Helena's scream tore through the room as the cockhead popped inside her ass.

The tightness was insane. Her anal walls clamped down on just the head like a strangling grip, so tight it almost hurt. Hot. Suffocating. Nothing like her pussy.

Viktor groaned against her neck, his whole body tensing.

He pushed deeper.

Inch by inch, his cock sank into her ass. The walls rippled and clenched, trying to push him out, but he kept going. Kept pressing. Kept claiming virgin territory.

"Hnnngh! Hnngh! It hurts! Young master it hurts!" Helena sobbed, her voice breaking.

Mira watched every second.

Watched Viktor's thick and nearly 8 inches long sword disappear into Helena's brown asshole.

Watched the ring of muscle stretch obscenely around the invading cock. Watched Helena's face contort in agony, tears and drool soaking the cushion.

Watched his balls press against her ass cheeks as he buried himself completely.

Viktor groaned, his eyes rolling back. "Shit..."

The sensation was overwhelming. Her ass was impossibly tight—tighter than anything he'd ever felt. Every ridge of her inner walls gripped his cock, milking it involuntarily.

Too tight.

"Th-this... that was a bad idea..."

His balls drew up tight against his body. His cock pulsed once, twice—

Then erupted.

"FUCK!" Viktor's roar mixed with Helena's pained wail as his cock pumped load after load directly into her bowels.

Thick ropes of cum flooded her ass, filling the tight channel until it overflowed. The excess leaked out around his shaft, dripping down to mix with the cum still leaking from her pussy.

Viktor's hips jerked erratically, balls clenching, every muscle in his body tensing as he came harder than before. Just from entering her. Just from that crushing tightness.

Helena writhed beneath him, screaming into the cushion. The pain was blinding—her ass stretched beyond anything natural, filled with cock and cum, burning like fire.

Viktor's body went limp.

He collapsed fully onto Helena's back, his weight pinning her down. His cock still buried in her ass, still pulsing weakly, pumping the last spurts of cum.

His eyes drifted shut.

Exhaustion crashed over him like a wave. The double orgasm had drained every ounce of energy. His breathing slowed, evened out.

He fell asleep.

Right there. Cock still inside her ass. Body crushing her into the sofa.

Helena lay beneath him, tears streaming endlessly. The pain in her ass throbbed with every heartbeat. She tried to move, tried to push him off—

But nothing worked.

Her body had given out. The brutal fucking, the anal violation, the pain—it was too much.

Her pussy was already on fire from continous ravaging due to that thick cock that now streched her anal to its maximum girth where she felt her body tearing anytime.

Her eyes rolled back. Consciousness slipped away.

She passed out.

Viktor and Helena—both unconscious. Both collapsed together on the cum-soaked sofa.

His cock still buried in her ass, their bodies tangled in the aftermath of brutal claiming.

Across the room, Mira lay frozen.

Her green eyes stared, unblinking, at the scene before her...

Mira's green eyes stayed locked on the scene.

She couldn't look away.

Viktor's soft body draped over Helena's back, his cock still buried in her ass. Helena's face turned to the side, unconscious, tear-streaked and drool-soaked. The cum leaking from both her holes, pooling on the sofa in obscene puddles.

The moonlight shifted as hours crawled by.

Mira's eyes burned. She blinked, but couldn't close them for long. Every time her lids fell, the image seared into her mind—his cock splitting Helena's ass, the way she'd screamed, the way he'd collapsed inside her.

And his words.

// I will fuck you harder than Helena. //

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Each beat echoed in her ears, drowning out everything else. Her thighs pressed together, the wet fabric of her dress sticking to her swollen pussy lips, creating friction that made her want to sob.

What would happen tomorrow?

The question circled her mind endlessly. Would he do the same to her? Would he split her open like he'd done to Helena? Would he fuck her ass until she passed out?

Her pussy clenched hard at the thought, betraying her fear with sick arousal.

She, with trembling steps, moved to a nearby sofa and lay down.

Dark circles formed beneath her eyes as the night wore on. She didn't sleep. Couldn't sleep. Just lay there trembling, watching, waiting.

Finally, exhaustion won.

Her eyelids grew heavy. The adrenaline faded. Her body demanded rest despite her racing mind.

Her eyes closed.

Just for a moment. Just a small nap.

"Nnngh..."

A pained whimper cut through the silence.

Mira's eyes snapped open.

The early morning light filtered through the windows—not quite sunrise, but no longer full darkness. That grey pre-dawn glow that made everything look washed out and surreal.

Movement on the other sofa.

Mira's gaze jerked toward it, expecting to see Viktor awake and fucking Helena again here in the hallway.

But it wasn't that.

Helena was alone now. Viktor had moved at some point—probably back to that room or elsewhere.

Helena sat on the edge of the sofa, or tried to. Her hand clutched her ass, fingers digging into the flesh as her face twisted in agony.

"Ahh... it's sting..." Helena's whisper came out strained, barely audible.

She tried to stand. Her legs trembled, knees buckling. One hand braced against the sofa arm while the other stayed glued to her ass, trying to hold herself together.

Their eyes met.

For one fleeting moment, green locked with brown across the dim room.

Helena's face flushed instantly—deep crimson spreading from her neck to her hairline. She looked away sharply, yanking her tattered uniform closed over her exposed body with her free hand.

But the fabric barely covered anything. The uniform hung in shreds, buttons torn off, seams split. Her massive tits threatened to spill out with every movement, nipples pressing obscenely through the thin material.

Helena tried to stand again. Her legs gave out, and she grabbed the nearby desk for support.

"Hnng!" A sharp wince escaped as her body protested the movement.

Her hand flew back to her ass, pressing hard against the abused flesh. Her asshole throbbed with every heartbeat, the stretched muscle screaming in protest.

Mira sat up slowly, carefully shifting Toby to the side without waking him.

She moved toward Helena, feet padding softly across the floor.

Helena didn't look at her. Kept her face turned away, shame radiating from every line of her body.

Mira reached her side, extending a hand to help steady her.

As she did, the torn uniform shifted.

Through the gap in the fabric, Mira saw everything.

Helena's body was destroyed.

Her hairy pussy—thick curls matted with dried cum—gaped slightly, the lips swollen and raw. Bruises dotted her inner thighs in finger-shaped marks. Her massive tits bore deep teeth marks around the areolas, the flesh purple and inflamed. More fingerprint bruises covered her hips, her waist, her ass cheeks.

But it was the asshole that made Mira's breath catch.

The brown ring of muscle didn't close properly anymore. There was a gap—visible even from this angle—where Viktor's cock had stretched it beyond recovery.

Mira stared.

She couldn't help it. The sight was horrifying and fascinating in equal measure—proof of how thoroughly Viktor had claimed every hole, how brutally he'd fucked this woman.

Helena must have felt the stare.

Her head turned slightly, catching Mira's gaze locked on her brutalized body.

Their eyes met again.

Helena's filled with fresh tears. Her lips trembled. "Did you see everything?"

The question hung between them, heavy with mortification.

Mira's face burned. She looked away quickly, words stumbling out. "No... not everything..."

A lie.

They both knew it.

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