to take away from the crotch and twisted from the feeling of moisture between his legs, he again sank into his chair and suddenly pulled it towards him.

- What?

- Sit down on my lap! The duke ordered. - I want to feed you, but first you need to clean these fingers. Lick them up!

- You are welcome...

But the man only silently squeezed her elbow and pushed his hand to his mouth. Unable to hide the grimace of disgust, Regina began licking her fingers one by one, feeling a salty taste in her mouth. She was disgusted to the depths of the soul. Restraining the gagging urge, she began to methodically suck her fingers. The duke’s languid, lustful gaze did not leave her lips. When the girl finished, he wiped her fingers from the saliva and reached for the bell. The servants immediately entered the dining room, carrying dishes covered with a metal lid.

- Get me out of here! The Duchess demanded, but they did not even budge in response to her order, openly ignoring the aristocracy.

- You stay to eat with us, dear. So to say, fully taste adultery for yourself and for your son.

“Highborn bastard!”

“Well, well, dear, I don’t need to remind you that the bastard in our family is your son. Yes, and from the stinking groom.

The duke reached for a slice of baked potato. Squeezing him with his big fingers, he brought it to his girlish lips.

“Open your mouth, sweetie,” the man said curtly, pressing an oily piece to her mouth.

Regina, morally destroyed by what was happening, was no longer able to resist his will and simply obeyed the order. Immediately a warm piece of well-baked potato was in her mouth. Slowly chewing on her, she turned her eyes to the lapel of her jacket, trying not to pay attention to the surrounding servants and the duchess.

“You see, my love, what an obedient slut I have,” said the duke, satisfied, never ceasing to humiliate both women. - Soon I will teach her how to satisfy her man at the highest level, improve her skills. And we will live a happy family, your naive son will not know that his children are from me, that every night I will fuck a young little wife instead of him in all holes.

- You are completely obsessed with your revenge!

“Ha-ha-ha, and my darling doesn't think so, is it really, dear?”

“Y-yes,” the girl replied stuttering, knowing full well that she was not able to resist the power of the duke, but she would bring even more mischief against her.

- Tell your mother-in-law how you like when I fuck you.

Regina flinched as she bit her lip. As if the duke had humiliated her a little. No, he had to completely trample her soul, leaving only a limp doll.

- II ...

“Let me help you, dear,” the man whispered, biting her earlobe, “repeat after me:“ I love to feel like a member of His Serene Highness rush into my vagina, reaching to the belly.

- II ... - Regina faltered, unable to utter these seditious words, - Please! She pleaded, feeling tears streaming down her cheeks.

- Repeat! The duke ordered, squeezing his bare chest tightly with his hand, which he never allowed to cover up with the strapped top of the dress.

“II love ...,” the duke squeezed his hardened nipple between his fingers and pulled him up, “feel h ... dick ...”

- Good, my, do not stop, - the man encouraged her, having started for the second breast.

“As an H member of His Grace with all my strength,” she turned her breath, holding back tears, “rushes into my ... power

- Vagina, dear. Or you can say crotch, bosom, slit. There are many words to describe your juicy flower. We will learn them all. We will taste each one by rolling it on your tongue.

- Jason, stop it! You torment not me, but this innocent child!

- She is paying for your mistakes, beloved wife. I'm waiting, Regina!

- In my lord ... vagina, reaching the womb.

- That's right, my love, right.

The duke Rendol squeezed her chin, forcing her to raise her head, and covered her trembling mouth with a rough kiss, as if it were a gift for obedience. The male tongue wielded with force in a gentle mouth, forcing Regina to weave a tongue with him. The man continued the attack until he was satisfied, and she was not forced to suffocate.

“Your Grace,” the footman's voice sounded behind them, which made Regina shrink from shame. - You asked to remind you about the meeting with Count Corton.

- Is the carriage ready?

- Yes, Your Grace.

“Forgive me, dear ones, I have to leave you,” he said pompously.

Raising Regina from his knees, he rose from his chair and straightened the bulging edge of his jacket, hiding his awakened desire beneath him. He squeezed her thin neck with his hand, and the other ran across the alluring young breast with protruding nipples and said:

- My love, go to your bed-room, finish breakfast there. And then take a soothing bath and rest. I do not know if I can visit you tonight, too many plans for the evening, but tomorrow evening we will spend together. Visit the opera. Me, you and my dear son.

Regina just nodded convulsively, pulling the rest of the corsage to cover her breasts, and quickly left the dining room. Bursting into the room, she collapsed on the bed and sobbed soberly, buried in pillows. Dirty, both physically and mentally, exhausted by the barbaric lust of the duke, still feeling his seed, flowing from the itchy womb, with cheeks burning with shame, in a tormented dress, the girl understood that this was only the beginning of her torment. Now every minute of her life in this house will be like hell. Where everything, from servants to the Duchess, is aware of her fall, and only the beloved lives in their rosy dreams under the same roof with the devil, whom he calls the father.

The quiet creak of the door made the girl shrink again. Has the duke not yet finished his violence today? Is her humiliation him was not enough?

“Milady, I will make you a bath,” her maid’s soft voice sounded, and the girl involuntarily exhaled in relief.

All that was left for her was to accept her fate and go with the flow, counting out the terrible minutes until the new appearance of the Duke of Randall.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, the duke looked at his wife, blazing with rage and hatred, with excellence.

“This time you went too far, and that could cost you dear.”

- Admit it dear, that the trumps in my hands now. Oh, by the way, don't expect your son to go home today. He and his honored father go to the men's club in the evening.

- Leave my son alone, you scum! The Duchess shouted, and in a fit of anger she tried to rise from the chair.

But her legs died off long ago, and her arms didn’t withstand the load, resting on the armrests, she collapsed into a chair again.

- Kranz! - the man called the butler, looking cheerfully at the debilitated wife, - take the duchess back to her room and make sure that nobody comes to her all day, especially my sister-in-law and even her ladyship's maid. Let him be alone, rethink his life and his actions, which led us to today.

After these words, the duke Rendol with a confident gait left the dining room, ready to carry out his plan of revenge further. After all, it was only the beginning.