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The Hresvelg girl had been reduced to a stuttering mess by a month in the rat-infested Arianrhod dungeons. The Riegan boy's throat was ruined from screaming, the better to keep that mouth of his silent. Lambert's little whelp was holding fast to the last scraps of his dignity. It was desirable, but not necessary, to keep Dimitri's mind intact, but in the interest of expediency she could forgo it. Cornelia had a laboratory to run and did not have unlimited time, energy, and gold with which to break royal brats with interesting Crests.
Edelgard and Claude lay sleeping naked in a cell together with Dimitri, who sat against the back wall glowering at Cornelia with his one good eye. She'd have taken the other one, but torture was just less fun when they couldn't see what was coming and dread it appropriately.
"Don't be so dramatic, Dimitri," she said. "I'm just here for a visit. How are my little vermin doing today, hmm?"
She crouched down beside the cage and prodded at the bottom of Edelgard's foot with her wand. That was always good for a bit of a laugh. Edelgard jolted awake with a shriek and flew to the back of the cage, where she huddled, shaking, seemingly insensible to the way Dimitri's arm went around her shoulders.
Dimitri shifted his head so that his shaggy blond hair covered his eyes and obfuscated his expression. Careful not to jostle his pitiful caged cock, he reached out with his free arm to wake Claude. Claude blinked sleepily, took in the situation, and also sat next to Dimitri, as though Dimitri could protect anyone in his current state.
"Now that you're all awake for me," Cornelia said, "I have a little surprise for you."
"Wow, thanks," Claude rasped. "Great."
Perhaps, Cornelia thought idly, she had ought to surgically remove his vocal cords. That would be much more effective than relying on him to learn to shut up. That was an amusement for another day. Today's was far more pressing.
She tossed a tiny silver key into the cell. Claude's sharp gaze followed the key's arc. Edelgard flinched from it and buried her face in Dimitri's arm; the pose exposed her ruined cunt to Cornelia's gaze. Dimitri ignored the key and continued to glower through the bars.
"It's a very special day for all of you!" Cornelia said. "Take Dimitri's cage off."
They stared at her, dumb and uncomprehending. Dimitri had simply ripped the cage off the first time Cornelia attempted it; Cornelia had had Claude and Edelgard beaten to unconsciousness before him as a punishment. Today, Edelgard was the one who finally scuttled forward for the key, like the little whore she was. Her tiny hands shook as she fumbled with the lock and removed the cage, and once Dimitri's cock flopped free of the device she stared fixedly at it. Claude's interest was subtler, but not very.
"Does that feel better?" Cornelia asked.
Once again, they did nothing. It was Cornelia's own fault that she'd made them all so docile and useless. Still, she'd had no other recourse. As a united front, they'd been entirely too clever for their own good. Humans were disposable, but after a while it became very expensive to replace dead guards.
"If you don't answer, I'll take out the rest of your eyes," she said. "Nothing I want from you requires you to be able to see!"
"It feels better," Dimitri ground out. He fisted his flaccid cock and gave it an aggressive stroke in Cornelia's direction. This proved to be a bit too much for him, because he shuddered and cringed immediately afterward.
"Thank me," said Cornelia. "Tell me how kind and good I am to free you."
"Thank--thank you," stammered Edelgard, before Claude could say something rash or Dimitri could threaten to do something foolish like pull Cornelia's spine out through her ears. "Thank you, Lady Cornelia."
There was nothing more delicious than reducing proud humans to mindless wrecks. Dimitri continued stroking his cock. Edelgard looked nervously between said cock and Cornelia. Claude tried to look calm and unaffected.
"Claude, get Dimitri hard," she said. She drew another key from her chatelaine and opened the cell. "Edelgard, service me."
Edelgard crawled to her on all fours, just as she was trained. Dimitri refused to take his hand off of his own cock, even with Claude nosing and mouthing at his balls. This human business of sex was entertaining, but so unhygienic; still, their neuroses around it never ceased to entertain. Agarthan reproduction was accomplished in a much tidier fashion and without all the noises and accumulated fluids.
What Edelgard lacked in skill she made up in desire not to be sent back to the dungeons. Cornelia settled back against the bars of the cage, watching Claude and Dimitri jostle for position.
Claude took the head of Dimitri's cock into his mouth. Dimitri grunted and attempted to pull back. Cornelia had had the three of them do all manner of depraved things to one another and he was still bashful at getting his cock sucked. He held his hands up over his head, fists clenching and unclenching, before he finally gave in and thrust into Claude's mouth with a desperation born of weeks of denial. Claude gagged around him, coughing, spit dripping down his chin and chest.
Dimitri, not satisfied to merely pull Claude's hair, took Claude's entire head between his hands and moved it on and off his cock. His groans were animal and vicious, and quickly his hair darkened with sweat and stuck to his forehead in such a way that it revealed the wreck of his eye and the scars around the empty socket. Cornelia had her pets exercised daily, for their enrichment and her amusement, and none of Dimitri's muscles had wasted in captivity--the effect as he fucked Claude's throat was very like one of his idiot barbarian ancestors violating a captive. This was such a primitive way of going about it. It was so much more delicious to violate one captive by having him violate another. The consequences for disobedience, and for failing to put on a good show, were varied and severe.
"Now, now, don't come yet," Cornelia said, after only a few seconds of Dimitri fucking Claude's throat. "If you come, it will be the cage for a month."
Dimitri let out a hoarse shout and shoved Claude backward off his cock with such force as to send Claude sprawling on the stone floor of the cell. He stood, panting, his forehead beaded with perspiration, his shoulders hunched, and his enormous cock red and glistening with spit.
"Hmm. I'm going to give you a choice, Dimitri," said Cornelia. Edelgard paused in her exertions to listen, and Cornelia gave the back of her head a hard swat. "Before I cage you again, would you like Claude to fuck you, or would you like to fuck me?"
His gaze moved between Cornelia's tits, Edelgard with her face buried between Cornelia's legs, and Claude's half-hard cock. After so long being denied, his desire to shove his cock into a hot, wet hole warred visibly with his hatred for Cornelia. On another day Cornelia might have offered Edelgard's cunt, which she made sure to tighten magically between encounters so she didn't become too used to the incredible range of things Cornelia put inside her; but Dimitri hadn't been quite that good, and Edelgard was so agreeably occupied, besides.
"Claude," Dimitri said at last.
"Hmm?"
"Claude. Fuck me."
This he addressed to Claude himself as Claude was getting up.
"Turn around, present your hole to him," Cornelia said. "Must I direct the entire encounter, or can the two of you figure it out yourselves?"
"I think we can manage, thanks," said Claude. His voice cracked on manage.
Dimitri got down on his knees and reached behind himself, spreading his ass wide. He dipped a finger inside his own ass, then another, tentative. The magnificent muscles of his upper back were tense. The tender nape of his neck still had bitemarks on it from the last time Cornelia lent him out to a visiting noble.
Claude stroked himself to full hardness. Claude's body was not so unruly that he fell on Dimitri like a starving animal, but neither was he unaffected, and he fingered Dimitri's ass roughly, spitting in it twice and apologizing for his crudeness.
He needn't have bothered. She'd done a bit of alteration to Dimitri's body to make him a better whore--the same spell that tightened Edelgard's holes made Dimitri's perpetually loose and accepting. She'd tested him extensively for sensitivity and capacity alike, and it gave her the opportunity to collect enormous quantities of semen from which to extract and refine his Crest. She'd gotten rid of his gag reflex as well; bound and leashed properly, he made an excellent reward for deserving subordinates. (After her tenure in the dungeons, Edelgard was too delicate and quite frankly too uninteresting a fuck to be loaned out with any regularity, and the modifications never took with Claude.)
When Claude's hips hit Dimitri's ass with a hard slap, Dimitri arched his back and moaned in such obvious pleasure and rage that Cornelia nearly understood what humans liked in this whole messy business. This was a breakthrough. She needed a better view. She shoved Edelgard aside by the head, stood, and circled Dimitri and Claude.
There was nothing to catch her eye now. If she'd seen Dimitri's ass being ploughed once, she'd seen it a hundred times. Claude was ungentle and rushed, and did not pause even once to spit in Dimitri again. Dimitri took it all like a good boy. Dull! What Cornelia needed to see was that honest rage again.
"Up," Cornelia said, nudging at Dimitri's chin with the tip of her shoe.
Her pets obeyed immediately. Dimitri's entire front was exposed to Cornelia, and he kept his head up proudly, staring past her at the bars of the cell. Claude's thrusts became labored because of the difference in their heights, but he persisted.
What to say, what to say to enrage Dimitri. She'd seen him angry over and over, indignant, humiliated and ashamed, gagging on cocks and smothered by cunts, but never quite so furious as he'd just been. The cage on his cock was a part of it, to be sure. It was a relatively new innovation in Cornelia's repertoire of sufferings, really--she'd caught her three little vermin at their business one too many times. She didn't have the facilities for breeding experiments yet, nor did she have another, sturdier female Crest-bearer. Dimitri could be further modified, of course....
What to say.
She lifted his chin up and examined his pretty face.
"I should have been your stepmother, you know," Cornelia said, turning his head this way and that.
Dimitri's eye fixed on Cornelia's face.
"That was the plan all along--to make me regent," she went on. She sighed. She'd had to make due with manipulating Rufus instead. "If Edelgard's slut mother hadn't gotten in the way, what a king I would have made of you... or perhaps I would have put you to better use. This, for example!"
That did the trick. Dimitri's face blackened with rage at the same moment as Claude reached around his body to stroke his cock, and Dimitri, who was so sensitive and so long denied, made a sound as though he'd been punched in the chest and came all over Cornelia's shoes.
"Revolting," she said. "Clean it up, you filthy little sow. And then it's back into the cage for you."
Something broke in Dimitri. His eye widened and his voice came out low and tremulous:
"No," he said, trembling. "No--please, Cornelia, I beg of you. Not again. I can't bear it." With Claude still pounding his ass, he went down on his forearms and licked his own semen off of Cornelia's shoes, then all the droplets that had gotten on the filthy stone floor as well, looking up at her as best he could the entire time.
What a swift, delicious change! She did not have the time to plumb Dimitri's depths, not when Claude was doing so admirably, but she made a face as through she was seriously considering his pleas.
"Oh, yes, Claude, feel free to come," she said, after some time. "Fill Dimitri up, and stay inside until you're soft."
Claude did so. He always did his best to come silently.
With Claude still inside him, Dimitri's cock was hard again. It was one of the many qualities that made him such an exceptional toy. She leant down and slapped his balls, dug her sharp nails into them, until he screamed and was soft, and clasped the cage back onto his cock before he could protest.
"We'll do this again, darlings," Cornelia said, surveying the mess she'd made of the three of them: Claude, visibly disgusted with himself; Edelgard, dumb and staring, still on the ground where Cornelia left her; and Dimitri, now wrathful once more, eyeing Agarthium bars he knew he couldn't bend. Excellent! She hadn't quite broken him yet. "Now, Dimitri and Claude, say goodbye, and thank me for such a lovely time."
"Goodbye," Dimitri and Claude chorused as one. "Thank you."
How gratifying, to have such well-trained humans at her service! Cornelia turned on her heel and left them. In a month, she'd take them out and play with them again.