With trembling hands, the viscountess began to undress her gown. It pooled around her, revealing her corset and a skirt. She unhooked the corset with trembling hands.
The viscountess's breaths grew shallow as she exposed her breasts to Julian. His gaze was of pure lust as it travelled over her body. She knew that he reveled in her discomfort, in her vulnerability.
Her skirts were next, the heavy fabric slipping down her legs to reveal her stockings and garters.
Julian's eyes immediately wandered to her pussy that was hidden by a single, thin fabric.
The viscountess felt a blush rise to her cheeks despite the situation.
With a flick of her wrists, she removed her stockings. She took a deep breath and slowly lifted the chemise over her head, letting it float to the ground.
The viscountess then stood before him, her body naked and trembling with a mix of fear and anger.
Her large breasts swayed slightly with each breath she took. Her nipples were rosy and her pussy was pinkish white, ready to be explored.