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Sometimes, Nora could be rather petty. Revenge was a dish best served cold and damn if she didn’t take the chance when she could.
“Hancock is a pretty loud sub,” she stated as casually as if she was just talking about the weather and completely ignored the spluttering sound of Hancock choking on his beer. Well, ignored it save for the grin spreading on her face.
Edward and Charon kept quiet, exchanging looks. The Cabot House was empty except for them, and after Hancock had gotten his breathing under control, you could hear a pin drop to the floor.
“I mean, he will moan and beg for more,” she continued and turned around to face her boys, lounging in the nearest armchair and looking from ghoul to ghoul, “unless you stuff his mouth, of course. Then it’s just a beautiful chorus of grunts and growls.”
Hancock, who seemed to have momentarily forgotten how to talk, found the use of his voice when he was done coughing and pounding his chest.
“Yeah, well, with the filthy things you say and do, it’s pretty hard not to,” he retaliated and subsequently made the other ghouls laugh. Hearing Charon laugh was like unlocking a master lock; rare and tough but immensely satisfying, and it always made Nora feel better.
“Please, I barely have to do anything and you’re a mess.”
“That so? I don’t believe you. You should probably show me what you’re talking about.”
That was exactly the response Nora had hoped for.
“You know what? I think I’ll let our two gentlemen experience it for themselves,” Nora said and leaned further back in the chair, resting an elbow on the armrest and propping a hand under her chin.
The expression on Hancock’s face was priceless, and what Nora wouldn’t have given to immortalize it in a picture.
“You what now?”
“You heard me, baby. A fair warning; I wouldn’t recommend letting Charon fuck your ass. You would cry.” Remembering the intense, slightly dull pain from having Charon stretch her cunt, shivers went down Nora’s spine, and while she would have loved to watch Hancock struggle and squirm to take Charon, it would probably be too much.
Charon was massive – in every aspect of the word – and Hancock was tiny. Not in every aspect of the word.
Nora looked over at said ghoul and was pleased to see him blushing. Not much, just a faint tinge of red spreading across his cheeks, but it was there, and she loved it.
“You think his mouth would take him any better?” Edward commented and relished the memory of Charon filling his throat almost painfully so.
“Hancock boasts a lot, has a big mouth. Surely there’s no better way of making him shut up,” Nora stated and looked back at Hancock who bit his lower lip and fiddled with his fingers. It was already working. He was the most adorable sub Nora had ever seen – not that she had a lot to compare with – and she loved seeing him flustered.
“Get to work, boys.”
Neither of said ghouls were late to comply. Charon came up in front of Hancock while Edward walked behind him, and Nora loved how Hancock was suddenly at a loss for words. He was practically paralyzed, but it was important to note that he didn’t look uncomfortable.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” she teased, grinning widely when the mayor shot her a glare. But before he had a chance to retaliate, Charon had claimed his mouth with his own with almost animalistic force. Hancock gave a low groan and for a moment seemed to tense, unsure how to respond, but it only took a second or two before he eagerly returned the kiss. He had to raise slightly up on his toes to do so, but that didn’t seem to bother him.
Edward, who up until now had been content with stroking Hancock’s sides, slowly started trailing his hands lower. His hands were big and rough, and he loved how the smaller ghoul shivered beneath them.
Hancock moaned softly against Charon’s lips, the harshness and ferocity of the kiss making his knees pathetically weak. He loved making out with Nora, he really did, but he could tell that this would be quite… different.
There was something animalistic about Charon, about the intensity with which he forced his way into Hancock’s mouth and pulled him firm against his chest, all of him. And god, he was practically dying to get this freak show on the road.
Edward slid his hands to the front of Hancock’s pants and undid them, keeping the flag in one hand as he worked on getting the coat and shirt off him, and once that mission was completed, he grabbed the sinewy wrists and leaned forward to growl in his ear.
“Can’t have you trying any funny business, now can we?”
Nora felt blessed to have heard that, and she couldn’t help a shaky exhale. Hancock outright shuddered and didn’t even protest as Edward snaked the flag around his wrists and tied them tightly together. The smaller ghoul tryingly wiggled his hands, tugging on the restraints, and made a content sound deep in his throat.
Now fully naked between two fully clothed ghouls, Hancock was trembling slightly, and his flayed skin had taken on a slightly pink hue. Charon changed his focus and started kissing Hancock’s neck, and judging from the sounds this elicited from the smaller ghoul, it wasn’t exactly gentle.
As Charon was busy working bruises into the sinewy neck, Edward smacked Hancock’s ass hard – this caused a simply delightful sound – and made him spread his legs to probe at his hole. The smaller ghoul inhaled shakily and managed to bite back another sound when Edward smacked his ass again with his free hand. The other gently, but surely pressed a finger inside his ass, and Hancock bit his lower lip, eyes closing slightly.
“O-Oh,” he breathed out and winced when Charon bit down particularly hard, tugging at the flesh like a vicious dog. There again, the animalistic force and ferocity.
Nora’s eyes were dark with lust as she got up to circle the three gentlemen – notice how she didn’t see them as ‘gentle men’ – watching how Edward probed at and fingered Hancock’s ass, in and out slowly but surely, making him gasp and moan throatily.
“That’s it,” she practically purred and trailed her fingers along Hancock’s ruined skin, loving how he shivered beneath her fingertips, “you’re doing so well for me, boy.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasped out and winced when Edward added another finger after having sucked and licked them thoroughly to ease some of the pain.
“See, you’re already so into it you’re calling me ‘Mistress’,” she drawled. Hancock inhaled sharply and looked away, his ruined skin taking on a deeper shade of pink.
“Don’t think you can hide from me, boy, I know what makes you tick.” Hancock nodded and swallowed heavily, moaning throatily as Edward’s big fingers hit against a particularly good spot that made him see stars. Charon let go of his throat, and Nora saw big patches of blood and torn-up skin – a sight that both disturbed and aroused her.
Lips smeared with blood, the bouncer crashed his and Hancock’s mouths together, and there was loud and distinctive growling between them, coming from both ghouls. Charon’s voice was harsher and deeper than Hancock’s gravelly, raspy one, but in the moment, it could be hard to differentiate between the two, the beastly undertones making Nora slightly worried.
But she trusted Charon and Edward with Hancock, and after their last meet, she couldn’t see any reason why she shouldn’t. Their rough treatment of her was nothing she hadn’t asked for, and even though the cigarette and knife had hurt, it had only heightened her arousal.
Thinking back got her to shiver, and she continued circling the ghouls, running her fingers along Charon’s rippling muscles and wispy hair, and along Hancock’s bony shoulders and sinewy wrists, and along Edward’s strong arms and taut ass.
“What are you waiting for, boys? He may look like it, but he’s not made of glass,” she said and smacked Edward’s ass, loving how firm it was. Immediately, the bodyguard started moving his fingers harder and faster within Hancock, pulling sultry moans and rumbling growls from his ruined lips.
He kept fingering Hancock, providing plenty of saliva as a substitution for lube, and judging from the absolutely ruined sounds Hancock let past his lips, it was just right. Meanwhile, Charon broke the kiss to ravish his neck again and pulled delightful moans and grunts from the smaller ghoul who wiggled between the two much bigger ones.
It was a beautiful sight, and Nora waltzed back to her armchair where she sat down and spread her legs obscenely wide. As she wasn’t any underwear beneath her short, black skirt, it was a sight for sore eyes, and if any of the ghouls had bothered to look up, they would have been treated to a sight of her glorious cunt, naked save for a small landing strip just above her outer lips.
But alas, Charon and Edward were busy with the mayor, and the mayor seemed to enjoy it, if his moans and trembling body were anything to go by. Occasionally, he tugged on his restraints, and it drove Nora crazy how erotic and filthy it was. It shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did, but, well, here they were.
She watched – and god, listened to – Edward and Charon use Hancock as they pleased. Charon had pulled the mayor in for another brutal, animalistic kiss while Edward kept fingerfucking him, and every sound that left the thin, ruined lips of Hancock made jolts of arousal run down Nora’s spine.
“Oh, you boys,” she whispered and moved a hand between her legs to touch herself. Hearing her voice, Hancock looked over at her, and seeing her playing with herself made him groan loudly and press himself firmer against the bouncer while the bodyguard went from using two fingers to using three.
This difference made Hancock utter a guttural sound that sounded like a choked-off moan, and Nora shivered with delight and arousal.
“You’re doing a great job, boys,” she complimented, her voice faltering slightly as she stroked her clitoris in small, sharp circles. The last word came out as a soft puff of air, and this more than anything else appeared to attract the attention of the other ghouls.
Hancock broke the kiss to rasp out an almost feeble “Mistress,” at which Nora laughed – a tad breathlessly – and beckoned him closer with a finger. He wasn’t late in complying, completely agog and nearly tripping over himself to obey her every whim.
The ghouls let him go, chuckling lowly and exchanging looks.
Hancock slumped on his knees in front of Nora and looked up at her like she was the most divine creature he had ever laid his black, glistening eyes upon, his mouth slightly agape and chest rising and sinking rapidly and eyes slightly hooded.
“Mistress,” he croaked and tugged at his restraints – no doubt he wanted to touch her, but seeing as his hands were tied together, it was a bit impossible.
“What is it, boy?” she drawled and looked down at him, an evil grin playing on her lips. He didn’t answer, simply crawled forward until his face pressed against her left thigh. The feeling of his warm and ruined skin against hers made her shiver and arch her back slightly. The smallest sigh escaped her, and her eyelids fluttered for a second.
Gods, he felt so nice! He wasn’t even doing anything, and she already didn’t want him to go anywhere. But she knew that the show must go on, and she had to play her role.
So instead of allowing herself to wallow in self-pleasure, she put a boot to Hancock’s shoulder and pushed him away just enough that his face wasn’t touching her anymore. She looked down at him, the mischievous glint reappearing in her eyes as she spoke.
“I said, what is it, boy? Use your words.”
It wasn’t like he blushed, not directly, but his flayed skin had gotten a pink tone, especially around his hollow and sunken cheeks, and by the Gods, how it suited him.
“Please, Mistress, let me--- let me pleasure you,” he croaked, and his eyes were practically begging. Nora feigned a thoughtful expression, like she really considered it, but she already knew what she wanted to get out of this; a completely debauched Hancock who were so pleasure-riddled that he barely knew his own name.
“I think not,” she therefore spoke, and the disappointment on his face was palpable.
“But,” and by this, Hancock once more looked eager and hopeful, “you know how I love seeing you get used by our two lovely ghouls here. Charon, Edward.” She snapped her fingers, and immediately, the two muscular ghouls walked towards her and Hancock. Not with the same eagerness that Hancock had displayed, but with respectable, measured steps.
“If you, Edward, please, keep fingering him, or fucking him, whatever pleases you the most, then Charon here could have my boy suck him off. How does that sound for everyone?”
Charon grinned – a truly terrifying sight for someone so massive and powerful – while Edward chuckled and nodded.
“And what do you think, boy?” Nora asked Hancock, whose cheeks took on an even deeper shade of pink. He fiddled with the flag tying his wrists together – not that he was able to untie it, and he knew this – and choked out a feeble “S-Sounds wonderful, Mistress.”
Nora’s lips turned upwards in a cheeky grin, and she left the armchair, instead gesturing for Charon to take place. The bouncer did as instructed and in turn gestured for Hancock to get closer. The mayor didn’t dawdle but scurried forward and placed his head in the bouncer’s lap.
“So obedient,” he growled, and the roughness of his voice sent shivers down Nora’s spine while it made Hancock suck in a sharp breath, letting it out in a shaky sigh.
Edward positioned himself behind the smaller ghoul, bending his knees and undoing his pants to take out his cock. Seeing it reminded Nora of when he had been abusing her throat, and she took a hand to the area, fingertips rubbing over the small cuts from Hancock’s knife. What a night it had been; one she wouldn’t ever forget.
“Is he properly prepared? Don’t want this to be an unpleasant experience.” Edward nodded.
“Yes, Mistress, he’s properly prepared,” the ghoul said and looked up at her, licking his thin lips when his eyes fell on her mouth.
Nora leaned in to kiss him. It was rough and passionate, with her teeth nipping at his lips and their tongues pressing against each other. They both let out soft growls and pleased moans, their breaths mingling.
It didn’t last for long; Nora didn’t want to take away from Hancock’s involvement, and when she pulled back, they both licked their lips, and their eyes were locked for a few seconds before Nora moved on.
Charon, sitting in the armchair like it was a throne, had also gotten out his cock and was now stroking it slowly while Hancock let out pathetic whimpers and whines. The sounds were cut short when Edward chose to push hard inside him with all three fingers, and instead the sounds morphed into one single, long moan, and he leaned his forehead against Charon’s thigh.
Charon, however, was about ready to have Hancock pleasure him and grabbed him by the back of his head, pulled him against his cock, and rubbed the flayed skin in an almost tender way. At least it appeared that way.
Hancock didn’t waste time and quickly started kissing and mouthing the cock in front of him, lavishing it with attention and sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Charon, clearly appreciating the attention, took the tricorn hat and put it on his own head, and it was a bizarre display of power that Nora wasn’t quite sure she understood. All she knew was that the action made a chill run down her spine.
The action’s effect wasn’t lost on Hancock, either; he let out a raw moan and looked up at the bouncer. Their eyes met, and Charon grinned widely, displaying his surprisingly neat teeth. He ran a hand over Hancock’s head, strong fingers digging into the back of it, finding the grooves and gashes and tugging roughly.
Hancock let out a low snarl, but it was laced with a heavily aroused breathlessness, so Nora didn’t worry. She figured it was a play of power, of dominance, and the way she saw it, Hancock was losing.
“Behave, boy,” Charon growled, took hold of his cock, and pulled Hancock down on it with little regard for the other ghoul’s comfort.
In the other end, Edward had been fingering Hancock thoroughly, scissoring him gently yet firmly, and was now pulling out his own cock.
“Think you can handle me?” he asked, but it was clear that he wasn’t interested in the answer; not that Hancock could give a proper one at the moment. His mouth was rather preoccupied.
“Don’t hurt him too much,” Nora said and ran a hand over Edward’s wonderfully taut ass, squeezing firmly and making the ghoul bodyguard let out a pleased sound between a moan and a grunt.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mistress.”
Another shiver ran down her spine – she felt so immensely powerful by having these ghouls refer to her as ‘Mistress’. There was something exhilarating, something deliciously taboo about it. The way she had been raised, it had always been the man who held all the power. It was never the woman who took control and commandeered others. To think, having three hot, handsome men answer to her, and those men being ghouls… oh, how the tables had turned.
There was no doubt in her mind that she would much rather live in this new world than in the one before the War, even if the current world had massive amounts of radiation, rad-storms, feral ghouls, terrifying Super Mutants with their blasted Hounds, not to mention the goddamn Suiciders, and dangerous Raiders, to name a few.
It was just so much more exciting, in a lot of ways. For instance, the situation before her.
‘The situation’ being that Edward had finally – finally – put his cock in Hancock and was now moving slowly, one hand on the smaller ghoul’s shoulder and the other on his hip. It was clear that he didn’t mean for it to hurt – not too much, at least – and Hancock groaned loudly, a full-body tremor going through him from the effort of remaining standing in the slightly awkward position.
Charon sat still in the chair, using only his hands to control the speed and power with which he fucked Hancock’s mouth, and Edward gradually picked up the pace as Hancock adjusted to the cock in his ass.
Nora had found another chair to sit in and watched the scenery with great delight, arousal coursing through her veins and demanding that she snake a hand to her cunt to touch herself.
Nora’s breath quickened, and her heart beat faster than a Deathclaw could run as she watched the ghouls use her boyfriend, and there came a moment when Charon and Edward had synced up their movements so one of them always had their cock inside Hancock. Whenever Edward pulled back, Charon pulled down to fill Hancock’s mouth, and whenever Charon eased Hancock off his cock, Edward plunged hard and deep inside.
This delicate rhythm made all three ghouls moan, groan, and sigh, and, when it came to Hancock, whine in unison. He let out glorious whines that made Nora’s legs weak, and it was good that she was sitting down.
“Can’t even keep quiet with a cock in your mouth? What a filthy boy,” Charon growled, and the ‘praise’ made Hancock shudder and let out another pathetic whine. Nora, in turn, leaned her head back and closed her eyes, stroking her clit in small circles and sucking in air sharply as a jolt of arousal went through her.
“Then maybe you’re not fucking him hard enough,” she counteracted and lifted her head to look at Charon who sent her a funny glare – something like murder mixed with amusement.
It was clear, however, that he took her advice to heart; he started thrusting harder and faster, fucking his mouth and throat with a ferocity Nora remembered very vividly. But it seemed he used more brute strength this time, if she wasn’t mistaken.
Maybe it was because they were both ghouls? Maybe he didn’t fear breaking Hancock the same way he feared breaking Nora for this very reason? But that had to mean that he saw himself – or all ghouls – as broken, and that crushed Nora’s heart.
She got up from her chair and walked over to the three ghouls, ignoring Hancock’s whine and instead moving in to kiss Charon. At first, he didn’t respond, his lips stiff and unmoving, but after a second or two, he kissed her back with a force that took her breath away.
He let out a gruff growl that sent chills down Nora’s spine, and she grabbed the front of his shirt to keep steady as their lips moved in a dance so surprisingly easy.
“Damn, you Smoothskin kisses are like fireworks,” he mumbled into the kiss, and Nora had to pull away to giggle, a blush creeping over her cheeks.
“Not so bad yourself,” she said and winked, making the bouncer grin widely and flash his teeth. From under them, Hancock gagged and gurgled on Charon’s cock, and the whines he made! They were absolutely sinful, and Nora couldn’t get enough of them.
She reached down a hand to stroke his neck, and already now, there were bruises blooming there, barely visible for the ruined skin with the many grooves. But Nora knew her boyfriend like the back of her own hand, of course she could see the bruises and bitemarks.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” she cooed to him, and he outright blushed. It was a wonderful sight, and what Nora wouldn’t have given to immortalize this whole scenario in a picture.
After praising Hancock for a few minutes, Nora walked to Edward and let her hand run over the rippling muscles of his arm, humming pleased and loving how tense they were – he was holding Hancock in an iron-grip as he fucked him, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip to hold him steady.
She went in to kiss him as well, and while his lips weren’t as prominent or made for kissing as Charon’s were, it was still a deeply passionate kiss that made her knees weak and her heart race as if chased by a horde of Deathclaws.
He was warm and not gentle or perfect, but it didn’t matter to Nora – she didn’t want perfect. She wanted raw, unadulterated passion, and that was something she had only found in this new world. Hancock had showed her what passion was really all about, and now that she had seen it, she knew she couldn’t live without it.
She hoped Hancock was as serious about her as she was about him. Without him, the world would be so… bland and dull.
But those were worries for another time.
She focused on the kiss – warm and rough and tasting of bad cigarettes that had memories flooding her mind – and she moaned softly against his lips, making him breathe out a chuckle before he pulled back.
“Sorry, Mistress, can’t focus on two things at the same time,” he apologized with a wide grin and resumed the rough pace, making Hancock stutter and choke on a moan.
Nora went back up to Charon so she could look her boyfriend in the eyes.
“Think you can come just from having Edward fucking your tight little ass?” she cooed and was delighted to see another blush creep over his cheeks, his lips stretched wide around Charon’s cock.
“Well, I’m gonna come soon,” Edward informed with a grunt, and Nora nodded.
“Allow me to help a little, then.”
With that, she crouched down and crawled beneath Hancock to stroke his hard, throbbing cock. This caused him to thrust his hips wildly into her hand, and then a loud slap resonated in the room.
“Stand still,” Edward commanded in a low growl, and shivers wrecked Nora’s body. God, Edward could sound hot!
But after that, Hancock stood, mostly, still, and Nora could stroke his cock in long, slow strokes that no doubt tortured him immensely.
However, it didn’t take long before Charon spoke, and although she hadn’t heard him sound worried, worry was a universal tone that immediately got Nora’s attention.
“Uhh, Smoothskin? He’s crying, what do we…?”
“You leave his mouth alone so he can speak, and we’ll figure this out,” she commanded, crawled out from beneath Hancock, and went up to his face. Charon quickly pulled out of his mouth, and now that his face wasn’t stretched so much, it was easy to see that indeed, he was crying. Not a lot, but silent tears streamed down his face.
“Hey,” she whispered and stroked his head with all the affection she could muster, which was quite a lot.
“Hey,” he rasped back, the hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“What’s going on, Sunshine?” He didn’t answer immediately, took some time to clear his throat and wipe his eyes before speaking again.
“N-Nothing. It just became… really overwhelming. In a good way, don’t worry,” he quickly added when he saw Nora was about to open her mouth, “I’m really into this, I am, I just… sub space, y’know?”
She nodded and kept stroking his head, fingertips sliding over the grooves and holes like they had done countless times before.
“Do you want to continue?”
“Yes.” She had barely finished the sentence before Hancock answered, and that settled it. Nora leaned in for a kiss that was meant to be quick but instead turned sweet and deep. Behind her, she could hear Charon’s labored breathing as he – presumably – stroked himself.
“Love ya,” she murmured, and Hancock’s lips twitched into a smile.
“Love you too, Sunshine.”
Then they went back to the play, Hancock once more taking Charon’s cock in his mouth and Edward continuing to fuck his ass.
The bodyguard had been right when he said he was close; it didn’t take another five minutes before he seemed to lose control of his movements and slammed into Hancock with thrusts so rough and fast it was a wonder he – or both, really – remained standing.
Meanwhile, Charon appeared to have more stamina. His breathing was hot, heavy, and labored, sure, but he hadn’t given the signal that he was about to finish.
Then Edward came with a low growl, and he pushed hard against Hancock’s ass, hands tight on his hips and body bending over so his mouth could reach the other side of Hancock’s neck, and ground against him, no doubt riding out an incredible high and letting out pleased snarls and raw moans.
Nora smirked and went beneath Hancock to stroke his cock, and he almost came just from having it touched. He lasted for probably five-ten seconds before he choked out a desperate, pathetic sound around Charon’s cock as he came, and his clenching insides seemed to drive Edward crazy, if the strangled groan was anything to go by.
She kept stroking him until he started squirming, then left him alone and went up to Charon to steal another rough kiss as the bouncer groaned and swore breathlessly. His wispy hair stuck to his head, and his skin glistened with sweat, his hands tight on Hancock’s face as he moved him up and down.
“Close,” he finally growled against her lips, and Nora poured as much intensity into the kiss as she could, going as far as to press her breasts firmly against his upper arm and chest. This seemed to do him in, and he broke the kiss to lean his head back, an almost thunderous roar leaving his lips. He closed his eyes, and it was clear from the gurgling sounds from Hancock that Charon had reached his limit and was now pumping the mayor’s mouth and throat full of cum.
Something not a lot of people could boast of.
They all took a few moments to collect themselves, Nora simply stroking Hancock’s cheek while softly cooing to him.
When they had all calmed down, Edward gingerly pulled out of Hancock, making him wince slightly, and disappeared into what Nora assumed to be the bathroom, for he returned with a handful of towels. He used one to wipe the sweat off his own head, handed another to Hancock, and handed the last to Charon who let out a low grunt as reply.
Hancock took the towel, trembling all over, and wiped himself down before folding it neatly, placing it beside Nora, and sitting on it with a slight wince. Nora snickered and stroked his hand.
“How was it, my love?”
“Transcends words,” he drawled, unable to stop grinning.
Nora chuckled and kissed his cheek softly.
Then she couldn’t ask for more.