Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion
Chapter 615- Hanging Delicious Chick
"mm... hhpppmmm.... mmhnhh~~"
Vess hung in the dark.
A single rope bound her wrists above her head. It stretched to the tent’s center pole, suspending her thick body mid-air. Her ankles were tied to her thighs with coarse hemp. The knots dug into her skin. Her knees were forced apart. She dangled like a slab of meat left to marinate in its own filth.
Her mouth was stuffed.
Her own panties—soaked through with saliva and the bitter taste of her arousal—filled her throat. The gag was tight.
"Gghhnn~ ummnghh~"
She could not swallow properly. Drool spilled from the corners of her lips. It ran down her chin in thick strands. It dripped onto her chest. It pooled in the hollow between her bound, heavy tits.
Between her legs, another fabric was crammed deep.
Lena’s panties. Stripped from the younger sister after hours of relentless fucking. Shoved into Vess’s cunt until only a thin strip of lace peeked from her swollen, dark lips.
The cotton was saturated. It dripped. Her juices mixed with Raven’s seed and leaked in a steady, warm stream onto the tent floor below.
The puddle beneath her was obscene. A mixture of everything they had done to her.
A wine bottle was lodged in her ass.
Small. Narrow. The glass neck was buried inside her anal ring. The body of the bottle hung heavy. Dark red liquid sloshed inside. It was uncorked. The wine poured slowly through the neck—directly into her bowels. She felt the cool liquid filling her. Stretching her. Invading her alongside the cold glass.
She could not count the hours.
Time had dissolved. There was only the burn in her shoulders. The ache in her jaw. The cold wine flooding her guts. The heat of the seed drying on her skin. She wanted it to end. She gasped through her nose. Her eyes were half-open. Empty. Her thick body swayed with every small movement of the rope.
The rope burned her wrists.
The hemp was rough. It had rubbed her skin raw. Red rings circled her arms. Her hands were numb. Her fingers twitched. She could not feel her palms. She could only feel the weight of her own body pulling her down. The stretch of her arms. The strain in her shoulders.
She swung.
The rope twisted. Her body rotated. Her heavy tits swayed with the motion. The flesh was marked—red ropes, bite bruises, slap prints. She was completely naked. Completely displayed. Completely used. The wine in her belly sloshed. She felt like a cask. A vessel. A thing.
The panties in her pussy shifted.
Every swing made the fabric move. It rubbed against her clit. The lace was rough. It scraped her swollen nub. She was oversensitive. Every shift sent a spark through her. She hated it. She hated her body for responding. The insignia above her cunt was pulsing. It forced her to feel pleasure. It forced her to leak.
The swing carried her around.
Her blurred vision caught the other side of the tent.
Lena.
The younger sister was tied to a rough wooden chair. Both wrists were bound behind the backrest with coarse hemp. Her legs were spread wide. Her bare cunt was pressed directly against the sharp, splintered edge of the chair’s front lip. She was grinding against it—not by choice, but by the brutal force of the cock behind her.
Raven was destroying her ass.
He stood behind the chair. His hips slammed against Lena’s lower back. His twelve-inch cock was buried to the hilt in her bowels. The chair creaked with every impact. Lena’s body was driven forward with each thrust. Her pussy lips scraped against the wooden edge. The sharp corner dug into her clit. Splinters bit into her tender flesh.
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
Her screams were raw. Desperate. Animal. The sound of a girl being broken by cock and wood at the same time. Her tongue hung out. Her eyes were rolled back to the whites. Tears poured down her cheeks in a continuous stream. Her face was red. Her mouth was open.
Raven did not care.
His heavy balls swung forward with each thrust. They slapped against the wood beneath the chair. The rough grain rubbed against his sack. The friction made him groan. He enjoyed it. The pain of the wood against his balls mixed with the tight, drunken heat of Lena’s ass. He fucked her harder.
PAH PAH PAH—
"KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!! MASTER— PLEASE— IT HURTS— THE CHAIR— IT IS CUTTING ME—!!"
Lena’s thighs trembled. The sharp edge was sawing into her pussy. Her clit was raw. Her lips were swollen. She was being fucked from behind and sawed from below. Her mind was fracturing. Her screams were continuous. She was losing her voice. Her throat was shredded.
Vess watched.
Her heart tore.
’Leave her,’ she screamed in her mind. ’Leave my younger sister. Leave her. What are you doing to her? Stop. Please. I will do anything. Just stop hurting her. She is only eighteen. She is innocent. She is stupid. But she is mine. My sister. My blood. Stop. I beg you. I will kill you. I will serve you. Just stop.’
But her mouth was stuffed. The panties absorbed her muffled cries. Only wet, desperate grunts escaped her nose. "Mmmph! Nngh! Mmm!"
Tears ran down Vess’s face. She swung back. The rope twisted again. The wine bottle shifted in her ass. The glass neck scraped her inner walls. More wine poured into her. She felt bloated. Humiliated. Broken. Her body was a vessel for his cruelty. A wine cask. A fucktoy. A commander reduced to hanging meat.
Raven pulled out of Lena.
SKHLRK—
The younger sister collapsed forward. Her pussy was still grinding against the sharp chair edge. Her ass was gaping. Seed and blood leaked from the ruined ring. She gasped. Her chest heaved. Her tits pressed against the rough wood. She was sobbing. Trembling. Her tongue was still out. Her eyes were half-closed. She was drooling.
Raven walked toward Vess.
His cock was still hard. Twelve inches. Thick. Coated in Lena’s anal filth and his own seed. It swung heavily between his thighs as he moved. The head was swollen and dark. The veins pulsed. He reached the hanging woman. He looked at her. At the wine bottle. At the dripping cunt. At the tears.
He grabbed the wine bottle.
He twisted it.
"MMMMNPH~!! NGHHH~!! MMMMM~!!"
The glass rotated inside her ass. The neck scraped her walls. The wine poured faster. It flooded her bowels. The sensation was overwhelming. She screamed behind her gag. The sound was like a pig being slaughtered. Wet. Violent. Helpless. Her body convulsed on the rope. Her heavy tits shuddered. Her thighs trembled.
Raven chuckled.
The sound was warm and absolutely cruel.
He pulled the bottle out.
SKHLRK—
A gush of dark red wine followed. It poured from her gaping anal ring. It mixed with the seed and juices dripping from her cunt. The liquid ran down her thighs in thick, warm streams. It splattered on the floor. It looked like blood. Like wine. Like the filth of her own degradation. The smell was sharp. Alcoholic. Musky.
He poured the rest over her body.
The cold red liquid splashed across her tits. It ran down her stomach. It pooled in her navel. It dripped from her bound, swollen nipples. She was soaked. Marinated. A wine-drenched fuckpig hanging for his pleasure. The red liquid ran down her face. It mixed with her tears. It stained her white hair.
He placed his cock against her anal.