Chapter 133: [133] Mad~Mad~Marcella

Lara’s body jerked every two seconds as vivid, horrifying visions of her mother’s future kept slamming into her mind, sold to a casino, bent over sticky tables, used by endless strangers until nothing remained except sticky white river dripping out of her mother’s gaping hole and abused fluttering mouth.

"No... No... This won’t do..."

She knew Marcella was powerful. No ordinary woman could spy inside her house so perfectly.

Desperate and shaking, Lara pressed the flat of her slimy, tear-soaked tongue hard against the soft, warm skin of Marcella’s ankle. She dragged it slowly upward along the long, smooth leg, leaving thick, creamy trails of saliva that shone under the light. The taste of clean skin mixed with the faint salt of her own tears. She tried to reach higher, toward the soft inner thigh and the heat radiating from Marcella’s cunt, but the metal cuffs binding her wrists and ankles to the fallen chair refused to let her body rise. No matter how hard she arched her spine, stretched her neck, or pushed with her knees, she could only climb so far before being forced to drag her tongue back down and start the slow, humiliating climb again.

Marcella felt the young girl’s hot, worshipful tongue sliding wetly along her leg and shivered with thick, erotic pleasure. Her heavy body throbbed. Both arms crossed tightly under her massive fat tits, lifting and squeezing the heavy globes together until they almost spilled over her forearms. She squirmed in open happiness, twisting her waist slowly left and right, deliberately dragging her dripping cunt lips against each other.

Then her hand shot out like a snake.

She grabbed a thick fistful of Lara’s hair and yanked her upward with sudden, brutal force. Lara’s scalp burned. Her body was forced up until her face hung level with Marcella’s swollen, dripping crotch. Marcella already understood exactly what the broken girl was trying to do, prove her sincerity by offering her mouth.

The moment Lara’s knees hit the floor properly, her little mouth shot forward and latched onto Marcella’s cunt with desperate hunger. Her slimy tongue dragged flat and slow from the very bottom of the puffy, juice-slick slit all the way up to the top, pressing hard against the thick, erected clit that stood out like a small swollen bead.

"Anghh~! ??"

Marcella’s moan was loud and filthy. She smashed Lara’s face even harder against her cunt, grinding the girl’s mouth and nose deep between her hot folds. Lara’s small nose pushed between the scented, puffy pussy lips, forcing them apart with a wet sound. Marcella’s eyes snapped shut, head thrown back, mouth open as she savored every tender, clumsy lick and the gentle rubbing of the young girl’s entire face across her dripping cunt.

"Good girl..."

Marcella’s fingers loosened in Lara’s hair and began stroking the back of her head gently. Her voice was thick, husky, and dripping with dark satisfaction. "Mommy is impressed with you."

LICK~ SLURRPP~ SMOOCH~ SCHLICK~

Marcella’s cunt tingled and clenched with every hot, shaky breath that hit her sensitive flesh. Thick juice smeared across Lara’s cheeks, chin, and nose. She purred low in her throat like a contented animal, then slowly pulled Lara’s shiny, cum-glazed face away from her crotch by the hair.

She locked eyes with the broken girl. Lara’s pupils were rolled half-upward, her whole body shivering violently, strands of sticky cunt juice connecting her lips to Marcella’s dripping folds.

Marcella whispered, voice thick with husk and light, and cruel amusement,

"You want your mother saved?"

Lara stared up at her, trembling so hard her teeth almost chattered. She nodded once, fast and desperate.

"And for that... you are going to surrender yourself to me completely?"

Another shaky, frantic nod.

"You’ll belong to me? Body and soul?"

Nod.

"You’ll do everything I ask of you without question?"

Nod.

"Even if I ask you to ride every cock I put in front of you... even if I tell you to take ten thick, hard cocks inside your tight little cunt at the same time until you split?"

Lara trembled so violently she felt the floor disappearing beneath her knees.

Goosebumps exploded across every inch of her skin. In her mind the future unfolded with cruel clarity, chained on a dirty floor, mouth gagged with a thick cock, ten hard twitching shafts stretching her little pussy until it tore, another ten ruining her virgin asshole, her body used as a broken, spasming toy until it finally gave out. Even the greediest public toilet slut would refuse such a fate.

Her toes curled so hard they cramped. Fear made her empty cunt clench on nothing.

A gentle but firm tug on her hair snapped her back to the present. She looked up into Marcella’s amused, enjoying eyes... and nodded.

Yes, She agreed to everything.

"LARAAAAAAAA~ WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU’RE SELLING YOURSELF TO A DEMON—!!"

Anna’s scream ripped through the room, raw, cracked, and full of helpless fury. Tears of anger and fear streaked down her face.

She cursed herself a thousand times for ever calling her friends to this date.

But her voice never reached Lara.

Lara was already beyond hearing. She was in her final, desperate struggle to save her mother. She knew with absolute clarity that the only one who still held the power to change anything was the woman standing above her... and the man currently bound and useless on the bed. Since Daniel was helpless, Marcella had become her only goddess. So she offered everything — body, pride, future — without holding back a single scrap.

Daniel thrashed against the metal cuffs with renewed violence. The bed frame rattled. Veins bulged along his arms and neck as muffled, frantic roars tore from his stuffed mouth,

UMFFFF—!

AMMFFF—!

MGHHHHHH—!!

Marcella’s gaze slid over to him. Tears were streaming freely down his face as he tried to force words through the thick, cunt-soaked panties still filling his mouth. The sight of her Danny crying and struggling for someone else’s sake made her pussy clench hard and drip. Her twisted motherly instincts and pure slutty obsession surged together like a wave.

She yanked Lara up by the hair and dragged the girl toward the edge of the bed like a ragdoll.

"I’m freeing you," she barked, voice cold and yet playful. "You can try to run if you want... but the guards outside will handle your soft little body with extra gentle care. They haven’t had a cute toy in a while."

She picked up the small silver keys. One by one she unlocked the cuffs around Lara’s wrists, then her ankles. The metal fell open with sharp clicks and dropped to the floor.

True to her shattered heart, Lara did not shove Marcella or make any attempt to flee.

She stayed on her knees, head lowered, understanding that her last and only lifeline was the woman in front of her.

Marcella released the fistful of hair, climbed onto the bed with slow, heavy movements, and crawled on all fours toward Daniel. Her massive tits swung beneath her. She reached his face, pinched the saliva-and-thick-cunt-juice-soaked panties that were still buried deep in his mouth, and slowly dragged the heavy, smelly, glistening fabric out. Long, sticky strings of mixed spit and her juices stretched from the panties to his lips before breaking.

What came out of his mouth the moment it was free was not anger.

"Please... Please... Please help her," Daniel gasped, voice hoarse, broken, and desperate. He was panting hard, chest heaving. "I don’t know why you’re doing this to me... but she is just a... child."

He locked eyes with Marcella, tears still wet on his cheeks.

"She’s just a child... Whatever you want from me... please... just do it with me... and leave them out of this... Please, I beg you... save her mother quickly... or she’ll die."

PHACCKKK—!!

Marcella’s reaction was instant and feral.

She lunged forward and crushed her mouth against his open, panting lips in a deep, filthy, possessive kiss. Her slimy tongue shoved inside without warning, found his, and began lapping, swirling, and sucking with hungry, wet sounds. Thick saliva poured between them, overflowing from the corners of their mouths and dripping down his chin.

She kissed him like she wanted to devour the very self-sacrifice he had just shown.

After several long, obscene seconds she finally pulled back, a shining bridge of spit still connecting their lips. Her eyes were wide, shining with boundless, obsessive love and pure sexual excitement.

"That’s why I love you so much, Danny..."

she whispered, voice trembling with emotion. "It’s this self-sacrificing nature of yours... that makes me want to lock you up forever and use your body as a living sacrifice... to feed every filthy craving I have..."

Goosebumps exploded across the skin of everyone in the room. Hearts slammed against ribs. Anna’s mouth opened but no sound came out — her throat had locked., jammed, gagged.

Daniel felt a raw, primal fear he had never known before gnawing straight through his chest. This woman was not just crazy. She was something far...far..gone.

Marcella grabbed the back of his head and smothered his still-panting face deep between her massive, hot, soft tits. The heavy flesh swallowed his vision and most of his air. Then she yanked one bra cup down, freed a thick, fat breast, and jammed her stiff, swollen pink nipple straight into his open mouth.

Daniel felt like he was drowning in pure, squishy, heavenly softness. The thick, erected nipple pushed heavily against his tongue, forcing him to suck. His lips sealed around the wide areola on instinct and he began to nurse, cheeks hollowing.

Marcella threw her head back and let out a long, filthy moan of pure pleasure, fingers tangling in his hair as she enjoyed her Danny’s mouth.

"Danny... I have never refused you..." she purred, voice thick and syrupy. "And this time too... I’ll listen to you. I’ll save her mothrr."

Boundless relief crashed over Lara, Kira, and Anna. The curses and screams Anna had been ready to unleash died in her throat and were swallowed back down. If letting this insane woman smother her daddy’s face in those enormous tits could save Lara’s mother, then she would endure it. Still, her knuckles stayed white around the chair handles, her whole frame trembled, and her bloodshot eyes never left the bed.

Marcella continued in a dreamy, obsessive murmur while Daniel suckled on her nipple,

"Danny... Danny... You know you can ask me for anything and I will never refuse. Even if you want the biggest actress in the country bouncing on your cock every night, I’ll buy her entire life and chain her to your bed so you can drink champagne straight from her dripping cunt...

Just say the name. Actress... politicians... idol singers... models... even the cheapest, vilest street whores. I’ll bring them all to their knees, make them spread their ass cheeks and beg just to be looked at by you. I’ll put leather collars around their necks and hand you the leashes so you can walk them around your courtyard and make them piss on your flowers like good little pets..." Read ar my site- lustchild.wordpress.com

Daniel’s heart was hammering so hard it hurt. He actually stopped sucking for a second, the thick nipple still resting on his tongue. Lara, Kira, and Anna had turned to ice. Cold sweat ran down their backs. A thin, involuntary trickle of pee ran down Kira’s inner thigh and dripped onto the floor as the true scale of Marcella’s power and madness finally sank in.

But the situation was still urgent.

Daniel bit down hard on the soft, meaty nipple and chewed roughly, using pain to snap her out of the spiral.

"Ahhh~! ??" Marcella moaned, eyes rolling back for a second, body shuddering. "Yes... just like that... suck on Mommy’s fat titties~ ??"

The moment he felt her grip on the back of his head loosen, Daniel forced his head backward with a wet pop. The glistening nipple left his mouth trailing a string of saliva. He stared straight into her hazy, half-rolled eyes and barked, voice rough,

"Please save Lara’s mother first. That is all I ask of you right now. In return... I’ll do anything you ask of me. Anything."

Marcella pouted at the sudden loss of her Danny’s mouth, lips pushed out childishly, but then a slow, deeply pleased smile spread across her face.

"Okay, Danny. Remember your promise."

She climbed off the bed, heavy tits swaying, and walked to the desk. She picked up her phone, dialed a number, and spoke in a calm, ice-cold voice that belonged to someone used to absolute obedience.

"The house you’re currently monitoring... go inside and bring the woman here. I want her fully healed and cleaned by the time she arrives."

She glanced back at the live screen where Lara’s father still stood over his broken, bleeding wife, and her lips curved into a dark, satisfied grin.

"That man? Leave him alone... for now, at least. Someone else will decide what to do with him later."