Chapter 51 — A Wife, a Father, and Her Cuckolded Husband (4)

Victor’s massive cock remained buried to the hilt inside Bella’s stretched, quivering pussy, her inner walls still spasming around his throbbing girth in the aftermath of her climax. Thick ropes of his cum and her creamy juices leaked out around the obscene seal where their bodies joined, dripping in heavy, viscous strands onto the cold cave floor.

With a low, primal grunt, Victor tightened his grip on her waist. He lifted her entire body upward as if she weighed nothing, his S-rank hunter strength making the motion effortless. Bella’s legs dangled uselessly, toes barely brushing the ground.

“Aaaahhh… hnnngh…” she moaned weakly, her voice hoarse and broken.

He spun her around in mid-air, keeping his cock lodged deep inside her slick heat. The sudden movement forced another wet squelch as her pussy clenched involuntarily around his invading shaft, more fluids squirting out along his length.

The sudden spin made Bella’s head swim, a dizzying rush of vertigo mixing with the deep, throbbing fullness inside her core. Her pussy instinctively clenched hard around Victor’s massive girth, rippling and squeezing as if trying to hold him in place, but the motion only forced more of her creamy juices to squirt out in warm, messy spurts along his shaft. Her eyes fluttered, a mix of shock and helpless arousal washing over her flushed face as she felt every thick inch shift and grind against her sensitive inner walls.

Now in a crude standing doggy position, Victor’s huge hands clamped firmly on both sides of her wide hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. Bella’s short legs couldn’t reach the ground properly—her knees bent awkwardly, feet kicking helplessly in the air. She looked less like a woman being fucked and more like a broken rag doll folded in half, suspended entirely on his cock and hands.

Bella’s short legs kicked weakly in the air, toes curling in a futile attempt to find some support that wasn’t there. The humiliating posture made her feel completely weightless and powerless, like a broken toy dangling on Victor’s cock. She tried to tense her core and steady herself, but her muscles only fluttered uselessly, causing her pussy to spasm and milk his invading length even more. Fresh tears of shame and overstimulation rolled down her cheeks as soft, broken whimpers escaped her lips.

Her enormous breasts hung heavily downward, swaying like two ripe, pendulous melons under gravity’s pull. The massive, soft orbs stretched toward the floor, nipples hard and swollen, brushing against her own thighs with every tiny shift.

“Nngh… ah… Victor…” Bella whimpered, eyes half-lidded, tears of overwhelming sensation streaking her flushed cheeks.

Victor didn’t wait. He pulled his hips back slowly, inch by agonizing inch, letting her feel every ridged vein and thick inch dragging along her sensitive walls. The wet schlick… schlick… of her drenched pussy reluctantly releasing his monstrous cock filled the cave.

Bella’s breath hitched sharply, her inner walls stretching painfully yet deliciously around the slow withdrawal. She could feel every bulging vein and ridge dragging along her slick tunnel, scraping against her G-spot and making her belly quiver. Despite the overwhelming fullness, she instinctively tried to clench down, as if to keep him inside her, but it only heightened the obscene wet sounds and sent jolts of unwanted pleasure racing up her spine. Her face twisted in a mix of agony and ecstasy, lips trembling.

Then he slammed forward with brutal force.

PLAP!

Bella’s entire body jolted violently in his grip, her massive tits swinging forward then slapping against her face with a heavy smack. Her belly bulged obscenely outward from the depth of his penetration, the outline of his cockhead clearly visible pressing against her womb.

“Aaaahhh—!!” Bella cried out sharply, her voice cracking into a long, broken moan. The brutal slam punched the air from her lungs and made her eyes roll back momentarily. Deep inside, she felt her cervix being kissed hard, her womb forced to yield as her belly visibly bulged outward. Her massive tits swung forward violently, slapping heavily against her own face and leaving red marks on her skin. She tried desperately to brace herself or reach back, but her arms hung limp, fingers twitching helplessly as another wave of shameful pleasure crashed through her trembling body. “Hnnngh…! Victor… ahh—!”

He began thrusting in earnest—long, powerful strokes that made her limp body bounce like a toy. Each thrust ended with a wet, fleshy squelch as his heavy balls slapped against her clit, sending sprays of mixed fluids flying. Her short legs hung uselessly, twitching with every impact, unable to find purchase or brace herself.

From the shadows at the cave entrance, Daniel watched in frozen horror and shameful arousal. His wife—his beautiful Bella—was being used like a piece of meat, her perfect body folded and suspended on his father’s cock. Her face was a mask of helpless ecstasy, mouth open, tongue slightly lolling as she gasped.

Victor’s pace quickened. He fucked her harder, using her hips like handles to pull her back onto his pistoning shaft. PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP! The obscene sounds echoed off the cave walls, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by the constant squelch of her overstuffed pussy.

Bella’s massive hanging breasts swung wildly in wide arcs, nipples tracing invisible patterns in the air, occasionally slapping loudly against her own skin. Her eyes rolled back slightly, but every few thrusts she forced them open, staring toward the darkness where she knew Daniel was watching.

“Mmmph… ahh… hnnn…!” Helpless, broken moans spilled from her lips with every merciless thrust. She could do nothing but take it—her body a limp, cum-soaked rag doll for Victor’s primal lust.

He adjusted his grip, pulling her even tighter, folding her smaller frame more extremely. Her knees nearly touched her own swaying breasts as he railed her without mercy, cock kissing her cervix with bruising force on every stroke. Her belly kept bulging, stretching, the obscene shape of him visible under her skin.

“Aaaahhh… gaaah… nhiii!” Bella’s voice grew weaker, reduced to pathetic, sobbing whimpers as the ruthless pounding continued. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, juices squirting out in messy arcs with each withdrawal, only to be forced back inside with the next devastating plunge.

Victor growled, lost in mana-overloaded frenzy, using her like a living fleshlight. Bella’s head lolled limply, eyes glassy with overstimulation, body jiggling and bouncing helplessly in his iron grip. She could only moan—soft, defeated, utterly broken sounds—as he fucked her without pause, without mercy, treating her like nothing more than a warm, wet hole to empty himself into.

“Hnnngh… ah… ahh…” Her final whimpers faded into exhausted, rhythmic gasps, echoing the relentless PLAP… SQUELCH… PLAP… of their joined bodies.

Victor’s relentless pounding continued without pause, treating Bella’s folded, suspended body like a broken rag doll. Each brutal thrust sent her short legs kicking limply in the air, her massive breasts swinging heavily like pendulous weights, slapping wetly against her thighs and ribs with every impact. The wet PLAP-PLAP-PLAP of his hips slamming into her ass echoed through the cave, accompanied by the constant obscene squelch of her overstuffed pussy stretching around his monstrous cock.

Daniel stood frozen at first, his heart twisting in agonizing pain as he watched his wife’s face contort in a mix of overwhelming pleasure and helpless suffering. Her eyes were glassy, body jolting like a lifeless toy with every savage stroke that made her belly bulge obscenely. He couldn’t watch her suffer like this anymore.

With a series of mechanical click-clack-click sounds, Daniel’s quantum armor plates detached and folded rapidly, collapsing into a compact metallic suitcase that he set down beside his feet. Stripped down to his underclothes, he stepped forward, his hands trembling as he reached for Bella.

He slid his arms under her upper body, lifting and supporting her torso gently against his chest so she no longer flopped violently with each thrust. Her enormous, sweat-slicked breasts pressed softly against him, heavy and warm.

Bella’s tear-filled eyes fluttered open, locking onto his face. A sob broke from her throat.

“Daniel… I’m sorry…” she whispered hoarsely, voice cracking with emotion. Fresh tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. “I’m so sorry…”

But before she could say more, Victor drove forward with a powerful PLAP!, his thick cock spearing deep into her cervix. Bella’s words dissolved into a broken moan.

“Aaaahhh—hnngh!!”

Her head lolled back, mouth falling open wide as her mind went blank from the overwhelming sensation. Her pink tongue slipped out, drooling uncontrollably as thick strands of saliva dripped from her lips. With every subsequent thrust—squelch… PLAP… squelch… PLAP—her body jerked forward violently, sending long, messy ropes of her drool flying toward Daniel. The warm saliva splattered across his face, cheeks, and lips, some even landing on his chest as he stood close supporting her upper body.

From Daniel’s tortured perspective, the sight before him was no longer his elegant, graceful wife Bella. What he saw was a completely broken fucktoy — a drooling, sobbing mess of a woman who no longer resembled the refined lady he married. Her once beautiful, sharp eyes had turned completely dazed and crossed, pupils rolled upward until only the whites showed, tears, snot, and thick saliva mixing together in a filthy mess that ran down her chin and neck. Her tongue hung out slack and limp like a bitch in heat, twitching uselessly as more drool poured endlessly from her open mouth.

Her massive breasts swung and slapped heavily with every thrust, red marks forming where they collided with her own body. Her short legs dangled lifelessly in the air, toes curled tight and trembling. Her once-tight pussy was now a ruined, gaping hole stretched obscenely around Victor’s monstrous cock, creamy white juices and cum frothing out with every brutal plunge, coating her thighs in shiny, obscene trails.

“Aaaahhh… hnnnghhhh—!! Haah… aaahck… mmmphhh—!!”

Bella’s moans were no longer coherent — just long, drawn-out, animalistic cries that grew increasingly slutty and depraved. Each powerful thrust forced another broken, lewd wail from her throat, her voice cracking and turning hoarse as pleasure completely overtook her. She looked utterly destroyed, face twisted in mindless ecstasy, body jiggling like a used piece of meat, every last trace of her former elegance shattered and replaced by raw, shameless lust.