Black Star Heroine Chapter Six

Baroness Martine, her plump, white buttocks bruised and battered, moaned and pleaded, her bare, rounded shoulders trembling pitifully as she clung to the chair back. She felt Antony's fingers withdraw from her cruelly violated anus, but a greater fear gripped the arrogant woman's mind. She heard Antony unbuckling his belt and immediately realized the terrible fate that awaited her!

"No...please, no, don't do it there..." Madame Grotta's arrogance had been completely shattered. She knew she had fallen into the hands of a group of men as ruthless as herself, and it seemed these men harbored a deep hatred for her! Madame Grotta was not without experience in anal sex, but this arrogant woman with homosexual tendencies did not enjoy doing such things with men, especially not in this situation—stripped naked, bound to a chair, and gang-raped and cruelly tortured!

The Baroness even feared that these men would cruelly gang-rape and torture her before killing her. Now, all she felt was fear and despair, and she could only plead with Anthony to spare her.

"You filthy bitch! I'll fuck your asshole raw!!" Anthony gripped his thick, dark penis and pressed it against the Baroness's pitifully swollen and injured buttocks.

"No, no!! Please, ah!!..." The Baroness felt something hot pressing against her anus, and she pleaded in panic. Suddenly, a tearing pain shot through her anus, and she screamed like a pig being slaughtered!

Anthony thrust his large penis hard into Martina's anus, and just as it entered, the woman bound to the chair began to struggle desperately, shaking her large buttocks and twisting forward to escape.

“Damn bitch!!” Anthony cursed, reaching around Martina’s naked body kneeling on the chair. He grabbed one of the Baroness’s full, soft breasts, pulling her struggling body back with a brutal grip!

“Ah!!! No, help!! Spare me…” The Baroness felt as if her breast was being torn off her body; the intense pain made her afraid to struggle any longer, only screaming in agony.

“Bitch! You’re so shameless, you need to suffer to behave!!” Anthony, still holding the Baroness’s full breast, pulled her body against his crotch, while his other hand guided his large penis back to her anus, thrusting it in hard!

“Ah!!!” Madame Grotta felt a hot, hard penis slam into her anus, almost tearing her buttocks apart! She immediately let out a piercing scream!!

Feeling his penis deeply inserted into the Baroness's rectum, her warm, spasming anal muscles tightly gripping his shaft, Antony released Lady Grotta's breast, where he had left a bloody handprint. He then firmly pressed his hands against the Baroness's plump buttocks, grinning maliciously.

"No...you damned bastard, let me go...ah!!!" Martina felt the savage penis slowly withdrawing from her anus. She writhed in pain, whimpering, when suddenly Antony's large penis, just as it was about to pull out, slammed back in, all the way to the bottom!

"You filthy bitch!! You dog!! You lowly sow!!!" Antony cursed viciously, gripping the Baroness's battered, plump buttocks, thrusting rapidly and powerfully into her warm, tight anus!

"Ouch!! Have mercy... Ah! No, stop!! Ah!! Spare me!!" The Baroness no longer cared about her status or dignity; she felt as if Antony's penis had torn her anus apart. The savage rape made her tremble all over, waves of burning pain tearing at her body. She desperately twisted her naked, snow-white flesh, crying and begging with tears streaming down her face.

Antony grinned savagely, grabbing the Baroness's plump buttocks and brutally raping her anus, feeling the woman's body convulse. But the convulsing anal muscles gripping his penis gave him immense pleasure, and he thrust even more forcefully.

Bound to the chair, Madame Grotta frantically twisted and swayed her large buttocks, crying and begging incoherently, completely devoid of her usual arrogance and haughtiness.

Antony brutally violated Madame Grotta's anus until the woman's cries and pleas gradually weakened, and her struggles turned into uncontrollable convulsions. He thrust heavily for a long time before finally ejaculating a large amount of thick, hot semen into the Baroness's anus with satisfaction.

"You filthy bitch! It felt so good to fuck your ass!" Antony cursed as he pulled his penis out of Madame Grotta's ass. The Baroness's anus, already torn and bleeding from the violation, made a dull "pop" sound as his penis was withdrawn, and immediately a stream of white semen mixed with blood flowed out from the swollen, everted opening.

Antony walked up to the Baroness, who now seemed to have fainted, her naked, alluring body slumped limply against the chair back, occasionally emitting weak moans.

"Bitch, open your mouth!!" Antony suddenly grabbed the Baroness's disheveled black hair and lifted her up. Madame Grotta's face was now smeared with tears and snot, her eyes half-closed as she groaned weakly. Antony grabbed her hair with one hand and pinched her cheeks hard with the other.

"Bastards... I... I won't forgive you..." The baroness, already on the verge of death from Antony's brutal rape, still cursed.

"Slut!! Lick it all clean!!!" Antony suddenly shoved his penis, covered in semen, blood, and remnants of Martina's rectum, into the baroness's mouth!

"You dare... Ugh..." Martina's body leaned against the chair back, her head drooping, the angle of her mouth and neck allowing Antony's large penis to plunge deep into her throat! Her vicious curses immediately turned into muffled sobs.

Antony pressed his hands against the baroness's trembling face, thrusting rapidly and cruelly into her mouth. The pungent stench of semen, blood, and feces nearly made the Baroness vomit, and the suffocating sensation of Anthony's large penis shoving into her throat made her struggle desperately, her bound hands and feet writhing and convulsing wildly.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for?! This bitch is the enemy who killed our boss, we have to treat her well! You all take turns fucking this bitch's asshole!!" Anthony shouted, ravaging the Baroness's mouth as he ordered the others to take turns assaulting Madame Grotta.

Anthony's words nearly made the Baroness faint. Ignoring the penis ravaging her mouth, she desperately managed muffled whimpers and pleas.

"Ugh...no, ugh..." The Baroness writhed and moaned, her large, white buttocks shaking in a pathetic state. But then she felt two strong hands press down on her body, followed by a hard, hot object being thrust into her anus! Mrs. Grotta 　　writhed

in agony, her snow-white, alluring body being violated by two men, one in front and one behind. Two thick, dark penises were alternately thrust into her mouth and anus, a truly gruesome sight! 　　===

...

“Those guys, Anthony, should have interrogated that bitch Martina pretty well by now, right?” Laura thought as she dialed Anthony’s number.

“Hello? This is Black Star! Did that woman give the password?!” Laura asked, tilting her head and holding the phone between her hands while rubbing her smooth, white thighs.

“Boss! Black Star is asking about the password!!” The guy who answered the phone quickly covered the receiver and turned to Anthony, whispering the question.

Anthony was standing in the middle of the hall, watching his two men gang-rape Madame Glota through her mouth and anus. Hearing the guy’s words, he quickly signaled to the two men, who were still not satisfied, to release Martina, who was already on the verge of death from torture.

He strode over to the Baroness, who was naked and bent over, bound to a chair, and grabbed her face.

The Baroness’s face had completely lost its arrogance and haughtiness; her beautiful face was covered with a thick layer of viscous, white semen, almost obscuring her eyes and mouth. Saliva, tears, and semen streamed down her neck and onto the chair back, forming a large, sticky puddle.

"You filthy bitch! Black Star Woman wants us to ask you: what's the password for that thing in your secret passage?!" Anthony stared fiercely at the Baroness's filthy, disheveled face.

Madame Grotta, who had been nearly driven to unconsciousness by the gang rape and torture, was brought back to her senses by Anthony's question.

"So it was that filthy bitch Supergirl who ruined me! That damned Supergirl!!" Madame Grotta finally understood why she had ended up in such a state: Supergirl had handed her over to these guys to force her to reveal the password!

"I have to get revenge on that damned Supergirl! But how…" The Baroness's mind began to conjure up wicked schemes.

"You damned slut!! Tell me already!!" Anthony wanted to slap the Baroness a few times, but seeing Martina's face covered in semen, tears, and snot, he felt a wave of nausea.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! The password is 9-3-7-5-3-8-2.” The Baroness quickly rattled off a string of numbers.

Anthony walked triumphantly to the phone.

“My esteemed heroine, I, Anthony, will not let you down! That bitch has confessed: the password is 9-3-7-5-3-8-2!”

“What?!?!!” Laura’s mind immediately flashed back to her experience in the secret passage: she had just pressed a “9” and triggered the mechanism! That despicable and treacherous Baroness had deceived me!!

“Anthony!! That shameless woman is lying to you!! You interrogate her again!!!” Laura said sharply.

“What? She, she…” Anthony panicked, knowing that offending Superwoman would be disastrous.

“Heroine, don’t worry!! I will definitely get the real password from that bitch’s mouth!!” Anthony said frantically, but Laura had already hung up the phone.

Anthony stood there for a moment before turning back, pointing angrily at Martina and shouting,

"You damned bitch! You slut!! How dare you lie to me?! Hang this lowly bitch up!! Torture her mercilessly!!! I'll pry her mouth open!!!" Anthony roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he pointed at the terrified and bewildered Madame 　　Grotta 　　. 　　===

... Her naked, snow-white, full body was horribly tortured, bloody welts covering her plump, tender breasts and thighs, while her large buttocks and delicate back were a bloody mess. Aside from her face, smeared with snot and tears, there was hardly a spot on her body unscathed. 　　The Baroness's hands were tightly bound to a beam, the ropes digging deep into her slender wrists; a rag was stuffed into her mouth, yet she still managed to emit shrill, muffled screams; her shapely, long legs were also bound together, the flesh-colored stockings whipped and tattered like a tattered fishing net wrapped around her wounded legs; Madame Grotta's high heels had been knocked off, her feet dangling from the ground, swaying pitifully with each cruel lash of the leather belt. 　　Two of Antony's henchmen stood on either side of the suspended Madame Grotta, taking turns wielding wide leather belts and mercilessly whipping the woman. The belt slammed heavily against the Baroness's delicate body with a dull, tearing sound. The woman, subjected to severe torture, swayed from the blows, emitting pitiful screams and cries. 　　The two men torturing the Baroness were already panting heavily. Antony, cigar in hand and grinning maliciously, waved for them to stop. 　　Antony approached Madame Grotta and saw that she had been tortured beyond recognition: her full, delicate flesh was torn and bleeding, covered in bruises and swellings; her full breasts were swollen and red, like two mangled lumps of flesh; her thighs and buttocks were covered in blood, a gruesome sight, unrecognizable as the noble and beautiful Baroness she once was. 　　Madame Grotta's eyes were slightly open, her mouth gagged with rags, and she groaned intermittently. Her full chest, torn and bleeding from the belt, heaved violently; she was clearly not unconscious. 　　“You filthy bitch! Let’s see if you dare not tell the truth again!” Anthony said viciously, pulling out the rag that had been gagging the Baroness. 　　The Baroness hung her head miserably, her naked body swaying slightly from the torture, only groaning softly, ignoring Anthony’s questions. But she knew in her heart: the code was too important, and if she confessed, the consequences would be unimaginable. But she still couldn’t understand: why had Superwoman recognized the false code she gave so easily? 　　“Hurry up and talk! It seems you, you slut, deserve a beating!!” Anthony roared. 　　“No! Ouch, I, I’m being beaten to death, I can’t take it anymore!! Please, spare me! I’ll do anything! Don’t hit me anymore… Waaah…” Madame Grotta, who had never been tortured like this, had collapsed, but she dared not confess, only weeping and begging pitifully. 　　"You damned bitch! Then tell me already!!" 　　"I, I, I really don't know the password... Ah!!!!" Martina tried to evade the question, but Anthony pressed his cigar hard against her plump, bloodied buttocks, which were still raw from being whipped with a belt! A pungent smell of burning flesh emanated from her buttocks, and the arrogant and treacherous woman immediately let out a pig-like scream, her eyes rolling back as she fainted! 　　"Wake this bitch up!!" 　　Immediately, a man stepped forward, grabbed the unconscious Baroness by the hair, and slapped her hard across both sides, making her groan and wake up. 　　"Spare me... Ouch, ouch... Please... Ah!!!!" Madame Grotta was pleading pitifully when she suddenly felt Anthony press his relit cigar hard against her inner thigh, and she screamed loudly again! 　　Seeing that the Baroness hadn't fainted this time, Anthony grinned maliciously. He lit the cigar again, took a few deep drags, and suddenly grabbed Martina's battered leg, pressing the cigar hard against her bare foot!

"Ah!!! Have mercy!!" Martina trembled violently in pain, letting out terrible screams and cries!

"Bitch!!" Anthony cursed viciously, burning Madame Grotta's chest with his cigar again!

The Baroness screamed, her body convulsing before she fainted again.

"Wake her up again!"

"Have pity on me!! Don't torture me anymore!! Waaah..." Martina cried out loudly, snot and tears streaming down her face, looking utterly pathetic.

"Gag this bitch!! Since she won't talk, fine! You all take turns fucking her!! Fuck her hard!! Tear this filthy bitch's asshole and cunt to shreds, fuck her to death!!!" Anthony grinned savagely.

"No, no, no!!! I, I'll talk!!!" When the Baroness saw one of the men actually grab a rag to gag her, she immediately felt a terrible despair and terror. She could no longer hold on and screamed loudly.

"You slut, finally you've spoken?! But let me tell you: this is your last chance! If you dare to lie to me again, I'll have my men beat me to death and dump me in the mountains!!!" 　　"

I won't lie to you anymore... I'll talk..." The Baroness completely broke down 　　. Tortured to the point of near death, she now only 　　hoped to survive the brutal abuse of these men; she cared about nothing else 　　. === ... 　　"Oh?! Can you guarantee it's true this time?!" Laura was also excited. 　　Anthony turned his head, holding the microphone, to look at the Baroness. 　　Madame Grotta was now kneeling on a small tea table, her naked, scarred, and alluring body exposed, like a bitch. Her hands were tied behind her back, her legs were spread apart, and her head was buried between the legs of a man sitting in a chair in front of her. She was painfully sucking on his large penis, occasionally letting out indistinct moans and whimpers. Semen and saliva mixed together, covering her mouth, hair, face, and neck. 　　The man standing behind the Baroness gripped her scarred, fat buttocks and thrust hard into her anus, which was already red and swollen beyond recognition. Lady Grotta's naked legs, covered in whip marks and cigarette burns, were oozing sticky, white semen. Combined with the purplish-blue welts on her back and buttocks, she looked utterly pathetic. 　　Anthony looked at the Baroness, cruelly raped and toyed with by his two men; her expression was filled with pain, despair, and sorrow, completely devoid of any will to resist. 　　"Don't worry, heroine! I guarantee that bitch is telling the truth this time!" Anthony said smugly. 　　"Alright then! The woman is yours, but don't kill her!" Although Laura hated Martina intensely, she could roughly imagine the arrogant woman's current miserable state. After all, they were both women, and even Supergirl felt a pang of pity. 　　"Don't worry, we'll treat this woman well!" Anthony's words were extremely lewd, making Laura feel nauseous. She cursed the rogue inwardly and hung up the phone. 　　"Let it get dark quickly..." Excitement gleamed in Laura's eyes.

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