The Snow Keep

“ We love the way you drip with honey, girl.” Skinner spread Arya’s thighs wide apart, letting Luton zoom in and get a clear shot of the girl’s glistening pink cunt, parting her folds and toying with her swollen clit, enjoying the pet’s desperate mewing sounds as she arched her body in reaction. “We’ll make you feel so good, slut… and the Boss will want to see you being cared for.” Damon smirked as he tilted Arya’s head back, her mouth open, tongue sliding over the Bastard Boy’s thumb, begging as any trained pet should. He let her nurse off his thickened cock while Skinner slipped his own erection inside that tight pussy, thrusting to get a good penetration on the first stroke. She moved as if in a dream, her body responding to Skinner's manipulation, his gloved hands so gentle as he touched her skin, as he moved her so easily. Arya was aware of what he could do with those hands, understood where he'd gotten the nickname of Skinner. This was a dangerous man... th...

Once inside the belly of the beast, the Dreadfort Club was a whole other world beyond the gates they had left behind. Every form of erotica, fetish, slave/master and sexualized dungeon torture was on display. Naked flesh was seen everywhere, indentured bodies, both male and female were dancing and grinding to sensual music, servicing each other or copulating for a public audience. Even more pets were tied up in various configurations, racked to tables, chained to walls or shackled to posts, submitting to whatever a club member wished to do with them. The Bastard Boys strutted through the packed club like a band of kings, smirking as several of the girls pushed out their tits or fondled themselves openly, hoping to gain their favor for the night and future encounters. To be in Lord Bolton's or his mens' good graces was a reward many fought over. Rumors even swirled about the club that exceptional performers could be transferred out to serve a Bastard Boy more persona...