Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 509

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Adele clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding together as she fought to keep herself from crying out.

The pressure was immense, almost unbearable, and she could feel her body straining against it.

Every inch felt like a battle, a slow, agonizing push against her limits.

“Ahhhhh…”

“Ohhhhh…”

“Ughhhhh…” She focused on her breathing, trying to steady herself, but each breath came in short, ragged gasps.

Her hands gripped the edge of the surface beneath her, her knuckles white from the effort.

The scene was a blur of noise and movement, the voices of the onlookers blending into a chaotic symphony of jeers and laughter.

She tried to block them out, to focus solely on the task at hand, but their words cut through her concentration like shards of glass.

“Look at her! She’s actually doing it!” one of the bad evil men shouted, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and cruel amusement.

“I didn’t think she had it in her,” another added, his tone mocking.

Adele closed her eyes, shutting out their faces, their voices, their presence.

She focused inward, on the sensations coursing through her body.

The pain was sharp, almost blinding, but beneath it, there was a strange, unfamiliar feeling—a mix of tension and release that left her breathless.

She could feel her body adjusting, slowly, reluctantly, to the overwhelming pressure.

The kidnapper leader’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding.

“Keep going,” he said, his tone cold and unyielding. “Don’t stop now.”

Adele’s mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of fear and determination.

She knew she had no choice but to continue, to push through the pain and the humiliation.

She focused on the rhythm of her breathing, each inhale and exhale a small victory in itself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

Her body relaxed slightly, the tension easing as she adjusted to the new reality.

She exhaled slowly, her breath shaky but steady, and opened her eyes.

The lakeside panorama seemed to spin around her, the faces of the onlookers blurring into a haze.

She felt a strange sense of detachment, as though she were watching the scene from a distance.

Her body felt different, changed in some fundamental way, and she struggled to make sense of the emotions swirling inside her.

Adele finally took Ross’ big fat cock completely inside her cunt!

The leader’s voice cut through the haze once more, sharp and mocking.

“Well, well, look at that. She did it. Who would’ve thought?”

Adele ignored him, her focus turning inward once more.

She felt a strange mix of emotions—relief, exhaustion, and something else she couldn’t quite name.

Her body felt heavy, weighed down by the intensity of the experience, but beneath the exhaustion, there was a flicker of something stronger, something unyielding.

She had endured. She had survived. And in that moment, that was enough.

But the ordeal wasn’t over. The leader stepped closer, his presence looming over her like a shadow.

“You have a very beautiful pussy, Adele.” he said, his voice low and menacing and lustful. “I can’t wait for me and my boys to get a taste of that beautiful pussy too around our cock. Hahaha!”

Adele didn’t respond. She couldn’t.

Her body felt like it had been drained of all its strength, her mind struggling to process everything that had happened.

The leader’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

“This isn’t over,” he said, his tone dripping with malice. “Not by a long shot. I want you to move now and fuck Mr. Rich kid hard!”

Adele’s heart sank, the flicker of hope she had felt extinguished in an instant. She knew he was right.

This was just the beginning, and the road ahead would be even harder.

But even as despair threatened to overwhelm her, she clung to the small, fragile sense of strength she had found within herself.

She had endured Ross’ giant monster cock. She had survived its impossible girth.

And no matter what came next, she would find a way to endure again.

The leader’s voice was like a crack of thunder, sharp and commanding, cutting through the heavy silence of the room.

“Move your hips! Show us how you do it!” he barked louder this time, his tone laced with sadistic glee.

His men erupted into laughter, their voices blending into a cacophony of jeers and taunts that filled the air like a suffocating fog.

The place felt smaller somehow, the sadistic air closing in as the weight of their stares bore down on Adele.

She hesitated, her body trembling as she fought to steady herself.

Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, shame, anger, and a desperate, clawing need to survive.

She knew she had no choice but to comply, yet every fiber of her being screamed at her to resist, to fight back, to do something.

But defiance wouldn’t save her now.

She had no choice but to do this—for herself, for Steven, for her daughters, for whatever fragile hope remained.

With a shaky exhale, she began to move, her hips rising and falling in slow, deliberate motions.

The atmosphere fell silent, the men’s laughter fading into a tense, almost reverent quiet as they watched.

Adele’s movements were hesitant at first, her body stiff and unyielding, but gradually, she found a rhythm—a mechanical, almost robotic cadence that allowed her to detach from the reality of the situation.

She moved up just a little bit as if testing the waters.

The leader leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

“Look at that,” he sneered, gesturing toward Adele with a mocking grin.

“She’s a natural. Who would’ve thought? Possibly not her husband Steven! Hahaha!”

His men chuckled, their voices low and guttural, but Adele barely heard them.

Her focus was inward, on the sensations coursing through her body.

The initial sharpness of pain had dulled, replaced by a strange, almost alien feeling that she couldn’t quite place.