Guide to tamming vilanesses-Chapter 113: Fucking her into submission part III ***

Author note before starting the Chapter: I wouldn’t say this is really all that sexy; it’s more cruel and psychological torture than anything. So just read it if you really want. You can skip the Chapter with no problem.

Scared and defeated, Minako went back to her bed. At least for a while, the fear of almost dying was enough to bring her rationality back.

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Of course, this peace didn’t endure long. With each day, her body grew hornier. And with each day, she felt her body change into a slut made for sex.

After two days, her body was a furnace. Her mind, a puddle of molten need. Every breath made her heavy breasts tremble, and even that small friction against the air sent jolts of electricity through her spine.

Shin sat across the room, reading. He hadn’t looked at her once. That made it worse.

Slowly, carefully, she let her hand drift down between her legs.

She used every method possible to stay silent. She bit the pillow. She pressed her face into the mattress. She held her breath until her lungs burned.

Meanwhile, her fingers worked desperately, circling her swollen clit, dipping inside her soaked entrance, rubbing, pressing, grinding...

But no matter how fast or how hard she touched herself, no matter how she twisted her fingers or curled them against that spot inside her, nothing worked.

The pleasure built. It climbed and climbed until she could see the peak, and could almost taste it... And then it stopped.

Her body trembled on the edge, denied, starving. She tried again. Harder. Faster. She used three fingers, then four, stretching herself open, her wetness dripping down her wrist.

The result was always the same; she couldn’t orgasm. She slapped her own clit in frustration. Nothing. She pinched her nipples until they bruised, hoping the pain would push her over. Nothing.

She lay there, panting, tears of frustration mixing with sweat on her face.

As days passed, her masturbation became more and more brutal. She began using her own massive tits to muffle her moan, biting her nipples until she tasted blood on her tongue.

She tried humping the pillow. She tried shoving the bedpost between her legs. She tried using a hairbrush handle, then a bottle, then three fingers in her ass while her other hand tortured her clit.

Nothing.

Her mind couldn’t work anymore.

Even more torturous days passed, and at one point, Minako lay in a puddle of her own fluids, sweat, arousal, tears, and spit. Her hair was matted.

Her eyes were hollow. Her massive breasts were covered in red marks from her own desperate clawing. Between her legs was a swollen, dripping mess, so sensitive that even the brush of air made her whimper.

Again, she was fighting her lust and losing.

Her whole hand pressed into her sopping cunt, wrist-deep, her palm grinding against her swollen clit with every desperate thrust.

The wet sounds filled the silent room, obscene and unstoppable. Her other hand stretched her horny asshole open, two fingers, then three, and even more...

Minako got up, pressing her massive tits against the wall, as she kept fitting herself. The wet fluid dripped from her, making a mess of the room.

Again and again, she dragged against the rough wall as she rocked her body, grinding her hard, aching nipples across the surface again and again, seeking more friction, more pressure, more anything that might finally push her over the edge.

Then she fell onto her bed. There was no climax, just a dull feeling of emptiness and defeat.

And in those very short moments after forcing herself to her limit, she at least had a few seconds of clarity, of feeling like she was herself again. And those instances only made her feel more ashamed, more destroyed.

"What have I become?" she asked herself with a low murmur.

And soon her body shook in fear, noticing she had spoken. Her eyes drifted to Shin, but he didn’t react. He seemed really concentrated on his book.

How could books be more interesting than her curvaceous body? Minako felt furious for an instant, but it soon turned into lust and despair.

All she could think about was being used like a slut for him.

But he hadn’t touched her in days. Hadn’t spoken to her. Hadn’t even looked at her except to make sure she stayed in her place.

She was still somewhat conscious, but her pride was gone. It had died somewhere around day five, when she had fucked herself raw against the bedframe and still couldn’t cum.

Slowly, weakly, she crawled off the bed.

Her arms gave out twice. Her knees slipped in her own wetness. She dragged herself across the floor like a worm, her heavy breasts pressing against the cold ground, her nipples dragging across the wood. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

She reached his feet.

She didn’t stand. She didn’t have the strength. Instead, she pressed her forehead against his shin and wrapped her trembling hands around his ankle.

"Please," she whispered. Her voice was ruined. Hoarse from silent screaming into her own tits. "Please, Shin. Please fuck me. I’m sorry for everything I did! I’ll do anything to compensate you. I’ll be your whore. I’ll be your slave. Just—" A sob tore through her chest. "Just please make me cum. I can’t, I can’t take it anymore. I’m begging you."

She looked up at him.

Tears poured down her face. Snot. Drool. She was a mess. A broken, pathetic, desperate mess.

"Please," she breathed one last time. "Fuck your mother. Please."

Shin closed his book.

Shin smiled, seeing the state of his mother, and slowly... oh so very slowly, he removed his clothes.

Minako couldn’t avoid staring with wide admiration at the size of that thing. His cock stood hard and proud with a size that shouldn’t be possible for any human.

And for some reason, seeing it turned the woman on even more. She almost went into a frenzy. Opening her legs, she begged him once more.

"Lie on the bed and spread your legs wide whore."

Minako did as ordered immediately. She didn’t care about the dampness of her sheets; she just got ready to receive his cock.

Shin approached and aligned his cock with her entrance. And just as the tip of his cock brushed her wet folds, even slightly, a miracle happened.

She came.

Not a small gasp. Not a gentle ripple, it was like a massive explosion. She felt as if the dam that had been keeping everything inside her contained was destroyed in an instant,

Her back arched off the bed like a bow drawn taut. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, no air left to give it sound. Her entire body convulsed, every muscle locked in a seizure of unbearable pleasure.

The orgasm ripped through her like lightning, white-hot and endless. Wave after wave. Her vision went white. Her mind went blank. For five, ten, fifteen seconds, she was nothing but a trembling, spasming vessel of raw sensation.

And when it finally, slowly began to ebb, she collapsed into the mattress, gasping, tears streaming down her cheeks.--

But it was just the beginning, because without Shin even needing to move, a second wave of orgasms came from her sheer expectations alone.

Her massive tits heaved and bounced with each involuntary spasm. Her thick ass clenched and released, her whole fuckable body writhing on the bed as if possessed.

Another orgasm tore through her, shorter this time, but sharper, a jagged blade of pleasure that made her toes curl, and her eyes roll back.

She moaned, loud and broken, her voluptuous frame shuddering under the weight of her own need. And still, he hadn’t moved an inch.

She hadn’t even been penetrated yet. Minako was already climaxing just from imagining that huge thing splitting her in two.

But it never happened.

Shin stepped away, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. And the euphoria Minako was feeling turned into dull disappointment.

"I have no reason to fuck you. You are just an ugly old hag", he said.

The words cut the very little pride Minako had left, and she cried.

When the woman noticed the tears running down her cheeks, she blinked in shock. She was literally crying just because he didn’t fuck her. Just like a child would cry after dropping their ice cream on the floor.

Minako couldn’t understand what had happened to her mind, what had made her so pathetic.

"Shut up!" Shin screamed.

"Sorry," Minako said, curling into a tight, trembling ball, facing the wall.

And amidst her low song, she wished her body was even hotter, even better for sex. She didn’t care if she became unable to do anything else in her life.

She would give up on everything, just to feel that pleasure once again, the relief of an orgasm.

And without her knowledge, that dream world reacted to her desire, and her body slowly began to change.