Isabella learns more about her mother

Hugo pushed down on her stomach, lifting himself out of her mouth, making her retch at the sudden pressure. She was a piece of furniture to him, no longer human, just a hole for him to use. But he was so dominant it felt natural, and she felt herself flush at her own humiliation.

His cock slipped out of her throat, leaving a trail of saliva across her cheek before he pressed down on her stomach again to spin himself between her legs. "God, I miss Palmyria," Hugo repeated, his voice thick with nostalgia. He returned to rubbing her pussy with one hand, teasing her clit relentlessly, making her squirm and gasp beneath him.

Somehow Isabella mustered enough air in her lungs to gasp out a question, and his eyes widened, as though surprised that the fuckmeat beneath him could talk.

"What do you mean Palmyria? What did you do to my mother you sick fucks?" Her words were angry, but even as she spat them Hugo's fingers pressed down on her clit, and her words were replaced by a sudden moan, her head snapping back into the pillow, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle it.

Hugo laughed, and pushed her hand away from her mouth. "Oh don't be ashamed, little whore, we are all family here soon."

"You... You're lying about her," Isabella whimpered, shaking her head. She had to deny it, she couldn't fathom the possibility, but as she stared up at him with tear-stained eyes, she could see the truth in his gaze, the memory of a past he had shared with the woman she loved most in this world.

Hugo smiled, but it was a cold, calculating grin that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, you should have seen Palmyria when your mother was there. This party would seem absolutely tame in comparison. She ran the place like her own personal harem, a den of debauchery where everyone was to please the queen. Men, women, nobody was safe from her desires. And let me tell you, her taste was voracious." As he spoke, he slid two fingers into Isabella's pussy, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

She tried to deny it again, but she felt like she was going under waves. Her mouth opened and closed but no sounds came out, she just let out a silent gasp.

"She'd take a man in her pussy, one in her ass, and two in her mouth at the same time, all while getting her clit sucked off by a woman she'd never seen before. It was like a buffet of carnal delights, and I'm sorry you missed it. But if you want, I can show you what it felt like to be her. I'll make sure you experience every bit of pleasure your mother took for herself. You'll love it, I promise."

His words were like poison, seeping into her mind and corrupting her thoughts. Isabella couldn't help but feel a strange mix of disgust, arousal, and betrayal.

"No, no, I don't... I don't want..." she started, but Hugo simply chuckled, his fingers continuing their relentless **** on her pussy.

"My mother would never... please... stop..."

"Oh yes, you do, my dear. You're just like your mother. I can see it in the way you move, the way you moan, the way you take my cock inside you. You have her insatiable appetite, her need for pleasure, her lust for life. It's all there, just waiting to be unleashed." He pressed a third finger into her her, making her yelp and squirm, his fingers numbly exploring every crevice inside her.

"At the time I was surprised at receiving an invite, but then it made sense. We had just taken over the gold industry, you see, after her loss of favor from our friend El Presidente," Hugo continued, as if he didn't hear her. "The Nakamuras found themselves cut off from the palace. They were ****, and their business was in financial dire straits."

He grabbed her breast, squeezing it painfully. "So they came to us for help, and in turn for a financial lifeline, your mother made us an offer. She would make my son a man, though you can see how that turned out."

He turned to Carlos, who shied away from his gaze. "This little worm didn't deserve your mother, not like I did. He couldn't handle her." He grabbed Isabella's legs, spreading them wide and pressing into her inner thighs, leaving her pussy open and ****. "Just like how he couldn't fuck you properly. It's pathetic, really."

Isabella struggled against him, but Hugo's grip was strong. She felt his cock press against her entrance again, hard and insistent.

"I bet she didn't even feel him inside that pussy, isn't that right, Carlos?" He taunted, as Isabella writhed helplessly below him.

Carlos looked away, his face flushed with shame. "It's not... it wasn't like that..." he muttered, but his voice was weak and unconvincing.

"Enough," Hugo growled, ignoring his son's protests. "I don't have time for your excuses."

He thrust into Isabella, filling her with his thick length, and she cried out, her body arching involuntarily as he took control of her once again. Her pussy was already slick from his earlier fucking and Carlos's pathetic attempt, but it still hurt, being stretched around his girth.

"Tell me," Isabella gasped, her voice trembling as Hugo pounded into her. "Tell me about my mother..."

"Your mother was everything I wanted in a woman. Beautiful, smart, ambitious... and utterly insatiable," Hugo groaned, his hips slamming into her with brutal ****.

"I remember that night well. After watching my son spill himself in seconds, I pulled him off and took his place. She was grateful for it, too. Moaning like a slut as I fucked her brains out."

Hugo continued to fuck her relentlessly, his cock hitting her innermost depths with each thrust. Isabella's body betrayed her, writhing and arching beneath him, as she felt her own orgasm building once again. But even as pleasure washed over her, her thoughts turned back to her mother, trying desperately to understand the woman she had thought she knew. "And what did she do?" Isabella gasped. "What happened to her?"

"I made her mine," Hugo hissed, his voice dripping with lust. "I made sure that every inch of that slutty body was thoroughly fucked. She loved it. She couldn't get enough. And when we were done, she was a quivering, broken mess. I made her earn every dollar I lent them, that much is for sure." Hugo groaned, his hips slamming into her harder and faster, his grip on her legs tightening.

Isabella cried out, feeling her pussy clench around him. As much as she hated to admit it, she was close to climaxing again. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. It consumed her, and yet she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust at herself for taking pleasure from someone who was talking about her mother that way.

But Hugo's words only fueled the fire within her, making the shame burn hotter, more intensely. And when she came, it was with a scream that tore through her throat, tears streaming down her face as she felt her whole body shake with release.

Hugo continued to fuck her through her orgasm, his previous orgasm allowing him to last longer. He pounded into her relentlessly, his cock thick and hard, filling her to the brim with each stroke. And even after she had come down from her peak, he kept going, pushing her past her limits and into a haze of delirious pleasure. Isabella's body was wracked with aftershocks, her pussy still spasming around him, even as he continued to fuck her, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Please..." she begged, her voice weak and trembling. "Please, sir, I'm going to break. You're going to break me."

Hugo laughed, a dark and sinister sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh Isabella," he purred. "We're just getting started."

And then he did the impossible - he started to fuck her faster, harder, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that took her breath away. She felt like she was being split in two, his cock stretching her wide, hitting depths she didn't even know existed. And still he kept going, his hands gripping onto her breasts so hard she was sure they would tear. Carlos watched with wide eyes from the corner of the bed, his own cock twitching in time with his father's thrusts.

Isabella's vision blurred as Hugo fucked her mercilessly, her mind clouded with pain and pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts. She felt like a ragdoll, helpless and broken, her body at the mercy of this monster. Tears streamed down her face, but they were nothing compared to the agony and ecstasy coursing through her veins. She was broken, and yet she couldn't bring herself to ask him to stop. Something inside her wanted this, wanted to be pushed beyond her limits until there was nothing left but raw sensation. As if he sensed her thoughts, Hugo's grip on her breasts tightened, his nails digging into her soft flesh. She let out a choked scream, her back arching off the bed as she struggled against his hold. But it was futile; she was completely at his mercy, and he knew it.

Just as Isabella felt herself teeter on the precipice of another earth-shattering orgasm, Hugo pulled away from her, his cock slipping out of her sore pussy. She gasped, feeling her world leave through the hole between her legs.

"Not yet, my little whore," he whispered, his voice dripping with sinister intent. "We have all night to play." And with that, he flipped Isabella over onto her stomach and positioned himself behind her, pulling her hands behind her, her head flopping around limply as she was stretched backwards.