Chapter 127: [127] Mad Marcella

Marcella did not answer with words.

She uncurled her saliva-slick fingers from around the thick, spit-polished girth, opened her mouth obscenely wide, and in one smooth motion swallowed Daniel’s entire cock deep into her hot, wet throat. She sucked him with desperate, broken hunger for several long seconds, bobbing her head, taking him until her nose pressed against his pelvis, throat bulging and working around the heavy shaft with loud, wet, gagging sounds. Thick tears still streamed from her eyes and fell onto his skin. Then she pulled her stretched, swollen red lips off his cock with a long, filthy POP, a heavy rope of saliva still connecting her lower lip to the glistening head. She licked her lips slowly, tasting him, and muttered in a dreamy, ruined voice,

"That hit the spot..."

"YOU ASSHOLEE—WHY ARE YOU LICKING MY DADDY’S COCK?!!" Anna screamed, voice raw, cracking, and filled with pure heartbreak.

Marcella ignored her completely.

"So... where was I? Ah yes. The girl raped him. She forced her bloody virgin pussy down onto his unconscious cock and rode him like a bitch in heat until the sun hung high in the sky, milking every drop of his seed deep into her womb again and again and again.

She had only seven days left before the move.

So for the next seven nights she drugged him every single night, squeezed his heavy balls dry with her cunt, and painted the inside of her womb white with his cum.

When the day of the move finally came, she said nothing to him. The guilt was too heavy for what she did to him. So, she left... and waited for the pregnancy symptoms she had researched online. But even after forty-five days her body felt exactly the same. She finally went to a doctor... only to be told the cruelest truth of all: she could never become a mother."

Silence fell over the room.

Then a raw, animal scream tore through the entire space, making all three bound girls flinch hard in their chairs.

"WHYYYY—WHY CAN I NOT BECOME A MOTHER—WHY IS MY WOMB CURSED TO REMAIN EMPTY AND CHILDLESS—I WAITED... I WAITED EVERY DAY RUBBING MY STOMACH TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING GROWING INSIDE ME... SOMETHING... WHYYY—?!"

Thick, hot tears spilled from Marcella’s eyes in heavy streams, dropping onto Daniel’s pelvis and running down the sides of his still-hard cock. The three girls could only stare at the completely shattered woman in front of them.

Marcella let her face fall against his pelvis. She dragged her wet, tear-streaked cheek slowly across his skin like a broken animal, then clamped her soft, plump lips around the thick base of his cock. Her eyes rolled upward, staring at the swollen, spit-shiny head as she whispered brokenly directly to the dick itself,

"Why did you betray me...? Why couldn’t you get me pregnant...? Why~ why? Did me raping you offend you somehow? Did you not like the taste of my virgin blood coating your cock? Was my tight little pussy not good enough for you? Did you not like the way my soft pink walls fluttered and squeezed and milked you...?"

She darted her tongue out, pressed the flat of it firmly against the base, and dragged a long, thick, wet, filthy lick all the way up the underside of his cock until she reached the slit, collecting every drop of saliva and precum.

"But still... I’ll love you always."

Then, like a devoted, broken dog, she began covering his entire cock in soft, wet, desperate smooches and dirty, open-mouthed licks. In one smooth, greedy motion she swallowed him deep into her throat again. Her plump red lips stretched obscenely wide around his thick girth while fresh tears continued to spill from her eyes and fall onto Daniel’s skin in warm droplets.

Anna was too shocked to scream. The knowledge that this woman had raped her daddy again and again, night after night, settled into her chest like freezing ice. She stared at the way Marcella’s thick, spit-shiny lips stretched around him and sucked with broken, tearful devotion. Anna’s heart pounded so violently it hurt. Her empty pussy fluttered and clenched hard against her will, a fresh trickle of unwanted wetness soaking into her panties. She had never known any of this. Nobody had. What if her mother found out? Wouldn’t she break completely?

Then her eyes focused on the low, rambling voice. Marcella was talking to the cock itself, confessing, apologizing, loving it. Anna gulped hard. She had no idea what kind of psycho they had fallen into the hands of.

Rage burned hot in her chest at the sight of the cock that belonged to her family being gobbled by this broken woman... at the heavy balls that carried the seed meant for the wombs of her family being squeezed and pinched by those soft fingers.

"Whatever happened... it was in the past," Kira managed, voice trembling as she swallowed a thick lump of fearful saliva. "You have a husband of your own now... please just leave him... leave us alone!"

Marcella stopped. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a long, wet sound and muttered, almost to herself, voice flat and cold,

"My husband... his cock is so thin and useless he couldn’t even properly fuck the hollow of my nose."

A low, throaty, pleasure-filled moan suddenly left Daniel’s lips.

"Anghh~!"

His eyelids fluttered. Long lashes trembled.

Then his eyes slowly opened.

At first everything was blurry and hazy. As his vision sharpened he found himself staring directly at a huge, round, fat ass hovering only inches above his face. The cheeks were so plump, soft, and heavy he was certain they wouldn’t even need a cushion — the thick, protruding flesh alone would mold and spread perfectly against any surface.

It took five full seconds for his thoughts to clear.

Then he saw the damp white fabric stretched tightly over a pair of clearly puffy, swollen pussy lips right above his mouth. A thick, dirty, transparent string of cunt juices slowly dripped from the soaked crotch of the panties. It hung and bobbed... bobbed... then snapped and landed directly on Daniel’s lips with a tiny wet sound.

He flinched.

Instinctively his tongue darted out and swept across his lips. The moment the thick, musky, feminine, slightly sweet taste hit his tongue, his mouth moved on its own. His neck arched uncomfortably upward as he lunged and latched onto the fabric-covered, outlined pussy mound like a starving beast.

He sucked hard, lips sealed around the soft, puffy shape, tongue pushing and rubbing against the wet cloth, licking greedily for every drop of juice that had soaked into the panties.

"HNGGGGG—!??"

Marcella’s spine arched hard and deep. Her face lifted toward the ceiling, body going rigid as her thick thighs clamped tightly around his head, trapping his mouth against her folds and smothering him in soft, hot flesh. A deep, throaty, broken, breathy moan tore from her chest at the sudden, aggressive, hungry attack on her most sensitive puffy lips.

Daniel loved the soft, fleshy, crushing pressure of her thighs against his cheeks. The sensation only made his cock throb harder. His lips parted against her covered pussy as he groaned, voice muffled and filthy,

"So fucking tasty..."

The vibration traveled straight up through her cunt, into her stomach, and out of her throat as another shattered moan.

"Ahhh~??"

Marcella’s eyes started to roll from the sudden soft, sucking, licking pressure against her over-sensitive flesh. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary grind against his face.

A sudden triple scream shattered the wet, filthy haze.

"DADDYYYYYY—??"

"DADDYYYYYY—??"

"DADDYYYYYY—??"

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Anna’s head snapped toward Kira, then toward Lara. Both girls realized their mistake at the exact same moment. Their faces burned crimson. They bit their lower lips hard and turned their faces away in pure, burning shame, unable to meet Anna’s eyes

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Anna decided she would deal with those two traitors later. Right now her eyes locked onto the face still latched and sucking greedily between the psycho’s thick, trembling thighs. Her eye twitched violently, but her throat still tore out an even louder, more desperate scream,

"Daddy!!!! You’re awake!! What are you doing?! Leave her dirty butt right now!!"

Daniel had already frozen solid the instant he heard the first shout.

Only then did the full situation slam back into his mind like a bucket of ice water.

He was supposed to be acting.

This entire thing was a carefully planned performance... designed for one purpose only, to trap his little daughter’s soft, clinging, virgin pussy onto his thick cock.