His hands are now around her arms, squeezing her well-toned biceps. As his well lubricated cock continues to ravish her, the young woman begins to feel slow warmth overtaking her. She shuts her eyes as this sensation creeps upward through her body and down her legs. It is a heat being generated from the churning action within her rectum and it is filtering into the entirety of her bowels. The heat also comes to her externally from burning buttocks that have been spanked raw and that now, with each inward thrust received from her rapist, are spanked again by the groin area of his body. But somehow it is no longer a painful heat. Indeed, the rather methodical way in which she is being butt fucked now—almost leisurely, even—by a phallus slick with lubricate and also with her own blood, is having somewhat of an hypnotic effect on her. Her body at last relaxes as her rapist had earlier instructed her. Her eyes are shut and she moans softly through parted lips as she feels this warmth and concentrates on it. She finds that focusing on the heat itself, and the way in which it is enveloping her, helps her take her mind off the cause for the heat: the fact that she is being brutally raped. The warmth is now felt in her toes and in her neck and face. However, there is one particular spot on her body where the heat is especially acute. This is a spot quite anatomically close to her rectum. So close, in fact, that the penis inside her asshole comes so very close to rubbing against it through the walls of her rectum and vagina. In her attempted escape to la-la land, it actually might be good if his cock could rub against it. It is so close…yet not quite close enough! The young woman finds that by wiggling her ass just a little, it becomes a little closer. Still not quite close enough, though! She moans. If only her hands were free! If her hands were free, her own fingers could dance where she needs to be touched and the heat there would increase and feel so much better still! But her hands are cuffed behind her back. She is reminded of this when she instinctively tries to pull her hands apart and the handcuffs dig painfully into the already bruised skin of her wrists. She moans again. It is frustrating for her. The only thing she can do is wiggle her ass against the warmth, and this helps, so she wiggles it some more, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth gaping wide. The ass that makes men in the street turn and stare as she passes is now squirming wildly with an engorged penis buried deep within it.
Her rapist ceases his strokes, pausing with only half his cock inside the young woman’s rectum. His abdomen is raised now, supported by his arms, and he stares down at his victim, marveling at what he sees and feels. She once again is trying to fuck him back! It is her own motions that are now causing his dick to at once disappear into her ass, and then come sliding slowing out, over and over as she gyrates beneath him.
“Don’t stop!” The young woman is panting like a dog and barely manages to gasp these two words.
“Beg me!” the man orders her.
Her ass quits its wiggling and she gasps when she realizes what she has just said. She quickly comes to her senses. “No, don’t do this!” she cries. “You’re hurting me!” He answers by plunging his cock as deep into her as nature allows. The young woman groans as if hit in the stomach. He withdraws and plunges inward again unmercifully. “Yes!” she cries. Humiliation and recriminations can come later—she will hate herself in the morning—but at this moment she is slave to the heat deep within her loins that she has never experienced before. She has never been fucked like this. Her butt moves again, twisting upward against the man on top of her, sodomizing her.
“Beg me!” she is told.
“Don’t stop!”
“Stop what?”
She is moaning, unable to speak. She is concentrating on making the phallus inside her ass touch her where she needs to be touched, and her ass twists and gyrates in this effort. “Stop what, you little bitch?” he repeats, his words hissing. He has dropped his body back down upon her and is fucking her hard.
“This!” she cries.
“Tell me what I’m doing, you god damn slut!”
“You’re fucking me!” she whimpers.
“Fucking you where?” His cock is ravishing her anal canal with renewed vigor. More of her blood is coating his cock.
“My ass!” she gasps. “You’re fucking my ass….”
“Beg for it!”
“Please…please fuck me…like this…please, god, please….” Her voice trials of into unintelligible gibberish.
The man shoves his left arm under the young woman’s face-down body and his hand goes to the juncture of her thighs. His fingers find her pussy and press against the clitoris. She responds rapidly by gyrating her pelvic area eagerly against his hand. She had desperately wanted to touch herself here with her own fingers, but her hands were bound. Now, his finger is there, and she is rubbing her pussy against it while being fucked in the ass. Her head lifts and flops back and forth on the mattress and curse words that she rarely speaks come tumbling gutturally from her throat. “Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh my God yes!”
“Are you my bitch?”
“Yes! I’m your bitch!” she cries. He is now using two fingers that the young woman’s pussy greedily gyrates against. Her rapist’s dick is deep inside her when orgasm floods over her and she squeals like a tortured squirrel. The man must take the hand that is not rubbing her cunt and slap it over her mouth because the walls of this hotel room are not that thick.
Bucking and gyrating, the beautiful young blonde comes like a machine gun. The man on top of her rides her rearing body like a rodeo bull. It is all he can do to keep his dick buried inside her as she bucks. At last she is done and her spent body goes limp beneath him, becoming putty on the end of his blood-coated cock. Shame and embarrassment immediately overtake her as the euphoria of her orgasm recedes and she her rapist continues to fuck her in the ass. She buries her face in the mattress to cry. The man’s arms are beneath her body now, his hands pulling her shoulders up and into him, and he is again biting the sides of her neck. Sweat from both their bodies mingles freely and soaks the bed sheets. The man speeds his in-and-out strokes and his balls harden. Shouting “yes” like a triumphant warrior, he plants his cock into the deepest recesses of the young woman’s rectum and shoots his second wad of the evening into her body. The knowledge that he is doing this causes the young lady to cry out with repugnance and remorse. The knowledge that he is squirting sperm into her ass makes her feel like a public toilet, nothing but a vessel into which a man, against her will, expends bodily fluids into her. Unpityingly, her rapist continues fucking her hard for a full minute after he has ejaculated, churning his sperm and her rectal blood and fecal material into a frothy cocktail, until he collapses in exhaustion on top of his equally exhausted victim.
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An hour later, the young woman, in the bathroom of her hotel room, turns on the shower. After the water becomes hot, she steps into the tub shower and lets the cleansing water wash over her. She leans against the tile wall of the shower. Her body slowly slides downward against the wall until she comes to a rest on her side in the tub. Lying curled there, she cries for fifteen minutes as the hot water from the shower head rains down on her body.
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She will never forget the sensation that she felt when her rapist, finished with her at last, withdrew his penis from her ass and climbed off her. It had seemed that he had used a telephone pole on her, and her entire rectum was on fire. She had continued lying face down on the bed, motionless, praying that he was at last finished with her and would leave now and not further hurt her when he did. She was aware that he was dressing, but dared not look at him. Instead, she turned her head the other way and stared toward the closed window curtains.
The man, fully dressed now, took the camera off the tripod. Keeping the camera on, he walked around the bed, pointing it at the naked young woman he had just raped as she laid face down, her arms still handcuffed behind her.
“I just fucked this bitch seven ways from Sunday.” The young woman heard the man say this for the camera, and knew that the infernal camera’s lens was drinking in the image of her naked body. The man was silent then. She did not know it, but he was continuing to film her from different angles. Then, holding the camera in one hand, his other hand reached out and rolled the young woman onto her back. She did not resist this, nor did this resist when he pulled her thighs apart for the camera. With her head flopped to one side, she appeared as lifeless as road kill. He zoomed in to the pussy between her spread thighs. “You had this,” he spoke for the camera. “And the bitch came when I fucked her. Didn’t you, sweetie?”
The young blonde ignored him until she felt him pulling on one end of the terrycloth cinch that still encircled her neck. She opened her eyes and saw that he was holding the camera with one hand while the fingers of his other hand caressed her throat. She knew what that meant, so when he repeated his question, she nodded. When he repeated the question a second time, she spoke softly, her voice cracking. “Yes. I came.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“I came.” This was said louder, and the camera’s microphone readily picked it up.
“Sentences, sweetie.” His fingers tightened around her throat. “Speak to me in sentences!”
“I…” she was crying again. “I came… when you… when you fucked me…”
Satisfied, her rapist at last turned the camera off and stored it and the tripod in the black bag. He then rolled the young woman back onto her stomach. Presently, she felt his hands at her wrists. His touch sent repulsion up her spine, but she managed to remain unresponsive. He was unlocking the handcuffs that had keep her arms behind her back for—how long had it been? She had no idea. When free of the cuffs, her arms plopped lifelessly to the sides of her body and remained there. She was unable to move them even had she wanted. She then tensed, however, when yet again feeling the man’s weight on the bed beside her. He leaned over her and whispered into her ear. “I’m letting you walk out of here, sweetie. I have your name and address. If you go to cops on this, you will live to regret it. Do you fucking understand me?” He shook her shoulder roughly as he said this. The young blonde, her face buried in the mattress, nodded vigorously. “Tell me you understand!” he commanded.
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