The room became a haze of sweat, blood, and the overwhelming stench of sex. Rex continued to pump into her even as he came, his cock still twitching and discharging inside her.
He moved her to the floor, then to the chair, then back to the bed, each position more degrading and more intense than the last.
The sounds were a constant assault: the wet squelch of his cock sliding in and out of her cum-soaked cunt, the rhythmic thud of his body against hers, and the never-ending, ear-splitting shrieks of a woman who had been completely and utterly conquered.
The night bled into morning, but Rex remained a force of relentless violation. Valentina's screams never truly ceased; they merely changed pitch, moving from desperate begging to a kind of ecstatic, broken madness as she realized he truly would never stop until he had drained every last drop of her resistance.
