nagpurpolice Chapter 572 - 571 - A Perverted Woman’s Ambition
Chapter 572 - 571 - A Perverted Woman’s Ambition
A pause."I did trade it," she said. "I traded pieces of myself and still lost him."
The room seemed smaller with each word. Her recovered body, still trembling from pain and treatment and the lingering indignity of being so utterly seen, now held a heavier burden than exhaustion: choice.
Not the old battlefield choice.
The new one.
What will you become if it brings him back?
That question sat between her and Viktor like a second presence in the room.
And Tina already knew the answer.
Anything.
That was the horror of it.
Anything.
She thought of Remus downstairs years ago, blood in his mouth, trying to rise on broken bones.
She thought of her son disappearing.
She thought of empty winters and spring searches and long reports that ended in nothing.
She thought of cradles she could not bear to throw away.
Then she looked at Viktor again, and though fury still lived in her, something colder and more deliberate settled around it.
"If you are lying," she said softly, "I will kill you."
It was not bravado. It was not dramatic.
It was the plain statement of a woman who had once been strong enough to rip demons apart and believed she might become that strong again if hate fed her long enough.
"But if you are not," she continued, "then you already know I will do what it takes."
The shame of that nearly choked her.
Yet beneath the shame was a brutal, unadorned truth: she would survive the shame if it gave her even one true answer.
She had survived worse.
She had survived memory.
She had survived helplessness.
She had survived hearing other mothers call for children who came running while hers did not.
If she had to step into darkness to reach him, she would.
Not gladly.
Not innocently.
But completely.
And that, more than anything else, changed the room.
"It must have been painful, right?", Viktor simply showed sympathy, naturally because he does not have another way but this to secure the power he needs from this woman.
Her hands unclenched slowly, one drifting unconsciously to her belly as if remembering the pregnancy. Sensations from the flashback lingered: the warmth of Remus’s cum inside her, the safety of their bed, shattered by violence. Now, desperation clawed at her.
"I beg of you. Please... tell me something. Anything. I’ll... I’ll give you whatever you want... just give me hope for my son."
Viktor’s smirk deepened, his hand sliding boldly across the bed to cup one heavy tit through her blouse, fingers sinking into the soft, jiggling flesh like he owned it.
He squeezed, feeling her nipple stiffen traitorously against his palm.
Was he a monster?
Come on, she needed to fill her belly again so she can be a healthy mother who doesn’t miss her lost child.
Indeed, he didn’t know where her son was, but he knew one thing: that she did not have an attachment to her son with the personality; rather, it was more towards a baby that she needed. And he was willing to give her many of them to begin with.
"Come on," he growled low, voice dripping with dark command. "Please me like a good mother desperate for answers, and I might just tell you what happened to your kidnapped son a few years back."
Her lips parted on a shaky breath, tears already spilling hot down her temples into her hair. The room felt too small, too charged, her body still humming from whatever twisted "treatment" had brought her back from the brink.
Tina’s eyes locked onto his, wide and furious and broken all at once, as he rose up on his knees beside the bed. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, monstrous—hovering right over her trembling lips like a weapon aimed at her soul.
He gripped the base, stroking slowly, the fat purple head brushing her lower lip and leaving a sticky bead of precum that made her flinch. His other hand yanked her blouse open with one rough tug, buttons scattering as her full, heavy boobs spilled out into the cool air, nipples puffy and aching.
"Look at these fat mommy tits," Viktor murmured, palming one roughly, kneading the doughy flesh until it bulged between his fingers. "They were made for this."
Tina’s mouth opened wider despite herself, tears streaming freely now as the head of his cock pressed against her soft lips. The salty taste invaded her tongue first, thick and musky, making her gag softly even as her pussy clenched emptily beneath her skirt.
’Son... my poor son... I have to... for him,’ she thought, the internal plea mixing with the shameful throb building between her legs.
He pushed forward slowly, inch by fat inch, stretching her warm mouth open around his girth. Her cheeks hollowed as she took the cockhead inside, lips sealing tight around the invading shaft while soft, broken moans vibrated up from her stuffed throat.
"Mmmph... nghh..."
The chamber filled with her muffled, wet sounds—her tongue swirling instinctively around the underside as tears dripped from her chin onto her jiggling cleavage.
Viktor groaned in satisfaction, his hand still mauling her left boob, pinching the stiff nipple hard enough to make her body jolt. He fed more cock into her mouth, the head bumping the back of her throat and making her eyes water even more.
Pah!
Her head bobbed slightly as he thrust shallowly, the wet pop of her lips around his thickness echoing softly.
"Hngh~! Glk... mmmph~!!"
Tina’s mind reeled, her full tits bouncing with each small movement of her body, nipples scraping against his rough palm. The stretch in her jaw burned, but her cunt was getting wetter, puffy folds slicking her inner thighs under the skirt as betrayal flooded her core.
’It’s so thick... filling my mouth like a whore’s... but my son... I need to know...’
He pulled back just enough for her to gasp a breath around the cockhead, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft, before pushing in again deeper.
Pah pah!
"Unghh~!! Hieekk... mmmff~!!!"
Her moans came broken and slutty, vibrating along his length as her throat convulsed. Viktor’s devilish eyes bored down into hers, watching every tear, every quiver of her stuffed cheeks.
"Good girl," he praised filthily, hand switching to her other boob, slapping the heavy tit lightly so it jiggled wildly against its twin. "Suck harder if you want to hear about your boy. Milk my cock with that desperate mommy mouth."
Tina’s eyes rolled slightly, shame and need twisting together as she hollowed her cheeks more, sucking obediently. Her tongue lapped at the veiny underside, tasting every ridge while her pussy throbbed, clit swelling against the fabric of her panties.
The sensations overwhelmed her—mouth full of thick cockmeat, tits mauled and bouncing, tears flowing as memories of her missing son flashed behind her eyelids.
PAAAH!
"AAANGHH~~!! Glk... NIEENGHHT~! HAAIYAANGH~~!!!"
Her muffled screams matched the deeper thrust, her throat bulging visibly around the invasion as Viktor held her head steady with one hand, the other still groping and pulling at her puffy nipples.
Her boobs swayed heavily with the motion, soft flesh rippling, red marks blooming where his fingers dug in possessively. Inside, her mind screamed at the violation even as her body betrayed her, cunt juices soaking through to the bedsheets.
’He’s using me... stretching my lips so wide... my tongue feels coated in his taste... but please, tell me about my son... I’ll do anything...’