Try Begging Novel - Chapter 36

“…What?”

The scraping sound of a chair being pushed back was followed by the click of a belt buckle. At the unbelievably dreadful sound, Grace struggled to lift her head, and her face instantly blanched.

No. I don’t want this.

Before her, Winston stood tall, radiating a chilling aura. Was it due to her dazed state? The throbbing, copper-colored column of flesh, rearing its head fiercely from the center of the man’s body, seemed like a venomous snake poised to strike her dead.

Her vision swam.

“Winston, please…”

“Open your mouth.”

“Ah!”

Her hair was seized. He gave her no time to finish her pained gasp before thrusting his member into her open mouth.

“Ugh!”

The column of flesh plunged straight down her throat. The moment the blunt, heavy mass jammed against the back of her throat, Grace gagged.

“Ugh…”

As her throat constricted and gripped the tip, Winston let out a guttural groan. The flesh, which had been obstructing her gasping breaths and crushing her delicate mucous membranes, slowly withdrew.

“Haa, ngh…”

She was given no respite. The column of flesh, slick with Grace’s saliva, slid back into her throat. Tears streamed down her face.

“Ugh, ngh…”

I can’t breathe. It’s disgusting. I’m going to throw up.

Winston gripped the back of Grace’s head fiercely and thrust his hips roughly.

Squish-squish. The vulgar sound of his member rubbing against her wet tongue was utterly repulsive. As she clearly saw the long, snake-like mass constantly moving in and out of her mouth, Grace trembled with humiliation.

Even his thrusts, violating a woman, were those of a torturer. When it entered, it plunged in with a single, brutal thrust; when it withdrew, it scraped slowly from the root of her tongue to the tip. Every movement was agonizing.

The length she measured with her mouth seemed endless. Since Winston held the base with his hand, it hadn’t even entered completely. Yet, the thought that this sufficiently menacing object would eventually be thrust all the way into her belly made her vision go black.

“Hmph…”

Grace resisted with all her might and pleaded. Winston’s two legs, standing like pillars, didn’t budge no matter how much she pushed or hit them.

Even when she clutched his belt and looked up at him with pleading eyes, he only stared down at her, his eyes blazing with cold fury and hot lust.

“Ngh, hmph…”

She tried to prevent it from entering her mouth by gripping the base of his member, which she never wanted to touch, but…

“Haa… Don’t be troublesome.”

Winston pulled his hand away.

“Don’t use your teeth.”

He gripped Grace’s jaw with one hand and pressed her cheeks. Her mouth helplessly opened under his grip.

His thrusts, which had only been stabbing and withdrawing, changed. His member jabbed wildly inside her widened mouth.

“Ah, hmph… Huk, ngh…”

Each time Leon thrust his hips, the woman’s cheeks bulged.

It was more than she had ever imagined.

“My dear Miss Riddle, a lady looking so dazzlingly beautiful, with her breasts bared like a savage and the most savage part of a man’s body in her mouth.”

“Hmph…”

“It suits you perfectly.”

As he mocked her and stroked her cheek, which had molded to the shape of his member, a thrilling ecstasy intensified.

The woman tried to push him away with her tongue, but it was useless. As the soft flesh wrapped around and rubbed against his tip, Leon trembled slightly from the pleasure that coursed down his spine.

“Haa… Now you’re finally earning your keep.”

His gaze, savoring the woman’s involuntary tongue play, gradually softened.

Pop. His member suddenly withdrew. Saliva, pushed out along with the long column of flesh, dripped from Grace’s mouth.

“Haa…”

Was he giving her time to breathe? Or was this disgusting act finally over?

Winston pulled his chair back and sat in front of Grace.

“Haa, ngh…”

It was foolish to expect any mercy from this man. Her nape was seized again, and her face was forced into Winston’s crotch.

“Now you suck.”

As if forcing a nipple into a baby’s mouth, Winston forcibly pressed the tip of his member, from which clear fluid oozed, into Grace’s mouth. The moment the hot, soft mass entered her mouth, humiliation and rage surged again.

But she couldn’t overcome the weight of resignation and despair. Holding the hot flesh, she rolled her tongue just as Winston had done to her breast. The salty taste of arousal spread across her tongue.

“A little deeper.”

A large hand pressed down on the back of her head, and half of his member plunged in. Grace squeezed her eyes shut and worked her tongue.

The flesh felt smooth and soft against her tongue, but inside, it was heavy and hard like iron. It was a sensation she never wanted to know.

Winston, who had been observing with a bored expression, resting his chin on his hand, let out a long, displeased sigh.

“Not like a kitten lapping milk from a saucer. Did your fiancé teach you to suck so half-heartedly? He’s a terrible instructor.”

Winston pushed Grace’s forehead, and the wet column of flesh sprang out of her mouth.

“Did you train by sucking his thing like this? You must have at least tried sucking.”

“Haa, I’ve never done this. And what’s with the training? Nonsense, hmph…”

Having obtained the information he wanted, Leon had no need to listen further to the woman. He forced his member back into her mouth.

“So you didn’t train your bride to be a whore. Disappointing. I have a lot to teach you.”

He meticulously gathered Grace’s hair, which had come undone and was falling loose, and gripped it in his hand.

“Miss Riddle, this is how you do it.”

Don’t use your teeth, but wrap your lips around it. Haven’t you ever sucked on an ice cream bar? Suck until your cheeks hollow. Use your hands too. It feels even better if you pull back the foreskin with your lips or hands.

Winston acted like an instructor teaching a recruit how to shoot a gun. He even shook Grace’s head, personally teaching her the rhythm he preferred. It was utterly disgusting.

“Haa, you’re quite good now. You learn fast.”

She had never received such a humiliating compliment in her life. Tears felt like they would burst forth. If she could have had her way, she would have bitten off this filthy thing.

Just how long would she have to endure this sordid act?

She lifted her gaze. Winston wasn’t looking at her. He had turned his head towards the wall where Fred was tied, and suddenly he sneered.

“Looks like Fred wants some too?”

Following Winston’s cold gaze, Grace’s face turned pale with disgust, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Did you see? He’s hard.”

“N-no! This isn’t… Grace, this is absolutely, huk…”

“It would be fun to order him to rape you. He screamed your name the moment I picked up the nippers. He’s brazen enough to get hard listening to what you’re enduring now, so he’d eagerly jump at the chance to violate you.”

Winston smiled vulgarly. Grace didn’t respond.

She knew now. It was useless to beg if this man made up his mind.

She had already braced herself for the worst. She wondered if this man wouldn’t hesitate to call all the soldiers guarding the annex, not just Fred, and order a gang rape.

When she showed no reaction, Winston ran his fingers through her hair, caressing it as if in foreplay, and asked,

“Hm? Should I strip you both and lock you in here?”

“Whatever.”

The moment she uttered her resignation, the playfulness vanished from his pale blue eyes.

Whoosh. Winston threw the dagger he held in his hand.

“Aargh!”

Fred let out a sharp scream.

“Oh dear? Looks like he can’t do it?”

Grace turned her head, and her face went ashen. The dagger was deeply embedded in the center of Fred’s crotch.

“What are you doing, you madman, ah!”

Winston fiercely seized Grace, who shrieked in shock and cursed.

Only when she met his eyes, once again gleaming with madness, just as they had when Jimmy’s name was mentioned, did Grace realize.

If she were to name that madness, would it be twisted possessiveness?

This man wasn’t just violating her out of humiliation and revenge. Why did he keep asking if she had done it with Jimmy? Why was his expression cold when he saw Fred get aroused by her? The situation had been too chaotic, and she had missed it.

This man wanted her all to himself.

“Why? Why don’t you pick up his half-severed cock and shove it in?”

“Ugh, I don’t need it. I never meant I wanted to do it with him.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I’ll do anything you say.”

Winston’s expression softened slightly.

“Then you said you’d spare him. He’ll die from blood loss like that.”

“The only man’s member our darling needs to worry about is mine.”

Winston poked and pushed down his erect penis with his fingertips. It was a command to suck again.