**Chapter 12: Descent into Depravity**

As Jackson's eyes locked onto Nikki, a spark of primal desire ignited within him, and he reached out to pull her onto the bed beside Ashley. Nikki's eyes widened in anticipation as Jackson's hands grasped her hips, pulling her close as he positioned himself behind her. With a swift motion, he plunged into her, his cock sliding into a channel that was even tighter than Ashley's. Nikki's body stiffened, her muscles contracting around Jackson's shaft as he began to pound into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as she screamed "Daddy" over and over, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her cries. The words that spilled from her lips were laced with a filth that would have made Ashley blush, but Jackson just reveled in her degeneracy, his own words growing nastier, more depraved, as he drove her to new heights of ecstasy. "You're my little slut, aren't you?" Jackson growled, his breath hot against Nikki's ear. "You're my dirty little toy, and I'm going to break you." 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. As Jackson's thrusts grew more intense, Nikki's body began to convulse, her muscles locking as she screamed her release to the world. The sound of her climax was like music to Jackson's ears, and he responded by driving into her even harder, his own body on the verge of collapse. 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. As Nikki's body slumped forward, spent, Jackson pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned to Ashley, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity, and growled, "Now it's my turn to watch." Ashley's smile grew wider as she nodded, her eyes flashing with a knowing light. And with that, the three of them settled in for a twisted game of voyeurism, each one lost in their own world of desire and depravity.