Todos os capítulos de All The Ways We Sin: A Diverse Collection of Erotica Tales: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Reaper’s presence filled the entire pen the moment he stepped through the gate. He didn’t need to shout. He didn’t need to push anyone aside. The other studs simply… made space. Shoulders shifted. Heads lowered slightly. Even the mid-ranked ones who had been eyeing the lineup of naked women took half a step back. I felt it in my bones. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. A fresh wave of heat flushed through me, Between my thighs, my pussy let out a slow trickle down my inner thigh that I couldn’t stop. Women around the pen held their breath. Some instinctively straightened or covered themselves a little more with their arms. Others..especially the ones who had been glaring at me with jealousy.. watched with wide eyes, waiting to see blood or humiliation. Even the guards along the fence line straightened, No one wanted to miss this. The brute froze mid-reach. His chest heaved as he slowly turned to face Reaper fully. “You deaf, runt?” Rage growled. He puffed ou

I glared up at him through tear-filled eyes. My pride was still burning even as my body trembled with need. Reaper’s savage smile widened. He rocked his hips, giving me just another inch before pulling back again, The pressure built unbearably. My pussy clenched around the head of his cock trying to suck him deeper. I was shaking, sweating and right on the edge of breaking. “Please…” then the word finally slipped out Reaper’s eyes darkened with triumph. He gripped my hips harder, preparing to fully enter Finally he slammed forward. His massive cock drove into me in one vicious thrust, burying more than half his entire dick. The stretch was overwhelming. It was a tearing fullness that made my vision white out for a second. I screamed like my pussy was torn apart. “Fuck!” I gasped“You fucking animal.. you’re splitting me in half!” “That’s the idea,” Reaper rumbled,He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in deeper, forcing another inch inside me The pre

One week. Seven endless days in this concrete hell, and it already felt like a lifetime.Today was chores day. The guards divided us into small groups of three or four, assigning tasks based on some invisible ranking system that always seemed to punish the new or the defiant. We shuffled out of the pens after the morning slop under the watchful eyes of armed guards. The yard was dusty and cold and the fucking weak sun was doing little to warm the air. We were pushed towards what Mara called "the work sheds".And I ended up in a group with one of Jessa’s minions. Perfect. Just what I needed.She was a heavily pregnant woman named Carla .. one of Jessa’s closest followers. Her belly was massive, probably eight months along. She shot me a look of pure disgust as we were assigned our section.The second was the girl from the mess hall fight . The scrawny one who had been beaten bloody over that scrap of meat. Her name was Mira, I’d learned. Her face was still a mess of healing bruise

The next morning came too soon and the weak heat lamps did nothing against the bone-deep chill that had settled into me since yesterday. I stood under one of the cold hoses in the bathhouse, letting the freezing water run over my head and shoulders. It stung where it hit the bruises Reaper had left on my neck and breasts.I just stood there arms hanging at my sides, staring at the concrete floor as dirty water swirled around my feet.Everything felt bleak. Carla’s blood was gone from my skin, washed away in this same place yesterday evening, but I could still feel it — sticky and warm, the metallic smell clinging to the back of my throat. Her last words kept repeating in my head like a broken record. *Bath… wall… corner…* What the hell did that mean? Was it a message? A warning? A location for something hidden? I scanned the bathhouse walls again,the same rusted pipe and the same drains clogged with hair and soap scum. Nothing stood out. No obvious corner that screamed “secret.” T

The breeding room they dragged me into was a fucking nightmare designed for maximum degradation. This wasn’t one of the small cells I’d been fucked in before. This was a huge chamber reserved for the camp’s most depraved “special events.” Dim red lights hung from heavy chains bolted into the high ceiling. Heavy metal rings and thick chains dangled from the walls On the far wall hung an array of brutal tools: ball gags, nipple clamps with jagged teeth, and several bottles of oily lubricant This room existed for one purpose only: to break women thoroughly, publicly, and without mercy.I was still bound at the wrists behind my back, completely naked and shivering from the cold night air outside, when the guards shoved me roughly through the door. Clearly, the booster drugs were still raging through my system, turning me into a hypersensitive mess whether I wanted it or not.Rage and Reaper were already in the center of the room, arguing loudly like two bulls about to charge.“You