The idea of taking a penis anally has always appalled her. She broke off with a boyfriend shortly after college when he dared to merely hint of the possibility. Her husband mentioned his interest in it once, and she didn’t speak to him for a three days. Now, face down on a hotel bed, she knows it is not she who will decide if she is at last sodomized. She feels herself being grasped by the swell of her hips by the powerful hands of a mad rapist intent on controlling the gyrations of her protesting ass so that he can penetrate it.
“No, not this!” she cries. Her twists and wiggles are successful is expelling the tip of the penis from her asshole, and her lower body plops down onto the mattress. At this stage of the game, her concern at being sodomized has less to do with religion or hygiene or moral propriety, and more to do when plain old physics: she has intimate knowledge of the size of his penis and fears that her asshole is not nearly big enough to take it. She fears it will rip her apart.
Her resistance infuriates her attacker who then sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the young woman’s body face down across his lap as if she weighed nothing. He shoves her manacled hands away from her ass and viciously spanks her bare bottom five, six, seven times, the sounds of the palms of his hands slapping against the soft skin of her naked butt reverberating around the walls of the hotel room and into the microphone of the video camera. The woman’s legs kick like those of a child being spanked, and indeed she is crying like a baby. After yet a few more spanks to her quickly reddening ass, her rapist rolls the young woman off his lap, pushes her onto her tummy again and impatiently lifts her ass once again into the air. The skin of her tender derriere is a glowing crimson. Again he stretches apart her rectum with his fingers. Again two fingers violate her anus. Again she is reamed. Again the head of his penis is at her anal opening.
“It won’t fit!” she sobs.
“Shut up!” she is told as his fingers again spread her buttocks. Her body is shaking as she weeps, but not so much that he is unable to again push aside the puckered lips of her anal opening with the head of his horse-sized cock. Being thoroughly lubricated with K-Y Jelly, his dick forces its way in between the tight ring of her sphincter and slides two inches into her anus. The young blonde shrieks, grimaces, and bites hard into the terrycloth as air in her rectum is painfully compressed into her bowels. “Relax!” he commands her. “Relax and it won’t hurt!”
“Yes it will,” she whimpers, but her body, despite her uncontrollable shaking, is more submissive after her spanking. “Please don’t do this.…”
The man responds by pushing his cock one more inch into her, further compressing the air in her tight canal. She screams into her gag at the pain. The man pauses. The tightness of her anus around the first three inches of his swollen cock, together with the trembling of her body, is enough to make him cum immediately if he does not control himself. He is intent on making this moment last.
“Please,” his victim whines through her gag. “Take it out! You’re going to kill me!”
“Shut up, bitch!” she is told. “Take a deep breath.” She surprises him by doing just that, and when she exhales, he pushes forward and sends two more inches into her. Her eyes shut tightly in a grimace and her mouth opens wide, but no sound comes out this time. It is instead a silent scream. She is given one more inch, and more air is pushed the wrong way inside her guts.
“It hurts!” she gasps, her words intelligible despite the terrycloth conch in her mouth. She has the sensation of taking the biggest shit in her life.
Using the four inches that he has given her, her rapist now butt fucks her with slow, in-and-out motions, his inward thrusts never going deeper than those four inches. There is less pain for his victim now that most of the air has been dispersed into other parts of her anatomy, but the feeling of having her anus fucked is overwhelming. She has never experienced this before—her asshole being extended by an object that goes in and out but never goes away, keeping her rectum stretched wide open. On his outward strokes she feels like she is shitting. When he pushes inward, it is as if her innards have been stuffed into a trash compactor. She buries her face in the mattress and weeps helplessly. Soon she knows what it is like to have a full six inches of cock shoved up her ass. She calls god’s name. God does not answer. The cock goes deeper into her still. How long is it!?
After minutes of this, the man tires of holding the woman’s ass in the air while fucking her. Although her knees are planted on the mattress, her body has the tendency to sag under his relentless pounding of her ass unless he holds her up, keeping her asshole at an ideal angle for receiving his cock. He now allows her body to slink downward onto the mattress with his own body glued to her, keeping his cock firmly impaled within her rectum, making sure he does not become disengaged. With the woman now flat on her stomach, her rapist pulls the terrycloth cinch from her mouth and from around her head and pushes it down to around her neck. Supporting himself above his face-down victim with hands planted on either side of her body and his elbows locked straight, he now enters into a slow, methodical fucking rhythm as he studies the woman’s long, sleek back, from her neck down to where the swell of her fine, round ass curves upward. He has always felt that a sexy woman’s back is the most underrated part of her body.
The man now lowers himself onto that back and increases the speed and intensity of his strokes into the hole between her two curvaceous butt cheeks. The woman’s arms, handcuffed behind her back, are crushed by his weight on top of her. Her fingers feel the muscles of the man’s lower abs with each inward thrust. The sensation of having a thick cock up her ass is blowing her mind. As he pulls back, it feels not only as if she is shitting, but that he is sucking her entire intestines out of her. On his inward thrusts, the sense of her body being totally and thoroughly possessed is more overwhelmingly humiliating for her than the fact that her rapist had recently brought her to orgasm.
The man now forces his hands underneath the woman’s body and finds her breasts that are being smashed into the mattress. He cups both breasts in his hands and squeezes them firmly, pinching her nipples between thumbs and forefingers as the piston that is his cock ravishes the cylinder of her rectum. The camera videoing the action on the bed cannot see the mixture of K-Y Jelly and rectal blood that glistens on the hard piston on each outward stroke before plunging back inside. A long, unending guttural sound of an animal in pain emanates from the woman’s throat, only to be buried in the mattress.
The man now slows his pace and, with this, the woman’s moans and groans slow, as well. While being fucked hard, she was having difficulty finding moments to breathe—she had to time careful, quick intakes of air to correspond with the out strokes of her rapist’s cock, because his inward thrusts would literally knock the wind out of her. Now she is able to breathe a little better through her open mouth in spite of the crushing weight on top of her. He is maintaining his deep penetration, but is fucking her almost gently now. With his hands squeezing her tits, his mouth bites into the side of her neck and sucks on her, vampire-like, until a bright crimson mark is left there, and when he is done his mouth moves to the other side of her neck where he brands her with a similar mark. All told now, the young woman has luminous red hickeys in symmetrical fashion on both ass cheeks, both breasts, and both sides of her neck.
He orders her to speak to him. He orders her to tell him that she is his bitch. She does not respond at first, prompting her attacker to take his hands from her breasts and take hold of the terrycloth belt now around her neck. He pulls upward on the ends of the belt, lifting the young woman’s head, exposing the and making vulnerable the long curve of her throat which that is encircled by the belt. Patiently, he repeats his words. “Tell me you’re my bitch!”
Understanding by now that she has no options with this rapist, the young woman attempts to comply, but it is difficult for her to speak, given her emotional state, plus the fact that her head is pulled sharply back and the man’s weight on top of her is pressing her into the mattress. The cinch is tight around her vocal cords. “I’m your bitch!” she manages to gasp. Her voice is but a hoarse, fearful whisper uttered almost unintelligibly. But her attacker’s hands are also at her throat and he feels her vocal cords twitching against his fingers, and he is pleased. He whispers into her ear that she is a good girl. He also tells her to keep saying it. For emphasis, he tightens the belt around her neck.
“I’m your bitch!” she whimpers again. She feels the belt around her throat relax slightly, but also feels a renewed intensity with which her rapist sodomizes her. She is silent for a while, grimacing at the feel of the man’s cock seemingly ripping her bowls open. When she feels the cinch tightening around her neck once again, she doesn’t have to be told. “I’m your bitch,” she cries softly. “I’m your bitch. I’m your bitch. I’m your bitch….” Over and over she whispers this while her ass is mercilessly fucked.
Her rapist at last pushes her head back down, pressing her face into the mattress, and settles into a slower, almost leisurely fucking rhythm with her. She is able to twist her head around so that her mouth is free of the mattress and she can breathe. With her nostrils completely plugged by snot and blood, her gaping mouth is her only lifeline. Breathing is the only thing she tries to think about now, as she tries desperately to place her mind somewhere else, to relegate to some corner of her psyche the fact that she is being brutally sodomized by a perverted attacker. This proves impossible, however. True, he is no longer compelling her to speak, and is no longer crushing her with his force—in fact, the manner in which he is fucking her now is actually rather gentle. But the size and thickness of his cock and the way it feels going in and out of her rectum cannot be disregarded. But she is able to breathe now and can at least be thankful for that.
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