Chapter 379: Drilling Sophia Vale.

Sophia pulled against the rope above her head, wrists twisting, the raw marks darkening as the tendons in her forearms stood out. The metal headboard rang once, dull and short.

The thick, swollen head of my cock pressed firmly against her entrance, nestling hot and heavy between her slick, swollen lips. Her pussy fluttered once — a slow, involuntary kiss that pulsed around the tip, slick heat already coating me, trying to draw me in.

Our eyes met again, dark, locked, breathing each other in. The weight of what we were doing hung thick between us. Sophia Vale. Arms bound. Legs open. The fire she had carried for years finally given a place to go. The air in the cell felt heavier with it.

Then my gaze dragged slowly downward.

Her full breasts heaved with each shallow breath, nipples stiff and flushed dark, the skin around them tight and pebbled. The pale plane of her stomach hollowed and filled. Her legs trembled faintly under my grip, thighs quivering where my hands locked behind her knees, holding her completely open.

And right there, her pussy stretched taut around the broad head of my cock, the purple-pink inner folds glistening and visibly pulsing, trying to pull me deeper.

My father was once here.

I held her legs pinned back, fingers sunk deep into the soft flesh behind her knees, creating pale pressure points that slowly flushed red again as blood rushed back.

I pushed. Just barely.

The thick head sank into her with agonizing slowness. Her entrance resisted at first, tight and hot, the ring of muscle stretching around my girth in a slow, slick burn. Millimeter by millimeter, her pussy yielded, the delicate inner lips parting and gripping the head of my cock as it disappeared inside her.

The friction was intense — velvet heat dragging against every ridge and vein, her walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion, squeezing and releasing in involuntary spasms.

Sophia’s mouth opened. A sharp, broken gasp escaped her, raw and low in her throat. Her head tilted back against the sheet, dark hair shifting across the fabric. Her eyes fluttered, pupils blown wide, the centuries of composure cracking as her body fought and welcomed me at once.

I kept pushing. Deeper.

The stretch was visible — her pussy lips thinning around my thickness, the skin there pulled tight and shiny with her wetness. Every inch felt like breaking through years of restraint, years of whatever she had held shut alone in rooms like this one.

The heavy weight of my cock sank further, her inner walls rippling and clenching around me in slow, powerful waves that milked the length I was feeding her. Sweat beaded along her collarbones, one droplet breaking free and sliding down between her heaving breasts.

Her thighs trembled harder under my hands, muscles jumping. A low, throaty sound escaped her — half moan, half whimper — as another inch slid home.

Her wrists twisted tighter in the rope, the metal frame ticking under the pull.

I didn’t stop. I pushed through the resistance, feeling her open for me, the molten grip of her cunt swallowing more of my cock until the thickest part of me was buried inside her.

The heat was overwhelming, her pulse beating around my shaft in heavy, frantic throbs. Her walls fluttered and squeezed, adjusting to the deep invasion, pulling me in even as her body shuddered beneath me.

Our breathing synced, ragged and heavy. The fact of it sharpened everything: the way her pussy clenched harder around me, the stretch of a source who had asked me not to be gentle, the raw surrender written across her flushed face.

I held there for a long, suspended moment, buried halfway, letting her feel every thick inch of me pulsing inside her while her legs shook in my grip and her chest rose and fell in desperate rhythm. Then I pushed deeper still, chasing that slow, devastating connection, the momentum building between us in the heavy, charged silence of the cell.

The hard white light caught the faint sheen of sweat on Sophia’s skin as her voice broke the quiet.

"Yeah... I feel you."

Her words came out shaky, fractured, each syllable stretched thin with the strain of her body. Her throat worked visibly as she spoke, the pulse at the base of her neck fluttering fast.

She stretched beneath me, her back arching slightly off the mattress, pushing her full breasts upward. The movement made her pussy clench hard around the thick head of my cock still lodged inside her — a powerful, involuntary ripple that travelled down my shaft.

I pushed. Deeper.

The final inches of my cock sank into her with slow, relentless pressure. Her walls resisted for one long, burning moment — tight, scorching heat gripping every ridge and vein — before yielding completely.

I felt the exact moment I bottomed out: the thick base of my shaft stretching her entrance wide, my pelvis pressing flush against her spread pussy, the head of my cock nestled hard against the deepest wall inside her. All of me. Buried to the hilt in her cunt.

She must’ve gone years without sex. She’d practically grown her virginity back.

A deep, guttural groan tore from her throat the instant I settled fully. Her eyes squeezed shut for a heartbeat, then snapped open again, dark and glassy. Her wrists wrenched against the rope above her head, the metal headboard ringing as she tried to reach for me and couldn’t.

The pull was desperate, trembling. Then her strength gave out. She fell back against the mattress with a soft, broken sound, dark hair spilling across the sheet, chest heaving violently.

Her pussy spasmed wildly around my entire length — powerful, rhythmic contractions that milked me from base to tip, hot and slick and impossibly tight. I could feel her heartbeat through her walls, pounding against my cock in heavy, frantic throbs.

She braced herself.

Her hands clenched into fists above her head, fingers locking around the rope, knuckles whitening as she gripped hard.

Her thighs trembled violently in my hold, the muscles jumping under my palms where I kept her legs pinned back and open. A deep flush had spread from her chest all the way down to her stomach, colour blooming beneath her skin.

She looked up at me, eyes wide, lips parted, breath coming in ragged gasps. Then she nodded. Once.

Yes.

I stayed buried inside her for several long, agonizing seconds, letting her feel every thick inch of me stretching her completely, pulsing deep in her core. Her pussy continued to flutter and squeeze around me in aftershocks, adjusting to the devastating fullness, dripping wet heat coating me where we joined.

The air felt heavier. The hard white light sat across our bodies without mercy, highlighting the place where we were locked together — her swollen lips stretched around the base of my cock, the rope taut at her wrists, the metal frame silent under the stillness.

I held her gaze.

And began to move.

[ Extraction in progress. ]