After having her first climax, Amanda's pussy became extremely sensitive, and with Tristan's relentless pounding, it tightened even more around his cock.
"You're getting tighter!"
He thrust into her with excitement.
There was a twisted satisfaction in fucking this woman right under Jigsaw's nose. Not only had he taken Jigsaw's wife, but now he also had Amanda, the loyal apprentice, who looked up to Jigsaw as both a father and an idol.
Such suffixes attached to them made degrading these bitches even more thrilling.
Upon hearing his compliments for her pussy, Amanda felt ashamed at her body's betrayal. However, the shame that washed over her only intensified the pleasure swirling inside her.
She couldn't resist the urge to twist her hips in response to his thrusts, as she was equally hungry for even more violent fucking.
Sensing her change, he removed the hand that had been covering her mouth and grabbed her hips, whereas his other hand came swinging down hard across her ass.
Smack!
He spanked her ass while his lower body continued ramming her pussy.
"Did you feel the pleasure? See, this is how you cure addiction—this is how you quit."
Of course, this was just him indulging in his own depraved lust. He was using Amanda for his own gratification but was describing it as helping her cure her addiction.
It was so fucked up. And yet, the result was so promising that someone might be forced to believe it.
Meanwhile, in the monitoring room, instead of feeling better since Tristan was gone, Jigsaw felt even more unsettled after hearing those obscene noises and Tristan's shouts.
Fortunately, on the monitoring screen, he could see those players starting to drop like flies, and it made him feel a little better to see others suffering more than himself.
In one of the densely packed rooms, an antidote was hidden at the far end, but the door was locked. The game was simple yet brutal: someone had to dive into a pit of syringes to find the hidden key. The sight of the countless needles made even the most hardened of them shudder—it was a nightmare for anyone with a fear of needles!
With his eyes narrowing, Xavier, the drug dealer, looked around the group. He wasn't going to take the fall. So without hesitation, he grabbed a nearby man and shoved him into the pit.
"Find it! Find it for me now! You get that key, and I'll give you half the antidote!"
"Ah!"
The unfortunate reincarnator who was thrown down screamed as his body hit the syringes. One of them pierced his eye, sending a flood of blood pouring down his face.
Unable to see clearly, he thrashed wildly, trying to shield himself, but each frantic movement only caused more needles to pierce his body.
Densely packed syringes covered his body. The excruciating pain was too much to bear, and he soon fainted. But as his body fell, one of the syringes struck the side of his head, causing heavy bleeding. Though it didn't penetrate the skull, the damage was done, and his body soon went limp, dead within moments.
…..
The sight of the densely packed syringe pit was horrifying and painful to look at, let alone jump into.
No one dared to descend into the pit to save the man, so they could only stand by and watch as he died. The game had been designed for Xavier—he was the one meant to dive in. But through cunning, he had managed to push someone else to their death. Jigsaw watched the scene unfold on his monitor and made a note to remember this miscalculation.
On the other side, Jigsaw's female apprentice Amanda had been turned around and was kissing Tristan passionately. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
This classic missionary position allowed Tristan to penetrate her fully, driving his cock deep with each thrust, grinding against her cervix, triggering an almost unbearable pleasure, making her tremble beneath him—each wave of ecstasy pulling her further into oblivion.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me harder! I'm gonna cum... ah, I'm cumming... Tristan!"
On Amanada's face, an ahegao expression appeared.
Every time Tristan thrust, she could feel him hitting her womb like a big hammer, causing extreme numbness that made her tremble uncontrollably. The relentless pleasure drove her to the edge over and over again.
She could feel the flood of her own vaginal fluids, and she had long since abandoned any thoughts of control. All she wanted was for Tristan to keep fucking her senseless, rougher, harder—like an animal in heat.
What drug addiction? That had long since faded from her mind.
With her already fragile state of mind, it didn't take long for the Ecstasy Heart Sutra to let her feel incomparable pleasure and completely change her addiction.
The only thing she craved now was Tristan, fucking her into oblivion, treating her like a bitch in heat, like a toy, a slave to his desires. She wanted him to ravage her, take her, and dominate her.
And so he did, pulling his cock out and leaving Amanda panting in the haze of her climax.
He dragged her off the table and forced her to kneel down. Then, with a grin of superiority, he slapped her face with his cock, an act filled with insult and dominance over her.
"Come on. Lick it clean."
Without hesitation, Amanda took his cock into her mouth, sucking it hungrily.
Her eyes gazed up to meet his, filled with a strange mix of devotion and submission, as though she had been reborn in this twisted moment, freed from her past of drugs.
She bobbed her head up and down, her red lips tucked around her teeth to prevent them from hitting the dick, and her small mouth tightened and loosened around the dick, like a tight chamber that gave way to a constant slurping sound.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
The musky scent of his cock filled her nose, making her head spin and the itch in her vagina stronger.
After a few more moments of enjoying her blowjob, he pushed her back down onto the table. Without warning, he lined his cock up with her soaking pussy and thrust inside her in one rough motion.
Her slippery vaginal folds tightened around him, and the wet friction between them drove Amanda wild.
"Yes... fuck me, fuck me harder... ah, fuck me to death... oh God, it feels so good."
Tristan grinned, feeling the pressure building inside him. "I'm close... gonna cum inside you, bitch. Can you feel it? I'm gonna fuck you to death!"
As the Ecstasy Heart Sutra advanced to an even higher level, his excitement reached a new height. His body surged with power, and his cock grew larger, stretching Amanda even further.
She gasped as the sudden expansion felt like it was tearing apart her insides, and at that precise moment, she burst into climax, her body quivering in pleasure.
"Kyaaaa~!"
But Tristan continued to pound into her, nearing a hundred times. Then, abruptly, Amanda's pussy tightened around him, the intense contractions exerting an almost painful pressure on his cock.
The stimulating feeling came over him like an electric current.
Unable to control himself any longer, he gripped Amanda's ass firmly, pulling her hard against him as his cock drove deep, releasing thick streams of cum into her womb.
Splurt—Splurt—Splurt
His semen shot out in waves, unhindered by any barrier. The hot spurts flooded her insides, filling her completely, even penetrating into her uterus, prepared for fertilizing her egg.
After he finished and released his grip, Amanda collapsed onto the table beneath him, her body going limp as she struggled for breath.
Another woman defeated under his crotch.
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