First Night 4: "Isn't She Going to Die Like That?"
Isn't she going to die like that? Mother's face slammed into the magistrate's sweaty, glistening thick belly fat and groin, the dull, sticky sounds filling the prison cell.
To call it pounding was spot on—the magistrate used his massive bulk to drive her head into the ground like a nail, slamming his hips down relentlessly. The noise was chilling, gruesome, like meat being hacked in a butcher's shop.
"Urk! Guh! Kh, hngh…! Uuugh…! Gack! Guh, glk?! Glk!" Mother's desperate gagging cries reached me, ripping at my heart with their raw desperation. But my cock in my pants was more swollen than ever, throbbing like it was about to erupt, leaking precum in floods.
"Grraa…! Yes, thrash more! Your agonized screams are music to my ears, you bitch!" I could see Mother's face, buried in his thick belly fat, twisting in pain. Tears streamed endlessly, soaking into the straw mat as a matter of course. The fierce life in her dark eyes began to fade, pupils dilating and rolling upward bit by bit.
Her bound limbs flailed pitifully, scraping the floor and kicking the air in a desperate bid to ease the agony. Thud! Thud! Thud! "Gack! Glk, hn, guh, uuuegh…! Gack, glk?!" Mother couldn't bear the foreign bulk stuffing her mouth and the nauseating stench anymore—white foam began dribbling from the gaps in her teeth.
Her once beautiful, composed face was smeared with tears and snot, drenched in the magistrate's sweat-like fluids as he rocked his hips atop her belly, reduced to a wretched ruin. Unable to control his lust any longer, he seized her disheveled hair and yanked her head back and forth violently, thrusting deep.
Each time his foul cock vanished completely into her mouth, her slender throat bulged grotesquely, the shape of it starkly visible beneath her skin—almost horrifying. "Kh, grrh… Hoo, hooo!!!" The magistrate panted low and ragged, hips snapping like a dog in heat, his climax clearly imminent.
Every time her face mashed into his thick belly and groin, she was splattered with fluids, growing ever more disheveled and vulgar before my eyes. Our gazes seemed to lock for an instant—her eyes rolling up in a plea for help, whites nearly all that showed—and a thrilling jolt of excitement surged through me.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! "Hngh! Hooo! For your first cum, don't spill a drop—swallow it all!" With frantic hip thrusts and a guttural roar thick with phlegm and lust, he buried his cock to the hilt in Mother's mouth-cunt.
"Gaaack…! Uuuueeegh!!!!" Mother's death-rattle scream shoved past the cock filling her mouth, echoing deafeningly through the cell. Between her thick, swollen crimson lips, I glimpsed his cock bulging like it might burst—then it pulsed, spewing semen.
"Hng…?!" A single startled gasp from Mother, and the cell plunged into suffocating silence. The magistrate yanked her hair, mashing her face tight against his lower abdomen, and began shuddering violently.
Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! The creepy sound of thick semen pouring into her body pierced the silence, drilling into my ears. With each tremor of his body, her throat—swollen in the shape of his cock—convulsed forcibly, gulping down the viscous white fluid, clear as day in the torchlight.
"Glk, glk, glk…" Only the sound of her throat working, force-feeding her the beast's seed that defiled her, continued endlessly. She knew better than anyone she couldn't push away his massive frame with a woman's strength, yet she strained her whole body in the attempt.
Her trembling eyes rolled upward at some point, whites fully exposed in resignation. Her barely clinging consciousness had clearly snapped. "Hng, hngh…" Her rigid body went limp like a puppet with cut strings, slumping softly onto the straw.
Even so, the magistrate kept her face crushed against his belly and groin, pumping the last drops down her throat. Glurk, gluuuuurk… Glurk… His face beamed with deep satisfaction once he'd emptied every bit. Thick drool trailed from his twisted smirk—he seemed oblivious to how utterly repulsive he looked.
"Hoo…" With a heavy sigh, he finally released her hair. Her head lolled back limply. If not for the soft straw, her skull might have cracked—the utter lack of resistance made it clear no awareness remained in her.
"Koff…!" Freed at last, her mouth spewed a glob of the thick fluids clogging her throat. Transparent saliva, sticky precum, and viscous semen mingled into a horrific, reeking mass that steamed in the cold air upon contact.
Twitch, twitch, twitch. Sprawled on the floor, eyes rolled back, Mother convulsed now and then like someone mid-seizure. Her disheveled hair splayed messily, her widow's face—smeared in fluids, spilling a male's lust from her mouth—held an indescribable pathos.
"This bitch. Fainting after just one go? Tsk tsk. All spirit, no stamina." Even as he clucked his tongue, he seemed delighted by Mother's fresh, inexperienced allure. He peeled back her sweat-soaked jacket slightly, exposing the upper swell of her breasts, heaving hypnotically with her ragged breaths.
"Heh heh… What ripe little rice bowls. I'll enjoy these tomorrow." As if today were just a taste, he slowly withdrew from her body. Not even bothering to lock the cell—convinced she couldn't escape—he hummed tunelessly as he left.
"…" I slipped quietly from my hiding spot and entered Mother's cell. The first to greet me was the fishy reek of semen mingled with a woman's musky scent.
One word for her state: wretched. Her mouth brimmed with semen so thick it seemed she might choke on it.
"Just like a novel rapist—his stamina's beastly, like a rutting animal." The density, the volume—it was beyond normal ejaculation. Even outside her fertile window, that much potent seed in her womb would cling to life and swell her belly, I was sure.
I savored her disheveled form, reduced to a one-sided outlet for lust without a shred of pleasure. Slurp. I freed my painfully erect cock, dripping precum, from my pants and began stroking it before her face, shadow falling over her semen-smeared features.
The conquest rushed through me, climax building fast. "M-Mom… Mom…! Mommm…!" Calling her "Mom" with aching familiarity, I pressed my swollen-to-bursting cock against her face.
As if on cue, thick semen gushed from my precum-slick tip. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! In seconds, her face was coated in her son's viscous load. She offered no resistance, simply bathed in the sticky lust I poured onto her.
A nose-curling semen stench rose from the once-noble widow's body. "Haaaah…" I exhaled deeply, gazing at the female face bearing two males' seed.
Fresh from my cock, the semen trickled like tears down her cheek, soaking into the straw. I gently stroked her motionless, unconscious head and whispered, "Mom. You worked hard today. See you in the morning."
Twitch! Did she hear? Her body jerked once in response. A crooked smile twisted my lips at her unexpected reaction.
The night belonged to the magistrate. But the clear dawn to come was my time. Having endured his dark lust, I'd end Mother's ordeal here and withdraw.
Creeeak. I closed the cell door he'd left open. The eerie groan seemed to bind her, preventing flight.
"Goodnight, Mom." I bid her farewell as casually as tucking in family. The mundane parent-child exchange amplified the horror through its dissonance. For Jeong Hyang, passing out before hearing it was sheer fortune.
The pitiable widow, drenched in two males' semen, had no choice but to savor the fishy taste and revolting stench until dawn.