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Chapter 72: Chapter 72 - Helena in Ropes

Viktor sat back, looking at her. She was still trembling, still sniffling, her face red and puffy from crying.

And she was still tied in that elaborate bondage pattern—chest ropes cutting between her breasts, making them bulge obscenely.

His cock, which had softened during the emotional moment, gave an interested twitch.

’Are you fucking kidding me right now?’ he thought to himself.

But apparently, his body didn’t care about timing.

The sight of Helena—vulnerable, marked, bound—combined with the lingering image of Kaida’s tight body was doing things to him.

He coughed, looking away. ”Ahem.”

Helena tilted her head, noticing the shift in his demeanor. ”Young master?”

”I, uh...” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. ”I think I got aroused by that woman.”

The words hung in the air.

Helena’s eyes widened. She looked down at his cock—which was now definitely hardening—then back up at his face.

Her cheeks, already flushed from crying, turned an even deeper shade of red.

”Oh,” she breathed.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Helena bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

Despite the fear still lingering in her eyes, despite the tears drying on her cheeks, something else flickered across her face.

Devotion. Submission. That same eager willingness she always showed him.

”How can I help you... young master?” she whispered, her voice trembling but sincere.

Viktor stared at her, torn between laughing at the absurdity and being genuinely moved by her dedication.

This woman had just been traumatized, and here she was, still thinking about his needs.

’What the hell is wrong with me?’ he thought. ’And what the hell is wrong with her for enabling me?’

But even as he thought it, his cock continued to swell, and Helena’s eyes tracked the movement hungrily.

Viktor’s jaw clenched as he looked down at Helena, still bound in those intricate ropes that cut between her breasts and wrapped around her trembling body.

The fear in her eyes hadn’t completely faded, but beneath it, he saw something else—trust, devotion, and that familiar eagerness that always undid him.

He reached down, his hands sliding under her armpits, fingers grazing the sides of her bound breasts where sweat had pooled in the rope grooves. He slowly began to lift.

Helena’s eyes went wide as her feet left the ground. ”Y-young master—!”

Viktor’s muscles tensed, his slightly chubby frame hiding more strength than it appeared. He held her up, her bound body suspended in the air, legs forced into a frog-tie position that spread her pussy lips apart, exposing the pink wetness between her thighs.

The angle made her completely vulnerable, every intimate fold visible.

”I will fall!” Helena gasped, panic flashing across her face.

But Viktor’s grip on her ass cheeks was firm, fingers digging into the soft, doughy flesh until his fingerprints left white marks that slowly turned red.

He held her there, looking into those frightened eyes, and something shifted in his expression.

The fear in her gaze—it reminded him too much of what had just happened. Of Kaida’s blade at his throat. Of Helena tied and gagged, terrified.

He didn’t want fear. Not from her. Not now.

”Kiss me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

Helena froze. Her hands were tied helplessly behind her, arching her chest forward and making her nipples jut out against the ropes.

She trembled, looking at his determination, feeling the heat radiating off him and the way his cock pressed against her inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail of precum.

His hands shifted, grabbing her ample ass cheeks to hike her up higher, squeezing the doughy flesh until it spilled between his fingers like fresh dough.

She closed her eyes, surrendering. As she leaned in, Viktor met her halfway, capturing her lips. It wasn’t gentle.

He kissed her with a hunger that bordered on violence, slurping at her mouth, his tongue invading her cavern to taste her submission mixed with the salt of dried tears.

”Mmmph... nnnngh...”

Walking blindly, guided only by memory and lust, he carried her slurping form into the room he’d prepared. Each step made her bound body jostle, her pussy rubbing against his stomach, leaving a wet smear across his soft belly.

He placed her gently on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, springs creaking.

She lay there, panting, her maid uniform strained by the ropes, the fabric stretched so tight around her chest that the outline of her areolas showed through.

Viktor loomed over her, his eyes dark with something primal. His hand reached for the collar of her dress.

SCRCH

The sound of tearing fabric filled the room like paper being shredded.

”Ah! No!” Helena cried out, trying to wiggle away, her bound body flopping uselessly. ”Young master, please! This is my last dress! The others are dirty—”

”Trust me,” Viktor growled, a teasing, husband-like smirk playing on his lips as he grabbed the fabric around her stomach. ”I’ll create you a thousand new ones. Better ones. Ones that come off easier.”

RRRIIIIP!

He tore the front completely open. Her soft, chubby belly spilled out, pale and jiggling slightly as she breathed, stretch marks faintly visible like silver threads across her lower abdomen.

The ropes cut into the doughy white flesh, creating valleys and hills of soft skin that begged to be touched, her belly button deep and shadowed.

Below her belly, her pussy was exposed, the lips puffy and swollen, the inner pink flesh glistening wet, clit hood pulled back to reveal the sensitive pearl, already soaking the remnants of her torn panties that clung to one thigh.

”Look at this,” Viktor murmured, running his hand over her exposed stomach, watching it quiver and ripple under his touch like pudding. His fingers traced the rope marks, following the indentations. ”So soft. So ripe.”

He stripped naked, his own slightly chubby body pressing against hers as he climbed between her spread, frog-tied legs.

His 7.8-inch cock bobbed heavily, the thick, angry purple head leaking clear precum in thick strands that dripped onto her thigh, the veins along the shaft pulsing visibly.

He didn’t wait. He lined himself up with her wet entrance, the tip of his cock rubbing against her clit, spreading the slime around, mixing his precum with her pussy juice until both their genitals were coated in a glossy sheen.

”I’m going to make you forget her name,” Viktor whispered, his breath hot against her ear. ”I’m going to fill you with so much pleasure you’ll pass out.”

He pushed in.

It was a slow, heavy invasion. His thick girth stretched her walls, the fat cockhead pushing past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, spreading her pink inner flesh white around his shaft.

Helena’s head fell back, her mouth opening in a silent gasp as her body accommodated his size, her pussy making wet squelching sounds.

”Haaah... it’s... too big... Young master...!”

Viktor bottomed out, his pubic bone slapping against her vulva, balls pressing against her ass crack.

The ropes around her legs created an angle that made her womb tilt forward, and she felt the blunt head of his cock press directly against her cervix, kissing the entrance to her deepest place.

He held there for a second, letting her feel the fullness, watching her belly slightly bulge where his cock stretched her insides.

Before he began to move.

Slowly.

He pulled out until just the head remained, her pussy lips clinging to his shaft, stretched thin and pulling outward with his withdrawal.

Then he dragged it back in, grinding the ridges and veins of his cock against her sensitive interior, the angle making him scrape directly across her g-spot.

Pah. Pah.

”Hnnngh... Mmm... Master... I... Anhgh?!”