Try Begging

Chapter 57

“You didn’t miss me?”

A cold glance would have been enough for the answer.

“I was only thinking of myself.”

How to bully her, that was probably the only thought in his mind. To say something creepy like a lover and treat her kindly…

‘Maniac.’

Suddenly, his unusual attire attracted Grace’s attention.

Winston was dressed to the best in his light gray suit. Rather than being formal, the nose of the brown shoes, which seemed to follow the trend these days, blatantly scanned her calves. The tie that had just covered her eyes was navy.

Except for the disgusting medal, compared to the man who went to this place in an officer’s uniform of achromatic color, he was looking quite stylish.

“I guess you had a date?”

“Yes, I did. Though I couldn’t get you out of my head, so I stood her up and came to you.”

It was as if she could hear a hallucination asking, ‘Isn’t it an honor?’

“I feel sorry for the Grand Princess. The man she is to marry is a pervert who locks a woman in the basement of the house and takes her every day.”

Grace started stirring up his s*x drive again.

‘…Please stop the interrogation and just hit me until you’re exhausted, and then go out.’

“Pervert…?”

He laughed lightly

“Well, that’s true. Maybe a workaholic too.”

Draaag.

Winston pushed back his chair and stood up.

“I must be a workaholic now.”

Contrary to her earnest wishes, he prepared the interrogation. After rummaging through the drawers, he took out a long object from a paper box and came back. Realizing that it was a red candle, Grace held her breath.

‘What is he trying to do with that?’

While imagining all sorts of horrible things, Winston sat across from her and raised his lips.

‘Crazy…’

One of her terrible imaginations seemed to be the correct answer. He put the candle in Grace’s v*gina. The smooth rod of wax slid through the dense flesh.

“Don’t feel it already.”

Winston twisted it and pressed it against her lower stomach.

“Don’t worry. It’s as thin as yours, so I can’t feel anything.”

He only smiled but did not fall for her provocation.

Winston soon let go of his hand after inserting the candle about one-third the length of her forearm. Even though it didn’t reach the end of her inner walls, it was so deep that she couldn’t push it out just by tightening her inner flesh.

“Just looking at you made me want to shove my pistol into your cramped walls and stir it up.”

Grace recalled the terrifying words Winston had said in an ecstatic voice on the day she was discovered. Her body trembled at the thought that one day he might really try to shove a pistol in here.

‘…A candle is better than a pistol.’

However, she was wrong to expect this to be stirred in her. Winston did not forget the purpose of the candle, and the next moment, he took out a lighter and lit the wick. Grace could feel the blood draining from her face seeing that.

Now the candle was long enough that the flame hung outside the chair, but sooner or later, it would burn her secret place.

“Do you have no thoughts? If you burn this place, where are you going to put it in the future?”

“Huh… A loud mouth talking loudly without knowing its place?”

Crazy bastard…

Although she squeezed down with all her might and tried to push the candle out, the walls of her vagina weren’t as flexible as her hands.
As Winston stood up after watching her struggle for a moment, he approached the door and began to open the paper box in front of the phonograph with a leisurely motion.

“How does it feel to have your body trampled by the very same instruments of torture that you have perfectly taken care of?”

Grace didn’t answer. Red candle wax began to drip onto the edge of the chair instead of on the floor.

“Your comrades who passed through here must have hated you. The nippers that I used to pull out their fingernails have been cleaned by their princess, Miss Grace Riddle!”

It was inevitable to work for the enemy when undercover so she didn’t have to feel guilty. In the end, they escaped, thanks to her infiltration anyway.

“Because you’re special, I don’t want to use the things I used on other guys. So, I got a special tool.”

Saying so, he took something out of the box. It was a small machine that looked like a modern hair dryer that Mrs. Winston used.

When the name on the box caught Grace’s vision, she was confused.

Electric massager.

She had seen advertisements in the newspapers claiming that this machine restored lost vitality. However, what was that man trying to do with a massager that women use for beauty and treatment…?

‘I’m sure he’s a man who wants me to wither and die instead of finding vitality.’

Leon gazed at the woman who had completely confused eyes and laughed. It seemed a little cute when a clever woman was so ignorant about s*x.

‘Cute…? I’m losing my mind.’

He plugged the cord into an outlet behind. When the switch on the body was turned up, there was a loud motor sound, and the round, convex head like a button hanging from the body started to rotate like a drill.

“One of my classmates at the military academy was a p*rn collector. He had a bachelor party a few months ago, invited my classmates, and put his collection up for auction.”

Approaching her, he sat down in front of Grace while holding the roaring massager in his hand like a pistol.

“He was caught by his fiancée.”

Leon laughed softly as if he was having fun and finally revealed the purpose of the object.

“Among the things he showed me was this. He used this to massage a woman’s private parts.”

Grace’s eyes widened.

“Ah. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t buy it. Thinking about it now, it was a good decision because I don’t need porn.”

“Then, can I guess?”

Leon nodded at the woman who was glaring at her accusingly.

“To m—hah!”

“Right. Because you’re here.”

The head of the massager, spinning as fast as the wheels of a sprinting car, touched her sensitive nub. At that moment, Grace’s whole body stiffened like a corpse in post-mortem stiffness. If it continued like this, she might really become a corpse.

From the moment that object touched her body, she couldn’t breathe even once. She couldn’t breathe, so there was no way she could tell him to stop.

“Kuhk, ah, ahkk…”

The power of the small machine was beyond imagination.

If this person’s hand was one, this machine was a hundred. And to Grace, even Winston’s finger was a very scary thing.

‘Gasp, that’s ridiculous.’

In an instant, an overwhelming sense of climax filled her, like an ant facing a tidal wave the size of a house. Her eyes flashed rapidly, and the face of the man observing her with eyes that looked like he was about to pull out his p*nis and fuck her at any moment faded.

“Hmm, that sure is fast.”

It was only at the threshold of the climax, where her body was about to break apart, that the machine finally left.

“Haa…”

Winston explained the rules for the day as Grace rested her neck on the backrest and caught her breath, already exhausted.

“If you answer my questions honestly, I will use this on you.”

He held up the massager in front of Grace, still spinning furiously.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. However, if it caught fire there, it would hurt quite a bit.”

“…Are you sure you got it right? Why would I, haa, answer and volunteer to be tortured?”

“You still don’t understand.”

This was the reason Grace should only hope to be attacked with that hideous massager.

When she felt her climax, she tightened her inner walls tightly without any gaps for water to leak. At the same time, she did not tighten enough to break Winston’s p*nis, she even pushed him away. Without that strength, she could push the long object out with all her strength.

In other words, he wanted her to beg him to attack her like that, so she would take out the lighted candle herself.

It wasn’t nonsense because some parts were pushed out a moment ago.

‘Haa… Please someone save me.’

Her eyes went dark. To be captured by this ferocious yet clever enemy also meant that each day a new hell awaited her.

“Did you know that when a woman gets excited, she shoots water just like men do? Why don’t you turn off the light anyway? I don’t know if they can do it alone while tied up.”

The moment he said that, a good idea came to mind. Still, no matter how she was in such a binding situation, how could she do such a thing in front of that man…

It was really a last resort.

The cruel devil just watched Grace and only opened his mouth when the candle that protruded out was only as large as the middle finger.

“I guess we can start now.”

Grace still kept her mouth shut during the interrogation trying to find out the location of the home base. She bet her luck that Winston couldn’t completely destroy the only woman that could satisfy him.

The red wax stains on the iron chair continued to grow bit by bit and began to draw a red path toward her pubic area.

Now, the candle was shorter than the index finger.

The question stopped. The two stared at each other in silence. The air between the two forced each other to give up first became tense.

“Yes, do as you please.”

Winston abruptly rose from his seat.

Bang!