Chapter 36

"…What?"

The sound of a chair being pushed back was followed by the sound of a belt buckle being undone. As soon as Grace managed to lift her head, her face turned pale with horror.

No. I don't want this.

In front of her, Winston stood, exuding a chilling aura. Perhaps due to her dazed state, the fleshy pillar rising from the center of the man's body, its head aggressively thrusting and bobbing, looked like a copper-colored venomous snake ready to bite her to death.

Her vision blurred.

"Winston, please…."

"Open your mouth."

"Ah!"

Her hair was yanked. Before she could even finish her pained sigh, he forced his penis into her open mouth.

"Ugh!"

The fleshy pillar was shoved down her throat in one swift motion. The moment the blunt, heavy mass hit the back of her throat, Grace gagged.

"Ugh…."

As she clamped down on the tip, Winston let out a coarse groan. The fleshy mass that had been pressing and crushing her delicate mucous membranes slowly withdrew.

"Ha, ugh…."

She wasn't given a moment to catch her breath. The fleshy pillar, now slick with her saliva, slid back into her throat. Tears streamed down her face.

"Ugh, ugh…."

I can't breathe. It's disgusting. I feel like I'm going to vomit.

Winston gripped the back of Grace's head roughly and thrust his hips roughly.

The sound of his penis rubbing against her wet tongue was despicable. Seeing the long, snake-like fleshy mass moving in and out of her mouth made Grace shudder with humiliation.

Even his thrusting, as he violated her, was like a torturer's technique. When he thrust in, it was a forceful, deep penetration, and when he pulled out, he slowly dragged it along her tongue. Every movement was painful.

The length she could measure with her mouth seemed endless. Since Winston was holding the base, it hadn't even fully entered. Still, the thought that it could penetrate her stomach completely made her vision go dark.

"Ugh…."

Grace resisted and pleaded with all her might. Winston's legs, standing like pillars, didn't budge no matter how hard she pushed or hit them.

Even when she clung to his belt and looked up at him with pleading eyes, he only stared down at her with cold fury and burning desire in his eyes.

"Ugh, ugh…."

She tried to block the intrusion by grabbing the base of his penis, which she never wanted to touch….

"Ha… Don't be so annoying."

Winston removed his hand.

"Don't resist."

He grabbed her chin with one hand and pressed her cheeks. Her mouth opened helplessly.

The thrusting changed. His penis jabbed wildly into the widened mouth.

"Ah, ugh…. Black, ugh…."

Every time Leon thrust his hips, Grace's cheeks bulged.

It was even worse than she had imagined.

"Dear Miss Ridley, the sight of a lady baring her breasts and biting the most savage part of a man's body is dazzlingly beautiful."

"Ugh…."

"It suits you very well."

As he mocked her, he caressed her cheeks, which had taken the shape of his penis, and his pleasure intensified.

The woman tried to push it away with her tongue, but it was futile. When the soft flesh wrapped around the tip and moved, Leon shuddered with pleasure.

"Ha… Now you're finally doing your job."

His eyes, which had been enjoying her involuntary tongue movements, gradually softened.

Squish. The penis suddenly pulled out. Saliva followed the fleshy pillar as it slid out, dripping from the corners of Grace's mouth.

"Ha…."

Was he giving her a moment to catch her breath? Or was this disgusting act finally over?

Winston dragged the chair over and sat in front of Grace.

"Ha, ugh…."

It was foolish to hope for mercy from him. He grabbed the back of her head again and pressed her face into his groin.

"Now you suck."

Winston forced the tip of his penis, which was leaking a clear liquid, into Grace's mouth, as if he were giving a baby a nipple. The moment the hot, soft flesh entered her mouth, a wave of humiliation and anger washed over her.

But the weight of resignation and despair was too heavy to resist. She bit down on the hot flesh and moved her tongue, as Winston had done to her chest. The bitter taste of arousal spread over her tongue.

"A little deeper."

A large hand pressed the back of her head, and half of the penis slid in. Grace closed her eyes tightly and moved her tongue.

The skin she felt with her tongue was smooth and soft, but the inside was as heavy and hard as steel. It was a feeling she never wanted to know.

Winston, who had been watching with a bored expression, sighed deeply.

"You're not a kitten lapping up milk from a saucer. Are you sucking like this because your fiancé taught you? He must have been a terrible instructor."

Winston pushed Grace's forehead away, and the wet fleshy pillar popped out of her mouth.

"Did you train by sucking his thing like this? You must have at least tried it, right?"

"Ha, I've never done anything like this. And you keep talking about training. It's nonsense, ha…."

Leon, having obtained the information he wanted, didn't need to listen to the woman anymore. He forced his penis back into her mouth.

"You didn't train your bride to be a prostitute. Disappointing. I'll have to teach you a lot."

He gathered Grace's hair, which had come loose, in his hand with a gentle touch.

"Miss Ridley, this is how you do it."

Don't bite; wrap your lips around it. Have you never sucked a popsicle? Suck hard enough to make your cheeks hollow. Use your hands too. Pull the foreskin with your lips or hands for even more pleasure.

Winston acted like an instructor teaching a new recruit how to shoot a gun. He even shook Grace's head to teach her the rhythm he liked. It was revolting.

"Ha, you're doing much better now. You learn quickly."

She had never heard such humiliating praise in her life. Tears threatened to spill over. If she could, she would have bitten down hard and torn this dirty thing apart.

How long would she have to endure this filthy act?

She looked up. Winston wasn't looking at her. He had turned his head to the wall where Fred was tied, and suddenly sneered.

"Looks like Fred wants a turn too?"

Following Winston's cold gaze, Grace closed her eyes tightly, feeling disillusioned.

"See? That boy is getting hard."

"No, no! It's not like that…. Grace, it's not, black…."

"It would be fun to tell that boy to rape you. He shouted your name as soon as I picked up the pliers. He's getting hard just hearing what you're going through. He'd probably jump at the chance to have you."

Winston smiled wickedly. Grace didn't respond.

Now she understood. Begging this man was useless.

She had already braced herself for the worst. This man might even call all the soldiers guarding the annex and order them to take turns with her.

When she didn't react, Winston ran his fingers through her hair, caressing it, and asked,

"What? Do you want me to strip you and Fred and lock you in here together?"

"Whatever you want."

The moment she spoke with resignation, the playful glint in his pale blue eyes disappeared.

Flick. Winston threw the dagger he was holding.

"Aaaah!"

Fred let out a sharp scream.

"What now? That boy can't do it?"

Grace's face turned pale as she turned her head. The dagger was deeply embedded in Fred's groin.

"What are you doing, you madman, ah!"

Startled, Grace shouted roughly, and Winston grabbed her roughly.

Only when she saw the same madness in his eyes as when Jimmy's name was mentioned did Grace realize.

If she had to name this madness, it was twisted possessiveness.

This man wasn't just humiliating and seeking revenge on her. Why did he keep asking if she had done it with Jimmy? Why did his expression turn cold when he saw Fred getting aroused by her? The situation was too chaotic, and she had missed it.

This man wanted to possess her exclusively.

"Why? Are you going to pick up the half-cut thing and shove it in?"

"Ugh, I don't need it. I never meant to do it with that boy."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I'll do whatever you say."

Winston's expression softened slightly.

"You said you'd save him. He'll bleed to death like that."

"The only man's thing I care about is mine."

Winston pressed the tip of his erect penis with his fingertips. It was a command to suck again.