Warning: This chapter contains adult (+18) scenes that may include sensitive or inappropriate content for some readers.
When he led her to the male bathroom, he locked it with the key and threw it away.
Suddenly Leo was holding her slender waist tightly, and Lin felt her heart squeeze inside. She desperately tried to pull away, to fight back, but his hands were tight around her, as if she couldn't escape his grip. While her hands were trying to push him away, Leo was getting closer, his eyes flashing wildly, as if he could only see what he wanted.
"No..." Lin whispered weakly, trying to refuse this forced approach as her swollen breasts touched his privates as he hugged her tightly, but Leo didn't seem to care about her wishes. His grip was strong, making her feel helpless against him.
"You can't run away, no one will hear your screams, if you want money you have to make me fuck you, that's the condition."
Realizing that she couldn't escape him, and with a sense of internal humiliation, Lin took a deep breath. "Please... Just... don't do it....." She whispered, and inside her heart the conflict was raging. She didn't want to give up, but fearing the repercussions of what might happen, she began to feel like she had no choice.
"I'll open you up like a zipper, even though it hurts, I'm opening up violently, and I don't like the idea of screaming, so be quiet," Leo said, taunting her.
As Lin stood there frozen, for the first time, after his words, Lin gave up. Before she realized what was happening, Leo had moved closer, and there was no escape. His kiss was more powerful than ever, as if she was just a tool in his hands.
But inside, her heart was crying. She had to do it, otherwise she wouldn't be able to pay the rent
While Leo thought he had won, Lin was hurting inside, her eyes catching him unbuttoning her shirt, stunned and silent. Lin's heart was beating in disappointment with herself.
He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her breasts out of her white bra, making Lynn gasp in his arms. Suddenly his hands were gripping something huge and soft, her breasts were so soft and large, it was as if she was holding a living, breathing, feeling thing. They were soft to the touch, but with pressure and squeezing, her nipples began to harden, and his hands pinched them hard, as if challenging her resistance to this.
The hand was squeezing them violently. She rubbed them vigorously, his rough fingers digging into the softness of the texture as if she couldn't believe how soft it was. She seemed to be punished for no fault of her own, squirming under the cruelty, moaning soundlessly, as the hand continued, mercilessly, wiping and rubbing and squeezing, as if trying to dispel that softness, to take away some of the purity, the softness, but his hands did not stop.
His hands clamped down harder, as if anger had crept into his fingertips and settled in his fist. Her huge, tender breasts squeezed under his rough grip, her erect nipples slipping slightly between his fingers, but there was no escape. His fingertips left visible marks, as if the skin had retained his fingerprints, as if they were on the verge of tearing from the pressure. He wasn't holding them, he was almost crushing them, as if the softness in them provoked him and he wanted to subjugate them to his strength, to prove that he was the strongest, even at the expense of their fragility.
He approached with his mouth slowly, as if the silence around him had been broken in that moment, and with his teeth he bit and sucked on her nipple. It wasn't a casual bite, but a fierce, deliberate one, as possessive as it was painful. With his fingers still embedded in the softness in his hands, her body trembled in front of him, as if the shock had shocked him. The pain was blatant, but mixed with a disconcerting pleasure, one that is only born when instinct mixes with cruelty, vulnerability with desire.
The pain was stinging, creeping between the fingers and settling deep, like embers slowly stinging. With each pressure, there was a strange combination of agony and pleasure, a contradictory feeling that danced between the sharp edge of pain and the sweetness of submission. She seemed to surrender, not because they wanted her to, but because the cruelty took away her ability to resist. The humiliation stuck to her, like an insult, like a hot stamp on her, a mark of an unforgettable moment, a moment in which pain and pleasure were mixed.
As the grip grew stronger, her pussy became aroused, spewing a sticky liquid that stained her panties. The pressure was constant, strong, increasing with each moment, as if the hands were squeezing them to the limit, not caring what would happen to Lin after
that.
At that moment, something else underneath her entered her, violently removing her virginity, something hard, forcing its way inside her tight opening, moving slowly at first, then increasing its thrust with each squeeze. The liquid began to flow more intensely into her through her opening, pushing the soft tissues to slide deeper. The soft opening gradually widened to accommodate the huge new thing that was slowly intruding.
The pressure and thrusting was constantly increasing, and the thing entering was getting harder by the minute. The pain, pressure, and blood were escalating every moment, and the opening was expanding to accommodate it. Little by little, everything inside the hole was adapting, while it kept pushing the thing further and further inside.
An opening that was so tight because she was still a virgin, tight enough to make her vagina collapse under the pressure. It was so small and dripping with viscous fluid, everything inside Lynn was silently screaming in pain and pressure. With each passing moment, his other hand squeezed her left breast mercilessly.
The soft tissues of her penis could no longer endure, and they were in full contact with his cock, as if she had no choice but to submit to this pressure. Every movement made her tissues tear a little, while the liquid splashed in every direction, as if something was emptying inside her.
"Stay where you are, don't move, and don't make a sound so I can cum at my leisure."
His obscene request sent a random shiver down her spine, perhaps because she was starting to get used to the idea that he was indeed a dirty man.
The fluid was coming out of his cock as he ejaculated between her tender limbs, filling her with his juices as he penetrated her womb and plunged his cock into her over and over again, sealing her mouth with his fingers, not even allowing her to scream, just moans and whimpers and trying to hold on, until everything was gone inside the narrow opening, and the hand was resting on what was left of her breasts, which were now just exhausted remnants, under his violent and merciless pressure.
He pulled his penis out of her wet vaginal opening, which was filled with his sticky, bloody fluid. The opening was slightly ulcerated, making the penis' exit slow and accompanied by a slight sound like a wet viscosity. Red blood dripping and dripping on her bare thighs descended from her vagina, and a little blood also stuck to the sides of the penis with sticky mucus, some drops of blood from her vagina were on the floor leaving small clear spots.
His penis again slowly pushed through the festering hole, which was surrounded by cut edges. The fluid and blood that filled the hole looked thick, like a rotten blood or viscous liquid that slowly flowed around the penis with each movement. This mixture was sticking to it, completely covering its surface as it moved with difficulty through the narrow opening.
The hole itself was full of small sores, making every movement of the penis even more difficult and painful. The hole looked like an open wound in her body and the whole surroundings were coming alive in a very strange way, which made the scene even more sophisticated in its macabre form.
The red liquid surrounded her and dripped around her randomly.
But, as if suddenly released, the penis came out more quickly, violently thrusting outward. Red blood splashed with every movement, as if she had been forcefully dislodged, leaving sporadic splotches of dark red on the floor and the edges of the wounded and enlarged orifice.
As soon as the penis pushed out quickly, Lin hit the ground, making a wet sound on the liquids on the ground, followed immediately by the sudden release of a disgusting, viscous liquid above her. The liquid splashed in the air for a moment before hitting her face directly, seeping into her skin and hair in a disgusting way; warm, heavy, with an unbearable pungent odor. She gasped in shock as she wiped her face with her trembling arm, disgust written all over her face. The whole situation was absurd and disgusting, as if his penis had taken its own revenge.
She froze in place, breathing heavily, as pain pulsed through her body from exhaustion and previous contractions. Her muscles and especially her vagina were exhausted, her limbs were trembling, and everything inside her was screaming with fatigue. She felt as if she had been forced into a rape she was not prepared for, her body heavy, her soul heavy with disgust, and her helplessness preventing her from even getting up.
She was still lying on her chest on the floor, moaning softly, her hands shaking as she slowly and desperately wiped her face. Every nerve in her body was tense, every breath she took was heavy. It felt as if her body had been drained from the inside, and this moment alone was enough to summarize all the exhaustion, disgust, and resignation she had experienced.
While she was still on the floor, exhausted, covered in that disgusting liquid, Leo picked up his phone. "Look at you now..." He said in a sarcastic voice, before mercilessly firing the flash. He took a picture of her at her most vulnerable, mouth agape, eyes half-closed with exhaustion, liquid dripping from her face, hair, and vagina.
He laughed lightly as he examined the photo. "A masterpiece... ." He added sarcastically, before waving the phone as if holding evidence of a scandal. She didn't respond, she couldn't, her gaze was blank, her chest rising and falling with fatigue, while the final insult crept into her depths like a cold stab.
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