Master of Lust

Victoria panted, her chest heaving. She did exactly what she was told. She laid back on the cold, sterile tile floor right in the middle of the room, just a few feet away from her dying father’s bed.

Rick stepped between her spread legs. He dropped to his knees. He grabbed both of her ankles and pushed her legs all the way back until her knees were pressed right next to her ears. Her dripping pussy was spread wide open, perfectly angled for him.

"Look at me," Rick said.

Victoria looked up at him.

Rick thrust his hips forward, burying his thick cock all the way to the hilt in one brutal motion.

"Ahhhhh!" Victoria screamed, her hands slapping the cold tile floor. "Fuck! It’s so big!"

Rick started pounding her in the missionary position. His thrusts were long and powerful. With her legs pinned back, he was hitting her deepest spots over and over again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Flesh slapped violently against flesh. The sound was deafening.

Rick reached down with his right hand and wrapped his fingers loosely around her throat. He didn’t choke her hard enough to hurt her, just enough to show total dominance. He used his left hand to grab her left breast, squeezing the heavy globe of flesh while he fucked her.

"You love this, don’t you?" Rick taunted her, thrusting rapidly. "You love getting pounded on the floor like a cheap whore."

"Yes!" Victoria sobbed, totally lost in the intense pleasure. "Fuck me! Stretch my pussy out!"

"I’m fucking you right next to your dying dad," Rick whispered crudely. "I bet he’d love to see his tough little crime boss getting used like this."

Victoria’s eyes rolled back. The dirty talk pushed her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down hard on his shaft.

"Don’t stop!" she begged, completely shameless. "Pound my tight hole! Destroy it!"

Rick kept fucking her on the floor for several minutes. Her back was slick with sweat against the tiles. The wet, squelching sounds of their bodies grinding together filled the room.

Rick pulled his cock out with another loud pop. Victoria whined at the loss of friction.

"Get up," Rick ordered. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet.

He dragged her back over to the metal supply table.

"Bend over," he said.

Victoria bent over the table, planting her hands flat on the sterile surface. She spread her thick thighs wide, sticking her perfectly round ass out for him.

Rick stepped up behind her. He grabbed her wide hips tightly.

He lined the head of his hard cock up with her wet hole again. Without any warning, he thrust his hips forward and slammed all the way inside her from behind.

Victoria let out another loud, piercing scream. "Fuuuck! So deep!"

Rick began pounding her relentlessly in doggy style. There was no gentle rhythm. He was fucking her with pure, raw aggression.

"Take it all," Rick growled.

He slapped her ass cheek hard. A bright red handprint instantly appeared on her pale skin.

"Ah!" Victoria yelped, then pushed her ass back against his thighs, taking every inch of him. "Pound me harder! Faster!"

The metal supply table rattled and squeaked under their combined weight. Rick reached around her waist and grabbed her heavy breasts again. He squeezed them tightly, pulling on her hard nipples while he fucked her from behind.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Rick thrust faster and harder. Victoria’s vaginal walls squeezed his cock tightly with every powerful stroke. She was completely broken, moaning and cursing like a sailor.

"Who’s the boss now?" Rick taunted her, slapping her other ass cheek.

"You are! You are the boss!" Victoria cried out shamelessly. "Just keep fucking me! I’m close!"

Rick felt the pressure building rapidly in his balls. The friction was incredible. Victoria’s pussy was like a tight, wet glove milking him with every thrust.

"I’m going to cum," Rick grunted, his pace becoming erratic and violent.

"Fill me up!" Victoria begged, throwing her head back. "Shoot it deep inside my womb! I want your cum!"

Rick gave three final, brutal thrusts. He buried his cock as deep as it would go inside her tight hole. He clenched his jaw, his entire body tensing up as he unloaded.

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep inside Victoria’s pussy.

Victoria screamed in pure ecstasy. Her legs shook violently. Her vaginal muscles spasmed and clamped down on Rick’s cock, milking every last drop out of him. She orgasmed incredibly hard, her body going completely limp against the metal table. She panted heavily, totally satisfied.

Rick stood there for a few seconds, catching his breath. He pulled his cock out with a loud, wet squelch.

A thick mixture of his cum and her juices immediately leaked out of her stretched hole, dripping down her inner thighs and splattering onto the pristine tile floor.

Victoria stayed bent over the table, shivering and drooling slightly.

Rick wiped his cock on a sterile surgical towel resting nearby. He pulled his pants up and buckled his belt. He adjusted his shirt, looking completely unfazed.

He walked over to the side of Silas Warner’s bed. The old man was still unconscious, completely oblivious to the vulgar display that had just happened three feet away from him.

"Get dressed," Rick said coldly, looking at the heart monitor. "And wipe that cum off your legs. You look like a mess."

Victoria slowly stood up. She grabbed her leather pants and pulled them up, her hands still shaking from the intense orgasm. She picked up her torn leather top and covered her massive breasts.

She glared at him, but her eyes were soft and submissive. "You really are a monster."

"I told you," Rick smirked. "I always get my reward."

Rick tapped his fingers against the metal bed rail.

"By the way," Rick said casually, turning to look at her. "I know exactly what poisoned your father. It’s a synthetic neuro-toxin called Ghost Viper. And more importantly... I know how to cure it."

Victoria froze. Her eyes went wide with shock. "What? How do you know that? Rachel hasn’t even run the blood tests yet!"

"I have my ways," Rick smiled mysteriously. "But the cure isn’t free. You and I are going to make a new deal."

Before Victoria could answer, the heavy soundproof doors of the medical room violently burst open.

The two armed guards outside were thrown into the room. They crashed onto the floor, groaning in pain, their weapons clattering away.

A tall figure stepped through the doorway.

He was covered in soot, dirt, dried blood, and heavy grease. His expensive tailored suit was torn to absolute shreds. One of his eyes was swollen completely shut, and he held a heavy, silenced pistol in his right hand. He looked like his VTOL jet had crashed into a mountain and he had to crawl his way back to civilization.

It was Marnus Warner.

He had survived the Tower of Babel.

Marnus stepped into the sterile room. He looked at the medical bed, then at Victoria, and finally, his gaze locked onto Rick. Pure, unadulterated hatred burned in his one good eye.

Marnus raised the pistol and pointed it directly at Rick’s head.

"You," Marnus hissed, his voice raw and raspy from smoke inhalation.

Rick didn’t flinch. He just shoved his hands into his pockets and flashed a bright, arrogant smirk.

"Well, well, well," Rick chuckled. "Look what the cat dragged in. Hello, grandson."