Rihart Ravages Karen
Rihart had ravaged Karen. It seemed the promise of a reward wasn't just empty words.
But Rihart's cock was far too massive for Karen's petite frame to take entirely. No matter how supple and elastic her body might be, there were innate limits to what flesh could endure. In truth, Karen Florence had hit hers after swallowing just a little over half.
"Oh dear, it doesn't even reach the root?"
"I'll... I'll do my best! It... it can all fit hek! Hngg!?"
"I'll help you out too, Karen."
Help? From a third-party view, it was nothing more than forcing that monstrous shaft into her impossibly tight pussy. Rihart's grotesquely huge cock pressed onward, bulldozing Karen's inner walls. Every time it crushed the swollen, heated folds within her, she shuddered and gasped for air.
"Hngk, hek, het."
The frenzied, brutal thrusting was so violent it left bruises on her knees straddling me. Rihart's stamina was inhuman—the force slamming into her groin reverberated straight through to me. Even with Karen buffering in the middle, the weight was crushing. Thanks to that, I unwillingly savored the sensation of being fucked by Rihart myself.
It was hellish.
"Hek, hek, hik. It's... so full, inside... ahak!?"
From midway on, Karen panted like a beast in heat, clinging to me desperately—as if she couldn't bear the anxiety without holding onto something. Her body pressing flush against mine meant every soft curve ground into me. Her rock-hard nipples dug into my own sensitive buds. I was already wound tight myself, so I couldn't stifle the moan.
"Hng."
Did she hear? Karen tilted her head, peering at me.
"Lucy likes it too?"
"Karen, is... is this what you... wanted... hek?"
"Yup! I love gettin' loved tons and tons!"
She spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands, making it easier to take Rihart's cock.
"More... let Rihart do whatever... ravage me... more!"
Karen. Even affection doled out like charity satisfies you? Her begging, craving display tugged at my heart, filling it with gloom. Was there any love more pathetic than this? Watching her unravel and crumble, I couldn't keep the disgust from twisting my face.
Spotting my expression, Karen let out a sloppy laugh.
"Why... that sad face, Lucy? This feels... sooo good!"
Guilt surged like wildfire. If only I hadn't dragged you into this. You wouldn't have shattered like this. It's no different from me breaking you myself. If I'd known, I should've let you go back then. Even if you wouldn't believe me, I should've said it.
Foolish regrets. Emotions boiled over, and I choked out through sobs.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Karen."
"Heehee, no need! You... apologizin' doesn't suit you at allll."
Karen leaned down from above, suddenly pressing her lips to mine. Soft, warm, with a sweet, fruity scent—like fresh juice, tangy and sugary. Her tiny tongue toyed with mine without permission, but I didn't resist. How could I? I was the sinner who'd wronged her so gravely.
Paang!
Evidently displeased by her unprompted move, Rihart swatted her ass cheek with a massive hand.
"Who told you to touch Lucy on your own, Karen?"
His voice was icy cold, like frostbitten steel. Karen's breath hitched raggedly against my tongue. Rihart spanked her again. Crack, crack.
"You're supposed to be receiving your reward. Keep that cock gripped tight—no slacking off to look elsewhere."
"Hngk, s-sorryyy! So don't... hurt me, please, I beg you, no more pain."
"Why should I go easy on a Karen who can't even squeeze her pussy right?"
At his berating words, she babbled frantically.
"I-I'll grip it good! Like this, my pussy's holdin' Rihart's tight!"
Crude, desperate words. Hard to believe they came from that once-proud Karen Florence. Rihart pinched her flushed, shame-reddened cheek and whispered.
"Looks like Karen only tightens up when she's punished? Guess I'll have to do it more often."
"Nooo, no pain, no scary stuff!"
At the threat of punishment, she thrashed her head wildly, tears spilling. But Rihart showed no mercy. He just pistoned his hips with savage, tyrannical force.
"Kyaa! Uhk, ughk, haang!"
Thud, thud, thud.
Each brutal slam sent pressure waves crashing through me, my belly feeling crushed. If I was suffering this much indirectly, what must Karen endure head-on? Like her body was being pulverized.
Rihart's hand seized her hair in a brutal grip.
"Aghk, haaaang!"
"Apologize to Lucy first, Karen. Think she'd enjoy a kiss from a vulgar slut like you?"
He degraded and vilified Karen Florence as a vulgar slut. My fists clenched involuntarily. Karen. Don't apologize to me. I'm the one who should apologize to you. Please. I beg you.
Defying my desperate plea, Karen Florence apologized to me.
"Sorry, Lu... cy! I... I just wanna... be loved by Rihart... so I'm jealous, hek!?"
Slap!
Even that apology cut short, unfinished. Rihart's doing, of course.
"I said apologize—not make excuses."
"S-sorry, hek, haak, ahuk!"
Slap!
Handprints bloomed on Karen's peach-pale ass. The more it hurt, the tighter she clung to me.
This feels like being restrained.
Breathless and agonizing. But I couldn't shove off the desperately clinging Karen. It felt like she was leaning on me to endure Rihart's violence.
Not that I have the strength to push her anyway.
Karen writhed in torment, Rihart relentlessly tormenting her. All I could do was watch. Today, more than ever, my powerlessness gnawed at me viciously. Pathetic, repulsive—watching Karen break while being too helpless to stop it. I hated it. When will this end? Please, let it end soon.
Did the merciless fucking finally make her pass out? Karen Florence lay limp atop me. She deserved it. By my count, Rihart had pounded her nonstop for at least half an hour. And he'd been dead serious about ravaging her. Anyone else might've blacked out and collapsed far sooner. Me? I'd probably have rolled my eyes back in exhaustion.
Maybe it was the unpleasant imaginings, but a strange dampness slicked between my legs. I sighed. Self-loathing washed over me at getting wet from this, plunging me deeper into melancholy.
Schlop.
Rihart pulled his cock free from Karen's pussy. Her gaping entrance fluttered open and shut like a fish's mouth. Thick, creamy white semen oozed out in globs, endlessly. How many times had he cum? Enough to knock her up several times over. I winced.
Not just at the obscene volume. A needle-like pain stabbed my brain.
It hurts.
Taking Rihart's full cock must've been brutal. Karen had left bite marks aplenty on my neck while enduring her agony. Even a rabid pup wouldn't gnaw that hard. My shoulders burned too from her claw scratches.
Carefully, I eased Karen off me. Watching Rihart wipe his slick cock—coated in her juices and cum—with a dry cloth, I said,
"So that's why."
He arched one brow at my words.
"Why what?"
"Why you held off on breaking Karen yourself. She was already twisted to your whims, so you said that, right?"
Spot on, it seemed. His red eyes curved in amusement.
"Couldn't be helped. Can't break someone who's already broken."
Grind.
I ground my teeth, glaring daggers at Rihart. He swept back his sweat-dampened bangs and continued.
"You're a mystery, Lucy. You know it's a pussy, yet you bare your fangs every time. You're no dullard either. Some cute ploy to rile me up?"
His mockery scraped my nerves raw. Suppressing the rage ready to erupt, I shot back,
"It's because I'm only half-baked at controlling my emotions."
"That's what makes it fun. Watching how long you'll keep rebelling."
"I'm not amused at all."
His index finger pointed at my crotch.
"Saying it's no fun with your thighs that soaked?"
"You stimulated me, so of course I reacted. Basic female physiology."
"Wonder how long that brazen excuse will hold. Can't wait to find out."
He approached, extending a hand. I wanted to slap it away, but refusing would just give him an excuse to flip out. Might even torment Karen more. I didn't want to imagine her more broken than this. Reluctantly, I took his hand and stood.
In his usual offhand tone, he said,
"I'll count that wish token as used."
Mercy unlike Rihart. Puzzled but grateful, I bowed my head.
"……Thank you."
"In exchange, no more incidents like this. Start masturbating daily from today."
Masturbate without fail every day? I gaped at him, dumbfounded. Reading my face, he added,
"Oh, obviously—report exactly how many times you do it."
Figures you'd say that.
"Understood."
"Then, tidy up... Got something to say?"
Did I look that eager to speak? Well, I did have words. Unconsciously, my eyes flicked to the passed-out Karen. Guessing my intent from that alone, Rihart shrugged.
"Oh, wondering about Karen's fate?"
"……Yes."
"Well, if she's this obedient, no need to dispose of her."
Good news? Bad news? As long as her safety was assured, it felt like enough of a win. Better than vanishing like Bianca or Sean. There I was, compromising with reality.
"Satisfied, Lucy?"
That probing gaze. I knew exactly what it demanded.
"Thank you for your magnanimity, Young Master."
He wanted to see me submit, grovel. Fine, look all you want. But I won't give you what you really crave. I'd sooner die.