Chapter 387. Choking Her Hard Until She Starts Saying She Wants To Die While Doing It**

Chapter 387: 387. Choking Her Hard Until She Starts Saying She Wants To Die While Doing It**

Aveline clung to the pillow as if it were the only solid object left in a world that had dissolved into pure sensation. Her hips were suspended unnaturally high, hooked upward by Mike’s iron grip as he manipulated her body to maximize every inch of his penetration.

She was completely exposed, her ass splayed open and vulnerable to his relentless assault, each thrust visible shockwaves through her thighs.

Her mind was a storm of conflicting impulses. Mike’s venomous words about her failed husband and her disappointing son still echoed in her skull, but they were being drowned out by the terrifyingly erotic implication of his next threat: getting pregnant with his child.

The idea of being claimed so thoroughly by this dominant, unstoppable force sent a perverse shiver of arousal straight to her core. It was a primal, terrifying invitation to surrender her entire identity to him.

She imagined his powerful body claiming her womb, replacing everything she had lost with something strong and undeniable.

But she couldn’t hold onto the thought for long.

Mike sensed her hesitation, sensed the momentary lapse in her surrender, and decided to shatter whatever coherent thoughts remained.

"Too much thinking, Aveline?" he growled, his voice dropping to a gravelly register. "Let’s fix that."

He shifted his stance, planting his feet wider for better leverage, and unleashed a new level of ferocity. His thrusts became rapid fire, short, and devastatingly hard.

He wasn’t just fucking her anymore; he was trying to obliterate her capacity for thought.

THWACK SQUELCH! THWACK SQUELCH! THWACK SQUELCH!

The sound was obscene, a wet, rhythmic hammering that filled the room. "OH GOD!! OH FUCK!! MIKE!! AAAAAHHHHH!!"

Aveline’s scream was torn from her throat as the speed increased. Her brain felt like it was melting.

The cognitive dissonance—the shame of his insults clashing with the ecstasy of his cock—was forcibly resolved by the sheer physical overload. The cognitive dissonance was forcibly resolved by the sheer physical overload.

"Fuck... you’re so fucking tight!!" Mike roared, his own composure breaking as the friction of her anal walls drove him to near madness. "Feel me! Feel how much I’m taking from you!!"

Splut... slurp... squelch!

Aveline’s vision began to fragment into sparks of white light. Every time his cock bottomed out in her ass, it felt like a lightning strike to her nervous system.

She couldn’t remember her son’s name, she couldn’t remember her husband’s face, but she could only remember the feeling of Mike’s cock stretching her open, the heat of his sweat dripping onto her back, and the terrifying, beautiful promise of being filled by him.

"I can’t... I can’t think!! HNNNNGH!! AH! AH! AH!!" she wailed, her hips bucking in involuntary spasms. "It’s too much!! Too fast!!"

"MIKE!! PLEASE!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Her fingers dug into the pillowcase, shredding the fabric as she fought to stay conscious through the onslaught. The pleasure was becoming painful, a beautiful agony that made her want to both crawl away and beg for more.

She felt like she was being dismantled piece by piece, her very soul being overwritten by the rhythm of his hips.

"Don’t think!" Mike commanded, his voice a guttural snarl as he accelerated even further, his thrusts becoming almost inhuman in their speed. "Just feel! Just take it like the slut you are!!"

"YES!! I’M TAKING IT!! I’M TAKING EVERYTHING!!"

"OH GOD!! OH FUCK!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Aveline’s scream broke into a high-pitched scream as she felt herself teetering on the edge of a catastrophic climax.

Her entire body was rigid, her muscles coiled tight like a spring, waiting for the final, devastating impact that would send her spiraling into oblivion.

Mike reached forward with one hand, his fingers locking like claws around Aveline’s jaw. With a brutal yank, he forced her head up from the pillow, tearing her face away from the fabric.

"No more hiding, Aveline," he growled, his eyes blazing with a sadistic hunger. "I want to hear every fucking sound you make."

"I want the whole world to know what you’re doing in here."

Before she could even gasp for air, Mike shoved a thick finger into her mouth.

He didn’t just touch her tongue; he hooked it, pushing deep into her throat and then pulling her lips back hard, stretching her mouth wide.

The intrusion forced her mouth into an obscene, gaping shape, making her look completely undone.

"S-stop... mmmph." Her protest was cut off as she was forced to swallow around his digit, her eyes watering from the involuntary gag reflex.

But the physical degradation only served to fuel the fire in her ass. As Mike continued to hammer into her rear with bone-jarring force, the combination of being gagged and impaled sent her into a state of pure, vocal mania.

THWACK SQUELCH! THWACK SQUELCH!

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!! OH GOD!! MIKE!! HNNNNGH AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Without the pillow to muffle her, her screams tore through the room like a physical force.

They were raw, unfiltered, and terrifyingly loud high-pitched shrieks of ecstasy mixed with desperate pleas. The sound echoed off the walls, carrying through the door and down the hallway.

Somewhere outside, the muffled footsteps of staff passing by stopped momentarily as the unmistakable sound of a woman being ravished reverberated through the building.

Mike saw her reaction—the way her eyes rolled back, the way her throat convulsed—and he decided to escalate the humiliation.

He withdrew his finger only to immediately shove two fingers into her mouth, spreading them wide to pry her jaws apart as far as they would go. He wanted to see her face.

He wanted to witness her transformation.

"Look at you," Mike sneered, leaning over her so his sweat-slicked chest pressed against her back while his hips continued their relentless, wet pounding. "Look at that face."

Through the gap between his fingers, Aveline could only stare up at him with dilated pupils and tear-streaked cheeks.

With her mouth stretched wide, her tongue lolling helplessly, and her eyes glazed with mindless lust, she didn’t look like the dignified mother she pretended to be.

She looked like something else entirely, a creature of pure need, a whore who existed only to be filled and broken. The sight of herself, the reality of what she had become under his command, was the final trigger.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SPLUT!

"You’re not a mother right now, are you?" Mike taunted, his voice dripping with venomous satisfaction as he increased the tempo to a frenzied pace. "You’re just a fucking hole!"

"A filthy, screaming hole for me to use however I want!"

"AAAAHHHHH!! YES!! YES!! I’M NOTHING!!"

"JUST YOURS!! OH GOD!! MIKE!! FUCK ME HARDER!!"

"MAKE ME SCREAM LOUDER!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Aveline’s voice broke as she screamed at the top of her lungs, her cries becoming a continuous, melodic wail of surrender.

The humiliation was her drug; the more he degraded her appearance, the more her body convulsed around his cock.

Every thrust was now accompanied by a wet, slapping sound that seemed to thunder through the room.

SQUELCH THWACK! SQUELCH THWACK!

Her ass was raw, red, and glistening with sweat and lubricant, stretching impossibly wide with every devastating lunge. She was trapped between the agony of the stretch and the overwhelming pleasure of being claimed, her entire existence reduced to the rhythmic violence of Mike’s cock destroying her insides.

Mike decided that her screams weren’t enough; he wanted to see her unravel completely, to push her past the point of sanity. His left arm coiled around her throat like a python, his massive, corded bicep pressing hard against her windpipe.

Simultaneously, his right hand shot up to her face, his palm smacking against her temple before sliding down to grip her jaw with crushing force, forcing her head to tilt at an unnatural angle.

"I want to see you lose it, Aveline," Mike growled against her ear, his voice vibrating through her skull. "I want to see you forget your own fucking name."

Then, he tightened the grip.

The pressure on her throat was immediate and terrifying. Her airway constricted, and suddenly her screams weren’t just loud; they were desperate, strangled gasps that sounded like a wounded animal.

The lack of oxygen sent her brain into a state of hyperarousal, a dizzying cocktail of panic and overwhelming sexual overload. The blood rushed to her head, making every thrust Mike delivered feel like a supernova exploding inside her pelvis.

THWACK! SQUELCH! THWACK! SQUELCH!

"Nnngh ah! HHH AAAAAAH!!" Aveline’s voice broke into incoherent fragments.

Her mind fractured. Without air, the walls between her conscious self and her primal instincts collapsed entirely. She began to babble, speaking nonsense, a stream of consciousness that was pure, unfiltered degradation.

"I’m... I’m... fuck... yes... please... fill me... kill me... more... oh god, Mike... more... I’m your... I’m nothing... just a hole... fuck me... fuck me until I die!!"

Her words were wet, broken gasps punctuated by the rhythmic hammering of Mike’s hips. She was talking bullshit, her brain short-circuiting from the dual assault of oxygen deprivation and the relentless stretching of her asshole.

She felt like she was floating above her own body, watching herself be torn apart by this monster.

"That’s it! Let it out! Lose your fucking mind!" Mike roared, enjoying the way her body convulsed in his grip.