She shuddered as she looked down and saw his thick, knobby-headed prick nearing her gaping pussy-lips. He held her wide open. She couldn't turn or move to avoid the massive crown of his cock as he poked forward and entered her. He didn't even try to be gentle. He rammed balls deep all the way up her seething cunt. She had to scream in pain. He was too big.
Too big!
His prick spread her soft inner membranes to the breaking point. She hadn't experienced such pain since she'd had her cherry popped. His prick stretched her in every direction. Just as she thought she was expanding enough to take his huge girth, he pulled out.
And that was almost as bad as the sudden, raping entry into her cunt. She gasped at the suction he formed behind his cock. It felt as if he were dragging her guts out.
She cried openly now. The hunger in her cunt was being stroked by the man's driving, fucking cock. Rut it wasn't the softness she had come to enjoy – even hate. He was virtually raping her. She didn't want him fucking her like this, certainly not with her hands tied over her head.
He bent her into an arch that made her tits collapse onto her chest. She had to gasp for air every time she sucked in a breath. Her hands were going numb from lack of circulation. And her cunt burned. Oh, how her cunt burned from that fucking entry he'd made!
'Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?'
'You know. Goddamn, you stupid cunt, you should know by now!'
She felt his prick surge back into her. She didn't want this. She didn't want him forcing sex on her. And yet she found herself even more excited by this than before. The chase had been brief, but it had turned her on in a big way.
And now she couldn't stop him from fucking her. Before, she knew who was in control – she'd been. Each time they'd fucked, she was the one who had been calling the shots. And she had begun hating the man for it. She had figured he was too easily manipulated. She could make him do anything she wanted simply by withholding sex and denying his cock entry into her mouth or asshole or cunt.
No longer. He knew what he wanted and he was taking it. And she loved him all the more for it. Even while she was hating it, what he was doing, what he stood for, she loved it.
Confused, tears rolled unashamedly down her cheeks. She tried to brush them away, but she had forgotten her hands were securely bound to the table on which he was brutally fucking her.
His grip on her ass had tightened. As long as he didn't let her put her hips on the table, she couldn't possibly have any control at all over the fucking. She couldn't move from side to side, she could lift up and cram her snatch down around his impaling spike of hard-driven cock.
All these things were denied her.
And she loved it even more.
His fingers cut into her soft assflesh as he bounced her up and down on his prick. She felt the pressure mounting on her shoulders and neck as he bent her farther and farther back in his effort to get the maximum pressure all around his prick.
'Stop it!' she begged. 'You're killing me!'
'Hell, no, baby, I'm fucking you! This is what I should have done a long time ago.'
His cock split her cunt-lips squarely. His long rod of jerking, steely hard prick sailed all the way up into her cunt and buried itself in the steamy flesh. There was no defense she could mount to stop him.
His ugly red cock drilled deeper and deeper into her softly yielding, bound body. Almost bent double now, she had to struggle for each breath. Her upper legs were being shoved down mercilessly into her tits. This would have normally excited her. Not now.
Her cunt was stretched taut around his prick – wide open and as taut as a cunt can get. He was the one pleasuring himself. He didn't worry about if she were enjoying the fucking or not. He had bothered himself with that for too long.
Now was the time to get his rocks off and in a big way. The other fucking had been good, but he was coming to realize exactly how she'd been controlling his every move. She liked this, so he did it.
Now he was capable of doing what he wanted and to hell with her. He'd been her pawn for too long. She'd been using him as nothing more than a warm, fucking dildo. A plastic rod would have suited her purposes just as well.
No longer.
He fucked even deeper into her wide-spread pussy. His finger ripped at the soft flesh of her ass, spreading the cheeks, trying to twist them off her body. This tightened up the flesh around her cunt which made her pussy snap down hard on his prick.
He knew this was no virgin cunt he was fucking. But it felt like one. His entire prick was surrounded by the hot, clutching pussy walls. Juices leaked out around the thick plug of his cock as he fucked back and forth and he'd never felt more excited in his life.
She was beginning to feel the full effect of his brutal fucking. Her cunt was screaming for relief from the hard-driving cock. He could feel her pussy walls clamping down with impressive strength all around him. This only spurred him on. Her fear made the fucking even more enjoyable. The look in her eyes was something that had never been there before. The stark terror was a good to the man.
He fucked even harder.
Feeling her wince with every stroke deep into her cunt made him into a giant. He was invincible. He was the stud of all studs. And she deserved what she was getting from him. She deserved it and he was enjoying her horror to the utmost.
'Feel my cock, you dumb cunt? Feel it all the way up that twat of yours? You're gonna get more of it, I promise!'
'No, don't do this to meeeee!'
He smirked. This was the best he'd felt in almost a week. No longer was she able to use him as her toy. He was the one in command now – and he'd be damned if he was going to let loose the reins of such power over the woman.
In a way she didn't understand, Diane was actually enjoying this, too. It was degrading and even terrifying to her and that was what turned her on the most. She needed this kind of treatment. She needed to know that a man cared for her – a real man and not some pliable wimp who could be twisted around her finger.
Matt was showing himself to her as a true man, virile and capable of taking what he wanted.
Sure, the ropes bit unmercifully into her wrists making her hands turn blue and numb as he fucked her, but that didn't really matter. She was spread wide open – painfully so – so that he could better fuck her. Maybe rape was a better name for it. But she didn't care.
She enjoyed this in a perverted way. She wanted to be used, even abused by her man. There was none of the confusion in the man-woman roles in this. None at all. She cursed a society so intent on erasing all differences between men and women.
She loved being a woman and she loved a man who could do such a thing to her, even while it frightened her.
Her cunt was achingly aware of his huge prick driving deep into it. The friction had long since burned away her cunt fluids. And the heat seeping into agitated cunt finally took its toll on her.
She came. And it was an orgasm like she'd only dreamed about. She thought a come of this intensity was something dreamed up by the writers of the romantic books she read.
It wasn't. It was for real and she got it, while she was being virtually raped.
He dropped her ass to the table and let her legs dangle over the edge. Looking down at her supine figure, he said, 'So you really got off on it, huh? Look at my prick, slut! Look at it!'
She licked her lips as she saw his prick was still erect. His boner was so huge she wondered how it could have gotten so swollen. It had felt bigger than ever inside her but this was a monster!
'I didn't get off I still want to fuck you until I do. And you know what?'
'What?'
'You're not going to have any say at all about this. I'm the one who'll decide. Me and no one else. How's that grab you?'
'You beast!' she screamed.
