I slept like a log, exhausted from my ordeal. I woke up to the sound of my cell door opening. It was Grandpa Bad Touch, the white robed healer from before.
I considered saying good morning to him, but I remembered these guys didn't like it when I talked. Grandpa crept over to me, and grabbed my foot. I watched with curiosity as he gave my foot a gentle massage.
Oh… that felt pretty good actually.
There was a shimmer of magic, and I felt the last of my soreness from yesterday heal. Shortly after, there was the shimmer of Purify magic. All the cum and nastiness on or in my body vanished. Grandpa Bad Touch gently kissed the bottom of my nicely cleaned foot, then started licking it. I watched him with an amused smile. Grandpa liked feet? Okay then. I wasn't all that into it, but I also didn't really mind if he enjoyed himself a little as a thanks for healing and cleaning me.
It tickled a bit. I had to stifle my giggles. Grandpa Bad Touch licked all over my foot, even weaving his tongue between my toes. I smiled at him and watched him enjoy himself. He smiled back, apparently liking the fact that I wasn't resisting or distressed by his molestation.
He looked at my face, and his eyes settled on my lips. Oh, he wanted a kiss? That was… a little weird. He was a bit old for me, but whatever, sure.
But he didn't want a kiss. He shuffled over to me and straddled my head, placing one knee on either side, next to my ears.
"Oh… uhh hello…" I said awkwardly, staring up at his robe-clad crotch.
Without a word, Grandpa pulled up his robe, revealing no underwear and a hard cock of moderate size, poking out from a nest of grey pubic hair. The hard cock loomed over me. I had a pretty good idea what he wanted.
"If you let me get on my knees, it'll be easier…" I suggested.
The old man settled on my face, pressing his balls against my mouth. He wanted me to be the bottom? Kay. I could take a hint.
Like a proper sex slave, I started licking his hairy old man nuts. I probably should have felt a bit more disgusted by this but… nope, not really. He was still better smelling down there than the tentacle monster was. The only part that weirded me out was his age, but aside from that he wasn't much different from the other four guys I blew yesterday. In fact, he was far more gentlemanly.
The old dude got up, moving his balls away from my mouth, and turned around, straddling my face in the other direction. He was now facing my feet. I approved of his choice. This was a much better angle for throat raping. The curve of the cock naturally bent in the right direction for deep thrusts.
I tilted my head up, and opened my mouth obediently. Grandpa Very Bad Touch, slid his dick inside. I got a lovely view of hairy old man balls, waving and slapping up against my nose as he fucked me. He wasn't the biggest gentleman, below average I'd say, smaller than any of the men I fucked yesterday for sure. It meant this was a relatively painless face rape, all things considered, more humiliating than actually uncomfortable.
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He was nice and gentle too, slowly sliding in and out of my mouth, savoring the feel of my tongue. He'd yet to say a single word to me. He was treating me like a living sex doll. In his mind, I was just a cock sleeve, a toy to play with and use at his leisure. You didn't need to ask permission to use a sex toy, or even talk to it. You just grabbed it and used it whenever and however you wanted. Sex toys were only meant to be used. It was horribly degrading, and it made me incredibly wet for no good reason.
He pulled his cock out of my throat before he managed to satisfy himself. I stared at his balls in confusion (it was the only part of him I could see from this angle.) Without a single word of warning, he shifted his hips forward. I caught a glimpse of his ugly, hairy asshole as it moved past my nose, and stared in horror as it lined up with my mouth.
"Wait, what are you- Mmff!"
Grandpa Bad Touch sat on my face. His disgusting hairy asshole kissed against my mouth. It… thankfully didn't smell like much, the old dude cleaned himself at least, probably used Purify regularly. Still… licking Lysander's butt was one thing. Girl butts were tidy and delicious, with less hair, and less… wrinkly old man grossness. Did this fucker really expect me to rim him? What the fuck!
I waited, and nothing happened. No orders, no acknowledgement, just a hairy old asshole pressed against my lips. He knew that I knew what he wanted. He had the patience of many years, and the wisdom of man who spent decades surrounded by desperate sex slaves. He expected… No… he fucking knew I would do it, didn't he? He had absolute confidence that my tongue was tasting that asshole. He was so confident he didn't even need to ask. It was a motherfucking given, wasn't it? An inevitability…
Seriously… Did he really think I was the sort of filthy, degenerate, masochistic, turbo-slutwhore who would lick an old man's ass without even being threatened or coerced to do it? He didn't tell me to lick… I could just keep my mouth closed until he got bored and left. I wouldn't be disobeying… yet he still expected me to… Fuck… Why was this turning me on so much? The stupid old man was right, wasn't he? He knew a filthy degenerate when he saw one…
So yes, I licked his ass. I licked his ass while my degradation-slut pussy coated my thighs with desperate arousal. I flattened my tongue, and licked over the entire thing. I stuck my tongue out, and teased circles around the ring, I even stuck it an inch inside him. I licked his ass, and gave him what I hoped would be the most glorious rimjob of his long, perverted life.
He reached for his cock and started jerking himself. If he enjoyed what I was doing, I couldn't tell. There wasn't a peep out of his mouth, not even a grunt of appreciation for the girl one third his age who had her tongue more-or-less-consensually in his butt.
Again, without a peep of warning, he moved his hips back, and stuffed his old man cock back down my throat. He fucked my face a little faster than before, still not enough to hurt, but rough enough to push him the rest of the way to orgasm.
"Mmm…" the old man gave a happy sigh, and released his seed inside my mouth.
He held his cock there until the throbs of his orgasm finished. Then he slowly pulled out. I swallowed, and lay on my back, a little bit dazed from the facefuck, and still a bit staggered by sheer degeneracy of the lewd act I'd just performed.
The old man climbed off me and left without even looking at me. He closed the door behind him and barred it shut. That fucker! Not even a thank you? Or what about a 'Hey Tyler, thanks for being a good girl and sticking your tongue up my ass. Maybe I'll lick your pussy too as a reward?' No? Nothing at all. He just left as if nothing had happened, as if everything was normal…