CHAPTER 33: PLEASURE OR NOT (R18)

Inside the wardrobe, Helena’s breath was a shallow rasp, her body pressed against the wood. The obscene sounds, Devon’s guttural grunts, the bed’s creaking, Sophie’s desperate moans, tore at her heart. Her fingers clutched the bag, the stolen pages crinkling, a lifeline to justice. Guilt choked her, knowing Sophie was enduring this for her, but Sophie’s earlier signal kept her frozen, her chest tight with every muffled cry, unaware of the pleasure Sophie was grappling with.

Devon’s pace was relentless, his thick cock pistoning into Sophie’s dripping pussy, her walls clenching greedily around him, milking every inch. "Take it," he snarled, his hand cracking down on her ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her, making her moan louder, her body arching into him. He yanked her hips higher, fucking her deeper, his cock slamming against her cervix with brutal force, each thrust igniting a fire in her core. Sophie’s cries grew frantic, "ahnnnnnn, Devon, fuck me senseless!"—part performance to keep his focus, part truth as her body shuddered with ecstasy, her mind a storm of guilt and raw desire.

Helena’s stomach churned, the wet, filthy sounds of their coupling seeping through the wardrobe’s thin walls, amplifying her horror. Sophie’s moans sounded too real, too raw, and it tore at Helena’s resolve, was Sophie truly enjoying this, or was it all an act to protect her? The thought made her nauseous, her hands shaking as she gripped the bag tighter.

She wanted to scream, her breath hitching with every slap of Devon’s hand, every cry from Sophie that sounded like both torment and ecstasy. Helena’s tears fell faster, her heart breaking for her friend, trapped in this degrading act for their cause.

He pulled out with a wet, filthy squelch, her pussy gaping and dripping, a creamy mix of her juices and his precum spilling down her thighs. His hand spanked her again, leaving red welts on her jiggling cheeks, the sting pushing Sophie closer to the edge, her pussy clenching with need.

She complied, pushing back into him, her body trembling with a mix of revulsion and undeniable pleasure, her slick folds aching for more. He slammed back into her, doggy-style, his cock churning her insides into a frothy mess, their fluids leaking in a sticky flood. "You love this cock, don’t you, you cum-hungry slut?" he taunted, his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her into a brutal arch that made her scream.

"Yes, harder, harder!" Sophie wailed, her voice hoarse, raw with both her mission’s desperation and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around his cock, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her juices squirting onto the sheets. Her mind screamed at the betrayal, how could she enjoy this, after everything? but her body didn’t care, lost in the relentless pounding. Devon’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock throbbing as he neared his climax. "I’m close," he grunted, his hips snapping harder, his balls slapping against her, the lewd sound filling the room.

With a guttural roar, he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he exploded, pumping thick, scalding ropes of cum deep into her quivering pussy.

Sophie’s body shook, her vagina walls clamping down, milking every drop as his seed flooded her, spilling out around his shaft in a creamy, filthy flood. "Take my fucking load!" he bellowed, his thrusts unrelenting, churning his cum deeper into her sloppy, overstuffed cunt. Sophie’s cries turned to whimpers, "More, Devon, give me more!" partly to keep him blind to the wardrobe, partly because her body craved it, her second orgasm building already, her soul torn between hatred and ecstasy.

He wasn’t done. Pulling out, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with their mess, he flipped her onto her side, hooking one leg over his shoulder as he straddled her other thigh.

The new angle let him drill into her at a devastating angle, his cock hitting her G-spot with every brutal thrust, her pussy squelching lewdly, dripping with their combined fluids. "So so good," he growled, his hips snapping with savage force, her juices spraying his pelvis as she came again, her body jerking uncontrollably.

Sophie’s moans were primal, "Too much... fuck, don’t stop!" a mix of strategy and truth, her body lost in the pleasure even as her mind recoiled at his dominance.

Her pussy spasmed, gushing around him, soaking the bed in a slick, obscene puddle. Devon’s muscles bulged, sweat dripping from his brow as he fucked her senseless, his cock a relentless battering ram. "Beg for it, you dirty cumslut," he demanded, his hand cracking down on her thigh, the red welt fueling her pleasure-pain haze. "Cum in me again, breed my fucking pussy!" Sophie screamed, her voice raw, her body a trembling wreck as she rode another orgasm, her eyes locked on the wardrobe to ensure Helena stayed hidden, her pleasure a guilty secret she couldn’t suppress.

As Sophie’s body began to give out, her limbs boneless and shaking, Devon felt his second climax building. He flipped her back onto her back, spreading her legs wide and pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "One last load for this sloppy cunt," he growled, driving into her with everything he had, the bed groaning under their weight. His cock throbbed again, his balls tightening as he pounded her mercilessly, her pussy a dripping, cum-soaked mess that sucked him in with every thrust. Sophie’s final cry was raw, primal, "Fill me, Devon, breed me!" her body shattered under another orgasm, her pussy clenching so hard it nearly forced him out.

With an animalistic roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick, scalding ropes of cum deep into her ravaged pussy, the excess spurting out around his base, pooling beneath her in a filthy, creamy flood. He held himself inside her, letting her spasming walls milk every last drop, her body trembling with the aftershocks of countless orgasms.

As he pulled out, a torrent of their combined fluids gushed from her gaping cunt, soaking the sheets, her thighs slick and quivering as she panted, her mind reeling from the pleasure that had consumed her against her will.

Devon stood, his chest heaving, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their mess. He smirked, a mix of smug satisfaction and dark amusement at the state he’d left her in. "That was so good" he muttered, and Without another word, he went to the bathroom.

Sophie lay there, her body throbbing, raw, and dripping with his cum, her breath shallow, her pussy pulsing with the afterglow of her orgasms. Her mind was a storm of guilt and confusion. how could she have enjoyed that, after everything he’d done? but her eyes fixed on the wardrobe.

"Helena," she whispered, her voice hoarse, barely audible. "Go. Now." The wardrobe creaked open, and Helena stumbled out, her face ashen, her eyes wide with horror and guilt, unaware of the pleasure Sophie had grappled with. She clutched the bag tightly, her hands shaking as she looked at Sophie, her voice breaking. "Sophie... I’m so sorry..."

"Go," Sophie repeated, her voice stronger despite the tremor, her body still trembling from the intensity. "Make this worth it." Helena nodded, tears streaming down her face, her heart heavy with the weight of Sophie’s sacrifice pleasure or not. She slipped out of the room, the evidence their only hope against this beast of a man.

Sophie forced herself to sit up, wincing as her sore muscles protested, her pussy throbbing with every movement, the sticky mess of Devon’s cum still dripping from her. She grabbed the torn remnants of her gown, wrapping it around herself like a shield, her hands trembling as she fought to steady her breathing.

The room was silent now, save for the faint drip of their fluids on the sheets, a stark reminder of what she’d endured and enjoyed. The guilt clawed at her, but she shoved it down, focusing on the mission.

Outside, Helena moved quickly through the corridors, her heart racing, the bag clutched to her chest like a lifeline. The sounds of Sophie’s moans haunted her, each one a question she couldn’t answer, was it real, or was it all for her? The guilt was suffocating, but she forced herself to focus, her steps quickening as she neared the exit. The stolen pages, documents detailing Devon’s corruption, and his crimes. She had to get them to their contact, had to make Sophie’s sacrifice mean something. Her tears fell as she ran, the weight of Sophie’s ordeal fueling her resolve.

Back in the room, Sophie stood, her legs shaky, her body still humming with the unwanted pleasure that lingered like a stain. She stumbled to the mirror, catching a glimpse of herself, hair disheveled, lips swollen, red welts on her skin, cum still trickling down her thighs. She looked like a woman broken, but her eyes burned with defiance. She’d played her part, kept Devon distracted, given Helena the chance to escape. The pleasure she’d felt was a secret she’d take to her grave, a betrayal her body had forced on her, but it wouldn’t define her. She wiped her tears, straightened her spine, and began to gather her scattered clothes, her mind already shifting to the next step, bringing Devon down.