hairlined mouth of her unready and reluctant vagina.
'Aggghhh!' Dianne grunted as he ground the hate-filled cudgel into her unprepared channel without benefit of mercy, ramming it into the barely moist, raw sensitive flesh with a wicked rush that left her gasping for breath. She tried desperately to put her hands between them, to grasp his hips and hold them back, but he pinned her arms down and held them there.
His penis tore into her, scraping her tight vaginal walls painfully, causing the passage to contract and squeeze desperately around him as if it were trying to force him out as he thundered into her. He, too, gasped, at the sudden deliciously clamping enclosure hugging his rigid cock and he continued to pound deeper and deeper into her, forcing the warm, moistening flesh of her cunt in rolling ridges before it.
Lying helpless and dominated in under him, Dianne started to cry, completely going to pieces, but now firmly embedded in her, he began to fuck her pitilessly, trying to hurt her, she was certain, bending her thighs back to her shoulders, raising far out of her then thrusting right up to the cervix with brutal jabs so that she coughed and choked with the abrupt agony and humiliation.
'Oh… oh… Phillip… Phillip… my God, you're hurting me terribly!'
'Good! Good! You bitch! That should make it somewhat even!' he sneered down at her, panting and snarling, his strong fingers digging and gouging into her soft white flesh as he twisted her body this way and that, trying to stuff the expanding circumference of her hole. Then, he was plunging to such depths in her that at the apex of every lunge a spasm of torment jolted through her loins, and she bit at her lower lip and rocked her head back and forth on the blanket in an effort to endure it.
'Oh… please, please, Phillip…'
'Please what? You're no Godamned virgin!' he spat at her. 'How many filthy pricks have shot their loads in this slut-hole of yours anyway? A dozen… two-dozen… or maybe you've lost count! Hell, this is just another fuck, pig… just another fuck!'
'No… no! It isn't true, Phillip… I swear… Ooooooh, Dear God, please, you're killing me…!' she pleaded. 'I beg you…'
But he ignored her, beginning to go wild with passion and bitterness, his rock-hard penis battering into her with vicious, relentless strokes, his face a twisted mask of sadistic hate. His hands clawed and tortured her flesh and she writhed painfully away from them. She couldn't believe the horror of his attack as he drove deeper and deeper into her with each buffeting of his hips. His prick hammered into the moist clinging passage, his balls smacking resoundingly into the smooth crevice of her ass. Suddenly his hands went beneath her to cruelly cup the soft, white mounds of her buttocks, and he dug his fingers deep into her anal crevice.
'Oh, my God almighty!' she screamed. 'Stop! Stop!'
She might just as well not have spoken, for he ravaged her with unheeding savagery, twisting his hips and crashing his throbbing organ deeper into her from every angle, feeling the swollen head tear at the lining of her raw vagina, raising gasps of bitter lust from him to match the moans of pain, degradation, guilt and misery from her own contorted lips.
The tender walls of her womanhood felt as if they were ablaze, her whole womb and belly being gutted and destroyed by the inferno of his hate-filled lust. Oh, dear God… it was too much… too much! She wished she could die! There was nothing left…!
Suddenly, he was ripping at the front of her dress, clawing at her bra until his hands found her soft, white breasts, and he began to maul her like an animal. His nails ground into her supple flesh and raked at the tiny erect buds of her nipples fiendishly. He squeezed harder and harder and she knew, even through her agony, she'd be a mass of purple and black bruises as her chest constricted from the pain…
It happened then, in the very midst of what she had thought was a never ending nightmare that would live with her forever. She saw the tears streaming freely down his sensitive face, his lips drawn back baring his teeth in a grimace of mental anguish. He was crying! He stopped fucking into her and she felt his hot tears dripping onto her exposed breasts…
'Jesus Christ! What am I doing?' he blurted at her, shaking his head as if in sheer disbelief. He didn't see her, even though he gaped down at her.
She lay beneath him unmoving, momentarily welcoming the respite in his savage rape of her aching body. Her mouth opened and closed as little gasps of breath gulped from her tortured lungs. His tears continued to wet her breasts hotly and she saw his chest convulse with a sob. At that moment, something lumped up into her own throat to choke her as her whole being seemed to overflow with pity, love and understanding of him; she reached upward for him, pulling him down tightly upon her.
'My darling, my darling!' she moaned, covering his slender, handsome face with wet, warm, sobbing kisses. 'Oh Phillip… what have we done to each other…?'
For a brief moment, he lay as if stunned, succumbing to her words and caresses of love, then, with a jerk, he freed himself from her arms and raised up over her again. He gaped down at her, his hardened rod of flesh still lewdly connecting them together.
'You bitch! You dirty filthy bitch of a whore!' He shook his head wildly, hatefully, his mouth spread in a bloodless leer of vicious hatred. 'You don't understand, do you? You can't realize how a man could feel that he's lowering himself by stooping to animalism… by stooping to your level! It's hard for you to understand that I think of you as dirt, isn't it?'
'Oh Phillip…'
'Isn't it, bitch?' he spat at her. 'You pig! You slut! You rotten cunt-whore! You make me sick to my stomach… but I'm going to finish… I'm going to shoot my load of hate as deep as I can into that hole of yours and hope to God you're knocked up… Because then, my kid could grow up and learn to hate you as much as I do!'
'Oh God, Phillip darling, stop it… stop it!' she begged, her own tears dribbling down her soft cheeks. 'You don't know what you're saying…'
'Don't I? Bitch! Whore! Cunt! Slut!' he half screamed, beginning to fuck into her once more like a demented fiend.
'Agggghhhh… oooohhhh… pleeeaaassseee… oooohhhh!' Dianne cried out as suddenly he used brute force to ram her legs back over her head and pounded his fury-incited long, thick cock into the already ravaged depths of her vagina.
She screamed and screamed as he continued to ram into her, breaking beyond all reasonable barriers, the swollen head of his prick pummeling and mashing her every intricate part. She begged and pleaded, wept as might a ravished child at the insane force and cruelness of his inhuman attack. Oh God, how he hated her! How he hated her!
He came then… with a sudden wet, hot relief that was almost too much for him to shoulder. He shot into her, into the very depths of her belly, knowing the clam-like mouth of her womb was open to him… shot into her in shattering long jets of hot, white sperm that spewed, and squirted and squirted, emptying all of the pent-up bitter hate of months in one great overwhelming release that Dianne could do nothing to avert… and she lay beneath him helpless, filled with shame, guilt and remorse, degraded, humiliated… destroyed… absorbing deep in her belly the life-giving liquid of this boy she had loved so much deep in the core of her battered and bruised body.
When it was done, he immediately kneeled back from her. Slowly, she let her legs down on either side of him. He stood, gaping down at her in the half-light as he straightened himself, finally zipping his trousers.
'It's done,' he said coldly. 'A… a kind of vendetta fulfilled. Now, I don't give a Godamn. Die if you want to, bitch. My debt has been taken care of.'
'Ph-Phillip… oh Phillip… please listen…' Dianne heard her own feeble voice and could hardly believe it. She raised to her elbows and saw her splayed legs, her naked breasts… the obscenity of herself. Again, tears gushed down her cheeks. 'Ph-Phillip, please listen to me…'
'Get up, pig. Now, I'll take you to the Coleman Mansion but don't speak to me again. Just get up and do whatever you have to do. I'll be in the car waiting. You've got five minutes.'
He bent down and pulled the blanket from beneath her and she watched him walking away folding it. Then, slowly she got to her knees, the agony of her assaulted loins sending electrifying spasm of pain through her. Her vision was still blurred from her wet eyes as she tried to adjust her appearance, and as she stood, she felt her inner-thighs saturated wetly from the still warm drenching of his curse-filled semen that was seeping slowly down her legs from between the inflamed lips of her vagina.
For one brief moment, she lowered her head and prayed; then, she straightened, chin high, and walked to
