Chapter 294: Chapter 294

Her breath was ragged, eyes a mix of rage and confusion.

I crouched, hooked two fingers into the crotch of her panties, and rubbed the soaked fabric slowly. She gasped, body jerking like I’d lit a fuse.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I growled, pressing harder, feeling the heat and wetness seep through. “This was supposed to be a punishment, you know? How dare you cum like a desperate whore? You’re not supposed to enjoy getting used like trash.”

She whimpered, hips twitching against my hand despite herself. “This… this shouldn’t be happening. You… what are you doing to me?”

I smirked, yanking her panties down in one rough pull. The black lace clung to her skin for a second, sticky with her arousal, strings of wetness connecting to her swollen pussy before snapping free. The panties pooled at her ankles, her cunt exposed—lips puffy and glistening, clit peeking out hard and needy.

I plunged two fingers straight inside her, deep and rough, curling them against her front wall. She cried out, knees buckling, hands gripping my shoulders for balance as I pumped fast.

“Listen to that sloppy cunt,” I rasped, thrusting harder, the wet squelch echoing in the room. “You’re dripping like a bitch in heat. Begging for it. Look at your son jerking his tiny dick while I finger-fuck his mommy. What a family of losers.”

Tom was still in the corner, hand moving furiously over his pathetic bulge, eyes glued to us.

Carrie moaned, head falling forward, pussy clenching around my fingers. “You bastard… stop…”

But her hips rocked back, chasing more. She was close already—breath hitching, thighs shaking, face twisted in humiliation.

“FUCK YES!” she screamed suddenly, voice breaking. “MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM!”

I slowed my fingers to a crawl, grinding deep but teasing. “Dogs can’t talk.”

Her eyes snapped open, wild and desperate. “WOOF! WOOF!”

“Good girl,” I said, and plunged back in fast, fingers hooking hard.

She came with a guttural animal scream, body convulsing, pussy spasming wildly around my fingers, squirting a hot rush that soaked my hand and the carpet. Tom let out a pathetic whimper and squirted his little load onto his pants, hand shaking.

I pulled my fingers out, wiped them on her expensive dress, leaving sticky smears across the black fabric.

“Remove your dress,” I ordered, standing.

She hesitated, trembling, then reached back and unzipped it with shaky hands. The dress pooled at her knees, leaving her in nothing but heels and ruined makeup, heavy tits sagging slightly, pussy still dripping.

I sat on the couch, grabbed my cigarette pack, and lit one. Took a long drag, exhaling slow.

“Let’s get you out for a potty now, shall we?” I said. “I see a tree there. It’s been standing there all day. Didn’t move. You can go piss on it, dog.”

I pointed at Tom.

Carrie’s eyes went wide, horror flashing across her face. She shook her head, whispering, “No… I can’t… not him…”

But the Gaslighting held, twisting her will. She fought it internally—lips pressing tight, fists clenching at her sides, body shaking with the effort to resist. Sweat beaded on her forehead despite the air-conditioned room.

“This… this is wrong… I won’t…”

“Kneel and crawl,” I said calmly. “Or the deal’s off.”

Her resistance cracked. Eyes glazing over with forced obedience, she dropped to all fours and crawled toward Tom, heavy tits swinging, ass in the air, humiliated tears streaking her face.

Tom backed up, eyes huge. “Mother—don’t—what the fuck—”

Carrie reached him, knelt up, lifted one leg like a dog at a hydrant, and let go. A hot stream of piss hit his shoe, soaking through the leather, puddling on the floor. She moaned softly, face burning red, but kept going until she was empty.

Tom’s little dick twitched in his pants, his face a mix of horror and arousal.

Carrie collapsed back to her knees, panting, broken.

It was hard to feel bad. This was the woman who’d threatened Kim with rape, stripped me naked in a blizzard, nearly froze me to death. No guilt. None.

I stood up and put out my cigarette on the coffee table, cock still hard and slick from Carrie’s throat, and walked over to Tom. He was frozen in the corner, hand still on his crotch, face pale.

“Get on all fours,” I ordered. “You’re going to act as a fucking chair.” I chuckled. “Literally. A fucking-chair.”

Tom blinked, mouth opening like a fish. “What…? No, I—”

“Get. On. All. Fours,” I repeated, voice low and cold.

He gulped, eyes darting to Carrie, but she was still kneeling, dazed. Slowly, reluctantly, he dropped to his hands and knees, shaking like a leaf.

I stepped over and sat on his back like he was just furniture. Tom grunted under my weight, arms trembling already.

Then I grabbed Carrie by the hair and pulled her up. She crawled a step or two before I helped her stand, guiding her in front of me. I parted my legs wide and gestured between them.

“Sit.”

Carrie, face a mess of cum and spit, hesitated for a second, then turned her back to me. She reached down, aimed her dripping pussy at my cock, and sank down slowly, gasping as I filled her to the hilt. Her heavy tits bounced as she settled, hugging my neck from the front, legs spread wide over mine.

I thrust up once, hard, making her moan. “Look at your step-son under me, Carrie. He’s your chair while I fuck his mommy. How’s that feel, Tom? Hard yet?”

Tom grunted, arms shaking harder, his little dick twitching visibly in his pants.

Carrie started moving, bouncing slow at first, pussy clenching around me. “You… you’re a monster…”

I slapped her ass sharp. “And you’re loving every second, you filthy bitch. Moan for me while your son’s back breaks.”

She moaned louder, riding faster, tits swaying. Pleasure 25 and the oil had her gone—every thrust making her shudder like electricity.

I leaned in, whispering hot against her ear. “You wanted someone stronger, haven’t you? You wanted a strong man in your life. Not Tom. Not that pathetic husband of yours.”

Carrie moaned, nodding frantically, pussy fluttering. “Yes… god, yes…”

“Be mine,” I growled, thrusting up harder. “And I’ll have you taste pleasures you haven’t felt yet. Not from your fucking husband. Not from anyone.”

She came then, sudden and violent—body seizing, a raw scream ripping out as her pussy clamped down like a vice, gushing over my cock in hot pulses. Her tits heaved, nipples hard as diamonds, whole body shaking like she’d been electrocuted. “FUCK—EVAN—YES!”

Tom moaned a little under me, the vibration running up my spine.

Carrie kept riding through her aftershocks, pussy milking me. Tom’s arms started to shake harder, buckling under our weight.

“Be mine,” I repeated, slapping her tit hard, watching it jiggle.

“I… I want you, Evan,” she gasped, voice breaking.

I went harder, hips snapping up, cock bottoming out with every thrust. She came again almost immediately—screaming, pussy spasming wildly, back arching so her tits thrust forward, tears streaming down her ruined face as the orgasm hit her like a truck. “OH GOD—YES—FUCK ME!”

Huh. I really missed using Sensual Oil.

“You will apologize to Kim,” I growled, pounding through it. “Lick her feet. Go on your knees and beg.”

“I will—” she sobbed, still cumming. “I will—anything—OH I’M GONNA…”

She came a third time in under a minute, body convulsing, pussy gushing so hard it soaked my balls and Tom’s back beneath us.

“EVAN—FUCK—MAKE ME YOURS!”

“Now let me hear it one more time,” I rasped, gripping her hips and slamming up. “Cum while I sit on your step-son, you slut. Moan for me like the bitch you are.”

She screamed, riding me frantically. “YES—FUCK THIS PUSSY—SLAP MY ASS—HARDER, EVAN—FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!”

I used every last bit of strength, thrusting up so hard Tom’s arms buckled a little more with each one. She came a fourth time, pussy squeezing me like it wanted to break me, body shaking violently, tits bouncing wildly as tears and sweat flew.

I was done.

With a roar, I came, cock throbbing deep inside her, pulsing thick ropes that filled her to overflowing. She moaned with me, grinding down, milking every drop. I thrust up one more time, then again, then again, getting the last bits from my balls, cum leaking out around my shaft and dripping onto Tom beneath us.

“Take it, you filthy bitch,” I growled. “Feel me breeding you while your son breaks under us. This is what you get for being a controlling whore.”

We stayed like that a minute, her panting, body limp, my cock still twitching inside her.

I lifted her off, making her sit on my legs, my dick slapping against her stomach with a wet smack, leaving cum stains on her skin.

Carrie grabbed the head of my cock, stroking it weakly. “This is fucking magic… I love this… I love this…”

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REPUTATION SYSTEM

VILLAIN████████░░░░░░░░ HERO

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Being a disgusting jerk: -200

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Current Reputation: Villain

– More EXP gain when cheating

– Using degrading words during sex

boosts EXP gain.

– Strength and Pleasure boost.

– Magic Ability (Hypnotize)

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Earning good points will result in

various punishments.

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