**Chapter 13: "Depraved Trysts"**

Depraved Trysts Jackson's hands gripped Nikki's breasts like a vice, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he pounded into her with a relentless ferocity. Her body was a mess of sweat and desire, her eyes rolling back in her head as she screamed out her pleasure. "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" she chanted, her voice a husky, seductive whisper. "I'm your little slut, I'm your dirty little toy!" The words only seemed to fuel Jackson's lust, his thrusts growing harder, faster, as he drove Nikki to new heights of ecstasy. Her body was a blur of motion, her hips bucking wildly as she tried to keep up with his pace. "Faster, daddy, yesss daddy!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her cries. Ashley, meanwhile, sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes fixed on Nikki and Jackson with a detached curiosity. She was fucking herself with a huge dildo, her movements slow and deliberate as she watched the scene unfold. Her face was a mask of calm, but her eyes betrayed a growing excitement, a sense of anticipation that seemed to build with every passing moment. As Jackson's thrusts grew more intense, Nikki's screams grew louder, more insistent. "It hurts so good, daddy!" she cried, her body convulsed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "I'm your little slut, I'm your dirty little toy!" Her words were laced with a filth that seemed to drive Jackson even harder, his cock slamming into her with a force that left her breathless. The air was thick with the stench of their lust, heavy with the weight of their collective degeneracy. And yet, despite the sordid nature of their activities, there, was a sense of freedom, a sense of release, that hung in the air like a palpable thing. Nikki's body was a mess of sweat and desire, her eyes rolling back in her head as she screamed out her pleasure. "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" she chanted, her voice a husky, seductive whisper. "I'm your little slut, I'm your dirty little toy!" The words seemed to drive Jackson even harder, his thrusts growing more intense, more ferocious. As the scene reached its crescendo, Jackson's face twisted into a snarl of primal desire. His eyes locked onto Nikki's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, in a sudden movement, Jackson pulled Nikki close, his arms wrapped around her like a vice. "You're my little slut," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "My dirty little toy." Nikki's response was a garbled mess of moans and screams, her body bucking wildly as Jackson continued to ravage her. Ashley, meanwhile, sat cross-legged in front of them, a huge dildo pressed to her cunt as she fucked herself with a look of detached curiosity. Her eyes flicked between Nikki and Jackson, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched the scene unfold. The room was thick with the smell of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the weight of their collective degeneracy. And yet, despite the sordid nature of their activities, there was a sense of freedom, a sense of release, that hung in the air like a palpable thing.