*Thud
Oliver spanked her one more time creating ocean waves like ripples on her ass, it was absolute perfection to see her beautiful ass getting red with his handprint.
Since he was riding her while standing, his hands had more freedom to act on it's own without really showing any restraints.
"Don't hit-" She tried to open her mouth but, Garnt didn't slow done even a little bit seeing her face getting droppy with his rough treatments.
"Huh? Didn't you enjoy doing this to other people? So why are you now acting like a pure maiden, talk about a hypocrite," Oliver muttered loudely.
Oliver would have stopped what he was doing with any other woman, but right now he just wanted to show Morgana what he was capable of, so he didn't just want to be seen as a weak male.
"Come on! Come on now! Shake your dirty hips more and take my cock deep into your body, dirty slut," Oliver muttered and spanked her one more time, but this time she had a mind blowing orgasm, as she shouted and moaned like a dying pig.
*Thud
He spanked her right asscheek printing his hand on her butt, she was releasing a lot of love juices feeling orgasms from time to time.
"I can't~ I'm going to die, please kill me with this pleasure, I want to die from pleasure," She was mumbling like a crazy woman forgetting about her own position and the shame. Oliver was a little annoyed with her weird behaviour so he bent a little and forcefully entered his tongue into her mouth.
It was highly risky because of one mistake and she would have bitten off his tongue but, Oliver wanted to dominate her from top to bottom because of her previous behaviour.
Also time to time, he gave a side eye at Morgana only to see her chugging the beer with an aroused look on her face, and he knew things are moving rather fast for him to achieve his goal of getting a resonance.
Oliver's semen was rising up out of his balls and entered the girl's womb while he was forcefully kissing her. He didn't even have time to warn her about it as he was lost in the feeling of her super soft body.
Serena was clamping down on his cock with a tight grip absorbing every single drop of semen he released inside her womb, and then only both of them came to realization of what has happened.
"I'm going to ejaculate inside of your pussy a lot until you're full. Every time you look at your own pussy, you will remember how a weak man domianted you and made you a bitch." Hearing his words, she hugged Oliver as he continued to pound his hips into her even after one round as he didn't slow down even for a little bit.
By now the ability Serena had to communicate was nowhere to be seen, as she kept moaning like an animal from all the thrusts. Her hair was dishevelled and there were bite marks all over her body showing how rough they were going at it.
"Uggh~ Ughh~ enough, can't breathe, I'm dying," She was exhausted after her constant orgasms because they had been doing it for a few hours and Oliver knew it was the time to end it.
Without any sense of dignity or decency, Oliver suddenly released the woman from his grasp and she fell on the floor with a huge thud.
"Serena, you were great. You were the best slut I had, nothing like a real woman, but you're certainly a good slut," Oliver kept insulting her without showing any shred of mercy. No matter how great her body was, he couldn't bring his mind to like her, so he always viewed her an inferior.
After insulting her and destroying her public figure, Oliver looked at the other women around him and pulled his hair back showing he had no shame or hesitation. He went and quickly grabbed Serena's clothes and wore them, since they were unisex clothes.
"Morgana, can I go now? I'm done here, and do me a favour and force her to drink some birth control." Breaking shock of the people around him, Oliver muttered and decided to leave but Morgana shot up from her majestic chair and quickly decided to have a quick taste of Oliver.
"It was a great show," She muttered while her hands kept travelling across his broad chest. "Why don't you make your decision and join me already? I will treat you like you should be,"
"I will think about, but for now," Oliver paused for a minute and looked at Isaac. "I will take him back,"
Oliver turned away from Morgana, gently pushing her hands aside as he stepped back, his expression resolute. The room was filled with a palpable tension as he made his decision clear.
With Isaac securely in his arms, Oliver turned his back to the room, leaving Morgana and the others flabbergasted in his wake. The door swung open, and he walked out, determined to get as far away from this unsettling situation as possible.
The shocked gasps and murmurs of the onlookers followed him down the corridor, but he paid them no heed. His priority was to ensure leaving this place as soon as possible and going back to his cell.
The next day, Isaac woke up feeling his head pounding with a relentless ache. As the morning light seeped through the curtains, reality washed over him like a tidal wave. He couldn't escape the memories of what had happened the day before, and his eyes welled up with tears that trickled down his cheeks.
"I was... I was violated again," He muttered his hands shaking from the fear and sadness.
His wife's figure came to his mind, and felt endless amount of guilt just by thinking how much of a mess he is.
Isaac's room seemed to echo with the silence of his suffering, the world outside oblivious to his pain until he saw Oliver's clothes looking rather destroyed.
He had a dangerous premonition and suddenly the silent girl next to him started to talk, causing Issac to jerk his body from the surprise.
"He went out and rescued you," She said and pointed at his clothes. "I don't know what happened but looks like he had a hard time,"
Issac felt guilty about everything happened. He wanted to prostate himself and ask for forgiveness from Oliver, but he knew no matter how he try things cannot be changed.
"At least, I will make sure he won't feel cold," He thought and decided to cover his body with a dirty blanket, but as soon as he put it on Oliver's body, Oliver shot up from his sleeping position with a battle stance, showing that his reflexes were working.
The woman next to them, who saw this had a faint smile on her face.
'That's some serious skills'
She muttered to himself, but then went back to her normal sleeping position, so she won't get involved in their problem.
Oliver's eyes locked onto the woman who had just spoken, a mix of irritation and curiosity in his gaze. He couldn't deny that her comment had taken him by surprise.
His initial instinct was to accuse her of being a snitch, as he had his worries about her informing the guards of his actions. He leaned closer to her, his voice low and accusatory, "You talk too much. Did you really rat me out or did Serena just lied to me?"
The woman met Oliver's gaze with a calm and collected demeanor. Before she could respond, the sudden chiming of the bell echoed through the room, signaling the start of the working hours. She smirked at him, her expression unapologetic. "Well, I guess you'll never know," she replied cryptically, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.
With that, she gracefully rose from her sleeping position, pushing herself off the cold, stone floor. She cast a sly glance toward Garnt, who was still wrapped in the dirty blanket, and gave him a small grin before making her way toward the exit of the cell.
Isaac observed this exchange, his curiosity piqued by the unspoken tension between Oliver and the woman. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened between them and what role she might have played in Oliver's plan to rescue him.
As the woman left the cell, Isaac decided it was best not to pry further into their business for the time being. He had his own concerns and responsibilities to attend to. He stood up, leaving the blanket behind for Oliver, and headed toward the exit as well, making his way to the breakfast area.
"Oliver, let's go. We should prbably eat something and get back our strength, we don't have time to worry about things," He was trying to take care of Oliver, thinking he was traumatized, but in reality, it was none other than Isaac who was on the verge of doing something to his life that he might regret.