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In the cavern, where the darkness was not merely an absence of light but a living, breathing entity, the air hung heavy with the scent of sweat, blood, and something primal.

The cold stone floor bit into the flesh of the woman kneeling upon it, her thick thighs pressed against her calves, her body a monument to carnal excess.

Her heavy breasts swayed with each labored breath, their weight pulling them downward to rest against the soft curve of her stomach.

Her ass, round and full, rippled with every tremor that ran through her, a testament to the force being exerted upon her.

The chamber echoed with the wet, guttural sounds of gagging and gurgling as I drove myself into her mouth with a relentless, almost feral intensity.

Intermingled with these noises were the faint, pitiful whimpers of the boy bound to the side of the room.

His small, delicate frame trembled, his pink nipples pebbled against the chill of the cave, and his pathetic cock leaked a steady stream of clear fluid.

He had screamed at first, cried out in protest, but now his voice was reduced to a broken whimper, his resistance shattered.

I relished the warmth of her mouth for a moment longer before wrenching myself free and throwing her to the ground.

She collapsed onto her stomach, her face grinding into the cold stone, her ass raised high in the air.

Her glistening pussy beckoned, and I drove into her with a force that made her body jerk forward, her heavy breasts scraping against the rough floor.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the cave, a relentless drumbeat of domination.

"Look," I growled, my voice low and guttural, as I locked eyes with the boy. His tear-streaked face was a mask of fear and shame. "This is what a bitch is," I continued, punctuating each word with a savage thrust. Her body jolted with each movement, her soft flesh yielding to my brutality.

The boy’s lips trembled, his voice a fragile whisper. "Who are you?" he choked out, his small frame shaking, his pink nipples hard and beady against his pale chest. He was no man—just a pathetic, whimpering creature, leaking his weakness onto the floor.

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I grabbed a fistful of the woman’s white hair, yanking her head back with a violent jerk.

Her pussy clenched around me as I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear.

"See this face?" I hissed, slapping her cheek with enough force to leave a red welt.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her moans mingling with the sounds of her degradation.

"This is how you please a woman," I sneered, my gaze never leaving the boy’s.

"I heard you like to watch," I said, tightening my grip on her hair, using it like a leash to pull her upright.

"So watch." My hand came down hard on her ass, the impact sending ripples through her flesh.

She cried out, but it was not a sound of pain—it was one of twisted pleasure.

"Watch as I turn the woman you respect, the woman you love, into nothing more than a bitch," I snarled, delivering another slap, this one leaving an angry red mark. Her body writhed beneath me, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

"I don’t—" the boy began, his voice trembling.

"Don’t you dare deny it," I roared, my hand connecting with her ass again, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Her skin split under the force, a thin trickle of blood seeping from the wound. She screamed, but it was a scream of ecstasy, not pain.

Within minutes, her body was a canvas of violence—red welts, torn skin, and streaks of blood staining the stone beneath her. The boy’s condition worsened with each passing moment, his small cock twitching as he watched, unable to look away.

"Look," I commanded, my voice a dark whisper as I plunged into her again, her swollen walls tightening around me.

Her face was a mess of tears and blood, her lips curled into a grotesque smile.

"Look how happy she is," I said, my voice dripping with malice.

Her smile widened, revealing sharp, white teeth and fangs, her eyes glazed with a perverse joy.

"This is why you can only watch," I said, sinking my teeth into her neck. Her blood filled my mouth, hot and metallic, as I emptied myself inside her. My balls tightened, my release crashing over me in waves as I came, my cum filling her to the brim.

I pulled back, her blood staining my lips, and looked into the boy’s eyes.

"See?" I said, grabbing her chin and forcing her face toward him.

"She loves it. She’s not ashamed." I rolled her onto her back, her soft stomach yielding beneath my weight as I sat on her, my fingers digging into her breasts.

The skin tore under my nails, white blood welling up around the wounds.

She moaned, her hands clutching at my thighs, her smile never faltering.

"I can tear her apart," I said, my voice a low, guttural growl as I brutally mauled her breasts, my fingers digging into the soft flesh until she writhed beneath me.

Pain twisted her features, yet her hands clung to my thighs, her nails biting into my skin as her smile widened, grotesque and ecstatic.

Her body was a canvas of suffering and submission, and she reveled in it.

I pulled my hands free, leaving her trembling and bloodied, and stepped forward, my cock hovering over her face.

My balls brushed against her chin as I lowered myself, pressing my sack into her open mouth.

She accepted me eagerly, her tongue lapping at me like a starved animal, her eyes glazed with a perverse devotion.

"Forget my cock," I sneered, my voice dripping with contempt. "She’ll worship even this. I could shit down her throat, and she’d thank me for the privilege. "

Her mouth worked with fervor, her lips and tongue worshiping me as if I were a god.

My dick, slick with her juices, glistened above her face as I settled fully onto her, my weight pressing her into the cold stone.

Her nose was buried in my shaft, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she didn’t struggle. She welcomed it.

"You know what she told me?" I said, my gaze shifting to the boy, who trembled in the corner, his small frame shaking, his pathetic cock twitching and leaking.

His eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of horror and fascination.

"What I’m doing here is real," I continued, leaning closer to him, my voice a dark whisper.

"Here, I’m not a monster, and neither is she. She told me that herself."

I paused, letting the words sink in as I felt her gag and choke around me, her throat constricting as my balls rolled in her mouth. "She can’t heal. She doesn’t have her powers here. She feels every cut, every bruise, every tear—just like a human would. Maybe worse."

The boy’s breath hitched, his small hands clutching at the ropes that bound him. "Why?" he whimpered, his voice trembling, barely audible.

"Because this is your mind," I said, my smile cruel and knowing.

"In this realm, only the master has power. The rest are powerless—if she wills it. And look at her," I said, gesturing to the woman beneath me, her face red and straining, her eyes bloodshot and teary. "She’s suffocating, but she’ll never push me away. She’d die happy, just to please me. "

I lifted myself slightly, giving her a moment to breathe, but instead of gasping for air, she lunged forward, her tongue lapping at me with desperate hunger. "I could kill her right now," I said, my voice cold and detached, "and she’d die with a smile on her face."

I reached down, caressing her head almost tenderly as she continued to worship me. "She’s embraced what she is—a bitch, my bitch. And you," I said, turning my gaze back to the boy, "need to embrace what you are too."

His eyes widened, his body trembling as he reached down, his slender fingers wrapping around his tiny, twitching cock. "Accept it," I said, my voice a dark command. "Accept that you like to watch."

A surge of pleasure coursed through me as she rolled her tongue around me, her body swelling and turning red, the marks of my abuse darkening to a deep purple. "Only then can we leave," I said, my voice strained as I felt myself nearing the edge. "Only then can you be you."

With a final, brutal thrust, I came, ropes of cum splattering across her face and the stone floor beneath her. The boy watched, mesmerized, his body tense, his shameful cock twitching and leaking as he reached his own pathetic climax.

The woman passed out beneath me, her mouth still working feebly as the moonlight spilled into the room, casting long shadows across the scene.

The ropes around the boy loosened, and he reached up, his small hand enclosing around his cock as he leaned back, trembling and crying as he spilled onto the floor.

Then, the cave erupted. The roar of a beast echoed through the chamber, the walls trembling and cracking as the boy’s smile widened, grotesque and triumphant. Time seemed to freeze, the chaos collapsing into a single, blinding moment of white light that consumed everything.

And then, there was nothing.