Hugo asks her to pass a message.

He entered her, and Isabella felt nothing at first, her lower half numb and tingling, but then he pulled on her arms, and she was impaled on his cock, and she couldn't breathe. Her pussy clenched, she was too sore, too raw to go on, she thought she would die.

He continued to fuck her, merciless and unyielding, his cock slamming into her again and again with such **** that it only hurt now, and she wanted to beg him to stop, but the words couldn't come out of her ruined body.

"You love this, don't you, you little whore?" he hissed in her ear, his hot breath fanning over her neck. "You love being treated like a slut."

"N-no," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Ahh...ahh... stop... I can't..."

"You can," Hugo insisted, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "You are just like your mother." His words cut through the fog of her mind, sending shockwaves through her body. "She begged for my cock, just as you are begging now. And do you know what happened to her in the end, after I fucked her senseless?"

Isabella's heart pounded in her chest, fear mixing with a sickening curiosity. She didn't want to know, and yet she did.

"She left the bed to fuck some more. I woke up to an empty bed, and found her in the hall, fucking everything that moved."

The revelation sent a cold shiver through Isabella, but before she could dwell on it any further, Hugo slapped her across her ass, the stinging pain cutting through all the pleasure, making her clench her pussy involuntarily.

"I couldn't keep her then, but you, oh you, you're going nowhere." With that, Hugo slammed into her once more, his cock hitting her cervix with a jarring thud. The pain mixed with pleasure was too much for Isabella's body to handle, and she screamed in ecstasy and agony, feeling herself come undone around him. Her vision blurred, and her body spasmed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face as she was overwhelmed by sensations she couldn't even begin to comprehend. Her mouth could no longer hold the weight of her jaw, and she drooled, each thrust forcing more spilling out, coating her chin and dripping down her breasts.

Isabella felt his hand close around the gold choker around the neck, and she struggled for breath as Hugo tightened it.

"Fuck... you're going to... squeeze my dick off..." he groaned. "I'm about to cum... Oh, god..." And with a final thrust, Hugo exploded inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. She could feel it gushing into her, coating her inner walls, filling her like nothing else can ever do. He kept thrusting, prolonging his orgasm until finally, he collapsed on top of her, spent and panting. Isabella felt him pull out of her, the emptiness that followed almost unbearable. She wanted to feel disgusted, but all she felt was the hollowness, as if he had taken a part of her with him when he left her body.

She was forever changed, now incomplete without a cock in her.

Isabella's eyes glazed over, his cum dripping down her thighs. Her body shuddered, spent and broken, and yet she craved more. She couldn't get enough. Hugo smirked down at her, admiring his handiwork. She was completely wrecked, her hair disheveled, her skin glistening with sweat and cum. Her body trembled with aftershocks of pleasure, her eyes still blazing with lust.

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like your mother. A perfect little slut, ready to take everything I give you."

Isabella felt tears prick at her eyes, a mixture of shame and desire swirling within her. She couldn't deny that there was a part of her that loved this, that reveled in the depravity of it all. But she also felt a twinge of fear, wondering just how much further Hugo would take things.

Hugo's hand trailed down her body, caressing her bruised and battered skin. "Don't worry, I'll leave some fun for our next meeting. For now, I want you to deliver a message to your mother."

He leaned in, his hot breath whispering against her ear. "Tell her that her old friend Hugo is back. That I'm still thinking of that night we shared together. And that I hope she's ready to pick up where we left off once we meet again."

Isabella shivered at his words, a mix of dread and anticipation coursing through her veins. She couldn't fathom the thought of facing her mother after what Hugo had done to her, but she also knew she couldn't resist him, not after what he had done to her.

"Yes," Isabella whispered, her voice hoarse and small. "I'll tell her."

"Good girl," Hugo praised, patting her cheek before he moved away from her prone form. He gathered his clothes and dressed quickly before turning back to face her one last time.

"I'll see you soon, Isabella. Until then, enjoy your newfound freedom. And Carlos, make sure she gets to her mother in one piece, eh?" he chuckled darkly before striding out of the room, leaving Isabella lying on the bed, completely and utterly ruined.

Later that night

When Carlos delivered Isabella to her mother's room, her ruined body and erotic chains covered by a cloak once again, Emiko understood the message immediately. She recognised his handiwork, the same way he had left her all those years ago. But unlike her daughter, she refused to be broken. As Carlos laid the exhausted girl on her bed, Emiko pressed against him, her eyes flashing with anger.

"You have some nerve, boy," she spat, glaring at him as though he was nothing more than a piece of dirt. "Tell your father he will never be enough for me, never be good enough for me. Now get the fuck out of my room!"

Carlos scurried out of the room, his tail between his legs, leaving Emiko alone with her daughter.

[Hugo unlocked as marriage option for Emiko.]