DEVIL’S SLUTS 1

Feature Writer: Poweronestories

Feature Title: DEVIL’S SLUTS 1

Published: By Powerone Copyright 2010-2021

Story Codes: Rape, Religious Themes

Devil’s Sluts 1

Chapter 1 — Family Ripe for Rape

For Jenna it had been a whirlwind romance, meeting Alex barely two years ago, finding so much in common between them it was scary. And he was so kind and understanding, especially about sex. For Jenna was a virgin when she met him, though by the time they were married a year later, she was no longer chaste. The first time they made love wasn’t what she had expected all of her life. It was almost anticlimactic. He was gentle, taking her with little pain, trying to make her cum but she faked it, Alex not realizing it, or at least he didn’t let on he knew. They only had sex twice after that until they were married, neither time doing anything to turn her life upside in that split second. She still only came from solo masturbation, her vibrator the only thing between her legs that knew what she needed.

They moved to a small apartment on the other side of town from her parents and her sister, Haley. Haley was three years younger, 19, just graduating from high school, not sure what she wanted to do. Jenna missed the late-night intimate talks with Haley, but when her parents divorced three months ago after 25 years of marriage, Jenna almost felt strange in the house.

And Alex had changed once they got married. He became more demanding. Especially about sex. It was about two months after they got married, Alex snuggling up to her one night in bed, a signal that he wanted sex, though Jenna had a headache. A real headache, not just a not-to-have-sex headache. “Not tonight, honey,” she purred to him as his hands cradled her near-naked breasts. “My head is killing me.” The voice that spoke back sounded as if it were coming from someone else, not her husband Alex.

“You’ve been neglecting your wifely duties, Jenna.” His voice was demanding. “I only want part of your head tonight, just your mouth.” Alex pulled her head down, throwing the blanket aside until his cock popped free of the confining blanket. She had used her hands on him, after he forced her to, but she hadn’t given up her mouth to him. That would end tonight, Alex intending to get what was due him.

His hands were harsh on her head, yanking her down until his cock was only inches from her mouth. She refused to take his cock in her mouth. That was the most revolting task that she could think of, her mouth clamping shut in spite of his insistence. She mumbled a no, but her hand began to stroke his cock. It was the only way she could avoid sucking his cock, even the words sounding gross. But he held her face only inches from his cock, one of her hands stroking up and down his cock, the other teasing the cum from his balls, anything to end this degrading task. It didn’t take him long, hearing him groaning loudly, his hands tighter on her head until he spewed his cum all over her hands, anything better than her face.

“I oughta make you clean it”, he grumbled harshly, turning over and snoring in a matter of minutes. Jenna cried herself to sleep that night.

That did little to satisfy him, Jenna finding herself in the same position many nights after that, her face only inches from his cock, but instead of her hands gathering up all his cum, he pushed her hands away, pumping his cock onto her face as she clenched her eyes and mouth tight while the hot cum splattered onto the soft skin of her face. He would quickly turn over and go to sleep, Jenna suffering until he did and she could go into the bathroom, cleaning the milky white cum from her face until her skin was almost raw.

It was strange, Alex not even mentioning it most times, acting like the loving husband. It had gone on for two months, most nights making love, but it was like some nights there was a different man in her bed. And those nights Jenna was forced to jerk him off until he shot his cum on her face, though he always tried to get his cock into her mouth, Jenna steadfastly refusing the obscene act.

But it was last night that forced Jenna back into her mother’s house, her marriage ended, walking out on Alex while he was at work, a short note her only explanation. She was sitting on her sister’s bed, trying to explain to her without embarrassing herself.

Haley was trying to comfort her sister, but she knew little of sex, her upbringing, like Jenna’s, was strict and sex was never openly discussed. Although she was 19, many of her girlfriends losing their virginity at early ages, some as young as fourteen, Haley still clung to the traditional values that she should be chaste on the night of her wedding, giving her husband her most prized possession. She had dated quite a bit, extremely attractive like her sister, though not as voluptuous, learning how to satisfy boys with her hands when she had to, but only allowing them a quick feel of her smallish breasts, and maybe letting them stroke her thighs under her skirt, but it would end when they tried to touch between her legs. That was still reserved exclusively for herself under the covers when everyone was asleep, her mind wandering off to all the things that her girlfriends bragged about.

“I’m not even sure if he is the same person,” Jenna trying hard not to cry, but her eyes were already wet. “After dinner he was so sweet, holding me in his arms as we watched television. I could tell he wanted to make love to me, his hands wandering as he watched television, but he was arousing me. We went to bed after Law and Order. I went into the bathroom, putting on a lovely negligee for him. It took me quite a bit of time, but I figured he would appreciate it once he saw me. I opened the bathroom door, surprised to see an angry look on his face. He was naked, his penis hard. It was the bed that scared me. In each corner of the bed, leather straps were attached to the bedposts, laid out so carefully that there was no doubt what he wanted to do. They were meant to tie me up. Spread eagle on the bed.” She stopped for a moment, choking up as last night came back into her mind so vividly.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Jenna.” Haley was almost too embarrassed, not only for Jenna, but herself. What did Alex do to her? To tie someone up naked and have their way with them against their will?

“No, I have to tell someone, and Mom isn’t the type that would listen. Before I could say a word, he pounced on me like some animal, ripping my negligee from my body. The one I put on just for him. I was so scared, stripped naked, Alex snarling like some crazed lunatic. I actually feared for my life. He threw me on the bed like a sack of potatoes. I tried to get up, but he sat on top of me, driving the air from my lungs, struggling to breathe as he grabbed my wrists one at a time. Before I realized it, both of my arms were pinned by the leather straps, already feeling the pins and needles as the circulation was cut off to my hands and fingers. I tugged on them, the bed creaking but holding me tight. He finally got off of me. I was breathing hard to fill my lungs with precious air. Just as I sucked in a mouthful of air, a piece of cloth, probably my negligee, was jammed into my mouth until I choked when he shoved it to the back of my throat.” She had to stop again, the story becoming too real. “And then my legs. Pulling them open, embarrassed even though he was my husband, my sex exposed as he tied each one to a corner of the bed until my crotch ached. I was afraid he was going to split me up the middle. He stood at the end of the bed, staring up at my spread, naked body, his hand on his penis, pumping it up and down. It was bigger than I had ever seen it. He was excited by what he was doing to me. How could someone enjoy creating terror in a person like he was doing to me?”

Haley was afraid to ask, but she needed to know and Jenna needed to get it off her chest. “What did he do to you?”

“He fucked me. Not making love, but fucking me like some street whore. He bit my breasts, all the while his penis was inside me, stretching me like no other time, pumping in and out. And he did it so long, or at least it felt like a long time, all the while the pain between my legs shooting to my brain. I heard him getting ready to cum, but he pulled out, kneeling over my face as he pumped his penis until he came on my face, this time landing on my lips. Even with my negligee in my mouth, I could taste it entering my mouth, thick and salty. I choked, but was afraid of vomiting, sure to choke to death if I did, the gag plugging my throat. He rubbed his penis all over my face until I could feel his cum drying.”

“That’s terrible. For your husband to do such a thing to you is despicable.” Haley felt sorry for her sister.

“He wasn’t finished with me yet. He got off of me, but left me tied to the bed. I heard him in the other room, sure he was having a beer. When he came back in, his penis was already hard. He climbed on top of me again, his hands under my butt, lifting me up as he slid inside me again. It still felt like he was splitting me up the middle, this time lasting longer, his hips never stopping as he fucked me. His hands gripped my butt cheeks, raising me up so he could thrust into me even harder, feeling bruised on the inside as he crashed into my cervix. I was crying now, the gag only allowing my muffled sobs, Alex not caring as his penis fucked me endlessly. He came in me; I was grateful that he didn’t cum on my face again. He climbed off of me, but then he began to play with my bound body as if he could somehow erase what he did if he made me cum. He disgusted me and after half an hour of trying to arouse me, all he did was succeed in getting hard again, jumping on top of me like I was just a convenient tight place to put his penis.” Jenna stopped again, still feeling the pain between her legs from Alex’s rape. Yes, that is all she could call it. “He did me five times last night, finally cumming one last time in me as the sun came up.” He got off of me almost casually, dressing for work like it was a normal day. As he was ready to leave he untied me, my body frozen on the bed until I heard the click of the door as he finally left.”

Haley hugged Jenna, unable to do anything else. She was crying now and she did the only thing a sister could do. Be there with her.

Beth, short for Elizabeth, knew that her daughter had a problem with her marriage to Alex but asked little in details. Men were such scum, her husband proving it not long ago, leaving Beth for another woman, sure that she was much younger. After all she had done for him, putting up with his terrible lovemaking, their two daughters the only bright part of all she endured sexually with him. It was good riddance to him, she was much better off without him.

xxxxx

Michael Devlin was on the hunt. He needed to stock his house with fresh girls, his friends counting on him to supply them with the delicacies that they sought. He had sold the last ones he had, tiring of them, needing fresh meat. His house was over a thousand miles from here, Michael driving a large van, the back fitted to hold the human cargo that he would return with. He was in a small town, just the type that he liked, the police usually unsophisticated, giving him ample time to get out of their reach with his captures. He stayed in a campground about 25 miles from the town, off-season, few would remember him, staying to himself, pulling in after dark each night. He had a number of false alarms, thinking they might make good captures, but something always making him hesitant.

He had been following the latest candidate for three days, usually starting at the local grocery store to find women that fit the characteristics he sought. It wasn’t hard to find out about them, small towns notoriously gossipy. He was parked down the street from her house, typing in notes onto his laptop, keeping a detailed schedule of their day. People had a tendency to lead structured lives, following set patterns even though they would loathe admitting it. Her name was Elizabeth. She was 41, though I am sure she wouldn’t admit that. Lovely woman, short brown hair, good looking and a lovely figure, though she didn’t dress to enhance it, more to hide it. She was recently divorced, and from what most said, her husband ran off with another woman. When hard pressed, many said that he was unsatisfied, emphasizing unsatisfied, small town talk for Elizabeth not being very good in bed. She had the body for it; she just needed the training, Michael’s specialty. But it wasn’t the mother that drew him, it was Haley. The lovely 19–year-old daughter. Long brown hair that hung down to her waist, smallish breasts but full hips and a great ass. And he hoped like mother, like daughter, sexually suppressed, maybe even a virgin. She had graduated from high school, yet she didn’t have a job and lived with mom, still trying to find her place in life. Michael would be more than willing to teach each the necessary skills to entertain him and his friends.

It was all too easy, Michael ready to snatch them up when all of a sudden another girl was thrown into the picture. Michael scrambled to find out who she was, surprised to find out Beth had another daughter, Jenna. Michael should have known that, an unpardonable sin for someone so meticulous and careful. She was married, but it was already gossiped that she left her husband. Sexual reasons, though none really knew the details or were too embarrassed to discuss it with a stranger. She had blonde hair, obviously bleached, but he would soon know her truth. She had the tits in the family, full breasts that begged to be touched. And an equally lush ass that swayed provocatively as she walked, sure that she didn’t realized the sexuality she threw off. She pulled up to the house, suitcases in her hands. This was not a short stay, but a permanent change. Michael had never taken three at once, but it would make his task easier. He required four, one young girl already in his van, tied spread eagle to the wall in the enclosed back, her mouth gagged with the large ball gag. He loved the terror in her eyes each time he went back there, sure that she thought he was going to rape her. In time, he would, but first he would take them all back to his house where he could leisurely rape and train them for their new purpose in life.

He snuck into the house when they went out for lunch, spiking all of the drinks in the refrigerator, even the unopened bottle of wine, a thin syringe filling it with the drug. He waited, his truck parked down the street while he peeked in the window. They were all sitting down at the table, a heartfelt family dinner, Michael noticing the bottle of wine on the table already half gone. It wouldn’t be long, less than an hour. He watched until the bottle was empty, pleased that Mom even let Haley have a glass of wine. It made his job easier. He went for his van, waiting for an hour impatiently before he drove back to the house, quietly slipping his van up the driveway and around to the back of the house where the neighbors wouldn’t see it. He picked the lock on the back door, going in without hesitation, the house silent except for the sound of the television droning on incessantly. There were his prey, three lovely women sprawled out on the furniture, some of them ungracefully, their legs spread lewdly as if they were waiting for him.

He picked up Beth first, surprised that she was so light, throwing her over his shoulder, his hand holding her ass as he went out the back door. He propped her up against the wall in the van, slowly attaching her arms to the shackles that were bolted into the side walls, her body slumping down as he secured her. His hands went to her legs, pulling them wide and securing them, standing back to admire his handiwork. His cock was hard, part from sexual arousal but part from the thrill of the capture. He kissed Beth, his hand going between her legs as he felt her sex. It wasn’t as good as when she would be awake and feel the power he had over her. He looked over at Paige. “Some friends for you, Paige. Some very intimate friends for you.” He went back into the house, taking his time with Jenna, unable to contain himself, feeling up her tits before he threw her over his shoulder and brought her to the van. He made short work of securing her to the other side so she could see her mother, his hands running up her legs and pushing under her skirt to feel her pussy before he went back for the last one.

Michael laid Haley on the couch, lying down next to her, his hands running over her young body, his cock pushed against her hip, rubbing softly back and forth, masturbating his cock on her. He could feel her nipples beneath the sweater she wore, pinching them until they perked up involuntarily. He spread her legs, his hand sliding up and down the sleek thighs, each time stopping short of touching her pussy, teasing himself. He kissed her, rolling on top of her, between her spread thighs, rubbing his hard cock on her pussy as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. He had a feeling that Haley would be very submissive, only a little force needed to get her to comply with the increasingly obscene requests he would require her to perform. Not like Jenna or Beth. Only physical pain would force their compliance, or at least he was hoping that it would be that way. He reached down, unzipping his fly, pulling out his cock. He yanked her skirt up until his hot flesh felt her soft skin, sighing deeply as he began to masturbate on her again, this time flesh against flesh, rubbing on her naked thigh. He didn’t stop until he spurted his cum on her skin, humping up and down until he was sated, at least temporarily. She looked so sexy on the couch, her eyes opened and glazed over as if she was in bliss, her legs spread, her skirt hiked high up, his milky white sperm covering her thigh. It was as if she had just had the most exciting orgasm in her life. He picked her up, stringing her up across from Paige, spreading Haley’s legs, his cum beginning to slowly drip down her thigh. He went back into the house, straightening it up as if they had gone to bed, messing up the beds. It would be tomorrow at least or maybe if he was lucky the next day before anyone would become concerned. He could travel fast, driving all night and day, making it home in a little more than half a day without stopping. By tomorrow night, he would begin to enjoy his catch, starting with Haley.

xxxxx

He was tired as he pulled the van through the electronic gate, the iron gate opening with barely a whisper. The high walls surrounded his house in secrecy, but there were a few around, Michael building it far into the desert away from the prying eyes of people that wouldn’t understand him. Or hear the screams that came from the house, in spite of all that he did to sound-proof it.

He brought the girls in one at a time. Paige had wet herself, but that was expected, she had been in the van a long time without being able to use the bathroom. He would take care of her later, but first he wanted to catch a couple of hours sleep. He tied them all up, each one in separate rooms for now. Later Beth would be put with at least one of her daughters, Michael using coercion against the other to make them do his sexual bidding. He hogtied them, their legs tied at the ankles, their wrists tied behind their back, Michael attaching their arms to their legs until their bodies bowed. He could see their eyes beginning to open, though they were still glazed over from the drugs. By the time he came back, they would be fully conscious, and hopefully he would see the terror in their eyes as they realized they were tied and in a strange room, not knowing what their fate was to be, the unknown much worse. But not in this case; they couldn’t even fathom the things that they would have to perform.

xxxxx

Michael woke refreshed. And hard, his brief masturbation on Haley had only made his lust worse, knowing what waited for him. He took a shower, soaping his cock, stroking it as it grew thicker. He dressed as though he had a date. He looked at the clock, he had been asleep for four hours, the girls would be wide awake, but he would let them stay tied up for a while longer. He needed to satisfy his lust and he had his heart set on Haley. He put on some aftershave, closing the door to his bedroom. He went down into the basement, down a hall until he came to the second to the last room. He turned the handle and entered the room, hearing the muffled cry for help from Haley.

It took about an hour before the pounding stopped in her head, her mind groggy, not sure what happened or where she was. Haley knew one thing. She was tied up, a grim reminder of Jenna’s story of Alex coming alive for her. Her body ached, not sure how long she had been like this, but the ropes were tight and her body bent in a painful bow. She was in a strange room, tied on a large bed. At least she still had her clothes on but that was little consolation. She remembered watching television with Jenna and her mother and suddenly she felt very sleepy. That was all she remembered until she woke up. She couldn’t hear anything but her own ragged breathing, trying to look around, but each time she moved a different muscle, her body ached. She heard something, sounding like someone outside the door. Her heart leaped; maybe she was being rescued. The door handle turned slowly before it opened, a man appearing in the doorway. He looked normal enough, even smiling, Haley mumbling into the gag. He was older, as old as her father, but he was handsome. Her eyes pleaded with him to release her, and she felt some relief when she felt him behind her, his hands doing something with the ropes. She felt the pressure released, her arms untied from her legs, her body slumping to the bed. His hands moved to her ankles, his fingers sending shivers through her body as he took the ropes from her ankles. Her legs were finally freed, but his hands lingered for a long minute on her legs before they moved up to her arms. She thought she felt his hands glide over her butt, but maybe it was just an accident. She felt the ropes released, but her limbs were numb from the tight ropes, she could barely move them. She finally found the strength to roll over, feeling strange to be lying on a bed with a man. An older man. He didn’t stop her as she pulled the gag from her mouth, her voice hoarse as she said her first words to him. “Can I have a drink?”

Michael already had a bottle of water in his hands, giving it to her as she sat up. She took it to her lips, her movements not missed by Michael as her lips wrapped around the top of the bottle as they would a cock. She took a large swallow, handing him the bottle back, her lips shiny and wet. Just like she would need to have them when she sucked his cock.

“Where am I?” He didn’t make any threatening moves toward her, just sitting on the bed next to her.

“You’re in my house.” His voice was soft and calming.

“Where is your house?” He didn’t provide much help, answering her questions with the barest of details.

“A long way away from where you live. And out in the middle of the desert, no neighbors around.” He could see the puzzled look in her eyes.

“My mother and sister. Are they here?” She was afraid of this answer.

“Yes, they each have their own room, along with one other girl. Though they are still tied up.”

“You tied me up? And them?” Her voice broke with nervousness.

“Yes. I will untie you when I want to use you or when you have earned the privilege.”

“Use me?” She didn’t like the sound of that word. “Am I a prisoner? Your prisoner?”

“Why of course, Haley. All of you are. That is why the others are still tied. I decided to start with you.”

Now she felt the terror. He had captured them, and she was afraid of what he was going to do to her. She was a virgin and wanted to stay that way, especially not wanting to lose her innocence to a man that was as old as her father. “What are you going to do to me?” She really didn’t want to hear the answer, but she had to ask.

“Come over here; let’s sit down on the couch where we can be more comfortable.” He handed her the water, seeing her take another swig out of it. She got up and followed him, Michael turning his back on her, sure that she wouldn’t try anything. He sat down, Haley still walking toward him, her legs getting used to walking again after being bound so tight. He looked at her body, smallish tits but full womanly hips and, from what he saw before, a nice plump ass, ripe for spanking. And hopefully a virgin pussy for him to plunder. Her skin was flawless, her long brown hair would look so sexy when it only covered a bare body.

She blushed at the way he was looking at her, not at her face but at her body. She sat down on the couch next to him, afraid not to. His arms were big and powerful and the look on his face made her scared to try anything. She had heard so many times that a girl should fight her rapist, but it didn’t look like a good idea with him, Haley sure that he would have no qualms about hurting her. After all, he had captured four women with no trace of remorse. She regretted having a skirt on, his eyes staring at her legs as she tried to tug the skirt down further.

Michael put his hand on her bare leg, just above her knee. He began to move it, slowly pushing between her legs until he felt her body tense as he touched the soft skin of her inner thigh. She looked down at his hand but made no attempt at stopping him, his hand sliding her skirt up as he caressed her inner thigh. “I am Michael Devlin, but you will call me Sir. Are you a virgin?”

One minute he was telling her his name and then he was asking her an intimate question. Too intimate. All the while his hand was caressing her thigh, his powerful hand forcing her to part her knees to allow him to touch her as though they were lovers. She tried to get up, but his hand tightened on her leg.

“I won’t ask you again, Haley. I don’t want to have to show you what will happen if you don’t follow my every command or answer my every question. Now relax, we are going to be here for a while. And answer my question.”

“Yeesss,” her voice trembling as she admitted her innocence. “Are you going to rape me?”

“That’s good. I do enjoy an inexperienced girl. So much easier to train to my liking. No, I won’t rape you; you will willingly give your precious innocence to me. And much more before we are finished. Stand up so I can see what I have to work with.” His hand helped her up until she was facing him, Michael sitting forward. “Not very big tits, Haley. Not like your sister, Jenna. Turn around.”

Haley spun around almost without thinking, feeling his eyes staring at her bottom.

Michael looked at her plump ass, the skirt clinging to her cheeks. Yes, she had an ass made for punishment, able to take a good spanking and more. His friends would make good use of her ass, as well as Michael would. “Turn around, Haley.”

She faced him again, her legs trembling as they tried to hold her up.

“It’s time for you to strip for me, Haley. Take off your sweater and skirt. Let me see your figure.” He waited, knowing what she would say.

“I can’t. Not in front of you.” Her eyes pleaded with him as they began to tear up. She had never been naked in front of a man before, even her doctor was a woman.

Michael’s voice rose up a notch, more demanding. “I said strip, now do it, or you will feel my punishment!” It was his eyes that showed her his power, staring into her tear-filled eyes.

Haley gave him one last look for compassion, but she only saw lust in his eyes. She stood awkwardly in front of him, pulling the sweater over her head, modestly holding the garment over her bra as if he would allow such a thing. He nodded to her, Haley letting the sweater fall to the floor, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides, her fists clenched as she felt the heated rush of her blush cover her upper body.

“The skirt, don’t waste my time. We have many things to do before we are finished tonight.” Michael’s hand went to his cock, her eyes following, knowing what he wanted from her.

She saw the bulge in his pants as his hand led her eyes to his crotch. He was going to put that monster in her, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She could barely unhook the button on her skirt, the sound of the zipper going down sounding so loud and final in the silent room. She felt it slide down her bare legs and fall at her feet, kicking it aside so she wouldn’t have to bend over. She stood there, staring at him, his eyes not looking into her eyes, but between her legs.

She was standing there in a pink bra and panties, the delicate fabric doing more to reveal than conceal. Her breasts were small, maybe a B cup, but more likely an A. It was her nipples that captured his eyes, large dark areolas could not be concealed beneath the thin fabric, nor could it contain her erect nipples that pushed out. His eyes went down over her flat stomach, the thin panties riding low below her waist, a well-shaved mound clearly outlined by the tight-fitting panties that molded over her flesh. She moved her feet as he stared, seeing the clearly defined outline of her slit, the puffy lips cradling the delicate fabric of her panties between them. Michael could almost make out the first traces of moisture on her panties. “Turn around, let me see your ass.”

Her thighs were tightly clamped together, trying to preserve whatever modesty she could, but his eyes were raping her body. She turned around; at least she wouldn’t have to see the lust in his eyes, afraid of what he was going to do to her. Or what he would make her do, that being worse. She had seen the bulge in his pants, afraid of him wanting the same thing that Alex had wanted of her sister. To take it in her mouth. She had little experience with a penis, some gentle rubbing of boyfriends to please them, surprised that they came so easily, grateful that it was over quickly. She stood silently, feeling his eyes staring at her, afraid of moving until he told her.

Her long hair hung down to her panties, cloaking her naked back beneath the soft, silky brown hair. The pink panties clung to her ass cheeks with such care, the sharp divide of her crack highlighted as the panties pushed deep in the crevice. He watched as she trembled, slight tremors of her muscles making her cheeks contract uncontrollably, tightening so provocatively. He silently stood up, moving behind her, his hands around her naked waist catching her by surprise, her body startled by the unexpected touch.

“EEEEEWWW,” the air whooshing out of her lungs, suddenly finding him behind her, his large, hot hands touching her waist, the unmistakable bulge of his penis against her bottom. She tried to move away, but his hands gathered her back until she felt his penis jerking against her bottom. It felt huge, much bigger than it looked in his pants.

Her body was shaking as his hands slid up the bare skin of her stomach until he felt the touch of her bra. He pressed his cock harder against her ass as his hands easily encircled her small tits, his mouth finding the soft skin of her neck, kissing her gently. His hands tightened on her tits, sure that it was a soft moan from her lips, Michael’s cock jerking in appreciation. His hands began to explore her tits, kneading and squeezing the smallish mounds, his hips moving from side to side along her ass cheeks, the gentle swishing sound of his rough pants sliding over her silky panties.

“No, please don’t,” she begged softly, but her breathing increased rapidly as she felt him take such liberties with her breasts, his hands never stopping to clench and unclench on her bra-encased breasts, all the while she felt the disconcerting touch of his cock on her ass cheeks moving back and forth. And goose bumps appeared all over her body as his lips kissed her as a lover would, not a rapist, his tongue licking up and down her neck until she felt it enter her ear.

Even though her breasts were small, he paid considerable attention to them as he felt her nipples become hard pebbles, his fingers finding them easy targets, pinching them until he felt her hips begin to move from side to side, sliding her lovely ass on his masturbating cock. She might say no, but her nipples said yes, pinching harder doing nothing to extinguish her increasing arousal. “I think you like having your nipples played with, Haley. I can feel them grow beneath my touch.” He made sure she felt his cock against her ass cheeks, no doubt in her mind as to what she would be submitting to.

She couldn’t control her own body, Michael awakening something in her that she was afraid of. But as suddenly as he started, he stopped, Haley almost disappointed when he released her breasts and moved away from her. He turned her around, her eyes falling instantly to the large bulge that pushed out the front of his pants, looking up, turning red in shame that he saw where she was looking.

Michael couldn’t wait any longer, needing relief, his balls aching from containing his lust for so long. He took off his shirt, Haley watching as he did. He threw the shirt to the side, the rest was for her to do. “You do the rest, Haley. Take off my pants and shorts.” He had expected her to resist, but for whatever reason, she sank to her knees, not sure whether it was her arousal or her submissive personality.

She took off his shoes and socks, trying to prolong what was inevitable. She looked up, kneeling brought her face in direct line with the large bulge that threatened to explode from his pants. Her fingers were trembling as she undid his belt, finding the button on his pants before her fingers gripped the zipper and drew it down. His pants pushed aside, the sharp outline of his penis in his shorts making her gasp at the size. She drew his pants down his legs, kicking off his shoes, lifting his feet one at a time until she pulled the pants from beneath him. She pushed them aside, going back to the job of taking off his shorts, fear making her mouth and lips dry.

His cock jerked in pleasure when she licked her lips, already imagining what it would feel like when she took it in her mouth, able to feel her hot breath even through his shorts. “Continue, Haley.” Her fingers accidentally brushed across his cock as she gripped the top of his shorts, her eyes opened wide.

She gasped when her fingers pulled the shorts down, catching for a second on his penis before it shot out, freed of the tight confines, the flesh bobbing up and down only inches from her face. She pulled his shorts down, his feet eagerly stepping out of them. She waited, afraid of what was next. He pulled her down onto the couch next to him, his penis sticking lustily up into the air.

He pulled the half-naked girl next to him. “Show me how well you can jerk me off, Haley.” He saw her hesitate, his hand shooting out to slap her hard against one cheek, her head spinning to the side from the powerful blow. She began to sob, tears falling from her eyes, her cheek already turning red where he struck her. “I won’t repeat myself again, Haley. You will learn to obey or I will punish you severely.”

She suddenly saw stars, not even seeing the blow coming, her head rocked to the side, the taste of blood in her mouth. She looked at him, an evil glint in his eyes as though he enjoyed it. She didn’t hesitate this time, her head still hurting, her small hand went into his lap, her fingers curling around the massive shaft of his hot flesh. She had never seen a penis this close before, most of the times she had touched one was in the seat of a darkened car. Her fingers gripped it, barely able to go around it, surprised that the head was massive and almost purple, a thick ridge underneath, one eye staring up at her. She could feel it growing beneath her touch, her hand clumsily moving up and down the shaft.

Michael guided her hand until she got into a rhythm, taking her other hand and cradling it beneath his balls. “Gently with them, Haley,” he warned her, her hand tightening up with such care. She was taking broad strokes with her hand, her fingers closing over the head of his cock, tightening as she passed over the ridge. She might not have much experience in jerking off cocks, but she was a natural, almost falling into the rhythm with ease. He moved closer to her, kissing her, warning her first not to stop jerking him off. Her lips were so soft and pliant, his tongue invading her mouth with ease, her lips opening to accept the invader. It was so enjoyable, French kissing the young girl, his tongue exploring the hot depths of her mouth all while her hands were fondling his cock and balls. His balls began to tighten, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, the young girl such a delight. He released her mouth for he had better uses for it. He pushed her off the couch and between his thighs, his legs spreading wide to accommodate her. He loved the terror in her eyes as she realized what would be required of her.

He pushed her onto the floor, Haley finding herself between his legs, his hands pulling her head until she was inches from his penis. She could see the head glistening in the light, her fingers sticky from the juices her hands had coaxed from his heavy, hot balls. Her cheek still stung as a grim reminder of her disobedience.

“Kiss my prick, but keep jerking it off as you do.” Michael almost came as her mouth opened submissively, her pink tongue inside, her lips wet, her hot breath blowing on the head of his cock. Her soft hands held it out, Haley’s head moving closer until he felt her soft, silky lips kissing the head of his cock. His cock jetted a short blast of cum, Michael unable to contain his lust. His hands went out and gripped her head, drawing her lips down until an inch of his cock was inside, the head of his cock trapped in the delightful grip of her lips, her futile struggle to escape only adding to his pleasure.

She felt the hot flesh of his penis slide over her lips, kissing it and unexpectedly finding it shooting a thick, pasty fluid onto her tongue. She pulled back in revulsion, but he was too strong, yanking her back until her mouth closed around the throbbing head of his penis as if he were pulling on a pair of socks. She gulped, struggling not to vomit as the small taste of his cum seem to invade every corner of her mouth with the salty taste.

“Very good, Haley. Now use your tongue on it.” He felt her comply, the look of surrender in her eyes, his hands urging her head back and forth, his cock trapped between her widely stretched lips. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, jerking her head back and forth, his cockhead banging against her cheeks when he pushed in sideway, her tongue now lavishing such attention on his cock. “Gently suck on it, Haley. Yes, you are such a natural cocksucker.” Her cheeks caved in as his cock was sucked deep into the hot confines of her mouth, her tongue running around the ridge, his cum leaking into her unwilling mouth. She followed his orders almost mechanically. Michael enjoyed watching her young lips split by his cock, a virgin that was sucking him with such enthusiasm, though forced to do so. He held her head, but she was doing all the movement, her head moving back and forth, taking more and more of his cock in her mouth.

So this is what it was like. It wasn’t as bad as she expected, though she loathed the man that was forcing her to degrade herself with this act. He held her head, but she did all the work, her cheek still stinging, not wanting to displease him again. His cock grew in her mouth, stretching her lips even wider, her tongue already tiring as it sought to please him. He was going deeper into her mouth, taking about four inches of his penis, though there was so much more outside her lips. Her hands went to his balls again, feeling the prickly hair as she squeezed the wrinkled sack, feeling the twin balls floating around mysteriously inside. They were so hot as she gently squeezed them until his hips rose up from the couch signaling his satisfaction with her actions. She felt the head of his penis swell, knowing something was going to happen, but it never even dawned on her what. His hands suddenly tightened on her head, squeezing her head like a melon until she was sure that he was trying to make it burst.

He saw the panic in her eyes as they bulged, Michael grinning down at the young girl with his cock in her mouth as he felt the first tremor of excitement rush up from his balls, her hands gently coaxing it out, her sucking drawing it up the shaft. He twisted his hands on her head tighter, drawing her against him as the first spurt of cum jetted from his cock, filling her mouth, her cheeks bulging out as she sought to contain the massive amount of cum in her mouth. Cum dribbled down her lips, pumping her head up and down as a second ropey load of cum shot out from his cock, her tongue catching most of it this time.

She didn’t know what to do, her mind unable to fathom what was happening. Her mouth was filled with the hot, sticky cum, bathing the inside with the salty, thick texture as she struggled not to choke to death. Her cheeks bellowed out, Haley having no choice but to swallow. She could barely contain it as it slowly ran down into her gullet, another load shooting into her mouth before it was empty. She struggled not to choke on the thick crème, her lips unable to contain all of it, the hot fluid slowly running down her chin as the penis in her mouth began to deflate. He held her head, his limp penis sitting on her tongue.

Michael pulled his cock from her mouth; for a virgin she was a first-class cocksucker, she just needed more practice. He would make sure she got plenty of that. She wiped the cum from her lips, not sure of where to wipe it, her face grimaced from the taste of his cum that invaded her mouth and taste buds. “Clean my cock, Haley.” He sat back in the couch as the young girl, defeated, went about the job of cleaning his cum off of his cock. She licked his cock, her soft hands holding his semi-erect prick, lapping up and down the shaft like a kitten taking to a saucer of milk. With his urging, she lifted his balls gingerly to lick the hairy sacks. His cock began to harden again when her lips closed over the head, her tongue lashing at the head to lick it clean.

She went about the despicable job of cleaning his penis, her mouth already filled with his cum. She choked as she licked his balls, errant hairs entering her mouth. She sucked the head, ashamed as it grew erect again, fearful of what he would do next. But he released her, letting her go to the bathroom, Haley rinsing her mouth out, but the salty taste never disappeared. She went back into the room, Michael still sitting naked on the couch, his cock hard; his hand around it as he stroked it casually.

Michael stood up as she entered, sitting in the chair next to the couch. It had no arms on it, suitable for his purpose. Michael beckoned her over to him. He took her hand, guiding her until she was standing next to the chair. His hand went down her back, pushing down until she began to bend over. “Over my lap, Haley. All the way down.” He pushed until she complied, arranging her body until he got her into the position he required.

The blood rushed to her head as she was bent over the chair, but what was worse was the hard, naked penis that was pushed against her panties. She felt her panties grow tight over her bottom, Michael’s hands pushing down on her naked back. His cock jerked against her in excitement, making Haley all that much more fearful of what he was going to do to her. She felt like an errant schoolgirl, bent over to be spanked.

Michael gazed down at her firm buttocks, the panties pulled tightly over them. Her thighs were clenched tight, but he allowed her to stay that way, for now. He could feel her breasts brushing across his legs, his hands moving to the panty-covered mounds of her ass to caress them. He felt the delightful clenching of her ass cheeks as the muscles uncontrollably reacted to his fondling, making her body jerk against his cock beneath her pussy. His fingers slid up the sharp crack of her ass cheeks, a gasp from her lips the only sign of what he was doing to her. His hands slid low, down to touch the naked flesh of her thighs, so close to her pussy that he could feel her heat in spite of her tightly clenched thighs. His hands continued the exploration of her buttocks, pinching her flesh, a sharp gasp followed by contractions of her ass muscles making her buttocks dance for him in an erotic dance. Michael kept this up for long minutes until he felt her surrender, her buttocks finally succumbing to his touch, her cheeks relaxed as he was allowed to explore her half-naked flesh without restraint.

She hated what he was doing to her, bent over his lap, his hands exploring her flesh without restraint. She couldn’t control her own muscles, her buttocks clenching and unclenching; each time she moved, his cock would jerk beneath her. But he didn’t stop, his hand continuing to run over her flesh until her body had no choice but to accept it, her muscles surrendering in exhaustion. She felt his hand grip the waistband of her panties, feeling them sliding down over her buttocks. She turned red in shame as he stripped her bottom naked, her cheeks and thighs clenched tight in defense. He yanked her panties down her legs and off her feet, his hand returning to her naked flesh.

Michael began to explore the naked flesh, his fingers enjoying the silky skin, his hands gripping the springy flesh in his powerful hands, her muscles fighting his every touch. Her thighs were clenched together, but it was time for her to relent. His fingers pressed lower down until he touched her inner thighs. He pushed his fingers between them until they parted. Once between them, he pushed out until she understood his intentions, her legs parting so submissively. With her cunt opened up, his fingers began to explore it, finding her wet with desire as he traced the outline of her pussy lips from behind, a sharp gasp from her mouth as he touched her intimately for the first time.

She couldn’t keep her pussy from getting wet, his strong fingers sliding between her legs to touch her in a place that no boy had touched before. Her body jerked up, but moved back down when it opened her pussy up to even deeper penetration, her naked pussy feeling the hot flesh of his cock on her naked flesh.

Michael continued to stroke her pussy, her hips beginning to move from his gentle masturbation, his other hand returning to her buttocks to caress them, pinching the flesh until her muscles surrendered, Michael able to pull her cheeks apart to catch a glimpse of the virgin hole that lay nestled protectively between her cheeks. Michael was surprised that she grew so wet, but many virgins did when forced to surrender, no longer having to protect their innocence, their inexperienced bodies giving into the pleasure of the touch. One of his hands held her cheeks apart, exposing the tight knot of her anus, his other hand coated with her juices sliding up the deep divide of her crack to arrive at the wrinkled opening. He was rewarded with a loud gasp as his wet finger touched the brown pucker of her asshole. He didn’t hesitate, pushing with his finger until he entered her, a burst of protest from her lips.

“NOOO! NOT THERE!” Her voice was that of a young schoolgirl, high pitched as she felt the strange feeling of being entered in a hole that was destined for only pushing things out. She moved on his lap, but one hand held her pinned to him, while the other moved inside her bottom.

Michael slid his finger through her tight anal ring and into the tightness of her rectum, her muscles gripping it almost possessively. He could feel the way her muscles tugged on the tip of his finger, keeping it still for a moment until she relaxed. Then he pressed his finger in deeper, another gasp from her lips, her hips moving to escape his probing finger only exciting his naked cock as she rubbed back and forth over it sensuously with her wet, naked pussy, the head of his cock slipping between her drenched lips. Michael began to finger her asshole, pushing in deep, bending his finger in the tight confines of her guts, pulling out until she gasped when he pressed his fingertip hard against her rectal muscles. And her body never stopped moving, her pussy sliding back and forth over his cock, her anal ring sliding up and down his finger in a rhythm with her hips.

“Please stop!” but her protest was stopped short as she felt a second finger enter her, her anal ring stretching as the thick knuckles pressed into her most intimate hole. She felt them as they sank into her rectum, twisting and turning as they moved into the depths of her guts.

It was what she wanted, though not what she expected. Michael slipped his two fingers out of her hot asshole, staring as the tiny hole slowly closed, a slight pink from his fingering. His hand rose up and slapped her ass, the sound of flesh being hit echoing off the walls. She jerked, but barely whimpered, the white flesh of one cheek turning a delightful pink. Michael went to work on her ass, alternating between cheeks, not hitting her too hard, but making them harder with each slap. He was rewarded with the way her body jerked up and down, her pussy caressing his naked cock, the head of his cock trapped between her swollen and wet pussy lips. He moved from the top of her buttocks, all the way down to the soft skin where her thighs met her buttocks, slapping close to her pussy without quite touching it. She began to cry out, the slaps harder, her hips moving quicker, her wet pussy sliding up and down his cock. Her cries changed from pain to pleasure, her hips becoming more urgent, sliding up and down, sure that her clit had found his cock, her pleasure button rubbing up and down the head in delightful pleasure. In spite of slapping her harder, she barely complained, slapping close to her pussy igniting a more frenzied jerking of her hips. Michael felt her body stiffen, a sudden rush of wetness on his cock as she cried out loudly. It wasn’t in pain, but pleasure, her body shaking from the unexpected orgasm that raced through her confused body. Her ass humped up and down on his cock until she finally stopped, sobbing quietly. “You have all the makings to be a fine slut, Haley.” Michael laughed at her.

She couldn’t stop it, coming from out of nowhere. One minute she was being fingered in her bottom, the next being spanked on her naked ass. All the while she felt the hot flesh of his penis rubbing up and down her slit, agitating even more her desperate situation. Then her clit swelled up, sticking out and rubbing against the hard head of his cock. Then her body exploded, an orgasm like none she ever had before. She was breathless when she finished, ashamed as she felt her wet pussy, the head of his cock snuggled tightly inside. Michael had stopped spanking her, but he held her pinned against him, his cock still unfulfilled.

Michael couldn’t pass up the chance, fingering her asshole one last time, a sharp gasp from Haley as her muscles nipped at the tip of his finger. He stretched her anal ring, his finger popping out of her virgin hole, a sharp slap on her ass waking her back up to the reality of the situation. “Stand up,” he ordered her, watching as she struggled to get off of his lap with some semblance of modesty. She stood in front of him with just a bra on. “Take it off,” pointing to her bra.

She took her bra off, Michael already having made her almost naked, though she was a bit ashamed of her breasts, not as big as most, especially her sister and mother. She unsnapped it, letting it fall to the floor. “On the bed. Lean against the pillows,” he ordered her, watching as she crawled on the large bed, catching a glimpse of her pussy opening up from behind as she scampered across the bed. She sat down, her legs closed and tight. Michael sat on the bed, moving next to her, his hard cock jutting out in front, her eyes staring at it. She knew what was going to happen and nothing she could do would stop the rape. “Did you like cumming, Haley?” He saw her naked body turned a bright red in shame. “I asked you a question,” his hand ready to slap her again if she didn’t answer.

“You made me,” she blurted out, even though she knew it wasn’t true. She couldn’t explain how it happened. One minute she was being spanked, the next she was cumming like a slut.

“We’ll see, Haley. Draw your legs up and bend your knees. Then spread them so I can see your lovely pussy.” He wasn’t surprised when she complied so willingly. He gazed between her legs, her pussy still wet, her pussy glistening with drops of her arousal, unable to hide her indiscretion. But he didn’t touch her pussy, first he wanted to play with her breasts. He moved in close, kissing her, his tongue shooting into her mouth, surprised that her tongue responded. His hand cupped one of her smallish breasts, his fingers capturing one hard nipple and squeezing it until she gasped in his kiss.

He surprised her; it was her breasts, not her sex, that he touched, feeling his powerful fingers on her nipple, surprised that it sprung to such hardness. He pinched harder, Haley feeling the pain shoot through her breast, but it was more pleasure than pain, the sharp biting pain of his pinching finger igniting a new lust between her legs. He continued to kiss her as his hand and fingers mauled her breast. That was the only way she could describe what he was doing to her. It was soft caresses, but harsh fingers, pinching all around her areola, teasing her nipple until it stood out, an easy target for his powerful fingers. They crushed the tip, twisting and turning it, Haley gasping as he released the nipple and the blood rushed back painfully to the tip, only to attack the other before she felt any relief.

Michael pulled back from his kiss, looking down at her breasts, her nipples sticking out like hard rocks, the flesh of her white breasts already marred from his harsh treatment. “I think you like being taken against your will, Haley. Jerk off my cock while I explore your pussy. Keep your legs open,” he warned her. Her soft hand grasped his cock, her fingers curling around the shaft, moving up and down. His hand slid along her thighs, teasing closer to her pussy as her legs trembled, her thigh muscles taut.

“AAAHHH,” she couldn’t contain the feeling as his fingers slid along her slit, her lips pulled apart by the wide spread of her legs. He stared at her as his fingers began working her up, her breathing ragged as he began to masturbate her, knowing it was only a matter of time before he put his cock in her. The penis that she was masturbating grew harder and thicker. Her ass rose up as one finger entered her, pushing an inch inside her, his finger feeling huge, never mind his monstrous penis that would rape her. She could feel it move around inside her tight hole, expanding it for something much bigger, something much harder. She felt her juices begin to flow again, one finger becoming two, going in deeper, two inches before she felt his sharp fingertips bang against her hymen. Each time her body grew tense, expecting him to take her innocence with his finger, but each time he stopped when he hit her hymen.

She was becoming excited by his fingers, one hand moving up to grasp one of her nipples and tugging on it until she cried out in pain. His two fingers moved in and out, finger fucking her pussy all the while she masturbated his cock with such expertise. He released her nipple, his hand slipping down between her legs, getting his finger wet before he pushed it against her anus. She gasped as Michael entered her asshole, her pussy tightening on his fingers as he fingered both of her holes at the same time. Her body rocked back and forth on his duel ravishment.

It felt like she was being split up the middle, her bottom and her sex both now clenched tightly around thick fingers that moved in and out with abandonment. She struggled to control her pleasure, not wanting to shame herself again by cumming in front of him. Her hand almost felt comfortable stroking his penis, proud of the way that it grew in her hand. Only a short while ago she would have been humiliated at doing such a thing. Michael stopped again, this time Haley knew what he wanted. She let him adjust her body, stretching her out on the bed on her back, his hands bending her knees and spreading her legs until she felt her pussy spread open like a flower. A flower ready to be plucked. He pushed a pillow under her ass, raising her up. He knelt between her widely spread thighs, his hand holding his cock out in front of him. She felt his body covering hers, her hard nipples pressed into his chest, his face only inches from hers as he stared into her eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you, Haley, and teach you to be a woman.” His hands slid between their bodies, taking the head of his cock and rubbing it up and down her slit, watching her eyes as he readied her. He pushed the head of his cock into the tight opening of her pussy as she gasped in pain as the thick head of his cock began to stretch her. Michael fed more of it inside her, fighting the tight hole in spite of his fingering making her wet. He felt the head of his cock pop inside her, Haley shuddering as he stopped for a moment to let her get used to having something that big between her legs. He began to pump her with shallow strokes, in and out, feeling her pussy begin to accept his cock’s invasion of her virgin passage. “Such a hot, tight pussy, Haley.” He saw the sweat appear on her forehead, her face red, trembling with the fear of the unknown, not knowing when he would snatch away her innocence with a brutal thrust.

It felt huge inside her and it was only the tip. Her body jerked in pain, his penis sliding in deeper, pushing against her last vestige of innocence, her hymen. His hips pressed harder, Haley feeling it stretch, her muscles taut, expecting the worst. She knew he wouldn’t wait long, his cock demanding.

Her insides gripped his cockhead in her hot, tight passage, feeling the resistance each time he plunged in and out. His hands slid down to her legs, bowing her legs to the side until they were almost flat on the bed, the pillow thrusting her pussy up almost painfully. Michael pushed harder inside her as she whimpered.

“Don’t fuck me!” He kissed her, smothering her cries of protest. His tongue entered her mouth, Haley freezing in terror, knowing it was time. She could feel his cock testing her virginity, pushing harder, stretching. She felt him pull back, but suddenly his hips shot forward.

Michael penetrated her with his cock, deeper, busting her cherry with a powerful thrust that drove her hips down into the bed. He loved the sharp, shrill cry of pain that his kiss captured, the taking of a young girl, being deflowered, making it more exciting. She bucked underneath him, her eyes opened wide in terror as she felt for the first time a thick cock penetrating her pussy. He yanked her head back, his hips pinning her to the bed as he began to fuck her, taking short, shallow strokes in her newly busted pussy. His cock stretched her open, each time plunging deeper inside her, the shocked look on her face priceless as he fucked her.

She cried, losing her virginity to a man that was as old as her father, forced to suck his penis, cumming under his hands, shamed by what he did to her. Her body was pinned to the bed by his heavy weight, his cock feeling like steel as it pushed inside her, each time going deeper, opening her up with each painful thrust. He began to pull out, taking a couple of inches out, then forcing her to take it back inside, each time going deeper until she felt it banging against her cervix, his cock jerking in pleasure inside her.

Michael began a rhythmic fucking, taking longer strokes each time until he buried his cock hard against her cervix, a shrill cry as he banged too hard, rubbing the head of his cock on her cervix. Michael began to fuck her harder, looking down between her legs to gaze down at his blood-stained cock pulling out of her pussy. Her hips began to move, not sure if in pain or pleasure, but her insides nibbled at his cock as he plunged back in, spreading her legs wider, her upraised hips making her take his cock’s punishing thrusts.

She couldn’t catch a breath, his penis sliding in and out, the pain going away, only the stretching remaining. It felt like he was trying to drive his penis through her, in and out, his hips never stopping.

Michael couldn’t last any longer, pulling his cock out until only her pussy gripped his cockhead. He felt the tightening in his balls, letting lose as he felt the cum race up his cock, his cock spewing his cum inside her. He plunged in, his juices lubricating her as he shot in, the head of his cock swelling as he came. He pushed his cum deep inside her, burying his cock inside the hot confines of her pussy, a second load of cum shooting inside her, bathing her insides with his potent sperm. Michael looked down at her, her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe, sobbing quietly as his semi-erect cock still lay inside her. He made no attempt to get off of her, but he did take some of the weight off her body. “Don’t move,” he warned her.

She didn’t know what to do. He was still inside her, along with his cum. He didn’t move, staying on top of her as she tried to fill her lungs with air. She squirmed on the bed, her sweat-drenched body stuck to the pillow.

It didn’t take him long to recover, her tight pussy still gripping his cock, her slightest movement making his cock shudder back to life. “I told you not to move. See what you did. Now you’ll have to fix it.” He felt his cock growing erect, beginning to move his hips until he felt his cock move an inch or so inside her, sliding easily on the cum-drenched passage. He pressed back down on her, beginning to hump his cock into her, new life in his stiffening prick.

“No! NO! Not again.” She tried to protest, but she already felt his cock growing inside her, feeling it slide in and out, sobbing as he began to fuck her again. His hands slid under her ass, lifting her up to meet his thrusts, his fingers finding their way between her sweat-drenched cheeks, pulling them apart until she felt her anus stretching from the unnatural tugging. She cried out in shock as one finger entered her bottom, her hips shooting up to escape the cruel impalement, only to take the powerful thrust of his penis inside her pussy.

He could feel her insides gripping his cock and finger, her hips moving to escape the duel ravishment, Michael meeting every movement with one of his own, his cock and finger never leaving their tight holes. He fucked her harder, making her take the full measure of his cock, two fingers opening up her asshole now, a shrill cry as Michael stretched her asshole. He began to hammer into her, looking into her tear-stained eyes, her face contorted in pain, two fingers in her asshole forcing her to accept the punishing strokes of his cock. Since Michael had just cum, he rode her for a long time. When she slowed down, another finger joined the first two in her ass, three fingers stretching her anal ring, her insides clenching painfully on his raping fingers.

She couldn’t believe the pain. His fingers were tearing apart her bottom, sure that he tore her, his fingers bending and moving inside her until she felt the cramps deep in her stomach. But his penis never stopped, plunging in and out, Haley forced to take the punishing strokes, his cock bruising her cervix. It felt like everything between her legs was being torn open with one giant penis. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it.

Michael covered her mouth with his, hearing her quickened breathing as he fucked her hard and fast. He was ready to cum again, a fourth finger finding her asshole, struggling to fight her tight anal ring, her hips shooting up high, a shrill scream smothered by his kiss as he shoved four fingers in her virgin asshole. He came, his cum jetting deep in her once-virgin pussy, his fingers twisting and turning in her asshole while she squirmed in an erotic dance on his cock. He could feel his fingers on the other side of the thin membrane, almost like masturbating his own cock. He spurted two more times inside her, finally finishing up, a gasp of relief from her lips as he pulled his fingers from her damp asshole. He sat up on the bed, looking down at her. There lay a well-fucked virgin, her hair wet with sweat, her pussy dripping his milky cum, her thighs spread wide in submission. “You’re a good fuck, Haley. Clean yourself up while I go see about my other guests. They will be more reluctant than you are. But I’ll enjoy forcing them to do all the things that you did so willingly.” He saw the shame on her face, knowing he was right. She still had one virgin hole left, though she did take lots of fingers up it. But there would be nothing like a big cock up her ass to teach her obedience. He dressed, closing and locking the door behind him.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE