"Don't do it. It h-h-hurts!"
The man's cock shoved harder against her asshole. She felt hot fingers pulling her doughy asscheeks apart so that he could get a better shot at her chary hole. But those fingers did more than separate her asscheeks. They controlled her movements.
No manner of squirming and thrashing around now would release her from his grip. He rotated the slabs of assmeat in opposite directions. The girl knew she should feel only revulsion and fear. Yet, something inside her responded to this rough treatment. The chains, the cold stone bruising her tender tits, the manhandling of her ass, she loved it all. She got hotter and hotter.
The girl cried openly now. She was being humiliated and she loved it. Knowing her brother stood by with arms crossed, watching approvingly, made it all the worse. He should protect his kid sister. He shouldn't allow me to gang-rape her up the ass. But he was the one who told them to do it!
Brandy felt alone in the world, abandoned and totally rejected by everyone. Her body was battered and bruised and she was securely chained to some pagan altar. Her cunt churned out more lubricants and her breathing became harsher and more demanding. She felt her tits expanding with excited blood. No matter what her mind told her about hating this, her body was getting off on the abuse in a big way!
She tried to plead with her captors again but the feel of the blunted end of the man's cock poling into the tight ring of her asshole stole the words from her lips. The emotions rampaging through her body were intense. She had never felt this hot before in her entire life. And all because some man wanted to fuck her asshole as part of some sick purification rite.
The cock could not enter her asshole. The harder he pressed, the tighter the ring of muscle became. But the man didn't stop. He knew what he was doing and there was no way he was going to pass up such a tight berth inside the young girl's asshole.
He moved his cock downward until he nudged apart the delicately flowering lips of her cunt.
Ramming forward, he shoved his cock deep into her cunt. She screamed at the sudden penetration. One instant, he was trying to fuck her up the ass. When the greeking didn't work, he changed and fucked into her cunt. Her cunt had tightened up after James had fucked her. This entry into her virgin-tight cunt threatened to rip her apart.
He stroked a few times back and forth, soaking up her fuck-juices, then pulled out of her with a wet little plop. His leaving her cunt was almost as bad as the sudden entry. She felt empty and hollow inside. Her cunt hungered for more cock – but she knew he wasn't going to give it to her in her cunt.
"This isn't right," she sobbed out. "Don't! Please don't do it! I… I'll do anything you want, but don't fuck me up the asshole!"
The man's cock was well oiled now from his brief excursion up her cunt. His slippery cock managed to slide past her asshole until the thick head of his cock was hidden away inside. For a moment they were frozen in this position, neither of them able to move or speak. With great deliberation, the man slowly shoved his cock deeper and deeper into the seething flesh of her asshole.
Her entire body trembled as the cock pushed into her asshole. She felt every single inch of that mighty fuckstick as it stretched her unfucked asshole to the limits. She knew he was going to rip and tear her tender flesh. She would bleed to death.
Everything about this ass-fucking was evil. She could hardly bear the idea that her brother was supervising it with grim approval. He had ordered her chained to this stone so that her sweet young ass could be raped. That hardly seemed the thing an older brother would do, much less one with a religious calling.
She strained against the chains on her wrists. This only caused the metal links to cut deeper into her flesh. She felt the stone chafing and rubbing her belly and tits raw. But this turned her on in some fashion she couldn't even begin to understand. The told hard stone flattening her ample tits made her feel hot. The chains made her feel hot. The idea that she was completely helpless and at this man's mercy made her feel hotter than hell.
Brandy had never been more confused in her young life.
Those things weren't supposed to turn her on. Why should being chained and powerless to fend off this man's advances turn her on so much? She didn't know, but they did. In a big way.
She shuddered and moaned as another inch of his cock was shoved deeper into her guts. Finally, when his balls slapped wetly against her cuntlips, she knew he was as deep into her asshole as he could get. Trying to hunch up and ram her hips into his crotch got her nowhere. The chains fastened her to the stone altar too securely. She had to simply lie there and take whatever he gave her.
But she was getting enough cock to keep her satisfied. It hurt like fire. If someone had rammed a burning hot poker into her guts, it couldn't hurt more. But she was slowly getting used to the feel of the mighty cock pulsing inside her shit chute. And she was responding to it. She moaned and moved her ass in tiny, demanding circles. It was all her position would allow. But she needed faster and harder fucking or she would go mad from lust.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck my ass gooooooood!"
The man took no notice of her plea. He simply stayed where he was, buried to the hilt in her asshole. She tensed and relaxed her muscles in an attempt to get him to move. She tried to massage his hidden cock by rippling her ass muscles. She felt some response out of his cock. It jerked mightily, then went back to its silent powerful vigil.
The girl didn't know what he was waiting for. Her asshole had expanded enough to take the thickness of his cock without slowing him down any. And the heat boiling out of her asshole should be driving him wild with lust. It was driving her out of her skull!
As if on some cue, he began retreating. The suction formed in her asshole was almost more than she could stand. His cockhead pressed tightly into her asshole and formed a perfect vacuum seal. By the time his cock was almost out of her asshole, she was screaming and crying openly. He was pulling her guts out of her.
"Fuck hard!" she begged. "Ram it to me! Give me all the cock you can! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!"
He didn't change the tempo of his ass-fucking. Slowly, agonizingly, he tortured the girl with a gradual re-entry. She was about out of her mind I with desire now. She wanted to feel his heated cock reaming her out. She wanted to burn inside from the friction of his fucking. But there was no way to make him speed up.
He was the one with the key to her chains. He was the one who had bound her so securely. He was the one who controlled every aspect of her existence. She both hated, him and loved him. She wanted more from him and she wanted him to go away.
What she wanted, however, meant nothing. He was in control of her mind and body. What he wanted was all that mattered.
And he wanted to fuck her slowly, easily, building both their passions until there was nothing left but giant orgasmic release. When, his cock finished its second trip into her asshole, he began grinding his bush into her ass. This sparked renewed lust in the young girl's body. Her ass had been whipped and abused earlier. The rough cloth of her robe had aggravated her pain. And now he was twisting and pushing his bush hard into her ass.
What made it even worse for the blonde girl was the realization that her own bush had been stripped away. She had been shaved. She was nothing to this man. She was someone to show and teach, not someone to share with.
"Fuck me, please," she moaned out. Her entire body hurt. At the same time, she couldn't remember when she had felt more alive. She hurt and she was living for the first time. She had found a man – men – who wouldn't buckle under to her when she batted her eyes at them. And this was the result.