"Thank you, thank you!" The girl, still shaking Π΅very now and then from the brutal assault, gasped out, her voice trembling. "What's your name?" she managed to whisper.
"Jenni," she replied. "Who are you? Where are we? What--" Before she could finish, the girl cut her off, gripping Jenni's wrist with a shaky hand. "Shhh," her voice was a fragile whisper. "You're in Paradise now. I'm Emma," she forced a smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. "Don't you feel great?"
Jenni's head spun, struggling to grasp what was happening. Was this girl trapped here like she was? "What are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?" Jenni's voice rose in panic. But before she could say more, Emma crawled over, clinging to her, silencing her once again. Then, in a desperate whisper, Emma leaned in close to Jenni's ear:
"You're in a sex dungeon with some seriously twisted people. You've gotta keep them happy, you get it?" The same frantic fear from before laced Emma's words. Heavy footsteps echoed from outside the door. Emma's hug tightened, her grip like a vice. "If you don't, we all get punished, not just you!"
The door slammed open, and a towering figure strode in. His face was hidden behind a cold, metallic mask, bare-chested, with tight jeans clinging to his ripped physique. Even at a glance, Jenni could see the outline of his monstrous cock, soft but still stretching down his thigh like a weapon. Her heart pounded, mouth watering uncontrollably.
"Good morning, ladies." He began, but Jenni was already moving, crawling over to him, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. The man froze, shocked by her sudden move. She yanked out his cock, and without missing a beat, started working on it. Jenni had a secret weapon: no gag reflex. It had been beaten out of her by her step-daddy and his depraved crew. He punch-fisted three rules into her: "Do it with child-like enthusiasm, go as deep as you can, and use plenty of spit." She knew them by heart.
Jenni was no stranger to survival. She knew that in a place like this, she needed to rise to the top fast. From the way this freak unloaded on them earlier, she could tell she already had a shot. She made that psycho bust like he hadn't in ages, and now she was going all in again.
"Glaagh, glaagh, glaagh!" The slurping sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, locking eyes with him before ramming his fat cock down her throat, pushing until her nose was buried in his abs. "Aaargh," he groaned, his voice heavy with pleasure. She pressed even harder, his cock filling her throat completely, tears streaming down her face as she felt it deep in her chest.
Suddenly, his hands clamped down on her skull, slamming her face into his balls. Jenni panicked, limbs flailing as she struggled for air, but she was helpless. This wasn't going as she had planned. The throat-fucking was brutal, his cock swelling inside her, stretching her throat to its limit. The deeper he went, the harder he became, his thickness making it impossible to take it all. But the relentless pounding was driving him wild.
Without warning, he yanked out and tossed Jenni aside, leaving her gasping, coughing, and desperate for air. He grabbed her by the hair, slapping her hard across the face three times--not enough to knock her out, but enough to sting like hell. "You fucking bitch!" he snarled. "Look what you did!" He pointed at his cock, now an angry, pulsing beast.
