Chapter 1274. The Grandmother Is Already Broken Enough... Now’s The Daughter**

Chapter 1274: 1274. The Grandmother Is Already Broken Enough... Now’s The Daughter**

The room became a haze of sweat, blood, and the overwhelming stench of sex. Rex continued to pump into her even as he came, his cock still twitching and discharging inside her.

He moved her to the floor, then to the chair, then back to the bed, each position more degrading and more intense than the last.

The sounds were a constant assault: the wet squelch of his cock sliding in and out of her cum-soaked cunt, the rhythmic thud of his body against hers, and the never-ending, ear-splitting shrieks of a woman who had been completely and utterly conquered.

The night bled into morning, but Rex remained a force of relentless violation. Valentina’s screams never truly ceased; they merely changed pitch, moving from desperate begging to a kind of ecstatic, broken madness as she realized he truly would never stop until he had drained every last drop of her resistance.

From the shadows near the heavy velvet curtains, Elizabeth watched. Her analytical mind, the one that had always sought to categorize and control every variable in the room, had long since been incinerated by the raw, primal spectacle unfolding on the bed.

Her breathing was shallow, her pulse a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. Her eyes were fixed on Valentina, her mother, the untouchable matriarch who had been reduced to something utterly unrecognizable.

Valentina was a wreck of ecstasy and trauma. Her body was slick with sweat and blood, but more than that, she was drowning in Rex.

Every time Rex withdrew his massive cock from her, a thick, frothy torrent of semen erupted from her cunt and asshole like a dam breaking. It pooled beneath her on the silk sheets, a white, viscous waterfall that coated her thighs and stained the expensive fabric.

She was twitching, her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed, her mouth working silently in a state of permanent, shattered climax.

’That is what it means to be claimed,’ Elizabeth thought, her own cunt throbbing with a painful, aching wetness. ’To be emptied. To be filled until there is no room left for thought.’

’Only Him.’ The sight of her mother, the woman who had raised her with iron discipline, reduced to a leaking, screaming vessel of cum was not horrifying to Elizabeth.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever witnessed. She wanted that annihilation.

She wanted to feel her bones crack under that relentless weight. She wanted to drown in him.

Rex finally pulled away from Valentina’s convulsing body with a wet, sucking schlick sound. He stood over her for a moment, his muscles corded and glistening with sweat, looking like an ancient god of war.

He turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto Elizabeth’s position in the darkness. He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have to. The hunger in his gaze was a command.

Elizabeth stepped into the amber light, her legs unsteady, her own hands already clawing at her clothing.

"I’ve watched enough," she whispered, her voice trembling with a desperate hunger. "Make me like her... Break me like her."

Rex didn’t offer a gentle approach. He seized Elizabeth by the throat as she approached, his fingers bruising her windpipe, forcing her to her knees beside Valentina’s broken form.

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her throat.

"You think you’re ready for this, Elizabeth?" he growled, his breath reeking of exertion and dominance. "You think your mind can survive what I’m about to do to your body?"

"Please," she gasped, her fingers digging into his muscular thighs. "Don’t give me time to think... Just take me."

Rex obliged with a brutality that made Valentina’s ordeal seem merciful. He spun Elizabeth around, forcing her onto all fours directly beside her mother’s twitching body.

The two women lay there together, one a shattered ruin of cum and broken bones, the other a terrified, eager prey. Rex positioned himself behind Elizabeth, his cock already leaking pre-cum that smeared across her ass.

With one devastating, unannounced thrust, he drove himself inside her. Elizabeth’s scream was a pure, piercing sound that tore through the room.

The impact was so violent that her forehead slammed against the mattress with a sickening thud, and she felt a sharp, grinding pain in her hips as her pelvis was forced to accommodate his impossible girth.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK! IT’S TOO BIG! YOU’RE TEARING ME APART!" Elizabeth shrieked, her voice cracking as she felt him stretching her beyond her limits.

"I’m not tearing you apart," Rex roared, his hips slamming against her ass with the force of a sledgehammer.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound was wet and thunderous. "I’m remaking you!"

He began to fuck her with a vicious, piston-like rhythm. Each thrust drove Elizabeth forward, her breasts bouncing wildly, her body jerking with every impact.

He wasn’t just fucking her; he was assaulting her senses. He reached around and gripped her breasts, his thumbs digging into the sensitive tissue hard enough to cause bruising, while his other hand slammed against her ass hard enough to leave livid red handprints.

The room was a cacophony of debauchery. The wet, squelching noises of Elizabeth’s penetration mingled with the distant, incoherent whimpering of Valentina.

The air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the overwhelming musk of sex.

’I can feel him touching my soul,’ Elizabeth thought frantically as her vision began to blur. ’Every thrust is erasing a memory.’

’Every scream is killing a part of who I was.’

Rex’s pace became inhuman. He was relentless, driving into her with such ferocity that Elizabeth felt her bones creaking, her spine protesting the savage motion.

"Say it!" he demanded, his teeth sinking into the meat of her shoulder, drawing blood that ran down her arm. "Say who you belong to!"

"I’M YOURS! REX, I’M YOURS!" Elizabeth screamed at the top of her lungs, her hips bucking desperately to meet every punishing blow. "FUCK ME! BREAK MY BONES!"

"FILL ME UP! I WANT TO DROWN IN YOU LIKE SHE DID!"

As Rex reached his breaking point, his movements became frenzied, almost desperate. He grabbed Elizabeth’s waist and lifted her slightly off the bed, driving upward with impossible strength.

"TAKE IT ALL, ELIZABETH! TAKE EVERY GODDAMN DROP!"

He erupted inside her with enough force to make her entire body go rigid. A hot, endless torrent of cum flooded her, filling her so completely she felt her stomach distend.

Elizabeth’s scream reached a crescendo that sounded almost inhuman, a long, drawn-out wail of absolute surrender that echoed through the halls of the manor.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSSS! FUCK! YESSSSSSS!" She collapsed onto the bed beside her mother, both women now united in their brokenness, their bodies slick with sweat, blood, and the overwhelming evidence of Rex’s absolute conquest.

Rex’s laughter rumbled through his chest like approaching thunder, a dark, mocking sound that cut through Elizabeth’s hysterical cries. He leaned down, his sweat dripping onto her flushed cheek as he whispered with cruel amusement.

"What about that precious fiancé of yours, Elizabeth!?"

"The one who thinks you’re at a charity gala tonight?!"

"The one who’s waiting for a composed, brilliant woman?!" He punctuated the question with a brutal thrust that made her spine arch like a bowstring. "Does he know his future wife is currently being split open like a piece of fruit by a monster?!"

"I... I don’t... CARE!" Elizabeth shrieked, the words torn from her lungs. "HE’S NOTHING! YOU’RE EVERYTHING! FUCK ME UNTIL I FORGET HIS NAME!"

Rex grinned, a predator who had found the perfect toy. He wanted to push her further, to expose her degradation to the world, to shatter the last shred of her dignity.

He hauled her up from the bed, his grip like iron bands around her waist, and dragged her toward the massive floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the moonlit gardens and the distant lights of the estate’s outer courtyard.

"Let’s give the night a show, shall we?" he growled.

He forced her against the cold glass, her breasts pressed flat against the pane, creating a grotesque silhouette against the moonlight.

He positioned her in a punishing, upright stance, bending her backwards until her spine was at an impossible angle, her head hanging upside down.

Then, he drove into her from behind, his cock entering her at an angle that felt like it was scraping against her very ribs.

The position was excruciating and exhilarating. As he hammered into her, Elizabeth’s face was pressed against the glass.

Through the transparent barrier, she could see the distant figures below: gardeners working late, security patrols, and couples walking in the distance, all of them oblivious to the atrocity happening mere feet above them.

The juxtaposition of the peaceful night and her own violent annihilation sent her over the edge.

"LOOK AT THEM, ELIZABETH!" Rex roared, his hips slamming against her ass with bone-jarring force.

CLACK. SLAP. SQUELCH.

"They’re living their pathetic little lives, while you’re being claimed by a god!"

The stimulation was overwhelming. With every thrust, Elizabeth felt her brain short-circuiting. Her eyes rolled back so far they disappeared into her skull, leaving only the whites gleaming in the moonlight.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, dripping saliva against the cold glass as her jaw went slack. She was no longer a person; she was a convulsing mass of raw nerve endings.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I CAN SEE THEM! I CAN SEE EVERYTHING!" she screamed, her voice a raw, broken rasp. "I’M SO DIRTY! I’M SO FILTHY!"

"FUCK ME IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE WORLD! MAKE ME A SHAMEFUL WRECK!"