As we stepped inside the small house, the atmosphere instantly shifted from playful lust to something heavier, more dangerous. The cozy exterior hid what was really going on inside.

We knocked softly. The door opened almost immediately.

Grace stood there, eyes widening slightly as she saw her boss, me, and Angela behind us. "Boss..."

Diana walked in confidently, heels clicking on the wooden floor. "Did you find Linda and Selena?"

Grace nodded quickly, closing the door behind us and locking it. "Yeah, boss... they’re inside the room."

I glanced down the short hallway. Through the open doorway, I could see four armed women standing guard — all of them holding guns casually but ready. Grace herself had a pistol tucked in her waistband. The tension in the air was thick.

Grace lowered her voice, glancing at Diana. "Boss... I still think we should retreat from America. Things are getting too hot here."

Diana raised a hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "Okay, okay... I know. Don’t worry. I’ve got this under control. Just relax."

Grace nodded reluctantly and stepped aside.

Diana strode into the room like she owned the place. Linda and Selena were sitting on the edge of the bed, looking exhausted and full of despair. The moment Linda saw Diana, her face twisted with rage, and she lashed out.

"You... You are the devil!" Linda spat, voice shaking. "You killed so many people... Don’t you have any humanity left?"

Diana chuckled coldly, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Didn’t they come to ’save’ you and attack us first? If anyone is responsible for the blood, it’s you two. You dragged them into this."

Linda opened her mouth to argue, but then noticed Angela standing behind us. Her eyes widened in recognition and shock. She shut up immediately, the fight draining from her face.

Diana smirked, stepping closer to the bed. She looked down at Linda with a mix of amusement and cruel teasing.

"I don’t think you actually want to go back to your pathetic husband, do you?" Diana said sweetly, tilting her head. "I heard all about your life with him. So pitiful... cold bed, boring nights, no real pleasure. Why don’t you just surrender to my nephew?"

She gestured toward me with a wicked smile.

"Be his woman. Let him fuck you properly again, as he did before. He can make you happy. He can make both of you happy. All you have to do is submit... spread your legs and accept your new place."

Selena stayed silent, cheeks burning with shame, but Linda’s hands clenched into fists on her lap. Her breathing was heavy, torn between fury and the undeniable memories of what I had done to her body last time.

Angela remained quiet behind me, watching the entire scene with a complicated expression — part arousal, part unease.

Diana turned to me, her eyes gleaming with lust and pure control. She placed a possessive hand on my chest and spoke loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"What do you think, Dexter? Should we break them in tonight... right here in this little house? Or do you want to take your time and make them beg for your cock first?"

Linda’s face burned with shame and anger. She glared at me and snapped, "It’s you... You must have given us drugs... otherwise we would have never done that. Never!"

Diana let out a low, mocking chuckle. "Oh, honey, don’t you really know whether you were given drugs or not?" She pulled out her phone and waved it teasingly.

"I remember very clearly when your own daughter was on her knees sucking your asshole while you moaned like a bitch in heat. You looked quite happy, Linda. I still have that video... would you like me to play it for everyone?"

Linda’s eyes widened in horror. "Don’t..."

Before Linda could react, Angela moved fast. She shoved Linda hard by the shoulders, forcing the older woman onto her back on the bed with a surprised gasp. In the same fluid motion, Angela grabbed both of Linda’s ankles, yanked her legs high up into the air, and spread them wide apart in a vulgar M-shape.

"W-wait—! What are you—?!" Linda panicked, her voice cracking.

Angela didn’t hesitate. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Linda’s pants and roughly dragged them down her thighs in one aggressive pull. The fabric slid over Linda’s smooth skin, bunching up around her knees before Angela tore them completely off and tossed them aside.

Linda’s panties were now completely exposed to the entire room.

The thin, light-colored fabric was utterly ruined — soaked through with a large, dark wet patch that clung obscenely to her swollen pussy lips. The material had become semi-transparent from how drenched she was, clearly outlining the shape of her puffy labia and the hard little nub of her clit. A thick string of her arousal had already leaked out, slowly dripping down toward her asshole.

Linda’s eyes widened in pure panic and humiliation. Her face instantly flushed a deep, burning crimson that spread all the way down her neck and chest.

"N-no...! Don’t—!!" she cried out, her voice trembling with embarrassment. She desperately tried to close her legs, but Angela’s firm grip kept them spread obscenely wide, putting her soaked cunt on full display for me, Diana, Grace, and the other armed women.

"Oh my god..." Linda whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please... stop looking... I’m not— I’m not wet... this isn’t—!!"

But her body betrayed her completely. As she squirmed in shame, another visible gush of wetness seeped through the already ruined panties, making the dark spot grow even larger. The fabric stuck lewdly to every fold of her pussy, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Angela smirked and pointed directly at the evidence, her finger hovering just above the soaked crotch.

"Lying is not a good habit," Angela said slowly, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Look at this pathetic mess. Your panties are completely drenched. You’re literally leaking all over yourself just from being manhandled and talked down to. Does being exposed like a cheap whore turn you on that much, Linda?"

Linda let out a mortified sob, twisting her hips uselessly. The movement only made her soaked panties rub against her swollen clit, causing her to bite her lip hard to suppress a moan. Fresh arousal continued to leak out of her, slowly soaking the bedsheet underneath.

Diana laughed softly, clearly enjoying the show. She stepped closer and ran two fingers teasingly over the wet fabric, pressing it between Linda’s pussy lips. Linda jerked violently at the touch.

"See that, Dexter?" Diana purred. "She’s absolutely sopping. Her body remembers exactly how good your cock felt. She can lie with her mouth, but her cunt can’t hide the truth."

Linda was shaking with humiliation, tears of embarrassment glistening in her eyes even as her hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch against Angela’s hold. Her soaked panties continued to betray her with every throb of her pussy.

Angela kept Linda’s legs pinned high and wide, presenting her like a gift. She looked back at me with flushed cheeks and hungry eyes.

"She’s ready for you," Angela said, voice thick with arousal. "You can just pull these filthy panties to the side and bury every inch inside her. She’s already dripping enough to take you balls-deep."