Chapter 131: [131] Psycho Marcella

Marcella shoved her already-worn panties even deeper into Daniel’s mouth. The fabric was heavy, warm, and completely soaked with her thick arousal, sweat, and the heavy musky scent of her own dripping cum. The wet cloth pressed hard against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, forcing the rich, salty-sweet taste of her cunt deep down his throat with every breath he tried to take.

Daniel’s eyes widened to the absolute extreme. His pupils snapped up from Anna’s innocent, tear-streaked face to Marcella’s cold, predatory gaze. He couldn’t believe what she was doing.

UNGHHHH—!!!

MAMFFFF—!!

NNNGGHH—!!

He tried to scream, bark, howl, anything that might make the psycho stop, but only a series of muffled, throaty, desperate whimpers escaped around the thick, cum-soaked fabric. Strings of saliva mixed with her juices began dripping from the corners of his stuffed mouth.

Marcella walked even closer until her soft stomach almost touched his forehead. She grabbed a thick fistful of his hair and yanked his head forward with brutal force. The metallic cuffs bit deep into the skin of his wrists, leaving red marks as she forced him to look straight up at her. She stared into his eyes and muttered in a soft, chilling, and affectionate voice,

"Danny... meat pieces don’t bark. Just enjoy the tender bites of your diners, okay?"

A freezing chill ran straight down his spine.

His thrashing and whimpering stopped instantly. He couldn’t believe this was the same woman who had helped him pee earlier with her hot, wet mouth. Those same soft lips that were now speaking had been stretched around his thick cock while he treated her like a disposable pawn. And now she was treating him like nothing more than a thick piece of meat?

The force of her grip on his hair was so tight that sharp tingling sparks shot through every single strand. His eyes fluttered closed under the pressure for a second.

Then Marcella took one more step and smashed his face hard against her fat, soft pelvis. She ground his cum-smeared face in slow, firm, circular motions against her lower belly, pelvis, and her thighs, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his hot, flushed, wet skin rubbing against hers. The sticky mixture of their earlier juices smeared even more across his cheeks and nose.

"That’s your place, darling," she whispered, voice thick with twisted, obsessive affection.

"Always be inside me. Wish I could make you smaller... shrink you down and stuff your whole body inside my little cunt. Think about it... not just your cock. I’d use your entire body as my personal dildo. Keep you in my purse... plunge you deep inside me whenever I want... wherever I want~ ANGHH—??!"

SQUIRT—SQUIRT—!

As she spoke, her eyes closed in pure, filthy fantasy. Her cunt twitched violently and splashed a thick, fat, creamy glob of cum directly onto his chest with a wet splat. The sticky ball of juice slowly trickled down the center of his stomach, over his pelvis, and clung to his still-hard, twitching cock in long, shiny strands.

After a full minute of grinding and enjoying her little squirting fantasy, she snapped her eyes open and savored the pure horror written across Daniel’s face. Then she turned, briefly sat her full weight on his face again — plapping her fat, wide, soft ass down onto him with a heavy, wet sound for one long second — before standing up and stepping completely off the bed.

She turned toward Lara, smiling sweetly.

"You, my dear," she said. "Why don’t you be the first one to enjoy my Danny’s meat?"

"M-me?" Lara flinched so hard her entire body jerked against the cuffs.

"No! No...!" She violently shook her head left and right, hair whipping across her face.

"YOU WHORE—WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"

"ARE YOU REALLY ASKING MY FRIEND TO FUCK MY DAD?!"

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND—!!"

Anna’s painful, raw screams rang out like an added symphony to Marcella’s crazy rhythm. Tears and spit flew from her lips as she thrashed against her restraints.

Ignoring the howling daughter completely, Marcella’s voice turned colder and sharper.

"What if I order you to go ahead and fuck him?"

Lara shook her head even more violently, eyes wide with terror. "I refuse! I’m not a psycho like you! Get lost, bitch!"

"Yes! She’s not like you — a cock-loving whore, a roadside slut!!" Anna screamed, voice cracking.

"Leave us alone! We won’t take part in your debauchery!" Kira chimed in, her voice shaky but still trying to stay firm.

Marcella only smiled at their little protests.

Though, that smile didn’t reach her eyes.

"So you refuse... Hah. And here I thought I wouldn’t have to do anything extreme."

Her eyes curved into cold, sharp crescents.

She picked up a black remote from the side table and pressed the power button with a soft click.

BAM.

The large TV screen on the wall flared to life. A video began playing in high definition.

The three girls froze solid. Daniel’s eyes widened behind the panties stuffed deep in his mouth. Four pairs of eyes locked onto the screen. Hearts pounded so hard they could almost be heard.

Lara felt every drop of air leave her lungs. Her eyes snapped open to the absolute extreme. Her entire frame started trembling violently. Her quivering lips parted as she muttered in a broken, rising voice,

"Mo-ther... Mo-THER... MOTHERRRRRR—!"

Her voice climbed with every syllable until it cracked into a raw scream.

"No... No... You bastard... What are you do-ing??"

Thick, real tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks in continuous streams, not the earlier fake ones, but genuine soul-crushing tears.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen no matter how much it destroyed her.

The video showed a middle-aged man roughly shoving a woman face-down over a wooden dining table so hard that the legs creaked and scraped against the floor. Then he raised a thick, worn leather belt high and brought it down across the woman’s back and ass with a loud, sickening CRACK.

"Ahh—! Ahh—! Ahh—! Ahh—!!"

Each vicious slash of the belt against her soft skin tore a raw, high-pitched, painful scream from her throat. Thick tears spilled from the woman’s eyes as her ass was scraped and welted by the rough cheap leather. Red lines bloomed instantly across her pale skin. Read Ahead on my patreon- Lustchild

"How dare you refuse me?" the man on screen snarled, face twisted with rage. "I am your husband. You’ll do what I ask while keeping your fucking mouth shut!!"

Another brutal crack. The woman’s long skirt, fabric weakened from too many cheap washes finally tore open under the repeated lashes with a sharp ripping sound. The man saw the tear over her round, peachy ass, pinched the frayed edges, and yanked hard.

The dress ripped further in one cruel motion, fully exposing her raw, marked, trembling bottom to the camera.

Everyone in the room gasped even Marcella’s eyes widened slightly for a fraction of a second.

The woman’s ass was covered in deep, angry red, rope-like welts. In some places the cheeks looked sunken and bruised from the sheer force of the beating. Fresh tears and saliva dripped from her face onto the table.

"Mo-ther... NOOOO!!" Lara screamed, voice completely shattered. Tears poured down her face in rivers, dripping onto her heaving breasts and the floor.

The man and woman on the live feed were none other than Lara’s own father and mother.

Anna instantly snapped her head toward Marcella, eyes blazing with pure fury and disbelief.

"What are you doing?! DON’T YOU EVEN HAVE A SHRED OF EMPATHY IN YOUR HEART—?! HOW CAN YOU CREATE A FAKE VIDEO JUST TO TORTURE LARA??!!"

Marcella turned her head slowly and barked with cold amusement,

"Oh? You’re doubting the authenticity of the video? Don’t worry, dear... this video is live."

"You’re... lying!!" Kira whispered, eyes wide, pupils shaking violently. Every last trace of earlier lust had completely vanished from her face, replaced by pure horror.

"Why don’t you ask your friend over there if I’m lying?" Marcella replied calmly, tilting her head toward Lara.

Anna, Kira, and even Daniel, all turned to look at Lara.

She was brokenly, helplessly crying while watching her mother’s ass being beaten black and blue in real time on the screen.

Her whole body shook with silent sobs.

Daniel felt a spear of pure, sharp pain pierce straight through his heart. That sweet little girl he liked teasing so much was crying real, devastating tears. This had gone far beyond anything he had ever planned. He thrashed hard against the metal cuffs, veins standing out on his arms, screaming desperately into the soaked panties while the thick, musky taste of Marcella’s juices continued flooding his mouth with every muffled sound.

Marcella continued, voice gentle and motherly.

"If you still doubt me, then—"

She reached for one of the three purses resting on the nearby table, pulled out a phone, casually typed in the password, and made a call.

"This is Lara’s phone, as you can clearly see," she said, turning the glowing screen toward them. "And I just dialed her mother’s number."

Right at that exact instant, a phone lying on the dining table in the live video began to ring with a cheerful, out-of-place ringtone.

The beating on screen paused for a brief moment.

The mother quickly reached a trembling hand toward the phone, only to receive another vicious lash across her wrist that made her shriek in pain. The father grabbed the phone instead, looked at the screen, and barked into it with pure disgust,

"It’s your daughter’s call. That bitch is still out at this hour. Looks like she needs to be taught another lesson when she gets home.

Who knows if she’s out somewhere spreading her legs and playing with some guy’s cock."

Pure disgust crawled across every face in the room.

What kind of father talked about his own daughter like that?

Anna and Kira felt hot bile rise in their throats.

Lara felt pure, crushing humiliation and shame crash over her, but the overwhelming worry for her mother’s bruised, bleeding, welt-covered ass was still stronger than anything else.