"Aaaaawwwww! Nooooo! It hurts! It hurts!"
Fired by her cries and brazen in his vengeance, Knight pressed further into the tight elasticity of her nether passage.
A searing shaft of pain accompanied his brutal penetration. The lovely blonde cried out again, and tears filled her eyes. She begged him to stop. But to no avail.
He thrust again, imbedding his steely pole even further into her tortured anus. She writhed and squirmed and tried to get out from under her assailant, but she was helplessly pinned to the bed, and her contortions only succeeded in driving his cock further into her ravaged ass. She felt as though she were being disemboweled by a flaming spear. Her whole body trembled with pain and she cursed him aloud for his brutality. "I'll get you for this, you son-of-a-bitch! I'll get you! Bastard! Goddamned fucking bastard!" she railed at him over and over again. But with each epithet she shrieked, the frenzied resort owner rammed deeper and harder into her tortured anal passage, until there was no where left to go but out.
He rested for a moment, flexing his cock inside her, eliciting more cries of pain from the switch hitting stewie. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he put it in reverse and began to pull out, until only the bloated head was lodged inside her stretched anus. He reached forward to grab her beefy breasts with his hands, massaging them roughly; pinching the nipples hard between his fingers. She groaned under his manipulations, her body racked with trembling. He was paying her back – punishing her for what she had done to his beautiful, innocent little girl. He was settling a score for Davie…
He thrust forward again, burying his cock up to the hilt in Trish Byers' tight and tortured asshole, until his balls smacked lewdly against her upturned ass cheeks, evoking another banshee cry of pain from the stewardess. Then he began a determined sawing motion with his fully inflated, lusting cock, feeling the pressure building and building in his balls. He had to cum soo. He had to, had to! If he didn't fill her ass with his fiery seed soon, he was going to go out of his frigging mind! Oh, oh, oh he had to cum!
I have to cum… have to cum… have to… he chanted wordlessly as he fucked deep and hard into the tight, hot and harassed rectal passage. Take that, bitch… and that, Francine… his mind screamed, as he thought of his cold ex-wife and her emasculating indifference to his needs. Take that! he shouted silently, as he envisioned her blowing the fairy who was being sodomized by his faggot lover. There's only one… only one… pure (thrust) beautiful (thrust) loving (thrust) desirable (thrust) woman (thrust) Davie (thrust)… Davie (thrust)… DAVIE!
The hot, sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the fiery tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into the blonde's clasping asshole in a raging torment, emptying his frothy payload deep, deep up into the tortured inner depths of her violated rectum.
"Aaaaaggghh, fuck it, baby, fuck it haaaaarrrrrddd!" the stewardess was screaming at him as she lay writhing on the bed, her legs jackknifed against her breasts and her crotch fully expanded for his pleasure. Her eyes were rolling in her head, and her face was contorted with lust and pain as she desperately sought her own release.
No! Oh no you don't, bitch! he said to himself when his blurry thought congealed. He pulled his stud hard cock out of her anus as if it were a greased pig. The suction noises were embarrassing. His cockhead traded stringy, mucous-like strands of semen as he hovered over her and pulled her legs down on the bed. Her face was tear-stained and black mascara smudged her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared across her face. She looked anything but the cool, confident seductress who had goaded him into fucking her. He felt a wave of pity for her then; she was so vulnerable, so totally demoralized. God, how he despised her!
She whimpered at him pathetically. "Please, Peter, please don't hurt me anymore. Let me love you, honey. Let me show you what kind of woman I can be for you…"
"Of course, sweetie. Of course I'm going to let you show me… right now… right this moment, my dear…"
His voice was calm and quiet. He smiled warmly at her – too warmly. He reached up to her and began to ease the constricting dress down her arms. It wasn't easy. Finally, he rolled it down around her hips, so that her arms were free. It was a simple matter to get it off her after that.
There were red marks on her arms where the cloth had bound her limbs. He took each arm in turn, and rubbed it vigorously, evoking a grateful smile from the unsuspecting vamp. Then he began to kiss her breasts again, only lightly, tenderly now. He raised each of his legs and pushed hers together between them. Then he walked on his knees up the bed, until his half-hard cock was only inches from her mouth.
"Now, Trish. Love me now. Love my cock. Take my cock into your mouth, sweetie, and lick off every drop of cum… And if you love me well, if you're really a good little cock sucker, I'll let you love me with your pussy. I'll let you suck out some more of my cum with your hot, hungry cunt!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Davie had flung herself across the bed and was sobbing as the scheming, incestuous brother of her so-called "friend" kneeled beside her on the floor, a comforting hand on her back.
"That's right, Davie, let it all out. Just cry away – everything you saw going on in that room. Let that whole scene between my sister and your dad wash right out of your eyes," he told her tenderly, cunningly.
The distraught young girl cried even harder, her pitiful sobs filling the darkened bedroom. She felt lost, empty, and she didn't know where to turn. Her father… the one person in the world she loved and respected… lying there naked on the bed rutting with a woman she thought was a trusted friend… the same woman who had… been with her at the beach today… Oh God, oh God! The whole world was crashing down around her! She thought everything would be all right once she got to Eleuthera. Isn't that what Trish said? Isn't that what her father had said: "Everything's going to work out fine… just fine!" Yes… for them!
Now Randy was her only friend. She had been betrayed by her father and Trish… and yet, they were doing something that's perfectly natural; something all grownups do… they wouldn't have done it in front of her. Still, she had always thought of sex as something good and clean, something you did with someone you really loved – not just the slapping together of bodies… She was so confused. If only she hadn't seen them together… if only she hadn't seen her mother with those two disgusting fairies… if only she hadn't let Trish lick her between the legs this afternoon… It was all too much, too fast. She didn't really hate her father, and she didn't really hate Trish, either; but something was lost, gone forever… Something had changed in her attitude toward the man who had sired her, and toward the woman who she thought was her friend – and she didn't know what it was. It only filled her with an unutterable sadness. She felt like a little girl lost.
The tears gushed freely until her lovely eyes stung and she felt her nose was a red balloon. She was only dimly aware that Randy was whispering consoling words in her ear; that he was stroking her dark hair and rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. His voice was hypnotic, his touch, reassuring.
"… and just forget it, Davie. Forget that they were naked on that bed… forget that they were all turned on and saying things… all those dirty words. Don't think about how they must have felt… what it must have been like for them on that bed… no, honey, just put all that out of your mind…"