Deviant: No Longer Human

"...Sophia." His called out, sharply. "Undress her."

Her whole body froze. "W-What?!"

The door opened without hesitation. The blonde princess of the Vatican glided in, head lowered, expression detached, and fearful. She ignored Wang Jiarong's frantic twist and muffled protests, hands quick and unyielding.

"Stop-! Don't you dare-!" Wang Jiarong cried, trying to pull back, but Sophia's fingers tugged the straps of her tank top down her shoulders in one smooth motion. The thin cloth fell, baring pale skin and the swell of her breasts.

"Wait! I said stop!" she gasped, but Sophia didn't stop.

The tank slid to the floor. Her shorts followed, tugged down around her ankles. In a few heartbeats she was bare, skin glowing under the lights, her body shaking.

Her breasts were full and heavy, bouncing slightly as she instinctively crossed her arms. White, soft flesh, crowned with red nipples that tightened in the cool air. Her smooth shoulders quivered, thin waist tightening as if she could make herself smaller. Her hips curved out like an hourglass, thighs pressed tight, calves round and bare.

"Don't look at me-" she whispered, voice breaking.

But he was already sitting back on the bed, exactly where she'd been moments ago, watching. His eyes drank her in with cold patience while Sophia stripped her down piece by piece, ignoring her shame.

By the time it was done, Wang Jiarong stood naked before them, ashamed, furious, and trembling, her skin flushed pink from both anger and humiliation.

"Sister," Wang Xiao said suddenly, voice soft but stern, "has anyone ever taught you how to serve a man?"

Wang Jiarong's eyes flew wide. "Wh-what the hell are you saying?!"

He smirked faintly. "Then watch. Sophia will teach you. You'll see, you'll learn. And if you make mistakes later…" his tone dropped lower, "I won't let them slide."

"Y-You-!"

But before she could finish, Sophia moved smoothly, understanding without a word. She knelt between his legs, hands already tugging his clothes loose.

Wang Jiarong froze as his fabric slid down, revealing the thick, heavy length of his cock springing free, already swelling in Sophia's grip.

The blonde lowered her head, wrapping slim fingers around the base, stroking slowly as she parted her lips. Her red mouth opened wide, sliding down over him in one practiced motion.

"Mmhh—" wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, saliva running down the shaft while her hand pumped what her mouth couldn't reach.

Each bob of her head smeared spit across his skin, every movement sloppy and lewd.

Wang Jiarong's stomach twisted. She stepped back, her bare feets clicking against the marble, her arms crossing instinctively over her breasts. Her face twisted in a frown, lips trembling. "Disgusting… how can she…"

Sophia gagged faintly as she went deeper, pulling back with a wet pop, strings of saliva stretching from her lips to the tip before she slid down again, moaning softly around him.

Wang Xiao leaned back lazily, one hand sinking into Sophia's blonde hair, guiding her pace. The other slid into her blouse, squeezing her soft breasts. His fingers pinched her nipple through the thin fabric, making her groan around his cock.

He tilted his head toward Wang Jiarong, eyes locking on her. "See that?" His voice was calm, mocking. "That's how you serve a man."

Sophia moaned in agreement, slurping louder, her throat working as she swallowed him down

"I would n-never!" Wang Jiarong's voice cracked... not willingly. Not like this.

When he had raped her, at least she hadn't consented. But this, this would mean bending, obeying. If she did this… what would be left of her?

Wang Xiao's gaze didn't soften.

"Never?" he repeated lazily. "You will... Or you'll set a bad example for the others. Being my elder sister doesn't give you immunity. Even Xueying and Mei know when to shut their mouths."

Her lips parted, trembling. "Y-You-"

"Lord…" Sophia's voice came soft, hesitant. She pulled back from his cock, lips still smeared with spit. "Are you sure? She's… she's your sister."

"Do it." he ordered.

Sophia swallowed hard, but obeyed. She rose, a long one meter wooden stick in her hands, moving toward Wang Jiarong.

Wang Jiarong's eyes went wide. She stumbled back, shaking her head violently. "Don't! Don't-"

Her gaze flicked unwillingly toward Wang Xiao's cock, still covered with Sophia's spit. She would never touch it. Never lick, never swallow. Never...

CRACK!

"Ahhh!"

The stick came down across her calves. Wang Jiarong buckled instantly, her legs collapsing beneath her, hitting the marble with a painful thud.

Sophia's lips trembled as she bit down hard, guilt flooding her face. She was terrified, terrified he'd kill her later, use her as a scapegoat for daring to touch his sister. But disobeying wasn't an option.

Her hands shook as she raised the stick again.

CRACK!

The wood slammed across Jiarong's pale back, the sound sharp, skin flaring red in its wake.

"AHHhh-!" Jiarong screamed, body jolting, her breasts bouncing as she clutched at the floor, hair spilling wild around her face.

Hopeless tears streamed down her cheeks. She sat there on her knees, sobbing, eyes hollow.

Her pride was still in her words, but her body was already betraying her.

Sophia shoved her forward. Wang Jiarong stumbled, only to be caught, his hands gripping her shoulders firmly.

Startled, she looked up. His eyes locked onto hers.

"Suffering and pain are not the same thing," Wang Xiao murmured, smiling faintly. "Every being is born to suffer. Pain, though… pain can be avoided. So, what do you choose?"

That smile didn't soothe her. It twisted her gut, made her chest clench.

Crack!

The stick lashed her back again, and she screamed, the sound ripping from her swollen throat.

Her hand was seized mid-cry, dragged forward. Her eyes widened as his thick cock pressed into her palm, covered with Sophia's spit. She shuddered violently at the hot, veined weight in her grasp.

Her stomach turned, but she didn't let go. She couldn't. His other hand rose sharply, halting Sophia's next strike, and for one foolish second Wang Jiarong felt relief.

Only for that same hand to push the back of her head.

Her lips hit the swollen shaft, smearing spit across her face. She froze, blank, mind stuttering into silence.

"Sister," his voice dropped, cold and steady, "open your mouth. Or she'll hit you again."

The threat jolted her back. Her lips trembled, then parted. The blunt tip slid past her cherry lips, filling her mouth with heat and musk.

"Lick it."

Her tongue moved before her mind caught up. Slow, shaky licks, each one trailing salt and bitterness across her taste buds. Silent tears streaked down her cheeks as she obeyed.

He pressed deeper, her nose wrinkling at the smell, her throat tightening. Her hands followed his guidance automatically, fingers wrapping his balls, rolling them in her palm as he demanded.

"Now suck."

She did.

Her lips closed, cheeks hollowing, his cock wet and slippery in her mouth. She slumped against him, moving because he told her to, tears dripping onto her bare thighs.

She didn't even know if it was fear of pain or something else that hollowed her out, but in that moment, Wang Jiarong was gone. What remained was a body in shock, a red tongue licking, sucking, obeying.

"Gwakkk!"

Her eyes flew wide as he shoved himself down her throat. Her cheeks bulged, saliva spilling from the corners of her lips as he rammed in deeper, choking her. The thick shaft scraped her gagging throat, every thrust forcing bile up into her chest.

Her nails dug into his thighs, gripping hard, knuckles white, as if hugging to her dear life. Her whole body convulsed, but he didn't stop until he was done.

Hot release flooded her mouth, burning down her throat, spilling past her lips as she gagged and coughed. White streaks sprayed across her cheeks, tangled in her hair, dripping down her chin in sticky trails.

She collapsed to the side, hacking, clawing at her own face as if she could wipe it all off. Her eyes blurred with tears, nose streaming, breath ragged and broken.

When she finally staggered to her feet, she wasn't the same woman anymore. Mascara smudged dark beneath her eyes, face streaked with spit and seed, chest heaving, she looked wrecked, humiliated, ruined.

Sophia caught her by the arm before she could stumble again. Her voice was soft, almost mechanical. "Come with me."

Wang Jiarong jerked her head, glaring with red-rimmed eyes, words shaking out of her throat. "W-What more do you two want from me…?"

Her lips trembled, her body shivered in shame and exhaustion, snot dripping as tears poured freely.

They weren't her brother and his servant anymore... Not to her.

They were devils.

Demons.

"To clean your face… and brush your teeth," Sophia whispered, guiding her gently toward the bathroom.

That was when Wang Jiarong realized something crucial.

It wasn't over.

Her body froze. Tears streaked her face, but she wiped them away with the back of her trembling hand, eyes hollow. Sophia caught the aborted step, the subtle shift, and for once she hesitated. Even she was surprised.