The Heart System

Chapter 378: Chapter 378

I leaned down to my pants on the floor, grabbed my phone, and snapped a quick photo—her ass high, bottle buried deep, face turned back with tears and spit.

I put the phone aside, placed one foot on her lower back again, and pushed the bottle deeper with my other hand—slow, relentless, until the widest part stretched her to the limit. She moaned loud, body shaking, ass quivering around the glass.

“Good girl,” I said, voice dark. “Take it like that… let your hole stretch for me.”

I kept pushing the bottle back and forth—slow at first, letting her feel every inch of cold glass stretching her open, then faster, harder, turning it into a brutal rhythm. Her asshole gripped the neck desperately on every pull-back, the rim clinging white-knuckled, then forced wide again on the shove-in. The wide curve of the bottle kept catching at her ring, making her hole stretch painfully each time I forced it past the thickest part. Her ass was already sore—skin hot and angry-red around the intrusion, quivering uncontrollably, tiny tremors running through her cheeks with every violent thrust of the bottle.

She tried to crawl forward—hands scrabbling at the mattress, hips jerking away instinctively—but I planted my foot firmly on her lower back, pinning her down like an insect. “Don’t you fucking move,” I snarled, pressing harder with my heel until her spine bowed and her ass lifted higher. “You stay right there and take it, pig. This is what you begged for.”

Carrie sobbed, face buried in the sheets, body shaking. “Please—it’s too much—too cold—it hurts…” Her voice cracked, muffled and wet, but her hips still twitched back toward the bottle despite her words, betraying her.

I slapped her ass—hard, palm cracking against already-red flesh, the impact making her whole body jolt forward. “Shut up.” Another slap—left cheek, then right—each one timed with a vicious thrust of the bottle, driving it deeper, faster. Handprints overlapped into a solid crimson map across her cheeks, skin burning hot under my palm. The bottle squelched obscenely now, lube and spit mixing with her own juices, dripping down her thighs in thick rivulets.

“Pathetic,” I spat, twisting the bottle roughly on the next push-in, making her scream into the mattress. “Crying like a little bitch while your greedy hole swallows it deeper. You love being stuffed, don’t you? Look at this ass—red, gaping, shaking like a scared animal. Disgusting.”

She tried again—weakly bucking forward, hands clawing at the sheets for leverage—but I leaned my full weight onto my foot, crushing her down harder. Her spine arched painfully, ass forced higher, hole stretched wider around the invading glass. “I said don’t fucking move,” I growled, yanking the bottle almost all the way out before slamming it back in to the curve. She wailed, legs kicking uselessly behind her, toes curling in the air.

Her asshole was raw now—rim swollen and inflamed, clinging desperately to the bottle on every withdrawal, fluttering helplessly when I held it still. Tears soaked the sheets under her face, mascara running in black streaks, hair matted with sweat and spit. Her whole body trembled, muscles locked in futile resistance, but her pussy dripped steadily, betraying how much her body craved the violation even as she sobbed.

I kept going, ruthless, fucking mechanical, pushing the bottle in and out with punishing force, slapping her ass whenever she tried to squirm away. Each impact made her cheeks ripple, red deepening to angry purple in places, handprints overlapping into a solid burn. She stopped trying to crawl after the fifth slap—body going limp in defeat, ass held high, hole gaping and quivering with every brutal thrust of the bottle.

Finally, I pulled it out slowly—her ass walls clinging desperately, the rim stretching one last time before the wide part popped free with a wet, obscene sound. Her hole stayed open for several seconds—pink, raw, twitching, slowly trying to close around nothing.

I popped open the beer bottle—foam hissing violently—and poured it straight down onto her head. Cold beer cascaded over her hair, soaking it instantly, running in rivulets down her face, over her eyes, dripping off her chin, soaking the mattress in dark wet patches.

I tossed the empty bottle aside and got behind her again, cock throbbing, pre-cum dripping steadily from the tip.

I aimed at her gaping, abused asshole and pressed the swollen head against it. “Let’s see you take the real thing, sow.”

I pressed the head of my cock against her gaping asshole, the rim still twitching and raw from the bottle, slick with spit and her own mess. She was a fucking sight—ass high, cheeks bruised purple from my slaps, hole winking like it was begging for more abuse. I didn’t give her a second to brace; I just thrust forward, hard and merciless, burying half my length in one brutal shove. Her body jerked like I’d electrocuted her, a raw scream ripping from her throat as her asshole stretched around my thickness, walls clenching desperately against the invasion.

“Fuck—take it, you filthy sow,” I growled, grabbing her hips with both hands, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

I yanked her back onto me, forcing the rest of my cock deep inside, balls slapping against her dripping pussy. Her hole was tight, even after the bottle—hot, velvety grip milking me as I bottomed out, the ring spasming around my base like it was trying to push me out. But I wasn’t going anywhere; I ground my hips against her ass, twisting inside her, making her feel every vein, every inch stretching her wider.

She sobbed, hands fisting the soaked sheets, body shaking under me. “Evan—please—it’s too big—hurts—” Her voice was a broken whine, but her ass pushed back instinctively, betraying her words, greedy for the pain.

I slapped her ass—left cheek, then right—crack after crack echoing in the room, my palm burning from the impact. “Shut your fucking mouth, pig. This is what you are—a hole for me to wreck. You think that bottle was rough? Think again.” I pulled back almost all the way, her rim clinging to my cockhead, then slammed back in, hips snapping forward with bone-jarring force. The sound was obscene—wet, squelching slaps as I reamed her, my cock pistoning in and out like a machine, no mercy, no pause.

Her body rocked with every thrust, tits swinging wildly under her, nipples scraping against the beer-soaked mattress. I reached around, grabbed one of her heavy breasts, squeezing hard, twisting the nipple between my fingers until she yelped.

“Look at these udders bouncing, sow. You’re nothing but livestock getting bred—moaning like a desperate animal while I ruin your shithole.” I pinched harder, pulling on her tit like I was milking her, my other hand slapping her ass again, the skin now a mottled mess of red and purple, hot under my touch.

Carrie gasped, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts, ass clenching tighter around me as I fucked her harder. I could feel her getting into it—her hole loosening just enough to take the brutality, but still gripping me like a vice. Juices from her pussy dripped down, mixing with the mess, making everything slicker, filthier. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, one hand wrapping around her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make her gasp for air.

“Choke on it, bitch,” I hissed into her ear, teeth grazing her lobe. “Feel my cock splitting your ass open? That’s all you’re good for—being a cumdump for the guy who destroyed your life. Pathetic, isn’t it? Begging for more while your son’s rotting in a cell because of me.”

I tightened my grip on her throat, thrusting deeper, faster, my balls slapping her clit with every brutal drive. She gurgled, eyes rolling back, body arching under me, ass quivering as I pounded her relentlessly.

I kept going, my hips a blur as I reamed her asshole, the bed creaking under the force. Sweat poured down my back, mixing with the beer on her skin, making us both slick and sticky. I released her throat to grab her hair instead, yanking her head back sharply, forcing her to arch her neck at a painful angle.

“Scream for me, whore. Let me hear how much you love being ass-fucked like a cheap bitch.”

She did—moans turning to wails, her voice hoarse and raw, echoing off the walls.

Her ass was on fire now, walls fluttering around my cock, the friction building heat that made every thrust burn. I slapped her thigh this time—inner flesh, sensitive and untouched—making her legs buckle slightly. “Spread wider, pig. Show me that gaping hole.” I kicked her knees apart with my foot, forcing her stance open, then grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide with my thumbs, watching my cock disappear into her stretched rim over and over.

“Fuck—Evan—harder—” she begged, voice cracking, pushing back against me despite the pain, her body betraying her completely.

I laughed, dark and cruel, slapping her ass again—three quick cracks in a row, each one making her jolt. “Harder? You greedy cunt. I’ll break you.” I doubled down, thrusting with everything I had, my cock slamming balls-deep every time, the impact rippling through her flesh. Her hole was raw, swollen, but it took me greedily, clenching and releasing in rhythm with my brutal pace. I reached under her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing it roughly—circles, pinches, slaps—making her body tense, her moans turning frantic.

She was getting close—I could feel it. Her breaths shortened, ass clenching harder around my cock, walls milking me desperately, her whole body tensing like a coiled spring. “Oh god—I’m—close—” she whimpered, hips bucking back wildly.

Deny. Again.

I stopped dead, buried deep inside her, my hand freezing on her clit. “Not yet, you fucking sow. I’m fucking your ass raw and you nearly came? Pathetic. You don’t get to cum until I say.” I held her there, cock throbbing inside her stretched hole, feeling her walls flutter in frustration, her body trembling with denied release.

She whined, trying to grind back against me, but I pinned her hips with my hands, digging my nails into her skin.

“Beg for it, pig. Tell me why a worthless bitch like you deserves to cum.”

“Please—Evan… no. Daddy. I need it—your cock in my ass—feels so good… please let me…” Her voice was desperate, broken, ass clenching around me in vain.