Todos los capítulos de RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Capítulo 401 - Capítulo 410

The next morning I woke up still inside her.Claire was curled against me, my arm around her waist, the purple cock buried deep in her cunt from the night before. She’d fallen asleep like that—full, claimed, exhausted—and I hadn’t pulled out. Every small shift of her body made her flutter around the dildo. Even in sleep she was holding me.I kissed the back of her neck, slow and deliberate, and started rocking my hips in shallow thrusts. Just enough to drag the thick shaft against her walls. Claire stirred with a soft, sleepy moan, pushing back against me before she was even fully awake.“Morning,” I murmured against her skin.She tensed for half a second when reality hit—where she was, what was still inside her—then she exhaled and melted into it.“Alex…”“Shh.” I reached around and found her clit, already swollen. “Dad left early. We’ve got the house to ourselves for hours.”I fucked her slow and deep from behind, still spooned, one hand rubbing her clit in lazy circles while the ot

I made it three steps out of his office before the string between my legs started doing its job.Every stride dragged that thin red line tight across my clit, splitting my soaked folds, rubbing raw and relentless. My bound wrists were shoved deep into the pockets of my coat so no one in the hallway would see. My thighs were already shiny. I could feel the wetness sliding down toward my knees with every forced step.By the time I reached the stairwell I was biting the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood. Students passed me on the way to evening classes. Normal. Laughing. Talking about deadlines. None of them knew their literature professor had just finger-fucked me against his office wall and sent me home with his string buried against my cunt like a leash.I barely made it into my dorm room before I collapsed against the door. My fingers fumbled with the knot at my wrists. He’d tied it tight on purpose—so I’d have to struggle, so I’d feel every second of helplessness. When t

He didn’t take me home.He blindfolded me with a wide strip of black silk the second we stepped out of the English building, then guided me by the knot of strings at the small of my back like I was livestock. I walked through the cool night air completely naked under my long coat, his cum still leaking from my ass with every step, the double strings sawing between my legs. Students laughed somewhere in the distance. A car passed. None of them knew their literature professor was leading his student across campus with her holes used and marked.We didn’t go to his office.We went to the old lecture hall on the far side of the quad—the one with no classes scheduled after six, the one with the high windows and the long demonstration table at the front. He unlocked it with a key I didn’t know he had, pulled me inside, and locked the door behind us.The blindfold stayed on.“On the table,” he said. “Crawl.”I climbed up on hands and knees. The wood was cold under my palms. He stripped the c

I woke up already wet.The strings between my legs had shifted in the night, pulled tighter by the way I’d moved in my sleep. My clit was swollen and throbbing against the thin, crusted lines. His cum from the night before had dried on my thighs in sticky patches. The collar of red string still circled my throat like a claim.Professor Hale was already awake.He was sitting in a chair across from the bed, fully dressed for class—dark trousers, crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to the forearms—watching me the way he watched students who thought they could lie to him. One ankle rested on the opposite knee. In his hands was a fresh coil of red string.“Morning, Miss Voss.”My voice came out rough. “Morning, Hale.”He stood. Walked to the edge of the bed. “On your back. Legs open. Arms above your head.”I obeyed. The position made every mark he’d left on me visible in the morning light—faint red lines across my breasts, deeper ones around my thighs, the filthy web still framing my cunt. H

I didn’t leave that night.I stayed on the coffee table until my legs stopped shaking enough to move. Someone eventually tossed me a towel. It was already damp. I cleaned what I could, but the rest of them just watched, still half-hard, like they were deciding whether they were done with me or not.They weren’t.The dark-haired one—the one who’d invited me—pulled me into his lap on the couch while the others ordered food. His fingers stayed inside me the whole time, slow and lazy, stirring the mess they’d left. Every time I twitched he smiled against my neck and added another finger.“You’re staying the weekend,” he said. Not a question.I nodded.By the time the food arrived I was already dripping down his wrist again.They fed me in between using me. One of them held a slice of pizza to my mouth while another bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me from behind. I came with cheese still between my teeth. They laughed. Someone wiped my face with a napkin and then pushed his coc