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THE STATUE'S RUIN – A MOTHER'S HUMILIATION

The fluorescent hallway lights flickered like strobes in a nightmare, casting jagged shadows across Patrizia’s frozen form. Her voluptuous body—still bent at the waist from retrieving the money—was a grotesque parody of submission, her J-cup tits swaying heavily with each ragged breath she couldn’t control. The torn remnants of her shirt clung to her sweat-slicked shoulders, the fabric stiff with dried arousal and the musk of fear.

Second Ruin – The Neighbor’s ****

Luca from 4B was the second lucky guy to approach.

A balding accountant with sausage fingers and a receding hairline, he’d spent years fantasizing about the haughty brunette who’d sneered at his attempts at small talk. Now, with her glazed eyes staring blankly at the wall, he saw his chance.

"Patrizia...? You okay, bella?" he murmured, waving a hand in front of her face.

No response.

His pulse thundered in his ears as his fingers brushed the swell of her left breast—testing. When she didn’t react, his grip tightened, his thumb rubbing circles around her pierced nipple.

"Madonna Santa," he breathed, his cock stiffening at the way her flesh yielded to his touch.

The zipper of his trousers scraped against her thigh as he freed himself, his stubby fingers pumping his length to full hardness. Pre-cum beaded at his tip, the scent of salt and sweat mingling with Patrizia’s Chanel No. 5.

"Always... always thought you were too good for us," Luca panted, slapping his cock against her cheek. "Look at you now."

His hips jerked, his fat cock sliding between her cleavage. Patrizia’s tits jiggled with each thrust, her nipples dragging against his shaft as he fucked her mounds.

"W-What a fucking slut—take it, take it!" Luca groaned, his balls slapping against her sternum as his orgasm crested.

The first rope of cum splattered across her collarbone, thick and yellowed from days without release. The second splashed across her lips, glistening like rancid syrup. By the fifth, her hair was plastered to her scalp, the brunette strands stiffening as Luca’s spend cooled in the stale air.

He stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a drunkard’s grin.

"Someone’s gonna have fun cleaning you up," he chuckled, adjusting his pants before sauntering off.

Third Ruin – The Student’s Experiment

Valerio from 7F was next.

A lanky med student with acne scars and a monstrous 9-inch cock, he’d spent nights listening to Patrizia’s screams through paper-thin walls. Now, with her body paralyzed and dripping, he saw an opportunity for research.

"Fascinating," he murmured, prodding her inner thigh with a ballpoint pen. "Complete neuromuscular inhibition... but autonomic functions remain intact."

His fingers parted her labia, peeling back the ruined panties to reveal her pierced, puffy cunt.

"Lubrication is excessive," Valerio noted clinically, rubbing her juices between his fingers. "Likely due to prolonged sympathetic stimulation."

Then—businesslike—he unzipped.

His cock slapped against her belly, the veined length darker than Luca’s, the head flared like a mushroom. Without ceremony, he grabbed her hips, yanking her onto his erection in one brutal thrust.

Patrizia’s cunt stretched, her inner walls fluttering around the intrusion—but no sound escaped her lips.

"Interesting... no reflexive contractions," Valerio mused, pumping into her with mechanical precision. "Yet thermographic imaging would show increased—ah—blood flow."

His hips snapped forward, his pelvis grinding against her clit as he chased his climax.

"Hypothesis confirmed," he grunted, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. "Paralysis... does not... inhibit... fertilization potential."

He withdrew, the young man's thick creamy load oozing from the voluptuous milf's stretched hole as he scribbled notes on his phone.