Chapter 153: Helen Is In Trouble

Tusk’s eyes widened in shock, his cock twitching violently in his grip, his breath ragged as he watched the obscene display. "D-Dexter...!!" His voice was a choked gasp, his hand moving faster over his cock as he stared, his mind completely shattered by the sight of Kina pissing on me, her body trembling with pleasure.

"She’s—! She’s pissing—!! On you—!! And she’s still cumming—!! How is she—ngh—! How is she doing this—?!" His cock throbbed in his grip, his body trembling with the intensity of the scene before him.

Kina’s body finally collapsed forward, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps, her voice a whimpering mess as the last of her release sprayed out. "I... I’m sorry, Dexter...!!" She gasped, her body trembling, her pussy still twitching around my cock, her juices mixing with her piss as they dripped down my body. "I couldn’t hold it—!!"

I smirked, my hand reaching up to grip her throat, pulling her close as I looked into her eyes, my body glistening with her release. "Don’t be, Sister," I growled, my voice a dark purr, my cock still throbbing inside her.

"You’re mine. And I own every part of you. Your pussy. Your womb. Even your piss." My fingers tightened slightly around her throat, my gaze locking onto hers. "And you’re going to remember that every time I fuck you."

Tusk’s cock throbbed violently in his grip, his breath ragged and desperate as he watched the obscene scene unfold before him. His mind was completely shattered—by the sight of me breeding his woman, by the way Kina’s body had betrayed her in the most filthy, degrading way possible.

His hand moved faster over his cock, his cock twitching as he stared, his body trembling with the intensity of what he’d just witnessed. The scent of sex, of Kina’s release, of my cum, filled the air, thick and intoxicating.

And then, with a choked gasp, he came—his cum spilling over his hand, dripping onto the furs beneath him as his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm. His eyes were wide, his breath ragged, his mind still reeling from the sight of Kina pissing herself, of her body convulsing with pleasure as she marked me as hers.

Kina, spent and overwhelmed, finally fainted, her body collapsing onto the stone bed, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths.

I looked at Tusk, who stood there dumbfounded, his cock still twitching in his grip, his expression a mix of awe and utter defeat. I casually pulled on my skirt, my voice calm but laced with a dark, possessive edge. "Brother Tusk, I’m leaving. If you find that you haven’t learned well... or if you still find it difficult to make Sister Kina squirt... You can ask me."

I didn’t wait for his response. I didn’t even glance back as I stepped out of the hut, the weight of my dominance still lingering in the air.

The moment I stepped outside, I realized it was already afternoon. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the cliffside. I needed to get back to Ravina and others—quickly. So I went to the side and, using my jetpack, I ascended the cliff in seconds, landing silently near the spot where Ravina and the rest of the tribe were gathered.

Something was wrong.

As soon as I approached, Ravina turned to me, her expression tense. "Dexter! You’re back—! We’ve been searching everywhere—!"

I didn’t need her to finish. The urgency in her voice told me everything. "What happened?"

"Helen went out this morning to look for the stream," Ravina said, her voice tight with worry. "She never came back. We’ve been searching for hours, but we can’t find her anywhere."

A cold dread settled in my chest. I instantly pulled up the

World Map

function, my fingers moving quickly as I located Helen’s position. My blood ran cold when I saw it—she wasn’t alone. Two red dots pulsed beside her, a little way off from the tribe’s location.

Shit.

I instantly recognized what those dots meant—Mary and Veronica. If they had Helen, I didn’t even want to imagine what they’d do to her. And they had a gun.

I clenched my fists, my mind racing. "I’ll find her," I said, my voice low and deadly. "Stay here. Don’t follow me."

Ravina’s eyes widened, her face pale with worry, but she didn’t argue. She simply nodded, understanding the urgency in my voice, the deadly calm that had settled over me. I didn’t have time to explain—I didn’t have time for anything but action.

Without another word, I activated my jetpack and launched myself into the sky, the wind rushing past me as I soared toward Helen’s location. My mind was a storm of dark thoughts, my focus razor-sharp. Mary. Veronica. Helen. The names repeated in my head like a mantra, each one fueling my determination.

It didn’t take long to reach the coordinates. As I descended, the sight that greeted me made my blood boil.

The treehouse.

I landed silently on the ground, quickly stowing the jetpack back into my system storage. My eyes locked onto the scene before me—Mary and Veronica stood near the treehouse, their postures relaxed, almost smug. And there, tied up with ropes to the back of their car, was Helen.

Helen’s body twisted violently against the ropes binding her to the car, her eyes wide with terror and confusion. The treehouse loomed behind Mary and Veronica like some kind of twisted monument to their power, the car’s metal gleaming under the afternoon sun. The modern clothes, the strange structures—none of it made sense to her, and the fear in her voice was raw, desperate.

"My King! Save me! Save me! Help—!" she screamed, her voice breaking as she thrashed against her restraints. The words spilled from her in a frantic, breathless rush, her gaze darting wildly around the clearing as if she expected salvation to appear from the trees themselves.

Mary and Veronica exchanged a glance, their expressions shifting from amusement to irritation. "What the hell is she even saying?" Veronica muttered, her arms crossed as she watched Helen struggle.

Mary sighed, rolling her eyes. "Who cares? She’s annoying." Without warning, she reached out and grabbed the waistband of Veronica’s skirt, her fingers hooking into the fabric of her panties. Before Veronica could react, Mary yanked them down in one sharp motion, exposing her for just a second.

"Mary—! What the fuck—?!" Veronica yelped, her hands flying to her skirt in shock, but Mary was already moving.

With a dark smirk, Mary snatched the panties from Veronica’s legs and turned back to Helen. "Shut. Up." She grabbed Helen’s chin, forcing her mouth open before shoving the wadded fabric inside. Helen’s muffled protests were instant, her eyes widening in horror as Mary tied the makeshift gag tightly behind her head, cutting off her pleas.

"There," Mary said, dusting off her hands with a satisfied smirk. "Now she can’t annoy us while we decide what to do with her."

Veronica, still flustered, yanked her skirt back into place, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You bitch—! You could’ve just used anything!"

Mary shrugged, unimpressed. "This was faster. And funnier."

Helen’s muffled screams filled the air, her body still twisting against the ropes, tears streaming down her face as she tried to spit out the fabric. But Mary and Veronica had already turned their attention back to their conversation, their voices low and calculating as they discussed their next move.