Chapter 13: The Whirlpool
Linh was blindfolded, her hands were tied tightly, her limp body writhed with each wave of pleasure that surged to the point of madness. Her breathing was rapid and intermittent, each lewd moan escaped from the depths of her throat, both sobbing and begging: “Deeper, please… Mmm… Fuck me hard!” Her small mouth was tightly closed around something large, hot, veiny, and her wet pussy was being filled by another cock, thrusting in with each rough rhythm. The wet sucking sounds, the “pop pop” sounds of flesh colliding in the closed space mixed with the panting, lustful breaths of those who were tormenting her. The faint smell of semen in the air further aroused Linh’s lewd instincts.
Duc Anh, with each thrust of his hips, felt Linh’s pussy contract violently, squeezing his cock as if to crush it, every muscle inside as if to crush him. He held her waist tightly, thrusting harder and deeper, causing Linh to arch her back, her round breasts trembling with each collision. Pleasure surged when he heard her lewd moans, especially when Linh absentmindedly called the names of the two men, the ones she thought were making love to her: “Trung… Tuan… harder… I want! Fuck me to death!” Duc Anh didn’t say a word, just bent down to kiss her neck, her collarbone, inhaling the enchanting scent of her body, enjoying this moment. His eyes glittering with calculation, Duc Anh looked at Troc, secretly signaling to his brother-in-law.
Below, Troc closed his eyes, feeling the softness, wetness, and heat of Linh’s lips, of her tongue skillfully wrapping around his cock. Each time Linh called Trung and Tuan’s names, it was like rubbing salt into Troc’s heart, but at the same time, it stimulated him to madness, turning jealousy into a violent, sick desire. Troc’s blood boiled, he pounded each “full” stroke into Linh’s pussy, violently and crudely, as if he wanted to tear her apart, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and hatred on his sister’s lewd body. He no longer fondled and caressed like the previous times, but only focused on the strong, intense thrusts, each stroke seemed to want to tear her apart, wanting her to feel his anger, to feel the pain and humiliation of the words she had just uttered. This feeling of jealousy, guilt, and sickness made his cock harder, much harder than usual, far beyond mere physical pleasure. He gritted his teeth to suppress his own moans, only the strong, rapid thrusting of his hips could be heard instead of words. This was also part of the reason why Linh could not recognize her brother, because this roughness was completely different from the way Troc usually fucked her.
Duc Anh realized Troc’s extreme anger through each tearing thrust of his brother-in-law, through each tightening of his teeth. He smiled sinisterly, knowing that Troc had completely fallen into this sick spiral, just like him. To increase the drama and perversion, Duc Anh cooperated with Troc. He held Linh’s head tightly, his hand threaded into her soft hair, preventing her from moving. Then he forced his cock deep into her throat, so hard that Linh could only arch her back, her body trembling, her throat making a “gurgling” sound with difficulty. The “gurgling” sound when she tried to swallow that huge thing made Linh cough, her throat felt clogged, tears flowed uncontrollably under the blindfold. The pleasure mixed with pain and humiliation made Linh even crazier, she could not clearly distinguish which feeling was controlling her.
In a mix of anger and extreme pleasure, Troc couldn’t help but slap Linh’s two round, white, shaking buttocks, creating a loud “slap slap” sound that echoed in the room. Red marks were left on her white skin, like marks of possession. In Troc now was a crazy mix of emotions: a sick pleasure from making love to his own sister, an extreme excitement from her lewd sight, and crazy jealousy when she called out the names of other men. All of them mixed together, making him even happier than the first time he fucked Linh. He wanted Linh to feel his anger, wanted her to endure this carnal punishment, and that made him reach an even more intense orgasm, making his body tremble from time to time. That emotion could not be hidden and was seen through by Duc Anh, making Duc Anh even more satisfied with the success of the plan.
Linh, in the darkness and chaos of the surging pleasure, began to realize something strange. These two cocks, one in her pussy, one buried in her mouth, felt very different from Trung and Tuan. The one in her mouth was bigger, more veined, and had a very familiar smell, a smell she had smelled a thousand times but she could not name, could not connect with her memory. The one in her pussy was the same, stronger, and had a creepy familiarity, a feeling she had experienced before but her mind could not clearly connect. Linh began to struggle slightly, her moans becoming a mixture of extreme pleasure and confusion, fear. A feeling of insecurity crept through every cell like a cold wind blowing through her soul. The confusion only lasted for a moment, then was drowned out by the intense waves of pleasure, leaving her with no mind to think.
Although there was a vague fear that arose when she realized the strangeness, the intense desire overwhelmingly overcame that fear. Despite the confusion and bewilderment in her subconscious, Linh still continued to have sex in a very lewd manner, her slutty instincts had completely risen and taken over her entire body. She bounced with each thrust, actively inviting like a real whore. Her two legs wrapped tightly around the man’s waist, her butt constantly bouncing, pressing against each in and out. Her pussy was so wet that it made erotic “slurp” and “slurp” sounds. The moans and pleas still poured out continuously, expressing extreme satisfaction despite the truth that was gradually revealed. The pleasure had completely overpowered her reason and self-defense instincts, pushing her deeper into the vortex of desire like a moth flying into a flame. She felt as if she were being pulled into a dark whirlpool of both fear and irresistible attraction, completely helpless and resigned.
Duc Anh did not say a word, his face appeared in the darkness with a sinister smile. He immediately changed positions with Troc. Duc Anh watched Linh struggling frantically to remove the blindfold but could not because her hands were tied tightly, her face was distorted, grimacing in the darkness, both longing and bewildered. From behind, Duc Anh in the doggy position reached forward, one hand tightly holding Linh’s two tied wrists, not allowing her to move. With the other hand, he forcefully and roughly adjusted Linh’s mouth to Troc’s erect, veiny cock in front, forcing her to suck deeper. Duc Anh slammed his cock hard into Linh’s pussy, the thrust was decisive to the end, causing Linh to lean forward, tightly holding Troc’s cock. The cock went deep into her throat, making Linh feel suffocated, her eyes rolled back under the blindfold, her body jerking with both pain and pleasure, a sick combination of pleasure and coercion.
“Um… Who… who is it…” Linh exclaimed, her voice broken and choked by Duc Anh’s hammer-like thrusts and Troc’s incessant thrusts, mixed with coughing. Duc Anh smiled wickedly, thrusting harder into her pussy, then whispered into her ear as if to penetrate straight into her mind: “Guess what, my bitch… Are you happy?”
Troc didn’t say a word, just thrust harder into Linh’s mouth, pushing his cock deeper into Linh’s mouth, ignoring her coughing and the hot tears running down her cheeks. Linh felt her throat was completely filled, she wanted to gag but couldn’t, she could only swallow that big, fishy thing. Waves of nausea rose up and were extinguished by the strange pressure and pleasure.
They continued to make love to Linh in the dark, turning her into a pure sexual puppet completely controlled by lust and those who were manipulating her. Duc Anh continuously changed positions, from doggy to traditional, then lifted her up. Both of them wanted to push Linh to the limit, to make her completely collapse under lust, with no way back, no more shame or humanity. The pleasure surged to its peak, making Linh moan continuously, her body tensed and then relaxed, trembling with each thrust, each collision. Her pussy continuously contracted, squeezing the two cocks, as if wanting to squeeze out every drop of their essence. She arched her chest, her head tilted back, her hands tied tightly, but the pleasure still rose, turning her into a passionate slut, ready to give everything, every breath carrying the sound of lust.
Finally, both of them emptied their semen into Linh at the same time. Duc Anh growled, shooting a stream of hot, thick semen into her womb, feeling it flow deep inside, filling every corner. Anh Troc groaned in satisfaction and then shot all his semen into her mouth and throat, each hot stream flowing into Linh’s throat, making her almost suffocate, unable to breathe. Linh coughed, feeling the strong, salty taste of semen filling her mouth, her body convulsing from time to time. Every muscle in her body trembled violently, but desire still lingered in every blood vessel, every nerve.
Troc’s cock jerked with each last beat as if pouring the remaining sperm into Linh’s mouth, at the same time Duc Anh coldly removed her blindfold. The sudden light flooded in, causing Linh to squint, blinking to adjust, at the same time trying to calm down after the wild, lewd pleasure just now. When her eyes got used to the light, she looked around the messy room, the scene that caught her eyes was crumpled bed sheets, streaks of white semen, condom wrappers scattered on the floor, a naked mess of lust. Her trembling eyes stopped at Duc Anh standing there, his clothes disheveled, his hair messy, a mysterious smile, full of satisfaction and victory clearly on his lips. Then she turned, her eyes opened wide to the extreme when she saw Troc bending over, his cock still covered in mucus, his face still showing a look of pleasure mixed with sickness and a hint of remorse.
Linh was stunned, her body stiffened as if petrified, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, a terrible nausea rose up to her throat, it seemed like she would vomit everything she had just swallowed, everything she had just experienced. The feeling just now, from the peak of extreme satisfaction, suddenly turned to extreme horror when she saw her husband and brother. She was so ashamed that she wanted to bury herself in the ground when she realized how extremely lewd she had been, and revealed that she had hidden her husband from her husband to find a man to satisfy her darkest desires. The humiliation burned her whole body, making her just want to disappear from this world, buried in the darkness. However, deep down, a bit of relief crept through the extreme panic, like a faint ray of light in the dark night. Now, Duc Anh knew everything, she no longer had to hide anything from him. Many times she thought about confessing to him about her secret meetings with Trung and Tuan but didn’t know how to start, and now everything was exposed. An invisible burden seemed to be lifted, even though the price was the complete loss of dignity. She tried to speak but could only stammer, her voice trembling to the end like a choked sob, full of despair: “Husband….Mr. Troc, why…why is it like this?!”