Try Begging

Chapter 62

The chair tipped over on its side shattered with a crunch, and he grabbed her by the hips as she fell.

“There is nothing to be afraid of because this dirty pervert is holding you well.”

He spread Grace’s thighs apart and thrust the stiff, upright pillar of his flesh into her walls in one stroke.

It felt like she was about to tear from the thick stuff crushing the narrow opening that wasn’t even wet, but there was no room for pain. The cruel monster lifted her up to a delicate height where the rope would strangle her if he didn’t raise her as he thrusted into her.

If she didn’t want to die, she had no choice but to beg him.

F*ck me harder, rougher, faster.

“Please, kuuh, fu, f*ck me…”

“Asking the enemy to f*ck you harder… your fiancé needs to hear this.”

After begging again, Winston grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up. The pillar, which had come out about halfway, was pushed into her stomach at once.

Slam, slam.

As she was relieved at the pain of her flesh getting roughly pounded, a nasty ridicule crept into her ears.

“You know what? They say that these days you can record sound and overlay it on film. Next time, I’ll bring a tape recorder and a camera. Your fiancé, who will soothe his lonely nights with his own hands, will be very pleased with my gift. Right?”

He mentioned Jimmy again with his mouth, and Grace chewed her lips, which were chapped from the heavy breathing.

“Ah, it would be nice if everyone looked back and used it for training. Blanchard’s Handbook for Prostitutes.”

“Ah, aht…”

“So, when are you going to tell me the location of the base, huh? Honey? Are you listening to me?”

Leon stared intently at the woman who swayed and groaned. She didn’t even think about covering her lascivious breasts anymore.

A dirty wh*re who got horny from getting f*cked by her enemies.

As he gripped the swelling n*pple and twisted it hard, the next moment, the woman screamed and mercilessly tightened her inner walls.

“Aaht!”

“Haa, sorry. I made an unreasonable request. It would be crazy to see you swallowing the genitals of such a dirty pig.”

The thrusting, which had been barely raised like putting on a bait, became quicker.

While Grace, who was completely breathless, slowly regained her consciousness, Leon involuntarily let go of his self-control.

He lifted her higher, and even sucked and chewed her n*pples like a beast. That wasn’t enough, he grabbed her by the back of her head and tried to kiss her, though what landed on his lips was not a woman’s soft lips but a sharp sneer.

“You have a crush on the daughter of the woman who killed your father, so you f*ck her every day. I am more sane than you are.”

Grace was well aware. She realized that she was just an ant in front of a little boy. The kind of ant whose leg was torn off, scalded by a magnifying glass, and crushed by a stone.

Still, she was a biting ant.

Seeing Winston’s left eyebrow twitch, she gave him another bite.

“Major Winston in hell must be very proud of his wonderful son.”

He gave a relaxed laugh and looked up at her.

“Thank you, father.”

Looking up at the black ceiling meant it was obvious. His father was in heaven, not in hell.

“Thanks to you, I got a good slave.”

The large palm soon slapped her buttock, which was slippery with sweat. The woman jumped up in pain as her skin burned and twisted her body with a groan.

“Hey, slave. Tighten it.”

“Huh, your thing is so small there is nothing to tighten at.”

He smiled and looked down.

Because the inner walls that had barely been attached were torn again, a little red blood clotted at the root of his p*nis. It was cute to see her opening her lower mouth as wide as her upper mouth and screaming like she was about to die.

“Gaahk!”

The strength in his grip was released without warning. The woman clung ungainly to the scruff of his neck as her body tumbled down.

The inner flesh holding his pillar was equally unsightly.

“Haa…”

Winston let out a satisfied moan and spurred his back.

In the meantime, the platinum blonde hair, neatly combed back, was not messed up at all. Judging by the softly closed eyes and the mouth with a faint smile, it seemed that he was enjoying a luxurious hobby.

From the waist down, it was as vulgar as a brothel.

He was always the kind of person who would torture spies moderately and quickly get bored. Whether killing her or sending them to a prison camp, or using them as a double spy or bait for an operation, he had not let go of the one who was cleared of the torture chamber after only a few days.

“I think you can’t live without my hole now?”

In the swamp-like belly of the woman who clicked her tongue, mocking that he was pathetic, Leon laughed as he stabbed his genitals incessantly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll throw you away when I get tired of it soon. Where do you like it? Camp? Brothel? It’s the same everywhere you go, trying to get old people’s limp things up to get a piece of bread.”

“What’s different about yours?”

He laughed again and bit Grace’s earlobe hard. With one hand, he violently pressed her clenched jaw open so as not to hear her moans of pain. As before, Grace whispered into the mouth of the snake that was approaching for a kiss.

“Do you really like me?”

At that moment, everything stopped. The restless movement of his waist, the approaching lips slightly tilted to the right.

The only thing that moves is the slightly trembling eyes.

“D*mn b*tch.”

He pretended to be breathing heavily, quietly swearing at her, then let go of his hand. Even though his body went away and the flesh that had been violating her slipped out in an instant, Grace was not relieved.

More and more pain came.

“Guhh…”

She stretched out her hand toward Winston, pulling the noose around her neck, but he didn’t look back as he walked toward the table. He then straightened the front of his trousers neatly again and slowly rummaged through the inside pocket of his uniform jacket.

Soon after, he came out and held a cigar case made of high-quality leather in his hand.

The action of cutting the end of a cigar with a cutter, putting it in his mouth and turning the small teeth of a gold lighter to light it was as leisurely as an eagle’s flapping its wings.

Winston calmly took a few sips of his cigar before turning around and sitting on the edge of the table. His piercing blue eyes were so still that it was hard to believe he was staring at a woman struggling in her naked body.

He spat out a long puff of white smoke and spoke slowly, one letter at a time, with a chilly tone.

“You are just a slave. If you die, I just buy a new one.”

“Guuhk, Win, ston… ple, ase…”

“I told you. When you pray, make sure you know what you’re begging for.”

But, the woman did not obey his orders.

No, to be exact, she couldn’t do it. The hand that was reaching out to him fell. Her struggling feet also sagged and began to sway helplessly in the air.

Another swearing leaked out quietly through his teeth as he bit his cigar. He lifted the woman up with a motion that was less calm than a moment ago.

SLAP.

“Hah!”

As soon as her cheek was slapped, the woman opened her eyes and regained her breath. The sound of a sharp inhalation was followed by the sound of a buckle loosening.

“Haa, I wish you would tighten it like this earlier.”

The sound of flesh being pounded echoed through the torture chamber walls again.

Leon squeezed the woman’s chin with his hand holding the cigar between his index and middle fingers. The weakly bent head came easily.

As he quickly closed her mouth with his own, where he was breathing heavily, there was no resistance this time. There wasn’t even a response, but it was the first time since the day he tested the special tool on the woman that he hadn’t been bitten, even when he persistently explored her mouth with his tongue.

This, in itself, was satisfactory.

When the woman began to catch her breath again, he parted her lips and looked at her blood-stained eyes. Excited breaths poured out involuntarily.

It was a turquoise sea stained with blood.

He had never seen such a beautiful color. It was also the first time that something was able to match his picky taste, which he was easily bored with, so well.

A spy who gave pleasure after being caught by the enemy… what an incompetent yet capable spy.

Saying that being an enemy was a waste was a withdrawal. It was because she was a woman whose hostility wouldn’t cool down even for a moment, and that look in her eyes made her even more appetizing.

“Grace, to be honest…”

He pressed his lips into the unconscious woman’s ear and whispered secrets that no one should know.

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