Brad screwed his finger up to the second joint!
Hot flashes of sensation bolted down to her cunt, making her clit stiff. She thrust her ass forward, trying to get away from that probing finger. But the thongs around her ankles and wrists kept her in place. She was going nowhere, and Brad kept up screwing her with his finger in the ass.
'Nice, huh, baby? Oh yeahhhh, nice to have a finger up your ass,' he moaned, drawing up behind her.
Christine felt her teeth chattering. That finger kept skewering her, twisting around and around in her bowels while his other hand was now crawling through her dampened cuntal thicket. She felt her cuntlips trembling, swelling hotly because of the subtle pressure against her pussy.
And then he was rubbing her clit, barely touching the red, rounded tip with one hand while wriggling his finger in her ass!
'Oh. Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhh!'
'Gonna fuck you in the butt, baby. Yeah, gonna ram my prick right up your ass. I'll let Ed finish you off in the cunt,' Brad whispered in her ear, biting down hard on her earlobe.
Christine let out a sharp cry, tugging at the thongs around her wrists until she thought the leather had cut through the flesh. That couldn't happen, to her! It was impossible! She wasn't a pervert! He couldn't be thinking of shoving that monster up between her asscheeks and into her bowels! It would kill her!
'No, no!' she screamed.
There was the sound of scraping behind her. Brad had a small box in his hands. In a moment she felt him holding onto her waist, drawing up behind her.
Something very hot and very slick was rubbing up between her thighs. She could feel the backs of her knees being touched by his legs. Fucked in the ass! She could tell he was going to do it! Christine could feel his prick rubbing up there, slithering up between her legs. And there was nothing she could do about it!
'Oh God, God!' she gasped.
His fingertips tightened around her hips. Then Christine felt one hand move down, spreading her asscheeks apart for his prick. Again she jerked her thighs, receiving a hard slap across the back of her head for her efforts.
'Try that again and I'll knock you out, bitch. You'll come to with a prick up your ass and it won't be that pleasant.'
Christine waited, panting. Then she felt that slick head wedging up into her asscrack, touching her injured asshole.
Brad grunted in her ear, panting while adjusting his standing position behind her. His hold tightened. Then the pressure against her shitter increased, his knees pressing harder into the backs of her legs.
Christine grunted, her head snapping back, her eyes cinching tight while another whimpering cry escaped from her lips. 'Uhhhh…'
The pressure turned to an agonizing pain quickly as the blunt head of his cock pressed down and in. Christine screamed louder, her body shaking violently while the rim of her asshole was being driven up into her bowels. 'Take it, bitch, take it all!'
The pressure against her shit-chute relaxed only for a moment, then increased as Brad braced his prickshaft, holding it rigid against her ass.
Christine let her ass relax. With a groan of defeat, she sagged in her bonds, feeling that huge lump of prickmeat squeezing past her loosened asshole muscle.
'Yagggghghhhhhh!' she screamed.
In a second the big head of his cock was past the tight little sphincter, burrowing into her bowels. Christine bounced savagely in her bonds, her big tits slapping wetly together while her belly bowed out from the tension in her ass.
And yet, in spite of the pain – or possibly because of it – she almost cried out her desire to feel that prickhead raping her pussy. She wanted to feel the hard thing in her cunt, not in her butt! Fucking, yes! Raping, yes! But not in her ass – her pussy, her hot, aching pussy!
'Uuughghhh…' she groaned.
Brad dropped one hand from her hip. She felt his hand slide up, up to one of her tits. He was squeezing it, pinching her nipple while driving more of his cock into her shitter. Christine squirmed, moving her ass back toward his belly. Gradually the pain that had torn through her ass was disappearing as her asshole stretched to accommodate that huge prick.
'Yeah, baby, that's it, relax and take it. Fuck, I knew you'd get it cm once I got my prick into you,' Brad whispered, stroking her tits and pushing yet another inch of cock into her cunt.
Christine closed her eyes and wept. Shamed, degraded! And she knew there was more, much more to come before she would go home to lick her wounds.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'Uhhhh… nice, man, nice… don't it feel real nice havin' somethin' real big shovin' up into your Goddamned ass?'
'Oh… it… it hurts,' Christine gasped, her head tossing from side to side, tangles of her blonde hair splashing over her shoulders.
The wooden inner frame creaked dangerously, straining as Christine's body whipped about from the ass- fucking force. Brad's fat cockhead was sinking into her ass, making her belly swell, sending painful cramps shooting up and down her thighs.
'Ohhh, you're so nice and hot down there, baby, nice and real hot.'
His fingers fanned out against her thighs now, his jagged fingernails scraping along her flesh while his knees pressed more firmly against the backs of her legs.
Christine snapped her head back again, sucking in another shuddering lungful of air, yanking against the leather thongs restraining her. There was nothing she could do about this! Strapped in the inner frame this way, she could only scream out her pain and degradation.
'Uhhhhhh…' Christine gasped.
He had stopped, pausing for a moment, catching his breath as Christine begged him not to hurt her. And then he was pulling back, reversing his action, making her feel as if some awful mouth were sucking hard at her shitter.
Christine's face blanched as she pulled and yanked at the wrist-restraining thongs. It was like taking a shit, shaming herself publicly! Her body was doing all sorts of strange things as Brad began sliding his throbbing cock farther and farther out of her slitter.
'Ohhhhh nice, nice…' Brad sighed.
He stopped just as his hot and heavy prickhead was popping out from her tightening sphincter.
Christine closed her eyes and shoved back, instinctively trying to get rid of that wretched intrusion. Nothing helped!
The pause this time was shorter than the last. Again came Brad's grunt of satisfaction. Again Christine felt his fingers tightening around her hipbones. And then he was squeezing his cockmeat into her asshole once again.
'Yyyeiiikkeeeee!' Christine squealed, feeling her cunt go into tremors of need.
She wanted that cock up her pussy, rubbing up against her clit. It didn't belong in her shitter, causing her all this discomfort. If only she could tell him that without sounding too much like some rutting nympho.
Once or twice Christine had opened her mouth to say something, but then another inch of Brad's prick chugged into her resisting shitter and her words turned out to be only shuddering groans. Sweat coated her body, making her smooth white flesh shine under the lights while Brad slipped his hands up to her tits again. Her big hard-tipped tits were in his hands, feeling the pinching pain. More heat came to her crotch. The round, firm white mounds of her ass flexed against Brad's belly now, flexing as if she were looking for more of that lewd fullness threatening to split her asshole wide open!
'Uhhhhhh…'
