"Ooooofoffffffff!" the blonde gasped. Monica felt another powerful series of spasms scorch her cunt. Tensing her muscles until they cramped, the woman pulled at the leather which restrained her arms, yanking at the cuffs, feeling that move tighten the two belts encircling her body.
"Ready now for it, baby. I can tell you're ready for anything!"
Jack pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand while he studied the round, spit-slicked globes in front of him. Spitting down into one palm, the big stud greased down his prickhead. Then he put his big hands on either side of the woman's asscheeks and positioned himself for the initial insertion. Monica knew what was going to happen. Taking in a deep breath, she held it, closing her eyes, wishing she could somehow faint and escape the pain she knew would inevitably follow.
"Leather bitch," he muttered, hunkering down like a dog and moving forward. Monica felt his prickhead again, pressing up against her asshole. Only this time, she was more ready for the attack than before. She gasped and wheezed the moment she felt pressure being applied. She could feel her asshole puckering in, could hear Jack panting and gasping behind her while his fingers tightened around her asscheeks. "Oooooooohhhhh!" she moaned.
The dull pain became sharper, concentrated as the big man behind her kept on shoving down and in. For a moment, Monica thought Jack would never get his cock into her body. She could almost feel his prick bending in the center, unable to force its way through. Then gradually, slowly, she felt her sphincter giving way, relaxing under the constant, steady pressure of Jack's cock.
"Aggghhhhhhh!" Monica screamed, snapping her head back as a particularly sharp jolt of pain from her ass shot through her body.
"Take it, bitch! Come on, you're nothin' but shit, and I'm gonna feel your shit on my prick! Come on, relax that ass and take my cock," Jack grunted, closing his eyes and tensing his hip and thigh muscles once more.
Monica screamed again, louder than before, chomping down again and again on the latex gag. Sweat oozed down her cheeks and forehead. It was as if someone were branding her shitter, sticking a red-hot poker into her bowels, then twirling it around and around. Her thighs ached, the joints in her legs felt as if they were going to pop as Jack kept on shoving his cock against her asshole. He would tear something in there, would destroy her with that horrible prick if he kept this up. Again and again, the frantic blonde tried to jerk her hands free. Her wrists pulled at the cuffs, her violent moves making the chain-links rattle and clank as that horrible agony grew worse and worse.
"Uhhhhhhhh…"
Jack eased his pressure for a moment, letting the woman relax. Monica dropped her head, panting heavily, wishing again that she would faint. Instinctively, the woman pushed outward as if she were taking a shit. Monica then felt one of Jack's hands leaving her asscheek for his prick. He was holding his cock rigid, bracing it for another attack. The blonde gasped, trying to let her ass muscles relax. That was the only way. The more she fought him, the more it would hurt her. Relax, relax, Monica told herself as she heard Jack suck in a deep breath, then hold it.
"Take it, bitch, you're gonna be here all fuckin' day 'til you take it!"
Like a rock, his prick jammed up against Monica's asshole. There was a moment's pause, then his cockhead slipped all the way into her bowels.
"Unnfnnffffff!" she cried.
Her mind exploded, shocks of pain shooting up and down her spasming arms and legs. He was shoving more and more into her asshole now, slapping her asscheeks in wild abandon, calling Monica all sorts of vile names.
"Slut! Goddamned cocksucking bitch! Man, take that prick up your ass! Yeahhhh, gobble up my cockmeat with that hungry ass you got! Fuck, it's so Goddamned nice and tight and hot down there, baby, almost better 'n that juicin' pussy you got."
To emphasize his point, Jack reached down with one hand, and he began rubbing her cuntlips together, at times touching the red tip of her clit and making the woman frantic with delight.
"Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!"
The leather, the restraints, his prick up her ass – everything was conspiring to make her a rutting slut! Yes, that's all she was, a rutting bitch, her cunt running with lava-like juice while that man was filling her asshole with all his prickmeat. Monica closed her eyes in defeat, loving the sensations now radiating from her asshole, making her cunt even hotter than before.
Jack let go of her hip, reaching around to one of her tits and squeezing the nipple. Monica went wild, squirming, moving her ass back toward the big, hot belly pressing up against her and wagging frantically. He was touching all the hot spots of her body, turning her into a fucking machine!
"Man, that's it, baby! Ohhhh, yeahhhhh, let of Jack turn you on, make you feel real good with his chuggin' prick."
Monica was turning on to the game. She moved her ass as sensuously as she could, that slow invasion of her ass hurting her terribly as well as exciting her. It was so good. But it would be that much better if Jack were only to touch her cunt again. His fingers tweaking her nipples made her feel so hot! But it would be even better if he would touch her cunt! "Uhhhhhh…" she sighed.
Another thick inch of his prick speared her gut. His cock was splitting her wide open! Monica spread her legs apart a little farther. Jack was tugging up on the top leather strap now, choking the wind from her chest, then letting her go as she panicked from lack of oxygen. Leaning forward, he jerked his hips forward a little more, the force of that fucking motion lifting her knees from the basement floor. Monica grunted, the widening head of his prick seeming to go on forever. Would it touch her belly, fill her stomach with jizz when it finally went off deep inside her? Monica tossed her again, salty tears burning into her nostrils as the slowness of his fucking brought her feet off the floor once more.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Now both his hands were slipping under her hips, kneading her tits cruelly, pinching her nipples until the woman cried desperately through the latex gag. His fingers seemed to threaten to tear off her tit tips as he twisted and hurt them so badly.
"Gonna go for it now, honey! Yeah, you fuck-slut, gonna go for it all the way!" Monica then felt a sudden easing of the pressure in her ass. That forward chugging motion had stopped. Jack half lay over her, panting against the back of her neck, his legs pressing against the backs of hers while his cock jerked around in her bowels. It was so weird, so strange having something that big stuffed up her tight ass.
And then he started pulling out, slowly withdrawing his prick from her rectum. Monica's eyes rounded, bugging out as she felt that obscene suction on her shitter! It was as if he had sucked out all her bowels! Her arms and legs were spamming. Curling her spine, the woman snapped her head back, growling and grunting from the sudden change in direction of that horrible fucking. Monica bit down harder, going wild with the movements of his unpredictable cock. She shoved her asscheeks toward him, feeling her sphincter closing down on his withdrawing prick as her body tried to stop that strange vacating feeling.
"Yeah, baby, you want it in you now, right? Before, you couldn't take it. And now… now you wanna have my prick shoved in all the way! Fuck it, little fuckin' slut, you're nothin' better 'n some Goddamned Hollywood slut!"
Monica felt completely torn. Guilt, humiliation, and mind-blasting pleasure shot through her. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling the squeezing pain from her nipples driving more and more concentrated heat into her crotch. The round mounds of her ass flexed against Jack's belly as he stopped, the swollen lobes of his prickhead barely in her asshole.