Chapter 1241. Letting Her Squirt For The Rest Of The Day And Then Elizabeth Notices**

Chapter 1241: 1241. Letting Her Squirt For The Rest Of The Day And Then Elizabeth Notices**

The humiliation was absolute.

Valentina was caught in the cruelest paradox a human could experience: her mind was weeping with shame and exhaustion, begging for the involuntary pleasure to stop, while her pussy was responding to the telekinetic shockwaves like a traitorous, oversensitive animal.

The thought that she was "squirted" and "cumming" against her own will and that she couldn’t control her most private, shameful reaction made her burst into hot, messy tears.

Her head rolled from side to side, the tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, dripping onto the space between her levitating thighs where the pinkish, bloody cum was already dripping onto the rumpled bedsheets.

’I don’t want to cum... please stop making me cum!’

’It’s humiliating... I feel so filthy... I can’t control myself!’ her mind wailed, the thought punctuated by a hiccuping sob. ’Why won’t it stop?’

’My body won’t obey me; it just keeps squirting and convulsing!’

Rex saw the tears welling up in her eyes, that pathetic, sniveling display of genuine emotional distress, and he absolutely delighted in it. He loved that she was crying.

Most people would be terrified, but someone who was ashamed and crying was infinitely more entertaining to him.

To punish her for that "disrespectful" display of emotion for having the audacity to be upset by the pleasure he was forcing on her, Rex raised one hand.

The palm was hard and flat, and he began to slap her tits and her face, alternating between stinging slaps on her nipples, which were already pink and chafed, and open-handed smacks on her wet, teary cheeks.

SLAP! SPAT! SLAP!!

The slaps were crisp and cruel, leaving bright red handprints on her soft tits, sometimes catching the nipple hard enough to leave tiny beads of clear fluid and blood and stinging her face hard enough to make her head snap to the side.

He did this specifically to keep her off balance, to humiliate her further, knowing that the physical sting on her upper body would make the telekinetic buzzing in her pussy feel even more obscene and pleasurable.

"Oh? Are you crying, slave?" he mocked, his voice dripping with cruel amusement, his hand coming down hard on her left nipple, leaving a red mark that looked almost bruised. "What’s the matter?"

"Is the pleasure too embarrassing for your pretty little head?" He slapped her cheek SMACK hard enough to leave a stinging welt that made her face flush even deeper. "You shouldn’t be crying."

"You should be grateful that I’m bothering to make you cum!"

The telekinetic shockwaves inside her pussy didn’t flinch or slow down; if anything, they seemed to pulse even faster, more viciously, in response to the sting he was inflicting on her tits and face.

The waves were like a high-speed drill, buzzing and slapping the bloody, cum-slicked interior of her vaginal walls, hitting the cervix repeatedly.

Vrrr THUMP! Vrrr THUMP! Vrrr THUMP!!

The sound was wet and electrical, making a frothy mixture of her clear squirting fluid, white cum, and thin trails of bright red blood bubble out of her pussy lips, dripping down onto the fabric beneath her levitating ass.

Each pulse caused her pussy to spasm so hard it looked like something was alive and writhing inside the torn tissue, shooting more squirting fluid in rhythmic arcs.

Valentina convulsed even more violently, her thighs quaking and snapping together where the telekinetic energy was most concentrated, trying to clamp down on the buzzing feeling, but the force was solid and inescapable.

The involuntary squirting was relentless, a steady stream of pinkish fluid splashing onto the bed, the sheets becoming soaked and tacky.

"That’s right, keep those pretty little tears falling," he laughed, slapping her tits again, the nails occasionally catching the sensitive nipples just enough to draw a tiny prick of blood. "It makes you look so pathetic and slutty all at once."

He gave her face another stinging slap, CRACKing the force, making her teary eyes water even more, making the salt from her tears sting her own cheeks.

He enjoyed the way her whole body flinched from the slap and how that flinch seemed to trigger an even bigger gush of squirting fluid from her pussy.

The telekinetic waves were now so fast they were almost a solid hum, a continuous vibration that felt like it was cooking the inside of her pussy, kneading the blood and cum into a bubbly, frothy mess that overflowed down the cleft of her ass.

...

Rex stepped out of the room where the wet sounds of Valentina’s convulsing, squirting, and sobbing were still audible, the slapping of his hand on her tits, the gasp hiccups she was making, and the buzzing hum of the telekinesis feeling like the most satisfied predator in existence.

He left the door slightly ajar, allowing the nauseatingly pleasurable sounds of her torment to drift into the hallway, where Elizabeth was already waiting.

Elizabeth had been standing just outside the door, rooted to the spot, her whole body tense. She knew with the clarity of someone who had already bent to the will of the Master that her mother was being "tortured" with that horrific, pleasurable combination.

The thought of her mother being suspended in the air, slapped on the face, and electrotelekinetically fucked until she squirted all over the sheets should have revolted her.

But Elizabeth was past the point of moral resistance. Her mind was colonized by submission, blinded by the cult-like devotion Rex demanded.

Instead of feeling horror or the urge to scream "Stop!" the worry she felt was perverse and traitorous.

The sight of her mother being treated like such a humiliated, pleasure-tortured object—the blood, the cum, the tears, and the levitation hit a way uncomfortable and thrilling nerve in her gut.

That recognition of the extreme cruelty made her breath catch, hot and needy, in the back of her throat.

Rex noticed the way she was staring at the door that worried, fascinated, and horny expression, and he absolutely loved it. He knew she wasn’t going to interfere, and he knew she was enthralled.

He slowed his long strides, straightening his posture, looking imposing and cruel, and walked right up to the girl. He placed one of his heavy arms around her shoulders, the solid weight of his limb feeling like a brand, a claim on her.

The way he grabbed her, possessive and rough, was like a king claiming a newly subjugated princess.

"You look worried about your dear old Mama, don’t you?" he asked, his voice smooth and menacing, his thumb beginning to knead into the soft flesh where her clavicle met her shoulder, leaving red marks. "Seeing her flail around, crying and squirting like such a filthy little slut?"

His grip was firm, almost bruising, making sure she felt the full authority of his touch. He pulled her in tighter to his side, his hip bumping against her thigh, making her feel like she was now officially under his wing, his property.

He grinned down at her, seeing how her eyes were beginning to glaze over, how they were transforming. The worry was melting, being replaced by that unmistakable, dazed shine, the symbol of love and devotion that a fully broken slave showed to their master.

Those eyes were becoming bright, worshipful, and wet.

"Well, since you’re so concerned about what happens to her..." he mused, his long fingers tapping a rhythm against her opposite shoulder, sometimes pinching the skin just hard enough to leave little red creases, "I think I can give you some pretty good time today, too."

His thumb started to rub circles over the fabric where her nipple would be, testing the way she reacted to that rough, dominant touch. He wanted to reward that submission and that complicit fascination she was showing with something pleasurable and cruel.

"Let’s fuck."