Chapter 40

"Sniff... sniff..."

"To be taken by the enemy and die. What a pitiful soldier."

The elite soldier was no longer there.

Not only had she been violated by the man she despised, but she had also felt pleasure and even moved her own hips. Now, she felt like a real prostitute.

The shame of being stripped both physically and mentally was overwhelming. She could no longer bear it.

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

When Winston released her limp body, she collapsed onto the mattress. Her body convulsed again as the thick column of flesh slid out, leaving a long, stimulating trail.

Her sex spasmed, spraying a mixture of fluids. Clear droplets fell onto the maid's uniform and the bedsheet, leaving stains.

"Ugh..."

As soon as his penis slipped out of the woman's body, it began to spurt a thick, viscous liquid. Leon's buttocks, which had been tensed to hold back his orgasm, relaxed.

"Haah..."

A dizzying climax swept through his body. The clouded mind, dulled by lust, gradually cleared. Only then did he notice the mess around him.

The woman, lying prone like a corpse, shuddered with each breath, her buttocks, which had lost their luster and turned a pinkish hue from the beating, convulsed. The semen he had ejaculated was clumped and stuck between her torn bloomers and the crevice of her buttocks.

Seeing her in such a deplorable state, his lower body throbbed again, and his animalistic instincts resurfaced.

'Damn it...'

This annoying sexual desire. The hope that it would be boring if they rolled around in the dirt again was a complete delusion.

His mind clouded over in an instant.

Grace, who had thought it was finally over, was startled and trembled as Winston put a belt around her neck. He pulled it like a dog's leash, forcing her to stand up, and commanded,

"Suck."

In front of her, his penis stood erect.

Why can't I die?

When she looked at it with disgust, Winston wiped the semen and vaginal fluids off his penis with her apron.

"Suck out everything that's inside. If I put it back in, you'll be pregnant with my child in nine months. I doubt Little Jimmy will be willing to raise it."

An angel? He's insane.

Even if all the angels in the world fell, they would still be better than him.

Grace, who had thought absurd thoughts at the moment of climax, twisted his penis as if trying to strangle her own neck.

She pressed her lips to the hole that was still leaking a thick liquid. She sucked like a straw and licked the opening clean, determined not to carry the devil's child. The man closed his eyes tightly and groaned in pleasure. She wanted to bite the hand that stroked her face as if praising her.

"Swallow."

He did not allow her to spit.

"Lie down."

As soon as she obeyed, the hot column of flesh pushed into her still-open vagina. Winston pulled the belt around her neck like a dog's leash and slapped her buttocks hard.

"Ah!"

"Shake. Like a bitch in heat."

The one in heat was him. He became erect again immediately after each orgasm. The relentless sexual act was no different from an animal's mating.

She couldn't count how many times she had sucked out the remaining semen from his penis. By then, she no longer felt disgusted. She had lost count of how many times she had experienced humiliating climaxes after the first few.

As she lay beneath the beast, her vision blurred, and she recalled the scandalous tabloid article she had seen on the train a year ago. It mentioned that lions mate up to 100 times a day during the mating season.

Suddenly, she remembered that the man's name meant lion and laughed. Laughing while being raped. She was not in her right mind.

Winston also seemed to be out of his mind. His unfocused eyes made him look like someone under the influence of drugs.

The always composed man was disheveled.

The refined and noble face that belonged to a sophisticated aristocrat spewed vulgar words that one would expect from a thug in a back alley. Grace was quite surprised, as Winston had never used such crude language, even if the content was vulgar.

The uncharacteristic behavior of the Leon Winston she knew did not end there. The vanguard of the royal army's most trusted revolutionary suppression, the epitome of a proud aristocrat, and the cruel vampire of Camden, greedily sucked and drank from the woman's breasts, making lewd noises.

He even inserted his grotesque member between her breasts, shook it, and ejaculated on her face.

"Beautiful."

He whispered affectionately, as if to a lover, and placed the tip of his penis in her mouth.

How did the man who never hid a single photograph under the bed turn into a sex maniac? Grace asked herself again.

'Have I met a monster, or have I created one?'

The beast's thrusting continued even when the female lost consciousness. How many times had she cried, realizing that she had woken up from one nightmare only to find herself in an even more terrifying one?

"Sniff..."

As Grace's cries turned into hoarse sounds, he continued to thrust, even as he forced water into her mouth.

Her tired gaze fell on Winston's left hand, which was gripping her right breast. Was it her or his wristwatch that was shaking? Struggling to focus, Grace groaned.

"Winston, please..."

When he had laid her on the bed, the hour hand on his wristwatch had pointed to 6. Now, the hour hand was as far from 6 as her legs were spread.

Even passively accepting it was becoming too much. Grace, unable to bear it any longer, pleaded weakly.

"Stop... You've had enough... haven't you?"

"Enough? Is there such a thing?"

Winston, with his swollen and sore nipples in his mouth, mumbled.

Grace squeezed out the last of her strength and tightened her lower abdomen. It was a miserable act to give pleasure to the man who was violating her, but she wanted to escape this way.

"Haah, so you finally remembered your duty?"

He seemed to enjoy Grace's squeezing and sucking, groaning roughly and thrusting harder.

This afternoon, Grace had known little about a man's body. But sadly, in just a few hours, she had learned to recognize the face Leon Winston made just before climax.

'A little more...'

She tightened and relaxed her inner muscles more quickly, moving her hips a few times. Winston, pulling her tightly into his embrace, groaned in her ear.

"Haah, ugh..."

The solid body that enveloped Grace trembled. At this moment, Leon Winston seemed so vulnerable that she could easily kill him. If only she weren't pinned beneath him.

Suddenly, he released his arms and pulled away. As his penis slipped out, Winston grabbed her ankles and spread them wide.

The flesh that had been lodged in her vagina came out with a tearing sound and shot upward. Leon, holding his wet penis, inserted the tip into her clitoris and then relaxed his grip on her lower abdomen.

"Huff..."

"Huff..."

A sticky, candle-like mass slid through the red, swollen flesh. Although it was outside, the feeling of ejaculating into the woman's swamp-like vagina was quite refreshing.

How many times had he felt this extreme sensation? The pleasure she had known before was not true pleasure.

At the same time, he felt a sense of liberation, as if the shackles that had bound him for life had been released, but also a strange feeling, as if he had put on new shackles.

The more he did it, the less his sanity returned; instead, it was eroded. Just a moment ago, he had almost ejaculated inside her uterus, unable to resist the impulse that had plagued him all night, only regaining his senses at the last moment.

Even so, it was a rather dangerous act.

A white mass fell from her now permanently widened vagina. He scooped it out with his hand and clicked his tongue.

'Breeding instinct. What a beast.'

Was he losing his mind because of the woman's scent? The smell of blood, sweat, and his own semen filled the air as Leon collapsed on top of her.

"Haah, Grace Riddle. You smell good."

He did not get up for quite a while. Grace, lying beneath the well-trained soldier's body, had to endure the aftereffects.

After a few kisses that made her head spin and a few hand tricks that made her scream with her exhausted throat, Winston finally got up.

"Stay still."

He tied Grace to the bed rail with a rope and went to the bathroom attached to the torture room. The sound of water continued as he showered.