Chapter 39

Fortunately, the physical pain soon subsided, but the mental anguish seemed endless.

"Take care of your body."

In her mind, her mother's words echoed as her head, shaken roughly by Winston's thrusts, resonated with the warning.

Her mother had been conservative. From a young age, she had preached to Grace that she should save her first time for her wedding night and only ever be intimate with her husband.

Wanting to be a beloved daughter, Grace had lived by her mother's teachings, even enduring the label of being old-fashioned.

"Don't give yourself to those dirty bastards."

I didn't want to be like this.

Rage surged at Fred and Jimmy, who had been forced into this situation. Why did she hate them more than Winston, who was violating her?

'No. Please, don't think like that. This means nothing. Nothing at all.'

She repeated these words to herself as if trying to brainwash herself, but it was useless in the presence of the devil.

Winston lifted Grace's lower body. As he thrust down like driving a stake, her waist naturally bent, and the junction was fully exposed before her eyes.

The moment she saw the copper-colored shaft, slick with blood, moving in and out of the pink mucous membrane, Grace shut her eyes tightly in horror.

"Open your eyes."

She covered her eyes with her hands, but Winston, the merciless devil, continued to torment her until she opened her eyes and accepted the shameful act with all her senses.

"Shall I bring a camera? Yes? To capture this historic moment forever."

Unable to resist the threat, she opened her eyes. The pervert smiled disgustingly and thrust his penis into her vagina in a vulgar manner.

With each thrust, the engorged penis, as if about to burst with veins and sinews, caused her vagina to stretch and make a lewd sound. The excess vaginal fluid overflowed, wetting the man's groin and her thighs.

Tears streamed down Grace's cheeks as she was forced to watch this lewd scene.

Even seeing her body connected to Winston, she couldn't believe it. As if reading her thoughts, he raised his voice.

"Look closely. Right now, the greedy pig of the monarchy is devouring you."

"Ah!"

Thud. The penis, which had been pulled out to the tip, was thrust back in all the way. Grace twisted her body and moaned.

"Ha... Miss Riddle."

"Ah, ah... Ha, stop, ah, please, ah!"

"To be the first man of a prostitute from the Blancheard family, especially one cherished by the leadership, is an infinite honor for me."

When Grace covered her ears, he tied her hands with a tie.

"First experiences are unforgettable. I'll do my best to make this night an unforgettable memory, even if you want to forget it."

"Stop!"

She already wanted to forget.

"Winston, please stop, sniff, sniff...."

"Such... If you're lucky enough to have your wedding night with your fiancé, be careful not to call my name. It would be very rude."

When he mentioned Jimmy again, Grace was enraged.

"I'll kill you, you devil! When the revolution succeeds, I'll be the one to drop the guillotine blade on your neck."

"Then, for my last meal, I'll ask for Grace Riddle, whom I used to enjoy."

"Crazy bastard... sniff, sniff, I'll kill you...."

Lying beneath him, she sobbed and cursed. In his mind, Sally Bristol was in front of him. Leon panted with excitement.

Each time he flexed his waist, her breasts, which jutted out lewdly, jiggled violently. Her slender legs dangled helplessly over his broad shoulders.

The grooves of his well-defined abs were drenched. He wanted to believe it was sweat, but who was he fooling? The liquid covering his body was her vaginal fluid.

Grace's eyes, watching all of this, were empty.

Creak, creak.

The bed groaned. It was too small and narrow to bear the two of them. With each of Winston's thrusts, it seemed about to break. Grace was breaking bit by bit.

"I'll kill you...."

"Ha, go on."

The woman, who had been repeating the same words like a broken record, added another line to her repertoire.

"Please, don't inside...."

He was taken aback.

"Hey, just because I call you Miss Riddle, don't think you're a lady. Why do you think I would plant the noble seed of a nobleman in a body like yours?"

"Ha...."

Just as Grace felt relieved, his eyes sharpened.

"Ah!"

Her body was turned while the shaft was still fully inside. The rough ridges scraped her inner walls, sending sharp sensations through her.

"Ah!"

Grace lifted her head like a dog.

"Strange! Please, ah, don't."

Winston inserted his hand between Grace's legs. The clitoris, already exposed due to the massive girth of his penis, was easily found and rubbed.

He spread the vaginal fluid over the swollen, red nub with his thick fingertips. The slow friction caused her vagina to spasm quickly.

"Chewing away. You don't want to get pregnant, do you? You're determined to pull it out."

"Ah...."

Grace didn't hear his taunts. Buried between her tied hands, she struggled with sensations she had never felt before.

A strong urge to release something from her intimate area, brutally ravaged by Winston's penis and fingers, surged.

No, no.

Not knowing what it was, Grace trembled with fear and tried to hold back. But her opponent wouldn't let her.

His other hand joined in, greedily grabbing and fondling the breast that had been pressed and squeezed between Grace's body and the mattress.

The sound of squishing flesh was loud. Each time he thrust, the coarse fabric of the sheet rubbed her sensitive nipples, pushing them into the flesh and digging them out with his fingertips.

"Ah, ah!"

"See, it feels good, doesn't it?"

His wet lips sucked on her earlobe, and he spat out cruel whispers in a hissing voice.

"Baby, go ahead. It's okay. Your fiancé will forgive you."

He pushed Grace to the edge by stimulating her pleasure points and guilt simultaneously.

She struggled to pull away his hand. When she tried to crawl forward on her knees and elbows, Winston grabbed her buttocks roughly and thrust even harder.

A living, writhing mass seemed to stir deep in her abdomen. Squish, squish. The thick head of his penis pounded and battered the tender flesh.

Each time, an indescribable heat rose within her. It was a new sensation, something she had never felt before. The arrogant invader ravaged her virgin territory as if it were his own.

"No...."

It didn't hurt. That made it even more terrifying.

"Ah, no...."

Winston chuckled behind her. He knew it was partly a lie.

She hated the man, but not the pleasure of intercourse.

She had been trained to endure torture, but not to endure pleasure. She had no idea how to resist this overwhelming, disgustingly sweet pleasure.

Her inner walls began to contract in rhythm with the man's rough thrusts. It felt like a betrayal by her own body. Soon, her mind betrayed her as well.

How many times did the blunt mass rub against her clitoris and inner walls?

"Ah, no...."

Before she could finish her plea, Grace let out a loud cry. She had reached her climax.

Her body stiffened. She couldn't breathe even with her mouth open. Her heart felt like it would burst.

The pleasure she had felt from the man's feet and hands was nothing compared to the sexual ecstasy of penetration.

Her vision turned white, as if a blind person had suddenly opened their eyes. Time seemed to stop as she felt nothing but bliss.

"Ah... ah...."

The thick mass began to subtly rub her sensitive spots again. Her body, which had betrayed her, couldn't control itself and shook her hips slightly.

Her body felt like it belonged to someone else. Her toes twitched intermittently, scratching the sheet, but she couldn't stop. Her inner walls squeezed Winston's penis, giving him pleasure, and she couldn't stop that either.

It felt like an illusion, as if this wasn't real.

Ironically, it felt like she was in heaven. The devil's face, looking at her intently and kissing her bare shoulder, seemed almost angelic.

She was going mad.

The moment the devil laughed with joy, she snapped back to reality.