Chapter 58- Viktor is DEAD!

Helena tried to push herself up, enraged and humiliated, but Viktor plunged a single finger deep into her cunt from behind with a wet "squelch".A raw, choked moan was torn from her throat.

"Ahhhn~!! ... haa... ooww~" Helena’s voice cracked into a bitchy whine, her walls clenching around the invading finger, slick juices coating it as she winced, the raw edges stinging sharply. ♡

Her body’s betrayal was complete now.

The pain from her torn walls only intensified the sensation, making her hypersensitive, every nerve firing at once.

Her hips rocked back against his hand despite herself, despite Mira’s weight against her face, despite her position of utter humiliation.

Before she could scream, his other hand grabbed her chin, and he bit her lip, hard, until tears sprang to her eyes.

"You are naive, Helena," he growled, his face inches from hers.

His finger twisted inside her, rubbing against the raw, torn walls with another slick "squish".

She froze, his words cutting through the pain and violation.

Her body went limp in the water, her struggles ceasing as the final, terrible piece of the puzzle clicked into place as he said...

"Royal family was behind all this... my Helena."

She trembled violently, the name a terrified whisper on her bruised lips.

"R-Royal family?"

Helena’s mind spiraled into fractured understanding.

Her thoughts scattered as another wave of shame crashed through her. She’d tried to drag him back to face the Count, to clear his name—but if what he was saying was true, if the royal family had orchestrated his fall, then any return would be a death sentence.

’I was... trying to kill him... without knowing...’

"Hiiih~..." Helena whimpered faintly, her voice breaking into a soft, animal quiver, body shuddering in the water as Viktor’s fingers stretched her pussy walls in flutter, each movement a reminder of her utter helplessness.

Her eyes were fixed on the water’s surface again, watching the blurred shape of his thighs, before she felt herself turn back again with him causing her thighs to lay on either side of him.

"Don’t think much about it, just have faith in me, my dear wives." Viktor said before his hands wrapped around Helena’s naked body, her own large breasts weighing down her chest and increasing her weight against gravity.

His push down was the last snap as she sat on his cockhead, already steel-erect kissed her anal tight ring, and the result was simply brutal.

PHACK!

That single, brutal sound was the tearing of her world.

"H—HEEIKKK—!!?"

Her shriek was instantly swallowed by the pond as Viktor’s entire length invaded her.

It wasn’t a stretch; it was a violent, splitting impalement that shot white-hot agony through her entire lower body.

His cock, thick as a blacksmith’s forearm and long around 7.8 inches, filled and violated a part of her she never knew could be entered so brutally, the blunt head ramming past protesting muscle until his heavy balls slapped hard against her drenched ass crack.

The sheer force of his entry made her see stars, a blinding flash of pain that threatened to tear her in two.

"URGHH—" Tears streamed from her eyes, mixing with the pond water as a raw, animalistic scream tried to fight its way up her throat.

Before it could break the surface, his mouth crashed down on hers.

"Mmphhh~!" It wasn’t a kiss; it was a conquest.

His lips were hard, demanding, his tongue plunging past her teeth to suffocate her cry, stealing the air from her lungs.

His other hand, already wrapped around her waist, tightened like a steel vise, pinning her own hands between their bodies.

She was trapped, impaled, and silenced like a perfect onahole.

Her mind was a vortex of pure agony. ’Splitting—I’m being split apart—it hurts—make it stop—’

The brutal kiss muffled her agonized moans into pathetic, gurgling whimpers against his tongue.

Pain and the sheer violation of it all made her eyes roll back into her head, the sunlight fading into a white haze of impending unconsciousness.

Her body went limp, a broken doll seated and mashing on his balls.

Just as the darkness threatened to claim her, her blurring vision caught a figure through vintage point.

It was Mira. She stood there, her two finger spreading her pussy, one hand kneading her own massive saggy boob, a victorious, cruel smirk twisting her lips.

Through the watery haze and her own tears, Helena could see her mouth the words, her expression dripping with contemptuous pity.

"Sleep well, I will serve my husband’s cock... and replace you."

Something inside Helena snapped.

The image of Mira’s smug triumph was a splash of icy water on her soul.

Her eyes, which had been rolling back, flew wide open, blazing with a sudden, furious light.

A violent tremor shot through her, her hip muscles twitching and then clenching with newfound resolve.

The agony was still there, a roaring fire in her core, but now it was fuel.

With a surge of desperate strength, she hugged him back, her arms wrapping tight around his waist underwater. Her mind screamed defiance. ’No... not her... ’I’ am his...’

Then, using the wiry, powerful muscles of a maid accustomed to a lifetime of labor, she strained.


Her thick thighs, trembling with the effort, corded with tension.

With a guttural cry muffled by his relentless kiss, she began to lift herself.

The friction of his cock dragging along her raw, torn insides sent a fresh wave of blinding pain, but she fought through it, inch by agonizing inch, rising up his shaft.

For a moment, she hovered at the peak, her violated body stretched taut, before she slammed herself back down with all her might.

Her weighr cruahed his balls, as if defalating two balloons to shoot now as he groaned from sheer press and sensation," Urgh... H-hey—*

A shriek of pure, unadulterated sensation—pain and a twisted, burgeoning pleasure—finally ripped past his lips as she broke the kiss.

It was a raw, territorial roar that echoed across the silent pond.

"I AM HIS FIRST WOMAN!"

"Urghh... Shit, Helena, My BALLLSS!"

Her violent slam had crushed his balls with devastating force, the sensitive orbs flattening against her ass crack like overripe fruit under a boot. His eyes bulged wide, pupils swallowing the irises as a lightning bolt of exquisite, brain-melting pain lanced up from his groin, hijacking every nerve.

For a frozen instant, his body locked solid, muscles bulging as his mind short-circuited.

"UUUGHHHHH~!!" Viktor’s bellow ripped from his gut like a wounded beast, hips bucking wild and unbidden. His head whipped back, cords of neck vein popping as his eyes rolled up, whites flashing like a possessed demon, thick saliva drooling from slack lips in shiny ropes that splattered his heaving chest.

"W-What—?! YOUNG MASTER?!" Mira’s smug poise shattered into shrill alarm, her face draining of color. She splashed forward clumsily, those hefty tits flopping like startled fish. "What happened?! Are you okay?!"

Viktor had no words left—his body was a runaway engine now.

That ball-crushing vise ignited a feral chain reaction deep in his core. His prostate clenched like a fist, shaft throbbing with savage urgency as the first massive jet of cum rocketed out, scalding and thick as molten cream.

"HRRGGGGHHHHH~!!" The guttural snarl vibrated through them both as the eruption hit, his hips snapping up so hard Helena’s frame hoisted off the pond bottom, dangling impaled on his geysering rod—like a bridge arching under impossible weight, her anal grip locking her in place.

"AHHHHHNN~!! IT’S BLASTING~!!" Helena howled, lids flaring as the fiery deluge scorched her shredded depths, bloating her guts with relentless pressure. "H-HE’S FLOODING ME~!! TOO HOT~!! TOO FULL~!!"

She quaked like a leaf in a storm, each pulsing squirt syncing with his pained grunts, her walls milking involuntarily as overflow bubbled out in pearly globs, clouding the water milky around their joined hips.

"KEEP PUMPING~!! IT WON’T END~!!" Mira screeched, lunging in to clutch Helena’s shoulders, nails biting skin in frantic worry laced with twisted thrill. "Holy shit, look~!! He’s unloading like a broken hose~!!"

Viktor’s gaze vanished deeper into his skull, another brutal contraction ripping through him—balls still pancaked, firing off electric jolts of hurt-bliss that twisted his features into a drooling mask of ecstasy-torture.

"Y-YOUR BALLS~!! THEY’RE FLATTENED—!" Helena’s plea fractured into garbled yelps as a fresh gush surged in, her belly subtly swelling from the sheer volume, excess squirting back with wet *plurts* that stung her raw rim.

"UUUURRRGHHHHH~!!" His rumble turned thunderous, frame seizing in endless waves, the agony fueling a cum torrent that bloated her ass into a creamy balloon, veins bulging on his shaft from the strain.

"S-STOP~!! MERCY~!!" Helena blubbered, tears carving paths down her cheeks as the nonstop barrage pushed her toward blackout, her thighs clamping his waist in desperate overload.

"HE’S STILL ERUPTING~!!" Mira wailed at fever pitch, her own slit drooling visibly into the froth, body thrumming with horrified lust. "YOUNG MASTER~!! SAY SOMETHING~!! YOUR FACE~!!"

Yet another vicious pulse hammered home, Helena shrieking as it painted her insides white-hot. Viktor’s world narrowed to the vise on his nuts, the ironclad suck of her ass, the infinite spurts draining him dry—his jaw lolling, spit cascading like a faucet, head lolling bonelessly.

"AHHHHHHH~!! SHUT IT OFF~!!" Helena’s cry peaked, body jittering on the brink.

"Y-YOUNG MASTER~!! BLINK IF YOU’RE ALIVE~!!" Mira flailed, pawing at his arm but yanking back, terrified to worsen the chaos.

He registered nothing but the storm—the crush, the clench, the endless flood. And in a fleeting, hazy corner of his mind:

’F..fuck... these women will be the death of me...’