Chapter 132: [132] Broken Lara

"Hello?"

A cruel, rough voice came from the other side of the call.

"Hello," Marcella replied, her voice smooth, low, and deliberately gleeful, the kind of husky tone that immediately painted filthy pictures in a man’s mind.

There was a short, heavy pause. Hearing such a sexy, wet-sounding "Hello," the man on the other end instantly became alert. His shriveled, pathetic little cock twitched hard inside his pants, a pathetic spark of life returning to the dried-up meat.

"Who are you?" he asked, suspicion mixing with sudden, greedy interest.

"Oh, I am Marcella... Lara’s friend’s mother," she answered in one smooth, honeyed motion. Her voice was soft, slightly husky, and carried a subtle, teasing warmth that felt like a tongue dragging slowly along skin. "I called to inform you that Lara has fallen asleep with my daughter, so she won’t be able to go home tonight. Ah... and don’t worry. She is my responsibility now. I’ll take very good care of her~."

The man froze.

Not because his daughter was sleeping at someone else’s house, he couldn’t have cared less if the girl went to hell.

He froze because of that slutty, intimate, bedroom tone Marcella had just used.

His shriveled cock stiffened into a slightly longer, still-pathetic version of itself and stretched taut against the rough fabric of his pants, outlining the dried-up, veiny meat like a shameful tent. A small, dark spot of precum already began to form.

"Um... who are you exactly, lady? Is my daughter causing you any trouble?"

His entire behavior and voice did a complete 180°. The earlier cruelty and barking tone vanished as if it had never existed. Now his words came out smooth, respectful, soft— the voice of a man suddenly trying to impress.

Marcella turned her head toward Lara. A wide, slow, predatory grin stretched across her plump lips as she took in the broken, shattered look on the girl’s wet face. For a long moment she imagined pulling that tear-streaked, flushed face deep between her massive, heavy fat tits, smothering the girl while kissing the tears away with countless slow, filthy, wet smooches — licking the salty tracks, sucking on her trembling lips, and whispering filth until Lara forgot how to cry.

"Oh, please," Marcella purred into the phone, voice dripping like warm honey mixed with cunt juice. "She is such a sweet and obedient child. How could she possibly cause me any trouble? In fact... just seeing her makes my nerves calm. I feel like hugging the child tightly... pressing her little body against mine... and spoiling her like my own daughter."

On the live video feed, everyone in the room could clearly see the same man who had been viciously whipping his wife now speaking these polite, gentle words. The perfect synchronization confirmed once again that the video was truly live. The atmosphere in the room grew even more suffocating, thick with disgust and helpless arousal.

In the video, the father’s eyes visibly brightened with interest. He casually threw the thick leather belt onto the table right beside his wife’s tear-stained face, making her flinch hard. Then he straightened his back, and barked in a voice that was too polite for his wrinkled face,

"Haha~ That’s just your modesty talking. But I won’t deny it — my daughter is very sensible and obedient. That’s why I’m quite proud of myself."

Marcella raised one elegant eyebrow.

"I think you misspoke," she said lightly, voice still low and intimate. "It should be, ’I am quite proud of my daughter.’"

The man laughed, a little too loudly and eagerly. His hand secretly adjusted the growing bulge in his pants.

"Haha~ No, no. I didn’t misspeak. I really am proud of myself. It was because of my teachings that my daughter became so sensible and obedient. You’ve seen how the daughters of today behave with their elders, haven’t you? All they focus on is romance instead of studies. I have thoroughly educated my daughter to focus only on her studies. And I believe... my daughter was studying at your house tonight?"

Marcella looked over at Lara, Anna, and Kira again. The grin that spread across her face was dark, knowing, and full of mockery. It sent visible shivers down all three girls’ spines. When she spoke, her voice was soft, mysterious, and laced with something openly suggestive like a woman talking about sex while pretending to talk about homework.

"You’re right. Lara was here on a study session with my daughters..."

She paused just long enough for the implication to sink in.

"They studied very hard tonight."

"Haha~ I knew it." The man’s voice grew even warmer, and thicker. His shriveled cock was now fully hard.

"But... can I ask where you live? I mean, I am the girl’s father, you know... a father’s concerns..."

His tone made it painfully clear that "concerns" was only a flimsy excuse. The real interest was the woman with the seductive, cunt-dripping voice on the other end of the line.

Marcella’s eyes gleamed with cold, sadistic amusement as she glanced once more at Lara’s devastated, tear-soaked face, then at Daniel still gagged with her dripping panties, and finally back at the phone.

She licked her lips slowly, letting the silence stretch just enough to make the man on the other end hold his breath.

Then, she shook her head slowly, pure contempt curling her plump lips. She knew this type of man too well, the kind who turned his own wife’s ass into raw meat while secretly lusting after any woman who gave him a second of attention. Pure, pathetic loser mentality.

"Ah~ Excuse me," she said into the phone, voice turning sweet and flustered.

"My husband just came home... hold on for a minute, okay~?"

She put the call on hold with a soft beep.

Then she turned fully toward the three bound girls. Her heavy tits shifted with the movement. Her eyes gleamed with cold amusement.

"So..." she began, voice soft and almost playful, "should I resume the call and let your dear father watch his sensible, obedient little daughter... spreading her legs and riding something thick, veiny, and meaty with her tight little hole—"

She had a whole list of even filthier threats ready, but she never got to finish the first one. Because Lara broke even before she could complete the very first.

"Please! Please!! I beg you... I beg you... save my mother!!!"

The scream tore out of her throat raw and cracking. Thick tears poured down her cheeks in endless rivers, soaking her entire face, dripping from her chin onto her heaving breasts. She thrashed so violently against the metal cuffs that the chair legs screeched across the floor and the cuffs bit deep red rings into her wrists.

"How can the villain suddenly become the savior, Lara?!" Anna snarled, grinding her teeth hard enough to hurt. "I bet she arranged this whole thing just to force your father into beating your mother!"

Marcella raised one elegant eyebrow and pointed a manicured finger at the live screen.

"Are you thinking this has something to do with me? Then you’re wrong, dear. This is simply how her family is. A loser father... a weak mother... and a pitiful, sexy little daughter who looks so pretty when she cries."

"MY MOTHER IS NOT WEAK—!"

Lara’s scream exploded at the top of her lungs. Her entire body lunged forward with such animal force that the metal cuffs carved into her skin and the chair nearly toppled.

Spit flew from her lips. Her tits swung heavily with the motion.

The sheer violence of her reaction made both Anna and Kira flinch in genuine shock.

Marcella only smiled wider, drinking in every broken tear, every desperate sob, every helpless shake of Lara’s body like it was the finest wine.

"How is she not weak," Marcella asked in a calm, educational tone, "when she just lies there and takes a beating from a pathetic loser? I could have understood if the man destroying her ass was someone like my Danny..."

Her voice dropped into pure, dripping filth.

"Handsome... cute... ripped... packed with muscle... blessed with a thick, heavy, addictive cock... a real man... a CEO."

She bent deeply at the waist, pushed her fat, naked, still-glistening ass out toward Daniel, and begged in the sluttiest, most cock-hungry voice any of them had ever heard,

"I’d beg him every single day... on my knees... to spank my bottom until both cheeks were blooming with his handprints like pretty red flowers—

’Come, Danny... come to Mommy... slap me... beat me... fuck me... rape me... use me... anything you want... just do me.’

And don’t think for a second I’m afraid of some belt. If my Danny wants to whip me, he can whip me with his belt, his hands, his belt buckle, even his legs... I’d still crawl across the floor, hug his waist like a good bitch, and gobble that thick cock all the way down my throat until my nose is buried in his stomach."

She gave her heavy, meaty ass a slow, deliberate jiggle, making the soft flesh ripple and bounce right in front of Daniel’s face.

The room went dead silent for a second.

Every face burned crimson— Anna’s, Kira’s, even Lara’s tear-soaked one. The same dazed thought flashed through all their minds,

"How can a woman be this shameless...and yet so sexy?"

Daniel’s cock throbbed so violently at the sight of those rippling, cream-smeared ass cheeks that a thick, milky spurt of cum shot out in a high arc and splattered back across his own stomach. His mouth, still stuffed with Marcella’s panties, flooded with fresh saliva.

On the live video, the man was still holding the phone, waiting.

"Why the fuck is she taking so long?" he muttered, irritated.

His eyes dropped to his wife’s ruined, welt-covered ass.

"Tch. How many times have I told you to put makeup on this disgusting ass? Looking at it ruins my appetite."

Then he picked up the thick leather belt again and brought it down with a full-arm swing.

PAHHH—!

"Anghhhhhh—!"

The mother’s fat ass rippled like jelly. A fresh, swollen, crimson welt rose instantly across both cheeks.

"MOTHERR—!!" Lara screamed, voice breaking into pure agony.

The man didn’t even pause. He landed two more brutal strokes — PAHH—PAHH — each one making her heavy bottom bounce and clench. Then he grabbed a fistful of her long hair, yanked her head back so hard her spine arched, and snarled right into her ear,

"I’m asking you one last time. Will you do it or not?"

The mother’s face was a wreck — eyes swollen, makeup ruined, mouth hanging open as drool and tears mixed on the table.

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"No... I refuse... I won’t sell my body for your gambling..."

"YOU BITCH—!"

PAHH—PAHH—PAHH

Three more vicious lashes exploded across her ass, leaving overlapping welts across her bouncing flesh.

The man twisted her hair tighter until her eyes rolled.

"I’ve lost every single bet. I have nothing left. The casino owner already agreed to take you as one of his hostesses. You just have to spread your legs and let the clients use you however they want. Every time they use you, a piece of my debt disappears. Their men are already on the way. So get the fuck up and go make yourself look fuckable."

Silence crushed the room.

Daniel, Anna, Kira... even Marcella... stared at the screen in pure, nauseated shock. No one could speak. Their ears rang. For several long seconds none of them could accept that they had heard correctly.

Daniel’s eyes locked on Lara.

She had turned to stone. The only movement was the rapid, terrified trembling of her pupils. Her mouth hung open. A thin string of saliva connected her lips.

Then the mother’s broken, clear voice cut through the horror one last time,

"I... refuse. I will not do anything that would make my Lara ashamed to call me her mother."

That single sentence was the final trigger.

On the screen the father roared "BITCH!!" and smashed her head down into the hard wooden table.

At the exact same moment, Lara moved.

With a feral, animal sound she threw her entire body forward. The chair toppled. Still cuffed to the heavy wood, she began dragging herself across the floor, tits scraping and dragging against the cold surface, erected nipples leaving faint wet trails. The chair legs screeched behind her. Inch by inch, sobbing and gasping, she crawled until her face reached Marcella’s bare feet.

She looked up against Marcella’s looking down eyes. Her own eyes hollow and broken.

Then she darted her tongue out and licked Marcella’s ankle with long, slow, desperate stroke, tasting salt and skin and sobbed with her aching chest,

"PLEASE SAVE MY MOTHER!!

I BEG YOU!!

I’LL DO ANYTHING!!

I’LL FUCK ANNA’S DADDY RIGHT NOW IF YOU WANT!!

I’LL DROWN IN CUM — MY PUSSY, MY ASS, MY MOUTH, ANYWHERE!!

I’LL FUCK ANYONE YOU TELL ME TO!!

YOU CAN SELL ME TO A BROTHEL...

MAKE ME A TOILET... A CUM DUMPSTER... ANYTHING!!

I’LL BE YOUR PERSONAL SLUT... YOUR WHORE... YOUR CUNT-SUCKING PET...

USE ME HOWEVER YOU WANT... THROW ME AWAY WHEN YOU’RE DONE...

JUST PLEASE... PLEASE... HELP MY MOTHER... SAVE HER... SHE’S GOING TO DIE... I’LL DO ANYTHING...

ANYTHING... ANYTHING...!!"

Her voice collapsed into helpless, choking sobs. She kept licking and kissing Marcella’s foot like a dog, forehead pressed to the woman’s lower calfs, offering every last scrap of her body and pride without a single piece left for herself.