Chapter 330- After I finish Those
The girl’s eyes were wide, fixed on the scene—her mother’s thick body being used by five men simultaneously, the cocks visible going into every hole, the cum and sweat dripping, the smell of sex and filth filling the room.
The mother looked at her.
Through the tears. Through the cocks. Through the overwhelming, crushing, suffocating reality of being the vessel for five men’s morning pleasure.
She tried to smile.
A broken, demolished, completely destroyed smile that said ’I am fine, I am saving you, I am taking this for you.’
But the girl saw the truth.
She saw the way her mother’s eyes were rolling back when the tall man hit her throat. She saw the way her mother’s hands were trembling, not from effort but from the neurological overload of two cocks grinding in her ass. She saw the way her mother’s pussy was leaking—not just cum, but the thin, clear fluid of a body that had been pushed past its limits and was now simply reacting.
"Please..." the girl whispered to the empty room. "Someone... save... before... before..."
Her voice trailed off.
The men were getting louder.
"Fuck this ass is good—" the scarred man groaned.
"Her tits are fucking huge—" the chubby man grunted, thrusting faster between them.
"Swallow it, mother—" the tall man commanded, burying himself in her throat.
The fat man grabbed her face.
His thick fingers on her jaw, turning her slightly toward him while the tall man’s cock was still in her mouth, making her look at him while he fucked her cunt.
"You’re a good fuck," he said. "For a thick old bitch. No wonder Vekar threw you away after one use. You were too much for him. Needed six men to handle you."
The mother moaned.
A long, broken, muffled sound that carried no words, only the pure, raw, animal sound of a woman who had been reduced to holes and weight and tits.
"Let’s see if she can take two in her cunt too," the younger man said, stroking himself nearby.
"No—" the tall man pulled out of her mouth. "Wait. I want to cum on her face first."
He stroked himself rapidly.
The long curved cock in his fist, pointed at her face. The mother looked up at him, her mouth hanging open, her lips swollen, her eyes streaming.
"Look at me," he said. "Look at me while I—"
He came.
Thick ropes of cum shooting across her face—one hitting her forehead, one across her nose, one on her chin, the last spilling onto her enormous tits. The warm, thick, bitter seed coating her skin, running down her face, dripping from her chin onto her chest.
"Fuck—" he groaned.
The scarred man in her anal came next.
His cock pulsing deep in her ass, his load pumping into the already-cum-filled space, adding to the reservoir inside her. He gripped her hips hard, his nails digging into her flesh, his thrusts becoming short and violent.
"HHNNNGH—" the mother screamed.
The new hairy man followed.
His cock pulsing alongside the scarred man’s, both of them filling her anal with simultaneous loads, the double creampie making her ring overflow immediately, the thick white fluid running from the stretched pucker and down her thighs in obscene rivers.
"Fuck yeah—" the new man grunted.
The fat man in her cunt came.
His thick cock pumping her full, his belly shaking with the effort, his hands grabbing her tits and squeezing the cum-covered flesh.
"Taking it all—" he groaned.
The chubby man between her tits came.
His load shooting upward, hitting her chin, her neck, pooling in the hollow of her throat and running down between her cleavage.
She was covered.
Cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits, in her anal, in her cunt, dripping from every hole and every curve. The smell of it—mixed with the unwashed stench of the men—created a miasma that made her gag.
She collapsed.
The cocks pulling free—wet, dragging, obscene sounds—the men stepping back, zipping up or simply letting their softening cocks hang, laughing, breathing hard.
The mother fell onto her side.
Her face against the cold stone, her ass still raised, cum pouring from both her anal and her cunt, her tits flat against the floor, her body shaking with silent, wrecked sobs.
"Mother—" the girl whispered.
Her voice cracked.
The mother turned her head.
Looked at her daughter through the cum on her eyelashes.
"I’m..." she breathed. "I’m... fine..."
The girl shook her head.
"No," she whispered. "No..."
The men were laughing.
"Tomorrow again," the scarred man said, pulling on his pants.
"Maybe tonight," the fat man laughed. "Maybe we come back at lunch."
They moved toward the door.
The air was cold.
The room smelled of sex and filth and despair.
The girl pressed her face against the bars.
"Please..." she whispered to the empty air. "Someone... save... before..."
She never finished.
Because the air changed.
A hum.
Low. Vibrant. The sound of energy tearing through the dimensional fabric.
A yellow light opened in the center of the room.
Not a door. A portal—a perfect oval of golden energy, tearing through the air, the edges crackling with static. The light from it was warm, alien, completely out of place in the cold stone room.
The men froze.
Their laughter cut off. Their hands on their zippers stopping. Their heads turning toward the light.
The mother on the floor didn’t move.
But her eyes—her streaming, cum-covered, demolished eyes—found the yellow glow.
The girl in the cage went silent.
The boot sound came first.
A single step.
Hard. Heavy. Deliberate.
The heel of a boot striking stone from inside the portal, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.
Then the figure stepped through.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Handsome in a way that registered even through the grime of the room. Dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes that scanned the room with the flat, unimpressed gaze of a man who had seen worse and was now simply cataloging.
He wore his hand in his pocket.
Casual. As if he had stepped into a tavern rather than a gang-rape scene.
Beside him—a blonde woman.
Enormous tits, golden horns, wings folded tight behind her back, her golden eyes scanning the room and narrowing with a fury that made the air feel colder. Her tail lashed behind her, the tip snapping with audible force.
On his other side—a pregnant woman.
Dark hair, dark eyes, her hand resting on the dome of her belly, her expression carrying the careful, controlled blankness of someone who had learned to hide their reactions. But her eyes were on the cage. On the girl. On the woman on the floor.
The man looked at the scene.
His gaze moved slowly—from the six men with their cocks out and their pants half-zipped, to the mother on the floor covered in cum and tears, to the cage in the corner, to the girl crying against the bars.
He tilted his head.
His hand still in his pocket.
He spoke.
His voice was even. Warm. The voice of a man asking about the weather.
"Is this," he said, "the headquarters of that trashy idiot, zone master Vekar?"
The scarred man’s mouth opened.
No sound came out.
The man in the doorway—the handsome one with the two women—stepped further into the room. His boot striking the stone again, the sound sharp and clean.
He looked at the girl in the cage.
Then at the mother on the floor.
His expression didn’t change.
But his hand came out of his pocket.
Slowly.
The fingers opening, closing.
"Because," he said, "I have a complaint."
The yellow portal hung behind him, glowing, casting long shadows across the floor and the cum and the broken woman and the silent men.
The morning had arrived.
And it had brought something else with it.
The succubus smiled.
Small. Sharp. Deadly.
"Hello, boys," she said.
Her voice was the voice of a Throne Bishop who had found her prey.
The scarred man took a step back.
His cock still hanging out of his pants.
The handsome man looked at it.
Then looked at his face.
"Put it away," he said pleasantly. "Or I’ll freeze it off."
The scarred man fumbled with his zipper.
The mother on the floor didn’t move.
But her eyes—her streaming, cum-covered, demolished eyes—found the handsome man.
And something flickered in them.
Not hope.
Not yet.
But the first distant shape of it.
The girl in the cage whispered.
"Save..."
The word barely audible.
The handsome man looked at her.
He nodded.
Once.
"Yes," he said.
Then he looked at the six men.
"After I finish with these."