The guard's mouth left Rina's nipple with a pop, and he trailed his hand down her stomach. His calloused fingers found the slick heat between her legs, and he slid one digit inside her. Rina's eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her bottom lip. Isla felt her own body respond, a sudden, unexpected heat blooming between her thighs. The guard's eyes never left Rina's face, watching for every sign of pleasure or pain. He moved his finger with a gentle but firm rhythm, exploring her depths as if he owned them.
"Good," Mirella murmured. "Remember, the key is to make them feel like they own you. Let them take what they want, and make them want it even more."
The guard's hand moved faster, his thumb brushing against Rina's clit. She moaned softly, her hips rising to meet his touch. Then, as if to emphasize Mirella's point, he added two more fingers, stretching her delicately. Isla heard the slick sound of his fingers moving in and out of her, and Rina's moan grew louder, bouncing off the stone walls.
Next, Rina tugged at the guard's trousers. They fell to the floor with a thud, revealing his nakedness. The guard didn't flinch, his gaze locked with Rina's. Isla's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and horror. The other girls shifted uncomfortably, but none dared to look away. This was their future, laid bare before them.
Rina cupped her delicate fingers around his cock, and began to stroke it with surprising confidence. Her hand moved up and down with a rhythm that was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. The guard's smirk grew into a full smile, his eyes hooded with lust. Isla's throat felt tight, her heart racing as she watched Rina's hand work. She tried to look away, but she was transfixed by the sight of the powerful man succumbing to the will of the fragile-looking courtesan.
Mirella's voice broke through the silence. "Notice her grip, girls. Firm, but not too tight. Tease the head of his cock with your thumb." Rina did as instructed, her movements precise and calculated. "And now, watch as she brings her other hand into play."
With a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, Rina cupped the guard's balls, rolling them gently in her palm. His breath hitched, and his smile grew wider. Isla's eyes widened. The sight was both disturbing and fascinating. She had never seen a man's body react this way, and the power Rina wielded was undeniable.
Rina leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the cap of his cock. It was a slow, deliberate motion, and it sent a shiver down the spine of every girl in the room. The guard's eyes rolled back, and he let out a low groan. Mirella nodded approvingly.
Isla watched, her mouth dry, as Rina took his length into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, and the sound of wetness filled the room. Rina's eyes remained closed, her focus solely on the man before her. The guard's hands found her hair, gripping it as he guided her movements, his hips beginning to rock slightly.
The guard's breath grew ragged, and without warning, he pushed deeper. Rina gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took his cock deeper into her throat, her eyes flicking open to meet his. It was a challenge, a silent message of her willingness to submit. The guard's grip on her hair tightened, his thrusts growing more demanding. The other girls stared in shock, some of them with a hint of fascination, others with fear.
After a few minutes of this, he pulled her head away, and Rina gasped for air. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with submission. He stepped closer, his cock glistening with her saliva.
Mirella's smile was like a blade in the shadows. "You see that, girls? That's called a 'blow job'. It's the fastest way to make a man cum. And you'll all learn to do it just as well as Rina."
The room was silent. Isla felt a mix of revulsion and fascination. She had never seen something so intimate and degrading.
Mirella cleared her throat. "The next lesson is penetration," she said bluntly. "Rina, please show us how it's done. You know, this is the part where your little cherries get popped."
Rina stood, a bit wobbly on her legs, but she walked over to the bed which was in the corner of the hall with a grace that was almost eerie. She lay down on her back, her robe falling open to expose her bare skin. Isla's heart pounded in her chest. Rina looked so... vulnerable.
"Now, the first time can be uncomfortable," Mirella said, her voice a strange mix of calmness and coldness. "But fear not, it won't be for Rina but it will be for you ."
The guard approached the bed, his erection jutting out like a weapon. Isla couldn't tear her eyes away, her heart thudding in her chest as Rina laid back, her legs parting slightly. The guard climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
"Now, this position is called the missionary," Mirella explained, her voice as cold as the stone walls around them. "It's straightforward and traditional, but it's also incredibly effective in making the man feel in control."
The guard took his hands up to Rina's breasts, his rough palms grabbing them with an ownership that made Isla's stomach twist. He began to knead and squeeze, his thumbs circling and pinching the nipples until they stood erect, a stark contrast to the paleness of her skin. Rina gasped, her chest rising and falling with each breath. It was clear she was used to this, her body responding almost automatically to his touch.
He leaned down, taking one of the stiffened peaks into his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing as he sucked. The sound was wet, and it made Isla's own breasts ache in a way she hadn't expected. The other girls watched with a mix of fear and curiosity, some of them blushing, others looking away.
Mirella's voice was a purr. "See how he worships her breasts? That's the key to making them want you more. Now, watch closely as he prepares her for the main event."