Chapter 1239. Trying To Run Away? She Gets The Zippy-Zap!**

Chapter 1239: 1239. Trying To Run Away? She Gets The Zippy-Zap!**

The rhythm of the assault was relentless, each thrust of Rex’s massive cock feeling like it was rearranging Valentina’s internal organs.

The sheer volume of him, the heat, the impossible girth, and the way he hammered against her womb were overwhelming her consciousness.

’He’s filling me up...’ Valentina’s thoughts were fractured, swimming in a sea of white-hot sensation. ’It’s not just pleasure... it’s dangerous.’

’It’s like he’s replacing my very essence with himself.’

’I have to stop this... I have to beg for mercy, for anything else...’

’I have to get away before there’s nothing left of me!’

In a desperate, panicked burst of adrenaline, Valentina tried to break free. Her hands scraped against the sweat slicked sheets as she twisted her hips, attempting to crawl toward the edge of the bed, away from the monstrous heat behind her.

Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.

But Rex was faster.

Before she could even make it three inches, a massive, calloused hand shot forward, seizing her by the throat. With terrifying strength, he pulled her backward, dragging her body against his.

He wrapped both hands around her neck in a vice grip, cutting off her air as he slammed his pelvis forward with enough force to make her bones creak.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GACK AAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Her scream was cut short as his fingers squeezed, forcing her mouth open in a silent gasp for air.

He pressed his entire front body against her back, pinning her down like a predator claiming its kill while his cock continued to ravage her from behind, each thrust now punctuated by the terrifying pressure on her windpipe.

"Where do you think you’re going, slave?" Rex growled into her ear, his voice vibrating through her skull. "You don’t run from your Great Master!"

"You don’t turn your back on your owner unless you’re begging for punishment!"

To emphasize his point, the blue mana began to crackle between his palms. "Since you want to be difficult, let’s see how you handle a little shock to the system."

The electricity surged from his hands directly into the sensitive flesh of her neck. The voltage danced across her carotid artery and skin, sending jagged bolts of lightning straight into her brain.

Valentina’s body went rigid as a board; her back arched so violently that her spine sounded like it was splintering under the strain.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth flooded with saliva as she began to spit uncontrollably, foam and drool dripping from her lips as she convulsed involuntarily.

"Nnnngh Haaah Gaaaaah—mmmnnngh!" The sounds she made were inhuman, a wet, choking mixture of gurgling saliva, desperate moans, and strangled cries as he fucked her while simultaneously electrocuting her throat.

Rex let out a guttural roar of pure, unbridled lust, feeling the way her throat muscles spasmed against his grip. "Ahh, fuck!"

"Your body is fucking perfect for this!" he shouted, his thrusts becoming faster, more feral, more destructive.

The wet, slapping sounds of their coupling filled the room like gunfire. "How the fuck did those Starlight genes produce something this fucking exquisite?!"

"Every nerve ending in you was built to be tortured by me!"

’I’m dying... I’m actually dying,’ Valentina thought, though her mind was too delirious from the oxygen deprivation and the electrical torment to process the fear. ’His cock... it’s tearing me apart... his hands are killing me... but the way he’s hitting me from behind... it’s making me feel alive in the most horrible way...’

Rex didn’t care about her internal conflict. He only cared about the sensation of her body breaking beneath him.

He increased the pressure on her throat, forcing her to feel every inch of his cock as it plowed through her, each thrust sending fresh waves of lightning through her neck, leaving her trapped between the agony of suffocation and the overwhelming, violent ecstasy of his penetration.

Valentina was trapped in a sensory purgatory. The crushing grip around her throat made every breath a desperate, wheezing struggle, sending sharp stabs of pain through her windpipe, while the electrical discharge fried her nerves with each pulse.

Yet, beneath that torment, her lower body was experiencing a pleasure so profound it felt like her very DNA was being rewritten. The line between agony and ecstasy had not just blurred; it had evaporated entirely.

’I’ve never... I’ve never known this...’ Her consciousness drifted in a toxic haze. ’This overpowering... this filthy... this divine sex... it’s melting my brain.’

’I can’t tell if I’m screaming because I’m dying or because I’m coming.’

’Pain and pleasure... they’re the same thing now.’

’Everything is just... Rex.’

Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling uselessly as she spat strings of saliva and foam onto the sheets, her breathing coming in wet, pathetic gurgles.

Each time Rex slammed into her from behind, the impact reverberated up her spine, sending fresh jolts of electricity through her neck that made her vision strobe between black and blinding white.

Rex looked down at her wrecked state, the drool, the swollen throat, and the way her body jerked like a marionette, and he threw his head back with a roar of cruel amusement. "Hahaha! Look at you, Valentina!"

"You look like a fucking drowned rat!" His laughter was thunderous, vibrating through her trapped chest. "But you’re a pretty one, aren’t you?"

"Even when you’re choking on your own spit and begging for air, you’re still trying to take all of me."

He leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe while his hips maintained a brutal, bone-jarring rhythm. "But let me warn you, little slave."

"If you try to crawl away again, if you even think about resisting your Master the punishment won’t just be a few sparks."

"I’ll break something... I’ll snap your ribs like dry kindling just to hear the sound they make when you scream."

Valentina could only offer a weak, gurgling moan in response, her fingers twitching uselessly against the mattress.

Rex’s hips bucked harder, his cock grinding against her cervix with enough force to make her vision swim.

"I can feel it, Valentina," he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous, guttural register. "My balls are heavy."

"They’re producing enough fucking cum to drown you."

"I’m right on the edge, ready to flood that pathetic womb of yours with everything I have."

He suddenly slowed down, pulling almost entirely out before slamming back in halfway, deliberately withholding the full depth she craved. "But you don’t deserve it."

"Not after trying to run." He gripped her hair, yanking her head back to force her to meet his burning gaze. "Since you decided to be a disobedient bitch, you won’t get the gift of my seed!"

"No climax for you! No warm release."

"Nnnnngh hhaaa—" Valentina’s eyes pleaded, the terror of being denied that final release striking deeper than any physical blow.

"However," Rex smirked, his muscles tensing like coiled springs as he prepared to accelerate again. "You can try to make up for your mistake."

"If you want me to cum, you’ll have to earn it."

"You’ll have to use that filthy, tight little pussy to squeeze it out of me!"

"Squeeze me like your life depends on it, slave! Work for it!"

"Squeeze every fucking drop out of me with those twitching walls, or I’ll leave you empty and aching forever!"

"PLEASE! REX! PLEASE!" she finally managed to wheeze out, the words breaking through the saliva. "I’ll do it! I’ll squeeze! I’ll be good!"

"Just please... don’t deny me!"

"Ahhhnnn! Squeeze... I’ll squeeze you!"

"Haaaaahhh! Fuck, yes! Fuck me harder!"

"That’s my girl," Rex hissed, launching into a frenzy of movement. "Then fucking work for it!"

The room exploded into chaos with the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh, the crackle of uncontrolled mana, Valentina’s hysterical, broken screams, and the relentless, primal sounds of a man who had completely claimed the soul of the woman beneath him.