Chapter 98 - Three Beauties in a Bucket

"And then we’re free?" the brunette added, her voice small. Hopeful. "You promise?"

Raven’s smile was gentle. Almost kind.

"I promise," he said simply.

The redhead’s grip on the blonde’s arm loosened. Her shoulders sagged. "But what would we even... what do you want us to...?"

Before Raven could answer—

Click.

The sound was soft. Metallic. Distinct.

A lock turning.

All three women’s heads snapped toward the source.

A door.

Not a door that had been there before. Or maybe it had been, hidden in the darkness. But now it was visible. Tall. Wooden. Ornate carvings running up the frame.

And it was opening.

Slowly.

The hinges creaked.

Light spilled through the widening gap. Warm. Golden. The kind that came from expensive chandeliers.

A figure stumbled through.

Red hair. Long and wavy, cascading over bare shoulders. A black dress—tight, expensive, slightly rumpled. Heels that clicked unevenly on the floor.

Drunk.

The woman swayed as she entered, one hand bracing against the doorframe for balance. Her other hand held...

The blonde squinted.

What is that?

The woman’s fingers were wrapped around several objects. A small dildo—sleek, silicone, maybe four inches. A string of anal beads, graduated sizes, glinting in the light. A bullet vibrator. And coiled around her wrist like a bracelet—rope. Soft, purple silk rope.

The woman blinked. Her eyes adjusting to the dim room.

And then she saw.

Her gaze swept across the scene like a spotlight.

Two women on the floor. One—thick-bodied, completely naked, cum and fluids streaking her thighs, her massive tits rising and falling with labored breaths. The other—younger, professional-looking, mouth and chin covered in white fluid, eyes rolled back, unconscious.

Three other women. On their knees. Still in their work clothes. Terrified expressions frozen on their faces. Staring at someone.

Veronica’s eyes followed their gaze.

And landed on him.

"Raven Lustre," she breathed.

Her voice was thick. Slurred slightly from alcohol. But unmistakable.

Raven’s smile widened.

"So you finally came?"

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Like he’d been waiting. Expecting her.

Veronica’s crimson eyes—glassy from drink—focused on him. On his naked form sitting casually on the tile floor of her private chamber. On his cock, still half-hard, still glistening.

She swayed again. Caught herself.

And then her gaze dropped.

To her hands.

To the anal training equipment she was clutching.

Her face flushed. Deep red spreading from her cheeks down her neck.

Raven chuckled. Low and dark and amused.

"And you were preparing yourself for me, huh, Veronica?"

The words hit her like a slap.

Veronica’s mouth opened. Closed. Her fingers tightened around the dildo and beads.

"I—this isn’t—" She stumbled over the words. "I was just—"

"Just what?" Raven’s tone was teasing now. Playful. He tilted his head, purple eyes glinting with mischief. "Just planning to stretch that tight little ass of yours so you could take my cock properly?"

Veronica’s breath caught.

The three women on their knees stared. Mouths hanging open. Forgotten in the sudden shift of attention.

"You told me," Raven continued, leaning back on his palms, his cock twitching slightly as he spoke, "that you needed time to prepare. That you’d never done anal before." His gaze dropped pointedly to the beads in her hand. "Looks like you took that seriously."

Veronica’s legs trembled. The heels didn’t help. She took a stumbling step forward. Then another.

The door swung shut behind her with a soft thud.

The click of the automatic lock echoed in the silence.

"I..." Her voice was barely a whisper now. "I wanted to be ready."

The blonde was the first to move.

Her hand pressed against the tile, fingers splayed, pushing herself backward in a graceless scramble. Her pencil skirt twisted around her thighs, restricting movement, but panic gave her enough momentum to gain a foot of distance.

"I think—" Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat, tried again. "I think we’ll take our leave."

The brunette nodded so hard her glasses slipped down her nose. "Yeah. We should. Definitely should."

The redhead was already trying to stand, one heel catching on the hem of her own blazer. She stumbled, caught herself against the wall that had suddenly materialized—dark wood paneling, real and solid—and used it to pull herself upright.

All three of them moved with the jerky, uncoordinated urgency of prey realizing they’d wandered into a predator’s den.

Awkward didn’t begin to cover it.

Strange women. Naked, ruined, unconscious women. A perverted man sitting naked on the floor with his cock still half-hard and leaking. And now this drunk, powerful-looking woman with anal training gear dangling from her manicured fingers.

They were clearly victims.

This was clearly dangerous.

They needed to leave.

Now.

The blonde took another step toward the door, her breathing shallow and fast. "We’re just going to—we didn’t see anything—"

"Who are these three?"

Veronica’s voice cut through the room like a whip crack.

All three women froze mid-step.

Veronica had straightened. The sway in her posture was gone. The glassy look in her eyes sharpened into something cold and calculating. The alcohol hadn’t disappeared—her cheeks were still flushed, her lipstick still smudged—but the weight she carried, the aura of command, pressed down on the room like a hand around their throats.

She turned fully toward Raven, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised.

Raven glanced at the three women. Then back at Veronica. His smile was lazy. Unconcerned.

"Nothing," he said casually, waving a hand like he was dismissing a server. "Just got them in the mall’s bathroom." His purple eyes flicked over their trembling forms with the same interest one might give fruit at a market stall. "They looked hot enough. And they seemed to have a crush on me." He shrugged. "So I decided to test how a stranger’s pussy looks like."

The words landed like bricks.

"What?!" The blonde’s voice pitched into a near-shriek.

"No—" The brunette shook her head violently, hands coming up defensively. "We don’t like you—we don’t even know you—"

"That’s not—" The redhead’s face went nuclear red. "That’s absolutely not—"

But even as they protested, even as their voices overlapped in desperate denials, something floated above each of their heads.

Glowing. Soft. Visible only to Raven.

♡ 72%

♡ 78%

♡ 74%

Raven’s grin widened.

Veronica’s eyes narrowed. She looked at the three women—really looked at them. Took in their flushed faces. Their dilated pupils. The way their thighs pressed together even as they tried to back toward the door. The faint sheen of sweat on their skin that had nothing to do with exertion.

She rubbed her forehead with the hand not holding her toys. Sighed. A long, weary sound.

Then she walked forward.

Her heels clicked on the tile. Slow. Deliberate. Each step radiating authority.

The three women shrank back as she approached.

Veronica stopped a few feet away. Crossed her arms under her breasts, which made the already-tight dress strain dangerously across her chest. The anal beads dangled from her wrist like macabre jewelry.

"Who are you?" Her voice was firm now. Commanding. The voice of a woman who ran underground empires and bent powerful men to her will. "What are your names? Tell me."

The blonde’s mouth opened. Closed. She looked at the other two. Found no help there.

"I... I’m—my name is Sophia," she stammered, the word barely above a whisper. "Sophia Kline."

"Clara," the brunette added quickly, pushing her glasses up with a trembling finger. "Clara Mehta."

The redhead swallowed hard. "Priya. Priya Sharma."

"Good." Veronica’s gaze swept over them like a scanner. "Details. Family. Occupation. Now."