merciless attack. I wanted to run away. I wanted to defend myself, but I was helpless and exhausted. I was totally at his mercy.
He backed me into a corner and then walked to the other side of the room.
'Crawl, you filthy, useless pig. Crawl to me on your hands and knees. Beg for the privilege of being sodomized by a real man.'
My mind and pride cried out to resist. I was a woman. I was a human. I had rights. I shouldn't have to crawl and grovel like a dog-especially not to be further abused and humiliated. My body had given up. I was afraid my heart would give out if he hit me with that prodder again.
I crawled to him. I kept my head down and my eyes on the floor. I felt my boobs bouncing painfully from my chest. I felt the burning agony of my open, dry cunt as my ass swayed back and forth like a cow's. My matted, tangled and frizzled hair hung in my eyes and acted like blinders as I worked my way to him.
'Kiss my feet!'
I lowered myself slowly, trying to push the rebellion out of my mind. His feet stunk. I kissed both of them.
'Now my ass-with your tongue!'
I raised up. The man turned around, bent over and spread his cheeks. I looked at his hairy shit-hole. It was dirty. It smelled. His balls hung in view. I gritted my teeth, and forced myself to do it.
Grinning triumphantly, he turned. Spitting in my face, he demanded that I beg to be fucked in the asshole.
'Please… ' I whispered. 'Please ram your cock up my ass.
'Louder!'
'Please… ' I choked. 'Please ram your cock up my ass.
'Louder!'
'Please screw me in the butt!' I cried hoarsely.
'Describe what you want me to do,' he chuck led.
'I. I want you to go fuck yourself!' I sobbed defiantly.
A foot caught me squarely in the breast. He kicked me again in the ribs. He smashed his foot into my stomach, my twat, my arms and my legs.
'Describe what you want me to do,' he growled.
'Please sir, please stick your cock against my little asshole. Push your big dick clear to the bottom. Ram it back and forth until I have the honor of pleasing you,' I sobbed hopelessly.
'That's better, pig,' the man laughed. 'Suck on my pecker first.'
Every muscle in my body burned and shook from the brutal stomping he'd just given me. I struggled desperately. Finally I got to my hands and knees. I braced myself against him and pulled myself up a little. Resting against his legs, I hugged his ass and lifted myself into position.
I'd never been so completely humbled. I'd had to crawl, beg and now use every ounce of strength I could muster to commit an act of love with a
man I despised.
I pushed my filthy red hair out of my face. My arms were shaking. I was weaving back and forth weakly. It took one hell of a big effort to clear the pain fog away and open my mouth enough to stick his roaring-hard cock in.
The cock tasted salty against my dry tongue. It took several seconds before his juices made up for the saliva that should have been there. I don't know how he could have enjoyed it. My lips were dry and cracked instead of soft. My tongue was swollen so big that he couldn't get the penetration he wanted. I was too weak to move well.
I let his cock run in and out and awkwardly tried to move my tongue around. He got so impatient that lie jabbed me hard. The cock forced its way to the back of my mouth. Buzzing lights swam in front of me and I collapsed.
The man didn't have any mercy. He rolled me onto my stomach and dragged my ass into the air. I felt his meat press against my cum-crusted asshole. I heard my own whimpering as he drove his prick into my raw hole.
I felt the loud smack of his hand as it crashed into my hips. It seemed so unreal. It took a long time for the warm burning sensation to come from my reddened skin and tell me that it hurt. He let go of my ass and followed me forward as I slid along on my face and tits. He locked his legs on the outside of mine. I could feel his shaft rubbing my bruised buttocks and crack.
He fucked me in the most brutal way he could. He made sure I felt every degrading jolt. He slammed his pelvis into my ass as hard as he could. I felt his burning dick filing the crusted jism from my hole. I felt it pound deep inside me as my belly smacked the concrete loudly. I felt the sharp jolts of my hip and pelvic bones grating against the floor.
He rested all of his weight on my back. My tits were mashed cruelly under me. He pulled my ass into the air. He poised himself and smashed down. My hips cracked viciously into the cold, hard surface and made me moan in agony.
I lay helplessly beneath him. I was too weak to struggle and in too much pain to think of anything else. Again and again he hammered me into the deck. I could feel the excitement in his strong legs. I could feel the thrill in his balls as they rested against my thighs. I wanted to get his delicate nuts between my aching legs and crush them so bad I could taste it. My fear of him was too great.
The excitement was growing inside him. He'd paid good money for the privilege of making me suffer. He was getting his money's worth. He stopped trying to punish me. The thrill of need took over. His strokes became longer and longer. The slick shaft was speeding back and forth, faster and faster. His balls were smacking my thighs with more urgency.
The man rested all his weight on my back again
and his cock became a blur of motion. His cock was going in and out of my asshole with such speed that my numb mind couldn't keep track of it. I felt his rod expand and shoot. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was sure it was over. He pulled out and got up. His cum began to run from my asshole and drip into my yawning cunt.
My mind reeled as he reached under me. Grabbing one of my tits, he rolled me over. He wasn't done. He wiped his shit-covered dick off in my hair. He pressed my bruised boobs together and straddled my stomach, then pressed his limp meat between them and began to stretch it hard again. He kept working until his cock was semi- erect. I tried to protest. All I could do was moan.
He got up. Reaching to my cum-covered cunt, he grabbed me by my pussy hair and lifted me clear off the floor before dropping me. New pain flashed and swelled inside, adding to the agony already there.
The man stood over me and began to jack his dick. I stared at him numbly. He couldn't possibly hurt me worse now. There was nothing left that could make me feel more pain-or was there?
He turned his back on me for a minute. When he turned around, I took one look at his cock and screamed until I couldn't force another sound from my tortured throat. I don't know where my strength came from. I found enough to scoot to the farthest corner of the room and cower there.
The man had strapped a big, rough leather sleeve
over his pecker. It was studded with shiny brass beads. Not the kind that would rip the flesh and draw blood, but the kind that would add another dimension to the pain I had already suffered.
The sleeve was heavy and made the rigid dick droop and sway as he came for me. His eyes were unnaturally bright. He was drooling. His face was twisted in pure lust. He grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me to the center of the room. I was twisting and clawing at the floor in an effort to get away.
The minute he released my ankle, I used every ounce of strength and will power I had left. I staggered to my feet and stumbled to the wall. He lunged after me. I scooted crablike along the length of it. He walked slowly after me. My fear and terror were making him hotter and hotter. He kept it up until my legs finally gave out and I crumpled in the corner again.
My tormentor grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back to the center of the room. He knelt by my face and twisted my hair until I opened my eyes and looked at the thing he was going to ram inside me. It was bulky. It made his dick almost as big as the donkey's. The rough side of the leather was on the outside. The brass studs would probe without tearing, but I could image the pain they would cause. It would take a long time for him to
