The Heart System

Chapter 379: Chapter 379

I slapped her ass hard—once, twice—then started moving again, slow at first, teasing thrusts that dragged my cock along her walls, making her feel every inch. ”Earn it, sow. Take this dick like the animal you are.” I built the pace back up gradually, hips rolling deeper, harder, until I was pounding her again, relentless, unhinged. My hand went back to her throat, squeezing rhythmically with each thrust, cutting off her air just enough to make her dizzy, her moans turning to choked gasps.

I flipped her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck, and bit down—teeth sinking into the skin, not breaking it but hard enough to bruise, sucking a mark there while I reamed her ass.

”Marked like livestock,” I growled against her skin, licking the bite before slapping her cheek—light but stinging, making her head snap to the side. ”Look at you, face down, ass up, taking it in your asshole. Your perfect little life? This is the real you—a sobbing, dripping mess begging to be used.”

She pushed back harder, meeting my thrusts, her body slick with sweat and beer, tits dragging across the mattress with every brutal drive. I grabbed them both now, hands under her, mauling her breasts—squeezing, twisting, pulling her nipples until they were red and swollen. ”These fat tits—perfect for grabbing while I wreck your hole. Moo for me, sow. Show me what a dumb animal you are.”

She hesitated, but I slapped her ass—harder than before, the crack like a whip—and she did it, a weak, humiliated ”M-moo—” escaping her lips, her face burning red.

”Holy SHIT! Did you just do that? How fucking embreassing, you fucking idiot!”

”Moo...”

I laughed, thrusting deeper, faster. ”Louder, pig. Moo while I fuck your ass.” Another slap, and she complied, moaning it out between gasps, her voice shaking with shame and arousal. I kept going, pounding her without mercy, my cock swelling inside her, the friction building to a fever pitch. Her asshole gripped me tighter, walls massaging every vein, the heat unbearable.

I reached down again, fingers assaulting her clit—rubbing furiously, pinching, slapping the sensitive nub until she was writhing under me.

”Feel that, bitch? Your pussy’s dripping while I own your ass. You’re such a disgusting whore—getting off on being treated like trash.”

Her body tensed again, breaths panting, ass clenching erratically around my cock as she climbed toward the edge. ”Daddy... fuck—I’m gonna... please...”

I stopped once more, holding still deep inside her, my fingers pulling away from her clit. ”No, you fucking sow. I’m tearing up your ass and you nearly came again? Greedy little pig. You think you deserve release? Not until you’ve suffered more.” I ground against her, cock twitching inside her stretched hole, feeling her walls spasm in denial, her whole body shuddering with frustration.

She sobbed openly now, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the beer and mascara. ”Please—Evan—can’t take it—need to cum—your cock—ass—please—”

”Evan?”

”DADDY! DADDY! LET ME CUM, PLEASE! DADDY!”

I slapped her ass—left, right, then grabbed her hips, nails digging in deep enough to draw tiny beads of blood. ”Shut up and take it, animal. We’re not done.” I started thrusting again, even harder this time, my pace frantic, hips slamming into her bruised cheeks with punishing force. The bedframe banged against the wall, the room filled with the wet slaps of flesh on flesh, her choked moans, my growls.

I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her up slightly, changing the angle so my cock dragged against her inner walls in a new, brutal way. My other hand went to her mouth, fingers shoving inside, forcing her to suck them like a cock. ”Suck, sow. Taste your own filth while I breed your hole.” She gagged, drool spilling down her chin, but she sucked obediently, tongue swirling around my fingers as I fucked her ass mercilessly.

I kept it up, minutes blurring into a haze of violence—slapping her thighs, her ass, her tits whenever I could reach; yanking her hair to arch her back painfully; choking her intermittently, making her vision blur. Her body was a wreck—bruised, slick, trembling—but she took it all, pushing back, moaning like a bitch in heat.

”That’s it, pig. Break for me. Your ass is mine—stretched, ruined, leaking my pre-cum. You love being my fucktoy, don’t you? Admit it.”

”Yes—fuck—yours—ruin me—please—” she mumbled around my fingers, her voice muffled and desperate.

I pulled my fingers out, smeared her own spit across her face, then slapped her cheek—stingy, humiliating. ”Disgusting. Smeared like a used rag.” I thrust deeper, feeling my own release building, but I held back, focusing on her torment. Her asshole was loose now, but still gripping me perfectly, the friction electric.

I flipped her over roughly—yanking my cock out with a wet pop, her hole gaping wide before I shoved her onto her back on the bed now. I grabbed her ankles, forcing her legs up and apart, folding her in half until her knees hit her shoulders, ass exposed and vulnerable. ”Look at me while I wreck you, sow. Watch my face as I split your ass.” I got on the bed and slammed back in, the new position letting me go even deeper, my cock bullying into her fucking guts.

She screamed, eyes locked on mine, wide with a mix of pain and lust. I pounded her like that—brutal, animalistic, my hands pinning her legs down, slapping her inner thighs whenever she tried to close them. ”Keep them spread, bitch. Show me that wrecked hole taking my dick.” Her tits bounced wildly, stomach heaving with every thrust, pussy dripping onto the sheets below.

I leaned down, spitting into her open mouth. ”Swallow, pig.” She did, choking it down, and I slapped her face lightly. ”Good pig.” Then back to the frenzy—thrusting, grinding, my balls slapping her ass cheeks, the room reeking of sex and beer.

She wailed in frustration, body writhing under me, hole fluttering helplessly. ”Please... need it—your cock... ass... cum—please Evan—”

”You can’t form sentences now?” I asked. ”Fucking idiot.”

”I’ll do anything... cum... let me cum, please. Please, please, please.”

I slapped her tit—hard, making it jiggle. ”Anything? Good. Then suffer.” I started again, slow, torturous thrusts, building back to full brutality, my mind lost in the haze of dominance, her body mine to break.

My cock was buried to the balls in her wrecked asshole, and I started moving again. Her hole was loose from the abuse but still hot and greedy, walls clinging to every ridge and vein as I reamed her.

I leaned in close, face hovering over hers, and slapped her cheek—hard, open palm cracking across her left side, blooming instant red. Then the right. Her head snapped side to side with each hit, mascara-streaked tears flying, lips parting in shocked gasps.

”Fucking look at me while I destroy your ass, sow,” I snarled, slapping her again—left, right, left—each crack louder than the last, her cheeks flushing crimson, skin stinging hot under my hand. ”You don’t get to hide. You take every inch and every hit like the disgusting pig you are.”

Her mouth fell open on a whimper. I seized the chance—shoved three fingers deep past her lips, straight to the back of her throat. She gagged instantly, eyes watering, throat convulsing around my knuckles as thick drool spilled over my hand and down her chin. I held them there, pressing deeper, feeling her gag reflex spasm helplessly.

”Eat it, bitch,” I growled, pumping my fingers in and out a few times, fucking her mouth while my hips kept snapping forward, cock bullying deep into her ass with wet, obscene slaps. She retched, gurgled, spit bubbling around my fingers, running in strings down her neck and soaking into the beer-drenched sheets.

I pulled my fingers free with a wet pop. She coughed, gasping for air—then I spat directly into her open mouth, a thick glob landing on her tongue. ”Swallow, pig.” She did, choking it down, humiliated tears streaming faster.

I shoved my fingers back in—deeper this time, four now, stretching her jaw wide. She gagged harder, body jerking, throat working frantically around the intrusion while her asshole clenched rhythmically on my thrusting cock. I fucked her face with my hand a few more times—slow, deliberate, making sure she felt every knuckle scrape her tonsils—then yanked out again. Spit sprayed from her lips as she heaved.

Another slap—harder, across both cheeks in quick succession. Her face was a mess now: red handprints overlapping, cheeks swollen and hot, lips puffy and glistening with drool.

I slid my hand down between us, fingers finding her cunt—swollen, dripping, clit throbbing under my touch. I pinched it roughly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it hard. ”This sloppy little slit’s been leaking the whole time I’ve been tearing up your ass. Pathetic. You’re dripping like a broken faucet just from getting your shithole reamed. What kind of worthless sow gets this wet from pain?”

I slapped her pussy with a full force. The wet crack echoed; her whole body bucked, a raw scream ripping from her throat. I did it again—harder—then again, three quick, stinging slaps right on her clit. Each one made her hips jerk involuntarily, pussy clenching on nothing, juices splattering against my wrist.

”Cry louder, pig. Let me hear how much you love being treated like garbage.” I spat on her face this time—right between her eyes, the glob sliding down her nose and over her lips. She flinched but didn’t dare close her mouth.