Chapter 137: Continuously humiliating and breaking Shakky. (R-18)
"Stand up."
Lakeman's cold, commanding voice echoed through the dim bar.
Shakky trembled as the words hit her like iron.
She knew she couldn't defy him. Not anymore. Not after what her body had already surrendered to. With shaky legs, she stood, the warmth between her thighs betraying her further as his thick white cum slowly dripped down her inner thigh.
Lakeman's gaze traced every inch of her exposed, abused body—her skin marred with bite marks, red welts, and streaks of his conquest.
She looked like a masterpiece of lust sculpted by his will—a cruel, beautiful ruin.
Without a word, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward an empty table.
Her stomach pressed against the cool wooden surface, her cheek turned to the side. He pushed her down until her upper body was flat against the table, her arms spread helplessly while her legs remained on the floor, ass arched high—offered without resistance.
Smack.
A sharp, loud slap cracked through the silence, his palm connecting with the round, firm flesh of her ass.
"Ungh..." A low, shuddering groan slipped from her lips, her body tensing from the sting.