Page 57 of Violent Love: Viktor
She shuddered and let out another broken sound, no words, just a ruined breath muffled by the pillow. I didn’t move. I stayed buried inside her, letting her cunt squeeze and throb aroundme. My cock pulsed. So did her pussy. She was trained well—obedient enough to clench around me even in her sleep.
“I fuck you when I want, little bitch,” I whispered, leaning down to her ear.“That’s what you’re here for.”
She whimpered, soft and barely there, but it was all the invitation I needed. I pulled out an inch and slammed back in, slow but punishing. Her body jerked forward, the impact driving the plug even deeper. Another cry caught in her throat, fragile and involuntary.
She wasn’t awake. Not really. But she didn’t need to be.
She was mine.
Every part of her.
Every delicious hole.
Her cunt clenched around me like it didn’t want to let go. I felt every flutter, every twitch. Her body was begging—obedient without thought. That was the part I liked best. No filter. No resistance. Just need.
I rocked my hips, dragging the plug against the tight ring of her ass with every grind. It forced a deeper stretch around both intrusions—my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, and the thick plug twisting inside her second hole like it belonged there.
She moaned again, soft and pathetic.
“That tail’s in deep now, you filthy whore,” I muttered, one hand sliding down to cup the base of it.“Every thrust presses it harder. You feel that? Stuffed full like the pretty little cocksleeve you are.”
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her head lolled to the side, mouth slack, drool sliding over the corner of her lips.
I gripped the base of the tail and gave it a cruel twist.
Her whole body jolted.
“Good girl,” I whispered, dragging my cock out slow, then slamming it back in hard enough to shove the plug deeper. Her ass bounced, her thighs trembled beneath me. Another ragged sound escaped her—pain, pleasure, whatever it was, I didn’t care. I just needed to hear her break again.
“You don’t even know what day it is anymore, do you?” I breathed against her nape.“Your only job is to stay full. Full of cock. Full of cum. Full of pain.”
I pistoned my hips harder, pounding her ruined cunt while the plug kept grinding into her from behind, trapped tight between our bodies. Her body rocked beneath me, helpless to stop the rhythm. Her slick coated my balls, her thighs soaked. She was leaking everywhere. Again.
“You’ll wake up ruined and aching and not even remember how many times I came in you,” I growled.“But your holes will remember. Your body always remembers me.”
I leaned down, teeth grazing her shoulder, cock hammering into her. My fingers slid between us and pressed against the bulge where the plug sat buried inside her.
She whimpered, and I smiled.
“That’s right. Your Master’s still not done.”
She started to tense—hips grinding, cunt spasming around me. Her body remembered what to do. Even unconscious, she was trained to cum on command.
“That’s it,” I whispered, voice low and cruel.“You gonna squirt all over my bed, you dirty bitch? Gonna milk me dry without even waking up?”
Her moans deepened, breath catching on every thrust. The plug rubbed harder with every slam of my hips, grinding mercilessly against her inner walls. Her thighs began to shake. Her cunt clenched like a vice.
I reached around, thumb flicking her clit just once.
She shattered.
A violent scream tore from her throat as her body seized, squirting hard around my cock. Her legs kicked, muscles clamping down like she was trying to wring every drop from me. I snarled at the pressure, the feel of her cunt spasming around my cock like she didn’t want to let me go.
So I didn’t.
I fucked her through it, letting her ride the edge of blackout bliss while my balls tightened, aching to unload in the hole that claimed me.
But she didn’t get what she wanted.
