Chapter 73: Chapter 73 – Helena’s a fountain

Viktor didn’t let the aftershocks of her orgasm fade before he moved. With her body still twitching in the puddle of her own fluids, he reached for the knot binding her left ankle to her thigh.

Snick.

The rope went slack. He uncoiled it rapidly, the sudden rush of blood back into her limb making Helena whine as the pins and needles hit.

Her leg fell limp, the skin marked with deep, angry red valleys where the hemp had bitten into the fat.

Viktor wasted no time; he hooked that liberated leg, dragging it high and hooking her knee over his shoulder, folding her sideways.

This new angle pried her nether lips apart aggressively, exposing the glistening pink meat of her vaginal canal, which was currently gaping open, struggling to close after his previous assault.

“Look at it,” Viktor growled, lining up again. “It’s trying to breathe.”

He drove back in. This time, the entry wasn’t wet—it was sticky. The drying fluids created a tacky friction as his thick, purple head punched past her swollen labia.

Because one leg was still frog-tied and the other was cranked high on his shoulder, her pelvis was tilted askew.

When he thrust, his shaft skidded along the side walls, grinding against the sensitive ridges of her vaginal rugae.

The sound was different now—less of a splash, more of a thick shluck-shluck noise, like stirring mac and cheese.

He watched the entrance stretch, the skin turning translucent and taut around his girth, revealing the blue veins throbbing underneath her own pale flesh.

“Nnngh! It’s hitting the bone! Young Master, it’s grinding the hip bone!”

“Good.”

He reached down to her chest. Her breasts were still bound tight in the diamond pattern, nipples turning a dark, bruised plum color from the restriction.

While still pumping into her sideways, causing her belly to slap rhythmically against his thigh, his fingers picked at the knot between her cleavage.

He loosened the tension on the left breast only.

As the rope slackened, the flesh spilled out, soft and heavy. But he didn’t let it go.

He grabbed the loose end of the rope still looped around the base of her areola and yanked it like a leash.

The sudden constriction forced the nipple to bulge obscenely.

Under the stress of the torture and the overstimulation, the tip of her nipple wept a bead of thick, white milk, contrasting with the green veins that were bulging prominently against her chest skin due to the pressure.

“Moo for me,” he grunted, yanking the nipple-leash again while he bottomed out inside her pussy.

“Hiiiii! Ah! Ah! It’s leaking! I’m leaking!”

He pulled out with a wet pop, flipping her over roughly. Her unbound leg dragged uselessly, while the bound leg kept her hips elevated perfectly for him.

He shoved her face into the mattress, her ass raised high in a broken, asymmetrical doggy style.

The main rope harness on her upper back was still tight, forming a perfect handle.

Viktor gripped the ropes crossing her shoulder blades, using them to haul her upper body back, arching her spine until her vertebrae popped.

“Now for the other hole.”

He didn’t lubricate. He simply pressed his weeping, angry cock head against her tight, puckered rosebud. It was twitching, reacting to the proximity of the heat.

He shoved.

The penetration was grueling. The dry ring of muscle resisted, rolling inward with his head before snapping open.

Helena screamed into the sheets, her sphincter stretching so wide that the texture of the inner mucosa smoothed out into a shiny, glass-like ring around his intrusion.

“Guh… Haa… It’s tearing! It feels like it’s tearing!”

“It’s just stretching, piggy. Make room.”

He sank hilt-deep into her ass. The sensation was suffocatingly tight.

The internal pressure was immediate; he could see her lower belly distend outward, the shape of his glans pressing against the thin wall between her rectum and her stomach.

He didn’t hammer her immediately. Instead, he began a slow, humiliating rhythm, focusing on the texture of her entrails clamping around him.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

It was a gentle, rhythmic spanking of his pelvis against her buttocks, but inside, the friction was scalding.

“Ouuuuh… haaah… it’s so full… M-Master…”

“I’m mapping your insides,” he hissed, leaning forward to bite the nape of her neck, his sweat dripping onto her spine. “I can feel your heartbeat through your asshole.”

He reached forward, finding the knot on her right wrist—which was tied to the small of her back—and pulled the release.

Her arm fell free, limp and useless, dangling off the side of the bed. Now she was supported only by her face and her one bound leg, balancing precariously as he reamed her out.

Pah… Pah… Pah…

“Y-Yes… right there… hit it… hit the spot… Nnngh~!”

He pulled back on the nipple leash with every thrust, coordinating the pain in her chest with the invasion in her rear.

Her loose breast swung heavily, the milk dripping onto the sheets with every pah of his hips.

“Does it hurt?” he asked against her skin, his hips grinding deep, pubic hair matting together with her juices. “Or does it feel good?”

“It feels… Hngh! …Good! Too good!”

But anal wasn’t enough. He needed to breed her.

With a wet, suctioned pop, he withdrew from her rectum, leaving her gaping and twitching. He grabbed her shoulder and flipped her onto her back again.

The transition was disorienting for her; her free leg flopped onto the mattress while the frog-tied leg kept her pelvis tilted upward, exposing her completely.

Viktor crawled over her, lining his dripping cock up with her vaginal entrance once more. The lips were still swollen, leaking the mix of his earlier precum and her own juices.

He pushed in.

Each slow thrust pushed her body up the mattress slightly, the remaining ropes digging into new flesh as her weight shifted.

The chest harness tightened with the movement, squeezing her bound right breast until it turned a deeper shade of pink, while the loose left breast jiggled with obscene freedom, the nipple leash tangling around her neck.

Viktor watched her face, enjoying the way her expression shifted from worry to bliss, her eyes crossing slightly.

He reached down, his thumb finding her swollen clit—slippery and engorged—and began to rub it in circles while he maintained that agonizingly slow rhythm, feeling the little nub pulse under his touch.

Pah… Pah… Pah!

“AAHNGH~! Ouuuh! M-Master… deeper… please… HIIEKK~!”

He grabbed her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft handles of her waist, leaving finger-shaped bruises, and began to pound her in earnest.

The slow burn ignited into a wildfire.

He slammed into her, his heavy cock pistoning in and out, dragging her wet walls with him, turning her pussy inside out slightly with each withdrawal before stuffing it back in.

’He’s washing it away… the fear… it’s all turning white… my womb is stretching… the ropes make it so deep…’

The angle of her single frog-tied leg made each thrust slam directly into her cervix, battering the entrance to her womb with bruising force.

Her chubby belly jiggled wildly with each impact, rippling like water, the ropes digging so deep into her skin that purple marks bloomed around the bindings as she bounced on the mattress, the bed frame creaking dangerously.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

“HIIIYAAAA~! NNNGH! F-Fuck! Young Master… I’m breaking… my insides… OOOOH~!!”

Each thrust literally pushed her body up the bed, the leverage making the angle impossibly deep, his cock reshaping her guts with every brutal stroke.

Her pussy made obscene wet farting sounds as air was forced out.

Viktor was panting, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her chest, mixing with the sweat pooled in her cleavage. He could feel her pussy clamping down on him, milking him, the walls rippling along his shaft, begging for his seed.

“Take it,” he growled, seeing her eyes roll back, only the whites showing. “Take all of it!”

He slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, grinding his pubic bone against her clit with crushing force, his balls slapping hard against her ass.

PAAAH! PAAAH!

“GYAAAAAAH~!!! NOOOO! I’M CUMMING! I’M DYING! MY WOMB—HIIIIIIEEEEKKK~!!!”

Helena’s body convulsed violently, back arching so hard the ropes cut deeper, drawing thin lines of blood.

A stream of clear fluid squirted from around Viktor’s cock, spraying his belly and coating his shaft, soaking the sheets as she sprayed hard like a broken faucet, her inner muscles spasming uncontrollably, clenching and unclenching in rapid waves.

“Urgh…” Viktor roared, his cock swelling even thicker for a moment before erupting, emptying his balls deep inside her womb, flooding her with hot, thick cum that mixed with her squirt, the volume so much it immediately leaked out around his shaft in white globs, pooling beneath her ass.

“AAaaaNnnnGgghhhh~~!!!” She screamed one last time, a broken, high-pitched wail of pure overstimulation, feeling her womb balloon with his seed, before her eyes rolled back completely.

Her head lolled to the side, drool spilling from her slack mouth, her body going completely limp in the ropes, passed out cold from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

Viktor stayed inside her for a long moment, panting, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple around his softening cock, feeling how her womb still pulsed, trying to suck him deeper even in unconsciousness.

He kissed her forehead gently, tasting the salt of her sweat, brushing a stray hair plastered to her sweaty face.

The fear was gone, replaced by exhaustion as she slowly drifted into sleep.

“Haah… Now, should I see what Mira talked to that woman?”

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