Try Begging Novel - Chapter 39

The physical pain, fortunately, soon subsided, but the psychological pain was endless.

“Cherish your body.”

Her mother’s admonition echoed in Grace’s mind, which was violently shaken by Winston’s thrusts.

Her mother had been conservative. Since childhood, she had preached to Grace that her virginity should be saved for her wedding night and that she should only sleep with her husband for life.

Grace, wanting to be a beloved daughter, had lived according to her mother’s teachings, even enduring being called old-fashioned.

“Don’t give yourself cheaply to those filthy bastards.”

I didn’t want this either.

Rage surged towards Fred and Jimmy, who had pushed her into this situation. Why did she hate those two more than Winston, who was violating her?

‘No. Please don’t think that. This means nothing. It means nothing.’

She repeated it to herself, as if brainwashing herself, but it was useless before the devil.

Winston lifted Grace’s lower body. The force of him thrusting down, as if driving a stake, naturally bent her waist, fully exposing the point of connection before Grace’s eyes.

The moment her eyes caught sight of the blood-stained copper-colored column of flesh moving in and out of her pink mucous membranes, Grace shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Open your eyes.”

She used her arms to cover her face, but Winston was a devil who knew no mercy. He tormented her until she opened her eyes and received the shameful copulation with all her senses.

“Then shall I bring a camera? Hm? To preserve this historic scene in photographs forever.”

Unable to resist the threat, she opened her eyes. The lecher smiled disgustingly elegantly, and vulgarly jabbed his member into her vulva.

Each time his member, with veins and tendons bulging as if to burst, plunged in, her torn-open vagina made a coarse squelching sound. The uncontained fluid overflowed, wetting the man’s crotch and her thighs.

Tears streamed from Grace’s eyes as she was forced to watch the obscene sight.

She couldn’t believe that her body was connected to Winston. As if reading her thoughts, he raised his voice and shouted,

“Look closely. A greedy pig of the monarchy is defiling you right now.”

“Haaak!”

Thump. His member, which had been pulled out long and was only clinging to the vaginal opening by its tip, plunged all the way to the root in an instant. Grace writhed and groaned.

“Haa… Miss Riddle.”

“Ah, ah, huk… Haa, stop, ngh, please, ah, huk!”

“The first man of Blanchard’s whore, and the whore most cherished by the leadership. It is an infinite honor for me.”

When Grace covered her ears, he tied her hands with his tie.

“They say you never forget your first time. I will do my best to make tonight a memory you can never forget, even if you want to.”

“Stop!”

She already wanted to forget.

“Winston, please stop, huk, huk…”

“Oh dear… If by chance Miss Riddle is lucky enough to have her wedding night with her fiancé, be careful not to call out my name then. It would be very rude.”

When he brought up Jimmy again, Grace was enraged.

“I’ll kill you, you devil! When the revolution succeeds someday, I’ll be the one to drop the guillotine blade on your neck.”

“Then should I ask for Miss Grace Riddle, whom I used to enjoy, as the condemned man’s last meal?”

“Crazy bastard… Huk, huk, I’ll kill you…”

She lay beneath him, wailing and cursing. The Sally Bristol of his imagination was before his eyes. Leon gasped, breathing heavily with ecstasy.

Each time he swayed his hips fluidly, her breasts, with their nipples obscenely protruding, rippled greatly. Her slender legs, draped over his broad shoulders, dangled limply.

The crevices of his clearly defined abs were thoroughly wet. She wanted to believe it was sweat, but who was she fooling? What wet the man’s body was her own vaginal fluid.

Grace’s eyes, watching all of this, were empty.

Creak-creak.

The bed screamed. It was too cramped and small to support both of them. It seemed like it would break with every one of Winston’s thrusts. Grace, too, was slowly breaking.

“I’ll kill you…”

“Haa, yes.”

The woman’s repertoire, which had been monotonously muttering the same words like a broken record player, gained one more phrase.

“Please don’t do it inside…”

Listening to it, he was dumbfounded.

“Listen, Miss Riddle, you seem to be under the illusion that you’re a lady just because I call you that. Why do you think I would sow the noble seed of a nobleman in the body of a whore like you?”

“Haa…”

The moment Grace felt relief, his eyes sharpened.

“Haaak!”

With his member fully embedded, her body was abruptly turned. The rough contours of his body savagely scraped against her inner walls, sending a sharp sexual sensation shooting up to her head.

“Huk!”

Grace, on all fours like a dog, suddenly lifted her head.

“It’s weird! Please, haaak, haa, don’t!”

Winston slipped his hand between Grace’s legs. Due to the immense thickness of his member, her labia were already parted, exposing her clitoris, which he easily found and rolled.

His thick fingertips gently spread her fluid over the reddened clitoris. It was a slow friction, but her vulva convulsed rapidly.

“Chew on it moderately. You don’t want to get pregnant, do you? You’re determined to tear it out.”

“Ung…”

Grace didn’t hear his mockery. She buried her face between her bound arms, struggling with a sensation she had never felt before.

A strong urge to expel something from her secret parts, which Winston’s member and fingers were mercilessly crushing, surged intensely.

No. No.

She didn’t even know what it was, but Grace trembled with fear and tried to hold it back. But her opponent wouldn’t let her.

His other hand joined in. His large hand greedily gripped and toyed with her breasts, which were squeezed between Grace’s body and the mattress, bulging out to the side.

The sound of him kneading her soft flesh was loud. Each time he thrust his hips, he even pushed her nipples, which were sore from rubbing against the coarse sheets, into the flesh and dug at them with his fingertips.

“Ah, huk!”

“Yes, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

His moist lips sucked at her earlobe, then he hissed a cruel whisper in a snake-like voice.

“Darling, come. It’s okay. Your fiancé will forgive you too.”

He stimulated both her erogenous zones and her guilt, driving Grace to the brink.

She struggled to pull his hands away. If she crawled forward on her knees and elbows to escape, Winston would brutally drag her by her buttocks and thrust his member even harder.

Deep in her belly, the flesh writhed like a living snake. Thrust-thrust. His thick head violently rubbed and pounded against her delicate flesh.

With each thrust, an indescribable heat surged through her trembling body. It was a strange sensation to feel something in a place where she had never felt any sensation before. The arrogant intruder probed and stirred the virgin territory, unfamiliar even to its owner, as if it were his own.

“No…”

It didn’t hurt. That’s why it was even more terrifying.

“Ah, huk, no…”

Behind her, Winston chuckled. He knew half of it was a lie.

She hated this man terribly, but she didn’t dislike the pleasure of intercourse.

She had been trained to endure torture, but never to endure pleasure. She had no idea how to overcome this disgustingly sweet pleasure that surged uncontrollably.

Her inner walls began to contract in rhythm with the man’s rough thrusts, both inside and outside her vulva. She felt betrayed by her own body. But soon, her mind also betrayed her.

How many times did the blunt mass of flesh explicitly rub against the part of her belly connected to her clitoris?

“Huk, no…”

Grace couldn’t even finish the word “no” before letting out a loud cry. It was climax.

Her entire body stiffened. She couldn’t breathe even with her mouth open. Her heart felt like it would burst.

The climax she had felt with only the tips of this man’s feet and fingers was nothing compared to the sexual ecstasy she felt from penetration.

Her vision went stark white, as if a blind person had suddenly gained sight. After that, she felt nothing but ecstasy, and time seemed to stop.

“Ah, hmph… Ung…”

The thick mass of flesh began to subtly scrape her sensitive spots again. Her body, betraying her, swayed shallowly, unable to contain its pleasure.

Her languid body felt like it belonged to someone else. Her toes twitched intermittently, scraping the sheets, and though annoying, she couldn’t stop them. She couldn’t stop her inner walls from wantonly kneading his member and giving Winston pleasure.

She even felt the illusion that this wasn’t real.

It was, astonishingly, like being in heaven. The devil’s face, kissing her bare shoulder and gazing at her, even seemed like an angel.

I’m crazy.

The moment the devil smiled happily, her mind snapped back to reality.