Jon’s cock danced around in front of his body. She may have gotten off on the bizarre, pain filled fucking, she he hadn’t. His prick was still as long and rigid as ever. The gleaming cunt juices on it told exactly how much fucking had gone on.
Her twat was still frothing with her fuck fluids.
And her ass still burned from the broomstick shoved into it. The weight of her body drove it in even further. She tried to hold, herself off the bed and keep her weight from making it worse, but she was only partially successful. When his weight crushed down on hers, she’d damn near been impaled by it.
Melissa hated the man more than ever. He wasn’t human. And no animal she knew could ever think up such a horrifying torture.
Had he known she would come? If so, that made what he did even more despicable. He had actually used her body to turn traitor against her. The forced fucking was bad, the torture worse, but worst of all was the feeling she had for herself. All self-esteem had fled.
She was defiled, degraded. She hated herself almost as much as she did the man who’d done these things to her. If she had been able to, she would have killed herself then and there.
It wasn’t possible, though. Not with her hands bound and her feet securely fastened to the foot of the bed.
"Hmmm, I guess I got to get my rocks off some way. That cunt of yours is tight, I’ll give you that. But it doesn’t seem like you got your heart and soul in the fucking. Maybe I’ll have to try a tighter passage."
"You bastard. You filth. You…" she kept up a steady string of increasing nasty things. It seemed to relieve some of the hatred she felt. The words meant nothing but it was the best she could do, tied up as she was. Deep down inside, she secretly hoped he would kill her. That would put her out of her misery. And eventually, he would be arrested and convicted of the crime.
It was the only way she could ever get back at him. He was too strong and masterful for her to strike back in any other way. He could take what he wanted-and did.
"I’m going to shut you up this time. I’m sick of that foul mouth gushing out that filth."
He pulled a strip of the black tape and fastened it over her lips. She felt the sticky tape biting harshly into her ruby red lips. Knowing how it would hurt if he yanked if off, she subsided. It wouldn’t do her any good to try and force the tape from her mouth. It was- there to stay until he decided to remove it.
"There, you’re quieter. I like that. But that broom stick. Christ, you think of the damnedest ways of masturbating. Hell, I’m going to show you what a real cock feels like up your asshole."
He smiled as the horrified look flashed across her face. He couldn’t fuck her up the rear! He couldn’t! She had never taken a man up there before. And the way her asshole burned from the broom handle, he would rip her to shreds. She’d bleed to death!
"So you like the idea. I can tell. You’re shaking all over in anticipation. At least I have to guess that’s what it is. You don’t seem to have a hell of a lot to say right now."
She struggled against her bonds. The rope was tied in such a way that the more she fought, the
tighter they pulled. She could feel the rope cutting hard into her tender flesh. Kicking produced the same results. Her legs felt like lead now. And the tension in her belly was pure muscle strain. Keeping that broom handle from digging deeper into her rectum was a full time job.
He bounced the bed and watched her squirm even more. The rocking motion threatened her with sudden impalement by the broomstick. She hated like she had never hated before. Her eyes blazed with fury at the man’s action, then he laughed out loud.
"This is fun! FUN! Hell, your old lady is a drag compared to you."
She guessed he liked to pull the wings off flies, too. It was the kind of sick thing that would appeal to him.
"Here, lemme get that out of your ass." With a swift yank, he pulled the broom stick from her ass. She didn’t know if it had hurt more in her or when he pulled it out.
The hollow feeling up her ass surprised her. She hadn’t like it one bit while the wooden rod was shafting her. But she needed something up her asshole to stifle the pain then. Something like his cock.
He used his switchblade on one leg. The sudden return of circulation to that foot was sheer agony. The pain was almost worse than having the blood cut off. She couldn’t imagine what he was going to
do. Then she found out. He had his roll of tape out again.
She tried to fend him off by kicking with her free leg. It did no good. Her reflexes were too slow. He draped a long black strip of the tape squarely across her snatch, She groaned as the tape picked up her pubic hair. Then he yanked hard tearing away the hair from her snatch.
Pain lanced into her cunt. She spasmodically twitched on the bed. And before she knew it, her freed leg was bent double against her chest, his arm forcing it down. And his cock was driving hard into her cunt,
The pain of his entry took her breath away. He seemed to know all the right things to do to give her the most discomfort.
Having her leg bent against hot tit like it was tightened her twat. She felt the slick tunnel collapse against his driving prick. Tracing every outline of his cock was now easy for the girl. She let the huge head of his prick surge all the way into her cunt before tightening her stomach muscles even more.
He groaned, then said, "That’s it, Melissa. Gimme all you got!"
The purpled hood of his cock was deep inside her. Without the shaft of broomstick driving deep into her asshole, she was able to concentrate on the nice feelings assaulting her body. The pain was still there but she could ignore it now.
He was fucking her like a woman should be fucked. His cock was working in an impossibly tight, well-greased cunt. Sheathing his prick repeatedly, he built up a warming friction between his prick and her cunt walls. She could feel every single bulge and line on his cock as it worked its magic in her pussy.
The purpled head of his prick threatened to stretch her to the breaking paint. Just behind was the thick shaft. It was pulsing with lust for her. Every time his heart beat, she could tell. The cock was doing a wildly erotic dance in her cunt. The skin dragging back and forth on his prick was enough to stimulate both of them.
In addition, the girl’s tit was mashed by her knee. The man was holding her bent double like a hairpin. She rubbed her smooth leg across her tormented nipple. It felt good. The bliss covering her soothed and erased all the pain of the tape being pulled off.
Even her pussy mound was forgetting the feel of that terrible black tape. The act of pulling her pubic hair out wasn’t all that bad-if she got the full length of his prick afterwards.
The only drawback for the girl was the way he slammed forcefully into her cunt. He carried her hard against the one rope still binding her leg. She felt like he would pull it out of its socket if he kept fucking her the way he was.
"I-I feel funny inside. I’m coming! Oh,
shit!"
The orgasm wracked her body. She let her cunt convulse around his buried cock. It squeezed down on him like a fist in a velvet glove. He was experiencing her inner heat, now he could feel the full force of her cunt. If she couldn’t burn him to a nubbin with her twat, she’d try to rip his cock out by the roots.
He grunted but kept fucking.
Then her twat was empty. He had pulled out.
"Wh-what?" she asked numbly. Her brain was still glazed from the come.
"You disgust me, bitch. I should have known that fucking your slimy cunt wouldn’t be enough for a man. I’m going to butt fuck you. It’s the only hole in your body tight enough to satisfy me."
Still dazed, she wondered what he was talking about. Her cunt had been virgin-tight around his prick. She knew. She’d felt it.
He surprised her by dragging her free leg up to the head of the bed. He lashed her ankle and wrist together. She moaned with the pain of being twisted like this. Then she really knew pain. He cut her other leg free and tied it in the same way to her other wrist. She was completely pretzeled now, her knees on either side of her head.
By rolling back onto her shoulders, she was able to take a little of the strain off her belly. Seeing this, he used his remaining rope to tie her down to the bed. She was totally at his mercy now, her cunt
gaping open for him to do whatever perverted things he wanted.
"I don’t understand why you’re doing all this to me," she moaned. Her body hurt in more places than before. She’d never known such pain was possible without going stark raving mad.
He smiled as he peered down at her bound form. The girl’s twat was gaping wide open. He stuck his finger in and began wiggling it around, feeling the sluggish flow of her cunt juices.
"See? No matter what I do to you, you enjoy it. You’re a slut. A goddamn whore! Admit It! Admit you get off on this!"
The girl shuddered and tried to keep from crying again. The pressure on her belly was too much to bear. With her legs bent double as they were, she felt like a permanent crease was being put into her slender body. But what bothered her the most was that, in a totally perverted way, she was enjoying all this.
No matter how brutal he got, she enjoyed what he did to her!
She hated him, but she wanted more. She didn’t understand. How such a thing was possible confused her. With the pain to keep her constant company, she was eager for any momentary pleasure given by the man’s prick.
That it was her stepfather’s cock only added to the kinkiness. The girl actually looked forward to that added touch of perversity.
She gasped when his cock drove hard up her cunt again. She could feel it following the curves of her belly, wandering around inside her to finally drive directly into her gut. He fucked her fast for a couple seconds, then the horrible empty feeling returned.
He’d pulled his cock from her cunt.
"Do it! Fuck me, damn you! I can’t take it! I just can’t take this any more!"
"So you want my cock, huh? Okay. You’re going to get it-good! All the way up your ass!"
She shivered when she heard the words, but there was nothing she could do to stop him from driving that steely hard cock all the way up her ass. She was completely at his mercy and he had no mercy to give.
The teenager screamed in pain when the huge purpled knob of his prick smashed into the tightly held anus. The tiny ring of muscle collapsed under the attack. His huge cock drilled deep in her back passage.
In the bent-double position, she couldn’t move to relieve any of the pain she now felt. It was bad enough having the circulation cut off in her hands from the ropes. The cunning knots prevented her from ever hoping to untie them. And the way he’d bound her legs over her head, then strapped her down to the bed to prevent her from rocking backwards, was diabolical.
Now he was butt fucking her. And she couldn’t
do a thing about it except take that powerful cock up her asshole.
"Not then, please, oooooh! Noooo! It burns! Your cock is burning me up!"
"It’s supposed to, baby."
"Stop before you hurt me! You’re tearing me a parrrrrt!"
She couldn’t speak any more. The words jumbled up in her throat. The pain hammering into her body increased tenfold. The man’s cock was fucking so far up into her ass she knew it would come out her mouth. The long prick stirred emotions deeply hidden in her. She couldn’t get away from that probing prick no matter how hard she tried.
She was tied up and had to endure every degrading instant of the cornholing.
"God, your ass is even tighter than your cunt. How do you do it?"
He was rhythmically fucking her now. His strokes were powerful; each one set fife to her delicate inner membranes until she knew he was ripping her apart. Nothing less could produce such intense pain and friction. She was melting inside from the heat of his cock rubbing against her ass.
She tried to clamp down on him, to stop him from fucking her like he was doing. This only seemed to spur him on. She felt the muscle of her asshole collapse around his thick cock. The huge prick was bigger than ever before. She could feel it
spreading her asscheeks, then disappearing up her ass.
When the girl tried to move, it only worsened her plight. She was firmly pinioned to the bed. No amount of struggling would free her. She was her stepfather’s captive, now and forever.
"Squeeze harder, damn you!" he gasped. "I love the feel of that hot asshole all around my pecker. Makes me even hornier for your steamy ass!"
She felt a tide of passion rising inside her. She tried to hold it down but it did no good. Denying that she was turned on by this degrading butt fucking did no good. She came.
Her entire body convulsed and the powerful spasms of orgasm hit her. She forgot how she was being used and abused for a moment. Then she was back in the bed, a puddle of sweat surrounding her, her legs tied high over her head. The only consolation she could find in this humiliating buggering was that the man had removed the broomstick from her ass.
Using that to make anything else he did seem nice made her mad. But tied up as she was, mad didn’t count for anything. She was his prisoner-his sex prisoner to do with as he saw fit.
And at the moment, all he wanted to do was fuck her sweet white ass. His cock was twisting and turning inside her, corkscrewing around until she was unable to control her own emotions much longer.