NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 168: Sex Dungeon 4 *R18

Jolene gritted her teeth and gripped the sheets in agony, trying to adjust to the discomfort of his girth. She was not expecting him to penetrate her asshole so soon, but it was clear he was not giving her a choice.

The pressure and the sting in her ass faded, replaced by the pleasure she knew was in store for her. A trail of saliva dripped down her lips as she adjusted and concentrated on the massive thing pistoning wildly inside of her.

"AH, MASTER, YESSSSS!" she screamed as John began thrusting into her asshole with brutal intensity.

She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her tightest hole, splitting her open and spreading her walls.

"Oh, my fucking, GOD! Don’t stop, yes! Pound my ass!"

John couldn’t help but lick his lips as he observed the ripple on her ass cheeks every time he thrust. Her ass was like a ripe, plump peach, and he was ready to pluck it. He placed his hand firmly on her right cheek and leaned into her, his hot breath sending chills up her spine.

She turned to meet his gaze and saw his lips curled upwards, a glint of mischief in his dark eyes.

"Ahh, please, more..." She whimpered as he slid his cock into her asshole, her tight back passage splitting open with his girth.

His chest rubbed against her back, the skin-on-skin contact driving her crazy. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, his body, his muscles, his smoldering expression, it was enough to make her beg and submit to his desires.

Jolene was a beautiful woman, tall, tanned, and toned in all the right places. She was the perfect mix of curves and athleticism, a body built for sin. Her legs were long, smooth, and shapely, a dream for any man to sink his teeth into. Her ass was perfectly proportioned, a bubble butt that rose and fell with each thrust, like a pendulum in motion. John couldn’t get enough of it and smacked it firmly, his hand print marked on her smooth skin, the white imprint stark against her tanned complexion.

Jolene’s undone chestnut brown hair sprawled against her face and her shoulder as John pounded into her with relentless vigour. Her screams and whimpers were driving him crazy and he wanted to hear more, he needed more.

John raised his gaze to the roof, where a hook dangled from a metal pole, and smirked to himself. He walked over to the hook, ignoring Jolene’s quizzical stare, and snapped his fingers. As if on command, the hook descended, and a rope extended from the base, following the pole’s length.

The rope was wrapped neatly, like a gift, and presented to Jolene, who looked at him curiously, unable to fathom what he was planning.

"Where would you like this, sweetheart? Perhaps, here..."

John pulled Jolene’s limp arms over her head, lifted her slightly and hooked her bound hands through the rope. Jolene gasped as the ropes tightened, and the hook reeled her upward, until she was on her tiptoes, barely touching the ground.

He turned her slightly and swung his hand at her already-reddened right butt cheek.

Smack.

The sharp noise filled the air, followed by the stinging pain that shot through her body. Jolene winced as John’s hand continued its merciless spanking. Smack after smack, each harder than the last.

Jolene thought it would get unbearable the more he smacked her, but instead she felt the familiar tingle of her juices begin to drip down her leg.

He paused for a moment, admiring her reddened cheeks before swinging his arm and landing a sharp smack on her vulnerable pussy lips.

She was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat, and the dull aching pain slowly turned into pleasure, just like the vibrations in her nipples.

"What a dirty little whore you are. You get off on the pain and the humiliation, but there’s more, isn’t there, little pet?"

John began stroking her bare pussy from behind. Jolene bucked and whimpered, his fingers massaging her clit and pussy, while his cock buried itself deep in her ass.

The contrast of his soft caresses and his violent thrusts drove her crazy and her orgasm exploded like a geyser, rushing through her entire body and sending tremors through every part of her, from her fingers to her toes.

"AH, YES, YESS!" she cried out, her voice a desperate scream for relief and release from the torture.

The ropes held her in place as she buckled and trembled under the power of her orgasm, her juices leaking from her tight pussy.

"Yes, there is more. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how tight you squeezed when your cuck of an ex-boyfriend caught us. You liked humiliating him, didn’t you?"

John asked, but she smacked against her before she could reply, his cock buried to the hilt in her asshole, her juices flowing steadily out of her aching pussy, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her.

"AAAHHH! OH MY GOD! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! OH, MY GOD, I’LL DIE!"

Jolene sobbed and writhed as the buzzing in her nipples and the electrical current shot through her tits in unison, almost painfully, but despite what she was saying, the biggest orgasm of her life was approaching faster than ever, and her mind was reeling from the pleasure, the pain, and the thrill of exchanging a weaker male like Eric for a much stronger one like John, one that could satisfy her every desire.

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Her mind swam, the lack of sleep and the stimulation clouding her judgment as her juices burst forth like a raging river.

But John had no intention of letting her rest, and he brought her close to another orgasm within seconds, his thrusting sending waves of pain and pleasure through her.

But John had no intention of letting her rest, and he brought her close to another orgasm within seconds, his thrusting sending waves of pain and pleasure through her.

John grabbed the rope and pulled her down, the hook stopping her mid-air until only her toes could reach the ground and her breasts were raised to the ceiling.

She pulled her down and brought her back to the bed with her ass raised high. Then he thrusted and thrusted until Jolene felt a sharp burst of pressure on her perineum and he erupted inside her, filling her womb with his seed and claiming her once more.

She shrieked and whimpered in agony and ecstasy, her body filled with a dull ache and her juices leaking onto the floor.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed into a pile of quivering flesh, her face stained with tears and drool dripping down her chin, unable to handle the intensity of her orgasm.

John withdrew, his seed dripping down her thighs, and smirked, admiring his handiwork.

But he wasn’t done. His cock was still throbbing, and her pussy was still begging for attention, glistening in the dim light of the room, eager to be filled and used again and again.

Without hesitation, he rammed his cock inside her wet, warm hole and continued his brutal, merciless thrusts, making her entire body buck and jerk beneath his weight. The lovemaking session continued for what seemed like hours to Jolene, but she couldn’t tell time anymore, her mind had gone blank.