the way her pussy lips jerked and twitched as he inserted the rod up her cunt.
'You're not frothy yet,' he accused. 'Get excited over my rod or I shall really punish you!'
How could she possibly get juiced up in the cunt over what he was doing to her? That was impossible – or was it?
As the rod began twisting around inside her, she felt the vague stirrings of lust. This was so totally unexpected she was surprised by it. Pier tits hurt horribly from the beating he had given them. The red welts stood out like red lines on a road map where the wooden rod had smashed into tender titflesh. And her arms and legs were aching from simply having her weight hung on them.
But this!
It was obscene!
And she was getting off on it. The stick went another inch into her cunt. Then another and another. She felt her softly clutching pussy walls recoil in horror at the first rough touch of the wood stick. Then she actually felt her cunt oils begin to seep from her twat.
She was responding to him!
It didn't seem possible, yet it was happening. She hated herself for this. She shouldn't help get his sick thrills.
But she was.
Looking straight up into the overhead mirror, she could see everything he was doing to her. The sagging body, the ugly red welts all over her belly and tits, the aroused nipples, even her pinkly scalloped cunt lips spreading wide apart to lewdly kiss the wood rod stuffed into her cunt.
She wanted to die.
She felt the end of the rod nudge hard into the top of her cunt. No man had a cock long enough to reach that far into her guts. The three foot stick was both slender enough and long enough to drive hard all the way into her guts.
And Mr. Valentine did just that with it.
Swinging her back and forth, he began fucking her with the rod and the motion of her own body. She was sure he was ripping her apart inside. That was the way her cunt walls felt. The thin oozing had to be blood. Nothing else would seep out of her cunt like that.
Finally, Mr. Valentine said, 'I think you are ready for my cock. I shall fuck you now.'
She watched it sick horror as the man got up onto the bed, jerked down his zipper to reveal his rigid cock and then moved forward. No matter how she turned her head, she could see part of the scene reflected in the mirrors. Overhead, to the sides, down her body, all of it came directly to her. She had never felt more helpless in her life as when he stuffed his prick into her cunt.
Still, this was better than having that damnable wooden rod inside her. This was living, jerking, pulsating cock. It was all-male and virile. She could bear this. It was so much better than the other things he had done to her.
Or she thought she could bear up under this fucking.
She was wrong. Mr. Valentine had more than simple fucking in mind when he drove his long, hard cock into her twat.
His cock was buried balls deep in her convulsing pussy. Then he began applying his rod to her fleshy ass. He whipped her lightly at first, then with harder and harder strokes. She felt her assflesh warming under the rod.
Then it was turning a fierce red, blistering under the onslaught of the wood rod. And her cunt was tightening up around his prick as a result. She found herself both liking and hating this.
She hated the pain, but the delight surging into her cunt! It was a positive-negative feeling. The girl tried to concentrate on all the good feelings he was creating in her body.
Beating her ass had made his prick seem larger and larger in her pussy until she could barely stand it. When he began moving slowly back and forth, lightly fucking her, she came. It wasn't anything she could hold back, either. It was all too intense for her to bottle up inside for later.
'So you like this little fucking, eh? Now we will really fuck and I shall see if you like that!'
'Yes, oh sweet Jesus, yes! Fuck me good!'
She could forget the pain in her arms and legs. She could forget how he had beaten her across the tender tits and vulnerable belly. She could even push it out of her mind how he had beaten her ass to get her cunt to tighten up around his prick.
As long as he fucked her well, that was all she cared about.
But again, the teenager didn't reckon on the man's nasty streak. A simple fucking wasn't his style. Everything he did bad to involve pain – the pain of others.
He started fucking her with longer and longer strokes. At first, this was heaver for the girl. Then her body started to swing to and fro. The pressure on her shoulders and hips increased. She felt as if he were ripping her apart at the cunt. Her legs ached and her arms were leaden. Even holding her head up was becoming a real strain. Tiny demons of pain danced across her shoulders and leaped on her neck.
She hurt all over.
While her cunt was experiencing some of the most stimulating, pleasurable feelings imaginable.
Mr. Valentine gave both pleasure and pain – but the pain always had the edge in intensity.
The teenaged girl was able to compare how the pain was so much worse than the pleasure. And the contrast made her orgasm again. His cock was simply too large in her tight cunt for her to ignore.
He fucked faster and faster into her yawning pussy. The power of each stroke made her swing back in a larger arc. When her body smashed into his, their crotches ground together in an erotic mesh. And the lewd squishy noise of his cock spearing deeply into her liquid cunt filled her ears. Everything he was doing seemed so normal, except it gave her more pain every second.
When she was swinging in a large arc, smashing hard into his cock at the end of every swing, he added a new dimension to her pain. The wooden rod had been quiet for too long. Now it whistled through the air to land on her fleshy ass once more.
The pain ignited still another climax in the girl's body. She moaned and howled in pain and joy as she came. Her entire body shook as if it were possessed by a demon of lust. And then she was back in her body, experiencing the agony of swollen joints and strained muscles while a huge prick fucked her pussy.
The girl blacked out for a few seconds, only to recover consciousness and find the man still whipping her ass. The pain lancing into her ass spread a warmth throughout her loins. Her cunt caught fire and convulsed powerfully around the man's cock.
At the end of one of her long swings, everything came together again. The pain from her whipped ass, the throbbing cock filling her cunt to overflowing, the harsh impact of her crotch against his all met and merged in one huge come.
He was laughing at her. She could hear his deep, resonant laugh as he plugged her repeatedly with his cock. And then the wooden rod smashed down into her tits once again.
Her entire body was hurting so bad she didn't know how she could stand another instant of it. But she did. She grimly hung on, swinging like an erotic pendulum back and forth. All she existed for was feeling that huge virile cock shoved deep into her cunt. This was all the joy she got in the whole damned world.
'Come, slave, come!' he bellowed. 'I want to feel that velvety cunt of yours all around my cock, gripping down hard, hard with the force of your come!'
The words seared her brain. She shook her head from side to side, sending a lustrous brown cascade of her hair flowing around her face. She couldn't give him any pleasure. She couldn't!
This evil man didn't deserve it. But if she didn't, what would he do to her then?
That question frightened her. She didn't even want to think about it any more. She tried to think of nothing but the glorious feelings ripping her cunt apart. The melted butter warmth filling her belly was replaced by a more demanding feeling.
The sexual tensions were building. Every time he swung her back to let her swoop down onto his impaling spike of pure cock, she felt a little more inside her.
Then it all exploded in a frenzy of motion. She bucked and swung and hunched trying to get more of his prick into her needy cunt. She had to have it. Nothing less than a total fucking would satisfy her.
