Master of Lust

Chapter - 189

Rick sat before her, on her chest, his own expression a mix of fantasy and desires, pretty confident and sure of what would come next.

As Megan lay beneath him, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths, she felt a sense of foreboding settle over her like a suffocating blanket. She knew that Rick's intentions were far from noble, his desires veering towards something dark and ruthless that she dared not imagine.

With her legs spread wide and her body exposed, Megan was acutely aware of her vulnerability, her gaze locked with Rick's in a silent battle of wills. Anger and defiance burned in her eyes, but beneath the bravado, a seed of fear took root, gnawing at her insides with every passing moment.

Breaking the tense silence, Rick's voice cut through the air like a knife, his words dripping with confusion and self-doubt. "What are you staring at, baby?" he demanded, his tone laced with insecurity. "Am I not enough to satisfy your greedy desires?"

"I will make you pay for this, you filthy bastard!" Megan's voice rang out, strained and gurgling with fury.

Rick's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling counterpoint to Megan's rage. "Hold your horses, Miss Megan. Right now, it's your turn to worry about yourself," he taunted, his eyes glinting with malice.

Megan's gaze bore into Rick's with a mixture of defiance and desperation, her lips moving in silent curses. Rick, unfazed by her threats, seized her by the long, thick strands of her hair, dragging her forcefully towards the window. Panic flickered in Megan's eyes as she struggled against his grip, her mind racing with fear and confusion.

With a cruel twist, Rick spun her around, exposing her to the world outside. Through the window, Megan caught glimpses of life unfolding on the college campus below – students laughing and chatting, couples stealing kisses in secluded corners, and groups of friends gossiping under the shade of trees.

For a fleeting moment, a spark of hope ignited within Megan's heart, the sight of normalcy a balm to her tortured soul. But Rick's grip on her hand shattered that fragile illusion, his fingers tightening around hers as he forced her to grasp the cold steel grill of the window sill.
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Megan cried out in pain as her hands went numb from the pressure, the sharp edges of the metal biting into her flesh. With each passing second, the world outside seemed to blur into insignificance, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of agony coursing through her veins.

"Leave me bastard. I don't know what the hell on this earth I have done with you! But I swear I will grind you and bake up in the microwave like a pie.", Megan said this, gritting her teeth in rage.

Rick's laughter filled the room like a sinister symphony, his amusement at Megan's defiance evident in the twisted curl of his lips. "Oh, Miss Megan, you really are something else," he taunted, his fingers tightening around her hair until her forehead pressed against his lips. With a mocking gesture, he blew a kiss against her skin, the gesture dripping with malice.

Megan seethed with silent fury, her jaw clenched so tightly it threatened to crack. Rick's touch was like fire against her skin, his nails digging into the soft flesh of her belly button with a cruel precision. She bit down on her lip, the metallic tang of blood filling her mouth as she fought to suppress the screams threatening to escape.

"Ever seen the path to hell, Miss Megan?" Rick's voice dripped with sadistic pleasure as he reveled in Megan's suffering. "Let me show you the way and open the door for you," he taunted, relishing every flicker of pain that crossed her face.

With a possessive grip, Rick seized Megan's hips, his hands like vices against her flesh as he kneaded and massaged them with an almost perverse tenderness. But any semblance of gentleness vanished as he rained down blows upon her, each slap leaving behind a fiery trail of red on her skin.

Megan's body convulsed with each punishing blow, her hips throbbing with the force of Rick's assault. But even as she trembled with pain, she refused to yield, her defiance a testament to the fierce spirit that burned within her.

With a cruel shove, Rick forced Megan against the window, the rusted steel rods digging into her chest like daggers. Despite the searing agony that coursed through her veins, Megan's pride refused to allow her to beg for mercy. She would sooner face death than submit to the twisted whims of her tormentor.

Rick contacted his naked front body with her back, a fire ran along his body giving shivers to his spine, enhancing his desires for her even more. Rick then separated himself a little from her naked back, and Rick spread Megan's asscheeks with his fingers, teasingly preparing to enter her most intimate space, her asshole.

As he slowly began to penetrate her, Megan's screams filled the air, but to Rick, they were music to his ears, fueling his desire even further.

But oh, the struggle was real as Rick's dick met resistance, her tightness making it a challenge to penetrate. It was like trying to break through a fortress, each inch a conquest that only made the victory sweeter.

And when he finally breached her, it was like breaking through the gates of heaven. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body

With each attempt to push deeper, he reveled in the resistance, relishing the sensation of her tightness gripping him like a vice. But for Megan, each intrusion was a torment, a relentless assault on her senses that left her gasping for breath.

As Rick buried himself fully within her, a triumphant grin spread across his face, his pleasure at her suffering evident in the wild gleam of his eyes. With each powerful thrust, he claimed her as his own, dominating her in a way that left her powerless to resist.

Rick joyously started fucking her ass. It was wild, deeper, uninterrupted and rigid. Megan was in that state of torture, where she could not play her evilness and take dominance of her witchy character. This time Rick laid the throne of games.

Rick continuously slammed his hard penis inside her ass, moving it to and fro, inside and out, rotating inside it, moaning in pleasure. But Megan stood grasping the window grill tightly, bending herself to maintain adequate balance and support, with no smirk or expression at her face. She stood like an alive body without soul.

Rick, now, after shrugging off his penis from her heavenly ass; held her hairs and dragged her back to the table once again. Megan was yelling but with low intensity, as her energy was already drained out after getting such a ruthless torture.

Rick slammed her lean and drained out body mercilessly, on the table letting her lay in the supine position. Rick stood with his erected penis, cupped in his hand. He took Megan's hand and forcefully placed it on his penis, directing her move it in up and down position.

With a surge of unexpected strength, Megan squeezed Rick's member tightly within her grasp, sending waves of searing pain shooting through his body. With a growl of frustration, Rick retaliated, his hand connecting with a sharp slap against Megan's cheek, leaving behind a fiery imprint of his fingers.

Megan's gaze burned with fury as she met Rick's eyes, her defiance unyielding even in the face of his brutality.

Undeterred by Megan's resistance, Rick positioned himself with a calculated grace, one leg resting casually on the table while the other grounded him firmly to the floor. With a sense of self-assuredness bordering on arrogance, he plunged his hardened shaft into Megan's pussy, tilting her slightly to accommodate his intrusion.

As Rick thrust himself deeper into her, a smirk of satisfaction played across his lips, his movements smooth and practiced. With each powerful thrust, he explored the depths of Megan's pussy, his ego swelling.

Rick banged his penis inside her, deeper and deeper, to explore her pussy entirely from within. He continued to slam her pussy in that position until he got bored of it. Megan was yelling and barking like a tortured and tamed pig.

Her fists clenched the skin of his shoulders, the flesh crumpling under her grip as if seeking solace from the storm brewing inside her. The air around them crackled with tension, each second ticking by like the slow drip of a leaking faucet, building up pressure with each passing moment.

Now, Rick took off his penis from her pussy and holding her legs with both his hands, pulled her on the ground, letting Megan to fall, ending up in hurting her mercilessly. Megan yelled in pain, holding her head, seamlessly, indicating she got her head hurt.

But Rick didn't gave a shit about it, he only worried about the notification from the system, about the completion of the task and transfer of the winning amount to him.

Rick was enjoying it. It was an overall experience of thrill, joy and adventure for him to fuck his teacher. Now, Megan was lying on the ground, she was gazing at him with her eyes partly closed. Rick was standing, widening his legs to accommodate Megan in between them.

Rick jumped on her already injured body, wounding it more. And again inserted his dick inside her pussy, fucking it wildly and forcibly. He even pressed her boobs, bated her lips and tongue protruding it out with his fingers after squeezing her cheeks unwillingly.

Rick continued to fuck her. Megan was lying almost dead, her energy vanished somewhere in the midst of the heavily hung air. Her groaning breathes could be heard all along the Dean's chamber. The spamming and banging sound of Rick's dick producing friction at every touch with her pussy, echoed the entire chamber, giving it a melodious effect to the silent atmosphere.

And the sound of the lubricating fluid , added to the rhythm of the melody.

Rick slammed his penis deeper and deeper, into her pussy, with Megan moving up and down, her erected boobs swirling along the motion, due to the intense force Rick was generating while fucking her pussy.

"I'm about to cum darling. I must say, you are one of the best women I have fucked till date. Your gestures provides an intense urgent of fantasy. Uff, what a day it was.", Rick said, resting his head on Megan's chest.

As Rick emptied himself inside Megan, a surge of warmth and power surged through him, like a violent current coursing through his veins. But this was no ordinary sensation; it was something primal, something otherworldly, something that sent shivers down his spine even as it filled him with an intoxicating energy.

As the last drops of his essence spilled into her, Rick felt a strange connection forming between them, a tether of raw energy that bound them together in ways he couldn't comprehend. It was as if Megan's very essence was merging with his own, intertwining their souls in a dance of passion and power.

But with this newfound connection came a price, and Rick felt a searing pain rip through his body as the energy flowed from Megan's vagina, through his member, and into his very core. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and agony that threatened to overwhelm his senses.

Yet even as he writhed in pain, Rick couldn't deny the thrill of it all, the heady rush of power coursing through him like a wildfire. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and raw energy.

As Rick's gaze met Megan's, he saw a storm raging behind those partly closed eyes. There was exhaustion etched into her features, a weariness that spoke of battles fought and lost. But beneath the fatigue, there was something else – a simmering rage, a burning desire for revenge that threatened to consume her from the inside out.

Megan's eyes held a thousand unspoken questions, each one a dagger aimed straight at Rick's heart. She was dying inside, suffocating under the weight of her own despair and the crushing burden of betrayal. But with each passing moment, her desire for revenge only grew stronger, a fire that burned brighter with every beat of her heart.

Rick knew the consequences of his actions, the risks he was taking by trusting in the system.

Rick stood up, laughing weirdly, thinking of the great victory over an aggressive and rebellious women. Megan was still lying on the floor lifelessly. She was left with no energy to lift up and stand on her own feet. Rick grabbed his penis and shrugged off the remaining fluid from it, gazing at Megan, who was unconscious by then.

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